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devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes (pjs)
Jay needs someone to pretend to be his girlfriend, and you’re just the person for the job— seriously, you’re almost a professional at this point, regularly charming the families of your idiot twin’s friends who need your help getting their parents off their back. Of course, leave it up to Jay to blur the lines of your fake relationship so smoothly that you catch real feelings; falling in love has never been this easy.
PAIRING: park jongseong x female reader
GENRE: acquaintances to partners in crime to fake dating to lovers i guess? lol, college au, vaguely greek life au, vaguely rich kid au, fluff fluff fluff, jake is the mc’s twin bc i thought it would be funny
WARNINGS: swearing, kissing and suggestive content/sexual themes
WORD COUNT: 14.4k
A/N: ik the ages don't line up here shhhh just ignore that okay
NOW AVAILABLE: hang your head low in the glow (companion fic/follow-up)
“WHY DO YOU LOOK SO NICE?”
“Why do you sound so surprised?” You scoff, tossing the apple you were just about to eat at Jake’s head. Annoyingly, he catches it in mid-air, then makes a show out of polishing it with his shirt and taking a big bite out of it. “Hey, I was going to eat that, asshole.”
“Shouldn’t have thrown it at me, then.”
You roll your eyes at your twin, then go to retrieve another apple from the fruit bowl. It’s surprisingly well-stocked, given that you’re in a frat’s kitchen. Honestly, it’s surprising that there even is a fruit bowl in a frat’s kitchen, but the president of this frat runs a tight ship.
Said president appears in the doorway just then, snatching the apple from your hands as well as the one from Jake’s hands. “Guys, seriously, you have to wash these before you eat them.”
You and Jake both whine simultaneously. “Chan!”
“I already took a bite out of that, bro,” Jake complains.
“I’m starving; please have mercy,” you beg.
Chan whips his head around from where he’d begun washing the apples in the sink to fuss at you. “What? Why haven’t you eaten yet? It’s almost 9pm!”
“Which reminds me— why do you look so nice?” Jake repeats.
“I had a thing with Mark,” you sigh.
“You can just say you were pretending to be his girlfriend; we all know what you mean,” Jake snorts.
“I had a thing with Mark,” you repeat, resisting the urge to throw another apple at Jake’s head. “It was at this ballroom downtown, and of course he had nothing to wear, so I had to take him shopping first, which made us late, and then his parents wouldn’t stop talking my ear off about how I need to convince him to give up the music major, so I couldn’t touch any of the food there. Not even the foie gras torchon,” you recall mournfully. “We just got back, like, five minutes ago.”
Chan hums sympathetically— he knows how much you love foie gras torchon. “You can probably ask for an endless supply in return for your appearance at today’s thing,” he suggests, only half-joking. It absolutely sounds like the kind of thing Mark Lee would agree to, what with his ridiculously large inheritance and hapless generosity (last month, Mark lost thousands of dollars in some animal shelter-related pyramid scheme, marketed to him by none other than Lee Haechan).
You wave a hand dismissively. “Nah, I’m keeping Mark’s favor for something else.”
Jake raises an eyebrow. “What else?”
“Whatever it turns out I need in the future, dumbass. What’s it to you, anyways?”
“Just wanna make sure the poor guy doesn’t end up trapped in your snares forever, little sis. Yo, can I have that apple back?” Jake turns to Chan with characteristic puppy eyes.
“You’re only older than me by eight minutes,” you grumble, the age-old retort slipping out of you before you can help it.
“No, Jaeyun, you cannot. And don’t talk to your sister like that— oh my god, why do I sound like Taeyong,” Chan mutters, thinking about his predecessor frat-president-slash-mother-hen.
“Jeez, government name and everything.” Jake holds his hands up, relinquishing his claim to the apple.
“In fact, your sister gets to have both of these apples, after I clean and cut them up, because she is a saint for continuing to save our asses from our parents like this,” Chan lectures, unceremoniously carving out the chunk of the apple with Jake’s bite marks and tossing it into the trash bin.
“Real ones get it!” You reach out and high-five Chan.
“That is so unfair, c’mon, man!” Jake splutters. “She gets just as much out of these fake relationships— seriously, didn’t you drive her around everywhere for, like, a month after she went to that wedding with you?”
Both you and Chan shudder at the memory. “Ugh, my worst cousin and the worst guy he was ever with. They’re still married, by the way.” Chan shakes his head. “God knows why.”
“Love conquers all…?” Jake offers.
“What the hell are you talking about love for,” a new voice grumbles. Park Jongseong strolls in through the doorway, hands full with plastic bags promising wonderful things based on how your stomach reacts to the smell.
“Oh, hell yeah, chicken!” Jake cheers. “Took you long enough, bro.”
“Traffic was hell; something about a ball downtown, and— oh. Hey.” Jay stops abruptly at the sight of you, now munching on the apple slices Chan hands you, one by one.
You wave vaguely in his direction, too busy eating to respond. Jay is one of your brother’s friends who you don’t know that well, since you’ve never pretended to be his girlfriend. It’s strange that you two don’t know each other better, actually— as the social chairs of your sorority and his fraternity, respectively, you would usually have a lot to work on together. But this year has been particularly busy for you, what with your senior thesis and your various things with Jake’s frat brothers, and you had delegated most of your social chair responsibilities to your co-chair, Yunjin, who was far better suited to the social part of the job, anyways. You suspected Jay had done the same thing, since the two of you only ever texted to confirm budgets for any joint events.
“You need to have more than one-and-three-quarters of an apple for dinner,” Chan scolds you, parental instincts back in full force.
You shrug, about to turn around and rifle through the cabinets to see if you can find some peanut butter to add to your apple slices when a takeout container appears in front of you. Tired and still starving, you react rather slowly, your eyes tracing up the hand on the container to the veins of an arm belonging to none other than Jay.
“You look hungry,” is all he says, before popping the container open for you and rearranging the rest of the plastic bags on the counter. “Jake, tell the others to come down for food.”
The others means that soon, there will be an influx of hungry frat brothers in the kitchen, and you have no desire to be anywhere near that, so you mumble a quick thank you to Jay, plop the rest of the apple slices into the takeout container (against Chan’s complaints about the contamination), and move to leave the kitchen, eager to be on your way to your sorority house.
The last thing you overhear before you leave is Jay asking, “Why did your sister look so nice?”, and Jake and Chan responding in unison, “She had a thing.”
A few days later, when they’re doing work in the library, Jay asks Jake, “So how long have Mark and your sister been seeing each other?”
Jake’s pencil jerks across his graph paper, a jagged line appearing on the page at the same time that he swears. “Dude, what the fuck?”
“Dude, what the fuck,” Jay echoes flatly. “Didn’t you say she had a thing with Mark?”
Jake blinks. “Well, sure, in the same way that she’s had a thing with Chan, and Yeonjun, and Vernon, and all the others.”
Jay gapes at him. “Your sister dated all of them? And all the others?”
“What, no, she didn’t date them, she fake-dated them! Just a couple of times, mainly showing up to things with their families so their parents would leave them alone about finding a partner and all that. You know how the parents are.” Jake gestures vaguely, referring to the oddities of the world of wealth they were born into.
Jay nods slowly, understanding dawning upon him. Does he know how the parents are? Oh, does he ever. He has always had a good relationship with his own, but they had been more pushy on the whole love thing as of late, with the not-at-all subtle questions his mother asks about any special someones in his life and the unfunny jokes his dad cracks about how he’s still spry enough to help raise grandchildren. Especially unfunny, given the health scare his dad had given them all in the last year.
Jake’s voice brings him out of his veering-towards-morbid thoughts. “But seriously, bro, how is this news to you? My sister’s been doing this… Cinderella-genie thing for two years now.”
Jay’s eyebrows furrow. “Cinderella-genie thing?”
“Yeah, I mean, she transforms our frat brothers into respectable young men with a respectable relationship, but only for three occasions, and she gets the same number of favors back.” Jake wrinkles his nose. “It sounds weird when I say it like that, and don’t get me wrong, I love to give her shit for it, but it’s all above-board stuff. Sunghoon bought her bubble tea for like, three months. Oh, and no one’s allowed to catch feelings, so everything ends clean and neat.”
“She fake-dated Sunghoon?”
At the mention of his name, Sunghoon pops one side of his headphones off. “What’s up?”
“You fake-dated Jake’s sister!?”
Sunghoon shushes him before responding. “Yeah, don’t you remember? It was a couple of months ago.”
Jay’s ears flush, both at how loud he had unconsciously gotten, and at the reminder that he really has been out of it for a while now. It’s not like he’s been living under a rock, but he has definitely been spending a lot more time with his parents and away from his friends ever since his dad’s health scare.
“She was great, though,” Sunghoon continues. “My mom still thinks I made the biggest mistake of my life ‘letting her go.’ But she’s also been leaving me alone about ‘finding love’ because she thinks I’m heartbroken, so yeah, Jake’s sister works wonders.”
Jake smirks. “Sim genes, man. Elite stuff.”
Sunghoon scoffs. “You wish. Didn’t I hear your mom yelling at you on the phone the other day for not having settled down yet?”
“Ugh, don’t remind me. Does she not realize what decade this is, I mean, we’re still in college—”
Jay interrupts what looks to be the beginning of a long rant from Jake, cutting him off with, “So where can I sign up?”
Jake stares blankly at him. “Sign up for what?”
“The Cinderella-genie thing.”
Sunghoon scrunches his face awkwardly. “Uh, she kind of has a waitlist, buddy.”
Jay waits for him to laugh and say he’s just kidding, but he doesn’t. “Are you serious?”
“Yeah, she doesn’t do the fake-dating thing for multiple people at the same time, and she’s pretty busy with all her shit, so I’m not sure how long of a queue you have ahead of you…”
“Okay, but Jake could get me ahead, right? Cut the line, or something? C’mon dude, I’m your best friend.” Jay is suddenly desperate, remembering the conversation he’d had with his mom on the phone last night, where she had dreamily recalled meeting his dad in college and delicately reminded Jay that he could have a plus-one to the Parks’ upcoming 50th wedding anniversary celebration.
Jake eyes his friend warily. “I dunno, she really doesn’t like stuff like that. Unfair advantages, I mean.”
“My parents aren’t getting any younger, Jake, and you know, with my dad last year and everything…” Jay does his best approximation of batting his eyelashes at Jake.
“Are you guilt-tripping me?”
“A little?” Jay’s smile turns a little maniacal. “For real, my parents have their 50th wedding anniversary coming up, and it would be the perfect event to bring her to so I can reassure them that things are going well in my love life.”
“Are things going anywhere in your love life?” Sunghoon’s tone is skeptical, and reasonably so.
Jay has been distant lately because of his family, but even before that, he had always been known as somewhat aloof and unattainable. Devastatingly handsome, yes, with killer grades and fierce ambition, and a business empire to inherit to boot, but he is also his parents’ one and only miracle child, born after years of trying and almost giving up. Jay’s parents are older than all of his friends’ parents, and their family business has always been that— a family business. Jay has two years after graduation to learn the ropes in the business, and then he’ll be due for an MBA, and then a return to helm the business, but this timeline has recently felt more urgent than ever with his parents’ flagging health. They would never say it, but he knows the only reason they haven’t retired yet is because they don’t want to hand over control of the business to anyone but him. Jay has worked his ass off in college, trying to get there as fast as he can, as well as he can. But his parents also want him to enjoy college and find true love, and while he’s been doing pretty well with the former, the latter has been on the backburner for, well, forever. Who has time for true love, in between classes, fraternity duties, the various shenanigans his friends get up to, internships, networking, TA-ing, volunteering, being on the executive board of two clubs, and eating, sleeping, dreaming, and thinking?
So. No. Things are not going anywhere in his love life, and he confirms just as much to Sunghoon with a grunt, to which Sunghoon wheezes out his amusement.
Jake eyes Jay with pity, now. “Alright, that guilt trip was successful, but more so because you just admitted to being bitchless for so long. I’ll put in a good word to my sister for you.”
Jay perks up instantly. There is light and beauty in this world after all! “Awesome, thank you bro, you won’t regret this, I promise!”
“I wasn’t planning on it, but those are famous last words, Park.” Jake raises an eyebrow at him. “Are you sure you can handle my sister?”
“Why not? She seems… nice.” Jay is slightly evasive in his answer, and truthfully, it’s because he isn’t really sure what you’re like. All your interactions to date have been cordial, almost business-like, and you and Jake are fraternal twins, so it’s not even like he’s really familiar with what you look like. He is, however, sure that you look beautiful in a ballgown, even if he only saw you in one in his frat’s kitchen.
Jake chortles outright. “No, my sister is not nice. Yeah, I’m definitely going to convince her to help you, just because I think it’ll be hysterical watching her turn you inside out. Good luck, my brother in Christ, because you’ll need it!”
you: hey jake told me abt ur predicament
jay: … good morning, how are you? i’m pretty good myself
you: ???
jay: just being polite. and it’s not a predicament i’m just… interested in your services
you: good for you? anyways i’m super busy right now and don’t really have time to be taking on anything else so i’m just letting you know that i can’t help you out. good luck though
jay: how about coffee?
you: what?
jay: do you want coffee?
you: like right now?
jay: yeah i’m on your porch
You almost throw your phone to the other side of the room. True, Jay’s fraternity house is across the street from your sorority house, but it still feels absurd to think that he’s right there, less than twenty feet below your room. Is he stalking you?
Accordingly, that’s the first thing you ask him when you throw the door open to him. “Are you stalking me?”
He scoffs. “As if. I asked Jake to ask Yunjin for your location.”
“That’s not not stalking.”
Jay shrugs, though he has the decency to look a little embarrassed as he shoves his hands in his pockets. “Whatever. I just walked across the street; that’s all. So, coffee?”
You stare at him for a few moments, weighing your options. Truthfully, you were about to leave to get coffee before your first class, anyways, but you’re not sure how long you want to entertain Jay. You decide to split the difference. “I’m on my way to Nat’s, so you can tag along. But I’m just grabbing a coffee to go, and then I have class.”
“Okay, let’s go.”
“Gimme a second; I’ll grab my stuff.” For some reason, your heart is beating a little faster than usual when you reach your room. You’d like to blame it on the stairs you just climbed, but something about Jay coming to find you at your front door feels old-fashioned and sweet, though your rational mind reminds you that he literally just walked a couple hundred feet. He even said so, himself.
But when you come back down to see him leaning against the doorway with his hands still in his pockets, looking out into the street, you suddenly remember that Jay is, like, really good-looking. Despite yourself, you find yourself admiring the cut of his jaw and how nice his hair is styled. It’s not like you don’t know plenty of attractive guys— hell, the guys you usually fake-date are all objectively hot. It’s just inconvenient that you now recall how Jay has always seemed to be the most mature out of Jake’s friends, even from what little you know of him. Unhelpfully, your brain also conjures up the image of him sliding a takeout container to you last week, and the way your eyes had lingered on the veins of his arm.
God. It’s been too long since you’ve gotten laid.
Jay’s voice breaks you out of your bizarre trance. “Ready, Cinderella?”
“Excuse me?”
“Jake told me about your whole Cinderella-genie thing. It would be weird to call you ‘genie’, so…” Jay trails off, scratching the back of his head and looking actually embarrassed now.
You can’t help but laugh. “Right, because Cinderella is totally less weird. Alright, big guy, let’s go.”
The walk to Nat’s, your favorite local coffee shop, takes about 15 minutes— 10, if you’re walking fast, which you usually are. Jay’s legs are uselessly long, but he seems determined to walk as slowly as possible, while also staying silent the whole time. Finally, you reach the end of your patience and step out right in front of him, intending to ask him what the hell he’s doing. Unfortunately, you find that you misjudged the distance, and he almost collides right into you.
“Whoa,” he mutters, reaching out to grab your arms to steady the both of you.
“Sorry,” you huff, embarrassed at yourself. A lot of that going around today. “I just… what’s your deal? I already told you I can’t help you, and then you show up at my door and ask me to get coffee, but you don’t say a single word. What do you want from me?”
Instead of answering your question, he asks, “Why do you do it?”
“Do what?”
“The Cinderella-genie thing.”
You roll your eyes. “Jake has got to stop calling it that. It’s a long story, honestly.” Sighing, you reach into your backpack to pull out your planner. “Alright, we’re already past the amount of time I scheduled to get my coffee and get ahead on some readings before class, so I guess we can sit down inside.”
Jay raises an eyebrow. “You have time for me now? Also, that’s the most insane planner I’ve ever seen.”
You gesture around you. You had stopped Jay almost at the door of Nat’s, and you’re clogging up the sidewalk. “We should at least get out of the way of these people. And yeah, I’m sure it is.” You are a live-and-die-by-your-planner kind of person. Everything is in there— social events, studying time, your various things with Jay’s frat brothers, even things like eating and showering and sleeping. It seems psychotic, sure, but you’re a busy person, and there’s no way you’d be able to handle everything without the strict schedule you set for yourself.
When you walk up to the counter inside Nat’s, your favorite barista— a cute high school kid named Riki— is manning the register. You smile warmly at him. “Hey, Riki. The usual, please.”
You expect Riki to tease you about your usual, which contains an admittedly concerning amount of caffeine, but instead he calls out, “Jay! What’s up, my man!”
From behind you, Jay reaches out and fist-bumps Riki. “Hey, long time no see, buddy. How’s history going?”
Riki groans theatrically. “Horribly, ever since you stopped tutoring me.”
Jay frowns. “Wait, really? What are you having trouble with? I know I’m kind of swamped right now but we can always find some time and—”
Riki bursts out laughing. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding! Jeez, you should’ve seen your face. Relax, I got a 94 on my last paper!”
“Oh, very funny, you menace!” Jay punches Riki’s shoulder, but his expression eases up. You wonder at the fondness that twinkles in his eyes.
Riki laughs some more, then he turns to you. “Noona, one cup of liquid death coming up! Hyung, what about you?”
“London fog, please. And seriously, text me if you’re having trouble, okay?”
Riki waves the both of you off, telling you that he’ll bring your drinks over to you.
You make a beeline for your favorite spot, right by the large window that overlooks the sidewalk. Jay surprises you for the umpteenth time that morning by easily striding ahead and pulling your chair out for you, then coughing and turning red when you give him a weird look.
“Sorry, I, uh, yeah. Instinct,” he explains, which is really no explanation at all.
“Are you courting me or something?” You try to keep your tone light and joking, but confusion inevitably slips in. Nothing Jay has done today has made sense.
He seems to have regained his composure when he sits down, because he hits you with, “I guess you could say that. It’s just something I think I’d do for my girlfriend.”
You stare at him blankly. “Thanks for telling me…?”
“I mean, if you’re going to fake-date me, you can probably expect me to do stuff like that, right?”
You groan. “I’m not going to fake-date you, Jay, how many times do I have to say it? I—”
“— don’t have time, I know. But what if I could make it worth your while?”
“Jay, you know I’m Jake’s sister, right? We have money. Besides, I’m helping Mark right now, and I don’t do this for multiple people at the same time.”
“Oh yeah, Jake told me about that rule. What if I could take care of that for you?”
You raise an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”
“I’ll help Mark find a real girlfriend, and then you can help me, instead.”
“If it were that easy, don’t you think Mark would have done it himself?”
Jay waves his hand dismissively. “Oh, please, Mark’s been crushing on the girl in his music class for ages. He gets too into his head about asking her out, so he chickens out every time. They’re partners on a project right now, though, so I’ll just give him a push in the right direction.”
You have to admit that you’re intrigued by his proposition. Everything Jay just said lines up with what you know about Mark, especially the chickening out part. You’d like to see Jay try, and you figure it can’t hurt either way, so you nod. “Okay, fine. If you can help Mark, I’ll help you. But seriously, what’s your deal? Why do you want my help so badly?”
Jay blinks, then he leans back into his chair. “Oh. Honestly, I haven’t 100% decided that I do, yet.”
“But you’re willing to agree to help Mark Lee with a girl in order to secure my help?” You shake your head. “You’re really strange, Park.”
“I get overly invested in challenges really easily,” Jay confesses, showing you an unexpectedly bashful smile. “So I got a little caught up just now in the idea that I could change your mind about helping me. But now that you’ve brought it up, I’ll still help Mark, no matter what. I’m sick of him writing lovesick songs about that girl, anyways.”
“Large iced Americano, no water, four shots of espresso. And a London Fog,” Riki announces. He sets the drinks down on your table right as the bell above the shop’s door chimes and lets in the pre-9am work crowd. He groans and bids you both a hasty goodbye.
Jay eyes your coffee with disgust. “Liquid death, huh? That’s disturbing.”
“Hey, don’t knock it ‘til you try it.” You tilt the cup in his direction, laughing when he shudders.
“Absolutely not. I can’t believe you order that enough that Riki knows it’s your usual.”
“I usually see him in the afternoons when I order this, actually, so I’m sure he’s going to give me an earful about getting one in the mornings, too. Speaking of— doesn’t he have school?” You whip around in your seat to stare at Riki.
“He has two free periods on Mondays this year, so I guess he picked up an extra shift. He’s a hard working kid,” Jay says.
You turn back around to see him with that same fondness in his eyes. “How do you know him, by the way?”
“Ah, he’s my little’s friend from high school. My little is Jungwon— cat-looking dude?”
You let out a squeal. “Oh my gosh, he’s the cutest!”
Jay crosses his arms and grins, looking amused. “Yeah, he is pretty cute. Anyways, Jungwon mentioned his friend was having trouble with his history class last year, so I started tutoring him a bit, just casually, since I’m studying history.”
“Not economics?” You’ve heard about Jay’s family’s notoriously tightly-controlled company. Everything is within the family, so you’re surprised that he isn’t getting ready to take over.
“Both. I can have two majors, you know. What’s yours?”
“Linguistic anthropology. And studio art. I can have two majors, you know.”
Jay rolls his eyes. “Okay, okay, I know that was pretentious. What’s linguistic anthropology?”
You clear your throat, not expecting to talk about your hopes and dreams so early in the morning, and with someone who’s only a few steps away from being a stranger. “Languages, and the social and cultural foundations of them. Basically. I want to do linguistic archaeology in grad school, and this is the closest thing you can get in undergrad.”
Jay leans forward and nods enthusiastically. “That sounds really cool. What kind of art are you doing?”
“Oil paints, mostly, and some charcoal drawing…”
Like that, an hour flies by. You don’t even notice the blocks in your calendar getting overwritten by what is essentially a coffee date with Jay until you get the reminder that you have class in thirty minutes.
“Shit, I gotta go soon.” You say it with some regret; surprisingly, you’re really enjoying yourself with Jay. He’s smart, and funny, and a little awkward in a way that makes you think he’s the most sincere person you’ve ever met. And he has interesting thoughts and opinions on history, some of which you even make a mental note to follow up on later for your thesis.
“Before you go, will you tell me why you do the fake-dating thing?” Jay puts his head in both his hands and smiles at you, and…
“Are you batting your eyelashes at me?”
Jay squints at you. “Maybe. Is it working?”
“Not really,” you lie, like a liar.
“Didn’t work on Jake, either. Man, I gotta work on it.” Jay gives up the act and relaxes back into his chair. “Will you tell me, though?”
“Sure, it’s not like it’s a big secret or anything. It’s not even that long of a story, now that I think about it. Not something worth trying to seduce me over, but I like your hustle,” you joke.
“So it was working!”
“I wouldn’t go that far. Okay, so it started with Chan. He just didn’t want to go to his horrible cousin’s horrible wedding, but his sister had been arguing with the cousin about Chan and was, like, defending his honor or something? And one thing spiraled into another and all of a sudden Chan needed to show up to the wedding with an impressive partner to prove to his cousin that he could pull.” You make a face. “Boys. I’d actually met this particular cousin before, through some convoluted situation at one of those holiday parties that our families throw, and I knew he was insufferable, so I was willing to help out. Other guys in the frat heard about it, and you know, it’s surprising but not shocking that your frat has a lot of guys with some sort of weird baggage that prevents them from actually seriously dating someone. It’s weirder that a significant number of them also find themselves in situations where they need to pretend to have a girlfriend, but as it turns out, I’m really good at it— being a fake girlfriend, I guess. I haven’t had much time to date myself, so it’s kind of nice hearing how much everyone’s families liked me as their potential daughter-in-law. Plus, I always get favors in return, so it’s not the worst thing in the world. It’s like the fun part of dating, without the actual time commitment.”
Jay looks skeptical. “Going to family events and schmoozing with distant relatives is the fun part of dating?”
You scoff. “Whatever. You’re the one who asked why I did it, and I told you. It doesn’t have to make sense to you.”
“Sorry, sorry. I’m not judging, I swear. I just think that there’s probably better parts to dating, but who am I to talk,” he mutters.
“Ah, yes, Jake mentioned that, too. Bitchless all these years?”
Jay deadpans at you. “I know you aren’t making fun of me for that when you basically just told me that you fake-dated all these guys because you have a raging praise kink specifically for people’s families.”
“Oh, fuck off.” But you’re laughing, almost— giggling? Ugh. Maybe you do need to back off on the caffeine. “Alright, I have to go now, for real. Text me when Mark is good, and then we can talk about our two fake dates.”
“Isn’t three the max?”
“I was serious about not having time, Jay. I have a thesis for linguistics, and a portfolio to put together for art. Mark was going to be my last… thing this year. I went to one event with him, so if you can get things squared away with him, you can have his other two.”
“Okay, fine. Pleasure doing business with you.” Jay salutes you with two fingers.
“You haven’t even succeeded with Mark yet, and you haven’t heard what favors I want in return, either. Don’t get ahead of yourself, hotshot.”
And then you’re gone, leaving Jay to ruminate on the last hour and a half you spent together.
Jake’s right— you’re not nice, not in the traditional sense of the word. You’re kind of prickly, and you seem to run your life like a drill sergeant, but Jay thinks you must be really kind. Aside from Chan, the others you’ve helped (Mark, Yeonjun, Vernon, Sunghoon, good lord) are all variants of pretty boys who can’t talk to women to save their lives but live and die by the words of their parents, who all hope to see them get married sooner rather than later (Jay elects to ignore how he fits into that mold pretty well, too). No wonder you felt bad for them in their plights and wanted to help them; and Jay really believes that you did it to help them, not because of whatever favors you got in return. Like you said, you have money, so it’s not like you couldn’t buy your own bubble tea or pay for a driver. No, he’s seen your calendar, and it’s crammed with volunteering events in between everything else, and he’s seen the way you fuss over Riki, someone you only see a couple times a week while ordering a coffee. He’s pretty sure you’re just a classic do-gooder, and he doesn’t even need your help that badly, but he does love a challenge. Get Mark Lee together with the girl of his dreams is the first one. The second one is to figure out why he cares about proving himself to you so much— it’s not like he’s swimming in free time either, but somehow you’ve gotten under his skin, and he wants to see where this goes.
(Plus, he thinks you’re really pretty.)
When you enter your studio art workshop class, you find Yunjin immediately and pout at her. “Thanks for revealing my location to Jay, traitor,” you whine.
Yunjin grins. “It’s not like the sorority house is a state secret, babe. And I have zero regrets— he’s hot!”
“So?”
“So, I’m sick of you fake-dating these guys because you love to be the most helpful person in the room, and I want to see you actually date someone!”
You snort. “Joke’s on you, then, because he also wants to fake-date me.”
“Eugh, really? What the hell, I thought he was a good one,” Yunjin groans.
“He is a good one,” you respond instantly. You’re not sure why you’re so defensive about him, but from everything you’ve witnessed today, you know that Park Jongseong is the definition of a good guy.
“Well, maybe this will finally be the one that goes from fake-dating to real dating!” Yunjing wiggles her eyebrows at you. “You already think he’s nice, and you didn’t say he isn’t hot, either.”
“I have a pulse, Yunjin, I can tell that he’s hot.”
Yunjin whistles between her teeth. “Wait ‘til I tell Jake to tell Jay that.”
“Do not— and since when are you and my brother so close, anyways?”
She flashes you a conspiratorial wink. “New boytoy.”
“Ew, seriously? Jake?”
“Hey, it’s not that deep. He gets around, too, doesn’t he? Friends with benefits, no strings attached, etcetera.”
“Famous last words, honey.” You start pulling out your art supplies, chewing on your lip as you consider whether to ask her what you’re dying to know. “... So, what do you know about Jay? And do not tell Jake about any of this, Yunjin, I swear.”
“We’re really not close like that, babe, and I’d never betray your trust for dick.” Yunjin puts her hand over her heart solemnly.
“I want you to know that I’m throwing up in my mouth.”
“Noted.” Yunjin sticks the pencil she was using in her hair, then leans back and hums thoughtfully. “Now, Jay… I know what everyone knows about him, I guess. Good guy, nice family, kind of detached, if I had to say so? Not in a bad way, though. I just mean that he seems to hang out with his friends and that’s pretty much it. He’s involved in a bunch of stuff on campus like you are, but I know he had to pull back recently because one of his parents had a health thing— oh no, I can tell you’re already Cinderella-ing.”
You huff. “Jake is so annoying for that. What do you mean, Cinderella-ing?”
“You feel bad for him and now you want to help him!”
“I already agreed to help him, if he helps Mark Lee get a girlfriend, first.”
“Wow, he must really need your help if he’s willing to do that.”
“Funny, he said he isn’t sure if he needs my help, yet.” You shrug. “He’s confusing.”
“Oooh, but you’re interested, aren’t you?” Yunjin peers closer at you. “Oh my god, you whore! You want him!”
“Yunjin!” You shush her, cognizant of the other students around you. “I’m just curious, okay? I wanna know what I’m getting myself into.”
“Sure, sure. I believe you!” Yunjin insists, looking entirely unbelievable. “That’s not surprising about Jay, though. His family is, like, super family-oriented. Introducing them to a fake girlfriend seems like it wouldn’t go well, so it makes sense that he’s hesitant about it. You should ask him for more details when you guys fuck—”
You cut her off with a hand slapped over her mouth. “I’m going to murder you in your sleep.”
Yunjin laughs underneath your hand and flicks you off. “But seriously, the rumor is that he’s never dated anyone in college because his parents had the perfect college romance and want the same thing for him, and he’s always been too busy being the prodigal son and heir apparent for true love to just, like, fall into his lap. Despite the valiant efforts of many girls on campus,” she finishes dryly.
“That’s… a really detailed rumor.”
“Chaewon’s little is obsessed with him, so I’ve heard it a million times.”
You both cringe. Chaewon is far too nice to say it, but her little is stuck in a phase of boy mania so all-consuming it borders on clinical.
“Enough about boys; how’s it going with the portfolio?” Yunjin nudges her chin towards your empty canvas.
You sigh. “Pretty good, except for the human portrait part. It’s really not my thing, but Professor Song was so adamant that I try to include at least two of them by the end of the year. I did one of Jake already, but he doesn’t know, so it’ll be hilarious to see him cry at the senior showcase.”
“Oh, he’s totally going to lose it,” Yunjin agrees. You stay silent on the curious display of knowledge she just exhibited on your brother’s behalf. “Who are you thinking for the other one?”
“Beats me. I’d use my parents, but that feels a little bit too on the nose, especially after the one of Jake. It’d be weird to ask our friends, right?”
“Not really, but your portfolio theme is family, isn’t it? Very sweet of you to think of us as family, but then you’re talking about an entire group of people.”
Instantly, you shudder. “That’s way more than two humans. Love you guys, but no thanks. I’ll figure something else out.”
Yujin smirks at you. “If you and Jay date and fall in love and get married, you’ll be family, and then you could do one of him.”
“That is so not the solution!”
You don’t hear from Jay until a week later, at which point you figure he has given up, so you’re shocked to find him at your door again.
“Morning, Cinderella,” is all he says to you before handing you a cup.
“Good morning,” you return, too dumbfounded to say anything else. “What’s this?”
“Coffee. Large iced Americano, no water, four shots of espresso,” he recites. “I got Riki to text it to me,” he admits quickly.
“I appreciate it, but what’s this for?” You narrow your eyes at him. “You can’t possibly think that one of the favors I’ll ask from you is coffee, right? I’m not that easy, Park.”
Jay looks offended. “Hey, you let Sunghoon buy you bubble tea!”
“Yeah, but he was really pathetic about the whole fake-dating thing.”
“... Fine, I’ll give that to you. That does sound like him. But no, this is because I wanted to ask you something, and I figured I’d take up the time that you usually schedule for getting your coffee.”
“Ooookay. So, what’s up?” You start on the walk to the library, and he’s quick to fall into step beside you.
“I’ve been thinking about how to help Mark with his crush, and I have the perfect idea, but I need your help.”
“You need my help to help Mark so that you can get my help for yourself?” It sounds absurd coming out of your month, and before you can stop yourself, you blurt out, “Wow, try saying that ten times fast.”
A surprised laugh erupts from Jay’s chest. “That was corny as hell,” he says, but he’s still laughing, high pitched and delighted. Laughter transforms his whole face, his eyes slipping into crescents and his nose scrunching with the force of his happiness, and you’re left dazed looking at him like that.
“Don’t tell anyone you witnessed that. I know where you live,” you threaten him half-heartedly. It really doesn’t carry much weight when you’re beaming in response to the mirth in his expression.
He stops laughing to grin at you, still bright and lovely. “Yeah, right. Who’s been coming to whose front door?”
“You don’t think I could walk across the street? I’m there all the time, Jay. So many people in that house owe me; it’d be a piece of cake to get your room number.” You say this with a stupid smile still on your face.
“Right, consider me properly frightened.” The wattage of his grin finally turns down a couple of notches, giving you room to breathe properly. “So, about Mark,” he starts.
“Yeah, this just sounds like more work for me,” you respond skeptically.
“Hear me out, okay? Mark has all these love songs written about this girl, and I found out that she always eats lunch at the same table at the same time in the dining hall on Tuesdays, so I figured he could play one of his songs over the dining hall speakers and then confess to her.” Jay makes little jazz hands at the end of his sentence, and it prompts a giggle out of you.
You have to fight your smile down when you speak. “A couple of things. One: that is so incredibly over the top for a confession, but sure, I like your spirit. Two: there’s no way Mark is slick enough to pull this off. Which leads me to three: what do you need from me?”
Jay nods. “Exactly, Mark could never do this on his own, which is why I’ve enlisted a bunch of guys from the frat, and you, of course.”
“Me, of course?”
“Sunoo and Jake are going to sweet-talk the lady at the dining hall who has the keys to the staff office with the dining hall audio hookup and microphone— she loves Sunoo, and Jake will flash her the ol’ puppy dog eyes to keep her sufficiently distracted. Heeseung will walk past and swipe her keys, and Jungwon is going to make sure that Mark’s crush is actually in the dining hall at the right time. Chan is going to apologize on everyone’s behalf if this goes wrong.”
You tut. “Poor Chan.”
“It’s his presidential duty, god bless.”
“And where do I fit into this?”
“You and I need to hold Mark’s hand, figuratively, and keep him hyped up enough to actually go through with it. He agreed to the plan, but I can totally see him chickening out again, which is why Sunghoon and Yeonjun are also going to stand guard outside the staff office so he can’t escape.”
“I feel like you could hold Mark’s hand on your own,” you argue, but you don’t really mean it. This sounds so chaotic and harebrained that you would normally want to stay a mile away from it, but Jay’s enthusiasm and seriousness about it is rubbing off on you. Plus, it would be nice to see one of your fake boyfriends actually succeed in their love life.
“He has two hands, and I can’t hold them all by myself because I have to operate the audio hookup,” Jay proclaims solemnly. “And I said figuratively! He trusts you, clearly, or at least he trusted you enough to be his fake girlfriend.”
“I come highly recommended,” you intone dryly.
“And he trusts me enough to go along with the plan, so I think we’re the best suited to be his moral support,” Jay continues, ignoring your smartass comment.
“This is a ridiculous plan, Jay.”
“So you’re in? Oh, wait. Are you free at 12:30 today?”
You stop to check your planner and confirm that you are. “What would you have done if I wasn’t?”
“Reconfigure the time-space continuum so you could be in two places at once. Mark’s future happiness depends on this,” Jay insists.
"I see what you mean about getting overly invested in challenges really easily… Alright, text me where I should meet you later, then?”
“You got it. Have a good day, Cinderella!” He yells this part as he jogs away from you.
“Stop calling me that!” But you can’t remember the last time you smiled this much this early in the morning.
Hours later, you smile instinctively upon seeing Jay’s name pop up in your notifications.
jay: coast is clear. meet me outside the dining hall staff office in 5 minutes. operation is a go
you: omw, 007
jay: stop ur making me blush
you: fr?
jay: no this is just banter
you: omfg mark just texted me to say that ur actually blushing
jay: im going to end him. after he gets a gf, ofc
“Hey,” you whisper in Jay’s ear, making him jump.
“Holy shit, how’d you get here so fast?”
You shrug, jostling his shoulder as you’re pressed up against him in the tiny recessed alcove across from the staff office. “I’m a fast walker. Places to be, people to see, you know? Speaking of…” You motion to the open office door. “Should we go inside?”
Jay clears his throat. Up this close, he can count the eyelashes that flutter against your skin. “Yeah, Mark’s already there. I’m surprised he found the composure to pop his head out and see me, or text you, honestly. He’s been a nervous wreck since this morning. Oh, finally, way to be on time, losers!” Jay beckons Sunghoon and Yeonjun closer from down the hall.
“We’re fine; Jungwon says Mark’s crush hasn’t even sat down at her table, yet. Hey, how are you? Long time no see.” Yeonjun flashes you a smile.
“Committing questionable acts in the name of love, you know, just living the dream,” you joke. “How’s your mom?”
“Great! She still asks about you. By the way, if I had known being a little more pathetic would get me this level of commitment,” Yeonjun gestures around him, “I would’ve asked for a real girlfriend, too.”
“I’m told I was pretty pathetic, and even I didn’t get this kind of treatment,” Sunghoon reminds you.
You pat his arm consolingly. “Maybe if you had Jay on your side, buddy.”
“Yeah, what the hell, best friend?” Sunghoon eyes him accusingly.
Jay pats his other arm. “Sorry, I have ulterior motives with Mark.”
“Oh, so now Mark gets a girlfriend and a secret male lover?”
Jay scoffs. “Not those kinds of ulterior motives, but please. As if Mark could bag me.”
“Ladies, ladies, there’s plenty of Jay to go around,” you say placatingly.
“Guys, I’m freaking out in here!” Mark wails from inside the office.
“Fuck, Jungwon said she’s sitting down now. Go!” Yeonjun pushes you and Jay towards the office.
In quick order, Jay gets the audio hooked up to Mark’s laptop, and he starts the song. While Mark hyperventilates between the two of you and you actually do share in the holding of his hands, Jay finds himself staring at you as you try to encourage Mark. You really are quite kind— he doesn’t think many people would have agreed to be dragged into this silly scheme, but here you are, throwing yourself into it wholeheartedly because there’s a chance it might secure Mark’s future happiness.
The sun reaches its highest point in the sky just then, streaming in through the windows behind you and drenching you in golden light. Jay’s not sure if he’s nervous about getting in trouble for this or if he’s just been looking at you for too long, but he can feel his heart stuttering in his chest. It’s positively outrageous how pretty you are.
“Bro, what the fuck do I say?” Mark hisses, interrupting Jay’s very important investigation of the color of your eyes. “The song is almost over, please, you gotta help me!”
“Just tell her how you feel,” Jay offers. It’s not his best attempt at advice, but he’s distracted by the way your hair brushes against your neck.
Mark splutters and fumbles and curses under his breath, but then the song is over, and Jay is turning on the microphone for him to speak. “Um, hey, so, yeah! Yeah. Uh, I’ve liked you for a long time… which you can probably tell, because of the song and everything.” Mark giggles nervously. “There’s, like, at least five more where that came from. Because I like you a lot, but I’m not great at talking in person, so I wrote all these songs, and oh god, this is super weird, isn’t it? I’m sorry if it’s weird, I just, well, I wanted to tell you. What I feel for you is so big I think I might explode; it makes me lose my mind and my breath and my ability to speak, and it leads me to do stupid stuff like this. And now you know. Okay, cool!” Mark reaches over and slams his hand to turn off the microphone.
You and Jay share an exasperated look over Mark’s head.
“Mark, you didn’t even say who the song is for,” you remind him.
He pales. “I didn’t?”
“Or who it’s from, but I think that part is pretty obvious,” Jay sighs. “Just text her right now, and tell her it was from you, and ask her out!”
“What? No, I can’t do that, I think I’m gonna be sick,” Mark moans.
You roll your eyes. “Mark, do it right now, or I’m telling your mom you cheated on me.”
“What? But I didn’t! And we weren’t even dating for real! And I just told her we broke up!”
“Right, I’ll say we broke up because you cheated on me.” You stare him down. “Seriously, I’ll call her tonight.”
“Nonono, I’ll text Mina, okay? See, I’m texting her right now.” Mark pulls out his phone and types frantically.
Jay throws his arm around Mark’s shoulder, using the leverage to hit the send button on his phone. “See, that wasn’t so hard!”
“I need to go walk into traffic,” Mark declares.
You smile breezily at him. “Sure, whatever. Love conquers all!” Behind his back, you and Jay high-five.
Jay says you should have dinner to celebrate Mark and Mina’s new romance (ignoring Mark’s pained “What romance? I’m dying.”), but you tell him that you’re volunteering at the community kitchen that night. Jay doesn’t miss a beat. “Sure, I’ll be there. We should talk about my thing, anyways.”
That’s how he finds himself in a hairnet and disposable gloves that night, making funny faces at the head of the community kitchen’s daughter, who’s running around underfoot. He’s been put in charge of chopping vegetables, while you’re stirring a huge pot of stew at one of the stoves.
“Watch your fingers,” you scold him half-heartedly. He’s devastatingly cute like this.
He has the audacity to wink at you. “I know my way around a kitchen, don’t worry.”
“Very cool, trophy husband.”
“What, no more 007?”
“Depends on the outcome of Mark’s text to Mina. Did you hear anything from him?”
Jay scoops up his vegetables into a large bowl and brings it over to you, nudging you aside with his hip so he can add the vegetables to your pot. “Not yet, but I don’t have him freaking out in my messages either, so I’ll take that as a win.”
You let him take over the stirring and turn around to lean against the countertop. “Cute hairnet,” you quip.
“Thanks. You think they’ll let me take it home?” he jokes.
You nudge your chin in the direction of the little girl giggling at Jay. “I think she wants to take you home.”
He winks at her, then lowers his voice so that only you can hear him say, “She’ll have to get in line.”
You swallow and wonder if the stove is turned on too high. “Right, so what’s your thing about?”
“Later, yeah?” Jay gestures around you, and you suddenly remember that you’re in the middle of a busy kitchen, with everyone hustling to get ready for the dinner service starting in half an hour.
You spring into action again, embarrassed at how easily you’d been absorbed into conversation with Jay. Something about the way he talks to you makes you feel like you’re the only person in the world— he’s always so attentive, nodding and responding to your every comment. You have to wonder why he hasn’t dated anyone seriously in college; he seems like he’d be the dream boyfriend. Hypothetically.
He only proves this point further when he reveals two containers of mac and cheese that he had picked up before getting there, which he microwaves for the two of you to eat after the dinner service is over. You turn on the lights in one corner of the cafeteria and sit at the only table that’s still left out: a children’s table where you have to balance precariously on seats that are too small for you. But it’s entirely worth it, knocking knees and elbows together, laughing too hard for what the situation warrants.
“I would’ve made you something myself, but I didn’t want to use up the kitchen’s ingredients,” Jay comments off-handedly.
Your heart glows in your chest. “That’s really thoughtful, Jay.”
He smiles and scratches the back of his head, suddenly shy. “Nah, it’s common sense, right? Come on, eat before it gets cold.”
Right then and there, Jay learns that he loves to watch you eat. You make exaggerated faces and ooh and ahh over something as simple as mac and cheese from the 24-hour diner down the street, and he finds himself itching to make something with his own two hands that will make you react like that.
When you’re done eating, you sit back and sigh in satisfaction. “That was exactly what I needed. Now, tell me about your thing— what kind of mess have I gotten myself into?”
Jay hems and haws for a good minute before finally telling you about his parents’ upcoming 50th wedding anniversary. “It’s a little complicated because they had this, like, fairytale relationship, and of course I’m happy that they’re still so in love all these years later, but it’s kind of… a lot to live up to. Not that I’m complaining, because they’re awesome, but I don’t have that kind of relationship with anyone yet, so I haven’t brought anyone home to them.”
“So the rumors are true,” you mutter under your breath.
Unfortunately, Jay seems to have heard you. “What rumors?”
Flushing, you explain what you’d heard from Yunjin, who had heard it from Chaewon’s little. You’re quick to add, “I wasn’t asking around about you or anything!”
Jay just smirks at you, something wicked and slow that only contributes to the heat in your cheeks. “I didn’t say anything.”
You hesitate before speaking up again. “So, if you don’t mind me asking… How come you haven’t dated anyone long-term in college? You’re, you know, perfectly okay to look at.”
Jay deadpans at you. “Wow, thanks, that really means a lot to me.”
You let out a huff of a laugh. “Shut up, it’s not a secret that you’re hot.”
Jay’s eyebrows shoot up, and you swear to god, he blushes to high heaven. “Th-Thanks.”
“Mm.”
It’s silent for a few long moments, then Jay clears his throat. “If I’m being honest, I haven’t dated anyone long-term in college because my parent’s relationship is a lot to live up to, and it’s not like I have a ton of time to find my perfect life partner in between everything else.”
“Ugh, tell me about it. Yunjin tells me I should try actually dating again, but it’s kind of a lot, right? Putting in the time and effort to get to know someone from scratch, when you’re not even sure how it’s going to pan out? And you’ve seen my calendar.” You laugh quietly. “And, honestly, I have this problem with dating where I get bored pretty easily.”
Jay leans forward, pushing into your personal space close enough to count your eyelashes, again. “Are you bored right now?”
“No,” you answer, although you’re not sure why he’s asking. “Um, so, why do you need a fake girlfriend, then? I don’t think it’ll pass muster with your parents, if they want you to be in love for real.”
Jay fidgets with his fingers on top of the table. “Yeah, it’s kind of stupid, to be honest. My dad was hospitalized for a month last year, and it really shook us all. My parents are on the older side, and I’m their only child, and, well, I’d like to make them happy while they’re still around. Sorry, that was morbid. And I know it’s not like we’d be doing this forever, and it’s wrong to fake it, but still. They’d be overjoyed to see me in a relationship. I want to give that to them, even if it’s only twice.” He tells it to you like it’s a secret, and your chest caves in with the force of his sincerity.
“I don’t think that’s stupid. It’s sweet, Jay, really.” You reach out and still his fingers. “Listen, you know I’m really good at being a fake girlfriend, right?”
“You come highly recommended,” he mimics you from earlier, mouth quirking up in the beginnings of a smile. It lifts the atmosphere slightly, and you’re glad for it.
“Right, so don’t worry. Leave it to me. Your parents won’t suspect a thing,” you promise. “When’s the anniversary celebration?”
“Six weeks.”
You pull out your planner to start scheduling. “Great, so you can send me information about yourself, and I’ll do the same for you, and then we can find time to meet up and quiz each other about it and get our answers on our relationship straight—”
Jay’s hand lands around your wrist, stopping you from writing further. “Not that I don’t appreciate your… efficiency, but I don’t think that’s going to work. Like you said, my parents want to see a true relationship, and I don’t think flashcards are going to cut it. How about we just… get to know each other?”
You blink. “What, like daily one-on-ones, or something? Office hours, but just for each other?”
He bursts out laughing. “Oh my god, you’re serious, aren’t you?” He lets go of your wrist to hide his face behind his hands as he continues to laugh, which makes you smile despite yourself. He’s so goddamn cute.
You decide to humor him. “What do you suggest, then?”
“As much as I would love to monopolize your time, I don’t actually want to take up any of the precious few free spots on your calendar. You need to set aside more time for yourself, by the way. But for now, how about you give me the thirty minutes you schedule for getting to Nat’s and then back to campus every day? We can get to know each other then.”
“You want to walk me to the coffee shop and back?”
“Among other things.”
“… Such as?”
“Just you wait, Cinderella. I’m going to sweep you off your feet so hard, you won’t know what hit you. I’ll be the best fake boyfriend you’ve ever had.”
In the dim light of the after-hours cafeteria, with his long legs stretched out on either side of yours and the soft crescents of his smiling eyes twinkling at you, you’re inclined to believe him.
Jay keeps his word. He shows up on the sorority house’s porch every morning, backpack slung over his shoulder and hands in his pockets at 7:45am. He doesn’t even have class until 11am (you know because you asked Yunjin to ask Jake), so his dedication impresses you. Sometimes, you’ll watch him approach the house from your window, bopping his head along to whatever he’s listening to in his earbuds.
When you open the door to greet him, he always smiles sleepily at you and reaches out to grab whatever’s in your hands (usually art supplies or heavy reference books for your thesis). It’s a small gesture, but it shoots through your cotton-candy-soft heart as true and straight as an arrow.
Most mornings, the two of you will chat about anything and everything, swinging from homework to Greek life drama to pet peeves to Mesopotamian history. Occasionally, you’re both tired from your busy schedules and just end up sharing his earbuds, listening to something slow and soothing. More and more often, you find yourself stuffing supplies and books into your backpack until it’s grossly misshapen, just so Jay can have his hands free to brush against yours on the walk to Nat’s.
It’s not just the coffee shop, either. Suddenly, he’s everywhere in your life, as if someone had penciled in his name as one long continuous block in your calendar. He comes to the library with you, and you work on your assignments in companionable silence. He’s now a regular volunteer at the community kitchen, and he’s helping them design a new menu for the colder days coming soon. He even shows up outside the studio art workshop, bringing you takeout when you’ve forgotten to eat. At parties, the two of you dominate beer pong, with him bouncing balls off of his bicep into the cups just to make you fake your fawning adoration at him. He doesn’t have to know that it comes easily to you, especially when he’s constantly looking at you the way you know you look at beautiful works of art.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were actually courting me,” you comment thoughtlessly one day. You’re perched on the kitchen counter at the frat, watching Jay make ramen for the two of you. It’s almost three in the morning, and neither of you should be awake, but there’s something special about the quiet privacy afforded by the strange hour.
Jay forces himself to keep stirring the pot like usual. If he’s being honest with himself, he doesn’t know any better, either, but he doesn’t want to look too closely into that at the moment. Instead, he opts to flirt. “Wouldn’t you like to know,” he murmurs.
“Yeah, that’s why I said it, smartass.” But you let him off the hook, now preoccupied with reaching over to re-tie his apron.
“Ooh, ramen!” Jungwon’s face lights up as he walks into the kitchen, led by his nose. He looks like he just woke up, rubbing at his eyes with the ends of his sweatshirt sleeves. You have to stop yourself from cooing at him.
“What are you doing up so late?” Jay scolds him gently.
“Oh, hey, Dad. Hey, Mom. I just woke up; I had a weird dream.” Jungwon nods at you both and takes a seat at the kitchen island.
You gape at him. “What?”
Jungwon blinks a couple of times, looking more alert by the second. “Oops. Did I say that out loud? Sorry, Niki’s been rubbing off on me.”
“Niki calls us Mom and Dad?” You’re not sure if that’s sweet or weird.
“As a joke! In a jocular manner. Jovially.” Jungwon throws up a peace sign, as if that helps.
“I’m glad to see the English degree is paying off,” Jay remarks dryly. He looks like he took the Mom-and-Dad thing much more in stride, except for the tips of his ears, which burn red. It’s a dead giveaway that makes you smile fondly, because it’s so him.
“Will you make some more ramen?” Jungwon bats his eyelashes at the two of you.
“See, it works much better when Jungwon does it,” you tease Jay.
“Can’t argue with you there, honestly.” Jay puts another pot of water on the stove to boil. “You should have more than just sodium and carbs, though,” he tells Jungwon.
You nod, hopping off of the counter to rummage through the fridge. “Yeah, you don’t eat enough vegetables. Maybe that’s why you’re having weird dreams. Aha!” You emerge triumphantly with a salad kit.
Jungwon laughs. “And you wonder why Niki calls you Mom and Dad.”
Jay scoffs. “That’s just because he hasn’t met Chan.”
“Fair enough. What are you guys doing here so late, anyways?”
You pause in assembling the salad to point a salad tong at Jay. “This guy just follows me everywhere.”
“We’re in my frat house,” Jay retorts.
“I could be here for someone else,” you argue.
Jay’s gaze pins you down, warm and earnest. “You’re not, though.”
You smile at him. “No, I’m not.”
Jungwon coughs. “Get a room.”
You reach over to ruffle his hair. “You’re standing in it.”
The three of you eat your ramen and salad in silence for a bit, all falling victim to varying degrees of sleepiness. Without noticing it, you’re scooched up next to Jay, shoulders and knees and ankles pressed together in one long line of comfortable intimacy.
Jay thinks about Jungwon’s question as he slurps at the noodles. What are you guys doing here so late? The answer almost eludes him. These days, he finds himself drawn to you like a magnet, pulled in by forces far stronger than himself.
He remembers that the two of you had been doing work in his room after the main library had closed, and you had fallen asleep on his bed at some point, a sketchbook dangling from your fingers. He had spent a ridiculous amount of time admiring your sleeping form, indulging in his favorite pastime of counting your eyelashes and resisting the urge to lay beside you. Eventually, your stomach had woken you up, and he insisted on making you some food, even if it wasn’t as nice as he would have liked to do for you. Now, looking at you chatting and joking with Jungwon, Jay feels his heart expanding into his lungs. You fit into his life so perfectly, and he’d like to think that he fits into yours, too. It’s almost too good to be true— could this be what his parents started with?
When you’re done eating, Jungwon waves the two of you away, insisting that he should do the dishes since you cooked. You’re not about to argue with that, so you pat him on the shoulder before following Jay back up to his room.
“He’s a good kid,” you tell Jay as you hop on his bed again, grabbing your sketchbook to pick up where you left off.
“He is.” Jay tuts at you. “And you should go to sleep.”
“I will, I will, just let me finish this sketch, okay? Besides, I don’t see you turning your laptop off, either.” You jut your chin out stubbornly.
Jay glances at the Wikipedia rabbit hole he’d been going down before your stomach had growled loudly an hour ago. He’s done with his work for the day, and he had just been keeping you company for the last two hours. “I have super important, time-sensitive work to finish,” he lies solemnly.
“Jay, I can see that you have the Wikipedia page for sinkholes open.”
He slams his laptop shut. “Actually, I’m done,” he declares, flopping down on the bed beside you. He turns his cheek from where he’s level with your stomach to look up at your hands moving across the page. “What are you working on in there?”
You make a displeased face. “People. I have to do one more human portrait for my portfolio, and it’s driving me nuts. Here, this one is of you.”
Jay lifts his head, astonished to see himself reflected back on the page. In smooth, sure strokes, you’ve captured him in tender detail: strong jaw, sharp eyes, and mouth twisted in concentration, probably from earlier when he’d actually been doing work. Jay’s jaw works as he struggles to figure out what to say. He’s unbelievably touched that you would draw him. “Can I keep this?” he asks finally.
“It’s not even done yet. And it’s not that good,” you warn him.
“It is to me. C’mon, please?”
“Maybe when I finish…” You trail off, swayed by the senseless patterns he’s tracing on top of your knee. “Which I won’t, if you keep distracting me.”
He smirks and stills his hand, looking like he’s about to tease you before he interrupts himself with a yawn. “Alright, goodnight, Cinderella.”
“'Night, 007.”
When he wakes up the next morning, he finds the lingering scent of your shampoo and a complete sketch of himself, now decked out in a tux worthy of James Bond. It makes him laugh out loud, and he knows he’s in trouble when he slides out a picture of him with his cousins from a picture frame to put your sketch in the frame, instead.
Before you know it, the day of the Parks’ wedding anniversary celebration has arrived. You’re on a four-way FaceTime call, with Chaewon lounging on your bed as you try on various dresses.
Kazuha is more invested in asking you about your relationship than helping you decide what to wear. “I’m just saying, I think it’s interesting that you and Jay have been, like, glued together for well over a month.”
“We’re getting to know each other better, so we don’t mess up in front of his parents,” you explain for the millionth time.
Kazuha wiggles her eyebrows at you. “Suuuure. Why didn’t you just send him one of those scarily detailed questionnaires like you did with all the other guys you fake-dated?”
Chaewon motions for you to spin in the billowy dress you’re currently in. “Too beachy,” she decides. “But ditto to what Kazuha said.”
“It’s because she like-likes him,” Sakura sing-songs.
You stick your tongue out at her. “Grow up, will you?”
“Forget about that— have you guys hooked up yet?” Yunjin demands.
“Yet? No, Yunjin, what the fuck,” you complain.
“Gross,” a familiar voice groans from Yunjin’s corner of the FaceTime. You, Kazuha, Sakura, and Chaewon all zero in on her square.
“Jake?” You exclaim.
Yunjin giggles and moves the camera to show Jake sitting at his desk in his room, wearing his nerdy glasses and hunched over a textbook.
“Did you guys just hook up?” Kazuha blurts out.
“Gross,” you repeat.
Yunjin rolls her eyes. “Grow up, will you? And no, I’m just here because it was too loud at the house.”
The rest of you fall silent on the call, especially you and Chaewon, demonstrating how decidedly not loud it is in the sorority house.
Yunjin blushes and clears her throat. “Whatever. Hey, you should totally wear that sparkly navy velvet number! The one that cinches at your waist.”
You rummage around in your closet and pull out the dress in question to try it on. “This one?”
Sakura whistles. “Oh, for sure. Good eye, Jen.”
Yunjin blows her a kiss. “Of course, of course.” She points at you. “That’s the one, babe. You have, like, the sluttiest waist ever, second only to Sunghoon; you have to wear that.”
Sounds of agreement abound, except from Jake, who whines, “You guys don’t think I have a slutty waist?”
“You’re a whore in other ways, don’t worry,” you reassure him dryly. You do another spin for Chaewon. “This isn’t too much, though?”
Jake suddenly pops into view of the camera. “It’s a formal event, and Jay is going to lose his mind no matter what you wear, trust me.”
“That’s not the point,” you insist.
The girls respond in unison, “Yes, it is!”
And you have to admit, the way Jay’s mouth stays open as he gives you the once-over a few hours later is gratifying, to say the least. For good measure, he does it again, letting his eyes linger at the dip between your collarbones and the curve of your mouth.
Molten heat spreads through you in response to his wandering eyes, ratcheting up in intensity when he smirks at you, purposeful and knowing.
You elect to check him out, too, knowing that you’re not the only person who can get flustered here. He cuts an unbelievable figure against the setting sun, leaning against his sleek black car, hands in his pockets and legs crossed at the ankles. The tuxedo he wears fits criminally well, emphasizing his broad shoulders and long legs, and you can’t stop yourself from wondering what he’d look like taking his tie off. On second thought, this may have backfired; you only find yourself feeling warmer the longer you stare at him.
Thankfully, he starts moving, coming up to the porch to hand you a bouquet of baby’s breath.
“Oh, good idea— should I hand these to your mom or your dad?” You ask, taking the flowers from him.
He laughs, surprised. You are too cute for his own good. “The flowers are for you, Cinderella. My parents and I are allergic to pollen, actually.”
“Oh.” You hold the flowers closer to your chest, giddiness touching you from head to toe. He got you flowers, even though he’s allergic. “Thank you, Jay.”
He hums and reaches out to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. “Happy to do it. I saw the flowers in your room dying the other day. Go put them inside; I’ll wait out here. I can feel Chaewon’s stare drilling into the top of my head, anyways.” He looks up and waves at Chaewon, who’s hanging out of your window shamelessly.
She shouts, “Have her home by midnight, or she’ll turn into a pumpkin!”
“I don’t think that’s how it goes, but okay!” He throws her a thumbs-up.
Inside the house, you’re seized with the urge to splash some water on your face, just to calm yourself down, but that would ruin your makeup. Instead, you place the flowers in a vase of water and trust that Chaewon will bring them up to your room for you, after she’s done heckling Jay.
“Leave my guy alone,” you yell in her direction, pulling at his arm to get him down the stairs and to his car.
“Your guy, huh?” Jay looks at you with uncontrollable fondness.
“Just for the night,” you say, but you don’t miss the way his smile widens at the way you don’t deny it.
Ever the gentleman, Jay opens the passenger door for you, helping you gather the ends of your dress and tucking them in under your legs. He remains crouched for a moment, looking like he’s debating with himself about something, and then he goes for it, leaning over and buckling you in.
When you raise an eyebrow at him, all he says is, “Precious cargo,” and then he’s shutting the door, leaving you flushing once more.
The car ride to his parent’s place is easy and comfortable, even with the charged atmosphere that lingers between the two of you. Conversation always flows like water with Jay; you’re debating the finer points of how to determine provenance for historical artifacts when you arrive. Guests are littered across the front lawn, conversing with each other but centered around his parents.
Suddenly, you’re nervous. “Do you think they’ll like me?” You ask Jay.
He looks at you like you’ve grown another head. “Are you serious? Of course they will. You’re you.”
You swat at his shoulder even as you smile widely. “Your unconditional faith in me notwithstanding, I’m serious, Jay. I want to be able to live up to this fairytale romance thing.”
He takes your hand in his, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “Believe me, you’re a dream come true. Let’s go, Cinderella.”
You gulp and curse your thundering heart, but then you’re five feet away from his parents, and you’re exclaiming at how in love they look, all these years later. Jay’s dad is distinguished in salt-and-pepper hair, and his mom is all smiles when she tells you that you’re too pretty for Jay.
“Mom,” he whines.
“Oh alright, come here, my beautiful boy.” She brings him in for a hug and beams when he kisses her cheek. Your heart melts like ice cream in the summer; he’s a mama’s boy, through and through.
Jay’s dad asks, “So, how did you meet?”
You open your mouth, prepared with your story. “I’m Jay’s friend’s twin sister, and then we kind of got caught in a scheme to help one of our other friends ask out the girl he liked, and we just got closer after that. Jay’s easy to like.” So far, it’s all true.
Jay doesn’t look like he’s faking anything when he continues, though. “She’s easy to love.”
“Way to one-up me,” you joke, but you feel like you’re floating, cradled by the buoyancy of the affection in his eyes.
“Seriously, she’s so smart it makes my head spin, and her heart shines brighter than the sun. She makes me laugh and work harder to keep up, and I’m lucky to just stand by her side. Being with her is the most natural thing in the world, like breathing, or my heart beating.” Jay doesn’t take his eyes off of you the whole time he’s speaking; he wants to commit every change in your expression to memory, from surprise to fondness to something deeper.
Jay’s dad hums approvingly. “Good work, son. You sound like I did when I met your mom.” He brings his wife in to kiss her temple.
“Enjoy the party, lovebirds,” she coos at you, and then they’re gone, off to greet other arrivals.
You’re frozen in place, with one hand still clutching at Jay’s like a lifeline. “We didn’t practice that,” you mumble.
He shakes his head and rubs his thumb over your cheek with his other hand. “No, we didn’t. Are you mad?”
“Mad? I think I’m jealous of your future girlfriend,” you say, forcing a laugh. It sounds wooden even to your ears.
He frowns. “Don’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“Act as if you don’t know how much I like you.”
The world stops turning on its axis. “What?”
His gaze slips down to your mouth, tracing your cupid’s bow. “You heard me.” He turns hopeful eyes on you. “Do you… feel the same?”
Just like that, the world resumes its motion, and you can’t let him go a second longer without knowing how much he is loved. “Desperately.”
He breathes a sigh of relief, and you think he’s going to kiss you— you need him to kiss you— but he hugs you close instead, lips hovering against your ear. “You have no idea how happy I am to hear that,” he murmurs.
“If it’s anything close to how happy I am, I probably have a good idea,” you laugh. You’re surprised at how quickly the burning urge to have his mouth on yours has tempered into something more grounded and permanent.
“I have to go do something for my parents, but I think I’ll die if I have to leave you. Will you come watch?”
You’d go anywhere with him. “Of course.”
He squeezes your hand. “Thanks, doll.” Against your will, your hand spasms in his. He giggles, delighted. “Duly noted.”
“Shut up,” you complain, but you follow him all the way to the tented dance floor set up on the grounds behind the house, only letting go after he kisses each of your fingertips in turn.
You’re surprised to see him pull out an eight-string guitar, and even more surprised when he explains to the gathered crowd that he’ll be playing the song from his parents’ first dance. They look perfect, swaying in the center of the floor, but you only have eyes for Jay.
You watch as his fingers pluck deftly at the strings, a romantic Spanish melody that barely reaches your ears over the rush of all your adoration for him. As soon as the song is over, he catches you in his arms, lifting you up and spinning you around twice before setting you back down, hands at home around your waist.
He asks if you want to dance. You teeter back on your heels, looking at the graceful curve of his mouth and thinking back to the nimbleness of his fingers. “Honestly? I want to kiss you. Really badly.”
He exhales and holds you tighter. “You won’t let me take you out first?”
“If you count the last few weeks, you’ve taken me out, like, a million times.”
“But a real date, doll. I want to cook for you, and we can get tea lights, and a picnic blanket, and— god.” Jay sucks in a sharp breath when you move his hands higher to cup underneath your chest. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he sighs, pressing his forehead to yours.
“I hope so. Stop being so nice, and take me to your room, please?”
Jay’s eyes flick heavenward. There’s only so much self-restraint left in him. “You win.”
And when he finally kisses you, pressed up against the door of his childhood bedroom, you nearly cry from how tender it is. He kisses you slowly, reverently, like you’re one of the saints from his history books.
“Sometimes, I think I’ve dreamt you up,” you confess to him. The words hang precious and delicate in the space between your lips.
“Let me show you I’m real then, yeah?” He presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth, then licks right into you, eliciting a gasp from the back of your throat. Your fingers find purchase in the soft hair at the back of his head, and you realize that you’ve been breathing the wrong air your whole life; the groan that passes from his mouth to yours is the only thing you want in your lungs from now on.
Liquid desire pools in your stomach, rising until you think you might choke on it. “Jay, please.”
“Please, what? Use your words, doll.”
“Touch me.”
That’s all he needs to hear. Quicker than you realize it, but just as urgently as you need it, you find yourself laid out on his bed, and then he’s demonstrating that he knows more than just how to play guitar with those thick fingers.
When you make it out of his room an hour later, you’re still glowing with happiness. Jay knows he looks equally lovestruck, not least because his collar is hiding several lipstick stains from you.
You offer to help him redo his tie, so he anchors you unnecessarily close to him, hands sweeping up and down your side. “I don’t think I told you yet, but you look really nice tonight,” he murmurs. “You look really nice all the time, actually.”
You bury your face in his chest. “I’m going to explode if you keep sweet-talking me like that.”
He presses his smile to the top of your head. “Nooooo, you’re too pretty to explode.”
“Jay!” But you’re both laughing, bathed in the soft magic of newfound devotion. You couldn’t dream up anything better.
(Dating Jay is a lot like fake-dating Jay, as it turns out. In some ways.
In other ways, Jay still manages to take your breath away with new and inventive methods. He really does make you dinner, with tea lights and a picnic blanket, ensconced in the twilight of a park you drive an hour away to get to. He even makes foie gras torchon for the occasion, from scratch, and he watches you intently as you moan in delight at the taste. You joke about your breath being fishy when you kiss later, but he just shrugs, unbothered and already moving so that his head disappears underneath your dress, making you moan in a different way.
So, yes— there’s a lot more kissing, and sex, and intimacy that makes you want to curl up in a ball and hiss at how vulnerable it makes you. But Jay is always welcome in the prickly patches of your soul, and he wants those parts of you as much as he wants the parts of you that paint him in aching affection.
When he finally tells you he loves you that winter— in so many words, because it shows in his every action otherwise—, it’s three in the morning again, and your hands are fluttering across his brow, smoothing out the creases from a night of worrying about whether he’s really good enough to take over the family business. Your fingers, lovely and dear to him, stitch together the cracks in his self-resolve, and he can’t help but let the words out. His heart absolutely sings when you repeat the words back to him.
Some time later, you ask him to sit for a portrait for you. He doesn’t think too much of it, especially as the seasons bleed into one another and spring brings an influx of senior events, pollen, and the impending question of the future. He’s at your senior thesis, asking you detailed questions during the audience Q&A and wrapping you up in the biggest hug when it’s over, and you sit in on the final class he TAs, applauding when he’s done.
At the showcase of your final portfolio, his jaw drops when you reveal the second portrait (after having laughed his ass off at Jake blubbering over the first one and Yunjin kissing him in public to shut him up).
The second portrait is of him, and his parents. From his dad’s strong brows, to his mom’s smile lines, to his own hands; every detail is captured, shimmering in loving light.
He finds that his eyes are wet when you come up to him and brush your thumb against his eyelashes, smiling brightly at him. “Do you like it?”
“I love it. I love you, so much, like crazy, you don’t even know,” he rambles, laughing through his tears now.
You kiss him quickly but firmly, just a reminder that your mouth was made to fit against his. “Love you more, London boy. Speaking of…” You lean back to stare at him through your eyelashes. “I got the Rhodes,” you whisper.
His eyes widen like saucers. “You’re coming with me?”
“More like you’re coming with me,” you say, knowing that Jay had requested to be placed at his family business’s England location to be close to you in the event that you got the scholarship.
“Obviously,” he relents without missing a beat. “I’m going to follow you everywhere. Can’t get rid of me now.” He dips his head to kiss you longer. Lightning still shoots through his fingertips, just like the first time, and every time after that.
At graduation, you tell him, “You know, I think I’ve decided what I want your favor to be.”
He smiles at you, familiar and true. “Yeah? What’s that?”
“Just love me, for a long, long time.”
“Easy, Cinderella.”)
#enhypen#park jay#park jongseong#enhypen jay#enhypen x reader#enhypen fic#jay x reader#jay fic#jay oneshot#enhypen oneshot#enhypen fluff#jay fluff#wrote this in 5 days bc i am deranged#no banner bc idk how to make one and don't plan on learning so we're rawdogging it#back when i wrote fics on tumblr for **** there used to be like banner makers who would specifically make them for ppl...#is that still a thing? someone lmk idk#okay! ready set go gimme ur thoughts on this#im gonna go to dinner and then watch the rest of ep 7 and 8 of king the land and ignore how sunghoon is soooo guwon#i also need to finish dr romantic 3 and start packing to move across multiple state lines#but maybe i'll fall into the clutches of guwon sunghoon or jake puppy fic. i need a lobotomy honestly#ss.fic
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profiles: the y/n’s fake older bros (1 real) squad (ft. mark)
johnny suh: senior. y/n’s older brother. he can get a little protective of her (sometimes a little too protective) but he means well. lives to annoy her as all older brothers do, but they spend a lot of time together and obviously love each other very much, despite what either of them may say. he’s the social chair of nct this year, which means he runs their socials and takes lead on promoting the frat. a meme lord, loves his friends a lot.
chittaphon leechaiyapornkul (please just call him ten): senior. the first person y/n goes to if johnny is unavailable. he and johnny rushed nct together as freshmen and have been best friends ever since. calls her all the pet names under the sun, he’s as protective of her as johnny but is subtle about it. he’s vp of nct this year, he generally oversees and takes lead if needed. lives and breathes dance, can and will cut you down with a single sentence.
nakamoto yuta: senior. y/n first saw yuta at lions tryouts last year and immediately had a huge crush on him but always thought he was way out of her league. got to know him when she realised he was besties with johnny and ten and found out he’s just as kind and supportive as he is good at soccer. he’s captain of the soccer team this year, so hasn’t got an official role in nct as that would be too much to take on (looking at you, mark).
lee taeyong: senior. taeyong helped y/n find a class last year when she somehow ended up in the science block instead of the art department. on their walk they found out she was the little sister johnny and ten were talking about starting snu that year, and he told her to let him know if she needed anything else. there’s not a better man for the job as president of nct this year, he truly cares about all of the guys and their troubles.
jeong jaehyun: senior. y/n has made it her mission in life to get him to play ring ding dong by shinee on night night. she also likes to visit them at the station every so often and pester him in person about it. basically annoyed him into being her friend and pseudo brother. events chair of nct this year, plans all their official activities and throws a mean frat party. beer pong champion of nct, just a silly goofy guy. don’t look down on him.
mark l- wait, haven’t we done this already? damn, this kid is everywhere. see his profile here (not part of the fake older bros but has got an official role in nct this year so he’s included here).
#nct smau#nct dream smau#nct 127 smau#wayv smau#haechan smau#nct x reader#nct dream x reader#nct 127 x reader#wayv x reader#haechan x reader#donghyuck x reader#nct fake texts#nct dream fake texts#nct 127 fake texts#wayv fake texts#ateez smau#itzy smau#red velvet smau
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Court Circular | 21st November 2023
Buckingham Palace
The President of the Republic of Korea and Mrs Kim Keon Hee today commenced a State Visit to The King and Queen.
The Prince and Princess of Wales welcomed The President and Mrs Kim on behalf of The King at the Four Seasons Hotel, 10 Trinity Square, London EC3.
The President of the Republic of Korea and Mrs Kim Keon Hee, accompanied by Their Royal Highnesses, drove to Horse Guards and were met by The King and Queen.
The President of the Republic of Korea and Mrs Kim Keon Hee, accompanied by The King and Queen, drove in a Carriage Procession to Buckingham Palace with a Sovereign’s Escort of the Household Cavalry.
Gun Salutes were fired in Green Park by The King’s Troop, Royal Horse Artillery, and at the Tower of London by the Honourable Artillery Company.
Guards of Honour were provided at Horse Guards by F Company Scots Guards and at Buckingham Palace by 1st Battalion Welsh Guards.
His Majesty’s Body Guard of the Honourable Corps of Gentlemen at Arms, The King’s Body Guard of the Yeomen of the Guard and a Detachment of Household Cavalry were on duty.
The King presented The President of the Republic of Korea with the Insignia of an Honorary Knight Grand Cross of the Civil Division of the Most Honourable Order of the Bath.
The President of the Republic of Korea and Mrs Kim Keon Hee, accompanied by The Duke of Gloucester, this afternoon visited the Korean War Memorial, Victoria Embankment Gardens, London SW1, where The President and Mrs Kim laid a wreath and His Royal Highness, Patron, the British Korean Veterans Association, also laid a wreath.
The President of the Republic of Korea and Mrs Kim Keon Hee subsequently met United Kingdom Korean War veterans.
The President and Mrs Kim afterwards drove to Westminster Abbey where His Excellency laid a wreath at the Grave of the Unknown Warrior.
The President of the Republic of Korea and Mrs Kim Keon Hee met General Sir Adrian Bradshaw (Governor of the Royal Hospital Chelsea) and In-Pensioners who fought in the Korean War, before touring the Abbey, escorted by the Dean (the Very Reverend Dr David Hoyle).
The President and Mrs Kim afterwards drove to the Palace of Westminster and were received by the Lord Speaker (the Lord McFall of Alcluith) and the Speaker of the House of Commons (the Rt Hon Sir Lindsay Hoyle).
The Speaker welcomed The President of the Republic of Korea and Mrs Kim Keon Hee and His Excellency delivered an Address.
The President and Mrs Kim subsequently attended a Reception with Peers, Members of Parliament and other guests.
The Rt Hon Jeremy Hunt MP (Chancellor of the Exchequer) had an audience of The King this afternoon.
The Lord Hodge (Lord High Commissioner to the General Assembly of the Church of Scotland) was received by His Majesty and reported on the recent proceedings of the General Assembly.
The King and Queen gave a State Banquet this evening in honour of The President of the Republic of Korea and Mrs Kim Keon Hee at which The Prince and Princess of Wales, The Duchess of Edinburgh, The Princess Royal and Vice Admiral Sir Tim Laurence, and The Duke and Duchess of Gloucester were present.
The following had the honour of being invited:
Suite of The President of the Republic of Korea and Mrs Kim Keon Hee:
His Excellency Mr Choo Kyungho (Deputy Prime Minister and Minister of Economy and Finance), His Excellency Mr Park Jin (Minister of Foreign Affairs), His Excellency Mr Lee Sangmin (Minister of Interior and Safety), His Excellency Mr Bang Moonkyu (Minister of Trade, Industry and Energy), His Excellency Mr Cho Taeyong (Director of National Security), His Excellency Mr Yoon Yeocheol (Ambassador of the Republic of Korea to the United Kingdom), Dr Kim Taehyo (Principal Deputy National Security Adviser), the Hon Kim Eunhye (Senior Secretary to The President for Public Relations), Dr Choi Sangmok (Senior Secretary to The President for Economic Affairs) and Ambassador Lee Choongmyon (Secretary to The President for Foreign Affairs).
Specially attached to The President of the Republic of Korea and Mrs Kim Keon Hee:
The Viscount Hood (Lord in Waiting) and the Viscountess Hood, Mr Colin Crooks (His Majesty’s Ambassador to the Republic of Korea) and Miss Sheila O’Connor (Head of VIP Visits, Protocol Directorate, Foreign, Commonwealth and Development Office).
Diplomatic Corps:
His Excellency the Ambassador of the Republic of Honduras and Mrs Mirian Nasser de Romero.
The Cabinet and Government:
The Prime Minister and Mrs Murty, the Secretary of State for Foreign, Commonwealth and Development Affairs and the Lady Cameron of Chipping Norton, the Rt Hon Oliver Dowden MP (Deputy Prime Minister), the Minister of State for the Middle East, North Africa, South Asia and United Nations and the Lady Ahmad of Wimbledon, the Secretary of State for Science, Innovation and Technology (the Rt Hon Michelle Donelan MP) and Mr T Turner, and the Leader of the House of Lords and the Lady True.
Special Invitations:
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@ notyourmalelead
top of his class, hallway crush kim doyoung isn't very interested in his semester long partnership with sailor moon obsessed, popular vlogger: you. until your larger than life crush on him is revealed. then he's much more interested in proving that he's not your male lead (and subsequently wishing he was).
@ ddoing
doyoung. top of his class, student body president, hallway crush kim doyoung who is slightly regretting his choice of major due to a certain sailor obsessed group mate. he has that cold and cool k-drama male lead aura to him that is practically irresistible, well, that is until he opens his mouth. he wants jungwoo to stop telling the waiters that it's his birthday.
sailor moon alignment? chiba marmoru, much to his dismay.
@ tytrack
taeyong. doyoung's childhood best friend, lee taeyong is star of the arts program, captain of the dance team, and the real ncit it boy. he wants people to stop asking him for pictures on the street... he doesn't get it, does he look like a celebrity? (no, it's just him).
sailor moon alignment? sailor neptune.
@ sugaringcandy
jungwoo. pretty boy lifestyle vlogger, kim jungwoo has no shortage of popularity. something that is dumbfounding to doyoung, considering he is often on the receiving end of whatever jungwoo decides to annoy him with. he wants to get to know yn, but doyoung seems to want her all to himself.
sailor moon alignment? sailor venus.
@ jeongjaehyun
jaehyun. popular, vice captain of the basketball team jeong jaehyun is the heartthrob of ncit. it's rumored he models outside of school and has a harem of girlfriends. in reality, he's a bit of a loser--well not that anyone else notices. he wants to adopt that stray cat outside of doyoung's apartment building.
sailor moon alignment? ???? an utter enigma to yn.
@ previous @ home @ next
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upperclassman
— ROOMS 324 & 326
hwang yeji
- sophomore
- major: robotics engineering
- residential asst.
- president of the dance club
charismatic with killer dance moves and a contagious smile. known for her fierce presence and charm, but always gets teased by her friends.
- sophomore
- major: biological sciences
sweet, always looking out for others and making sure everyone is taken care of. known for her soothing vocals and warm personality.
— ROOM 127
lee taeyong
- senior
- major: robotics engineering
- head residential asst.
extra asf. confident. loves video games and anime. known for his fashion and dance.
— ROOM 186 & 188
christopher bang
- junior
- major: media arts and science
- lead residential asst.
secretly a meme king. responsible, looks out for his kids “his hall” and keeps them in line. but once he’s off the clock, he’s just another crazy ass college student.
lee felix
- junior
- major: mechanical engineering
cute lil sunshine, brightens everybody’s days with his smile and antics. known for his aussie accent.
— ROOMS 313 & 315
yu jimin
- sophomore
- major: computer science
- residential asst.
- president of programming & activities board
elegant, graceful, people think she’s really mean until they get to know her, then they find out she’s just a stupid cheese cat. known for her visuals, humor, and dance moves.
uchinaga aeri
- sophomore
- major: linguistics
life of the party, always switches between languages, and always arguing with somebody. known for her cool exterior and playfulness.
#itzy x reader#itzy smau#itzy#itzy yeji#itzy lia#hwang yeji#choi jisu#nct#nct 127#nct u#nct taeyong#lee taeyong#stray kids#skz#skz bang chan#skz felix#christopher bang#lee felix#aespa#aespa karina#aespa giselle#yu jimin#uchinaga aeri
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That's intresting!! Then shoud I make my dream team with fav membrs..but why 9 membrs tho?? Is it becoz 127 have 9 ppl... then mine have 10 mbrs..anyway let's get to the to the topic..
Ofcrs KIM DOYOUNG...he is my bias nd I am living for him...if he is not in this team then there is no team..thats it..😏
JAEHYUN--YAAH Like u said they are a good match to sing nd I am a jaedoist...jae is not a god of dancing but whenever he does some parts thats really eye catchy like in djj,baggyjenes nd now in fact check dance break...he killed it
TAEIL--Seriously i cant leave out him ( u could say I am a sucker for tende,, nd his voice range is slightly better than dy nd finally he is the jaedo president)
LEE TAEYONG-- u dont need anything just make him stand at the centre, it would be huge hit..he is good at rapping (sometimes I do think his rapping is better than mark)..nd he is the god of dancing..group needs a choreographer nd a music producer nd he can write too..plus my doate heart always needs them.. ( I am a fool still waiting for a dotae collab even though I knw it wont happen any time sooner)
TEN---srsly I am not his fan...but he is a good performer..I really liked his verse on baggy jeans nd he is good at dancing too..we need someone to catch up with ty at center..nd he could be a lead vocal too..(plus I am giving a chance to doten to make up with eo😌..if they r In a same team dy cant run awys for long time)..
Kun--- I just love this man....(I knw I included so many vocals but bear with me..for the sake of ballad I could train ty nd ten to sing taeil's highnotes)... u knw this kun is an amazing human being..if u have him it is like yaa...we could move on from whatever the situation is...u think he cant dance but he dances well, can he sing ofcrs he is a good singer, can compose nd produce ? Yes ofcrs..he can do everything nd he is frnd with ten nd dy..so give him a pass..
JAEMIN--- I dont knw..he is weird...he is an eye catchy...his visual could make it..I dont knw abt his vocal but he is for visual nd a dreamy member nd for dy to baby sit..
YANYANG--ok...I am giving him a chance...he is good...can dance rap nd visual too..srsly dont knw but i am giving a chance to work with the hyungs...☺️
CHENLE/RENJUN ...sorry...I cant decide ..I like chenle more ..but renjun could make the content better if he is with dy..may b...but I prefer chenle coz I like his charecter and singing ..he is kinda different nd he really loves dy..( I will include anyone who loves dy btw...) tbh if lucas is here I would just put him in this place...i kinda liked him..
MARK/HAECHAN.. -- I really thinked a lot..I cant seperate them...it feels like a sin...but there is not much rapper iny team, so I need mark,also for dy to cling on when he is sleepy...then I should include haechan ..but here already have too much vocals but his vocal tone is different nd also can rap if he practiced...so just consider them as a one person...
so huh nim..this is my dream team as I put everyone selfishly, mainly for the benefit of dy....but this is kinda fun...
Oh, you are a brave one to come up with a list under your name.
You separated ChenJi?! How could you!
As far as I know, Jaemin can't sing or rap. He is a classic visual and fan attractor. He is helped by the tone of his voice (and dancing skills). His voice is very attractive so he can make even short sentences like "ice cream" impactful.
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you're my 't-h-i-n-g'
taeyong × fem!reader
warnings: mature language and themes
genre: floof but i think theres a good amount of angst shoved in there im really sorry im bad at these things dhvehej
tags: pining, bestfriend!taeyong, badboi(?)!taeyong, jellybelly!taeyong
characters: you, taeyong, yuta and johnneh make a brief appearance, seventeen's yoon jeonghan is mentioned like twice
words: 3.6k
Do you remember back when you were a child? Do you remember meekly holding onto the object of your affection and feeling safe, desperate for it to stay by your side forever?
Whether it was a stuffed toy or your parents' big, warm arms, do you remember the sense of security only your 'thing' could make you feel? Knowing that no matter what, you were protected against all the evils your brain could muster back then?
Well, I guess it would be presumptuous of me to assume that every single person would remember their 'thing', mostly because some people just didn't get to experience having one at all.
Lee Taeyong was one of those people.
He'd grown up in a place he never spoke about once in the four years I've known him. Not willingly, anyway.
It was almost at the end of our sophomore year of college when I had finally managed to push him into opening up about his past, and boy was I taken aback. Not to exaggerate or anything, but anyone who knew Taeyong had the basic idea about his background, and what he told me still managed to shock me out of my wits.
I understood after that why he didn't talk about his past. If I were him, I wouldn't either. I was surrounded by absolute guilt for making Taeyong relive it through his words and vowed not to ever bring it up again.
Another thing that made sense to me after that conversation was why it was so hard for him to commit to relationships. Not just romantic ones, just relationships in general. As far as I know, apart from me, he didn't trust anyone.
Well, apart from me and them.
Taeyong never really let me get close to the guys at the tattoo shop, now that I think about it. He kept me completely separated from his other friends the first year and a half of knowing me. Not even a mention about what his day was like at work. I was honestly amazed by how efficiently he could swerve around the subject for so long.
After a while, he started mentioning their names but that was pretty much it. He rarely ever did that, though. But it wasn't like he was cutting off another personality of his from me or anything like that. I had a general idea of what they did. Even if Tae managed to keep me completely separated from all of that the best he could, he still was the same Lee Taeyong to me. He was still my best friend, so he obviously couldn't hide everything from me.
The first time I ever interacted with them (that too, only two of them) was a few weeks ago, during my fourth year of knowing Tae. It was a... questionable encounter. Now that I think about it, the highlight of that day wasn't even meeting Taeyong's friends.
Whoever fought with him that day had probably put up a good fight, because he was so hurt that day that he had no choice but to come to my apartment for help; and he hated having to be seen by me when he was hurt.
I was utterly terrified when I saw him, to be honest. The slash on his arm was long and it looked really deep. He had a lot of bruises on his leg, and those, too, only the ones I could see through his ripped jeans. There were scratches on his face as well. Tae told me that he'd only walked for around five minutes or so, but I was honestly surprised he'd managed to make it to my place in his state.
After my frantic attempts to clean up his injuries in a mixture of panicked questions, teary eyes and messy bandaging somehow made the bleeding stop (not completely, I could see the bloodstains on the bandage), I demanded that we head to the hospital immediately.
He refused to budge, claming that he "didn't need to", and I was near punching him square in the jaw.
"What the fuck do you mean, 'I don't need it'? Are you fucking insane, Tae? We're going. Now."
Now, I may not be the scariest person in the world, but I do know how to take my stance when I need to. No way in hell was I going to agree to let him bleed on my fucking couch for goodness knows how long before he passed out.
I stood in front of him, my arms crossed over my chest. He was watching me intensely, his piercing eyes looking straight into mine. I didn't know why, but for some reason, they always managed to make me weak.
This might not be the best time to bring this up, but yes, I possibly had feelings for Taeyong which weren't exactly platonic, per se. And yes, it was terrible, because he depended on me for love and support. It was wrong of me, and I was trying to stop.
But at that moment, I wasn't going to cave. Hell if I wouldn't try my best to battle his gaze, no matter the way it made me feel.
"Get up," I said, shoving every bit of authority I had inside me into my voice. "Now."
He parted his lips slightly and held the tip of his tongue between his teeth. His eyes flitted down from my face. Relief bloomed in my chest. The fear of the possibility of Taeyong's injuries getting worse flickered away slowly.
A doctor will look at him and he'll be fine, I told myself.
That was short-lived, though. Not more than two seconds later, he looked back up to meet my eyes, with a much darker gaze this time. The way he looked at me was so intense that I almost lost my breath. And then the realization hit me.
I was in a dress. Tae knew I only wore dresses on dates. Tae liked to know about who I was going out with. I hadn't told him about this one.
The anxiety was ten times harder this time than the one I had felt before. I looked away from his eyes to the couch behind him and, seeing his jaw tighten through my peripheral vision.
He shifted closer to me so that our knees were touching, taking me by surprise. I looked down at his arm, concern clawing at my chest as I saw more blood seep through the white bandage wrapped around his forearm, probably because he moved so suddenly.
"Tae, let's— let's not do this right now—"
"Who were you out with?"
My breath caught in my throat. I felt awful doing this. I felt awful knowing that he cared so much. I hated that I hoped that he didn't just care as a friend. I hated that I liked Lee Taeyong, a person who sought comfort in me.
And that's exactly why I wanted to move on. I couldn't just cut him out of my life, so I tried to busy myself with other people. He made it so much more difficult, though. It was hard enough for me to agree to go out with someone without having my heart shatter into pieces at the constant reminder that it was Taeyong that I truly liked by itself. The fact that Tae rarely ever approved of my dates made it even harder. That's why I chose to keep Jeonghan hidden from him.
But being dishonest to him was what hurt the most.
"Tae, please. You're not listening, we— we need to get you help—"
He cut me off, opening his legs and shifting to the edge of the couch so that I was standing between his thighs.
"I asked you a question."
I could feel tears prick at my eyes. Sucking in a shaky breath, I tried to compose myself.
"That isn't our priority right now, please, let's just go—"
"I said I'm Fucking Fine. Will you answer the God damned question now?" He raised his voice and I flinched slightly. Slowly, I could feel anger bubble at the back of my throat. Why did he have to yell? I never got this mad when he went out with someone I didn't like.
"That isn't any of your business," I mumbled, taking a step back. His hand immediately came to stop me, palm resting against the back of my knee and pulling me closer. It felt warm against my skin, making the hair on the back of my neck stand up.
"What did you say?" He spat. He sounded livid.
I felt myself get aggravated, too.
"I said that it isn't any of your business," I repeated, pushing his hand off. I looked into his rage-filled eyes, intimidating to the core.
But I wasn't going to back down. Tae had no right to be this mad at me for going on a date, even if he cared. It wasn't like I had ever stopped him from going out with someone. Besides, he hadn't been completely honest with me about his life either.
"It very much is my fucking business," He mocked my tone from vefire as he stood up, towering over me slightly. I looked up at him as he leaned down to level our faces. My heart went to beat fast again, but I didn't let that affect me. We were having this argument now, no matter the way he made me feel.
"Yeah?" I challenged. "How come I never get to hear about who you're hanging out with, then?"
He looked taken aback. I couldn't believe him. Did he honestly think I was never going to bring up his friends, or rather, the fact that he entirely hid them from me? I didn't know them personally, but I knew they weren't the best people. Not with Taeyong coming home hurt like this.
"That isn't the same thing."
I scoffed, looking away. "How is it not the same thing? You've known me for four fucking years, Tae! Four! You thought I wouldn't question you hiding what seems to be an entirely different world from me? For all I know, you could—"
"It isn't the same thing because they won't try to get into my fucking pants!" He ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. "Those guys, that ask you out, they're — they're dangerous. All they want to do is fuck you, and they'll pounce on you the first chance they get-"
What the hell was he talking about?
"Then why the fuck do you keep your friends hidden from me? Don't you want to keep me locked away from them because they're dangerous as well? Like all my dates supposedly are?" I was shouting now, and I was sure my neighbor could hear me.
Taeyong rubbed a hand over his face in frustration.
"Fine. If you want to meet them that bad," he pulled his phone out and typed for a few seconds, before shoving it back into his pocket, "I called them over right now."
I stared at him in shock. If it was that easy, why didn't he just let me meet them before?
"W-What—" "Now will you tell me about this secret date of yours?"
He was still angry, it was obvious. But I calmed myself down, reminding myself that he was, in fact, hurt.
"Sit down first," I instructed. I'd managed to lose the ability to meet his eyes again. I took the glass he'd drank from when he arrived and filled it up with water, waiting as he settled on my small loveseat.
I tried figuring out a valid excuse for not telling him about Jeonghan. I knew it wasn't right for him to control who I dated, but I knew where he was coming from. He was Lee Taeyong, and this was his way to show that he cared.
I handed him the glass of water, motioning him to drink it, but he shook his head.
"You drink first. Your throat must be sore."
I complied, lifting the glass to my lips and taking a few sips. My throat felt a thousand times better. I filled it up again and went to sit next to Tae, watching the glass as if it were the most interesting thing in the world.
"Here."
I turned my head slightly to look at him while handing him the tumbler and I instantly regretted it. He was watching me again. I froze.
He took the glass from my hand and drank, strongly holding my gaze. The glass made a quite thud when he placed it on the table, reminding me that we still had to talk about this.
I turned my attention to his fingers which rested on his thigh. Slowly, I inched my hand closer to his until they touched. Tae instantly interlocked our fingers and I immediately felt better. No matter how much he might have been making my heart race, holding his hand always made me feel comfortable.
"Your arm," I said, "it stopped bleeding."
He smiled, squeezing my hand. "Told you I would be okay."
I didn't know what to say. My heart felt as if it would combust at any given moment.
"Tell me," he pleaded, tugging at my arm slightly. I sighed, trying to come up with something which didn't sound completely stupid and was somewhat honest. "It's just that you— I— you rarely ever like the guys that ask me out and I really liked him, so I just thought that— that it would be better not to bring it up and so I—"
"Calm down." He leaned down to whisper in my ear, "Tell me slowly, it's okay."
I paused for a moment, trying to calm myself down. "You know Jeonghan from the— that ice cream place downtown?" I felt him stiffen. His lips ghosted over my ear and he let out a short "hm". It made me shiver and I prayed he didn't feel it.
"We just, um, went to get dinner. Nothing special."
Tae suddenly pulled back, completely serious. "Would you go out with him again?"
My eyes grew wide. I looked at our hands again. "Honestly? No."
That wasn't a lie. Jeonghan had offered to go back to his place and "spend the night" as soon as we finished our dinner which had immediately made me uncomfortable.
He tilted his head, asking me to tell him why. I looked up at him to find an unamused expression on his face.
"You have to promise me you won't do anything to him." At this, he cursed under his breath and looked away, already knowing that whatever was about to come next would make him want to punch the guy.
"Promise me," I repeated. He looked at me and nodded simply.
"I want verbal confirmation."
He let out an annoyed grunt, but he promised me, anyway. I told him what happened and his jaw clenched.
"Taeyong—"
"This is why I tell you to not date them." He closed his eyes for a moment, before opening them and looking at me again.
"Is there ever a problem when you go out with guys I like?"
Yes. Yes, there is.
"I— well, I mean I guess not."
I didn't even know if he could read me like an open book right now or not, I was in a daze. I prayed to everything holy that I wouldn't accidentally out my feelings for him.
He looked at me, and his eyes softened. Suddenly, he pulled my arm and lifted my leg, positioning it so that I sat on his thighs, straddling him. My thighs were on either side of him and my dress rode up.
What was he doing? I couldn't react, nor could I move. He was way too close to me. Lee Taeyong was mere inches from my face and I was sitting on him.
"T-Tae—"
"Then why do you go out with them?" He asked, looking at my cheeks. I couldn't think, my mind had gone blank.
He pulled me closer to him. I could see the scratches more clearly now.
"Because I— I," I attempted to speak but I couldn't. Not with him this close to me. He looked down to my lips, his tongue coming out to wet his own.
"Can I tell you a secret?" He whispered. My heart picked up it's pace. His voice sounded different when he was this close. I just nodded nonchalantly.
He wrapped his arms around my waist, trapping me in his hold. "I like you."
My breath hitched.
Who said that? Did I say that? No, I wasn't in a state to talk, I couldn't have. Was I hearing things, then?
I blinked in confusion.
"Don't leave me hanging," he chuckled nervously, making me realize what just happened.
Oh. Oh.
Taeyong said that?
I couldn't understand. He looked uneasy but he still wore a small smile on his face. Oh, that smile. Was this even real?
"I—" Again, I fumbled with my words, trying to speak. I couldn't. Oh my god, did Lee Taeyong just tell me that he likes me?
"Hm?"
I couldn't say anything. I couldn't. The feeling in my chest was unexplainable and it had completely wiped out all of the vocabulary in my brain. So I just nodded.
Tae let out a small giggle, and my heart melted. Oh my god, this was real.
"What do you mean by that, baby?"
I swooned at the name. He'd called me that name once before, and that was two years ago when I had caught a really bad bug; but God, I could never get enough of him calling me that. I lifted my arms and gripped his shoulders, bumping our noses.
He hummed again, encouraging me to go on.
"I like you too," I blurted. I still couldn't believe it. I was in Taeyong's lap, confessing to him.
He beamed, lifting his head to kiss both of my cheeks, sending butterflies down my stomach with each. He went up and kissed my forehead, hugging me close against him.
"Thank you," he smiled, breathless. He lifted his hand to hold my cheek, and honestly, I could've burst out into tears right then.
"Are you two done now?"
I jumped. Scrambling off of his lap, I heard someone clear their throat. Taeyong clicked his tongue in annoyance, getting up as I smoothed my dress down.
Two men stood at my doorstep — one had an eyebrow raised and was having a staring contest with Tae, and the other, much taller one was tapping away at his phone.
"H-Hi," I said bowing slightly. Good God, the first thing Tae's friends saw me do was probably the weirdest thing they'd ever witnessed.
" 'Sup. I'm Yuta, nice to finally meet you." The one that was having a staring contest with Tae said, breaking his eye contact with him and stepping closer to shake my hand.
"I got the whole thing on video! The others are gonna' be so jealous that I got to see this in person." The tall one said, finally looking up from his phone. "I'm Johnny."
I looked at Taeyong in panic, and I saw him sulking and scratching the back of his neck.
"You what—" "Introduce us!"
Taeyong cringed, "Well, you two already know who she is, so—"
"Yeah, yeah, we do. Do you still need a ride?" Yuta asked, not seeming interested at all.
"Actually," Tae said, his eyes finding mine for a split second before he looked back at Yuta, "I think I'm gonna stay the night."
"Well, okay. John, let's go." Johnny kept making a weird face at Tae, and to be very honest, I was unsettled.
"Would you guys like some water or anything? You're welcome to stay and rest for a bit if you'd like—" "No you're not, go away—"
"Shut up, Tae. Anyways, you need anything at all?" I asked, shushing Taeyong. Yuta looked at me, and let out a laugh.
"No, thanks. We've already seen enough, we wouldn't want to interrupt anything el—"
I was about to pass out then and there, but thankfully, Johnny dragged his friend away before he could finish.
"oKay bye bYe, it was nice meeting you!"
They shut the door behind them and I locked it close. I heard Tae sigh.
"Your friends are weird." I turned to face him, only to find him walking over to me.
"Yeah, I know." He engulfed me in a hug, burying his head in my neck. "They're such weebs, I don't want the rest of 'em to meet you. You might turn into one of them."
I let out a laugh at that, wondering what he meant.
"I'm sorry I yelled."
I sighed, hugging him back. "It's okay. I yelled, too."
I felt him smile against my skin. "I promise I'll work on the yelling. And on not getting hurt," I let out another laugh. "You'd better." This wasn't a dream, was it? "Or you can go to your tattoo buddies for help next time."
"You're so mean to me," he whined. "Can we sleep now, please?"
"You don't want to change?" I asked, pulling away and leaving him to grab some of his spare clothes I'd taken from his place some time ago. He hummed, following after me.
"I've waited for non-platonic cuddles for four years, so please, hurry up." He said, coming up to hug me from behind as I took out a sweatshirt and a pair of pajamas from the dresser.
"What are non-platonic cuddles?" I laughed, and he mumbled something random as a reply.
There in his arms, after four years of knowing him, I realized that even if Taeyong didn't get to have his 'thing', he had become mine. And there was a feeling of utter joy, happiness knowing that he would be here for a while.
I smiled, scared to wake up the next day, and have it all be a dream. But it wasn't. This was real.
Lee Taeyong was my 'thing' and I hoped that somewhere along the way, I would become his.
#taeyong fanfic#taeyong fluff#taeyong angst#taeyong#lee taeyong#taeyong imagines#taeyong au#nct au#nct 127#nct#nct scenarios#nct fanfic#nct taeyong#taeyong owns my sould bye#badboy!taeyong#bestfriend!taeyong#taeyong lee for president#bad boy taeyong#best friend taeyong#taeyong soft hours
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#taeyong#lee taeyong#the president of valentines#jaehyun#jung jaehyun#jaehyun instagram#insta live#translantion#jaeyong#cute#pics#kpop
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#taeyong#lee taeyong#nct 127#w cover behind the scenes#this video brings out so many emotions#hes adorable#cute#hilarious- that asap dance 😂 Im surprised he didn't bring out the smile 😂#and incredibly fucking handsome#sexy president#❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥#i just want to add proud daesang winner despite what the dreamizens are saying 🙄#They're so fucking embarrassing#posting that truck outside of SM#not for sooman to see but for the 127 members coming in to work#fucking disgusting#this is why I dont stan ot23#just a bunch of haters waiting for opportunity to strike on such a happy day for 127 and 127zens#ok my random rant is done#sorry not sooman I meant SMA 🙈
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President of Exo-L’s Mark Lee attended EXplOration on behalf of us Exo-L’s who couldn’t attend 😂😂
#everyone bow down to our president mark 😂😂😂#exploration#exo#nct#nct 127#nct u#mark lee#suho#nct mark#baekhyun#taeyong#xiumin#nct johnny#chanyeol#sehun#taeil#jungwoo#d.o.#kai#yuta#jaehyun#chen#lay#winwin#haechan#doyoung#nctzen
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devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes (preview)
Jay needs someone to pretend to be his girlfriend, and you're just the person for the job— seriously, you're almost a professional at this point, regularly charming the families of your idiot twin's friends who need your help getting their parents off their back. You have strict rules, though: (1) you'll only pretend to be someone's girlfriend on three occasions, maximum, (2) nobody is allowed to catch feelings, and (3) you get three favors in return. Too bad Jay is hellbent on breaking every last one of them.
PAIRING: park jongseong x female reader
GENRE: fake dating, college au, vaguely greek life au, vaguely rich kid au, acquaintances to partners in crime to fake relationship to lovers i guess? lol, jake is your twin bc i thought it would be funny
WARNINGS: swearing, (eventual) kissing and suggestive content
WORD COUNT: ~2.3k (preview), final word count TBD but likely long knowing myself
PUBLISH DATE: probably in the next two weeks!
“WHY DO YOU LOOK SO NICE?”
“Why do you sound so surprised?” You scoff, tossing the apple you were just about to eat at Jake’s head. Annoyingly, he catches it in mid-air, then makes a show out of polishing it with his shirt and taking a big bite out of it. “Hey, I was going to eat that, asshole.”
“Shouldn’t have thrown it at me, then.”
You roll your eyes at your twin, then go to retrieve another apple from the fruit bowl. It’s surprisingly well-stocked, given that you’re in a frat’s kitchen. Honestly, it’s surprising that there even is a fruit bowl in a frat’s kitchen, but the president of this frat runs a tight ship.
Said president appears in the doorway just then, snatching the apple from your hands as well as the one from Jake’s hands. “Guys, seriously, you have to wash these before you eat them.”
You and Jake both whine simultaneously. “Chan!”
“I already took a bite out of that, bro,” Jake complains.
“I’m starving, please have mercy,” you beg.
Chan whips his head around from where he’d begun washing the apples in the sink to fuss at you. “What? Why haven’t you eaten yet? It’s almost 9pm!”
“Which reminds me— why do you look so nice?” Jake repeats.
“I had a thing with Mark,” you sigh.
“You can just say you were pretending to be his girlfriend; we all know what you mean,” Jake snorts.
“I had a thing with Mark,” you repeat, resisting the urge to throw another apple at Jake’s head. “It was at this ballroom downtown, and of course he had nothing to wear, so I had to take him shopping first, which made us late, and then his parents wouldn’t stop talking my ear off about how I need to convince him to give up the music major, so I couldn’t touch any of the food there. Not even the foie gras torchon,” you recall mournfully. “We just got back, like, five minutes ago.”
Chan hums sympathetically— he knows how much you love foie gras torchon. “You can probably ask for an endless supply in return for your appearance at today’s thing,” he suggests, only half-joking. It absolutely sounds like the kind of thing Mark Lee would agree to, what with his ridiculously large inheritance and hapless generosity (last month, Mark lost thousands of dollars in some animal shelter-related pyramid scheme, marketed to him by none other than Haechan Lee).
You wave a hand dismissively. “Nah, I’m keeping Mark’s favor for something else.”
Jake raises an eyebrow. “What else?”
“Whatever it turns out I need in the future, dumbass. What’s it to you, anyways?”
“Just wanna make sure the poor guy doesn’t end up trapped in your snares forever, little sis. Yo, can I have that apple back?” Jake turns to Chan with characteristic puppy eyes.
“You’re only older than me by eight minutes,” you grumble, the age-old retort slipping out of you before you can help it.
“No, Jaeyun, you cannot. And don’t talk to your sister like that— oh my god, why do I sound like Taeyong,” Chan mutters, thinking about his predecessor frat-president-slash-mother-hen.
“Jeez, government name and everything.” Jake holds his hands up, relinquishing his claim to the apple.
“In fact, your sister gets to have both of these apples, after I clean and cut them up, because she is a saint for continuing to save our asses from our parents like this,” Chan lectures, unceremoniously carving out the chunk of the apple with Jake’s bite marks and tossing it into the trash bin.
“Real ones get it!” You reach out and high-five Chan.
“That is so unfair, c’mon, man!” Jake splutters. “She gets just as much out of these fake relationships— seriously, didn’t you drive her around everywhere for, like, a month after she went to that wedding with you?”
Both you and Chan shudder at the memory. “Ugh, my worst cousin and the worst guy he was ever with. They’re still married, by the way.” Chan shakes his head. “God knows why.”
“Love conquers all…?” Jake offers.
“What the hell are you talking about love for,” a new voice grumbles. Jay strolls in through the doorway, hands full with plastic bags promising wonderful things based on how your stomach reacts to the smell.
“Oh, hell yeah, chicken!” Jake cheers. “Took you long enough, bro.”
“Traffic was hell, something about a ball downtown, and— oh. Hey.” Jay stops abruptly at the sight of you, now munching on the apple slices Chan hands you, one by one.
You wave vaguely in his direction, too busy eating to respond. Jay is one of your brother’s friends who you don’t know that well, since you’ve never pretended to be his girlfriend. It’s strange that you two don’t know each other better, actually— as the social chairs of your sorority and his fraternity, respectively, you would usually have a lot to work on together. But this year has been particularly busy for you, what with your senior thesis and your various things with Jake’s frat brothers, and you had delegated most of your social chair responsibilities to your co-chair, Yunjin, who was far better suited to the social part of the job, anyways. You suspected Jay had done the same thing, since the two of you only ever texted to confirm budgets for any joint events.
“You need to have more than one-and-three-quarters of an apple for dinner,” Chan scolds you, parental instincts back in full force.
You shrug, about to turn around and rifle through the cabinets to see if you can find some peanut butter to add to your apple slices when a takeout container appears in front of you. Tired and still starving, you react rather slowly, your eyes tracing up the hand on the container to the veins of an arm belonging to none other than Jay.
“You look hungry,” is all he says, before popping the container open for you and rearranging the rest of the plastic bags on the counter. “Jake, tell the others to come down for food.”
The others means that soon, there will be an influx of hungry frat brothers in the kitchen, and you have no desire to be anywhere near that, so you mumble a quick thank you to Jay, plop the rest of the apple slices into the takeout container (against Chan’s complaints about the contamination), and move to leave the kitchen, eager to be on your way to your sorority house.
The last thing you overhear before you leave is Jay asking, “Why did your sister look so nice?”, and Jake and Chan responding in unison, “She had a thing.”
A few days later, when they’re doing work in the library, Jay asks Jake, “So how long have Mark and your sister been seeing each other?”
Jake’s pencil jerks across his graph paper, a jagged line appearing on the page at the same time that he swears. “Dude, what the fuck?”
“Dude, what the fuck,” Jay echoes flatly. “Didn’t you say she had a thing with Mark?”
Jake blinks. “Well, sure, in the same way that she’s had a thing with Chan, and Yeonjun, and Vernon, and all the others.”
Jay gapes at him. “Your sister dated all of them? And all the others?”
“What, no, she didn’t date them, she fake-dated them! Just a couple of times, mainly showing up to things with their families so their parents would leave them alone about finding a partner and all that. You know how the parents are.” Jake gestures vaguely, referring to the oddities of the world of wealth they were born into.
Jay nods slowly, understanding dawning upon him. Does he know how the parents are? Oh, does he ever. He has always had a good relationship with his own, but they had been more pushy on the whole love thing as of late, with the not-at-all subtle questions his mother asks about any special someones in his life and the unfunny jokes his dad cracks about how he’s still spry enough to help raise grandchildren. Especially unfunny, given the health scare his dad had given them all in the last year.
Jake’s voice brings him out of his veering-towards-morbid thoughts. “But seriously, bro, how is this news to you? My sister’s been doing this… Cinderella-genie thing for over two years now.”
Jay’s eyebrows furrow. “Cinderella-genie thing?”
“Yeah, I mean, she transforms our frat brothers into respectable young men with a respectable relationship, but only for three occasions, and she gets the same number of favors back.” Jake wrinkles his nose. “It sounds weird when I say it like that, and don’t get me wrong, I love to give her shit for it, but it’s all above-board stuff. Sunghoon bought her bubble tea for like, three months.”
“She fake-dated Sunghoon?”
At the mention of his name, Sunghoon pops one side of his headphones off. “What’s up?”
“You fake-dated Jake’s sister!?”
Sunghoon shushes him before responding. “Yeah, don’t you remember? It was a couple of months ago.”
Jay’s ears flush, both at how loud he had unconsciously gotten, and at the reminder that he really has been out of it for a while now. It’s not like he’s been living under a rock, but he has definitely been spending a lot more time with his parents and away from his friends ever since his dad’s health scare.
“She was great, though,” Sunghoon continues. “My mom still thinks I made the biggest mistake of my life ‘letting her go.’ But she’s also been leaving me alone about ‘finding love’ because she thinks I’m heartbroken, so yeah, Jake’s sister works wonders.”
Jake smirks. “Sim genes, man. Elite stuff.”
Sunghoon scoffs. “You wish. Didn’t I hear your mom yelling at you on the phone the other day for not having settled down yet?”
“Ugh, don’t remind me. Does she not realize what decade this is, I mean, we’re still in college—”
Jay interrupts what looks to be the beginning of a long rant from Jake, cutting him off with, “So where can I sign up?”
Jake stares blankly at him. “Sign up for what?”
“The Cinderella-genie thing.”
Sunghoon scrunches his face awkwardly. “Uh, she kind of has a waitlist, buddy.”
Jay waits for him to laugh and say he’s just kidding, but he doesn’t. “Are you serious?”
“Yeah, she doesn’t do the fake-dating thing for multiple people at the same time, and she’s pretty busy with all her shit, so I’m not sure how long of a queue you have ahead of you…”
“Okay, but Jake could get me ahead, right? Cut the line, or something? C’mon dude, I’m your best friend.” Jay is suddenly desperate, remembering the conversation he’d had with his mom on the phone last night, where she had dreamily recalled meeting his dad in college and delicately reminded Jay that he could have a plus-one to the Parks’ upcoming 50th wedding anniversary celebration.
Jake eyes his friend warily. “I dunno, she really doesn’t like stuff like that. Unfair advantages, I mean.”
“My parents aren’t getting any younger, Jake, and you know, with my dad last year and everything…” Jay does his best approximation of batting his eyelashes at Jake.
“Are you guilt-tripping me?”
“A little?” Jay’s smile turns a little maniacal. “For real, my parents have their 50th wedding anniversary coming up, and it would be the perfect event to bring her to so I can reassure them that things are going well in my love life.”
“Are things going anywhere in your love life?” Sunghoon’s tone is skeptical, and reasonably so.
Jay has been distant lately because of his family, but even before that he had always been known as somewhat aloof and unattainable. Devastatingly handsome, yes, with killer grades and fierce ambition, and a business empire to inherit to boot, but he is also his parents’ one and only miracle child, born after years of trying and almost giving up. Jay’s parents are older than all of his friends’ parents, and their family business has always been that— a family business. Jay has two years after graduation to learn the ropes in the business, and then he’ll be due for an MBA, and then a return to helm the business, but this timeline has recently felt more urgent than ever with his parents’ flagging health. They would never say it, but he knows the only reason they haven’t retired yet is because they don’t want to hand over control of the business to anyone but him. Jay has worked his ass off in college, trying to get there as fast as he can, as well as he can. But his parents also want him to enjoy college and find true love, and while he’s been doing pretty well with the former, the latter has been on the backburner for, well, forever. Who has time for true love, in between classes, fraternity duties, the various shenanigans his friends get up to, internships, networking, TA-ing, volunteering, being on the executive board of two clubs, and eating, sleeping, dreaming, and thinking?
So. No. Things are not going anywhere in his love life, and he confirms just as much to Sunghoon with a grunt, to which Sunghoon wheezes out his amusement.
Jake eyes Jay with pity, now. “Alright, that guilt trip was successful, but more so because you just admitted to being bitchless for so long. I’ll put in a good word to my sister for you.”
Jay perks up instantly. There is light and beauty in this world after all! “Awesome, thank you bro, you won’t regret this, I promise!”
“I wasn’t planning on it, but those are famous last words, Park.” Jake raises an eyebrow at him. “Are you sure you can handle my sister?”
“Why not? She seems… nice.” Jay is slightly evasive in his answer, and truthfully, it’s because he isn’t really sure what you’re like. All your interactions to date have been cordial, almost business-like, and you and Jake are fraternal twins, so it’s not even like he’s really familiar with what you look like. He is, however, sure that you look beautiful in a ballgown, even if he only saw you in one in his frat’s kitchen.
Jake chortles outright. “No, my sister is not nice. Yeah, I’m definitely going to convince her to help you, just because I think it’ll be hysterical watching her turn you inside out. Good luck, my brother in Christ, because you’ll need it!”
#enhypen#jay#park jay#park jongseong#jay x reader#enhypen x reader#enhypen fic#jay fic#uhhhh idk what else to tag here it's been so long since i wrote anything on tumblr dot com#title has absolutely nothing to do w/ the song and it barely has anything to do w/ the plot tbh i just like the way it sounds#who would've thought i'd be back on tumblr... writing fics.......... in the year 2023#and for READER INSERTS TOO this is a new uhmmmm situation for me#tbh i'd much rather write ocs but that seems to be Not The Vibe on kpopblr so here we are#okay i know the ages of the people in this fic don't line up but shhhh just ignore it okay#i know next to nothing about skz but when i was thinking about who would make sense as a mothering frat president chan just made sense#based on my limited knowledge yknow#okay anyways! cool lmk what u think of this preview#ss.preview
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taeyong for nba style korea
#smtownnetwork#neoculturenet#wow its been a long timeeeee#nct#taeyong#nct 127#nct u#*gif#my post#i havent giffed in so long omg#*my posts#*edit#*gifs#ft mark lee#and president doyoung#uwu
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The V Week Spy
🌙 staring. Jaehyun x afab!Reader I ft. Haechan, Jungwoo, Jeno & Johnny
🔮 synopsis. Every year, seven days before Valentines day, sororities and frats are paired together, and eligible himbos, hoes, bimbos and fuckboys alike volunteer to be raffled for a chance to become the year’s V Week Spy. V Week is open season, with outings and parties tailored to be the perfect excuse for sexscapades, with the knowledge than 1 boy and 1 girl are undercover, grading sexual performances. Once the week is over, at the annual Valentines Day Party, the evaluations are presented- It’s a bad time to be unsure about someone’s feelings towards you, and an even worse time to fall in love.
cw/ tw. multiple smut scenes, fingering, oral (f receiving), mentions of mirror kink, lots of sexual implications, dry humping, boob worship, corruption kink, dacryphilia, service dom, dirty talk, praise, dom/sub themes, ‘service dom’, thigh riding, unprotected sex, etc…
👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 20.1k
🍭 aus. frat au, forestry major Jaehyun, Valentines Day theme, (please note, this is not part of my official frat universe)
☀️ mlist + an. This fic takes place over the span of a 7 day countdown to Valentines day, each day ends with a scoreboard to keep track of the Spys, please note: in fic characters do not see the scoreboard until the reveal on the 14th, and all girl names on board are default Korean to keep up with the male names being that of Korean kpop idols :)
Feb 7th, Saturday, seven days till V day
“Thank you all for gathering,” frat president Lee Taeyong says, following his yearly script off of a cue card he’s holding awkwardly in his hands. “As per tradition, I will be reading out the V Week rules, which are as follows. V week starts every year on February seventh, and goes to Valentines day on the fourteenth. On February seventh, which is today, an outside party hired by the Greek System will conduct a pairing ceremony, pulling a sorority name, followed by a frat name, out of two different hats. Once a frat and sorority are paired, each house will have a secret choosing ceremony to identify a V Week Spy. The point of V Week is for the paired frat and sorority to have as much no-strings-attached sex as they want, and participate in a number of V Week events such as our Luncheon tomorrow and movie nights. The V Week Spy’s job is to secretly be evaluating people on their sexual performance, and hit a target of at least five evaluations within the week without getting caught. Then, at the Valentines Day party, the evaluation scores will be revealed. Remember, the more people you sleep with, the better chances you have of getting on ‘The V Week Evaluation List’- so this is a reminder to play V Week according to your preferences. The Greek System holds no responsibility over any hurt feelings or STI’s that may be spread during this week, however, protected sex and pre planned STI checks are recommended.”
The room lets out a chuckle and Taeyong sighs. No one ever does the STI tests, however there hasn’t been a sti incident during V Week in ages, and the case of chlamydia that swept over the entire Exo house three years ago still incurs nightmares.
“Now if we all look at the tv, the picking ceremony will be underway shortly.” Taeyong finishes his cue card and lets out a sigh of relief.
The live recording on the screen shows two people in masks, an anonymity measure, getting set up with the bowls holding the names of the university’s 6 frats and 6 sororities.
“Who do you think we’ll be paired up with this year?” Mark asks, picking up conversation with the two men next to him while they wait.
The eldest of the three, Mark’s frat ‘Big brother’, a Business major named Johnny, scoffs. “You don’t even participate in V Week, so what does it matter?”
“Hey! I participate a little!” Mark insists. “I participated three times last year!”
This earns a laugh from his friends, and Jaehyun runs a hand through his hair while shaking his head.
“Look, as someone who doesn’t want my name on the Spy Evaluation List at the end of the week, I just think it would be hypocritical of me to put my name in the hat to be the spy.”
“It’s always interesting to see who participates,” Johnny muses, “and to what extent.”
All their eyes go to their friend, who is sporting his usual February 7th, V Week kick off shirt. It’s custom made, with an image of his own face on it, and it reads: ‘I’m Hyuck and I like to Fuck.’
“Hey, is y/n participating this year?” Johnny nudges Mark with his shoulder, and the Canadian’s fingers tighten on his phone.
He’d just been texting you about this.
“She did last year, didn’t she?” Jaehyun asks.
“She did-” Mark sighs.
“I tried so hard to win her over last year,” Johnny groans, head falling back against the couch so he can look at the ceiling for a moment, reminiscing about how beautiful you’d looked for the entirety of V Week the February previous. “But she just- fuck, I’d love to corrupt her-”
“She does participate in V Week,” Mark reminds his friends, “she just… mostly sticks to people that aren’t-” Mark sighs, closing his mouth and shaking his head.
“Go on Mark,” Johnny prompts, “finish your sentence. She mostly sticks to people that aren’t what?”
“I can’t just-”
“Maybe it would be easier if you told us who she’s hooked up with, and we can gauge the difference ourselves?”
Mark groans. “That would not be easier.”
“Maybe it doesn’t even matter.” Jaehyun sighs, shifting in his seat as his eyes go to the tv, where it looks like pairing is about to begin. “We were paired with Y/N’s sorority last year, we probably won’t be again. Back to back years just don't happen.”
Johnny rolls his eyes. “And there’s never been one person picked for spy two years in a row, but I still threw my name in the hat.”
“Okay everyone,” Taeyong’s voice interrupts the trio’s chat, “they’re about to start pulling names, so please turn off your phones. While it doesn’t matter so much for this initial house name draw, when we pick our spy afterwards, they have to be kept secret. Any frat member that leaks the spy’s identity to anyone outside of this house will be punished.”
“Punished how?” a pledge, Shotaro, asks in a quiet voice.
“Just-” Taeyong blanks, as no one has ever leaked (or even caught) a spy, as that’s not truly what the game is about, “just don’t do it.”
You stare at the screen in shock, and then your hand goes to your phone- eager to text your best friend, Mark, to rave about how crazy it is that your houses have been paired two years in a row- but you’re reminded of the no phone policy. Besides, you’ll be seeing Mark, and the rest of his frat, at the V week Luncheon tomorrow now that you’re paired, so you can talk to him then.
“Wait, we still have our NCT Frat board from last year, don’t we?” one of your sorority sisters asks.
“Ooh! We do!” another squeals, “I’ll go get it!”
You still can’t believe that after V Week last year, your house got together for a slumber party and made your own Master Doc Evaluation List for NCT- it had felt a little… intrusive at the time, but other people in the Greek System are always quick to remind you that if you don’t want your name on a sex list, to just skip V week, and anyone who participates has agreed to evaluation, which, you suppose, is fair.
Besides, many frat guys live for V Week, ‘studying’ by watching porn and trying techniques out with fuck buddies before evaluation so they can go into it expecting flying colours.
Your sorority sister returns with the nct evaluation board, and your president, Rose, moves to pull a spy name from the bowl in front of her.
The air is still, and people hold their breaths, something you’ve always found funny. This whole V Week tradition is funny, because people act like it’s all about the game- when, it’s truly just about a week of no strings attached fun. No one ever bothers to find the spy, and being the spy just means you’re held to a 5 person quota- but for some reason, everyone always wants to be the Spy.
While you avoided putting your name in as spy last year, this year, you’d thought fuck it. If all your friends place value on being the spy, on the ‘power’ that comes with knowing you’re evaluating the person you’re sleeping with and they’re (probably) not evaluating you in the same way-
It’s an interesting idea. But you doubt your name will be pulled, so you haven’t truly given it much thought.
You’re more than happy to just have fun with your usual roster of NCT hookups, and while it’s possible any of them could be the spy, you’re close enough with them to know that they’d respect your wish to Not end up on the Evaluation List.
The sound of your name pulls you from your thoughts on which NCT frat boys you’ll be sleeping with this year- and all of the sudden, your roster is exactly what everyone wants to know.
“Y/N! You’re this year’s spy!” Rose’s voice makes everyone quiet, and she motions to the board. “You got four, last year, right?”
You nod, completely shocked by the turn of events.
“You had… Hyuck for sure,” she pauses, “Jeno-”
“Yang Yang and Jungwoo.” You finish the list, nodding as your eyes scan the board, taking in the information written there.
Donghyuck : tongue!!! 10/10
Jungwoo : lips 9/10
Jeno : sheer power?!? 8/10
YangYang : big talk, less follow through 6/10
“So you’ll definitely be wanting Haechan then.” Rose nods to herself, and you watch her open the binder in her arms, which holds a calendar. “Are you thinking about scheduling everything now? Or do you want to take it day by day?”
You consider her question. “I think- I don't want a schedule. That feels too rigid. I might just go to all the events and see what happens.”
Rose nods again, as the Spy, you get to choose how you want to play the game. Then she looks around, speaking her next words clearly; “A reminder to everyone that as Spy, Y/N gets first dibs this week, but try not to be too suspicious or make it obvious, please.”
“Who are you considering though?” one of your friends asks. “Outside of the four from last year.”
“Uh…” You’d kind of forgotten that you’d need to - at the very least - add one more person to your roster, and that would be going off the assumption that you’re going to have a 100% success rate with your usual four.
“For top rated lays in NCT we have Johnny, Jaehyun and Yuta,” Rose points out, and your eyes go to their notes.
Yuta : rated PORN - not messing around but not for beginners 10/10
Johnny : BIG DICK AND FUCKS 10/10 - Last Year’s V Week Spy
Jaehyun : birthday boy sex god 10/10
Mark : you gotta try him 10/10
“I know you don’t want to end up on the Evaluation list yourself- and John will probably be safe,” Rose muses, “no one has ever been Spy two years in a row.”
“That’s true,” you cock your head, continuing to look at the board. Mark and his 10/10 score stare up at you. He hates the idea of being on the V Week List presented at the Valentine’s day Party, and managed to avoid it last year like you did… only to have his info still written up in secrecy.
You’d told Mark about the evaluation board your sorority had made, and he’d been fine with it, because, as he pointed out, it’s something you made while at a slumber party. It wasn’t a list made to be presented to an entire room full of people like the V Week lists, which always reveal some form of hierarchy in terms of skills, and can be awfully biased.
Even though Mark had scored a 10/10 from all three of the sorority sisters he’d slept with last year, your best friend is simply not the kind of person who wants his capabilities broadcasted, especially when it might put down one of his guy friends who could potentially score lower than him.
A brunette near you tosses out a suggestion, “Would Mark work?”
“No,” you say immediately. “He’s just my friend.”
“Perfect! So you won’t be hogging him at the luncheon tomorrow.”
You laugh. It’s hilarious to you that your sweet, soft, clumsy best friend is like catnip to sorority girls.
“How about Jaehyun?” someone else asks.
You’ve never been put on the spot like this in front of your whole sorority, but you suppose you shouldn’t be shocked that not everyone knows your dating history and preferences.
You’ve always considered yourself a bit of a baby. You’d allowed a man to try to dom you, and he’d royally messed up, coming in with all the looks of a good, mature dom daddy, but none of the follow through. You crave being taken care of, of having an older guy who treats you like his world and destroys your pussy for extra measure-
With all this in mind, you’re extremely interested in Jaehyun. He’s everything you’ve been looking for.
He’s been nothing but kind and gentle from the few interactions with him that you’ve had.
He’s smart, majoring in both forestry and international relations.
He’s obviously a dom- watching him interact with anyone for five minutes would clue you into that-
You’re reminded, as you constantly are, of something Rose says every year: “An unofficial sorority rule of thumb is, during V Week, don’t sleep with someone you have feelings for, or someone that could potentially have big feelings for you, because it never ends well.”
You know how easy it would be to catch feelings for Jeong Jaehyun, which is why you keep your distance. And you know you have a weak spot for doms, so during V Week, you mostly go for men you’d consider ‘non threats’, meaning, they simply don’t have the aggressive dom energy that you know you’d become whipped for.
It keeps this whole thing ‘safe’.
No need to worry about strings suddenly being attached when you’re careful to remove any and all possible strings to begin with.
Final Scoreboard for Saturday, Feb 7th
Boys team: 1
8/10 Yeji Kim
Girls team: 0
Feb 8, Sunday : six days until V day
“Fuck off!” Yuta groans, dodging Haechan for the third time since entering the communal bathroom to adjust his hair in the mirror before V Week’s kick starter luncheon.
“But I just want one of them!” Haechan groans loudly, and when he lurches at Yuta again, Yuta’s ability to sidestep sends Haechan barrelling into Jaehyun, who has been doing his best to mind his own business while also fixing his hair, albeit for different reasons than his friends.
“Yuta!” a new voice sounds from the hallway outside.
“Now what?” The man from Japan sighs as the door to the bathroom is thrown open and Doyoung barges in, skin red with anger.
“Did you seriously post this on your snapchat!?” Doyoung yells, thrusting his phone at Yuta’s face to present the picture in question.
The screen displays the same photo Haechan had been going on about when he’d arrived in the bathroom just minutes before Doyoung. It’s an image of Yuta’s extensive sex toy collection with the caption ‘the fuck doctor is in. Door will be unlocked 24/7 for V Week ;)’
“Correct,” Yuta nods, “I did post that on my snapchat.”
Doyoung’s jaw drops and he blinks, flabbergasted at the open, unabashed response. “So- so you just tell everyone that your door is unlocked-”
“It’s V Week,” Yuta shrugs.
Doyoung is completely exacerbated now, shoving his phone back into his pocket as he screams, “You have a roommate!”
This is a fact that many, many of the frat members tend to forget about during V Week.
“I know.” Yuta nods. “And I just spent three months setting Taeil up with a girlfriend, with the agreement that if I was successful, I could have the room for the whole week.”
“I can’t believe you.” Doyoung hides his face behind his hands, slumping back against the bathroom wall in defeat.
“It’s not my fault your roommate won’t get you a girlfriend as a bribe to use the room for V Week.” Yuta says simply.
“This whole thing is crazy!” Doyoung throws his hands up into the air, standing straight again, eyes wide and as wild as ever. “This whole game- you just made it easy for the sorority spy to use you as one of her five evaluations!”
“I hope she does, whoever it is.” Yuta grins, getting some water onto his hands so he can run his fingers through his snow white, bleached anime hair. “I have a new toy that I’ve been saving just for V Week.”
“It doesn’t even make sense that you can use toys!” Doyoung says loudly, eyes darting to Jaehyun and Haechan as if he’s looking for support on the matter. “Of course you’ll score higher if you use a vibrator-”
“Which is why,” Haechan steps close to Yuta again, pouting out his lip just slightly, “I just want one of your special vibrators from Japan. I’ll even take the one with a chord. You don’t need the cord free and the cord attached-”
“I told you no,” Yuta states.
“But-”
“Are either of you even going to try to figure out who the sorority spy is?” Doyoung asks.
Everyone laughs.
Jaehyun is done with his hair, and he turns away from the mirror, leaning his back against the wall so he can watch his friends talk.
“I don’t understand why we play this stupid game every year, if every year no one even bothers to find the spy!” Doyoung says, a line Jaehyun has heard come out of his mouth a few times now over the years. “If we know the sorority Spy has to evaluate five of us, we could just all hold out and find which sorority girl is the most needy, shut her out, and we could win V Week!”
“You’re missing the entire point of the game,” Haechan scoffs. “You don’t win by finding the spy. You win by getting as much pussy as possible.”
“But they could be evaluating you-”
“It’s only something to worry about if you’re not confident in your abilities.” Haechan, aka Hyuck, the young, notorious V Week contender crosses his arms over his chest, cocking a brow. “Are you confident in your abilities, Doyoung?”
The man in question scoffs, making a face, then he looks at Jaehyun and Yuta, who are waiting for a response as well- and he cracks, shaking his head, “you know what?” He turns to leave the bathroom, “I hope you all get chlamydia.”
“Mark!” You grab onto your friend’s hand, offering a small apology to his ‘Big’, Johnny, before you dart away with your frat bestie in tow.
It’s a nice day, considering the fact that it’s February, and the luncheon is taking place behind the NCT frat, where there’s ample greenspace. Frat boys and sorority girls are scattered across the lawn talking, some are eating by a makeshift buffet table, and others are playing outdoor games like bean bag toss.
It’s not hard to get Mark alone, standing off to the side of the green space, and the moment you do, you both start talking.
“Can you believe our houses got matched again?” he asks, repeating the words he’d said to you last night when you called him briefly before going to sleep. “I honestly can’t stop thinking about the odds-”
“The odds-” you nod, mind shifting to what the odds had been for your name being pulled as Spy. “Mark?”
“Yeah?” He furrows his brows to show you he’s paying extra attention, having noted your tone change.
“You’re my best friend, right?”
“Yeah?”
“Last year… you warned me about Johnny being the spy so I wouldn’t ‘fall into his trap’ and get rated on the V Week Evaluation List, so this year- well-”
“I can’t tell you who it is again,” Mark interjects, rubbing the back of his neck anxiously, “so please don’t ask me to.”
“I wasn’t-” you frown, “I was going to tell you that this year,” you lean in closer to him, lowering your voice, “I’m the spy.”
“Oh,” he says, expression deepening. “Oh!” His eyes widen. “Oh? So- so what’s your plan?- Holy shit- you?”
“Keep your voice down!” you urge, casting a quick glance around to make sure no one can overhear you both.
“Look,” Mark swallows thickly, “I can’t tell you who NCT’s spy is like I did last time, but I can tell you- if you don’t go older than you slept with last year, you won’t end up on V Week Evaluation, okay?”
You study your best friend, wheels turning in your mind. “Okay, so I can go for the four I did last year, and then I just need one more- but who is younger than Jungwoo?”
“Other than Hyuck, Yang Yang and Jeno?”
“Yeah.”
“Well,” Mark cocks his head, thinking about it. “Right under him in age, technically, is Lucas, but we both know you can’t really go for him because he thinks he’s in love with you.”
“He doesn’t even know me,” you sigh.
“I’ve tried telling him that,” Mark nods. “Honestly, looking at who’s left- most of them are people you’re friends with. I know you don’t want to sleep with Jaemin, Chenle, Renjun or Jisung- there’s Hendery and Xiaojun but they’re not your type either- Shotaro and Sungchan are new so maybe one of them-”
You shake your head.
“Why did you put your name in the hat if you only want to sleep with four people?” Mark laughs.
“Because I didn't think I would be pulled!”
“But why put your name in the hat in the first place?”
“Because-” you sigh, “because I'm a whore.”
Your friend laughs again. “You literally spend all your time studying for school and hanging out with friends, V Week was the one week last year where you actually let loose a little because of the no strings thing-”
“The no strings thing is good because I know I'm not going to leave someone desperately in love with me after a night that, to me, is just fun.”
“Right, because every man that sleeps with you becomes desperately in love with you.” Mark rolls his eyes.
“Lucas did!” you insist. “And all it took was sitting on his lap for a five minute car ride to the football game because there were no extra seats!”
Mark smiles fondly at you. “For someone who doesn’t live the fuck boy lifestyle of actually getting laid frequently, you sure do sound an awful lot like the fuck boys you spend V Week with.”
“And that’s why I like Hyuck and Yang Yang,” you point out, “because I know they feel the same way I do about V Week: completely no strings attached. Jeno and Jungwoo work because they also understand the no strings, they’re more romantic in many ways, but I know it’s because that’s who they are, not because they’re trying to build something with me- does that make sense?”
“It does.” Mark nods. “V Week is the one week a year that Frats and Sororities truly get to just be horny for the sake of being horny. Now if only people didn’t stay single all year just for V Week-”
“It’s not as easy for some of us to just find a significant other, Mark Lee,” you remind him whilst jabbing a finger at his chest. He’s never had any trouble finding a date or a girlfriend.
“Well maybe if you actually came to frat parties throughout the year with more frequency, and tried to talk to more people - other than just showing up during V Week - you’d have some success.”
“But- but then I’d have to-”
“Be vulnerable,” Mark sighs. “I know how much you hate that.”
While you’ve been talking, more people have been arriving onto the greenspace, and a group of three of your sorority sisters have been eying Mark for over two minutes. You’re kind of grateful when one finally pulls away from her trio to approach you and Mark, happy that your friend will be in good hands.
The girl who comes to chat with Mark is the brunette who had asked you about him last night, and after a brief bit of smalltalk, you excuse yourself, allowing Mark to get his V Week started, while you go out on the prowl for your own.
Jungwoo is always easy to spot, as is his tall roommate, and it’s Jaehyun who makes you wonder if heading over to chat is a good idea.
He makes you so nervous sometimes-
People who are pretty - in the way that Jeong Jaehyun is - are always intimidating, but to approach both him and Jungwoo during V Week-
For a moment you consider what a threesome might be like, only to drag yourself away from the image. You can’t afford to think like that- you can’t afford to consider Jaehyun this week, for so many reasons.
You decide to head to the buffet table to grab a drink, and you’re pouring fruit punch into a red cup when someone comes to stand next to you.
“Is the punch any good?” Jaehyun asks, voice smooth, nonchalant.
“Let me check,” you respond, taking a quick sip. The taste of alcohol washes over your tongue and you crinkle your nose slightly. “I think maybe a few too many people decided to spike this- you can’t taste the fruit punch at all.”
The man next to you chuckles. “Do you want your drink? Or should I take care of it for you?”
“It’s all yours.” You hold the cup out for Jaehyun, and you fight the shiver that runs up your spine when his fingers briefly ghost past yours.
The gorgeous man takes a gulp of the drink, and you search your brain for something to say to him- but he’s so pretty when he wipes his hand across the back of his mouth-
Then he’s speaking, and you tear your gaze from his mouth, forcing it up to meet his eyes. “What are you up to this week?”
You stare at him, mind drawing a blank yet again- is he asking you specifically about V Week plans? V Week is always kind of odd for interactions, everyone sussing each other out- You and Jaehyun are both obviously participating this week, and while some people go about V Week by creating a calendar that they fill in with names of people they want to fuck, you don’t think Jaehyun’s the type to do that-
“Other than V Week, I mean.” Jaehyun clarifies, running a hand through his fluffy, brown hair and offering you a shy smile, his dimples all pretty and on display-
“Well,” you avert your eyes and let out a sigh of relief- you can definitely talk about your school schedule. “I have a project for my photography class, and I was thinking of going into the forest tomorrow to see what the light is like in the trees.”
“Oh yeah?” Jaehyun smiles. “Any particular trails?”
“Honestly, I’m ashamed to say I haven’t even looked at the trail map-” you pause, “wait, you’re in forestry right?”
He nods, taking another sip of his drink, eying you over the rim.
“So you’ve been in the forest?”
This time he lets out a small chuckle, then an “uh huh.”
“Well then you must know some good trails!”
“It depends on what you’re looking to photograph,” Jaehyun tells you. “For just trees, you could do ElderGrove Trail, it will take you to some of the oldest deciduous’s in the forest. But-” he flashes you a soft smile, “if you wanted some pretty water pictures, there’s Pineview- or if rock faces are what you’re interested in-”
“It’s me! I’m the spy!” someone screams loudly, and you can’t help but pull your attention away from Jaehyun to focus on Haechan, who has come running out of the frat house in a green combat outfit, a large, automatic airsoft gun in his hands.
“Oh no-” you whisper, but it’s too late, Haechan does exactly what you feared he would do: he begins shooting his friends.
He gets Johnny first, and you watch the massive man jolt from the impact of the small plastic pellet hitting his back.
Then Haechan goes for Yuta, screaming; “Keep your Japanese vibrators, everyone here knows I don’t need them!” before he shoots the white haired man in the arm.
The cherry on the top of the pie, however, is when Haechan shoots Doyoung, who you’re honestly kind of shocked to see flirting with one of your friends- but the moment the pellet hits Doyoung - in the neck of all places - the elder man throws his red cup onto the ground and takes off after Haechan.
You watch the two of them head back into the frat house, your part time fuck buddy laughing maniacally the whole way, before turing to Jaehyun again. “So he’s the spy this year, huh?” you ask jokingly.
Jaehyun lets out a sigh. “Kid just wanted an excuse to bring his favorite toy outside to play with.”
You detect a hint of malice in his tone, but then Jaehyun lets out another breath, and the happy smile returns a moment later, along with a nice floofing of his hair with a pretty, ring clad hand.
“Thank you for the suggestions on trails, by the way,” you say, remembering what you’d been talking about before Haechan had captured your attention.
“Don’t mention it.”
You turn and look to the frat again. “I should probably go make sure Doyoung hasn’t killed him- but, I’ll see you around?”
Jaehyun nods, putting his hands into the pockets of his dress pants.
It’s hard to leave him, but you have a job to do, and it’s Haechan.
You head into the frat house through the side door Doyoung and Haechan had entered, and you follow a short hallway to the living room just beyond.
The first thing you see when you step into the space is Haechan- and then your eyes find Doyoung. He’s pinned under the younger man, who is seated on Doyoung’s chest, using his legs to pin Doyoung’s arms at his sides.
“Look, I said I was sorry!” Haechan states, and it only proves to enrage Doyoung even more.
“Then get off of me!” the pinned man bellows, thrashing wildly.
“Say you’re sorry for breaking my airsoft gun.”
“No.”
Haechan crosses his arms over his chest. “Then I'm not getting off of you.”
“How’s the spy supposed to shoot if you broke his gun?” you ask, voice obviously shocking the two men, who practically jump before their wild eyes lock onto you.
“He’s not the-” Doyoung begins, only to be cut off by Haechan.
“This spy always keeps a spare baby, if you want to be shot full of my load, you just gotta ask.”
Doyoung groans loudly and starts writhing beneath Haechan, who is more than happy to stand up, turning his full attention to you.
“So how about it, gorgeous? Gonna let me fill you up?”
“Oh my god!” Doyoung screeches, standing up in record speed and throwing his hands over his ears while running from the living room.
“I’ll let you fill me up,” you say quietly to Haechan, grabbing him by his belt and pulling him closer, “but stop talking about being the spy, we both know I'm not here to be evaluated,” but you are.
“I'm not the spy, but that’s a good thing, because that means I get to have you two years in a row,” Haechan grins, a hand reaching up, fingers wrapping around your neck and lower jaw while his thumb strokes your skin.
“You’re a lucky guy.”
“Meh, I'm average, but I'm about to get lucky.”
“Then let’s not keep you waiting,” you practically pur, meeting his gaze with the best bedroom eyes you can muster.
Haechan kisses you suddenly, fingers tightening around your neck while his soft lips press against your own. He takes your breath away- but he pulls back too soon.
The man’s hands find your hips, and he turns your body around, applying pressure to your back that sends you forward, towards the stairs leading to the second floor where his room is.
“So how do you want it this year, little girl?”
“Not like that,” you answer immediately.
“No?” A pat to your ass makes your skin tingle, “are you sure you don’t want to be daddy’s little girl this year?”
“Completely.”
“So… should I be mommy’s little boy?”
“Haechan-” you groan, stopping on the first landing of the stairs to turn and look down at the frat guy you’ve chosen to be the first of five V Week fucks.
“Yeah, I know,” he follows you up the step, and now you have to lift your eyes to meet his, “I’m just playing with you.” His hands find the wall on either side of your head and he closes you in. “Trust me kitten, I know I scored a 10 last year, but this year I'm going for even higher.”
“What makes you think I'm the spy?” you ask, feeling your skin flush with heat at how close he is to you, and how pretty his soft brown eyes are-
“I don’t think you’re the spy,” he clarifies, leaning in and bringing his lips to your ear, breath fanning over your skin and earning goosebumps, “but, I might as well blow your brains out right?” He presses a kiss to your throat, tongue darting out to taste your skin-
You duck under Haechan’s arm, lurching up the stairs and leaving him dumbfounded- but a moment later, you hear him barrelling after you, heavy footfalls muffled by the shitty, stained, carpet flooring of the stairwell.
You reach Haechan’s room, beginning to open the door- and that’s when he catches you, body slamming into your back with enough force to send you both stumbling into the space beyond.
Your foot catches on a piece of the carpet that’s lifted from a time when Haechan’s roommate, your best friend, had dropped his first joint on the area and in his high haste to fix the problem- had made it irreparably damaged. This isn’t the first time you’ve tripped on this spot, nor will it be the last, and you brace your fall with adept hands, quickly rolling onto your back to look up at Haechan, who’s grabbed onto the door to steady himself and is now gazing down at you with hungry eyes.
He shuts the door quickly. “I’m tempted to not lock this, and let Mark walk in on us-” Haechan tells you, eyes moving up and down your form, then his skilled fingers flick the lock in place, “better not- if this is the one night of the year I get to fuck you, I’m not sharing.”
Haechan’s on top of you a moment later, lips attacking yours while he adjusts one of your legs on his hip, grinding down against you.
You’d worn a dress to the luncheon, as many of your sorority sisters had, and it makes Haechan’s access to your pussy incredibly easy- within seconds he’s shoving a hand down your panties, fingers dragging across your slit to collect your wetness before he rubs at your clit.
“So fucking wet already,” Haechan growls, turning his kisses to your neck.
You let out a groan, closing your eyes and enjoying the sensation of one of his digits entering you, only to pull out and reenter you doubled, crooking up expertly. “There, right?” Haechan smirks against your neck when you let out a whine- he’s always able to find your G spot in record time-
“How fast do you think I can make you cum?” Haechan asks, and you don’t even get to answer because he smashes his lips to yours and picks up the pace with his fingers, tearing an orgasm out of you in - as always - record time.
“Fuck- that was so hot-” Haechan groans when he pulls his digits out of your core, sitting up on his knees and licking his fingers clean, “and you taste so good-”
You grab at Haechan’s belt, undoing it, and he laughs, removing his shirt. “Eager to get me naked huh?” he teases.
“You promised to fill me up-”
“And I will,” Haechan tuts, knocking your hands away just as you’re about to pull his pants down, “but not until I make you cum again, on my tongue this time.”
“Haechan-” you whine, reaching for his cock again, squeezing it through his pants before he’s able to stop you.
He lets out a groan, but still pushes your hands away for a second time. “Nothing’s going to stop me from having my dinner-” he tells you, pushing your knees open, gazing down at your panties, which are still covering your core, and sticking to you uncomfortably.
“So what are you waiting for?”
“Deciding if I should unwrap my pretty little present or not.”
“It’s V Week, not Christmas Haechan,” you laugh.
“You’re right, it’s V Week, which is like seven Christmases,” Haechan agrees. “I want present now.”
He gets on the floor between your legs, dragging you across the carpet towards his awaiting mouth, and you giggle at the slight burn of the fabric against your ass. But the laughter turns into a moan when he presses his tongue against your panties, hot breath teasing you without the actual pay off-
You grip Haechan’s hair, resting your head against the floor and looking up at the ceiling- only to notice “A mirror?!” you ask in shock, Mark had definitely not mentioned this-
“Installed it this morning,” Haechan says, hooking a finger in your panties and dragging them to the side, tongue flicking at your clit once, twice- “when I’m done with you here, I’ll take you to the bed, which is directly below the new mirror, and you can see how much fun it is.”
“Right- because i definitely want a view of-” you groan when his tongue pushes into your heat, “a view of your ass while you fuck me-”
“Everyone wants a view of my ass,” Haechan nips at your inner thigh, “but the view i was talking about-” another sloppy kiss to your skin, breath fanning over your pussy when he switches from one leg to the other, “is the one where you ride me, and then your tits will looks so fucking good-”
He groans, diving into your entrance again with his tongue, licking and sucking on your clit like his life depends on it.
You begin to feel your orgasm rise again, and let out a contented sigh, “what a great way to kick off V Week.”
Haechan laughs against your pussy, pulling his mouth away from you to allow two fingers to slip into your core again, “baby, I kicked mine off last night.”
“Fucking menace,” you giggle, only to have a moan tumble past your lips when Haechan adjusts the speed and angle of his digits, your grip on his hair tightening.
“I gotta be sharp for the spy,” he tells you, pressing a kiss to your clit, “gotta get that number one spot.” Then he suctions his lips around your sensitive nub, pulling it into his mouth and flicking at it with a deft tongue that has you cumming around his fingers for a second time.
‘Maybe I'm being hasty,’ you think to yourself as Haechan works you through the toe curling orgasm, ‘but if you keep this shit up, Hyuck, you’ll be number one for sure.’
Final scoreboard for Sunday, Feb 8th
Boys team: 2
8/10 Kim Yeji
9/10 Park Hajoon
Girls team: 1
9/10 Lee Donghyuck
Feb 9, Monday : Five days until V day
While Jaehyun walks home after classes, he finds himself wishing he’d manned up at the Luncheon and offered to give you some company on your forest walk. All day, it’s been on his mind- you’ve been on his mind.
The forestry major knows he probably shouldn’t have talked to you yesterday- he’s toeing the line as it is, chatting with you during V Week- but you’re hardly around otherwise, so what’s he supposed to do? Not take advantage of the one week he knows you’ll be frequenting the frat?
It’s a catch 22 for the man who has been crushing on you officially since the Halloween Party last year, where you’d shown up to be Thing 2 to Mark’s Thing 1. It had been so endearing- Jaehyun was used to girls using Halloween as an excuse to dress in cute lingerie and purr at him, but you didn’t even pay him the time of day. You’d been so preoccupied with Mark, who had been as drunk as Jaehyun had ever seen him, and Jaehyun would be lying if he said he hadn’t known - the moment you stopped a fight between Haechan and Mark over spilt ‘Purple Drank’ on their bedroom’s carpet floor - that he wanted you to be his. He’d wanted you long before this too, but something had solidified it for him that Halloween night-
And he’d intended to make it happen the next time you came to a frat party- only to find himself waiting 2 months before you showed your face again. And just like the first time, he’d never managed to get you alone.
It always seems to be that way- you come around the Frat house so rarely, that whenever you do, Jaehyun always has to practically fight off other men for your attention.
The slight possibility of bumping into you on the trails and getting you alone is what spurs Jaehyun on, and he finds himself walking right past his home, following the street until he reaches the tree line of the forest that surrounds your university on two sides.
He knows he’s probably being crazy thinking he’ll bump into you- but when he reaches the trailhead, and his body lets out a sigh of relief, Jaehyun realizes that even if he doesn’t see you, being surrounded by trees, standing like sentinels, gives him a much needed sense of relief.
His mind quiets when he enters the forest, and he allows the sounds to engulf him. A bird sings loudly somewhere on his right, and a snapping of twigs above him leads to Jaehyun watching two squirrels chase each other for a short time while he treks along the path.
So consumed in the beauty of the trees, Jaehyun almost doesn’t even notice you when he walks past you- and to his credit, you are kneeling off the side of the trail, camera in hand-
He stops in his tracks, frozen, heart lurching up to his throat- he can’t believe he’s found you.
Out of all the trails in the forest- and you’re here.
Jaehyun’s never been a superstitious man, but having found you like this feels like an act of fate, and his skin tingles with excitement, a smile appearing on his face while he watches you.
A minute has passed and Jaehyun’s still watching you silently- he’d been planning to wait for you to turn and see him, but waiting for this length of time has started to make him feel more anxious, so he asks, in a soft voice; “See something interesting?”
Your body jolts with surprise, head whipping around, and your wide eyes find his-
The frat boy watches the relief and recognition flood your features, and you even let out a sigh before flashing a shaky smile. “Yeah, these little mushrooms.” You look down again, and Jaehyun takes this as an invitation to get closer, stepping off the trail and over a log to join you where you’re crouched.
The scientific name of the mushroom leaves Jaehyun’s lips before he can help himself, and he quickly adjusts to the commonplace term, kicking himself for defaulting to genus and species like the forestry nerd he is- he tries to hide this side of himself from girls whenever he can, as one of his ex’s had mentioned she’d found his naming of things to be ‘tedious’- but then again, he hadn’t found her english major need for a Prince Charming who lacked any faults to be that wonderful either.
“You know your mushrooms,” you say, and when you stand up, smiling at Jaehyun, and this time, it’s not shame that fills his chest, it’s pride.
He swallows thickly, playing with the strap of his backpack. “I didn’t think I'd run into you out here,” he admits, which is true, he’d thought the probability to be low, he’d only wished to find you- it’s not his fault his wish had been granted.
“Really?” You cock an eyebrow at him, and your continued smile is making Jaehyun’s heart race even harder. “Because I did tell you yesterday that I'd be here- are you sure this isn’t a V Week ploy? Are you sure you’re not the spy? Because you’re acting pretty spy-like.”
Jaehyun’s heart lurches, and an anxious half chuckle tumbles from his lips, then; “you think I’d try to seduce you in the middle of a forest? I know we call them beds of moss, but trust me, it’s pretty hard to find a place out here that’s actually comfortable.”
“I’ll take your word on it,” you tell him. “Do you want some company on your hike?”
You steal the words right out of his mouth, and before he knows it, Jaehyun finds himself walking shoulder to shoulder with you through some of the prettiest trees in the forest, facts about trees spilling from his lips, and you spur him on with questions and sounds of affirmation and wonder.
With your camera in hand, you seem eager to know everything you can about all the things you’re photographing, and Jaehyun is more than willing to share with you all the details he can-
But when Jaehyun finds himself to be the subject of a few of your pictures, he suddenly falls extremely short on description, skin heating while he averts his eyes.
“Why are you taking pictures of me?” Jaehyun asks, pressing his thumb nail into a leaf he’d picked up earlier and watching the dark crescent outline it leaves in its wake. “I thought you had a project to do.”
“Who says I'm not doing my project right now?” you respond, and now the heat has reached his ears, turning them red with embarrassment.
“I can’t be your project,” Jaehyun tells you, shaking his head and running a hand through his hair before he continues up the trail, “not when there are so many other nice things to focus on.”
“Are you the photographer Mister Jeong Jaehyun?”
He’s never heard his full name on your lips before, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy it. He wonders if you like the taste of it- wonders if you’d like the taste of him-
“I guess not,” Jaehyun admits, turning to look at you. “Can I see the pictures?”
“Nope,” you smile up at him, and Jaehyun can’t even find it within himself to argue with you- he thinks maybe he’ll never be able to, why would he even bother when he can give you everything you want instead?
After your forest walk with Jaehyun, the two of you end up at his frat house for V Week festivities, and when you enter the living space, the first Fifty Shades of Gray movie has just started.
“Have you seen these before?” Jaehyun asks, the two of you hanging back to assess the scene in front of you.
“No,” you tell him, eying the people who are already strewn about the couches. “I didn’t bother to come for these last year.”
“Yeah, I know,” Jaehyun says, and before you can question him, he continues, “I need to go find Johnny. It’s his birthday today, and we’re throwing a small party here- I need to go get ready with the birthday bitch,” the term is surprising coming from Jaehyun’s mouth, however there’s a fondness in his eyes when you look at him, “but you should come by later.”
“I have an early class tomorrow morning, and, to be honest,” you offer him a small smile, “I don't think I'm even going to stay long for this movie. But you should definitely go have fun with Johnny, and thank you for showing me around the forest today.”
“It was my pleasure.” Jaehyun returns your smile, and after a moment of staring into each other’s eyes, Jaehyun tears his gaze away, looking instead towards the stairs. “Have fun with your movie if you decide to stay, and the invite to the party is still on the table, just text me and i’ll let you into the house.”
Then he heads up the stairs two at a time; and every step that carries him farther away from you makes you a little sadder.
‘Pull yourself together!’ you think, forcing your gaze to the living room again, where your eyes lock on the roommate of the man who’d just left you wanting- no, needing more.
You weave your way through the couches that are haphazardly pushed in front of the elevated tv to make V Week movie watching easier, and collapse next to Jungwoo, who smiles at you immediately.
“This is a surprise,” he says, throwing an arm over your shoulder to pull you close to his side, where he’s able to talk to you quietly without disrupting others. “How are you?”
“Good,” you sigh, cuddling against Jungwoo’s warm body. “Have I missed anything big in the movie yet?”
“Nope, it just started.”
“And I'm not stealing the spot of someone you’re expecting, right?”
“Of course not,” Jungwoo grins, turning his head so his lips brush over your ear when he says, “although, I am booked for the next two movie nights, so you’re lucky.”
“I’m the luckiest girl in the world,” you tease, thinking more so about your job as spy, but knowing Jungwoo wont piece that together, and instead will just receive a much needed ego boost.
“We are pretty lucky, aren’t we?” Jungwoo agrees.
You nod, sighing as you get more comfortable next to him. “And if you think about it,” you continue, putting a plan in motion, “we just get to go around all week and have fun- no pressure of being a spy and meeting quotas- if we wanted, we could just stay here and do this the whole movie.” You tighten your grip on him, resting your cheek against his shoulder- you do enjoy cuddling with Jungwoo.
“You know, I kind of feel bad for Spys at times, because we can relax like this- meanwhile they’re out there working and evaluating-” Jungwoo sighs, fingers moving up and down your arm, “but, we could definitely have some fun, if you want to.”
“Sounds good, I was definitely not planning on watching this whole movie,” you laugh, and Jungwoo nods in agreement. Then he stands, grabbing your hand and pulling you to your feet just like you’d watched Jaemin do to one of your sorority friends when you’d arrived earlier with Jaehyun.
You doubt anyone will be left in the living room by the time the movie is over, and within minutes, you find yourself being ushered into Jungwoo’s room with the promise that the lock on his door is one of the only ones in the frat that actually works.
Jaehyun is on the periphery of your mind, and you can’t help but look at his side of the room, taking in the textbooks piles on his desk and a stack of note cards-
“You okay?” Jungwoo presses his body behind yours, and you let out a shaky breath, enjoying how much bigger he is than you. Out of all the men you mess around with, Jungwoo is definitely the largest- which would often intimidate you, if it weren’t for the fact that Jungwoo is one of the sweetest men you know.
“I’m good, just wondering why you’re not kissing me yet,” you respond, turning to look at the tall man with a smile.
He returns the grin, bringing a hand up so he can pinch your chin between two fingers, eyes dipping to your lips before meeting your own. He leans in slowly, pressing the softest of kisses to your mouth while he releases your face in favor of wrapping you in an embrace that has you locked to his chest.
Your arms drape over his shoulders, and with one hand, you begin to play with his hair, tugging slightly, which prompts Jungwoo to kiss you harder. His mouth slants across your own, fingers slipping under your shirt to splay across the expanse of the small of your back, tugging you closer.
You grab at Jungwoo’s soft crew neck, tugging, and Jungwoo pulls away from your lips to remove the piece of clothing. As soon as he’s shirtless, you push at his chest, and Jungwoo relents to that unspoken command as well, falling back onto his bed, bouncing slightly before he settles with a smile, looking up at you with eyes full of adoration.
You step towards the bed and Jungwoo sits up, reaching forward. One large, warm hand finds the back of your left thigh, and he pulls it towards himself, making you fall onto the bed, knee landing next to his hip while you easily move to straddle him.
His pretty lips find your neck, and you run your fingers through his hair, adjusting the way you’re sitting on him so you can grind down on his cock, which is straining against blue denim.
Jungwoo’s hands are on your waist, and they slide up under your shirt, his fingers hooking in the back strap of your bra and tugging, his tongue licking a stripe across your collarbone.
You know how much Jungwoo loves your boobs, and you waste no time tugging your shirt off. Jungwoo lets out an appreciative groan, pressing his face into the swell of your breasts. His hands grab the straps on your shoulders, sliding them down while you undo the clasp behind you.
A moment later, the bra falls away, and your nipples pebble to the coolness of the room, only to have warm hands kneading the soft flesh of your breasts within an instant.
A sigh leaves your lips and you let your head loll back, enjoying the feeling of Jungwoo’s lips wrapping around one of your newly exposed, sensitive nubs. The man below you groans loudly, squeezing your other breast while he suctions his mouth on his focus, tongue flicking at you before his teeth graze your skin.
Your hands find Jungwoo’s pretty blonde hair, lacing through the soft strands to anchor yourself while you rut your hips, dragging your core across his still confined length.
“Fuck,” Jungwoo sighs softly, and you laugh- the frat boy hardly swears, and whenever he does, it’s usually in the smallest voice- “Are you going to ride me?” he asks sweetly, pulling away from your breasts in favor of grabbing your waist, dragging you across his lap again while looking up at you with lust filled eyes and a plump lip bitten between his teeth.
How could you refuse him?
You press your hands to his shoulders, pushing the man sometimes referred to as ‘Zeus’, and he falls back immediately, giving you complete control. His blonde hair is splayed across the white duvet, and he has the laziest smile on his lips, the sunlight illuminating him just so-
Sometimes you think Jungwoo could be the man for you… but your bed doesn’t have room for two pillow princesses, even if you’re only part time.
Frat boy treasure trails can be a hit or a miss, but Jungwoo’s is usually kind of glorious- however, when you hover over Jungwoo’s middle to grab the button of his jeans and look down, you find that it’s blonde- and you stop in your tracks.
“Did you bleach and dye your pubes too, Jungwoo?” you laugh, looking up at him with an amused expression.
“Ten said I should! I'm going to The V Eve Party as Cupid this year,” he explains, and you go back to your work. “It matches my hair-” his hand cups under your jaw, applying the tiniest of pressures that makes you look up at him again- “and it’s sexy, right?”
You don’t even care that you’re supposed to be evaluating him and having Jungwoo work for it- as you pull his thick length out of his tight blue jeans, you decide you’re going to give him this one for free.
Final Scoreboard for Monday, Feb 9th
Boy’s team: 4
8/10 Kim Yeji
9/10 Park Hajoon
9/10 Yang Jiho
8/10 Cho Nari
Girl’s team: 2
9/10 Lee Donghyuck
9/10 Kim Jungwoo
Feb 10, Tuesday : Four days until V day
Jaehyun comes downstairs to find the living room already half full. The second 50 Shades film isn’t on yet, and so far, people are just chatting and drinking, passing red solo cups around and casting glances at each other.
A number of eyes keep moving to you, and Jaehyun wonders if Jeno and Renjun know how obvious they’re being about their interest- but from the way you’re so engrossed in chatting with Mark, Jaehyun knows this isn’t a situation he really needs to worry about.
Despite being one of the more mild mannered men in the room, Mark still holds a lot of respect. Everyone knows you’re his best friend, and people have given wide berth, even leaving a space open next to you on the couch that Jaehyun is more than willing to take.
“Are you two staying for the whole movie?” Jaehyun asks once he’s seated.
“No,” Mark says immediately.
You let out a laugh. “I guess he’s not, but I think I might try to make it through at least half of this. How about you? I’d have thought you’d have a hot date planned out or something? It is V week after all, and I know not everyone is like me and Mark.”
Jaehyun lets out a small chuckle, and the forestry major sits back, getting comfortable, then; “between us, I’m starting to think you and Mark have the right idea about this whole week.”
“Really?” You cock a brow in shock.
Jaehyun knows he has a reputation during V Week, especially since his birthday is on Valentines Day. And while he does often score frequently in the days leading up to one of the biggest frat parties of the year, Jaehyun is definitely more of a laid back kind of lover, preferring one or two fuck buddies who he respects, versus a hoard of one night stands.
Instead of getting into the details - instead of telling you that being near you has made him want to quit V Week all together and just ask you out - Jaehyun says, “it just gets tiring.”
And it’s the truth.
You’re just at the halfway mark through the V Week countdown, and wear and tear is becoming obvious, even within the room you’re currently in.
Jungwoo is passed out on a couch a few feet away, arms wrapped around the girl he’d promised to spend the night with, and with the looks of it, Jaehyun wonders if it’s even going to be important for him to find a place to kill an hour or two at all-
But just as there are those who have obviously been getting too much pussy- there are obvious signs of those who have not. Jaehyun’s gaze moves to Hendery and Xiaojun, who look jittery even while they have a girl between the two of them. Jaehyun would bet that by the end of the movie, she’ll be gone while the men remain.
The film starts, and Mark does his best to sit through it- but the poor man doesn’t last.
This is how, thirty minutes in, Jaehyun has you all to himself, and you even rest your head on his shoulder, which causes the love struck man to suck in a breath that he proceeds to hold for a good, long while.
A suggestive scene earns one or two gasps from the few people still watching- and Jaehyun is pretty sure someone is being fingered in the couch behind yours but refuses to turn and look- instead, he shifts ever so slightly, and you respond by rubbing your face into his shoulder and moving closer.
The forestry major’s heart leaps in his chest at the way you’re tucked against his body, and he sneaks a glance down at you, which is when he realizes you’re asleep.
A smile works its way onto Jaehyun’s lips, and a fondness unlike anything he’s ever felt blooms within him. He lets you sleep on his shoulder for the entirety of the move, and only once you’re the last two in the room does he wake you with an offer to walk you home.
He’s so pretty- even dressed in something as simple as jeans and a black hoodie, Jaehyun is one of the most handsome men you’ve ever seen. And it doesn't help that his his hair has been looking particularly floofy and tuggable lately-
“Thanks for walking me home,” you say, realizing you’ve been staring.
“I live five minutes away, don’t worry about it.” He smiles, turning to head down the front steps of your Sorority House.
“Oh- Jaehyun?” you call, hating to watch him leave-
He’s in front of you a moment later - “Yeah?” - and Jaehyun looks at you with eyes that make you melt.
“I know it’s not for a few days- but if I got you a birthday present, would you want it on Valentine’s Day? Or should I drop it off the night before during the V Eve Party?”
He falters slightly, licking his lips. “I mean, it depends on the gift.”
You look up at the man who has walked you home- the man you’ve had a crush on for over a year- and you’re reminded of Mark’s warning about Spy week- you can’t invite Jaehyun in- not now-
“But also,” Jaehyun clears his throat, “you don’t have to get me anything.”
“I want to.”
“Then surprise me,” he grins.
You come up with another excuse to keep him with you, if only for a few minutes longer, and say, “By the way, the pictures we took in the forest- I didn’t get exactly what I wanted, so I'm thinking tomorrow after class I might go out again.”
“Do you want me to come with you?”
A small laugh leaves your lips, and you lean against the doorframe, watching him. “You’re really not taking V week seriously this year, are you?”
“What do you mean?” he matches your amused expression with one of his own.
“Every time we’re out in the woods- this is two days off of V week just to help me,” you point out, “and what you said earlier with Mark, about he and I having it right by participating less-”
“Maybe I just like you,” Jaehyun says smoothly, “and besides, it’s V Week, and a gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell.”
“Touche,” you smile. “Goodnight, Jaehyun.”
“See you tomorrow.”
Final Scoreboard for Tuesday, Feb 10th
Boy’s team: 5
8/10 Kim Yeji
9/10 Park Hajoon
9/10 Yang Jiho
8/10 Cho Nari
7/10 Han Rose
Girl’s team: 2
9/10 Lee Donghyuck
9/10 Kim Jungwoo
Feb 11, Wednesday : Three days until V day
The final movie in the 50 Shades of Grey trilogy is just beginning to play when you and Jaehyun arrive back to the frat after a second outing of picture taking and getting to know each other over copious amounts of information sharing on forestry and photography.
“Are you staying to watch?” you ask, turning to look at Jaehyun.
He shakes his head. “Studying upstairs, I have a test on Friday morning to prepare for.”
“Funny, me too,” you laugh.
“Do you want to come study?” Jaehyun asks, and the sincerity in his offer makes you want to accept-
But you have a job to do.
You only have 2 of 5 evaluations done, and if you get another 1 tonight, that will leave 2 more to obtain over the next 2 days. While you’re technically allowed to score on Valentine’s day, anytime before the Evaluation List Reveal at midnight, it’s cutting it close- and you’re not in the mood for a threesome anytime soon.
“I think I’ll study tomorrow actually,” you tell him, “but I’ll see you at the V Eve Party on Friday.”
Jaehyun nods. “Good luck on your test.”
“Good luck on yours too.”
Watching him go doesn’t get easier, especially now that his hoodie is off, and the muscle shirt he’s wearing shows off strong shoulders-
“Hey.”
You turn to find your best friend standing next to you, and Mark pulls you with him to the kitchen.
“Mark?” you say his name in confusion, not used to your friend being hasty.
“Sorry, I-” Mark lets go of your hand. “Are you almost done your- uh-” he leans in and whispers: “quota?”
“Oh,” you stand closer, “I have two down, and I need three more-”
“Oh my gosh-” his eyes widen, “you might not make your quota-”
“And I have a test tomorrow that I have to study for-” you groan.
“So invite someone over tomorrow,” Mark says.
“What?”
“Invite someone. Anyone.”
“I can’t-” you shake your head, and then an idea pops into your head. “Mark, you could tell Jeno tomorrow that I'll be home- and he’d come, right?”
“You want me to help you get laid?” Mark laughs.
“Please?”
“You know this is asking me to help you with your Spy duties.”
“So you’re like- the girl’s Undercover Spy behind enemy lines, a man on the inside,” you tell him, grinning and poking his chest gently.
“Stop,” Mark’s ears are turning red, and he pushes your hand away. “Who are you going to go with right now, though?” He looks past you at the living room where people are still mingling and deciding on couch arrangements, and you mirror the motion, which is how your eyes lock onto YangYang.
The man in question winks at you, and you smile in response, breathing, “him,” to Mark before pushing off from the counter to go and flirt your way into another evaluation opportunity.
“Looking for a cuddle buddy?” YangYang smirks mischievously when you approach, motioning to the couch he’s perched on.
“Honestly, I didn’t watch the second movie yesterday,” you tell him, “so I’m not even sure if I want to bother with this one.”
YangYang nods. “Sounds good, I didn’t pay much attention yesterday either-” he stands up, stepping towards you, “but that’s okay, because I already have way too many ideas on what I want to do to you.”
“You do, huh?”
“Of course,” he gently takes your hand, looking into your eyes, “I mean, have you seen your body?”
You laugh, shaking your head at how lame frat boys sometimes are when it comes to seduction tactics.
“Let’s go to my room,” YangYang suggests, and you allow him to think that this entire situation is his idea, although you’d had a major part in orchestrating it.
YangYang has a few new tricks up his sleeve from last year, but the only difference you insist on is that when he finally cums, after working you up two times over, you don’t let him bite into your shoulder and mark you.
After all- what would you say to Jaehyun if he saw a hickey on your skin?
Jaehyun tries not to think about how dirty the frat bathroom must be as he showers away any residual fluids left on his skin from an intense study session and impromptu workout. His shower curtain sways, moved by the opening and closing of the bathroom door, signalling the entrance of some of the forestry major’s frat brothers, who are easily identified as YangYang and Jeno by the sound of their voices.
The two younger frat brothers are chatting about V Week, and Jaehyun listens in on the details while scrubbing the smell of floral perfume off his skin .
“I don’t think the spy could be Rose this year,” YangYang says, “but at the same time- why else would she have slept with you?”
“Hey!” Jaehyun hears the sound of a body hitting the wall, and guesses YangYang has earned a shove from Jeno for his mischief. “Rose likes me!”
“Sure she does.”
“Well maybe Y/N is the spy,” Jeno states, “or why would she have slept with you?”
“Y/N can’t be the spy, she’s too much like Mark,” comes an easy retort. “I doubt she even puts her name in the raffle. It’s not her. Y/N’s not the spy.” A pause, then, “even though she’s not the spy, it’s still nice to work hard for her during V Week.”
“Tell me about it,” Jeno sighs, “she let me fuck her last year, and I havent been able to stop thinking about her since- I wanted to talk to her during the fifty shades marathon two days ago but then Jaehyun sat next to her-”
“Bro,” YangYang interjects, “don’t even get me started on Jaehyun. I know he’s this notorious fuck boy, but there’s a reason why none of our hyungs have scored with Y/N-” a sink turns on and off and Jaehyun holds his breath waiting for revolutionary information to come his way, “you have to be intense, but not so much that she’s actually worried about your feelings, you know what I mean? It’s never going to be Y/N that catches feels first-”
“Maybe I'm coming on too strong-” Jeno voices Jaehyun’s fears.
“Only if you bring up the romantic shit,” YangYang clarifies, “for V Week, you just have to be direct with her- I invited her up to my room earlier and she had to leave as soon as we finished because she has a test to study for-”
“A test? For when?”
“Friday.”
“Fuck-” Jeno groans, “I bet she’s not even going to be at the frat tomorrow, then.”
“Probably not.”
And for the second time, Jeno voices the thoughts of the man still hidden behind a shower curtain, when he says; “Then I guess I have my work cut out for me.”
Final Scoreboard for Wednesday, Feb 11th
Boy’s team: 6
8/10 Kim Yeji
9/10 Park Hajoon
9/10 Yang Jiho
8/10 Cho Nari
7/10 Bin Ari
8/10 Chi Hwasa
Girl’s team: 3
9/10 Lee Donghyuck
9/10 Kim Jungwoo
7/10 Liu YangYang
Feb 12, Thursday : two days until V day
You’re just about to take a break from studying when a sharp sound makes your eyes dart to your window. A moment later, something hits the glass, creating the same sound that had drawn your attention in the first place, and you lurch into motion, running to go see what it is- only to find a man standing on the grass outside below.
“Jeno?”
“You have notifications off!” he calls, prompting you to pat your pocket for your phone, which you remove and use to confirm his observation.
“Sorry I missed all these,” your eyes scan the messages quickly, and you shake your head, “I’ll meet you at the front door and let you in.”
As you descend the stairs to the first floor, you let out a laugh- Mark had followed through with suggesting Jeno go to your place as a booty call, and the poor guy had been so determined, he’d thrown rocks at your window to get your attention when texts had failed-
This is too easy.
Jeno’s eyes are bright, and he can’t hide the excitement in his expression when you open the door for him. He’s dressed in a black hoodie and jeans, a baseball cap covering his hair and making him look very ‘boy next door’- an aesthetic you’re feeling particularly soft for today.
“So,” you lean against the doorway, smiling, “you really wanted to see me, huh?”
“Well I-” he swallows thickly, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand, “I haven't really had a chance to talk to you yet this week- and I know a bunch of the guys are going to be hitting on you tomorrow at the V Eve Party, and then on Valentine’s day, but then you didn’t come to the frat today-”
“I have a test to study for.”
“Yeah, Mark mentioned it’s tomorrow- how’s studying coming?”
“It’s alright, I was just taking a study break actually-”
“Oh yeah?” Jeno’s expression lights up. “How long do your breaks usually last?”
“It depends,” you say, the familiar words tasting foreign on your tongue as you open the front door wider.
“On what?” he asks as he steps past you.
“I think you know what,” you laugh, turning to face Jeno while you push the door closed.
His lips meet yours a moment later, hands cupping your face while he presses his body against yours, pinning you to the wall.
You have to admit, Jeno is a fabulous kisser, and soon you’re stifling a moan while grinding down on his thigh, which has been strategically placed between your own. “Bedroom?” you ask, tugging on Jeno’s hair to pull him away from where he’s licking at the sweet spot just under your ear.
He doesn’t even respond, simply bends down and lifts you up, bracing your back against one arm while his hands cup under your knees.
“So, what are you going to do to me?” you ask, toeing the line of submissivity- Jeno definitely has the power to be a dom, but his dry response of “whatever you want” reminds you that this young bull is lacking a very fundamental piece of the ideal dom puzzle: unwavering confidence.
Jeno doesn’t trust himself to make you feel good, which is endearing, and leads to him going above and beyond- making you cum on his tongue as soon as you’re in your bedroom, eyes focused on you the entire time- but you hate having to ask for everything- hate that Jeno wants to drag this out even after hearing you’re on a time crunch- you have to physically grab his cock to pull his attention off of rubbing at your g spot with his fingertips, and even once he’s inside of you, his pace prompts you to take over.
You ride Jeno until your thighs are burning from effort and the man below you is cumming, wrapping his arms around you and gasping against your neck while his hips rut up- triggering your own orgasm-
Ten minutes later, you watch Jeno lumber back across the lawn towards the frat village, and you decide that for your last V Week Fuck Quota, you need to fuck someone more dominant. You’re sick of playing around with boys who, while eager to please, will never really, fully, scratch the itch you’re so desperate to have scratched-
Now you just have to figure out who is safe- not only in terms of viable options who you know you won’t fall in love with, but in terms of who in the frat might be a Spy- regardless of any of your own behaviours this week, you’re still not intent on ending up on the V Week Evaluation Board, especially when it’s going to be presented on Jaehyun’s birthday.
Jaehyun walks past Mark when he enters the kitchen, heading to grab some cereal, and the Canadian starts conversation by saying, “Looks like we’ve both been kicked out of our rooms to let our roommates get laid, huh?”
“Hyuck kicked you out again?” Jaehyun laughs, opening the fridge to grab some milk.
“Of course he did,” Mark sighs. “He’s been kicking me out all week.”
“Does he at least offer to let you join first?” Jaehyun asks. “You know, when he shows up with whatever girl he’s fucking.”
“What? No!?” Mark is gaping at Jaehyun now. “Does Jungwoo offer that to you?!”
The forestry major simply smiles, pouring milk over his cereal, “What happens during V Week stays during V Week, Mark.”
Just then, the front door to the frat opens, and Jeno comes walking in. His baseball cap is backwards, and he adjusts it when his eyes land on his Hyungs, a smile spreading across his face while he runs a hand through messy hair. “What are you two doing here?”
“Haechan kicked me out,” Mark responds.
“And I’m having cereal,” Jaehyun motions with his bowl, “want some?”
Jeno shakes his head. “No, I need to go pass out. I'm exhausted.”
“From what?” Jaehyun asks, shoveling a spoonful of food into his mouth.
“Well,” Jeno casts a glance at Mark before returning his gaze to Jaehyun, “Mark told me Y/N was at home studying today- so I went over, and Mark-” his eyes go to the Canadian again, “I know she’s your best friend so you can’t go after her yourself- but fuck- thank you so much for telling me she’d be home-”
There’s a sour taste in Jaehyun’s mouth while he watches Jeno and Mark interact quickly before Jeno runs upstairs to have a nap, and the forestry major can’t help himself but ask, “What does Y/N even see in the people she sleeps with during V Week?” the moment he’s alone with Mark again.
His jealousy is obvious. Jaehyun doesn’t have the energy to hide it anymore, and his words have Mark on his feet in an instant. “I knew you had a thing for Y/N!” Mark bellows excitedly, eyes wide from what appears to be a pretty clear confession of interest-
“I get that Jungwoo and Haechan have reputations for V Week- but Jeno and YangYang?” Jaehyun continues, stirring his cereal aggressively with his spoon. “Have either of them ever actually had a date with a girl that didn’t involve them talking for an hour about video games?”
Mark is quiet for a moment, then he says, “I think you’re missing the point of V Week, Jaehyun. It’s not about who’s the best at dates-”
“Fine, yeah, you’re right, it’s not-” Jaehyun groans, frustrated that he wasn’t able to communicate his anger better- “but you’re telling me, Y/N looked at the whole roster of men in our frat house, and decided YangYang was a top choice?”
Another pause for deliberation.
“I think,” Mark sighs finally, “maybe there’s more to it that you’re not seeing.”
“Then enlighten me.” Jaehyun sets his cereal down, pressing his palms flat against the counter, leaning forward and watching Mark carefully.
“I just-” Mark breaks under the pressure of Jaehyun’s gaze, “she’s my friend. I can’t just spill her secrets. If you really want to know why she avoids older guys during V Week, you’ll have to ask her that yourself-” another sound of exasperation and conflict, then, “but I should let you know… I may have told her not to fuck anyone older than Jungwoo or risk landing on the V Week Evaluation List.”
“You what?” Jaehyun’s jaw drops.
“I know it’s the biggest rule to not tell other people who our spy is- but technically I didn’t tell her who the spy is, I just told her not to sleep with anyone older than Jungwoo- which really doesn’t actually make a huge difference in the grand scheme of things-” Mark rambles, but then recollects himself, taking a breath and crossing his arms over his chest. “Besides! She doesn’t want to be on the Evaluation List.”
Jaehyun really can’t fault Mark for looking out for a friend, he just wishes he’d known about this little age specific restriction earlier in the week, before he’d spent multiple nights wondering if maybe, just maybe the reason you’ve not propositioned him this week is because of the unofficial ‘emotional consideration’ rule that many houses in the greek system have some variation of.
He’d started hoping- praying really, that you feel the same way he does. That you’re waiting till the week is over to actually start a relationship - of any kind - with him-
Only for Jaehyun to have just found out that the reason you’re keeping distance is because you’re worried - and rightly so - that he could be the spy, based off of some stupid age specification Mark had given you-
Now Jaehyun really doesn’t know where he stands with you, and the thought makes his heart lurch uncomfortably in his chest. He takes a breath, then says, “I’m going upstairs.”
“But I thought Jungwoo was in your room with a girl?”
“He is.”
The Canadian gasps, “So Jungwoo really offers to let you join!?”
“I told you Mark,” Jaehyun sighs, “what happens during V Week stays during V Week.”
Final Scoreboard for Thursday, Feb 12th
Boy’s team: 8
8/10 Kim Yeji
9/10 Park Hajoon
9/10 Yang Jiho
8/10 Cho Nari
7/10 Bin Ari
8/10 Chi Hwasa
8/10 Hong Eunji
9/10 Song Hwasa
Girl’s team: 4
9/10 Lee Donghyuck
9/10 Kim Jungwoo
7/10 Liu YangYang
8/10 Lee Jeno
Feb 13, Friday : one day until V day
“You’re starting to look a little obvious-” Mark says quickly, nudging you with his shoulder.
You tear your gaze from the dance floor, where, admittedly, you had been intent on finding Guy # 5, and you frown. “It’s V Eve, Mark, I have to reach the quota tonight-”
“You could do it tomorrow.”
“That would be cutting it too close,” you remind him, feeling anxious enough already. The thought of fucking someone while you’re increasingly interested in Jaehyun is distressing enough as it is, let alone fucking someone else while on Jaehyun’s birthday- Valentine’s Day no less-
“Mark,” you whine, “would it be really bad if I slept with Jaehyun as my fifth quota?”
“It would be bad because you like him,” Mark tells you, “emotions and V Week don’t mix well, that’s what your sorority’s unofficial rule is, right?”
You groan, also realizing that evaluating Jaehyun would feel horrible-
It might be all fun and games with the other men you’ve slept with, but Mark’s right- that’s not how you’d feel about Jaehyun.
“Besides- Jaehyun hasn’t actually been flirting with me that much-” you mutter, “so he’s probably not interested anyways-”
“I don’t think-” Mark begins to say something, but then a loud, feminine squeal draws both of your eyes to the dancefloor, where a table has been pushed into the center. The whole crowd is dressed in whimsical, love themed V Eve costumes, but even you have to admit that the two girls dressed as golden cupids, who are standing on the table in the middle of the dance floor, are two of the prettiest girls you’ve ever seen-
And squished between them is a familiar, floofy haired, forestry major, dimples on full display while he practically glows with happiness-
“Yeah, Jaehyun definitely has better things to do tonight,” you state, tearing your gaze away in favor of returning to your initial task, which had been scanning the frat for viable options, before Mark had interrupted you.
You meet a pair of chocolate brown eyes, and Mark’s ‘Big’ winks.
You’re reminded of what your sorority sisters had said, that a Spy is never picked two years in a row- which makes Johnny the closest thing to a safe bet older than Jungwoo that you can find.
All it takes is one small motion with your head, a tiny invite, and Johnny joins you and Mark at the side of the dance floor. “Well, don’t you two look thick as thieves?” he muses, eying you over the rim of his cup.
“This is just how we look,” Mark states.
Johnny gives a quick shake of his head. “It’s more than that. In fact, if I recall correctly- last year, at about this exact time in fact, at this exact party- I'm pretty sure you cock blocked me, Mark Lee.”
You watch your best friend crumble under Johnny’s gaze, and the older man’s smile widens.
“So I'm right,” the man from Chicago breathes, then turns his attention to you. “How about this, I promise you I’m not the spy. Interested in taking me up on my offer from last year?”
“Jesus christ-” Mark groans next to you- he’s made it clear how much he hates his friends hitting on you - let alone propositioning you for sex - in front of him, and he promptly leaves without another word while you consider Johnny’s offer.
He is your type. Moreso your type than anyone you’ve slept with so far this week- which is what makes him a potential emotional hazard-
But staring up at Johnny’s handsome face, you realize you’re not at risk of him stealing your heart- because you’re pretty sure someone else already has.
Jaehyun is so happy he feels like he’s floating, surrounded by his friends- a crowd counting down from ten to yell “Happy Birthday!” when the clock strikes twelve-
And yet something is missing.
Try as he might to shake the thought of you, he can’t get the image of your face out of his head. It doesn’t help that you’d told him you’d be bringing a birthday present- and Jaehyun realizes he probably shouldn’t have left it up to you to surprise him today or tomorrow, because he’s honestly been sort of waiting for you to show up all night-
“You looking for someone?” Johnny’s voice pulls Jaehyun out of his own mind, and he sighs at having allowed the thought of you to once more infringe on his happiness-
But he decides to be honest- why bother hiding his infatuation with you now that V Week is nearly over? Jaehyun’s still torn about your motives in everything- unsure how you feel about him- and he’ll be damned if he starts his Valentine’s Day still being unsure-
“I’m looking for Y/N,” Jaehyun says, “been waiting for her to show up all night-”
“Y/N?” Johnny’s brows furrow. “Y/N came and went, if you know what I mean.”
It takes a moment for Jaehyun to process his friend’s words, and he blinks up at his hyung- now more confused than ever.
“You slept with her?” What about her no guys older than Jungwoo policy?
“Yeah, it was around the time you got onto that table with those two cupids- which, by the way- holy fuck Jaehyun- what was that like-”
“I didn’t fuck them,” Jaehyun answers, looking around at the crowd, a determined set to his jaw, fist clenched at his side, “but,” - now that I know Y/N has cum and gone, and I’ve been waiting around like an idiot all night - “I think that should change.”
Final Scoreboard - for Friday Feb 13th
Boy’s team: 10
8/10 Kim Yeji
9/10 Park Hajoon
9/10 Yang Jiho
8/10 Cho Nari
7/10 Han Rose
8/10 Chi Hwasa
8/10 Hong Eunji
9/10 Song Hwasa
8/10 Bang Minri
9/10 Bin Ari
Girl’s team: 5
9/10 Lee Donghyuck
9/10 Kim Jungwoo
7/10 Liu YangYang
8/10 Lee Jeno
8/10 Suh Johnny
Feb 14, Saturday : Valentines Day
You arrive at the Valentines Day Party a little on the early side- too eager to see Jaehyun and give him your gift to wait around and pre-drink with your friends.
When you enter the frat, many of the boys are already mingling in the living space, getting beer pong set up and arguing over the half torn decorations left up from the night before- you’ve been the type, in the past, to step in when Doyoung and Haechan fight, and while you think an argument could be made on both sides- you don’t feel compelled to tie break, not tonight.
Instead, your eyes lock onto Jaehyun.
He’s standing in the kitchen, back facing you while he pours himself a drink.
Unlike last night’s whimsical Valentine’s aesthetic, the Valentines Day Party always insists on a classier approach- and the way Jaehyun’s white dress shirt stretches across his broad shoulders is making you practically drool.
You reach Jaehyun just as he finishes his task, and he turns to put the bottle of vodka back in the cupboard, nearly bumping into you in the process. “Oh-” he steps back, looking you up and down quickly, then a smile appears on his face, “you’re here.”
“Of course I am,” you grin, a little taken aback by his surprised expression, “I brought you your present-” you hold up the little gift bag, “oh! and happy birthday by the way!”
His eyes scan the present, then he grabs your hand. “Come on, I’ll open it in my room,” he says before leading you towards the stairs that take you to the second floor.
Once you’re sealed in privacy created by a locked door, Jaehyun sits on his bed, patting the space next to him. You take your seat, passing Jaehyun his present before folding your hands in your lap, patiently awaiting his reaction.
You try not to laugh when Jaehyun wrestles with the copious amounts of coloured parchment paper surrounding the gift that he finally pulls out of the bag, and once he’s holding the little photo album in his hands, your heart lurches, the real moment of truth having arrived.
He looks confused for a second, but when he opens the book to find a photo of himself, realization flashes in his eyes.
The image shows him standing in front of a beautiful rock face, arms extended, palms flat against the stone- the sunlight had been streaming through the trees in a such a way that lit up the pretty brown undertones of Jaehyun’s usually dark hair- and you hadn’t been able to resist capturing the shot.
“Maybe it’s a little nerdy-” you find yourself saying when Jaehyun flips the page to reveal a leaf you’d taped there, the same leaf sporting a crescent thumb nail print- “but you were telling me all these details about the types of trees and leaves-” you pause, waiting for a reaction- any reaction, but instead, Jaehyun just keeps flipping through the pages, expression unreadable.
“Do you-” you bite at your lip, “do you not like it?”
He finally looks up at you, eyes wide. “No- I love it,” he assures you, “it’s just- fuck,” he sets the book down on his bed and stands up abruptly, turning his back to you and running a hand through his hair, “you drive me insane.”
You frown at his behaviour, worried you’ve upset him. “I do?”
“Yeah-” Jaehyun turns again, and you meet his steady gaze. “Do you know how long I've been trying to find a way to talk to you?” he asks. “Like, really talk to you. Not just bullshit at parties.”
You shake your head, blinking.
“I’ve been trying since the very first time you walked into the frat- September 20th, all set in your new little sorority outfit-” He groans, shaking his own head at the shocking timeline he’s just presented. “I tried to ignore it- but that costume you wore with Mark for Halloween last year too- And then on Monday, when I bumped into you on the trails in the forest- It was everything I could have hoped for- only the timing was just so off- because everyone is fucking like fucking bunny rabbits around here for V Week- and there’s the spy thing, which adds another level of difficulty because I know how you feel about the list- and it’s like, we’re playing this game. And it’s been a week of confusing moves I don’t know how to read- and now you give me this as a birthday present-” he gently picks up the photo album, “and I just don’t know-”
“Then ask,” you suggest, swallowing thickly in an attempt to calm your racing heart.
Jaehyun lets out a breath. “What am I even supposed to ask?”
“Anything,” you tell him.
He studies you. “Is this a one question type of deal, or do I get three?”
“I’m not a genie,” you laugh. “So I suppose that means you can have as many questions as you want because it’s your birthday.”
The room is quiet for a few moments, and you can see the wheels in Jaehyun’s head spinning- but you can’t prepare yourself for the first question that inevitably leaves his mouth: “if you’re so against having your name on the V Week Evaluation List, and Mark told you not to sleep with anyone older than Jungwoo, why did you get with Johnny last night?”
The answer is easy: you got with Johnny because you had to meet the Quota. But you can’t tell Jaehyun this- you can’t be the first sorority girl in history to be caught as spy- so you fall back on the logic you’d used to include Johnny in your V Week Evaluations to begin with: “Because no one is ever Spy two years in a row- he was safe.”
“He was safe,” Jaehyun repeats, and you realize your excuse isn’t enough.
“In more ways than one-” you continue, “my sorority has this unofficial rule list- ways to keep ourselves safe, and the top rule on the list is never to sleep with someone during V Week that you actually have feelings for- because no good relationship is ever started during V Week.”
“So you’re saying-” Jaehyun sets the photo album down on his bedside table, eyes locked on you as you stand up.
“I don’t like Johnny,” you clarify. “And since the moment I walked into this frat in my ‘new little sorority outfit’ I've thought you were cute- which is why I avoided you last year for V Week- but this year, bumping into each other on the trails- you’re right. It was everything I could have hoped for too.”
“Really?” Jaehyun steps closer, invading your space, his hand reaching for yours so he can run the pad of his thumb against the back of your fingers.
“Uh huh,” you look down at your interlocked hands, “and if you really must know, another reason I only sleep with younger frat guys is because I know that if I ever let someone older than me, who I actually like, dom me- I’d be putty in their hands.”
You swear Jaehyun’s voice gets an octave lower when he asks, “is that such a bad thing?” and the small smile he flashes you when you sneak a peek up at him makes your skin heat with excitement.
Your response is soft; “I wouldn't know, I've never let it happen.”
The sigh that leaves Jaehyun’s lips is as close to a groan as you’ve ever heard from him, and your pussy throbs at the notion.
“So you’re telling me,” Jaehyun tugs you closer, hand releasing yours in favor of finding the small of your back, keeping you locked to his chest while he pinches at your chin with the other, “that Johnny didn’t do a number on you last night?”
“I mean,” your heart jumps again, “seeing as V Week Evaluations are technically over in three hours,” - and the fact that we just confessed our interest in each other and I trust you more than I’ve ever trust any frat boy other than Mark - “I think I can safely tell you that Johnny only scored an 8.”
Jaehyun lets out a bark of a laugh, rolling his eyes and grinning. “Talk about irony-” he chuckles, “you’re so worried about your name ending up on the V Week Evaluation List, and yet here you are, the Spy and Frat Boy Evaluator herself.”
“I filled my quota though,” you assure him, “so if you’re worried about ending up on the list- I can just- maybe we could just-”
“Baby,” Jaehyun pinches at your chin, tilting your face up so you have to meet his eyes, “I'm not worried about being on your list, but I do promise not to include you on mine, how’s that sound?”
“Wait-” you gape up at him, “You’re the NCT Spy!?”
“In the flesh.”
“You mean this whole time-” you blink, “we were both- tiptoeing around each other while still completing our V Week Quotas- ”
“I’m ready for this week to be over,” Jaehyun says, eyes dipping to your mouth briefly before moving back up, “aren’t you?”
You nod, tongue darting out to wet your lips-
“But, pretending this was still V Week,” - NCT’s Spy moves his face closer to your own, however he refuses to give you the satisfaction of kissing you yet - “if I wanted a ten out of ten score, what would my pretty girl need me to do to her to make it happen?”
The tiniest of whimpers leaves your mouth at the use of ‘pretty girl,’ and the way that Jaehyun is exuding dominance, while still being respectful and communicative, makes you want to implode- there are so many things you want him to do to you-
“Corrupt me,” you whisper.
“Corrupt you?” Jaehyun lets out a small chuckle, then he pushes you, making you fall onto his bed, which forces you to look up to meet his eyes again. “Pretty Girl wants to be used until she begs, is that what you’re saying?”
You nod, another whine escaping you.
“And it’s going to be your first time being fucked stupid-” Jaehyun says, eyes moving to his closet, “Because you’ve never been with a real dom before, part of me wants to offer to tie you up-”
“Please?”
“But it’s Valentine’s Day,” he concludes, looking at you again, “so maybe I'll save the harder stuff for another time- if you think you can handle it.”
“I can handle it,” you promise- a promise you can’t possibly keep, as you’ve never experienced being tied up or handcuffed- always too scared to fully trust another person-
But that fear is gone now. This is Jaehyun-
He might be stepping into the dom role with much more ease than you’d ever expected- he has a reputation, but you’ve never heard anyone mention this level of dom experience before- but this is still your floofy haired forestry boy. The boy who spent three hours showing you trails, explaining the acute differences between types of ferns, and telling you his favorite keystone species-
“Jae?” you love the way his name feels coming out of your mouth, and from the way he looks at you with stars in his eyes, you can tell it has an effect on him as well.
When you stand up, you’re intent to give a command, to tell him to kiss you, to initiate the way you’ve become used to initiating- but you never get the chance, because Jaehyun is able to read you in a way that no one else ever has, and he presses his lips to yours.
A warm energy pulses through your chest, and your mind goes blank before the big realization of: Oh, so this is how it’s supposed to feel when you kiss someone you actually have feelings for-
You shift closer, looping your arms behind Jaehyun’s neck while his own hands grab at you, pulling you in by your hips while his tongue invades your mouth.
“Such a good kisser,” Jaehyun groans, lips moving to your jaw and then your neck, where he promptly finds your sweet spot, earning a gasp, “and such pretty sounds,” his hands grab your ass, and a moment later you find yourself with your legs wrapped around Jaehyun’s waist, the two of you tumbling onto his bed.
You run your fingers through Jaehyun’s hair while he adjusts the way he’s laying on you, shifting one of your thighs higher on his hip while he grinds against you, teeth and tongue dragging across the sweet spot on your neck-
The idea of having a mark left from this- a mark left from Jaehyun- has your pussy practically throbbing, and when Jaehyun grinds down against you, a whimper escapes you, even whilst you attempt to anchor yourself by tugging on Jaehyun’s soft hair.
“Jae-” you whine his name loudly, and he chuckles against your throat- but like earlier, you don’t need to say more, because the boy between your legs seems to be able to read your mind.
He straightens abruptly, leaving you gasping at the loss- only for your eyes to eat up the visual of Jaehyun quickly undoing the buttons of his shirt, revealing inch after inch of skin that only gets more perfect the more buttons are popped free- until he’s shrugging the fabric off and revealing a wonderfully chiseled form that your hands eagerly move to touch.
“Hey,” Jaehyun bats away your greedy fingers, looking down at you with a grin, “I thought you wanted me to be in charge- or are you a bit of a brat?”
The word ‘brat’ excites you, skin tingling and prompting you to smile, nodding gently.
“Of course you’re a brat,” Jaehyun sighs, palms finding your knees before sliding down your bare thighs, exposed by your dress, “but do I really want to break you?” He makes a face as if he’s considering it, eyes dragging over your form before meeting your own, then he offers you a small smile, “we can test your bratty side another time, but for now, I think I just want to make you cum till you cry, how’s that sound?”
You swallow thickly- torn between the idea of Jaehyun absolutely wrecking you- and the notion of a more vanilla first time with the sweet forestry major- although, you’re not sure the dacryphilia (crying kink) is that vanilla-
“It sounds perfect.”
“It’s good to know you actually thought you had a choice,” Jaehyun lets out a small chuckle, fingers grabbing the fabric of your dress, adjusting it on your tummy so your lower half, and embarrassingly wet panties, are on display for him. “It’s kind of cute,” he admits, “thinking you still have any power after being so direct about submitting to me- you’re lucky I'm a service dom.”
“A service dom?” you squeak when Jaehyun moves to be laying between your legs, digits gently pushing at your inner thighs and prompting you to open them wider.
“Yeah,” Jaehyun places his hand over your core, thumb rubbing at your clit through sticky underwear, “I get off when you get off.” He meets your gaze, laughing a little at your shocked expression, before he hooks his fingers in your panties, dragging them to the side and leaning forward to lick the entirety of your entrance, tongue stopping to circle your clit momentarily. Your legs quiver slightly at the stimulation, hands reaching for Jaehyun’s hair, and it makes him smile even bigger. “See? You have no idea how pretty you are like this.”
“Jae-” you whimper his name when his mouth returns to your pussy, a finger dragging up and down your slit before gently pushing in-
“And the sounds you make,” Jaehyun groans, attacking your core with even more vigor this time, tongue lapping at you while he adds a second finger to your heat, thrusting and crooking them expertly, “I could make you cum for hours and never get tired of your moans.”
His words make you dizzy, and it isn’t long before he’s making you cum on his digits, tongue lapping at your clit, elongating your high until you’re nearly pushing at his head to get some sort of rest from the overwhelming pleasure-
“And you’re so pretty,” Jaehyun moves away from between your legs, “when you cry from this.”
It’s only then that you realize you’ve let slip at least a few tears- and Jaehyun’s thumb brushes the wet tracks away before he slides his middle and pointer fingers past your lips- you groan at your own taste coating his skin, and diligently suck his digits clean.
He’s watching you with dark, lust filled eyes, kneeling between your spread legs, half naked-
Nowhere near as naked as he should be, you realize, and neither are you.
As soon as Jaehyun removes his fingers from your lips, you sit up, grabbing your dress and tearing it off your body.
“This is a cute set,” he tells you, “i kind of feel bad about wanting to rip it off.”
“Don’t feel bad,” you respond, holding your breath while you wait for his followthrough, which you know is coming-
And it does.
He starts with your underwear, grabbing them in one hand and simply tugging them, forcing you to lift your legs off the bed to accommodate this kind of removal, and a moment later Jaehyun’s large body is once more between your thighs, pressing you down against his bed while his lips devour your own, and his hand slips under your back to undo the bra clasp there.
“Jae-” you whine his name, body twitching when the seam of the front of his pants hits your clit just right-
Your bra comes off, and his mouth latches onto your boobs, tongue flicking one nipple while he pinches the other between two fingers. Your back arches off the bed at the stimulation, eyebrows drawn together as another sound of pleasure escapes you.
“Here,” Jaehyun says, continuing his assault of your breasts while he adjusts his form to be not as centered by you by placing one knee on the outer side of your leg, while his other thigh pushes up against your exposed cunt, “if you’re that needy, you can use my thigh, but I’m not done with you yet.”
As if to prove his point, he bites your nipple gently, rubbing his face against the swell of your boobs while he applies more pressure to your core.
You can’t believe he’s making you wait-
But at the same time- unlike every other man you’ve slept with this week, you’re not intent on fighting back- because unlike every other man you’ve slept with this week, you’re submitting to Jaehyun. You’re trusting him to give you the best experience you can have- trusting him to read your body and help you discover what feels good in a way that no one has ever helped you before.
You grind your pussy against Jaehyun’s thigh, tangling your fingers in his hair and throwing your head back against the pillows.
You’re pretty sure you’re going to leave a spot on his pants- but you can’t bring yourself to care, hips working on their own accord, body driven by a need that up until this point, has been insatiable-
But something tells you your appetite for sex will be well taken care of tonight and in the coming future.
Another whimper leaves your lips, and you move a hand to Jaehyun’s strong shoulder, digging your nails into pretty, unblemished skin.
Jaehyun’s kisses finally move back up, and he peppers your throat with affection all the way until he reaches your lips- then he pulls away, looking down at you with an amused expression, brown eyes swirling with fondness and adoration. “Are you going to cum on my thigh baby?”
“Can I?” You’re a little shocked at the words so easily leaving you- the submissive persona inside your chest feeling like a caged up bird who’s finally been set free, and is now able to ruffle out her wings, only to find that, uncaged, this kind of flight comes naturally-
And it does feel like you’re soaring, especially when Jaehyun says “you can cum,” and his hand slips between your legs again. Not only does he push you over the ledge, but he gives you the ability to fly to cloud nine, and he keeps you there, eating up all your pretty sounds while he kisses the life out of you.
This time, it’s Jaehyun who licks his fingers clean when he’s done with you, because you’re too wrecked to do much other than lay there and try to catch your breath. He’s made you cum twice on his fingers now, both times drawing out your orgasm until something near overstimulation- and when you open your eyes, you see that you’re finally about to be rewarded with what you’ve truly been waiting for.
Jaehyun has his belt undone, and he’s watching you carefully even whilst moving to the top button on his pants. “Are you okay?” he asks.
You nod, swallowing thickly and wiping the back of your hand against your eyes to clear any more tears that have slipped out from the last orgasm.
“We can stop now if you can’t take any more-”
“No,” you shake your head immediately, adjusting your thighs on either side of him whilst hooking two fingers in the waistband of his pants to keep him close, “need you.”
Jaehyun smiles that classic smile of his, floofy hair falling in front of his face for a moment while he looks down at where you’ve latched onto him. “You’re adorable,” he tells you. Then he lets out a sigh, undoing the zipper of his pants, “and so greedy.”
You mewl, and Jaehyun’s eyes find you, assessing your expression. “Did you like that princess?” he asks, cocking his head at you, “Being called my greedy little whore?”
You nod, biting at your lower lip while you cave under his gaze, “just for you.”
Jaehyun humms happily, a large, warm hand landing on your thigh and rubbing down then back up again, “what am i going to do with you?”
“Fuck me?” you suggest.
Jaehyun laughs, shaking his head. “I mean after this,” he explains, “You said you’d turn into putty for the right dom- but have you ever stopped to think what you might do to him?”
“I have thought about it,” you tease, tugging at his pants and managing to get them down an inch or two.
“I’m being serious,” Jaehyun tells you, but he doesn’t stop you from continuing to undress him.
“Me too,” you say softly, gnawing on your lip before you continue. “I was thinking that- maybe- maybe tomorrow we could go on a hike again, you could show me more trees some beds of moss-”
Jaehyun lets out a horny yet amused half chuckle that turns into a groan when you suddenly tear his briefs down, releasing his thick, hard cock-
“Can i-” you begin to ask if you can have a turn servicing him, but your service dom never lets you finish your sentence, pushing your hand from his member in favor of flattening his body on top of yours again while his mouth returns to your own with more passion than ever before-
You’re so lost in Jaehyun’s kisses- so delighted by his tongue moving against your own- and a shift causes his cock to drag past your clit, sending a shiver through you.
“Fuck- Jae-” you think maybe you’ll cry if he doesn’t fuck you, but luckily, you don’t even have to finish your ask, because the man who reads you like the back of his hand places the head of his cock at your enterance and begins to push inside of you, and your mind goes blank except for the pleasure of it.
“You’re so warm-” he groans, moving his kisses to your neck, one hand coming up to grab your throat, angling your face away so he has better access to the spot that he’d marked earlier, the spot that makes you whine louder as he begins to fuck into you.
“Jae-” you tug on his hair, and your pretty dom relents this once, relinquishing your neck in favor of pressing soft kisses to your lips while he picks up the pace of his thrusts.
“Do you like that baby?” he smiles at you, dragging his nose across your cheek while continuing to pepper your skin in little kisses that contrast the power of his hips.
“Yes, Jae,” you whimper, torn between wanting to grab at his hair to anchor yourself, or wanting to grab onto his strong shoulders-
“How about this,” he adjusts the angle of his thrusts, a warm hand lifting your hip slightly to reposition it before flattening against your lower abdomen, applying a tiny bit of pressure that adds new depths of feeling-
A huge moan escapes you from the feeling of Jaehyun splitting you open on his cock while now consistently hitting your G spot, and your toes curl, core tightening around him.
“Gonna cum like this?” he asks, and you respond on autopilot with a murmured “yes, Jae” while you begin to kiss his jaw, eyes closed, body overcome by the onset of what is promising to be the biggest orgasm of your entire week-
“Can you hold it?”
You let out a bratty whine just as Jaehyun’s thumb finds your clit, and the stimulation forces you to grab the bed sheets, back arching, pushing your breasts against Jaehyun’s own bare chest- “no, Jae-”
“Then open your eyes and cum for me pretty girl,” he commands, free hand cupping your face while his hips and fingers on your clit make you do just that: cum- but it’s more like an explosion, your pussy clamping down on his cock while you force your eyes open, force yourself to look up at Jaehyun while he fucks you so good that you forget everything else in the entire world-
Your lover lets out a groan, smashing his lips to yours as his own orgasm hits, cock twitching inside of you before spilling his release. You kiss him hard- a clashing of tongues and teeth- but it’s not enough- you kiss him until you’re breathless, until you’re so overcome by everything Jaehyun that you’re lost in the sensation.
His hips start to lose their momentum, and soon they come to stop. You wrap your arms tightly around Jaehyun, fingers finding his hair to twirl while you both focus on breathing, chests pressed so you can feel his racing heart nearly as heavily as your own.
“Can I tell you something stupid?” Jaehyun asks, breaking the quiet and pushing himself off of you ever so slightly before rolling, taking you with him so now you’re the one cradled on top of his chest.
“You can tell me anything,” you breathe happily, cuddling into his side, “but I doubt any of it will be stupid.”
Jaehyun smiles, fingers brushing up and down your arm. “I’m not the type to get jealous,” he says, “but the other day i was in the showers and overheard YangYang and Jeno talking about you-”
“Oh no,” you groan, hiding your face against him.
“They didn’t go into details, don’t worry, what happens in V Week Stays in V Week-” Jaehyun says, “it was just- to be jealous of YangYang?” he laughs to himself, “I knew then and there that I was fucked. That you had me wrapped around your little finger.”
“I am sorry you had to hear them talk about me though,” you frown. “I’m sorry I still had to meet my quota even though we just started getting to know each other this week.”
“I don’t care,” Jaehyun tells you. “I mean it when I say what happens in V Week stays in V Week- I don’t care who you’ve slept with-”
“I don’t care who you’ve slept with either,” you state confidently.
Jaehyun gives you a look. “You might not say that once you see the final evaluation list-”
“Oh my god, how high of a number did you get?” you ask, clarifying: “I’m honestly not jealous- like you said- I’m just- I want to know how badly my sorority got beat this year.”
“I’ll tell you the number, but you’re not going to like it- and this isn’t an excuse, but this whole week was really confusing-”
“Jae,” you place your palm flat on his chest in an attempt to soothe him, “you don’t owe me anything, what happens in V Week Stays in V Week.”
“Okay-” a sigh, then, “what if, instead of telling you the number, I make you cum the number?”
“What if I die? Because you’re making this sound like a really high number-”
“You won’t die,” Jaehyun laughs, rolling to be on top of you again. He presses a gentle kiss to your lips, “but I’ll be nice and say you can start at three, hows that sound?”
“Well, I’m not going to say no to an offer like that-”
“Perfect,” Jaehyun has his tongue in your core a moment later, nose bumping by your already sensitive clit and causing your legs to shake on either side of his head, “lay back and relax, we’re going to be here a while, baby.”
“Jae did pretty well this year,” Mark muses, assessing the final V Week Scoreboard.
“You sound surprised,” Johnny says.
“Well- I’m a little shocked he was able to get his evaluation number up to ten-” Mark admits, “given the amount of time he spent with Y/N this week taking pictures in the forest for her class.”
“Last year he got to fifteen, and he wasn’t even the official evaluator, so his number did go down by like- what is that? Fifty percent? Thirty percent?”
“Aren’t you a business major?”
“I’m off duty,” Johnny grins, swirling the strong scented beverage in his cup.
Mark is quiet for a moment, eyes fixed on the V Week list that not only lists a score out of ten, but the person’s name as well. He hasn’t talked to you since yesterday when you arrived at the frat for the V Week Eve party- and while he saw you come into the frat earlier, you immediately went away with Jaehyun- “Your name is on the list.”
“Yeah, and Haechan scored highest this year again.” Johnny takes a sip of his drink and wipes the back of his mouth with his hand, letting out a breath. “But hey, I thought Y/N would have told you about last night by now.”
“It’s been busy,” Mark frowns. “You know she’s upstairs with Jaehyun right now, right?”
“Yeah, and?”
“Well, you must know by now that she and Jaehyun are-” Mark trails off.
“Are what?”
“Are… into each other?” Mark suggests, not knowing the full extent of your relationship himself.
“What?!” Johnny’s eyes widen, “really? I thought this whole week he was just trying to get her on his list-”
“No, it’s not like that,” Mark states. “I think they actually sort of avoided each other this week- kind of.” He considers it for a moment before adding, “she made him this really cute photo book for his birthday- like I said, they’ve been doing forest walks for her photography class, and she made all these cute details with leaves and shit- do you know the difference between coniferous and deciduous trees?”
Johnny lets out a ‘pfff’ sound, rolling his eyes, “What am I? A forestry major?” he scoffs. “I bet Jaehyun fucking loved the gift.”
“Well,” a fond smile finds its way onto Mark’s lips, “seeing as she went upstairs to give him the gift, and they never came back down- their phones were off, forcing Taeyong and Rose to send me to go knock on Jungwoo and Jaehyun’s door and remind them to text their evaluations in on time- I would think it’s pretty likely Jaehyun enjoyed the gift.” There’s a moment of quiet even as the party rages around them, and then Mark says, “you might have just fucked Jaehyun’s new girlfriend.”
Johnny lets out a sigh, looking down into his cup, “it would appear that way.”
“You fucked her yesterday-” Mark continues, “like- right before the countdown for Jae’s birthday-”
“Uh huh.”
“Wow,” Mark shakes his head, shocked at how quickly things can change.
“Good thing what happens during V Week, stays during V Week,” Johnny says. “Jaehyun won’t be mad about it.”
“I don’t think he’ll be mad either- but you know that’s not an actual rule right?” Mark asks. “Like- you know that Y/N’s sorority has an entire board listing all of our sex stats, regardless of who the evaluator was, from last year, right? Like- they all know who’s been fucking who-”
“What?!” Johnny exclaims, eyes widening. “They’re allowed to do that?”
Mark simply laughs, looking out at the frat house that’s alive with people, “they’re sorority girls, Johnny,” he smiles, “they’re allowed to do anything.”
Final Scoreboard for February 14th
Boy’s team: 10
8/10 Kim Yeji
9/10 Park Hajoon
9/10 Yang Jiho
8/10 Cho Nari
7/10 Han Rose
8/10 Chi Hwasa
8/10 Hong Eunji
9/10 Song Hwasa
8/10 Bang Minri
9/10 Bin Ari
10/10 (Y/N)
Girl’s team: 5
9/10 Lee Donghyuck
9/10 Kim Jungwoo
7/10 Liu YangYang
8/10 Lee Jeno
8/10 Suh Johnny
10/10 Jeong Jaehyun
this fic took way too many hours to complete askjakjska i love Jaehyun- but it’s nice to be done :) what did ya’ll think of Jungwoo? I’ve never written for him (or YangYang or Jeno), but Jungwoo has been bias wrecking me way too hard lately aksjkajaks
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The Nanny
Chapter 1
Taeyong x fem reader
genre: mafia au! dad taeyong!
warnings: none (?)
word count: 3.3K
authors note: I am really unsure how to feel about this, the last fic I wrote took me over a year to write it to the point where I was satisfied enough to post it and this was written really quickly compared to that. I have general idea of what's gonna happen it's just getting to those points that makes me unsure about this whole thing. If you read MDAP, and are now reading this, the updates won't be as frequent. MDAP as a whole came out within a month, this one is definitely gonna take more time than that, and I don't have like a definite timeline. I will also have irl obligations, so those obligations will definitely affect the schedule of this fic. but nonetheless, I hope you guys enjoy it. hugs and kisses to anyone reading <333
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4.231 GPA, 6 years of sports, 10 years of playing piano, 3 years of flute, 2 years of president of yearbook club, 6 honor classes, 8 advanced placement classes and 8 dual credit classes, but still not enough to earn a full scholarship. And of course you had to choose the most expensive and time consuming major of biology, pre-med.
However the universe doesn’t hate you completely, landing a practically perfect job, the nanny of one adorable 4 year old girl who has an amazingly hot and single but also rich father. Lee Taeyong, the youngest head of an investment group, runs multiple businesses a day, practically making more money in a minute than some do in a lifetime. And you were just his daughter’s nanny.
Life isn’t the dream at the moment, but it’s perfect for you. Going to school during the day, working to get your degree, then picking up little Dasom from preschool, then watching her at her home until Taeyong comes home from work. And Taeyong paid you well enough, where you didn’t need to work a second job. Your life was set, and you were content.
You finished tucking little Lee Dasom into bed, but she insisted on staying up and waiting for her dad to put her to bed. Taeyong always said that Dasom had to be in bed by 9, but he was always home to put her to bed himself, he had never missed bedtime. Not once in the year that you’ve been watching Dasom did Taeyong ever miss bedtime, so the fact that he missed tonight, was more than odd. Thinking nothing of it except that he lost track of time, you pushed away any worry and began some household chores.
You finished washing the dishes, glancing at the clock, it was only 9:26pm, not even 9:30 yet you thought. Folding the laundry, 9:41, it’s only 40 minutes, maybe there was extra traffic from the office. Putting away the toys, 9:56, only an hour, doesn't grant any reason for worry. Pushing all thought of Taeyong and his tardiness away, you went about finishing the chores.
When you finally had the house practically sparkling, did you plop down on the couch and once again glance at the clock on the wall 11:23pm. Taeyong shouldn’t be this late. Just before you could put any more thought into his whereabouts, the front down slammed open, there he stood. His hair disheveled, his tie pulled loose from his neck, his dress shirt more loose than appropriate, his brows locked in a furrow, his appearance had your heart racing. “Pack a bag for Dasom, we’re leaving,” he practically barked out at you.
“Mr. Lee,” your voice got caught in your throat when he whipped his head back to look at you. Taeyong was always calm and collected anytime you interacted with him, you never saw him display any emotion except pure, wholesome love for his daughter. Whenever he would walk through the front door, he was Dasom’s father and nothing more. This Taeyong that stood before you, was not the Taeyong you knew.
“(y/n), pack a bag for Dasom, we’re leaving now,” Taeyong requested again, this time softer, gentler, and you couldn’t help but nod along. You rushed up the steps into Dasom’s bedroom, where the little girl laid fast asleep, you pulled a bag out of the closet. Shoving all the clothes you could fit, unsure where they were going, or how long they would be gone. Packing some of her favorite toys, a few bath things, and some hair stuff too. You wrapped the little girl in her blanket, scoping her up into your arms.
You exit the room, just about to make your way down the steps when you hear, “Taeyong!” A man’s voice you couldn’t recognize yelled out, instinctively pulling Dasom closer to you, “we need to go now.”
You rushed down the stairs, careful not to trip. Taeyong watched you descend the staircase, “Are you ready to go?” He questioned, which startled you.
“Mr. Lee, I don’t understand,” your lack of knowledge clearly made Taeyong more frustrated.
“We need to go, are you ready?”
“I can’t go with you Mr. Lee, I still have school and,”
“Johnny,” Taeyong said, looking directly at you, a fire lit behind his eyes, “take (y/n) and Dasom to the car, now.” A man, whom you could only assume was Johnny, moved gripping your arm tightly, practically dragging you into an SUV.
“My bag,” you whispered out, tightly holding Dasom against your chest, her bag on your shoulder, luckily Johnny heard you and nodded. Closing the car, you and Dasom being the only one’s in the car now. You placed Dasom in her carseat, that was in the third row, carefully strapping her in to not wake her. Putting her bag down by her feet, you peered out to the house, and watched Taeyong followed by a group of men leave the house.
You watched a man open the car door for Taeyong, him slipping into the seat next to yours, as that man jumped into the driver seat, while Johnny jumped into the passenger seat. “Let’s go,” Taeyong spoke, pulling out his phone scrolling through what you could only assume was emails.
Johnny turned around looking at you, placing your bag in your lap, “here.”
“Thank you,” you whispered, afraid to disturb whatever Taeyong was doing. Here you sat in an SUV, with two strange unknown men, your extremely handsome and rich boss, and his daughter driving to god knows where at 11:30 at night. Just a typical Thursday night at work. “Mr. Lee, where are we going?”
“Call me Taeyong, only my employees call me Mr. Lee,” he said without sparing you a single glance.
“I am your employee sir.”
“Not anymore,” Taeyong put away his phone, looking directly at you, “starting from now, you are (l/n) (y/n), my fiancee, and to answer your question, we’re going home.
Your body was tired, your eyelids more heavy than ever but your mind was wide awake. The thoughts running a million miles an hour, your brain didn’t even know where to start. You had your suspicions about Taeyong, the amount of secret doors in the house, the high level of the home security, and just his attitude. But you always pushed away your suspicions, writing them off as things rich people do. However now, as you sat silent in a black out tinted SUV, driving to an undisclosed location in the middle of the night, your suspicions came creeping back, crawling up your spine.
‘My fiancée,’ the two words ringing in your mind the entire drive, the future wife of Lee Taeyong. CEO of the largest investment group in Korea, the most known eligible bachelor, you couldn’t even begin to fathom the idea of being in a relationship with Taeyong. Just before your mind could wander too far into the daydream of your relationship with Taeyong, the car pulled into a long driveway.
You stared out the window waiting for something to appear, some type of sign to show where you were exactly. At the end of the long driveway stood a larger than life mansion. You don’t even know if you could call this a mansion, more like an estate. “(y/n), bring Dasom out of the car,” Taeyong spoke to you when the car finally stopped.
You were too stunned to speak, pulling the little girl from her seat, wrapping her in her blanket and pulling on your guys bags. Johnny held the door open for you, taking the bags before you could step out. You stepped out of the vehicle, in front of the house, staring in awh. The architecture was beautiful. An older woman stepped out from the house followed by two young girls, looking to be just about your age.
“Welcome home, young master,” the older woman spoke, as the three of them bowed to Taeyong. You watched as Taeyong slightly bowed his head in acknowledgment before walking past the woman into the house. Johnny pushed you forward to follow, when you turned to look back, you saw a herd of men following ensuite into the house as well. You knew there were other cars following you guys but you didn’t realize there were that many people.
“I can take her ma’am,” one of the young girls gestured to taking Dasom from you, after you entered the house. You felt protective of the little girl, pulling her closer to you, turning away from the girl, almost like a child would when someone tried to take something from them.
“(y/n), it’s okay,” Taeyong came up to you, placing a hand on your shoulder, “she’s just gonna put Dasom in her bed.” You felt hesitant, but nevertheless handed the sleeping child over. She also took Dasom’s bag from Johnny, before making her way up the stairs away from the large group. “Come, let’s discuss what’s going on,” Taeyong spoke, gesturing to walk down the hall.
“Please.”
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You sat at the dining room table, which was made for forty. Taeyong had just finished explaining what was going on, however as you looked around the table, it seemed as if others were just learning about what was going on.
“So,” you started off, not even knowing where to begin, “let me get this straight, Neo Culture Technology corporation, also known as NCT is a mafia organization, in which you are the leader, and you have a hit placed on you from the yakuza, so now you are moving back to the family home, which is here and I need to be here too because they, the yakuza think we’re in a relationship. Correct?” You looked around the room, searching for the hidden camera and the group of people that was ready to jump out and yell this is a prank. This was stuff of erotic books and movies, not stuff of your perfect life.
“We're not a mafia,” Taeyong started off, “it’s just that the line between legal and illegal gets blurry when conducting business.”
“We're just very persuasive people,” Johnny said.
“We have our own means of getting business done,” another man at the table spoke, his name still unknown to you. It was like someone set a firecracker off in your mind, and you couldn’t comprehend anything anymore. It had been at most two, three hours since you left what you had known to be the home of Taeyong, but the events felt like it was a lifetime ago.
“Okay, yeah, so you’re a mafia,” you knew what was going on now, but it still hasn’t sunken in just yet, you genuinely thought that this was a dream that you would wake up from in a moment. “I’m kinda tired and I want to shower, can someone take me back home now?”
“(y/n),” Taeyong sighed, “you can’t leave here.”
“I just wanna grab clothes from home, I can come right back after, if it makes you feel better.” You said hoping that Taeyong wasn’t absolutely serious about you not leaving.
“We had your apartment cleaned out, all your stuff is here already” Taeyong sighed, you could tell he was trying to be gentle, but it wasn’t working.
“You broke into my apartment?” As if the firecracker going off in your mind wasn’t enough, now you felt the sparks setting a blaze to all your thoughts.
“We needed to make sure that people weren’t at your apartment waiting for you already,” Taeyong deadpanned like it was the obvious thing to do.
“And you had people go through all of my personal stuff?” You could see the perfect life you had being dragged away right in front of you.
“We just brought your stuff here,” You could see the uncomfortable state your question put Taeyong in.
“And now I am forced to stay here and live?” Your voice got louder as you felt a tear roll down your cheek. The control over your life slipping from your fingers. You traveled all the way to another country in an attempt to get away from your parents' controlling grip, but all you did was waltz into someone else's controlling grip. You wanted to scream out, yell and curse out Taeyong for doing this to you. You would give anything to go back to a few hours ago, you and little Dasom, drawing in the living area, settling down before bedtime. A few hours ago when life was just perfect, your perfect little life/
“(y/n), I know this is a lot for you to,” Taeyong said, the man that you dreamed of, the man that provided this perfect life, the man that melted your heart with his affection for his daughter, the man that was written by women, was now a nightmare. and the last thing you wanted to hear from him was his understanding.
“No,” you felt your heartbeat quicken, “no, you don’t get to stand there and pretend to understand what I feel like.” You stood from your chair, “you completely turned my life upside down, and expect me to just live with it, to be okay with it, to understand it. You have no idea what I am feeling, there are people out there that want me dead, and have the means to do so, because of you. You may be fine and dandy with people trying to kill you constantly, but I am not this cold blooded mob boss that barks out orders everyday. I didn’t sign up for this, Taeyong, this wasn’t in the job description.” You finished your little rant, basically screaming at Taeyong, practically storming out of the room. Taeyong had longed for you to use his name from the minute he laid eyes on you, and even now as you screamed at him, he couldn’t help the little smirk play onto his lips.
“Young madam,” someone spoke. It looked to be a young maid, bowing to you.
“Excuse me? Young Madam?” you questioned the girl, your face had a look of disgust written all over it.
“The young master said that you would be the new madam of the house and we were to address you as so.” the girl spoke, she looked to be about your age, her round face and plump figure gave her a soft look. She looked afraid of you.
“I am not the madam of the house,” your voice taking on a stern tone, one that shouldn’t have been directed to the girl, “please just call me, (y/n),” this time speaking gentler, she nodded her head, not daring to go against you, “and your name?”
“I am Sun Hee.”
“It’s nice to meet you Sun Hee, can you show me where all my stuff is?” you smiled.
“Of course, ma-, (y/n),” Sun Hee smiled back.
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The sunlight peered in through the window, your head was already aching. The air of the room felt different from your apartment, you opened your eyes looking around the room and not exactly recognizing where you were. You rubbed your eyes, trying to push away as much of the drowsiness as possible.
Last night felt like a fever dream, you weren't even sure it was real until you walked out of your bedroom, and instead of seeing your beloved apartment was faced with a beautifully crafted home. After freshening up, you made your way down the staircase, and began trying to find the kitchen.
After about 10 minutes of wandering you came up to the kitchen, there was a team of people inside already cooking.
“Young madam,” the older woman that greeted you guys outside last night said, “is there something I can help you with? Was there something that wasn’t prepared to standard?”
“Um,” you were at a loss for words, “no, I just wanted a cup of coffee.”
“Of course madam, let me escort you to the dining room, and I’ll have someone bring you a cup of coffee,” you followed the older woman out of the kitchen. She had to be older than your mother, her hair was mostly gray with strands of black here and there, it was pulled back into a low bun. Her face showed age, the lines telling a story of their own, in a way she reminded you of a piece of aged art. You wondered, dreamed about exactly what type of life she lived as you silently followed her.
The dining room, being the same place you yelled at Taeyong, there on that table for forty, he sat on one end. The older woman led you to sit on the other end of the table, the room was quiet enough you could hear a pin drop. Taeyong, had a breakfast plate, similar to the one in front of you, sitting before him. He didn’t look at you, instead focusing on the paper he read.
“Let me give you a tour of the house today,” Taeyong suggested after the older woman left, finally gazing up at you.
“No thank you,” you avoided Taeyong’s gaze, you were still angry with him from last night.
“(y/n),” Taeyong started off, his voice was gentle, he was trying, “please, I know you're angry with me.” You scoffed at the statement, being angry with him was an understatement, “I just want to try to make you comfortable.” ‘Being comfortable would be being back in my own apartment, being comfortable would be knowing people aren’t trying to kill me right now,’ all the sarcastic thoughts begging to be said. “This isn’t forever, I promise you this is just gonna be temporary.”
Your ears perked up at the word temporary, “how long is temporary? A day?” your gaze met Taeyong’s.
“No, not exactly.” You stared at Taeyong.
“A few days?”
“(y/n), you see,”
“A week?” you were beginning to get frustrated by Taeyong.
“I don’t think,” he was avoiding giving you a direct answer.
“A couple weeks?” You felt your voice waver, as your eyes welled with tears, your heart aching.
“(y/n), these things,”
“A month?” Slamming your hands on the table, You wanted answers and you wanted them now, “Mr. Lee I don’t mean to be disrespectful or ungrateful for everything you have done for me, but this is seriously another level. I still have college classes, and I don’t have the money to just retake them whenever I like,”
“I’ll pay for your college,” Taeyong blurted out, every indication pointing to him being serious.
“I have bills to pay, my rent, my car, my student loans,”
“I will take care of that for you as well,” Taeyong didn’t even look like he was joking.
“What about my friends, my family?”
“I promise, you’ll be able to call and talk to them whenever, you just can’t see them in person right now,” you were about to protest again but Taeyong cut you off before you could get anything out, “and i’ll get together a team of people to escort you and protect you for whenever you wanna see your friends, you just have to give me a little time.” Taeyong took a deep breath now, “I promise you (y/n), I will try my best to make this as comfortable as possible, but there’s people out there that want you dead, and this is the safest option right now.”
You couldn’t argue with that knowledge. Last night, when Taeyong was explaining the situation, there were pictures of you and Dasom at the old house, the two of you playing, or eating, or napping. It seemed as if you guys were being watched for over a month, that means a month of people being so close to killing you and Taeyong was just trying to protect you from that. He was trying. Running a hand through your hair, taking a deep breath, “You’ll pay all my bills?”
“Yes”
“Including my student loans?”
“Yes”
“I won’t ever have to pay you back for this?”
“You won’t”
“And you’ll make sure I’m safe?”
“Always, I promise.”
“Okay,” you let out a breath, looking at Taeyong, this can’t be that bad, you thought to yourself. You’re living every college girl's dream.
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ex-boyfriend!johnny x reader x husband!jaehyun
1.30k words
🖇 WHAT’S LOST CAN BE FOUND | angst, heartfelt :: best friend!johnny x reader :: prompt ask game
재현 [ jaehyun ]
🖇 WEDDING DAY | It felt like just yesterday when your little princess was crying because her pacifier fell out of her mouth, and now she’s here, dressed in a white gown, looking beautiful as ever—and is about to start her own family.
fluff, heartfelt
aged-up! husband! father!jaehyun x reader
1.21k words
🖇 NEW UNIVERSITY? IT COMES WITH A NEW CRUSH! | You’ve embarrassed yourself, twice. But Jaehyun doesn’t seem to care, your flustered face and the stutters you let out are just too adorable.
fluff, crack
senior college!jaehyun x junior college!reader
1.90k words
🖇 COME BACK | fluff :: husband! father!jaehyun x reader :: 0.58 words.
🖇 MISUNDERSTANDING LOVE | fluff, angst :: boyfriend!jaehyun x reader :: prompt ask game
🖇 IT’S JUST US NOW | angst, fluff, heartfelt :: ex-boyfriend! ceo!jaehyun x president!reader :: prompt game
🖇 FESS UP OR DRINK UP | smut, suggestive :: fratboy!jaehyun x reader :: 920 words.
도영 [ doyoung ]
🖇 INVISIBLE | You thought everything will finally be alright when you manages to escape the hell of your ridiculously smart and rich ex-boyfriend, Kim Doyoung. But when you started experiencing things that no one could explain, that’s the only time you realize he was never going to let you go— ever.
angst, horror, thriller
ex-boyfriend! mad scientist!doyoung x reader
11.83k words
태용 [ taeyong ]
🖇 LOVE ME IN 7 DAYS | You loved and you lost in the past, and yet, you still chose to ignore all the pain it caused you. Meeting Taeyong did you a thing or two, and your thankful he was able to open your scars because now, you’ve finally leaned your lesson.
angst, fluff
best friend! playboy!taeyong x reader
6.72k words
🖇 VID CALLS WITH HOT STEP BRO | suggestive :: step brother!jeno x reader :: 871 words.
유타 [ yuta ]
🖇 RED FLAG | there are exactly three reasons why you shouldn’t fall for a man named nakamoto yuta: (1) he had a reputation of being a cheater. (2) he’a your sister’s ex. (3) he always carries a red flag.
angst, fluff, mini crack
sister’s ex-boyfriend!yuta x reader
3.21k words
𝗦𝗖𝗥𝗔𝗧𝗖𝗛 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗚𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗖𝗛, 𝗡𝗖𝗧 𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠
해찬 [ haechan ]
🖇 SMILE FOR THE CAMERA | School’s almost over and you’re finally going to live as an adult in college. Also, you’re just happy that you won’t get to see your sworn enemy ever since childhood, Lee Donghyuck, anymore. There is just no way that you’ll be keeping any memory of him as you step in another chapter in your life—until he told you to smile for the camera.
fluff, crack
enemy! skater!haechan x reader
1.87k words
🖇 IN THE MIRROR | Was it all really just a sick twisted fairytale in his head? Haechan knows he loves you the moment your fingers touched in the mirror. You make him so happy that he just wants to keep you all to himself.
angst, heartfelt, yandere!au, parallel universe!au
man in the mirror! yandere!haechan x reader
9.65k
🖇 WAIT...WHAT? | fluff :: best friend!haechan x reader :: 0.49 words.
🖇 5 MINUTES | fluff, angst, crack :: ex-boyfriend! mafia!haechan x reader :: prompt ask game
재민 [ jaemin ]
🖇 GHOST OF YOU | So, the school’s most famous heartthrob killed himself and now everyone in school is depressed Jaemin’s gone—well, that’s what you thought until Na himself asked for your help to bring justice to his actually murdered death.
fluff, crack, angst
ghost! playboy!jaemin x reader
3.86k words
🖇 SHOOT! | Right when Na Jaemin finally had you cornered, he realized that he was the one in trouble—not you. The catch? You’re one really pretty thief who stole his heart and wallet.
fluff, crack
police officer!jaemin x crook!reader
1.5k words
🖇 THANK YOU FOR DANCING WITH ME | If a mysterious man hidden under a squid game mask and named himself ‘j’ asked you to dance with him, then you’re willing to join for the ride, right?
fluff
idol!jaemin x staff!reader x idol!jeno
1.20k words
마크 [ mark ]
🖇 PAST OF MY FUTURE | The red string connects soulmates and helps them find each other. But after realizing that yours and Mark’s string doesn’t connect, he chose to leave you alone. Now after many years, you both see each other again with a certain red string connected on each of your pinkies.
angst
ex-boyfriend!mark x reader
1.83k words
🖇 BMW (lovesick playlist) | After the party, Mark Lee decides to help your druken state and helped you climb in his BMW sedan. But after your teasing and the growing tent in his pants, let’s just say, the night turned into something none of you could ever forget.
smut
frat boy! hard dom!mark x good girl! sub!reader
3.44k words.
🖇 OF LIES AND WRONGS | when mark wants to be proven wrong.
angst
mark x reader
2.040k words.
제노 [ jeno ]
🖇 FUCKIN’ ROUND WITH YA | What hurts more? Loving good boys or loving bad boys? For sure we all expected that it’s the bad boys who’ll be ripping our hearts in pieces—but Lee Jeno begs to differ. He’s a great heartbreaker in disguise under those innocent glasses.
smut, angst
nerdy! good boy!jeno x reader
6.91k words.
🖇 DIWATA :: prologue, interlude, epilogue (magic dust) | Lee Jeno was always warned never to visit the forest as it has been rumoured a fairy guards the area. But the curious boy couldn’t help but follow his heart that lead to the lonely and mythical diwata, who’s waiting for someone to visit her.
smut, fluff, fantasy, angst
country boy!jeno x fairy!reader
possibly 3k+ words per part
🖇 JEALOUS | angst :: ex-boyfriend!jeno x reader ft jaemin :: 0.42 words.
🖇 I’LL WAIT | angst, fluff :: mafia!jeno x reader ft. haechan :: prompt ask game
천러 [ chenle ]
🖇 DADDY ON DUTY (kisses and fireworks) | After a long day of stressful practice, Chenle finds himself in deep sleep on his bed and wakes up when a strange child that came from nowhere jumped on him—scaring him in the progress. To add to everything, the young idol learns that he just traveled to the future and is able to meet his future daughter. But will Chenle be able to be that great husband and father when he doesn’t even have a single clue on what’s going on?
angst, fluff, crack, heartfelt
idol!zhong chenle x reader
6.41k words.
지성 [ jisung ]
🖇 PLAYGROUND ESCAPES | Jisung takes his daughter, Jisu, on a quick escape to make up for the time he didn’t get to be there for and to show her she’s not the burden she thought she was.
angst, fluff, slice of life, heartfelt
aged-up! dad!jisung and daughter!park jisu moments
1.45k words.
🖇 NOT UR USUAL LOVE STORY | You love stories. If anyone would ask, you’d rather live in it then wake up another day in a world where everyone’s having the love story you’ve been daydreaming about. Of course falling in love with your best friend never came across your mind so it was a bit of a mess when you realized Jisung didn’t only view you as a ‘friend’.
pure fluff, angst if u squint
best friend! park jisung!jisung x reader (ft. jake sim)
7.251k words.
🖇 SHE’S ACTING WEIRD! | fluff, crack :: best friend!jisung x reader
𝗡𝗘𝗢 𝗚𝗢𝗧 𝗠𝗬 𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞, 𝗡𝗖𝗧 𝗨
쇼타로 [ shotaro ]
🖇 ONE DAY? | Osaki Shotaro’s unofficial guide on how to confess to ur crush <3: (1) act like a man. (2) get ready with huge flowers and romantic gifts. (3) chicken out. (4) and congratulations, you never got to confess at all.
fluff, crack
high school student!shotaro x high school student!reader
3.21k words.
𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗚𝗢𝗧𝗧𝗔 𝗞𝗜𝗖𝗞 𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞, 𝗪𝗔𝗬𝗩
양양 [ yangyang ]
🖇 YU AND YANG (crazy and crazier) | One minute you’re a normal college teen student, enjoying your life, and the next is that you’re suddenly the only one who could control the fate of your family’s lifetime business. While badly ill, your dad couldn’t be able to handle the failing company, your mom not being strong enough to handle it, and so you’re the only one left on the list. But you weren’t prepared for the pressure your going to have to experience. To add to that, now you suddenly have to marry the Qian’s only son to save the company. Thank god for Hendery and Yangyang though, they really helped you get through this new mess in your life.
fluff, angst, heartfelt, crack
artist!liu yangyang x heir!reader
10.02k words.
𝗝𝗨𝗦𝗧 𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗣 𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘, 𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗠𝗣𝗦
⏰ PM ! [9:32 pm] [10:19 pm] [10:40 pm] [6:30 pm] [6:00 pm] [12:48 pm] [6:29 pm] [6:36 pm] [10:49 pm] [2:45 pm] [12:09 pm] [10:33 pm] [5:07 pm] [4:45 pm]
⏰ AM ! [11:26 am] [10:09 am] [5:35 am] [11:58 am]
𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗘𝗣𝗜𝗦𝗢𝗗𝗘𝗦, 𝗦𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗦
📐 SCHOOL BOYS | nct dream :: HEY YOU! yes you. do you hate school? good. because this is strictly for cool kids who hates school zone. oh, do you see what i see? it’s the dreamies making a club to revolt! interested? read more about us in https://schoolboys.com. ; ongoing
📐 MAGIC DUST | jaemin, jeno, and jisung :: a series that showcases three very special Philippine Mythology creatures: (1) diwata or fairies, (2) encanto or enchanted spirits, (3) sirena or mermaids. ; ongoing
📐 31 DAYS (and nights) WITH NA JAEMIN! | jaemin :: a mini series that consists of drabbles with your long time boyfriend, na jaemin. there will be the bad times, good times, especially sexy times but you both prefer to keep it private…unless.. ; ongoing
𝗪𝗘’𝗥𝗘 𝗗𝗜𝗙𝗙𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗙𝗥𝗢𝗠 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗠, 𝗖𝗢𝗟𝗟𝗔𝗕𝗦
🖊 VALENTINES GONE WRONG? | application: closed :: ot23 members :: masterlist
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