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I Have 1 Completed story on Fanprose called A Night To Remember. It has 10 chapters and is completed. I also have another story on there that will stay there.
All of my stories will be Y/n x Idol/Actress. I don't intend to change that so....yeah.
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Ok so guys just an update.
I have a holiday coming up so I can’t write for that duration buttttt
Before I go I will release a story. It kinda reminds me of the moka story because they were written around the same time.
So just to reiterate. In a week I will post a story.
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Stolen Glances
Fanprose
9k words
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Pairings, Yeji = John, Lia = Oliver, Chaereong = Bobby, Yuna = Barry.
Imagine Love island but they aren't there for love and they find it.
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The airport was chaos before they’d even gotten through security.
Yuna was spinning around with her passport in hand like she was starring in a travel vlog. Barry kept trying to get her to stand still long enough to check the gate number.
He can’t multitask.
“Babe, if we miss this flight because you’re dancing in the middle of the terminal, I’m leaving you here.”
“You’d cry without me.”
“I’d sleep peacefully.”
Meanwhile, Lia and Oliver were sharing one pair of headphones while Oliver held all three of their bags because Lia ‘didn’t feel like carrying anything heavy today.’
But he did that without complaint. So, some brownie points for him.
Chaeryeong and Bobby were arguing over snacks. “You got sour candy?” Chaeryeong asked in disgust.
“It’s the best kind of candy.”
“It tastes like battery acid.”
“You taste like battery acid.”
Yeji and John watched all of them with the exhausted expression of teachers supervising children on a school excursion.
And then there was Y/n.
Standing with a coffee in one hand and a suitcase in the other while staring at Ryujin across the terminal with visible irritation.
Ryujin noticed immediately. “What?” she asked flatly.
“You sat in the seat I was sitting in.”
She looked down at the chair beside her. “There are literally fifty empty seats. Go sit in one of those.”
“Yeah, but you’re in mine.”
“You went to the bathroom, I came and saw the seat was empty so I sat in it. If it really bothered you then you would have said something sooner.”
“You seem comfortable though. I didn’t want to ruin the moment.”
Ryujin narrowed her eyes. “You’re annoying before sunrise. That should be studied.”
Y/n smirked slightly. “And you’re mean before coffee.”
“After coffee too.”
“Believe me, I noticed.”
Yeji pinched the bridge of her nose. “Please. I’m begging you both. The vacation hasn’t even started.”
“Oh it started,” Bobby muttered. “War has already begun.”
Barry looked between Y/n and Ryujin with the excitement of someone watching a reality show unfold in real time.
“How long do we think before one of them commits a felony?”
“Twenty minutes,” Chaeryeong answered immediately.
“Bold,” Lia said. “I give it ten.”
Ryujin crossed her arms. “You all act like I’m the problem.”
Seven people looked at her silently.
She scoffed. “Wow.”
Y/n took a sip of his coffee. “This feels targeted.”
“Because you’re both terrible,” Yuna replied cheerfully.
Before either of them could answer, John suddenly looked up from his phone.
“Wait a minute.”
Everyone paused.
John frowned. “Why does it say our gate changed?”
“Oh my god don’t joke about that,” Lia said.
“I’m not joking.”
Yeji grabbed his phone immediately. “Gate 32?! We’re at 14!”
“Are you serious?” Oliver groaned.
Yuna screamed dramatically while trying to drag her suitcase behind her. Barry grabbed her hood before she could run in the wrong direction.
Bobby nearly dropped half the snacks he bought. Chaeryeong was yelling at him. “Leave the lollies behind, we're gonna be late!”
“Hey I paid for these!.” Bobby yelled.
“Your life matters more than some lollies!!.”
“Uhhh nooo!”
Meanwhile, Y/n started walking ahead before stopping abruptly.
Ryujin wasn’t behind him.
He turned.
She was crouched beside the gate, visibly struggling with the zipper of her overstuffed carry-on bag.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” he muttered.
Ryujin looked up immediately. “Don’t just stand there looking irritated. Help me.”
“You packed your suitcase like you were fleeing the country.” He walked towards her and leaned down.
“It’s called options.”
“It’s called a fire hazard. I can’t believe you paid more money just for more clothes.”
“Shut up would you.”
The zipper snagged again. Ryujin cursed under her breath and yanked harder.
The suitcase burst open instantly.
Clothes spilled everywhere.
A pair of socks hit Y/n directly in the chest.
Then Bobby lost his mind laughing from across the terminal.
“Oh my GOD.” Ryujin looked like she wanted the earth to swallow her whole.
Y/n stared down at the clothes scattered around the floor before looking back at her slowly. “…You brought three pairs of boots?”
“I didn’t ask for commentary.”
“You’re here for two weeks. And it's a Vila!”
“And?”
“You packed like a divorced dad starting over.”
Ryujin pointed at him threateningly. “Help me or die.”
Y/n let out a sigh, grabbing clothes off the floor while Ryujin aggressively shoved things back into the suitcase.
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
“You folded these terribly,” Y/n said.
Ryujin looked offended. “Why are you judging my folding technique?”
“Because this shirt looks like it lost a fight.”
“It’s going in a suitcase. Not a museum.”
“You’re so aggressive all the time.”
“You bring it out in me.”
Y/n smirked slightly without meaning to.
Ryujin noticed immediately.
And unfortunately. She noticed he looked annoyingly good when he smiled.
Which was irritating. So very irritating.
“Stop looking smug,” she muttered.
“You were staring at me.”
“I was looking at the shirt.”
“The shirt is in my hand.”
“Exactly. Tragic.”
Before Y/n could answer, John said from after running back to us. “Yeji told me to tell you ‘If the two of them keep flirting, we are going to miss our flight.’ And I am here to tell you to hurry the fuck up.”
Both of them froze.
“We are NOT flirting,” Ryujin snapped immediately.
Y/n stood up with her suitcase. “Trust me, I’d rather walk into the ocean.”
Ryujin grabbed the handle from him aggressively. “Good. Do that.”
“Frankly, I don’t care so hurry up.” Then he walked away from them.
But when they started hurrying toward the gate again, neither of them noticed the tiny smile pulling at Yeji’s lips.
Or the way Bobby leaned toward Barry whispering, “Five bucks says they kiss before the vacation ends.”
Barry shook his head. “Make it ten. The tension is insane.”
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The flight was worse.
They had to interact before the trip and that already wasn't good.
Both of them mentally agreed to avoid each other for the duration of the trip.
But because through a series of unfortunate events that absolutely were not ‘accidental’ according to their friends, Y/n and Ryujin ended up seated together.
“You switched the seating arrangement,” Y/n accused immediately.
John looked deeply offended. “I would never manipulate a situation for entertainment.” As he said the sentence a smile slowly formed.
Like he was trying to hold back a laugh but failing miserably.
“You smiled while saying that.”
“Because I’m excited for the vacation.”
“Liar.”
Ryujin dropped dramatically into the window seat and immediately shoved her headphones over her ears.
“If you touch me during this flight,” she said flatly, “I’m reporting you to airport security.”
“I’d rather jump out of the plane.”
“Can both of you flirt quieter please?” Yuna called from the row behind them.
“We are not flirting,” they both snapped instantly.
The entire group burst into laughter.
Ryujin groaned and turned toward the window. Y/n rolled his eyes before settling back in his seat.
This was going to be a long flight.
Unfortunately for him, Ryujin looked annoyingly good today. She had her hair out and it was parted perfectly, her outfit was so simple yet she made it look good.
And unfortunately for her, Y/n somehow looked even better when he was irritated. His jaw was clenched and he had a tank top on that she saw while he was putting their bags up in the compartment.
Not that either of them would ever admit any of that to their face.
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The plane finally took off smoothly enough.
For about ten minutes it was smooth sailing, or flying in this sense.
Then turbulence hit.
The first shake was mild, not too much to stress about.
The second was worse.
By the third sudden drop, Ryujin’s entire body had gone tense beside him.
Not obvious enough for most people to notice.
But Y/n noticed immediately.
Of course he did.
Her fingers tightened slightly around the armrest. Her jaw clenched. She stared out the window way too hard like she was trying to intimidate the clouds into calming down.
Y/n glanced sideways at her. “You scared?”
Ryujin looked at him like she wanted him dead. “No.”
The plane jolted roughly again. Her grip tightened harder.
Y/n bit back a smile. “You look terrified.”
“I’ll kill you.”
“You might throw up first.”
She punched him hard in the ribs.
He coughed dramatically. “Violent too. Interesting combination.”
“You’re unbelievably annoying.”
“And yet you keep talking to me.”
Ryujin rolled her eyes and looked back out the window again.
The plane dipped suddenly this time, enough for a few passengers to gasp quietly.
Ryujin inhaled sharply beside him before she could stop herself.
Y/n looked over immediately. “You okay?”
“I’m fine.”
“You still sound terrified.”
“I sound fine.”
A flight attendant walked by with the drink cart a few minutes later. “Can I get either of you something?”
“Alcohol please,” Ryujin answered immediately.
Y/n turned toward her slowly. “It’s ten in the morning.”
“And?”
The flight attendant smiled politely. “What would you like?”
“The strongest thing you have.”
“She’ll take water,” Y/n interrupted calmly.
Ryujin looked personally betrayed. “Excuse me?”
“She gets mean when dehydrated.”
“I’m already mean.”
“Exactly. We’re preventing escalation.”
The flight attendant nearly laughed while handing Ryujin the water bottle.
Ryujin accepted it with narrowed eyes.
“I hate you.”
“That’s okay. Your survival matters to me.”
“That was disgustingly sincere.”
“Sorry it won’t happen again.”
She glared at him suspiciously before finally muttering, “…Thanks.”
Y/n pretended not to hear it.
“You two are a cute couple.” Then the flight attendant said and walked away before either of them could respond.
“We’re not a couple.” Ryujin stated.
“She walked away. She can’t hear you.”
“Just clarifying it.”
A few rows behind them, Bobby leaned forward between the seats. “You guys are kinda acting like an old married couple.”
Two death stares immediately hit him.
Bobby leaned back quickly. “Right. Okay. Never mind.”
Chaeryeong snorted beside him. “No no, keep going. I’m invested.”
The turbulence suddenly worsened. The plane jolted violently enough that drinks rattled on nearby tray tables.
Ryujin stiffened immediately.
Y/n noticed her hand gripping the armrest so hard her knuckles turned white. “You know glaring at the sky won’t stabilize the aircraft, right?” he asked quietly.
“I’m visualizing your funeral.”
“That’s kinda sweet.”
“It’s incredibly detailed too.”
Then the plane dropped sharply. A few people gasped.
And before Ryujin could stop herself, her hand shot out and grabbed his.
Y/n froze, as did she.
Her fingers were wrapped around his hand firmly, warm against his skin, grip instinctive and desperate enough to make his heartbeat trip over itself.
Y/n slowly looked down.
Ryujin did too.
Their eyes locked onto their joined hands at the exact same moment.
Ryujin visibly realized what she’d done.
Her eyes widened slightly. Then she slowly looked up at him.
And unfortunately, he was already staring at her.
He had a calm look on his face, like he wasn’t teasing her for what she did.
Ryujin immediately let go like she’d touched fire.
“Nope.” She physically shoved his hand away afterward like she needed to erase the moment from existence. “That did not happen.”
Y/n blinked once. “You grabbed my hand.”
“No, I grabbed the seat.”
“You grabbed my hand.”
“The lighting is bad here.”
“You interlocked your fingers.”
“I was fighting for survival.” A smile started pulling at the corner of Y/n’s mouth. Ryujin pointed at him instantly. “Don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
“Look smug. I can see it happening.”
“You held my hand.”
“The plane was falling out of the sky!”
“We dropped like three feet.”
“That’s enough feet!”
Y/n laughed quietly under his breath.
And Ryujin hated the fact that the sound made heat crawl up her neck. “You’re enjoying this way too much,” she muttered.
“A little.”
“I hate you.”
“Sure.”
Another bump shook the plane lightly.
This time Ryujin grabbed the armrest aggressively before slowly glancing sideways.
Y/n noticed and without saying anything, he rested his hand casually on the armrest between them. Not touching hers but just there. As an option.
Ryujin looked down at it, then at him.
He shrugged slightly, eyes still forward. “In case the plane drops another terrifying three feet.”
She stared at him for a long moment. Then rolled her eyes dramatically. “You’re unbelievably annoying.”
But a few minutes later, when the turbulence hit again, her hand slid quietly back into his anyway. This time she didn’t let go immediately and neither did he.
From behind them, Bobby saw the whole thing and nearly lost his mind. He smacked Barry’s arm repeatedly. “Look.”
Barry leaned over slightly. Then immediately grinned. “Oh that’s insane.”
Yuna peeked between the seats next. “They’re holding hands?”
“We are witnessing history,” Chaeryeong whispered dramatically.
Meanwhile, Ryujin finally noticed the whole group staring. Her eyes widened in horror. She immediately dropped Y/n’s hand again. “Stop looking over here!”
“We literally didn’t say anything,” Lia laughed.
“You were thinking, I saw it in your faces.”
Y/n leaned back in his seat with the smallest smirk imaginable.
Ryujin looked over at him instantly. “You’re never speaking about this.”
“I don’t know,” he said casually. “I think it was a pretty big moment for us.”
Her jaw dropped. “Us?!”
“The relationship development was beautiful.”
“There is no relationship!”
“Sure, sweetheart.”
Ryujin stared at him in genuine disbelief. Then grabbed her neck pillow and hit him directly in the face with it.
The entire group burst into laughter while Y/n just laughed harder.
And annoyingly, Ryujin had to turn toward the window again to hide the fact she was smiling too.
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The villa was ridiculous.
Massive windows overlooked the ocean. The infinity pool practically melted into the horizon. There were fairy lights hanging across the patio and a private beach path leading straight to the water.
Yuna screamed the second she walked inside. “Oh my god we’re rich.”
“We’re literally not, but okay,” Barry said.
“Shhh Let me pretend.” She held up a hand to Barry.
The group immediately rushed to choose rooms.
John and Yeji claimed the upstairs master bedroom.
Lia and Oliver took the room with the balcony.
Yuna and Barry took the room closest to the living room.
Chaeryeong and Bobby disappeared into the room closest to the kitchen because Bobby needed ‘immediate snack access.’
Which left one room. Only one. Y/n looked at it. Then at Ryujin. Then back to the room. “No.”
“Yes,” Yeji said instantly.
“No.”
“There’s only one room left.”
“There are couches aren’t there.”
“There’s one couch,” Oliver corrected.
“Perfect, I'll take it.”
“You’re too tall for it.”
“I’ll curl.”
Ryujin crossed her arms. “I’m not sharing a room with him for two weeks.”
“You’ll survive,” Yuna said.
“No she won’t,” Bobby added cheerfully. “But it’ll be entertaining.”
Ryujin shoved the bedroom door open. Then froze. “…There’s one bed.” Dead silence.
Then Barry started laughing so hard he had to lean against the wall.
Y/n looked genuinely betrayed. “You people planned this.”
“Okay, we didn’t plan the one bed,” Lia said.
“We hoped for it though,” Chaeryeong admitted.
Ryujin turned slowly toward the group. “I hate every single one of you.”
“Love you too!” Yeji called as she walked away.
Y/n walked into the room behind Ryujin and immediately stopped too. The bed was huge. Big enough that it somehow made the situation feel worse.
Soft white sheets, too many pillows, floor to ceiling windows overlooking the ocean.
It looked less like a vacation bedroom and more like the honeymoon suite in a romance movie.
“Oh this is evil,” Ryujin muttered.
Bobby appeared behind them and looked inside and gasped dramatically. “Oh my god it’s so romantic.”
Y/n grabbed Ryujin’s neck pillow and threw it directly at his face. “Get out.”
Bobby caught it while laughing. “I’m just saying, the universe clearly wants something here.” He threw it back to Y/n.
“The universe needs to mind its business,” Ryujin snapped.
Chaeryeong peeked around the doorway next and immediately started grinning. “There’s even mood lighting.”
“Leave,” Y/n said louder this time.
Eventually the group scattered after enough teasing, though not before Yuna whispered a very suspicious “good luck” to Ryujin on the way out.
The second the door shut behind everyone, silence filled the room. Y/n dropped his suitcase beside the dresser with a sigh.
Ryujin stood near the bed staring at it like it had personally ruined her life. “This is a nightmare.”
“You say that like I’m excited.”
“You’re smiling.”
“I am not.”
“You literally are.”
Y/n rubbed a hand over his face. “Fine. I’m smiling because your suffering is entertaining.”
“That’s psychotic.”
“And yet somehow not inaccurate.”
Ryujin rolled her eyes before walking toward the bathroom. “I’m showering first.”
“Why do you get the first shower?”
“Because I’ll fight you for it. And win.”
“…That’s fair.”
She smirked slightly before disappearing into the bathroom and locking the door behind her.
A few seconds later Y/n heard her muffled voice through the door. “And don’t touch my stuff.”
“I wasn’t planning to.”
“I don’t trust you.”
“You shouldn’t. I’m stealing your shampoo.”
“Try it. I dare you.”
Y/n laughed quietly to himself before sitting on the edge of the bed. The mattress dipped softly beneath him. It was comfortable. He looked around the room again.
One bed. One room. For two weeks.
This was either going to end in murder or mental damage.
Probably both.
A while later the bathroom door opened and Ryujin walked out with damp hair and an oversized shirt that hung off one shoulder slightly.
Y/n looked up automatically. Then immediately wished he hadn’t. Because now his brain was being annoying.
Ryujin noticed him staring almost instantly. “What?”
“Nothing.”
“You made a face.”
“No I didn’t.”
“You absolutely did.”
Y/n stood up quickly and grabbed his clothes. “I’m going for a shower.”
Ryujin narrowed her eyes suspiciously as he walked past her, “Wait.”
Y/n paused near the bathroom door. “What?”
Ryujin pointed toward the bed seriously. “I’m sleeping on the left side.”
“Why?”
“Because I said so.”
“That’s not a reason.”
“It’s the only reason you’re getting.”
“You’re unbelievably controlling.”
“And you’re unbelievably irritating.”
Y/n stared at her for a second before nodding slowly. “Fine.”
Ryujin blinked. “Fine?”
“Yeah.”
“That was too easy. Normally you’d fight me with this sort of thing.”
“I’m choosing peace this time.”
“That’s suspicious behavior.”
“Maybe I’m growing as a person.”
“I liked you better when you were openly terrible.”
Y/n smirked slightly before disappearing into the bathroom. Ryujin stared at the closed door afterward.
Then frowned at herself. Because somehow, their arguing felt different now.
And that was concerning.
Especially because she kept thinking about the plane. About grabbing his hand. About the stupid smug look on his face afterward.
Ryujin groaned quietly and dropped backward onto the bed. And that was a big mistake.
Because the mattress was ridiculously soft and comfortable.
“Okay,” she muttered to herself while staring at the ceiling. “Maybe two weeks in this bed won’t kill me…Unfortunately.”
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That first night together in the same bed was awful.
Ryujin stole the blanket. Y/n stole it back.
She shoved him with her foot. He pulled the blanket again.
At one point around three in the morning, she accidentally rolled too close to him in her sleep and woke up immediately when she realized her arm was pressed against his chest.
She jerked away so fast she nearly fell off the bed.
Y/n opened one eye tiredly. “You good?”
“Move over.”
“You came toward me.”
“In your dreams.”
“Sorry, you’re not my type.”
Ryujin stared at him in disbelief. “You’re actually unbearable.”
“Go to sleep.”
She huffed and turned away from him again.
But neither of them could sleep properly after that. Every tiny movement they made became noticeable.
The mattress dipping slightly whenever one of them shifted. The sound of breathing in the otherwise quiet room. The occasional brush of their legs under the blanket that immediately made both of them move away again like they’d been electrocuted.
At one point Ryujin aggressively tugged the blanket back toward herself. Y/n tugged harder. “Stop stealing it,” he mumbled sleepily.
“You’re built like a heater. You don’t need it.”
“You literally wrapped yourself into a burrito.”
“That sounds like a you problem.”
Y/n opened one eye again. “You’re talking a lot for someone who has imagined my death.”
Ryujin rolled back over. “Shut up and go to sleep.”
A quiet laugh escaped him before he could stop it.
Ryujin noticed because for some reason, hearing Y/n laugh when he was half-asleep sounded different.
She stared at the ceiling for a long moment afterward. Then sighed dramatically. “This room is cursed.”
“Probably,” Y/n muttered, eyes closed.
“You being in here confirms it.”
“You rolled toward me.”
Ryujin whipped around immediately. “Can you let that go?”
“No, I don't feel like it.”
“I hate you.”
“Sure.”
A few minutes later, Ryujin shifted carefully onto her side, trying to force herself to sleep.
“Ryujin.”
“What?”
There was a pause. “You kick in your sleep.”
She blinked in disbelief. “I what?”
“You almost broke my knee like twenty minutes ago.”
“That sounds fake.”
“It isn’t.”
“Be serious.”
“I’m fighting for my life over here.”
Ryujin rolled her eyes even though he probably couldn’t see it in the dark.
Then quietly, “…Sorry.”
Y/n went silent for a second. “…Was that an apology?”
“Shut up.”
“I should record this.”
“You should really shut up.”
Another quiet laugh.
The teasing stopped.
But even after Ryujin eventually drifted off, Y/n stayed awake a little longer staring up at the ceiling.
Because annoyingly enough, sharing a bed with Ryujin wasn’t nearly as horrible as he thought it would be.
And that realisation felt way much worse than the one-bed situation itself.
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The next 2 days should’ve been fun.
And despite all odds, they were. Beach trips, late-night swims, restaurants by the water, group photos and stupid board games.
But somehow, Y/n and Ryujin kept ending up together when teams were involved.
On the first day, during beach volleyball, they were forced onto the same team. “You’re terrible at this,” Ryujin complained.
“You're the one who missed the ball three times.”
“The sun was in my eyes.”
“The sun was behind you.”
“Why are you looking at me?”
“Because–” He shut up.
“Oh look. Finally found a way to shut you up.”
He rolled his eyes and shook his head and yet there was a smile on his face. That just would not go away.
After the volleyball game, when they rented scooters to explore the coastline, Ryujin got lost because she refused to follow directions. “I told you to turn left.”
“You said your other left.”
“You know what I meant.”
“No I didn’t.”
“You absolutely did.”
And somehow they still ended up laughing by the end of it. Actually laughing. Not sarcastic laughs. Real ones.
That should’ve been alarming. It definitely felt alarming.
Especially because Y/n kept catching himself staring at her.
At dinner or at the beach or even at random moments when she laughed too hard or rolled her eyes or brushed her hair out of her face.
And Ryujin noticed every single time.
But at the same time, Ryujin was also staring whenever he wasn’t.
“You keep looking at me,” she said one evening while everyone sat around at the table beside the pool.
Y/n nearly choked on his drink. “No I don’t.”
“You do.”
“You’re obsessed with yourself.”
Ryujin smirked slightly. “Maybe you’re obsessed with me.”
Everyone at the table immediately went silent.
Barry slowly lowered his drink. “Oh damn.”
“Did you see that?” Bobby asked dramatically. “The sexual tension just punched me in the face.”
“Shut up,” Y/n muttered.
But Ryujin was smiling into her drink. A real smile. And for some reason, that made his chest feel weird.
It only got worse after the first day.
Because now Y/n started noticing things he absolutely should not have been noticing.
Things like how Ryujin always stole fries off other people’s plates even after insisting she ‘wasn’t hungry.’ or how she got competitive over literally everything or even how when she laughed, she laughed with her whole body.
And it wasn’t just him. Ryujin also noticed things too.
Like how Y/n always walked on the outside closest to the road without thinking about it or how he gave his hoodie to people whenever they complained about being cold while pretending he was annoyed about it or how he always handed her the blue gummies from Bobby’s candy bags because he overheard her mention once that they were her favorite.
Which was stupid. And stupidly thoughtful.
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The next day came warm and bright, sunlight spilling across the ocean in glittering streaks as the group piled onto a rented snorkeling boat near the cliffs.
The water was ridiculously blue. The kind of blue that looked fake in photos.
“I don’t trust it.” Yuna stated as the boat stopped.
Lia blinked. “It’s water.”
“It’s deep water,” Yuna corrected.
“Same thing.”
“No. Pools are water. This.” Yuna pointed dramatically toward the ocean. “This is where creatures live.”
“Fish?” Barry asked.
“Demons.”
Chaeryeong snorted loudly.
The instructor at the front of the boat continued explaining safety rules while Yuna looked one mild inconvenience away from crying. “And remember,” the instructor smiled, “the fish here are very friendly.”
“Absolutely not,” Yuna muttered.
A few minutes later everyone started gearing up.
“Ahhhh!!” Yuna immediately panicked the second she saw a fish bigger than her hand. “Why is it looking at me like that!?”
“Um, maybe because you just screamed at it,” Barry laughed.
“It knows I’m scared!”
“Fish don’t think like that.”
“You don’t know its motives!”
Lia doubled over laughing while Chaeryeong filmed the entire thing on her phone. “This is blackmail material forever.”
“I hate all of you,” Yuna muttered.
Meanwhile, Ryujin sat at the edge of the boat trying to adjust her flippers while muttering insults under her breath. “These things were designed by people who hate feet.”
“You’re struggling with footwear,” Y/n said from behind her.
“I’m about to struggle to hold back from punching you if you keep talking.”
Y/n crouched beside her before she could protest and fixed the strap quickly. Ryujin blinked. “There you go.”
“I could’ve done that.”
“Mhm.”
“I could.”
“Sure.”
She narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously. “Why are you being nice?”
Y/n looked genuinely confused. “I’m just helping you.”
“That’s unusual behavior coming from you.”
“You’re impossible.”
“And yet you’re still nice to me.”
That shut him up faster than expected. Ryujin noticed immediately.
And unfortunately, so did everyone else.
Chaeryeong looked between them slowly before leaning toward Lia. “Oh they’re doomed.”
“Absolutely doomed,” Lia whispered back.
Tiny schools of fish swam around the cliffs beneath them, sunlight cutting through the water in shimmering beams. Coral lined parts of the rock walls, bright colors hidden beneath the surface.
Even Yuna slowly stopped panicking after a while. “Well…” she admitted quietly. “Okay maybe this is kind of pretty.”
“Character development,” Chaeryeong whispered.
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After snorkeling, they went back to the villa before ordering food deliveroo. (idk if the place they are in has that but who cares.)
The group sat around outside eating takeout while music played softly from someone’s speaker.
The song that was playing now was Rizz by Xlov. I think.
Everyone was relaxed in that sleepy vacation kind of way. The kind of sleepiness that comes after a full day of activities.
Ryujin sat cross-legged on one of the outdoor lounge chairs while Y/n sat on the ground beside her scrolling through his phone.
At some point Ryujin leaned over closely to look at something on his screen. He was scrolling though his spotify playlists. She saw that one of his playlists' names was ‘I Don’t Even Know.’ She wondered what songs could possibly be in it.
Y/n could smell her shampoo again. That same stupid scent that had been ruining his life ever since they started sharing a room.
Ryujin pointed at his phone. “Your music taste is awful.”
“You can’t judge. You listen to sad girl playlists voluntarily.”
“They’re emotionally layered.”
“They sound like someone crying in a bathtub.”
She gasped dramatically. “You uncultured man.”
Y/n laughed quietly. Ryujin paused for half a second. Because there it was again. That laugh.
And suddenly she became very aware of how close they were sitting.
The realization hit both of them at the same time.
Ryujin slowly leaned back in her seat. Y/n looked away from her to look towards the ocean.
Neither spoke for a second too long. “Okay this is getting ridiculous,” Yuna announced suddenly.
She pointed directly at Y/n and Ryujin. “Whatever weird thing is happening here? It’s getting worse every day.”
“There’s nothing happening,” Ryujin answered immediately.
“Then why do you look at each other like that?”
“Like what?” Y/n asked carefully.
“Like you wanna fight and fuck at the same time,” Bobby answered before Yuna could. John started choking on his drink laughing.
Ryujin looked horrified. “What kind of statement is that?”
“A truthful one,” Yeji said calmly.
Lia nodded. “The tension in the villa is actually insane.” She said with an accent.
“Stop quoting Love Island. You’re all projecting,” Y/n muttered.
Barry looked genuinely offended. “Brother, we watched her hold your hand on the plane.”
“That was survival instinct!”
“You spaced out the entire flight. No music, no movies, you didn't even read.” Chaeryeong added.
Y/n immediately pointed at her. “You’re exaggerating.”
“You looked at her like she invented happiness,” Bobby said.
The entire table exploded. Ryujin nearly dropped her drink. “HE WHAT?”
“I do not!”
“You absolutely do,” Lia laughed.
Y/n buried his face into his hands while everyone else lost their minds around him.
And through all the chaos, Ryujin looked over at him.
Hair messy from the wind, face red from embarrassment, trying and failing not to smile while everyone teased him.
And annoyingly, her chest felt weird now too.
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By the third night, everything had changed.
Because every argument suddenly sounded like flirting. Every glance lasted too long. Every ‘accidental’ touch felt intentional.
That night the group sat around a bonfire near the beach. The sky was a dark blue, waves were crashing softly nearby while the fire lit everyone’s faces in warm orange.
Yeji sat between John’s legs while he wrapped his jacket around her shoulders.
Lia rested against Oliver sleepily.
Yuna was laughing so hard at something Barry said that she nearly fell sideways into the sand.
And Ryujin…
Ryujin sat across from Y/n with the firelight flickering across her face. Her hair moved softly in the breeze. Her eyes looked warmer tonight.
Y/n couldn’t stop staring. He tried. He genuinely tried. But every time she laughed, his eyes found her again.
Then, she looked up. Straight at him.
Their eyes locked. And neither of them looked away this time.
The noise around them faded. Everyone else disappeared. For a second it felt like they were the only two people there.
Ryujin’s expression shifted slightly to something more soft.
Y/n’s heartbeat picked up embarrassingly fast.
Then Bobby decided to ruin everything. “Oh my GOD just kiss already.”
The moment shattered instantly.
Ryujin looked away first.
Y/n grabbed a random stick and threw it at Bobby’s head. “Shut up.”
“I’m right! We were all thinking about it!”
“I’m going to kill you,” Ryujin added.
Bobby pointed between them dramatically. “Look at this! The defensiveness of them!”
“You’re obsessed with us,” Y/n muttered.
“With you?” Bobby gasped. “Brother, everyone here is obsessed with whatever weird enemies-to-lovers situation you two have going on.”
“There is no situation,” Ryujin shot back immediately.
“Right,” Barry said slowly. “And Yuna and I are just roommates.”
“We are roommates though,” Yuna argued.
“We do more than casual roommates do.”
“That’s irrelevant.”
Lia laughed into Oliver’s shoulder while Yeji watched Y/n and Ryujin carefully over the fire.
“You know,” Yeji said casually, “it’s kinda cute.”
Both of them turned instantly.
“It’s not cute,” Ryujin said.
“It is,” Chaeryeong answered.
Ryujin rolled her eyes dramatically and stood up. “I’m getting another drink.”
“I’ll come with you,” Y/n said automatically. Y/n looked horrified with himself immediately after the words left his mouth.
Ryujin stared at him for another second before turning toward the villa. “Whatever. Come then.”
The walk back up from the beach should’ve been normal. It was anything but.
The air between them felt heavy now. Not awkward exactly.
Neither of them spoke at first.
Only the sound of waves behind them and sand crunching softly beneath their feet.
“You really stared at me for like five minutes back there,” Ryujin said casually.
Y/n scoffed immediately. “You’re delusional.”
“Bobby was talking to you about ‘The Rookie.’”
“He talks about that show everyday. I've learned to tune him out.”
“Sure.” She said with a tone that shows that she is unconvinced.
Y/n glanced sideways at her.
Ryujin was smirking slightly while looking ahead.
And suddenly he realized something terrifying.
She knew.
Enough to notice. Enough to tease him about it. And that made things worse.
When they reached the villa kitchen, Ryujin opened the fridge and grabbed two drinks before tossing one toward him.
Y/n caught it automatically. “Thanks.”
“You looked thirsty.”
“You’re being nice now. I don’t like it.”
Ryujin leaned against the counter. “Maybe vacation me is different.”
“Vacation you still threatened to drown me this morning.”
“You splashed me.”
“You splashed me first.” Y/n laughed quietly.
That stupid real laugh she’d started noticing more often. Ryujin looked at him for a second too long afterward.
The kitchen suddenly felt smaller.
The lights were dim in here compared to the fire outside.
The rest of the group was still distant enough that their voices blurred together.
Just the two of them standing there.
Ryujin took a sip of her drink slowly before speaking again. “You’ve been weird lately.”
Y/n leaned back against the counter opposite her. “Me?”
“Yeah.”
“How?”
“You keep looking at me.”
His heartbeat stumbled immediately. “I don’t.”
“You literally do.”
“You’re imagining things again.”
Ryujin tilted her head slightly. “Am I?”
Y/n opened his mouth. Then closed it again. Because the problem was, she was right.
And judging by the way she was looking at him right now, she knew she was right too.
Then voices echoed from outside again. “HEY LOVE BIRDS,” Bobby yelled from somewhere near the patio. Both of them jumped slightly apart. “We can FEEL the tension from out here!”
Ryujin groaned loudly and threw her head back dramatically. “I’m going to kill him.”
“You’ll have to get in line,” Y/n muttered.
She looked back at him. He looked back at her.
And then, to both of their horror, they started laughing at the exact same time.
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Later that night, they returned to their room in silence. And it was the tense kind of silence.
The kind where every movement felt noticeable.
Ryujin stood by the balcony doors after changing into an oversized shirt and shorts, staring out toward the ocean.
Y/n sat on the edge of the bed pretending to scroll through his phone even though he’d been reading the same message over and over for five minutes.
The room was dimly lit.
Quiet except for the waves outside.
Then Ryujin spoke softly. “You’ve been staring at me. A lot.”
Y/n looked up immediately. “And here I thought I was being subtle."
She turned slowly to face him. Her expression was unreadable now. “You’re not subtle.”
“You’re annoying.”
“But you keep looking at me.”
Y/n swallowed.
Ryujin walked closer. “You hate me,” she said quietly.
“You irritate me.”
“But?”
He looked up at her. And for the first time in years, he had absolutely nothing sarcastic to say.
Ryujin’s eyes flicked down briefly to his lips before meeting his eyes again. That tiny movement nearly killed him.
Y/n stood slowly from the bed. Now they were really too close. Neither moved away. Neither even tried to.
His voice came out rougher than expected. “Ryujin…”
Her breath caught slightly. And then, he finally made a move. One hand lifted slowly to her waist. Like he was giving her time to stop him. She didn’t. If anything, she stepped closer.
That alone nearly destroyed whatever self-control he had left. Y/n’s fingers tightened slightly against her waist as he pulled her in.
Ryujin looked up at him through lowered lashes, heartbeat visibly uneven now. Still neither of them spoke.
Y/n leaned down slowly. Slow enough that she could’ve turned away. Could’ve laughed. Could’ve shoved him backward and called him an idiot.
Instead Ryujin’s hand slid lightly against his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt.
And that tiny touch completely wrecked him. Their foreheads almost brushed. One breath apart.
Y/n could feel her hesitation. Not uncertainty. Just disbelief. Like neither of them could fully process how they’d ended up here after years of fighting.
Ryujin let out the smallest nervous laugh. It barely sounded like her. “This is a terrible idea,” she whispered.
“Probably.”
“You’re still going to do it.”
“So are you.”
That finally pulled a tiny smile from her.
Y/n swore his heart skipped.
Then Ryujin looked at his lips again. And that was it. Whatever restraint still existed between them snapped completely.
He kissed her. And immediately, everything exploded. The kiss was sharp at first. All the tension they’d been building for days crashing together at once.
Ryujin grabbed the front of his shirt instantly, pulling him closer while Y/n’s other hand moved to her waist.
It felt less like a first kiss and more like something inevitable finally happening. Like they’d been heading toward this for a while now without realizing it. Or maybe realizing it and pretending not to.
Y/n kissed her harder when she stepped fully into him. Ryujin made a quiet sound against his lips that nearly killed him on the spot.
Every sarcastic comment. Every lingering glance. Every accidental touch. Every stupid argument.
It had all led here. And somehow that made the kiss even worse. Or better.
Y/n genuinely couldn’t think anymore.
Ryujin pulled back barely enough to breathe. “This is still your fault,” she whispered breathlessly.
Y/n laughed softly against her lips. “You kissed me back.”
“You started it.”
“You walked over to me.”
“You were staring first.”
“Can we argue later?”
Ryujin looked at him for half a second before kissing him again instead. And that answer told him everything.
It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t soft. It was hungry, desperate, months of tension and frustration pouring into a single point of contact.
His lips crashed against hers, and she gasped against his mouth, her hands flying up to grip his shoulders. For a split second, she hesitated, and then she pulled him closer, her fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt.
The kiss deepened. His tongue slid against her lower lip, asking for entry, and she gave it willingly, parting her lips with a soft moan that sent a jolt straight to his groin.
He pressed his body against hers, feeling every curve, every line, the way her hips instinctively tilted into his. She tasted like the wine from dinner, sweet and faintly bitter, and something else, something that was entirely her.
His hand moved up from her waist, fingers curling around the hem of her shirt.
He broke the kiss, breath ragged, forehead pressed against hers. “Tell me to stop,” he said, his voice strained.
She looked up at him, her eyes dark and hooded, her lips swollen and glossy. “Don’t.” That was all the permission he needed.
He pulled her shirt over her head in one fluid motion, tossing it aside. Her bra was black, simple, and utterly maddening.
His hands found her waist again, thumbs tracing the soft skin just above the waistband of her shorts. She shivered under his touch, her hands moving to unbutton his shirt with trembling fingers.
“Hurry up,” he muttered against her neck, his lips trailing down to her collarbone.
“Shut up,” she breathed back, but there was no bite in it.
She got the last button undone and pushed the shirt off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Her hands spread across his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin, the subtle ridges of muscle.
He groaned when her nails scraped lightly down his stomach, stopping at the button of his pants.
He captured her mouth again, deeper this time, his tongue exploring her as his hands moved behind her to unclasp her bra. The fabric gave way, and he pulled it down her arms, tossing it aside without a second thought.
Her breasts were perfect. Full and firm, her nipples already peaked and begging for attention.
He didn’t make her wait. His mouth found one, tongue circling the sensitive bud before pulling it between his lips.
She gasped, her back arching, her fingers tangling in his hair. “Fuck, Y/n,” she whimpered.
The sound of his name on her lips, broken and desperate, drove him insane. He moved to her other breast, giving it the same attention, his hand sliding down her stomach, past the waistband of her shorts, into the heat between her legs.
She was soaking wet.
He groaned against her skin, his fingers finding her clit, slick and swollen. She bucked against his hand, a sharp cry escaping her lips. “You’re so wet for me,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust.
“Don’t talk,” she gasped, but she was grinding against his hand, chasing the friction.
He chuckled darkly, pulling his hand away, earning a frustrated whimper from her.
He grabbed her shorts and pulled them down, along with her panties, in one swift motion. She stepped out of them, kicking them aside, standing completely bare before him. For a moment, he just looked at her.
The moonlight streaming through the curtains painted her skin in silver and shadow. She was beautiful, more beautiful than he had allowed himself to imagine.
“Stop staring,” she said, echoing his earlier words, but the blush creeping up her chest gave her away.
He turned her towards the bed and sat her down on the edge. “Never.” He then dropped to his knees.
Her eyes widened, but before she could say anything, his hands were on her thighs, spreading her open. He looked up at her, holding her gaze, as he leaned in and licked a long, slow stripe up her slit.
She cried out, her hand flying to the back of his head, fingers gripping his hair. He didn’t stop. He licked and sucked and teased, his tongue circling her clit before flicking it relentlessly.
Her legs trembled, her breathing ragged, her moans filling the quiet room. “Y/n, I’m– I’m gonna– ” she stammered, her hips bucking against his face.
He doubled down, wrapping his lips around her clit and sucking hard, his fingers sliding inside her, curling just right.
She came with a scream, her body shuddering, her release flooding his mouth.
He drank it in, licking her through every wave of pleasure until she was panting, boneless, leaning against the bed for support.
He stood up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, a smug grin on his face.
She glared at him, but the effect was ruined by the way she was still trembling. “Your turn,” she said.
She stood up, wobbling a bit but still determined to continue, and pushed him toward the bed.
He went down willingly, his back hitting the soft mattress. She climbed on top of him, her hands working his jeans open, pulling them down his legs along with his boxers. His cock sprang free, hard and aching, the tip slick with pre-cum.
She wrapped her hand around him, and he hissed, his hips bucking involuntarily. “Someone’s eager,” she teased, a wicked glint in her eye.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish.” She responded by lowering her head and taking him into her mouth.
He groaned, a deep, guttural sound, his hands fisting the sheets. She was good, too good.
Her tongue swirled around the head, her hand working the shaft, before she took him deeper, her throat relaxing to accommodate him. She bobbed her head, hollowing her cheeks, her eyes looking up at him through her lashes.
It was too much.
He pulled her up, flipping her onto her back before she could protest. He positioned himself between her legs, the head of his cock pressing against her slick entrance. "Still want to argue?" he whispered, his voice soft and slightly strained.
Ryujin reached up, her fingers sliding into the hair at the nape of his neck to pull him down. "Shut up," she breathed, but the words were a caress.
The kiss that followed was slow and exploratory, a gradual release of all the tension they had built over the years.
Y/n’s hands traveled carefully over her curves, tracing the line of her waist and hips with a reverence that made Ryujin’s breath hitch. Every touch was a question, and every soft moan she let out was an answer.
They moved together with a natural rhythm. He paused, his eyes locking onto hers. He waited, making sure she was with him every step of the way.
As he pushed in, it wasn't a claim, but a homecoming. He entered her slowly, savoring the way her body stretched to accommodate him, the feeling of her warmth enveloping him in a perfect, velvet grip.
The sensation was electric, a slow-burn pleasure that radiated through both of them. Ryujin gasped, her eyes fluttering closed as she arched her back slightly, her hands gripping his shoulders as she adjusted to the fullness of him.
He stayed still for a long moment, his forehead pressed against hers, both of them breathing in tandem. He could feel her internal walls pulsing, welcoming him, her body instinctively clinging to his.
“Move,” she whispered, her voice trembling with a mixture of need and affection. “Please.”
And so, he did, starting with deep, deliberate thrusts.
He moved with a soulful patience, each movement designed to maximize the sensation for her. He watched her face, the way her lips parted, the soft flush of her cheeks, the look of pure, unadulterated pleasure in her eyes.
He picked up the pace gradually, the sound of their breathing and the soft friction of their skin filling the quiet room.
“Yes... just like that,” she murmured, her voice breaking as the pleasure began to peak.
Wanting to bring her all the way there, Y/n reached down, his thumb finding her clit and rubbing in slow, steady circles. The dual sensation was overwhelming.
Ryujin’s body tensed, her muscles clenching around him in rhythmic waves that nearly stole his breath.
“Come for me,” he whispered against her skin, his voice thick with emotion. His movements became more urgent, more passionate, driving them both toward the edge.
A soft, keening cry escaped her lips as her orgasm ripped through her, her body convulsing in waves of release. The intensity of her pleasure pushed him over the edge instantly.
He buried himself deep inside her, closing his eyes as his own release spilled into her, hot and thick, his name for her becoming a low, shaking groan.
They collapsed into each other, limbs tangled and hearts racing. The ocean breeze drifted through the open balcony doors, cooling their skin as they lay in a peaceful, exhausted silence.
Ryujin shifted, resting her head on his chest and listening to the steady beat of his heart. "I still think you're annoying," she whispered, though she was smiling.
Y/n chuckled, kissing the top of her head. "And I still think you're impossible."
"Good," she murmured, closing her eyes and snuggling closer. "Let's keep it that way."
He rolled beside her, both of them panting, sweat-slicked and spent. The room was silent except for their ragged breathing and the distant sound of waves.
After a long moment, she turned her head to look at him. A slow, lazy smile spread across her lips. “About time,” she said.
He laughed, pulling her closer, his arm wrapping around her waist. She didn’t resist, settling into the curve of his body. “Worth the wait?” he asked.
She was quiet for a moment, then she tilted her head up and kissed him, soft and sweet. “Maybe,” she whispered against his lips. “We’ll need more practice to be sure.”
He grinned, his hand already roaming down her side.
The night was far from over.
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Morning sunlight spilled through the thin gap in the curtains, warm and blinding against Y/n’s face.
He groaned quietly, shifting slightly against the mattress, then froze.
Ryujin was asleep beside him.
Not just beside him.
Curled against his chest, one arm lazily draped over his stomach while his hand rested against her waist like it belonged there.
The blanket was tangled around both of them. Their clothes from the night before were scattered carelessly across the floor.
And suddenly every memory from last night came crashing back all at once. The tension finally snapping. The kiss that started angry and turned into something reckless.
Ryujin pushing him backward onto the bed while he laughed breathlessly against her lips. Her hands in his hair. His fingers against her waist. The way neither of them could stop once they started.
Y/n shut his eyes for a second.
Ryujin shifted slightly against him, face pressing briefly into his shoulder before her eyes slowly opened.
There was a long pause. Then another. Neither of them moved. Neither of them spoke.
Ryujin blinked up at him sleepily, clearly still half-awake. Then realization hit her. Her eyes widened slightly.
Y/n waited for the yelling. Or the insult. Or the immediate death threat.
Instead he got, “…Why are you awake?” she mumbled hoarsely.
He stared at her. “That’s your first question?”
“You breathe too loud.”
“I literally wasn’t breathing.”
“Good. Keep doing that.”
Y/n let out a quiet laugh before he could stop himself.
Ryujin looked up at him again.
And for a second, everything softened. No arguing. No sarcasm. Just warm morning light and the two of them are way too close together.
Then someone started banging aggressively on the bedroom door. “RISE AND SHINE LOVEBIRDS,” Bobby yelled.
Both of them jumped violently.
Ryujin immediately shoved herself away from Y/n while he nearly fell off the bed trying to untangle himself from the blanket. “GO AWAY,” Ryujin shouted instantly.
“Oh my god they’re alive,” Yuna’s voice came from outside. “Wait. Why does she sound panicked?”
“Hold on,” Barry said dramatically. “Wait wait wait.”
A dangerous silence fell outside the door. Then, “NO WAY.”
“NO WAY,” Chaeryeong echoed louder.
Y/n covered his face with one hand. “We’re gonna die,” he muttered.
Ryujin grabbed the nearest pillow and threw it directly at him. “This is your fault.”
“How is this MY fault?!”
“You made a move!”
“You kissed me back!”
“And whose idea was that?”
“You literally climbed on top of me!”
Ryujin opened her mouth. Paused. Then pointed at him angrily. “Don’t use facts against me.”
Outside the room, the group was losing their minds. “I KNEW IT,” Bobby screamed.
“John owes me fifty dollars!” Yuna yelled.
“I said give them three days,” Lia laughed.
Yeji sounded deeply satisfied. “Finally.”
Ryujin buried her face into her hands. “I hate all of you!”
“Correction,” Barry called through the door. “You hated each other.”
Y/n slowly looked over at Ryujin. Ryujin slowly looked back at him. And annoyingly, neither of them denied it.
Another beat of silence passed.
Then Bobby banged on the door again. “OPEN UP. WE WANT DETAILS.”
“YOU’RE GETTING A TRIP TO THE MORGE INSTEAD,” Ryujin yelled back.
“Worth it!” Bobby answered immediately.
Y/n laughed under his breath again while dragging a hand through his already messy hair.
Ryujin looked over at him instantly. “You think this is funny?”
“A little.”
“We’re never hearing the end of this.”
“That part is definitely true.”
Outside the room the group was still yelling over each other. “Someone check if they’re blushing!” Yuna shouted.
“I KNOW THEY’RE BLUSHING,” Chaeryeong yelled back.
Ryujin groaned dramatically before falling backward onto the mattress again and covering her face with a pillow. “This vacation is ruined.”
Y/n looked down at her for a second. Hair messy. Oversized shirt slipping slightly off one shoulder. Still half wrapped in his blanket. And somehow even while aggressively hiding under a pillow, she looked cute.
Which was a dangerous realization to have this early in the morning. “You’re staring again,” Ryujin’s muffled voice came from under the pillow.
Y/n blinked. “How did you even know?”
“You do this weird silent thing first.”
“That’s not real.”
“It absolutely is.”
He opened his mouth to argue. Then stopped. Because maybe she was right. Which was deeply unfortunate.
Ryujin slowly lowered the pillow just enough to look at him again. There was still embarrassment in her expression. Still in disbelief. But underneath all of that, something softer lingered there now too.
Something that definitely hadn’t been there a few days ago. Y/n noticed it immediately. And judging by the way Ryujin looked at him afterward, she noticed the way he was looking at her too.
The room suddenly felt warm again. Too warm.
Neither of them spoke for a second too long.
Another loud knock hit the door. “IF YOU TWO DON’T COME OUT IN FIVE MINUTES,” Bobby yelled, “WE’RE ASSUMING YOU STARTED ROUND TWO.”
Ryujin launched upright so fast she almost headbutted Y/n. “OH MY GOD.”
Y/n was already laughing now. Actually laughing. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”
“You're on top of me right now,” he reminded her again.
Ryujin rolled off of him and pointed at him threateningly. “I need you to stop bringing that up.”
“Can’t. It’s a core memory now.”
She stared at him in genuine betrayal before grabbing another pillow and hitting him directly in the face with it.
And somehow, even while the entire villa lost their minds outside the door, this was the easiest thing they had ever felt between them.
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Under The Table (Part 1)
Fanprose
(Pink = Asa)
6k Words
{ Story Masterlist }
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The funny thing about meeting the love of your life for the first time was that sometimes it didn't feel important at all.
There was no dramatic music, no moment where the universe seemed to stop and point at someone while a spotlight appeared from nowhere.
Sometimes it happened in a flexible university class on a Tuesday afternoon.
And neither person even noticed.
They just lived in the same world, at the same time and didn't know what the future had in store for them.
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The classroom was half full.
Which was honestly impressive for a flexible elective. Most students only showed up when attendance became threatening.
Y/n slipped into a seat near the middle, not too close to the front, not too close to the back. The perfect location for someone hoping to survive ninety minutes without being asked questions.
He dropped his backpack beside his chair and pulled out his laptop, pretending to pay attention while actually trying to calculate how many weeks remained in the semester.
Not many.
Like 6 more weeks, that might still seem like a lit but there will be like 2 more assessments anyways.
Thank God.
The professor was discussing something involving assessment criteria, participation expectations, and several other things nobody was emotionally invested enough to remember.
And then someone sat down a couple seats away from him.
Asa.
Not that he knew her name yet, at that moment she was just another student, another face in a room filled with faces.
She dropped into her chair with a coffee in one hand and her phone in the other, looking mildly annoyed at something she'd just read, a few seconds later she sighed dramatically and muttered something under her breath that made the girl beside her laugh.
Asa immediately launched into what was apparently a very passionate complaint.
Y/n heard exactly none of it.
He was busy opening a document he hadn't started.
And Asa didn't notice him either.
The professor began talking, the lecture had officially started.
Some people took notes, others pretended to. There was one guy in the back who fell asleep before the first slide ended.
And the two people who would one day share an apartment, a cat, a ring, and an entire future spent the next hour existing less than twenty feet apart without exchanging a single word.
If someone had walked into that classroom and told them where things would end up, neither would have believed it.
Because nothing about that day felt significant.
It was just Tuesday.
‘Cute.’ That was about the extent of his thought.
He didn't know her name and had never spoken to her and he had no reason to think he'd ever speak to her.
Asa knew exactly who Y/n was. She didn’t know him personally. She only knew what he looked like and she knew his name because he answered questions in class and talked often and he was the guy who always arrived right before class started.
She knew him as the guy who somehow looked awake despite the class being scheduled at an ungodly hour, the guy who occasionally made the people around him laugh without trying.
But university wasn't high school, people didn't just randomly walk up to strangers, especially not strangers who seemed perfectly content sitting with their friends.
So she never said anything.
And neither did he.
Which was how things stayed for the next couple weeks.
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"The project will be completed in pairs." The professor said
Collective suffering immediately filled the room.
The professor continued talking and pointed to his lecture notes but nobody listened.
Because every student was currently experiencing the exact same fear.
Group work.
One of the worst inventions in human history.
"Partners will be assigned randomly."
Oh, well would you look at that. It got even worse.
Y/n rubbed his face. "Fantastic."
Johnny beside him snorted.
The lecturer began reading names.
“Johnny with Jimin”
“Oh well farewell Dude.” Johnny hit his shoulder.
“Yeah thanks.”
Some more students paired off, some looked relieved and the others looked horrified.
"Y/n." He looked up.
"Yes Sir?"
The professor checked the sheet. "You'll be working with Asa." He pointed to where she sat.
‘Oh, it's the pretty girl,’ he thought.
This’ll be fun.
He stood up and walked towards where she sat, she was alone at this point.
Their first conversation between them lasted approximately twelve seconds.
"Hey, I’m Y/n" And reached his hand out.
"Hi, I’m Asa." She accepted his hand and shook it.
And that was the first time they talked to each other.
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After the class finished, neither of them left.
And no, it wasn’t because they were eager to start the assignment.
Quite the opposite, in fact.
They were both staring at the assessment sheet with the same expression people usually reserved for natural disasters or minor inconveniences.
Students filtered out of the room around them, conversations fading into the hallway as chairs scraped and bags zipped shut.
“You guys gonna stay here?” The professor asked them.
“Uh no we will go.”
“Alright. Close the door on your way out, I’m hungry.” He said as he was walking towards the door.
“Yes Sir.”
Asa remained seated for a moment, turning the pages over like the answers might somehow be hiding on the back.
Y/n packed his laptop into his bag before glancing over. She was still reading, somehow making the exact same face he imagined he was making. "Library?"
Asa looked up immediately. "Yes please."
Five minutes later they were walking across campus together.
The afternoon sun hung overhead, warm enough that students had claimed every available patch of grass between buildings. Groups sat under trees. Some sat in a circle on the grass playing music.
The campus buzzed with that strange mixture of productivity and procrastination that seemed to define university life.
For a little while they walked in the comfortable silence of two people who hadn't known each other an hour ago and were still figuring out what to say.
Asa was the first to break it. "So what's your major?"
Y/n glanced over. "Business."
She nodded. "That explains why you looked disappointed instead of terrified."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"Business students always look like they've already accepted their suffering."
Y/n laughed. "That's not true."
"It absolutely is."
"You've known me for like ten minutes."
"And I've spent those ten minutes observing you."
"That's concerning."
"It should be." The smile she gave him afterward made it obvious she was joking.
“Ok. What about you? What's your major?”
“Me?” She said while placing her hand on her chest. “Oh my major is the arts.”
“You know, that makes sense.”
“How so?”
“You give off a vibe. In a good way I promise.”
“Mmm thanks.” She accepted the compliment with a smile on her face.
They reached the library and headed upstairs, eventually finding an empty table tucked near a window overlooking the campus courtyard. It was one of those quiet study areas where everyone respected the unspoken rule of keeping conversations low.
Asa immediately dropped into a chair and spread the assignment papers across the table like she was preparing for battle.
Y/n sat opposite her.
For a moment, neither said anything. Both of them just staring at the document.
The assignment itself was terrible. It wasn’t difficult. Just confusing.
The instructions somehow managed to contain hundreds of words while explaining absolutely nothing. Every paragraph seemed to answer a question nobody had asked while avoiding every question they actually had.
He would be impressed if he wasn't the one that had to do it.
They both carried the vague hope that the other person understood it better.
Y/n leaned back into his chair and rubbed a hand over his face. "Tell me you understand what we're supposed to do."
Asa stared at him. Then slowly lifted the assessment sheet. "I was actually hoping you understood."
They both looked down at the document. Then at each other. Then back at the document.
They started laughing at nothing in particular. "Oh, we're screwed."
"We're absolutely screwed."
"I have no idea what this means."
"I thought I was stupid."
"I went over it like five times."
"Did it help?"
"No."
"Yeahh, It didn't help me either."
Y/n laughed again, shaking his head. "At least we're failing together."
"That's kind of beautiful, actually."
"That's the nicest way anyone has ever described an academic disaster."
"Thank you." She gave a small mock bow from her chair.
For the next twenty minutes they attempted to decipher the assignment.
Keyword being : attempted.
Every solution they came up with somehow created three more questions. Every clarification led to another confusing section.
At one point Asa circled an entire paragraph and pushed the paper toward him. "Read this."
He did, frowned, then read it again. "What does it mean?"
"I don't know."
"But you circled it."
"Yes."
"That doesn't answer my question."
"I circled it because I thought maybe you'd know."
"I thought you were showing me something important."
"It is important."
"Why?"
"Because I don't understand it."
Y/n stared at her for a second. Then laughed so hard he had to cover his mouth when someone studying nearby shot them a glare. "You're impossible."
"We’ve known each other for forty minutes and you're already insulting me."
"I'm making observations."
"Oh, so now you're observing."
"See?” He gestured to himself. “Business student." He had a stupid grin on his face.
"That doesn't even make sense."
“I’m good at arguing.”
She sighed with disappointment and put her head back down.
Eventually they gave up trying to understand the instructions and started breaking the assignment into pieces instead.
That helped enough that they could at least identify what needed to be done.
The panic shifted from ‘What are we doing?’ to ‘How are we doing it?’
Which felt like progress.
As they worked, the conversation gradually drifted away from the assignment. Suddenly they were talking about themselves more than the project.
"What year are you in?" Asa asked while typing notes into her laptop.
"Third year."
"Same."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"You seem older."
Her head snapped up. "Excuse me?"
"I don't mean old." He defended himself quickly.
"You literally just called me old."
"I didn't."
"You absolutely did."
"I meant mature."
She pointed at him dramatically. "You are Recovering. But poorly."
Y/n laughed. "You know, most people wait longer before threatening their assignment partner."
"I'm not threatening you."
"You pointed at me menacingly."
"You called me old. We’re even." A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth before she looked back down at her screen.
A few minutes later she asked another question.
Where he grew up, what subjects he liked, which professors he hated.
The conversation flowed very easily between the two of them.
Normally Y/n took time to warm up around people. It's not like he is a shy person, just careful around new people.
But talking to Asa felt different, like there was never a moment where either person had to force the conversation forward.
Hours passed before either of them noticed. The sunlight outside the window had almost left completely. The library had grown quieter.
And somehow they'd managed to finish more work than either of them had expected.
Asa stretched her arms above her head and groaned dramatically. "My brain is melting."
Y/n glanced at the clock. "Oh."
"What?"
"We've been here for three hours."
"What?" She immediately checked her phone. "Three hours?"
"You sound offended."
"I am offended."
"By time?"
"By how fast it moved."
That surprised him. Not because of what she said. But because he'd been thinking the exact same thing.
Then Asa closed her laptop. "We should probably leave before we accidentally become permanent residents."
"Good idea."
They packed their things, slung bags over their shoulders and headed toward the exit.
Campus felt different now, they hadn't ever stayed at campus after dark. It was the quietest they had ever seen.
As they walked outside together, the afternoon air felt cooler than before.
Neither seemed particularly eager to say goodbye, which was strange because just a few hours ago they had been strangers.
At the base of the library steps, Asa stopped. "Same time tomorrow?"
Y/n looked at her. It was for the assignment, obviously but something about the question felt oddly important anyway. "Yeah," he said. Then smiled. "Same time tomorrow."
Asa smiled back and neither of them realized it yet but somewhere between getting paired together and laughing about how completely screwed they were, something had already started.
Just the first small spark of connection.
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Days passed and the assignment slowly came together.
And while working this assignment, something else started to bloom. Neither of them mentioned it but they noticed it.
The texts that started about university changed to late-night conversations, random memes, sending photos of things throughout the day, inside jokes that the two of them shared.
~~~
Asa🌸
Look at this dog I saw!!
That by far has to be the cutest dog I've ever seen.
I know right!
Like I kinda want to get a dog now.
Maybe start with a cat to get used to the fur
Yeah maybe
One day
~~~
A friendship that somehow skipped several stages and became important very quickly.
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The day they submitted the assignment should’ve been the end of their talking. That was usually group assignments worked.
Group project finished. Partnership over. Good luck with your life.
But instead they kept in contact. Almost everyday they had a conversation, whether it was in person or through messages, they always talked.
For example, a couple weeks after they handed the assignment in, Y/n had just got back to his apartment and wanted to use this time to eat some food and relax but then Y/n got a text.
~~~
Asa🌸
We got through the assignment.
Barely.
Still counts.
Trauma bonds count?
I think legally they do.
Bonds you know
~~~
And that conversation between them lasted until two in the morning.
Just casual talking.
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Months passed since the assignment finished.
And you wanna know what didn’t finish.
The friendship.
Actually, if anything, it got worse.
Or better.
Depending on who you asked.
The dynamic between Asa and Y/n changed. They started studying together even when they didn't share classes, started grabbing lunch together, started becoming the first person the other wanted to tell things to. All kinds of news.
And somewhere along the way, Y/n realized he was in trouble.
Because he liked her.
A ridiculous amount.
Borderline about to get on one knee.
The realization of this, hit him during a completely ordinary afternoon.
Asa was sitting across from him in a café. Talking about something. He wasn't entirely sure what, maybe about what her friends did to themselves that she got personally affected by.
Because he'd gotten distracted. Watching her laugh, watching her smile, watching the way she got animated when she cared about something.
And then suddenly,
Oh.
Oh no.
He liked her.
Like, really liked her.
The kind that made his heart act stupid.
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For the next three weeks he suffered.
And it wasn’t just him who suffered.
Johnny got tired of hearing about it. "Just ask her out."
"What if she says no?"
"Then you'll know."
"I hate that answer."
"It’s the answer you’re gonna get from me."
"It's a terrible answer."
“No one said it had to be good advice. Maybe if you had asked her out sooner I would give better advice.”
“You suck you know that.”
“I am well aware.”
“Ok fine.” Y/n decided he was going to do it. “Imma do it. I am going to ask her out.”
“Really.”
“Yep.” No more waiting. No more overthinking. No more spending entire nights analyzing text messages. He was going to ask her out. “I am going to ask her out.”
“Thats fantastic–”
“Tomorrow.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Absolutely tomorrow. I will ask her out tomorrow.”
Johnny just stared at his idiot friend. “You are beyond help.”
“That thought has popped up in my head a lot this week.”
“I can’t deal with you anymore. Go talk to your mother. I am pawing you off.”
“No, it's fine. Tomorrow I will ask her out. Finally.” One hundred percent. No backing out.
“Don’t call me if she says no.”
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The next day he arrived early to where he had asked to meet her.
His heart was pounding out of his chest, he felt like he couldn’t breath. “Pull yourself together Y/n, you can’t die yet.”
Asa arrived a few minutes later, smiling the second she spotted him and seeing that made everything worse.
Because now she was even prettier.
He was going to die. "Hey."
"Hey."
They sat down together. Y/n inhaled slowly. ‘Okay. Now. Just do it. Before you lose your nerve.’
"Actually," he began.
And at the exact same time.
"As a matter of fact," Asa said.
Both paused with a smile.
"You go."
"No, you."
"You."
"No, you can go first."
They stared at each other. Then laughed. Again.
Finally Asa shook her head. "No. I'm doing it before I lose my nerve."
Y/n blinked. "...Lose your nerve?"
She took a breath. Looked directly at him. And said, "Would you like to go on a date with me?"
Y/n stared. Brain completely empty.
Asa immediately looked horrified. "Oh my God."
"No."
"No?"
"Way."
"What?"
"No way."
She started laughing. "Oh no."
"I was literally about to ask you."
Her eyes widened. "You were?"
"Yes."
"Seriously?"
"Yes."
Asa covered her face. Laughing harder. "That's actually embarrassing."
"I know."
"We're idiots."
"We really are."
For a moment neither of them could stop laughing. Not because it was particularly funny.
But because all the tension they'd been carrying for the past week had suddenly collapsed at once.
Those walks back from class where each had secretly wondered if the other might feel the same way. Apparently they had both arrived at the exact same conclusion and apparently they had both chosen the exact same day to do something about it.
Eventually Asa lowered her hands and her cheeks were pink but the smile was still on her face. "So..." she said.
"So..."
"Does that mean yes?"
Y/n stared at her. "Are you serious?"
"I'm asking for clarification."
"You literally asked me out."
"And?"
"And I was about to ask you out."
"Yes."
"So the answer is obviously yes."
She laughed again. "Good."
"Good?"
"I would've looked really stupid if you said no."
Y/n pointed at her. "Hey. That's my line."
"Too slow."
"Unbelievable."
"You'll survive."
The scary thing was that she was right.
A few minutes ago he thought he was going to have a heart attack and now he felt lighter than he had in weeks.
Asa leaned back in her chair. That smile was still on her face, looking entirely too pleased with herself. "So."
Y/n narrowed his eyes. "So."
"Where were you going to take me?"
His brain immediately short-circuited. "What?"
"The date."
"You assume I had a plan?"
"You absolutely had a plan."
"I had concepts of a plan."
"Concepts?"
"Very strong concepts."
She laughed. "That's not reassuring."
"Well I don't have to tell you now."
"And why not?"
"Because technically you asked me so technically you should have a date plan."
Her mouth dropped open. "Oh, that's evil."
"I learned from the best."
"I've done nothing of the sort."
"You emotionally ambushed me."
"You were literally about to do the same thing."
"But I didn't, so that's not important."
"It seems important."
They sat there smiling at each other.
Eventually Asa tilted her head. "Can I tell you something?"
"Sure."
"I genuinely thought you weren't interested."
Y/n blinked and laughed."...What?"
She laughed. "No, seriously."
"Why did you think that?"
"You never flirted with me."
"I absolutely flirted."
"You did not."
"I did."
"Name one time."
Y/n opened his mouth, paused, then closed it again.
Asa immediately pointed. "Exactly."
"No, wait."
She leaned back, "I'm waiting."
He sat there with his head in his hands then popped up, "There was that time in the library."
"What time?"
"When I..." He stopped because whatever memory he'd been about to use suddenly sounded much less impressive out loud.
Asa folded her arms. Smug. "Go on."
"I complimented your presentation…"
"Y/n."
"What?"
"That's not flirting."
"It wasn't?"
"No."
"Then I've misunderstood a lot about human interaction."
She laughed so hard she nearly knocked her drink over. "Oh my God."
"What?"
"You genuinely thought that counted."
"It was a really good presentation."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
Then they both started laughing again and that was the thing Y/n kept noticing.
There was no pressure to be someone else, no need to impress her.
By the time they finally looked at the clock, nearly forty minutes had passed.
"So..." she said quietly.
"Yeah?"
"Do you actually want to go on a date with me?"
The question caught him off guard, not because he didn't know the answer but more because of how sincere she sounded.
Like she genuinely wanted to hear me say it.
Y/n's expression softened. "Asa."
"Hm?" Her head was looking down at her hands.
"I've been trying to work up the courage to ask you out for like two weeks."
She looked at me with her eyes wide. "Two weeks?"
"At least."
"Seriously?"
"I even asked Johnny for advice."
She immediately winced. "Oh no."
"Exactly."
"What did he tell you?"
"At first, he told me to 'just be cool. But by the end of it he told me to ‘just do it’ and that ‘I am beyond help.'”
Asa burst out laughing. "That's terrible advice."
"Yeah I know."
"You're the least cool person I've ever met."
He made a little sound and placed his hand on his chest. "Thank you."
"You're welcome."
He shook his head and the answer felt incredibly simple. "Yeah," he said softly. "I really want to go on a date with you."
For the first time since he'd met her, Asa looked genuinely speechless. But it only lasted a second.
And Y/n would later remember that exact moment more clearly than almost anything else from university.
"Good," she said quietly.
"Good?"
"Because I really want to go on a date with you too."
And just like that.
The thing they'd both spent weeks building up in their heads finally happened.
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Their first date was the following Friday.
It wasn’t anything overly complicated because neither of them wanted it complicated.
The entire week leading up to it had felt absurdly long.
Y/n had spent most of it alternating between excitement and panic. One minute he'd be smiling to himself while walking across campus and the next he'd be questioning every life decision he'd ever made.
Meanwhile, Asa had somehow managed to look completely normal every time he saw her.
Which only made him more suspicious because there was no way she was calm about this.
Either she was just better at hiding it.
Or maybe she enjoyed watching him suffer.
Both options seemed equally possible.
By Friday evening, Y/n had changed outfits three separate times. The first shirt made him look too formal. The second made him look like he wasn't trying at all. The third somehow annoyed him for reasons he couldn't explain.
Eventually he settled on something simple and spent the next ten minutes staring at himself in the mirror. "Pull yourself together," he muttered.
The restaurant they'd chosen sat on a quiet corner near the city center. Just warm lighting, good food, and enough privacy to actually hold a conversation.
Exactly what they wanted.
They had agreed to meet at 6:30, Y/n had arrived first.
Not because he was trying to be impressive. Because he had left his apartment twenty minutes early out of nervousness and then walked faster than intended.
Now he was standing outside checking the time every thirty seconds like a man awaiting a medical diagnosis.
Then he saw her and immediately forgot every thought he'd been having.
Asa was walking toward the restaurant with her hands tucked into the pockets of her coat.
And she smiled the second she spotted him, it felt like a smile that was especially for him. That one look made his heart skip a beat.
She reached him a moment later. "Hey."
Her voice was casual. Normal even. As though she wasn't currently causing severe problems for his ability to function.
"Hey." He smiled at her. Normally? I don’t know.
Asa's smile widened slightly. "You okay?"
"No." The smile stayed on his face without changing one bit.
That made her laugh immediately. "Good."
"Good?"
"Good as in, I was worried I was the only nervous one here."
"You looked completely calm."
"That's because I'm really good at lying and masking my face."
"Oh."
"Yeah, internally though, I'm having a crisis."
"That actually makes me feel much better."
"Happy to help."
Together they headed inside. A hostess greeted them and led them toward a table near the window.
Asa reached for her chair automatically. Only to pause when Y/n stepped forward first. He pulled the chair out for her.
For a second she looked surprised. "Thank you," she said softly.
The smile she gave him afterward made the simple gesture feel far more significant than it probably should have.
Y/n felt proud of himself. "You're welcome."
She sat down on the pulled out chair and he pushed the chair in gently before taking his own seat across from her.
For a moment they didn’t say anything. Just smiling and looking at each other.
This was a date, with the person they'd both spent weeks wanting to ask out.
"What? Why are you making that face?" Asa asked.
"I was thinking."
"That's dangerous."
"Very."
"What were you thinking?"
Y/n shook his head. "Just how it’s ridiculous it took us this long to do this."
"Oh." Asa smiled into her menu. "Yeah."
"It would've been really awkward if we'd waited another month to confess."
"Would've gone crazy overthinking if nothing was said that day."
"True."
The waiter arrived and orders were placed.
And once the initial nervousness faded, everything became easy again. Just like it had been since the day they met.
Hours disappeared without either of them noticing. They talked about university, their families, childhood stories, terrible jobs they'd worked.
At one point Asa spent ten straight minutes describing a coworker who somehow managed to break the same office printer three separate times.
Y/n laughed so hard he nearly dropped his fork.
"No, because you're not understanding," she said, pointing dramatically.
"I'm trying to."
"He broke it.”
“Mmm.”
"Three times."
"Still with you."
"In one week."
Y/n stared. "...How the heck?"
"Nobody knows."
"That's impressive."
"It shouldn't be."
"No, it absolutely is." She laughed and Y/n found himself staring for half a second longer than he probably should have.
Because she'd always been pretty. He knew that. He wasn't blind.
But tonight felt different.
Now he could actually let himself notice it. The way she got animated whenever she told a story, the way she smiled when she caught him looking.
Unfortunately, Asa noticed everything.
Including that.
Her eyebrow lifted slightly.
Y/n immediately looked away.
Which only made her grin. "You're staring."
"What? No, I'm not."
"You absolutely are."
"I'm listening."
"To my face?"
"That's where the story is coming from."
She burst out laughing. "That's the worst defense you've used all night."
"It’s working."
"It’s really not." Y/n shook his head, smiling despite himself.
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Still at dinner and everything was going well until disaster struck.
It was a tiny one.
But a disaster nonetheless.
It happened while they were laughing.
Asa had just finished telling a story about accidentally sending a text to the wrong person. A story so embarrassing Y/n was convinced he would never recover if it happened to him.
"No, because then she replied–" Asa reached across the table instinctively. Her fingers brushing lightly against the back of his hand. Just for a second. A completely innocent touch.
Y/n's brain immediately stopped working. Every thought vanished.
Asa was still laughing. Still talking. Still touching his hand.
And Y/n, in a desperate attempt to appear normal, reached for his water.
The glass slipped.
Water immediately spilled across the table.
Directly into his lap.
The glass wobbled dramatically before settling.
A long pause followed.
"Oh my God." Asa doubled over laughing.
Y/n dropped his face into his hands. "No."
"Did you just spill water because I touched your hand?" Still laughing hard.
"No."
"You absolutely did."
"No."
"Y/n."
"No."
She laughed harder. Actual tears forming in her eyes. "This is the best thing that's happened all week."
"I hate this."
"Do you? Cause I am loving it." Laughing even harder, if that is even possible.
"I really do. I’m so embarrassed."
"You looked so confident." She slowly calmed down.
"I was."
"And then?"
"...You touched my hand."
That somehow made her laugh hard again. A nearby couple glanced over.
Y/n briefly considered leaving the country. He covered his face. "I'm leaving."
"No you're not."
"I'm moving countries."
"You absolutely are not." She laughed so hard she nearly cried.
That made him laugh too.
Asa managed to calm down enough to breathe again. Though every time she looked at him she started smiling all over.
And that made Y/n smile because her laugh was worth the embarrassment, every single time.
The date continued long after that.
The food eventually disappeared, plates were cleared away and the restaurant grew quieter as other customers left.
Neither of them seemed eager for the night to end, for the first time since they'd met, neither had to wonder anymore because they already knew.
They liked each other.
A lot.
And every minute spent together only seemed to confirm it.
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The date lasted far longer than either of them intended, the restaurant closed around them forcing them back into reality. Neither seemed particularly happy about it.
So Y/n walked her home.
The city felt quieter at night, streetlights casting warm pools of gold across the pavement, air cool enough to be comfortable.
They walked slowly. Neither wanting the night to end.
When they finally reached her apartment building, they didn’t move, didn't rush to say goodbye.
They just stood there smiling and looking at each other. "I had a really good time tonight."
Y/n looked at her. "Yeah, so did I."
"Yeah?"
"Honestly?" He laughed softly. "Best date I've ever been on."
Asa's smile widened. "Good answer."
"It's true."
"I know."
"I mean it."
"I know."
He was still talking, still trying to put feelings into words. Asa stepped forward, grabbed the front of his jacket and kissed him.
She tasted faintly like dessert and coffee, one hand resting against his chest, the other curled into his jacket.
When they finally pulled apart they didn’t move very far, foreheads touching, smiling like complete idiots.
Asa looked up at him and asked quietly, "Would you like to come up?"
Y/n didn't even hesitate. "Absolutely I do."
She grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the lobby door.
She walked up the stairs and he followed closely behind, they didn’t want to rush, they both knew that they were on the same page.
This felt like a scene out of ‘Hadestown.’ Will she turn to see if he is behind her, like Orpheus and Eurydice.
She did.
She turned slightly to look at him, he was looking at her already. A soft smile appeared on her face when she turned the corner to where her apartment was.
She put her key into the door and unlocked it, “Come on in.”
He had been in her place a handful of times, but this time right now, felt much different compared to those times.
The door to Asa's apartment clicked shut, but the sound felt distant, as if they had already stepped into a different dimension the moment the lock turned.
The entryway was dim, lit only by a small lamp in the living room, casting shadows that danced across the walls. For a few moments, they just stood there.
The silence was heavy, two people who had spent months pretending their hearts didn’t race every time their shoulders brushed.
Y/n didn't let her move an inch.
He stepped into her space, his hands finding the curve of her waist with a tender grip, pulling her flush against him.
Asa let out a tiny, shaky breath, a sound of complete surrender, as she wound her arms around his neck, her fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him down to her level.
"I can't believe we waited this long," she whispered, her voice fragile, her lips against his lips.
"I think I would have died if we did," he murmured back, his forehead resting against hers. "I’ve wanted to do this since the day you said that you ‘observe’ me."
Asa let out a soft, breathless laugh that was swallowed by his mouth as he kissed her again.
It was the feeling of two puzzle pieces finally clicking into place after months of hovering just beside one another, afraid to make the first move.
Slowly, almost instinctively, they began to move toward the bedroom, though they never truly broke the kiss.
They moved as one entity, their footsteps clumsy and desperate. They stumbled slightly over a stray shoe in the hallway, a small domestic mishap that made them both giggle softly into each other's mouths before they finally reached the edge of the bed.
Y/n pulled back for a second, bracing himself on his elbows. He looked at her with such raw, unfiltered adoration that Asa felt her heart swell, almost painfully.
He reached up, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw, his touch as light as a feather, as if he were afraid she might vanish if he pressed too hard.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice thick with a sincerity that made her tremble. "I don't think you have any idea."
Asa felt a flush creep up her neck. She reached up, mirroring his touch, her palm resting against his cheek. "You're not so bad yourself, Business man."
He chuckled, the sound vibrating in his chest, and leaned down to press a lingering kiss to the sensitive dip of her collarbone. Asa gasped, her back arching slightly, her fingers tightening in his shirt.
With slow, deliberate movements, they began to undress each other. There was no rush, no frantic tearing of fabric. Instead, every inch of skin revealed was treated like a precious secret.
Y/n’s hands were trembling slightly as he helped her out of her clothes. He traced the slope of her shoulder, the curve of her ribs, his touch leaving trails of fire in its wake.
When she mirrored the action, sliding his shirt over his head and feeling the hard muscle of his chest beneath her palms, she let out a soft hum of approval.
She could feel the erratic, hammering thumping of his heart against her hand. "See?" she teased softly, her voice husky and low. "You're still nervous."
"I'm terrified," he admitted, pulling her close so their bare chests met. The heat of her skin against his was an explosion of sensation, a physical shock that made his head spin. "But it's because I want this to be perfect. I want you to feel everything I feel for you."
They lay back together, limbs intertwining. They spent a long time just exploring the geography of one another with soft kisses and wandering hands.
Y/n traced the curve of her hip and the dip of her waist, marveling at how perfectly she fit against him, as if she had been designed specifically to be held by him.
He kissed her eyelids, the tip of her nose, and the soft skin behind her ear, treating her with a reverence that made Asa feel cherished and safe.
As the tension climbed, the tenderness shifted into something more urgent. When he finally moved to enter her, he paused, his eyes locking onto hers, searching for a sign, a nod, a breath, a confirmation.
Y/n paused at the entrance, the head of his length brushing against her aching heat. He was trembling, his muscles taut and strained from the effort of not simply losing himself in her immediately.
He looked down at her, her hair sprawled across the pillow like a dark halo, her eyes glazed with a desperate, shimmering hunger. "Are you sure?" he whispered, his voice a low, guttural rasp.
Asa didn’t answer with words. She couldn't. Instead, she arched her hips upward, a silent, pleading invitation, and reached down with a steady hand to guide him. The moment he felt her fingers wrap around him, guiding him to the center of her heat, a low growl escaped his throat.
He pushed forward, slowly at first, savoring the agonizingly perfect sensation of her stretching to accommodate him.
Asa let out a long, shuddering gasp, her eyes fluttering shut as she felt him filling her, inch by inch.
It was a slow, heavy invasion that felt less like a physical act and more like two puzzle pieces finally clicking into place after a lifetime of being apart.
As he slid deeper, the tightness of her walls gripped him with an intensity that nearly made his vision blur. He stopped when he was buried deep, their pelvic bones colliding with a soft thud.
They both froze, trapped in a moment of pure, overwhelming sensory overload. The feeling of being completely merged, skin to skin, heat to heat, was almost too much to bear.
"Oh my God," Asa whimpered, her voice breaking. "Y/n... you're... you're so..."
"I've got you," he breathed, his forehead resting against hers, their breaths mingling in the small space between them. "I've got you."
He waited for her body to adjust, for the initial shock to melt into pleasure. Then, he began to move.
He pulled back slowly, almost entirely leaving her, only to plunge back in with a sudden, forceful depth that made Asa cry out, her back arching off the mattress. The sound sparked something primal in him. He began to establish a rhythm, steady, deep, and relentless.
Each thrust was deliberate, a heavy, sliding friction that ignited a fire in the pit of his stomach. He watched her face, mesmerized by the way her expression shifted from shock to sheer, unadulterated ecstasy.
Every time he hit the deepest part of her, Asa’s toes curled and she let out a strangled, high-pitched moan that drove him wild.
The friction built, the wet sounds of their union filling the quiet room. Y/n shifted his angle, tilting his hips to grind against her most sensitive spot.
The effect was instantaneous. Asa’s eyes snapped open, her pupils blown wide, and she gripped his shoulders so hard her nails left crescent moons in his skin.
"Right there," she gasped, her voice a desperate plea. "Don't... don't stop. Please, don't stop."
He didn't. He accelerated, the pace turning frantic. He wasn't just moving inside her; he was trying to merge with her, to erase the boundary between where he ended and she began. The bed groaned beneath them, the rhythmic slap of their bodies echoing the pounding of his heart.
Asa was unraveling beneath him. Her breaths became short, jagged sobs of pleasure, her hips rising to meet every one of his thrusts, chasing the friction, demanding more. She was shaking now, her entire body vibrating with a tension that had been building for months.
"Y/n, I'm... I'm close... I can't..."
Hearing her break was the final trigger. Y/n abandoned all restraint, his movements becoming powerful and raw. He drove into her one last time, burying himself as deep as physically possible, and held her there, pinning her to the bed.
The climax hit Asa like a tidal wave. She screamed his name into the crook of his neck, her internal muscles clamping around him in powerful, rhythmic contractions that squeezed him relentlessly.
The sensation was too much.
Y/n felt his own control snap. With a loud, guttural groan, he surrendered to the pressure, his body shuddering violently as he poured everything into her, filling her with a warmth that felt like a seal on a promise they had both made without speaking.
They collapsed into each other, lungs burning, skin slick with sweat, still joined and trembling in the wreckage of their own desire.
In that moment, the universe shrank until it consisted only of the two of them, dissolved into a single entity of gold and heat.
Afterward, as the adrenaline faded and the silence returned, Y/n didn't pull away. He collapsed softly beside her, pulling the blanket over their tangled limbs and her head moving to the crook of his neck.
He kissed the top of her head, his heart slowly returning to a normal pace as he felt her breathing even out against his chest.
For a long time after, neither of them moved. They stayed entwined, their hearts beating in a frantic, shared tempo, the silence of the room filled only by the sound of their recovering breath.
Y/n eventually shifted, kissing her forehead and pulling her close against his chest.
"So," Asa whispered, her voice small and exhausted, a tiny, mischievous smile playing on her lips.
"So?" Y/n asked.
"I think this was a much better date plan than 'concepts of a plan'."
Y/n laughed, the sound rich and happy, as he held the love of his life in the quiet aftermath. “Definitely.”
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Under The Table
Fanprose
A page that holds all the chapters of this series
Part 1 - The Start Of Something New (S)
Part 2 - The Date (S)
Part 3 - You're Mine (S)
Part 4 - Confessions (F)
Part 5 - Say Yes (F)
Part 6 - It Will Be Okay (F)
Part 7 - The Wedding (S)
Just a reminder that you can send in prompts for this story if you want to see a specific storyline following their relationship. 👍👍
Love Scene
Fanprose
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I Guess I Like Rain. I am a big fan of it. It will be mentioned in most of my stories.
'Love Scene - Baekhyun' is the song for this story
‘Show me your eyes full of love
Your eyes and my eyes
The moment they bump into each other, time stops
Hold my cold hands’
This section of the song is the reference for this story.
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The rain had started sometime after midnight. It wasn’t loud enough to wake anyone, but just soft enough to settle over the city like a blanket.
Tiny droplets tapped gently against the apartment windows while distant traffic hummed far below the building, muted by the storm.
Inside the bedroom, everything felt warm.
The blankets were tangled around their legs after a couple of hours of sleep. One of the bedside lamps still glowed faintly because Sullyoon had fallen asleep before remembering to turn it off, leaving the room to be dimly lit.
Y/n slept sprawled across half the bed, one arm tucked under his pillow while the other rested loosely near Sullyoon’s waist.
The apartment was quiet.
Peaceful even.
Until…
A soft sound broke through the silence.
Y/n frowned slightly in his sleep.
Another sound followed a few seconds later.
Barely louder than the rain.
A quiet whimper.
His eyes opened slowly.
For a moment he just blinked at the ceiling, disoriented and still half asleep. His brain struggled to catch up with reality, trying to figure out what had woken him.
Then he heard it again.
A breathy little noise beside him. He turned his head.
Sullyoon was curled toward him underneath the blankets, one cheek pressed into the pillow. Her dark hair had fallen messily across her face sometime during the night, hiding part of her expression.
She looked peaceful. Completely asleep. Y/n stared at her for another second before he relaxed again, assuming she was just dreaming.
Then she whispered his name. “…Y/n…”
His body went completely still. The sound was quiet. Almost too faint to hear over the rain. But he definitely heard it. His eyes widened slightly.
Sullyoon shifted against the mattress, brows pinching together faintly as another tiny breath escaped her lips. “Mm…”
Y/n slowly pushed himself up onto one elbow. “No way,” he whispered.
She didn’t respond. Still asleep.
The oversized hoodie she’d stolen from him earlier had slipped slightly off one shoulder during the night, exposing warm skin in the dim light. One of her legs had tangled unconsciously with his beneath the blankets.
And then, once again. “Y/n…” Another whisper. This time followed by a soft moan.
His throat immediately went dry. He stared at her in disbelief.
You see, normally, Sullyoon acted completely unaffected by him, she teased him constantly, rolled her eyes whenever he flirted too much, pretended she was always calmer than him, more composed and more in control.
Meanwhile she was currently asleep and moaning his name into a pillow.
Y/n dragged a hand down his face slowly. “This cannot be real.”
As if to make things worse, Sullyoon shifted again with another needy little sound. His name again. Quieter this time. Almost desperate. Heat curled low in his stomach instantly.
For a second he genuinely tried to be normal about it. Tried to lay back down and ignore it.
That lasted maybe five seconds.
Because Sullyoon suddenly buried her face deeper into the pillow and let out another breathy noise that nearly destroyed him on the spot.
Y/n exhaled sharply through his nose. “You are actually evil,” he muttered under his breath.
She mumbled something incoherent in response, completely unaware of what she was doing to him.
The rain continued softly outside.
But Inside the room, the tension felt unbearable.
Y/n looked at her for a long moment, trying, and failing, to keep his thoughts together.
He could wake her up normally. He should wake her up normally. That was objectively the right thing to do.
But then Sullyoon whispered his name one more time, breathless and needy in her sleep, and whatever self-control he had left snapped instantly. “Yeah,” he murmured quietly. “Okay. That’s not fair.”
Carefully, he slipped lower beneath the blankets.
The mattress shifted slightly beneath his weight.
Sullyoon stirred faintly but didn’t wake, only letting out another sleepy sound as his hands settled gently against her thighs.
The reaction was immediate. Her breathing hitched.
Even asleep, her body responded instinctively to his touch.
Y/n closed his eyes briefly. “Jesus Christ…” His thumbs brushed slowly against her skin, soothing and careful.
He watched every tiny reaction closely, the way her breathing changed, the faint crease forming between her brows, the subtle movement of her hips beneath the blankets.
“Sullyoon,” he whispered softly.
No response, only another quiet whimper.
His heart pounded harder. He leaned down slowly, pressing a soft kiss against the inside of her thigh.
The second his lips touched her skin, a visible shiver ran through her entire body.
Y/n nearly lost his mind.
Another kiss. Slow enough to tease her awake instead of startling her.
Sullyoon shifted restlessly beneath him, one hand curling weakly into the sheets. “Y/n…” His name left her lips again in a tiny broken sigh.
He actually laughed quietly in disbelief. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me right now.”
Still asleep. Still dreaming about him.
The realization made the entire thing somehow worse.
Or better.
…Probably both.
Y/n kissed her thigh again, slower this time, lingering just enough to pull another soft sound from her throat.
Her hips moved instinctively.
Y/n felt the heat radiating from her, a magnetic pull that made it impossible to stop.
He shifted his weight, sliding his hand higher up her thigh, feeling the soft fabric of the oversized hoodie bunching up as he pushed it aside.
He wanted to see her, to feel every inch of the skin she usually kept so guarded behind a mask of composure.
As his fingers brushed the edge of her underwear, Sullyoon let out a sharp, sudden gasp. Her hips arched instinctively, pressing herself upward into his touch.
It wasn't a conscious movement, but the raw, primal need of someone caught in the throes of a vivid dream.
Y/n’s breath hitched. He leaned in closer, his lips grazing the sensitive skin of her hip, whispering against her skin, "Wake up for me, Sullyoon. Wake up."
She wasn’t a heavy sleeper, she could fall asleep anywhere, but she wasn't a heavy sleeper.
He knew that the further he went, the sooner she would wake up.
He wasn’t too sure if he wanted her to wake up, but he had morals and unless she asked then he wouldn’t go too far.
But in this case, he didn't wait for her to fully surface from her slumber.
His hand slid beneath the lace of her panties, his fingertips finding her already warm and slick.
He lightly made contact with her pussy, she shifted a bit at that, this made him curious to how far he can go before she wakes up.
He leaned in and gave her a kiss where his finger was and the moment he made contact, Sullyoon’s eyes snapped open.
For a few seconds, she looked completely dazed, her pupils blown wide in the dim amber light. She blinked, her gaze focusing on Y/n hovering over her, his expression dark with a hunger she had never seen before.
The memory of her dream, of him, of this exact feeling, clashed with reality, and the friction of it sent a jolt of electricity straight to her core. "Y/n...?" she breathed, her voice raspy and thick with sleep.
"You were calling my name," he murmured, his voice a low, dangerous rumble.
He didn't pull his hand away, instead, he circled her clit with a slow, deliberate pressure that made her back arch off the mattress. "You sounded so desperate. I thought I'd help you out."
The usual composure, the teasing remarks, the eye-rolls, all of it vanished.
Sullyoon let out a strangled moan, her fingers digging into his shoulders, pulling him closer.
The realization that he had heard her, that he had seen her so vulnerable and needy in her sleep, sent a rush of heat through her that eclipsed everything else.
"I...I wasn’t..." she started to protest, but it was cut short as Y/n slid two fingers deep inside her with a sudden, firm thrust.
Sullyoon's head hit the pillow with a soft thud, her mouth falling open in a silent scream of pleasure. She gripped his arm that was just under her chest, her knuckles white, as he began to move his fingers in a rhythmic, punishing pace.
"Were you dreaming about this?" Y/n whispered, leaning down so his lips were brushing against her ear. "Tell me exactly what you wanted me to do to you in that dream, Sullyoon. Tell me now."
Sullyoon's head tilted back, her neck exposed and pulsing. She tried to hold onto her pride for one last second, but as Y/n began to trail slow, wet kisses down the curve of her jaw to the sensitive dip of her collarbone, her resolve shattered.
"I... I can't remember the dream," she breathed, her voice trembling. "But I remember how it felt."
He knew that that was a lie. But he let it pass and decided to amuse her. "And how did it feel?"
He shifted, his hand sliding from her thigh to the small of her back, arching her body upward so there was no space left between them.
The friction of their clothes was becoming an unbearable barrier.
"It felt... like you," she confessed, her eyes fluttering shut. "Like you were everywhere. Like I couldn't get enough."
Y/n groaned, the sound vibrating against her skin.
He stopped teasing.
He captured her lips in a kiss that was less of a question and more of a claim, deep, demanding, and tasting of desperate longing.
Sullyoon met him with equal passion, her fingers digging into his shoulders, pulling him down as if she were drowning and he was the only thing keeping her afloat.
The rain outside grew heavier, a rhythmic drumming that drowned out everything except the sound of their synchronized breathing and the wet, sloppy sounds of their mouths colliding.
Y/n broke the kiss for a moment, his chest heaving. He looked down at her, flushed, disheveled, and completely undone. The ‘composed’ Sullyoon was gone, replaced by a girl who was staring at him with a hunger that matched his own.
"You're so loud when you're awake," he whispered, a smirk playing on his lips even as his eyes remained dark.
Sullyoon reached down, her hands finding the hem of his shirt and tugging it upward with a sudden, fierce impatience. "Shut up," she gasped, “make me louder."
She couldn't speak, she could only whimper, her hips rolling frantically against his hand.
The contrast was intoxicating, the soft rain tapping on the glass outside mixed with the sound of her wet, needy gasps filling the warm room.
Sullyoon finally managed to gasp out a broken sentence. "Please...Y/n...Don't stop...please..." That last ‘please’ came out broken.
He chuckled, a dark, satisfied sound, and shifted his body to pin her legs open wider. He wanted her completely exposed, completely undone.
As he increased the speed, his thumb grinding against her peak, he watched her face crumble, the composure finally shattered, replaced by pure, unadulterated lust.
Y/n didn’t give her a chance to recover. The sound of her begging, the raw, unfiltered need in her voice, was the final trigger.
He withdrew his fingers with a wet sound that echoed in the quiet room, and before she could even breathe, he was stripping off his own clothes in one fluid, hurried motion.
Sullyoon watched him through hooded eyes, her chest heaving.
The amber light of the lamp cast long, flickering shadows across his muscles, making him look predatory and powerful.
She felt small and open beneath him, her body still humming from the stimulation, aching for something more substantial to fill the void he'd just left.
He then helped her take off the small amount of clothes that she had on.
He moved back between her legs, the heat of his skin searing against hers. He gripped her thighs, pulling her closer to the edge of the mattress until she was practically draped over him.
"You've spent so much time pretending you don't want this," Y/n groaned, his voice dripping with desire as he positioned himself at her entrance. "But your body is telling me everything."
He entered her in one slow, devastating thrust. Sullyoon’s eyes shut closed, her breath catching in her throat as she felt him stretch her open, filling her completely.
A long, shaky moan escaped her lips, her head falling back into the pillow as she absorbed the sensation of him.
He was thick and hot, a perfect, heavy weight that anchored her to the bed.
For a moment, they both stayed still, locked together, their hearts hammering in unison.
Y/n leaned down, capturing her lips in a deep, starving kiss that tasted of desperation and long-overdue release.
He started slow, pulling back until he was almost out before driving back in with a firm, rhythmic force.
Every thrust hit her deepest point, sending jolts of pleasure radiating through her lower belly.
Sullyoon’s legs wrapped tightly around his waist, her heels digging into his back, pulling him deeper into her with every stroke. "Y/n...Oh god, Y/n..." she sobbed, her voice no longer a whisper but a frantic plea.
The composure she fought so hard to maintain was gone. She was a mess of tangled sheets and flushed skin, her fingers clawing at his back, leaving red streaks across his skin.
The sound of their bodies colliding, the wet, slapping rhythm of skin on skin, mingled with the steady drumming of the rain outside, creating a symphony of pure lust.
(I Just wanna be part of your symphony)
Y/n shifted his angle, lifting her hips higher to drive deeper. He watched her face, mesmerized by the way her features twisted in an expression of sheer ecstasy.
He wanted to see her break, he wanted to be the only thing she could think about.
"Do you like this?" he gasped, his breath hot against her neck. "Is this what you were dreaming about?"
"Yes!" she cried out, her voice breaking. "Yes, please...More...Harder!"
He complied, his pace turning frantic and punishing.
He hammered into her with a relentless intensity, each thrust more powerful than the last.
Sullyoon felt the tension building in her core. She was hovering on the edge, her vision blurring, her entire world narrowing down to the feeling of him inside her.
As Y/n hit her sweet spot over and over, Sullyoon's body suddenly stiffened. A loud, guttural scream tore from her throat as her climax hit her like a tidal wave, her internal muscles clamping tight around him in rhythmic spasms.
The feeling of her tightening around him was too much. Y/n let out a low, guttural growl, his own control snapping.
He delivered a few final, deep thrusts, burying himself as far as he could go, and let out a shuddering breath as he came inside her, filling her with a warmth that made her whimper in completion.
They collapsed against each other, chests heaving, sweat-slicked skin clinging together in the dim light.
The only sounds left were the heavy thud of their hearts and the soft, persistent rain falling over the city, finally bringing a heavy, satisfied silence to the room.
For one long second she just stared blankly at the ceiling. Confused. Sleepy. Trying to understand what just happened.
Then realization hit. Her eyes widened instantly. “Oh my God.” Her sentence broke apart into a startled gasp.
Y/n looked entirely too pleased with himself. “Hi,” he said smoothly.
Sullyoon immediately slapped both hands over her face in horror. “No,” she groaned into her palms. “No. Absolutely not.”
His shoulders shook with laughter. “Oh, it’s definitely happening.”
“Please tell me I wasn’t as bad as I thought I was.”
“You were.” She froze.
Very slowly, she lowered one hand just enough to glare at him through her fingers.
“You wanna know the worst part?” he asked, clearly enjoying himself way too much.
“I’m sure this will be good”
“You sounded desperate.”
Sullyoon made a strangled noise before immediately hiding her face again. “I’m actually going to die.”
Y/n laughed softly. “You should’ve heard yourself.”
“I hate you.”
“That’s not what dream you was saying.”
“Stop talking.”
He only grinned wider.
Sullyoon groaned dramatically into the pillow, trying to pull the blankets over her head in humiliation. Unfortunately for her, Y/n wasn’t letting her escape that easily.
One of his hands slid gently along her thigh again, and she immediately sucked in a sharp breath. “There it is,” he murmured teasingly. “That sound.”
Her eyes widened. “You are the worst person alive.”
“And yet,” he said lightly, “you were dreaming about me.”
She grabbed a pillow and weakly smacked him with it. Y/n caught it easily, laughing under his breath.
“You’re enjoying this way too much.”
“I really am.”
Sullyoon glared at him, though the effect was ruined slightly by how flushed she still looked.
Especially with the way he kept looking at her like he found the entire situation unbearably cute instead of embarrassing. That honestly made it worse. Or maybe better. Again, probably both.
“You’re never letting this go, are you?” she muttered.
“Absolutely not.”
She groaned. “Fantastic.”
Y/n finally softened a little, his teasing smile fading into something gentler as he brushed a strand of hair away from her face. “You know,” he said quietly, “it was kinda adorable.”
Sullyoon stared at him for a second before immediately covering her face again. “That somehow made it more embarrassing.” He laughed softly.
And somewhere beneath all Sullyoon’s embarrassment, beneath the groaning and hiding and dramatic complaints, was the undeniable fact that she looked happier than she had all week.
Y/n noticed that immediately. Which was exactly why he couldn’t stop smiling at her.
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Morning arrived slowly.
The rain had softened sometime before dawn, leaving only the occasional drip of water sliding down the windows.
Pale gray light filtered through the curtains, spilling across the tangled sheets and clothes scattered carelessly across the floor.
They had both slowly woken up and just stayed close together and let the morning light come in.
The room still felt warm. Especially with the way Y/n kept looking at Sullyoon.
She was curled against his chest beneath the blankets, hair messy from sleep, cheeks still faintly pink from everything that had happened during the night.
His hoodies still hung loosely off her shoulder while she stubbornly refused to meet his eyes.
Which, naturally, only made him want to tease her more. “You’re hiding again,” Y/n murmured lazily.
“I’m surviving,” Sullyoon corrected immediately, voice muffled against his chest.
He laughed softly. “That bad?”
“Yes.”
“Really?” he asked innocently. “Because you seemed fine a few hours ago.”
Sullyoon groaned dramatically and pulled the blanket higher over her face. “You are never allowed to speak again.”
Y/n only smiled. His hand rested loosely against her thigh beneath the blanket, absentminded at first.
But while she hid from him in embarrassment, his fingers slowly began tracing lazy patterns against her skin.
Sullyoon immediately noticed. Her entire body tensed slightly. “Don’t.”
“Don’t what?” he asked.
“You know exactly what.”
“I really don’t.”
She finally looked up just enough to glare at him.
Unfortunately for her, the glare lost most of its effect when his thumb stroked slowly along the inside of her thigh. Slowly getting higher.
“Sullyoon,” he said thoughtfully, “I still can’t believe you were moaning my name in your sleep.”
She covered her face again instantly. “Oh my god.”
“You never did this before. You sounded so desperate too.”
“Y/n.”
“I’m serious,” he continued, visibly enjoying himself. “Like genuinely needy. I almost felt bad for you.”
“You did not feel bad for me.”
“No,” he admitted. “Not even a little.” His hand slid a little higher again.
Slow enough to make her painfully aware of it.
Sullyoon sucked in a tiny breath before glaring at him harder. “You’re evil.”
“And yet,” he murmured, fingers brushing softly against her skin again, "you're still in love with me.”
She tried to stay annoyed. Really she did. But his hand settled a little higher on her thigh, warm and teasing and entirely too distracting, and her composure started cracking all over again.
Y/n noticed immediately.
His smile widened. “There it is,” he whispered. “That face.”
“What face?”
“The one you make when you’re trying very hard not to react to me.”
“I am not reacting.” His fingers moved again. Sullyoon’s breath hitched instantly.
Y/n actually laughed. “You’re terrible at lying.”
She shoved his shoulder weakly. “You’re annoying.”
“And you’re sensitive.”
“That is enough.”
“Mm. I don’t think it is.”
Sullyoon stared at him in disbelief while he continued tracing slow circles against her thigh like he had absolutely nowhere else to be.
Which, to be fair, he didn’t.
The rain outside had nearly stopped completely now. The city beyond the apartment windows still looked sleepy and gray, blurred beneath leftover storm clouds.
Inside the room, though, the tension was starting to build all over again. Sullyoon could feel it.
Especially because Y/n clearly knew exactly what he was doing. His teasing had softened since earlier. It wasn’t just smug amusement anymore. Now there was warmth beneath it.
The kind that made her chest feel strangely light even while he tortured her.
“You know,” he said quietly after a moment, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this embarrassed before.”
“That’s because you’ve never witnessed my subconscious betray me like this before.”
He grinned. “Your subconscious seems pretty honest.”
Sullyoon groaned and buried her face into the pillow beside him. “You’re impossible.”
“And you love me.”
The words came naturally. Sullyoon froze slightly.
Y/n’s hand paused against her thigh for half a second before continuing again, gentler this time.
When she finally looked up at him, his teasing expression had softened completely.
There it was again.
That stupid warm look that made it impossible to stay annoyed at him. “I do,” she admitted quietly.
Y/n smiled instantly.
His fingers brushed higher again, just enough to make her breath catch. “You know,” he murmured, voice lower now, “we really don’t have anywhere to be today.”
Sullyoon narrowed her eyes immediately. “That tone means trouble.”
“It means I’m thinking.”
“That’s usually worse.”
He laughed quietly under his breath.
Then he shifted closer beneath the blankets until his forehead rested lightly against hers.
Rainwater slid lazily down the glass while the apartment stayed wrapped in sleepy silence.
Y/n’s hand slowly moved higher along her thigh once more. Teasing. Making absolutely sure she noticed every second of it.
“Well, my dear,” he murmured softly, “I have you for the whole day.” His hand slid higher. “Should we pick up where we left off?”
Sullyoon looked at him for a couple seconds.
Then finally,
“…Okay.”
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No Control
Fanprose
The music in the room next door was loud enough to shake the walls. The bass thumped through the house, you could feel the beat in your chest. Voices overlapped somewhere beyond the hallway laughter, shouting, someone yelling the lyrics to a song.
Were they the right lyrics?
No, but that's ok.
The party had gotten bigger at some point without anyone noticing.
Y/n was in a room far from the source of the music. Yes, you could feel the music, but it wasn’t loud enough to be too bothersome.
Y/n leaned back against the couch, half-listening to Minju argue with Yunah over which movie they should put on after they got bored of dancing.
“You always pick something depressing or action-filled OR scary, and I don't want to watch something scary,” Yunah complained, stealing chips from the open bag in Minju’s hands.
“And you have the attention span of a goldfish,” Minju shot back.
“For the last time, I don’t know what that means,” Yunah said while waving her hands around.
Moka laughed softly from beside Y/n, shoulders brushing his for barely a second before she stepped away again.
He noticed it but chose to just let it linger.
“You’re quiet,” she said, glancing up at him.
He looked to her, “So are you.”
“That’s because Yunah’s talking enough for everybody.”
“Fair point.”
Moka smiled under her breath, trying to hide it behind the rim of her cup.
“It’s getting suspicious,” Minju said flatly, scrolling through movies on the TV while people shouted over each other in the living room. “At this point you two are either secretly dating or deeply committed to psychological warfare.”
“For the last time. We are not dating,” Moka said for what was probably the tenth time that night.
Yunah, currently trying to manage both the music queue and three different drunk people asking where the drinks were, pointed at them from across the room. “Then explain whatever this is.”
Y/n looked around dramatically. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“That,” Yunah said. She pointed to our shoulders “The constant touching!”
Moka frowned. “We barely touch.” At the exact same moment, she reached over to brush chip crumbs off Y/n’s hoodie sleeve.
The room went silent for half a second.
Minju slowly lowered her phone and looked at them. “You have got to be kidding me.”
Moka blinked. Then looked down at her own hand still resting on his arm. “Oh. That.”
Y/n laughed immediately. “You guys are insane,” he said.
“We’re insane?” Yunah repeated. “You literally look at each other like you’re in a slow-burn romance drama!”
“We do not.”
“You absolutely do,” Minju added. “Last week he carried you because you said your feet hurt.”
“My feet did hurt! Did you see my shoes?”
“And she feeds you food constantly,” Yunah accused.
“That’s because he forgets to eat when he games.”
“That’s not helping your case,” Minju sighed.
The thing was, none of it meant anything.
At least that’s what both of them kept telling themselves.
It had started as a joke forever ago. Tiny fake-flirty moments just to mess with their friends because Yunah reacted like she was watching a scandal unfold in real time.
And honestly? Watching her lose her mind was hilarious.
So naturally, instead of stopping, they got worse.
“You know what?” Y/n said casually, leaning back into the couch. “Maybe we are dating.”
Yunah looked at the two of them with a look that would definitely kill if it could.
Moka immediately grabbed his arm dramatically. “Babe, don’t expose us like that.”
“Oh my god,” Yunah whispered.
Minju looked exhausted already. “The two of you suck.”
Y/n bit back a laugh as Moka rested her head briefly against his shoulder just to make Yunah even more upset.
That did it.
Yunah pointed at them like she’d finally snapped. “GET OUT.”
“What?”
“OUT. BOTH OF YOU.” Moka burst into laughter.
“You have a party to tend to, you know,” Minju reminded Yunah while grabbing a drink from the table.
She turned to Minju and said, “I CAN DO BOTH.”
“You clearly cannot.” Yunah ignored her completely and marched toward them with narrowed eyes.
“Oh, she’s serious,” Y/n laughed.
“Run,” Moka said instantly.
That was all the warning he got before she grabbed his hand and bolted.
Yunah yelled after them immediately. “MOKA!”
People turned as they sprinted through the crowded house laughing.
Someone nearly spilled a drink trying to move out of their way. “WHAT IS HAPPENING?” a random guy shouted.
“YUNAH’S LOSING IT AGAIN,” Minju answered from downstairs.
Moka was laughing so hard she could barely breathe as she dragged Y/n up the stairs.
“You’re evil,” he said between laughs.
“You started it!”
“Hey, You called me babe!”
“You looked so uncomfortable!”
“I was uncomfortable!”
The upstairs hallway was quieter, but they could still hear Yunah stomping after them downstairs while yelling threats.
“She’s actually coming up here,” Moka whispered.
“No way. She wouldn’t.”
“MOKA!” Her voice projected through the entire house.
“I stand corrected.”
Y/n laughed again just as Moka shoved open her bedroom door. “Get in the closet,” she ordered.
“What are we, fugitives?”
“Yes. Move.”
Before he could argue, she pushed him inside her cramped closet and squeezed in after him, shutting the door just as footsteps reached the hallway.
Darkness crept in, the only light was between the slits of the door. Outside the closet, Yunah stopped. “I know you’re in here somewhere,” she said with a creepy voice.
“You know for someone who is easily scared of things, she is terrifying” Y/n muttered.
Moka pressed a hand over her mouth to stop herself from laughing.
After some seconds passed, Moka shifted awkwardly, trying not to lean too much against him. Unfortunately every adjustment somehow made more contact instead of less.
Her shoulder brushed his chest. Then her hip bumped his thigh. Then she shifted again trying to fix it, “Moka,” Y/n groaned quietly.
“What?”
“Please stop moving.”
“I’m uncomfortable!”
“You are making me uncomfortable.”
She froze. “What does that mean?”
Minju’s voice drifted from farther away down the hall. “Yunah. Leave them alone.”
They both stopped moving.
His hands landed carefully on her waist to stop her from moving again.
The sudden contact silenced both of them instantly. Moka’s breath caught. Y/n exhaled slowly through his nose like he was already regretting every decision that led him here.
“They’re being suspicious!”
“You’re hosting a party.” Minju then added dryly, “Go be social.”
“Okay,” she whispered nervously. “Then let me turn around.”
His head tipped lightly back against the wall behind him. “That’s worse, Moka.”
She frowned in confusion. “How– ”Then realization hit her all at once. “Oh.” Slowly, she tilted her head up toward him.
Yunah groaned dramatically. “Fine.” She turns back into the room “But this isn’t over.” she swung her pointed finger around.
Her footsteps disappeared back downstairs.
Y/n was already staring down at her with an expression somewhere between embarrassment and suffering.
And suddenly neither of them found the joke nearly as funny anymore. Moka was directly in front of him now.
Close enough that he could feel the warmth radiating off her in the cramped space. Close enough that every tiny movement brushed against him.
Then she shifted again accidentally, her hand pressing against his chest to steady herself.
His jaw tightened immediately. “Moka.”
“What?”
“You really need to stop doing that.”
Her eyes flickered up innocently. “Doing what?”
His hand settled carefully against the wall beside her head. “If you keep touching me like that,” he said quietly, “this is going to become a problem.”
“How much of a problem.” She asked while slowly moving her hand up his chest.
“One we won’t be able to undo.”
For a second, neither of them moved. The air inside the closet had changed too much. The teasing was gone. The joke was gone.
All that remained was the feeling of his hands still resting on her waist and the way both of them suddenly couldn’t look anywhere except at each other.
Moka cleared her throat first. “We should probably go before Yunah comes back.”
“Yeah,” Y/n answered immediately.
Moka opened the closet door first and slipped back into the bedroom, smoothing down her clothes like that would somehow fix anything.
Y/n followed a second later, dragging a hand through his hair slowly. “Okay,” he muttered. “That never happened.”
“Right.”
“Still friends.”
“Obviously.” Neither of them sounded convincing.
From downstairs, loud cheering erupted followed by Yunah yelling at someone to stop standing on her coffee table.
Moka glanced toward the bedroom door. Then back at him.
Y/n noticed the exact moment something dangerous crossed her mind. “Moka,” he said cautiously.
Without answering, she walked over to the bedroom door. Locked it. The soft click echoed loudly through the room.
Y/n stared at her. “What are you doing?”
She turned around slowly, leaning lightly against the door now. “If I did that,” she said carefully, while pointing down, “then it’s only right to help you. No?”
His jaw tightened instantly. “Moka.” She pushed away from the door and took a step toward him. “You realize what will happen if you do this, right?” he asked quietly.
Every bit of teasing had disappeared from his voice now. Now he sounded serious.
But Moka only kept walking toward him, heartbeat pounding harder with every step. “I’m prepared to face the consequences.” That almost broke him right there.
Y/n laughed softly once, but there was no humor in it. “You have no idea what you’re saying.”
“Maybe I do.”
“Moka– ” She reached him then. Placed both hands lightly against his chest. And pushed him, slowly. Until the back of his knees hit the edge of the bed.
He sat down harder than he intended, eyes never leaving hers. “Moka,” he warned again, quieter this time.
But she only stepped closer, climbed carefully into his lap, straddling him before he could stop her.
The breath left his lungs completely. Her hands settled against his shoulders. He rested instinctively against her waist again.
This felt too natural for them. It shouldn't have.
“Are you?” she whispered.
He took a second before finally responding "Am I what?” He stared into her eyes.
She slowly leaned in close and whispered in his ear, “Are you prepared.” A small kiss on his ear “To face the consequences?”
Whatever control he’d been desperately holding onto snapped instantly. His hand slid up to cup her face and he kissed her like he’d been trying not to for far too long. All the tension from the last hour crashed into it at once.
Moka made the softest startled sound against his mouth before kissing him back with equal force, fingers tangling immediately into his hair. And somehow that made it worse, or better.
He genuinely couldn’t tell anymore.
All Y/n knew was that the second she kissed him back, every thought in his head disappeared completely. Her hands tightened slightly against him as he pulled her closer instinctively, like even this still wasn’t enough.
The kiss deepened again almost immediately. The kind of kiss that built itself from too much tension and too many moments they’d both pretended meant nothing.
Moka pulled back only barely, just enough to breathe. “You kiss like you’ve wanted to do that for a while,” she whispered.
Y/n stared at her for half a second before laughing softly under his breath. “Maybe I have.”
Her expression faltered. “You never said anything.” Her arms fell slightly off his shoulders.
“You never looked at me like this before tonight.”
“I didn’t know I could.”
That almost ruined him all over again. His forehead dropped briefly against hers as he exhaled shakily. “This is such a bad idea.”
“Probably.”
“We might regret this.” She was slowly leaning in again.
“Maybe.” Neither of them moved away.
Downstairs, Yunah was now screaming about someone breaking a lamp.
But upstairs, in the locked bedroom, Moka kissed him again before he could rethink any of it.
She looked down once, “Oh,” she whispered, one of her hands left his shoulder and placed itself on his chest. “So you are affected.”
He let out a short laugh, disbelieving. “You have no idea.”
Moka’s hand curled lightly in his shirt. His hand was now braced beside him. And somehow, now that they weren’t in danger of getting caught anymore, the silence felt even worse.
Her eyes flicked to his mouth for the briefest second. That tiny movement nearly ruined him.
"You started this, remember?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the muffled music.
"Unitenionally but yeah.” He sucked in a breath “I know."
She dropped to her knees on the floor between his legs, her hands already working at his belt buckle.
Y/n's head fell back, a sharp exhale escaping him as she freed him from his jeans.
She took him into her mouth with a hunger that surprised them both, her tongue pressing flat against the underside as she sank down. Her fingers wrapped around what she couldn't take, stroking in rhythm with the bob of her head.
"Fuck, Moka– " She hummed around him in response, and his hand flew to her hair, gripping tight.
She went slow, then fast. The same thing, over and over again. She lifted her head up to take a breath but her hand never stopped.
When she finally pulled back, lips swollen and chin wet, she looked up at him through her lashes with a satisfied smirk. "Still friends?"
He hauled her up by the arms, crashing his mouth against hers. "I have to return the favor now. It's only right."
Her breath hitched against his lips but was masked over with a smirk. "Of course."
He pushed her down onto the rumpled sheets, following her. His mouth traced a path from her jaw to her collarbone, then lower, fingers hooking into the waistband of her jeans.
But she stopped him.
“What's wrong?” he asked, propping himself up on his elbows above her. "What are you thinking?"
Moka looked up at him, her chest rising and falling heavily. Then she reached down, her fingers on his chest before trailing lower. Her fingers found him again, already hard and slick with her spit.
"I'm thinking about how much I want you inside me."
She grabbed the back of his head and pulled him down, kissing him deep and sloppy, tongues tangling as her legs wrapped around his waist.
Y/n didn't need further invitation. He gripped the back of her thighs and hoisted her higher, adjusting her position so she was perched perfectly on the edge of him.
He leaned in, his lips leaving hers to trail a path of fire down her jawline to the sensitive curve of her neck.
Moka let out a sharp, strangled cry, her fingers digging into his shoulders as he slid into her in one slow, agonizingly perfect motion.
She was tight, so tight it felt like she was molding herself around him, and the sensation nearly drove him over the edge instantly.
He froze for a moment, his forehead pressed against hers, both of them panting, their hearts hammering against their ribs in a synchronized, frantic rhythm.
They both groaned into each other's mouths. The position gave him control, let him set a rhythm that had her arching off the mattress, her nails raking down his back, making marks.
"You're... so tight," he groaned, his voice sounding like it was being dragged through gravel. "God, Moka..."
"Don't stop," she gasped, her voice breaking. "Please, Y/n... more."
He began to move, starting with slow, deep thrusts that filled her completely. Each slide forward was a revelation, a physical claim that erased every boundary they had ever set.
Moka’s head tossed back, her eyes fluttering shut as she began to ride the rhythm, her hips tilting instinctively to meet every thrust.
The friction was electric. The heat was suffocating. Every time he thrusted, a small, needy whimper escaped her throat, and it only fueled his hunger.
The slow thrusts vanished, replaced by a raw urgency.
He began to drive into her with a relentless force, the bed creaking beneath them, the sounds of their bodies colliding filling the space where conversation used to be.
"Look at me," he commanded.
Moka opened her eyes, her gaze hazy and blown wide with pleasure. Seeing the sheer, unadulterated lust in his eyes broke something inside her.
She leaned forward, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck and pulling him down for another kiss, this one tasting of salt and desperation.
She wanted more.
As the tension built, she suddenly moved up, using her momentum to overpower him. With a surprised grunt, Y/n found himself pushed onto his back, the air leaving his lungs for a split second before Moka was straddling his lap again, her thighs gripping his waist.
She leaned forward slightly, her hands resting flat against his stomach, feeling the ripple of his abs beneath her palms. She looked down at him, "Can I ride you?" she asked with a certain look on her face.
Y/n’s eyes darkened, his hands sliding up to grip her hips to help her balance. "I would love that."
She reached back in between her legs to reach you and lined him with her. She sank down onto him with a gasp, and for a long moment neither of them moved, just stayed there.
Then she started to move.
Slow at first, rolling her hips in circles that had him gripping her thighs, his head thrown back against the pillow, like her just a couple minutes earlier.
She built speed, finding a rhythm that made the bedframe creak, that made his groans turn into something almost desperate.
"Like this?" she panted.
"Please don't stop." A smirk managed to appear on her face.
She began to move, her pace erratic and passionate, lifting herself and dropping back down with an intensity that had Y/n clutching the sheets.
They were both spiraling toward the edge again, the world outside the bedroom door completely forgotten.
Just as Moka began to peak, her breath hitching as she prepared to let go, a sharp, loud knock echoed through the room.
Knock knock knock.
"Hey. I know you're in there."
Yunah's voice cut through the post-orgasm haze like a bucket of ice water. Moka froze on top of him, eyes wide. He leaned up with his hand on her waist and the other holding him up.
"I can hear you breathing," Yunah called through the door. "And I definitely know what you've been doing. You're not slick."
Moka's lips curled into something dangerous. She looked down at Y/n, still buried inside her, and then back at the door.
She let out a moan. And I don't mean a small one. She let out a loud moan.
Yunah's fist banged against the wood. "You two are gross. Just you wait until you come out."
Moka pressed her forehead to Y/n's, both of them trying not to laugh.
"That was evil," he whispered.
"She started it."
She leaned back resting her hands on his knees. She tilted her head. “Now. Where were we?”
Y/n smirked and leaned back down and letting her continue.
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The room stayed quiet for a long time after that. Like both of them were still trying to process what had happened.
At some point, Moka ended up curled against his chest while Y/n sat against the headboard, one arm loosely around her waist.
The party downstairs had slowly faded from loud chaos into distant muffled voices and occasional laughter.
Eventually, reality started creeping back in.
“We should probably go downstairs,” Moka mumbled into his shoulder.
“Probably.”
A few seconds passed. Then Y/n sighed softly. “Yunah already knows we're here. So we should probably get out or she’s never shutting up again.”
Moka snorted quietly. “She was already convinced before this.”
“She doesn’t know.” he breathed in and while breathing out “For sure.” (Please tell me you know this reference)
Still, they eventually forced themselves apart.
Moka avoided his eyes at first while fixing her clothes, brushing down imaginary wrinkles nervously.
Y/n dragged a hand through his hair for what had to be the tenth time.
The room felt different now. They felt different. They didn't feel like friends anymore, or like how they used to be.
“You okay?” he asked finally.
Moka looked over at him. The softness in his voice almost made her nervous again. “Yeah,” she answered quietly. “You?”
He laughed once under his breath. “Ask me later.” That made her smile despite herself.
By the time they unlocked the bedroom door, the house had gone noticeably quieter.
The music was gone entirely. And judging by the abandoned cups scattered around the upstairs hallway, most people had already left.
“Oh no,” Moka whispered immediately.
“What?”
“The party ended.”
Y/n stared at her. “That’s your concern right now?”
“Yes! Because now it looks worse!” He started laughing before they even made it downstairs.
The second they reached the bottom step, both of them froze. Yunah stood in the middle of the living room with her arms crossed.
Minju sat sprawled on the couch nearby eating chips like she’d been waiting for this exact moment all night.
The lamp in the corner was crooked. And Yunah looked furious.
“I found them,” Minju said calmly.
Yunah ignored Minju and glared at them. “Care to explain now?”
Moka and Y/n looked at each other instinctively. One glance. That was all it took. Because somehow, even now, they shared the exact same thought.
They turned back toward Yunah together. “What’s there to explain?” they both said at the same time.
Minju actually choked on her drink laughing.
Yunah stared at them in complete disbelief. “You disappeared upstairs for TWO HOURS.”
“So?” Y/n asked.
“So?!” Yunah repeated. “You came downstairs looking like THIS.”
Moka blinked innocently. “Like what?”
Yunah made an incoherent frustrated noise and pointed aggressively at Y/n. “His hair is a mess!”
Y/n casually fixed absolutely nothing. “It’s always messy.”
“And your lipstick is smudged!”
“I spilled my drink down and whipped my mouth with my sleeve.”
“You don’t have sleeves.”
Moka paused, then let out a small laugh “Oh yeah.”
Minju lost it laughing again.
“Oh my god,” Yunah whispered, horrified. “Something actually happened.”
“Nothing happened,” Y/n said smoothly.
“YOU WERE GONE FOR TWO HOURS.”
“We lost track of time.”
“In her room?!”
“It was a very interesting conversation,” Moka added.
Yunah looked seconds away from collapse. Meanwhile Minju was enjoying this entirely too much. “You know,” she said thoughtfully, “I told you to stop fake flirting.”
Moka’s confidence faltered for half a second.
Y/n noticed immediately.
So did Minju. “Oh my god,” Minju said slowly, sitting up straighter. “Wait.”
Yunah narrowed her eyes dangerously. “Why did you both go quiet?”
“No reason,” Moka answered too fast.
“Moka.”
“What?”
Yunah pointed between them again. “Why are you standing so far apart right now?” Both of them froze.
At some point while walking downstairs, they’d intentionally left a suspicious amount of space between each other.
Which, ironically, made them look guiltier than ever.
Minju covered her face with one hand. “You idiots finally caught feelings.”
“We did not,” Y/n said immediately.
Moka nodded too quickly. “Yeah exactly.”
Yunah stared at them. Then at the way Y/n’s eyes automatically flicked toward Moka when she spoke.
Then at the way Moka kept avoiding looking at him for too long.
Her jaw dropped slowly. “Oh my god,” she whispered.
No one made a noise for a couple seconds.
“I KNEW IT!”
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A/N : Comments will make me write more🥺🥺
Can't Follow Instructions
Fanprose
The box landed in the middle of the apartment with a heavy thud that echoed through the living room. IU stared down at it suspiciously.
The picture printed on the cardboard showed a perfectly staged wooden dining table decorated with candles, flowers, and a bowl of fruit that looked aggressively fake.
Y/n crouched beside the box, already excited. “See? Easy.”
IU didn’t move. “That table looks like it was assembled by professionals with engineering degrees.”
“It’s literally four legs and a flat surface.”
“That sentence is exactly why I don’t trust you.”
He ignored her and sliced the tape open with his keys. The cardboard flaps sprang apart dramatically. And immediately revealed approximately one thousand pieces of wood. (Not really, but it looks like it)
IU blinked slowly. “Why are there so many parts?”
Y/n picked up the instruction booklet. It unfolded once. Twice. Three times. “…Okay,” he admitted. “That’s excessive.”
IU folded her arms. “We should’ve paid for assembly.”
“And let strangers rob us of this bonding experience?”
“Yes.”
He laughed and started pulling pieces from the box anyway, laying them across the carpet in messy piles. Wooden boards covered half the living room within minutes.
The apartment already looked chaotic from moving in together two weeks earlier. There were still unopened kitchen boxes near the wall, hoodies draped over chairs, and random cables neither of them claimed ownership of.
Adding furniture parts into the disaster somehow made it look worse.
IU sat cross-legged on the floor with the instructions in her lap. “Okay. We need panel A, screws labeled three, and the short brackets.” Y/n grabbed a board confidently. “Wrong one,” she said immediately.
He frowned. “You didn’t even look up.”
“The labels are colour-coded.”
“…Oh.” She smirked slightly. That annoyed him more than it should have.
For the first half hour, things went surprisingly smoothly.
IU organised every piece neatly into categories while Y/n handled the actual building. Or attempted to. “Can you hold this?” he asked.
IU grabbed one side of the table frame while he tried attaching the support beam underneath.
The second she let go, the entire thing collapsed sideways with a violent clatter. Both of them jumped.
Y/n stared at the fallen wood. “That felt unnecessary.”
IU looked at him flatly. “You didn’t screw it in.”
“I was about to screw it in.”
“You said hold it, not perform a miracle.” He snorted a laugh and reached for the screwdriver again.
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wenty minutes later, the mood shifted completely. Mostly because Y/n had quietly stopped following the instructions.
At first IU didn’t notice. She was sitting cross-legged on the carpet with the booklet spread across her lap, carefully separating screws into little groups while occasionally reading out directions for him.
“Okay,” she said absently, tracing a finger along the page. “Now attach support beam C to the inner left side before tightening the–”
A loud clunk interrupted her.
IU looked up. Y/n was already halfway through attaching an entirely different piece. Her eyes narrowed immediately. “…What are you doing?”
Without looking up, he answered, “Building the table.”
“That is not the next step.”
“Yes it is.”
“No, it literally isn’t.”
“It felt right.”
IU stared at him for a long moment. “You’re not reading the instructions anymore, are you?”
Y/n finally glanced up with the kind of confidence possessed exclusively by people about to make terrible decisions. “I don’t need them anymore.”
IU blinked slowly. “Excuse me?”
“I understand the vision now.”
“The vision?”
“Yeah.” He gestured vaguely at the scattered wood around them. “You know. The structural narrative.”
“The structural– what does that even mean?”
“It means I’ve evolved beyond the booklet.”
IU lowered the instructions into her lap very carefully, like she was trying not to start a fight. “You skipped a step,” she said.
“No, I didn’t.”
“You definitely did. Like 5 of them”
“I’m using intuition.”
“You cannot freestyle a table.”
“Furniture is just confidence.”
IU stared at him in complete disbelief. Then slowly lowered the booklet another inch. “That is maybe the stupidest thing you’ve ever said.”
“That’s dramatic.”
“You attached the left support backwards.”
Y/n froze. For the first time in several minutes, he actually looked underneath the table frame. “…Okay,” he admitted cautiously. “Maybe slightly backwards.”
“Slightly?”
“It’s barely noticeable.”
“The holes are facing the wall.”
“That feels cosmetic.”
IU let out a long, exhausted breath through her nose. Y/n watched her carefully. “Why are you reacting like I crashed a car?”
“Because this would be easier if you had crashed a car. At least then we’d call someone else to fix it.”
He laughed immediately. She didn’t.
That only made him laugh harder.
IU held her hand out silently. Y/n looked down at it. “What?”
“The screwdriver.”
“You don’t trust me?”
“I trust you emotionally.” She wiggled her fingers impatiently. “Structurally? No.”
“That’s hurtful.”
“That’s accurate.”
He handed it over while muttering under his breath, “This is a dictatorship.”
IU ignored him and crouched beside the table. Y/n watched as she immediately flipped the support beam around, tightened the screws properly, then adjusted another bracket he hadn’t even realised was crooked.
All in under thirty seconds.
He frowned. “…You knew how to do that way too fast.”
“I read the instructions.”
“That sounds fake.”
IU smirked a little without looking up. “Maybe if you tried literacy, we wouldn’t be in this situation.”
“Wow.”
“Am I wrong?”
He opened his mouth. Then closed it again. “…That’s not the point.”
IU sat back on her heels triumphantly. “Thought so.”
Y/n narrowed his eyes at her. “You’re enjoying this.”
“A little.”
“That’s evil.”
“What’s evil is pretending you know what you’re doing.”
“I do know what I’m doing.”
The table chose that exact moment to wobble violently. The entire frame tilted sideways with a horrible wooden creak that sounded deeply concerning.
Both of them froze. IU looked slowly at the table. Then slowly at him.
Y/n stared back with forced confidence. “…It has character.”
IU tried not to laugh. Really tried. She pressed her lips together and looked away, shoulders shaking slightly. “There’s nothing funny happening right now,” she said weakly.
“The table almost folded in half.”
“It’s adjusting.”
“To what? Gravity?” He snorted.
That ruined her composure completely. A laugh escaped before she could stop it. She immediately covered it with a cough and looked away. “No, it doesn’t.”
Y/n grinned triumphantly. “There it is.”
“There what is?”
“The laugh.”
“I did not laugh.”
“You absolutely laughed.”
“That was pity.”
“That’s even worse.”
IU rolled her eyes, but there was a smile pulling at the corner of her mouth now. Y/n noticed immediately.
And unfortunately for her, that only encouraged him. He leaned back against the couch smugly. “Admit it. You’d miss me if I wasn’t here helping.”
She looked at the dangerously unstable table. Then back at him. “…Honestly? I think I’d feel safer.”
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Another hour passed. The living room became progressively more disastrous. Screws rolled under the couch. The instruction booklet had somehow torn in the middle. Y/n had lost the Allen wrench twice. And IU was beginning to look personally offended by the existence of furniture.
“There are missing screws,” she announced suddenly.
Y/n looked up from tightening one of the legs. “No there aren’t.”
“There should be sixteen left.”
“There are sixteen left.”
“There are eleven.”
He counted them. “…There are eleven.”
IU closed her eyes slowly. “You lost them.”
“I didn’t lose them.”
“You absolutely lost them.”
“How do you lose screws in a one-bedroom apartment?”
She pointed around the room. “Look at this place.”
He looked around. And he signed and muttered “Fair.”
Wood panels leaned against the couch. Tiny hardware pieces littered the carpet. There was cardboard everywhere. One table leg was somehow underneath the television stand.
Y/n rubbed his forehead. “Okay. Nobody panic.”
“I’m already panicking.”
“Don’t do that.”
“You told me this would take an hour.”
“It’s only been,” He checked his phone. “…three and a half.”
IU looked genuinely betrayed. “We could’ve bought a finished table.”
“And miss this quality time?”
“There is nothing quality about this.” Y/n laughed. IU did not. Which made him laugh harder. “Oh my god,” she muttered. “You think this is funny.”
“It’s a little funny.”
“You used a kitchen knife instead of the proper tool earlier.”
“Because I’m adaptable.”
“You’re a safety hazard.”
He leaned back against the couch grinning while she aggressively searched through the hardware bags again.
Then suddenly.
“…Wait.”
Y/n looked over. “What?”
IU froze. Very slowly, she reached into the pocket of her oversized hoodie. And pulled out five missing screws. Y/n stared.
IU stared at the screws in horror. Then at him. “…Don’t.”
He immediately started laughing hard. Like full-body, can’t-breathe laughing.
IU threw a cushion at him. “I said don’t!”
“You blamed me for like half an hour!”
“I know!”
“You called me irresponsible!”
“You are irresponsible!”
“You hid the evidence in your own pocket!”
She covered her face with both hands while he continued laughing on the floor beside the half-finished table.
Eventually her embarrassment cracked too. A laugh escaped her. Then another. Until both of them were sitting in the middle of the messy apartment laughing so hard neither could breathe properly.
The irritation dissolved almost instantly. Y/n looked over at her, smiling helplessly. “You know we’re never living this down.”
IU groaned. “Please don’t tell people.”
“Oh, I’m absolutely telling people.”
“I hate you.”
“No you don’t.”
“…I hate that you’re right.”
He grinned triumphantly before pushing himself back upright. “Okay,” he said. “Final step.”
Together, they flipped the table upright. And somehow, miraculously, It actually looked like a table.
A slightly uneven table. A somewhat questionable table. But still. A table.
Both of them stared at it for a long moment like they’d just survived a war. Y/n placed both hands on his hips proudly. “See? Perfect craftsmanship.”
IU walked around it slowly, eyeing the wobble in one leg. “It’s leaning.”
“It’s rustic.”
“It’s one argument away from collapsing.”
“Negative attitude.”
She pressed both palms against the surface carefully. The table creaked. Y/n immediately looked nervous. “That sound felt personal.”
IU bit back a smile. Then she looked up at him innocently and said, “You want to test the stability?”
Y/n blinked. Slowly. “…Do you mean that?”
IU stared at him for two full seconds before realization hit. Her entire face turned red instantly. “Oh my god,” she groaned, grabbing the nearest cushion again while Y/n doubled over laughing again.
“You said it like that on purpose,” he accused between laughs.
“I DID NOT.”
“You absolutely did.”
IU smacked him with the cushion repeatedly while he barely defended himself, laughing harder every second.
Behind them, the table gave one ominous creak. Then one of the legs snapped sideways. The entire table collapsed to the floor.
Both of them froze.
IU looked at the wreckage. Then at Y/n. “…So,” she said carefully. “Stable enough?”
That sent him laughing all over again.
“Call someone to set it up. I'm not going through this again” She said while walking to the bedroom.
“Yes Ma’am” He said as he pulled out phone.
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Diary Entry
Fanprose
I wanted to see the reception of people who like Jessica.
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Y/n wasn’t supposed to be in the attic. That was Jessica’s domain. Or, more accurately, the place where things disappeared forever.
Every time he asked where something went, she always answered the same way. “Probably in the attic.”
And every single time he went looking for it, he’d come back down two hours later covered in dust, holding something completely unrelated while forgetting what he originally went up there for.
Once, he went up there looking for Christmas decorations and came back down with an old waffle maker, three baby blankets, and a skateboard he didn’t even know they owned.
Jessica had stared at him from the kitchen table. “Where are the decorations?”
“I found memories instead.” He stood in front of her with his hands full. 🧍♂️
She just stood there looking at him then put her head down with a hand on her head. “You’re useless.”
“You married me willingly.”
“I was emotionally compromised.”
Today wasn’t much different. Except this time, he was up there because their six-year-old son had become convinced there was treasure hidden somewhere in the house after watching The Goonies for the first time.
“Dad,” Minho had whispered very seriously over breakfast, “their house was old and had treasure in it. If there was treasure in their house then we should have some too.”
Y/n looked up from his coffee. “This house isn’t that old, you know. It was built in 2018.” He pointed his spoon at his son. “And that’s not even the plot of the– actually, no. I am not going to argue with a child before 9 a.m.”
Minho narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “That sounds like something a person hiding treasure would say.”
Jessica nearly choked on her tea trying not to laugh.
Across the table, four-year-old Seulgi gasped dramatically. “We’re rich?”
“We are not rich,” Y/n said immediately.
Minho ignored him entirely. “Please, Dad, go look for treasure.”
Y/n slowly turned his head toward his son. “No.”
“Dad,” Minho whined louder.
“No, I will not be going into the attic.”
“Why?”
“Because your mother has turned it into a death trap.”
From the kitchen counter, Jessica looked offended. “It’s organized.”
“You labeled one box ‘miscellaneous emotions.’”
“I know exactly what was inside it.”
“That’s somehow worse.”
Minho climbed onto his knees on the chair, eyes wide with determination. “Dad.”
“No.”
“I will fake cry and call for Mum and say that you yelled at me.”
The room went silent. Jessica lowered her tea slowly.
Y/n stared at his son in disbelief. “You wouldn’t.”
Minho blinked innocently. “I learned from Seulgi.”
Seulgi proudly raised both hands. “I’m very good at crying.”
“That’s not something to be proud of,” Y/n muttered.
Minho crossed his arms. “So are you going treasure hunting or not?”
Y/n leaned back in his chair slowly. Across from him, Jessica was very clearly trying not to laugh. “Are you seriously enjoying this?” he asked her.
“A little.”
“Your children are threatening me.”
“Our children,” she corrected.
“No, Minho became entirely yours the moment he started blackmailing me.”
Minho gasped. “It’s not blackmail.”
“It is literally blackmail.”
“It's a negotiation.”
Jessica snorted into her tea. Traitor.
Y/n looked between his children. Minho sat there with the confidence of a tiny mafia boss. Seulgi was now stuffing blueberries into her mouth while whispering, “Treasure,” to herself repeatedly.
He sighed deeply. The kind of sigh that came from a man who knew he’d already lost this argument five minutes ago. “Fine.” Both kids gasped excitedly.
“But,” Y/n pointed a finger immediately, “if I get murdered by falling boxes, I’m haunting everyone in this house.”
“You’re so dramatic,” Jessica said.
“You made the attic scary.”
“It’s not scary.”
“Last time I went up there, something touched my face.”
“That was a feather.”
“How do you know that so confidently?”
“Because I was there.”
“That somehow makes it worse.”
Minho practically vibrated with excitement. “I’m coming too!”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because if there is treasure, I’m not splitting it with you.”
“That’s rude.”
“That’s survival.”
Seulgi suddenly lifted her tiny hand. “I come too.”
“No,” both parents said instantly.
She frowned. “I’m telling grandma.”
Y/n closed his eyes. “This family treats me terribly.”
Jessica finally laughed properly this time, bright and warm, the sound filling the kitchen effortlessly.
God, he loved her laugh. Even after six years together, it still distracted him. Still made him look up automatically. Still made something in his chest soften.
“Go upstairs,” she said, grinning. “Before Minho starts a union.”
“I already have demands,” Minho informed him.
“See?” Jessica gestured to their son.
Y/n pushed himself up from the table with another dramatic sigh. “You know,” he muttered while heading toward the hallway, “normal families spend Saturdays peacefully.”
Jessica called after him immediately. “Normal families don’t have you.”
He looked back at her. She was smiling into her tea softly while Seulgi climbed halfway into her lap.
And just like that, his annoyance disappeared. Because this, this chaos, was his favorite thing in the world.
Minho sprinted after him immediately. “Hurry up, Dad!”
“You’re very demanding for someone who can’t reach the top shelf.”
“I'm a treasure supervisor.”
“That’s not a real job.”
“It is now.”
Y/n shook his head while pulling down the attic ladder. The stairs unfolded loudly from the ceiling.
Minho stared upward like they were about to enter an ancient tomb. “Whoa…”
“You watch too many movies.”
“What if there’s cursed treasure?”
“Then I’m leaving you up there.”
“That’s bad parenting.”
“Correct.”
Minho grinned. Then, lowering his voice dramatically, he whispered, “Dad…”
“What?”
“What if there’s ghosts?”
Y/n immediately started climbing the ladder. “Then they pay rent.”
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Somehow that conversation led to Y/n climbing into the attic while Jessica made lunch downstairs for the kids with Seulgi hanging onto her leg like a tiny backpack.
“Mom,” Seulgi complained dramatically from downstairs, “Minho said treasure is only for boys.”
“I said pirates were boys!” Minho shouted back immediately.
“There were girl pirates too,” Jessica answered while sounding suspiciously busy. “And if you two don’t stop yelling, neither of you are getting dinosaur nuggets.”
Silence.
“…sorry.”
“…sorry.”
Y/n snorted quietly as he pulled himself fully into the attic.
The attic smelled like cardboard and old wood. Dust floated through the thin sunlight coming from the small circular window near the back wall. Boxes lined every side of the room, stacked in uneven towers that looked one sneeze away from collapse.
Every single one was labeled in Jessica’s handwriting.
WINTER CLOTHES.
BABY STUFF.
IMPORTANT.
VERY IMPORTANT.
DO NOT THROW AWAY.
Y/n stared at that last one suspiciously. “Why are there levels of importance?” he muttered under his breath.
He crouched near a box marked miscellaneous and opened it carefully. Inside was a random collection of objects that made absolutely no sense together.
A snow globe. Three expired coupons. A single roller skate. A whisk. A photo of Minho covered in spaghetti.
Y/n blinked slowly. “What kind of serial killer organisation system is this?”
“You say something?” Jessica yelled from downstairs.
“No! But I’m concerned!” He pushed the box aside and opened another one. Photo albums.
This one made him pause. He picked up the top album carefully and flipped through it. Baby Minho stared back at him from almost every page. Tiny. Round-cheeked. Always making the same confused expression like existence itself offended him.
Y/n smiled despite himself.
“Dad!” Minho’s voice echoed from downstairs. “Find anything cool yet?!”
“Your mother’s hoarding problem!”
“I heard that!” Jessica yelled immediately.
“She heard that,” Minho informed him helpfully.
“Thank you, son.”
“You’re welcome.”
Y/n shook his head with a quiet laugh. God, he loved this house. The noise. The chaos. Jessica yelling at him from another room while their kids argued over crayons and juice boxes and who got to sit next to who during movie nights.
It was messy. Loud. Constantly exhausting. And somehow it was everything he’d ever wanted. Three years of marriage. Six years together. 2 Beautiful children. And he still looked at Jessica sometimes and thought, How did I get this lucky?
He opened another box more carefully this time. Tiny shoes sat near the top. Minho’s first sneakers. Seulgi’s tiny little socks. A pair of baby mittens.
Something in his chest tightened unexpectedly. Minho’s feet were almost bigger than his now. Seulgi still crawled into their bed during thunderstorms, but she was growing too. Too fast.
Y/n picked up one of Seulgi’s old stuffed animals, a tiny bunny missing one eye, and smiled faintly. He remembered her carrying it everywhere for nearly two years. Jessica had sewn that bunny back together at least fourteen times. There were still crooked stitches across its side.
He ran his thumb gently over them.
“Dad!” Minho shouted again.
“What?!”
“Did you die?!”
“Not yet!”
“Okay!”
A crash sounded downstairs. Then Seulgi yelled, “MINHO PUSHED ME!”
“I DIDN’T EVEN TOUCH YOU!”
“Yes you DID!”
Jessica’s voice cut through both of them immediately. “If one more person screams in this house, I’m cancelling movie night!”
Instant silence. Y/n laughed under his breath. She ruled this house with terrifying efficiency.
He stood and moved farther toward the back corner of the attic where older boxes had been shoved together. Most were labeled. One wasn’t. That immediately caught his attention.
It sat tucked beneath an old blanket, dusty and forgotten. Y/n crouched beside it slowly. “Hm.”
The tape peeled away easily. Inside were notebooks. Old schoolbooks mostly. Folders. Loose papers. A dried flower pressed between pages.
As well as a small pink diary. Y/n blinked. “Oh no.” A grin spread across his face instantly.
He picked it up carefully, brushing dust off the cover. Jessica’s name was written across the front in messy childish handwriting with little stars doodled around it.
“This…” he whispered dramatically. “This has potential.”
He looked toward the attic stairs instinctively. No Jessica. Good. Very good.
Y/n sat down cross-legged on the floor. The attic creaked softly around him as he opened the diary carefully. Immediately he burst out laughing.
The first page read.
THIS DIARY IS PRIVATE. IF Y/N READS THIS HE IS STUPID.
“Well that feels targeted.” He turned the page anyway.
At first, it was exactly what he expected. Complaints about school. Teachers she hated. Arguments with friends. Doodles covering entire pages. One entry was just.
I HATE MATH.
followed by three full angry pages explaining why fractions were “evil.”
Y/n laughed quietly to himself. “She really hasn’t changed at all.”
Then another entry caught his eye.
Mrs. Han gave me a B+ today. This is the worst day of my life.
Underneath it, twelve-year-old Jessica had apparently drawn herself lying dramatically in a coffin.
Y/n snorted so hard he nearly dropped the diary. “You’re insane.” He kept reading.
Each page somehow sounded exactly like her. Even younger Jessica had the same dramatic energy she still carried now. Then he turned another page. And froze.
I think I’m in love with Y/n.
The smile slowly faded from his face. His eyes flickered to the date. Elementary school. His brows furrowed immediately. “What?”
He stared at the sentence again. Then the next line.
Today he shared his lunch with me because I forgot mine. He smiled at me and I think my heart almost exploded.
Y/n blinked several times. Then laughed softly in disbelief. “No way.” He turned another page slowly.
Y/n walked me home today.
Another.
He said my drawing looked nice.
Another.
I think he likes someone else.
Something warm and strange settled heavily in his chest. At first, he thought it was funny. Cute. Childhood crushes happen all the time.
But then he kept reading. And reading. And slowly, the humor faded into something else entirely. The entries changed over the years. The handwriting improved. The emotions deepened. Middle school entries were full of tiny jealousies and nervous excitement.
Y/n sat next to me in class today. He touched my hand accidentally and I forgot how to speak. Why does he smell so nice all the time?
Y/n covered his mouth, trying not to laugh. “Oh my God.”
Then another one.
Today Y/n called me pretty and I almost threw up from panic.
Another.
I think if Y/n hugged me for longer than five seconds I would actually pass away.
Y/n leaned back against an old box slowly. His heart felt strangely tight. Because he remembered some of these moments. Barely. To him they had been ordinary days. Normal conversations. Tiny things forgotten almost immediately.
But Jessica remembered all of them. Every smile. Every compliment. Every moment he gave her attention. Then high school came.
And the words changed again. Less childish. More real.
Sometimes I wonder if Y/n knows how important he is to me. I think I could spend forever with him and still want more time. I hate every girl that flirts with him.
He let out a startled laugh at that one. “Jealousy. Noted.”
Then another entry.
He hugged me today because I was crying and I genuinely think that hug fixed something inside me.
Y/n swallowed hard. The attic suddenly felt too quiet. The sounds downstairs became distant. Muted.
He kept turning pages slowly, unable to stop. There were entries about school dances. Late-night phone calls. Times he stayed up helping her study. Inside jokes. Birthday gifts. Moments he barely even remembered.
Yet Jessica remembered all of them. To him, those moments had been normal. To her, they had been everything. Then he reached an entry years later.
The night he confessed. Y/n’s chest tightened before he even started reading.
He kissed me. After all these years, he kissed me. I thought maybe reality could never live up to how much I imagined this moment, but somehow it was better.
Y/n exhaled shakily. He leaned back slightly against an old box, eyes still fixed on the page. He remembered that night vividly.
The nervousness. How sweaty his hands were. How terrified he’d been that she didn’t feel the same way. And the way Jessica looked at him afterward, like she couldn’t believe he was real.
At the time, he thought she was just surprised. Now he realized she’d probably been waiting years. He turned another page carefully.
Sometimes I feel guilty.
His brows pulled together.
Because Y/n thinks he fell first.
A laugh escaped him before he could stop it. “You liar,” he whispered softly.
Then another page.
If he ever finds these diaries I’ll move countries.
He snorted loudly. “Oh, absolutely not.”
Then he reached the final entry. And this one made his chest ache.
If I ever become his wife, I think I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure he knows how loved he is.
Y/n stared at the words silently. His vision blurred slightly. Without realizing it, he smiled. Not amusement. Not teasing. Something softer. Something painful.
He thought about every little thing Jessica did every single day. The notes she slipped into his lunch. The way she always waited awake if he worked late. How she unconsciously reached for him in her sleep. How she still smiled every time he walked into a room like she genuinely missed him after only a few hours apart.
All this time… He thought they simply built a life together naturally. He never realised Jessica had been loving him long before he even understood what love really was.
Y/n slowly closed the diary. Then looked up. And froze.
Jessica stood near the attic entrance. Completely still. One hand rested against the handrail. Her eyes immediately dropped to the diary in his hands. “Oh my God,” she whispered. Y/n blinked. “You found it.”
Y/n blinked. “You–
“Don’t,” Jessica said instantly, horrified. The reaction was immediate. Violent, almost.
A deep red spread across her face so quickly it climbed all the way to the tips of her ears as she slapped both hands over her face like she could physically block the situation from existing. “Please don’t say anything.”
Y/n stared at her. Then at the diary. Then back at her again. Jessica groaned loudly behind her hands. “I was hoping you’d die before finding that.”
That did it. He laughed immediately. Not just a quiet chuckle. Actually laughed. The kind that escaped before he could stop it.
Jessica made a wounded noise. “You’re laughing at my suffering.”
“You wrote six pages because I gave you half a sandwich!”
“It was a meaningful sandwich!”
Y/n laughed even harder.
Jessica slowly dragged her hands down her face just enough to glare at him through her fingers. “You weren’t supposed to read that.”
“You wrote about me breathing.”
“You breathe very nicely.”
That nearly killed him. Y/n doubled over laughing while Jessica looked seconds away from evaporating from embarrassment.
“Oh my God,” he wheezed. “You were obsessed with me.”
“I was NOT obsessed.”
“You documented my existence like a wildlife researcher.”
Her jaw dropped. “I hate you.”
“No you don’t.”
“I currently do.”
“You literally wrote that my smile made your ‘internal organs feel strange.’”
“That was PRIVATE.”
“You drew hearts around my name!”
“I WAS TEN!”
Y/n laughed so hard tears started forming in his eyes.
Jessica stared at him in betrayal. “This is the worst day of my life.”
“No,” he managed between laughs, “this is the best day of my life.”
She groaned again and turned away dramatically. “I’m going to throw myself off the roof.”
“No, come here.”
“No.”
“Jessica.”
“No.”
Y/n stood up carefully, still holding the diary in one hand. The attic creaked softly beneath him. Sunlight from the tiny attic window fell across Jessica’s face, and despite how embarrassed she was, all he could think was how beautiful she looked.
How beautiful she always looked. Even standing in an attic threatening to launch herself through the ceiling. “You seriously loved me since we were kids?” he asked again, quieter this time.
Jessica froze. The humor softened slightly around the edges. Her hands slowly dropped from her face. And suddenly she looked shy. Actually shy.
Which still somehow happened sometimes even after six years together. Especially when emotions were involved. “You’re making this worse,” she muttered weakly.
“I’m trying to understand.”
“There’s nothing to understand.”
“There is everything to understand.” Y/n stared at her in disbelief. “You loved me before I even knew what love was.”
Jessica looked down immediately. “That sounds creepy when you say it like that.”
“It sounds insane.”
She groaned. “Great.”
“No, I mean,” He stopped himself, trying to find the right words. Because suddenly his chest felt too full. Too tight. “You really felt all this for me that long?” he asked softly.
Jessica’s expression softened a little. She glanced down at the diary still clutched in his hand. Then finally sighed in defeat. “I don’t remember a time I didn’t.”
The attic went completely silent. Even the sounds downstairs seemed far away for a second. Y/n felt something in his chest physically ache.
Jessica laughed softly, embarrassed. “You were just always there,” she admitted quietly. “Even when we were kids.” Her voice softened further. “You were my favorite person before you even noticed.”
Y/n stared at her. And suddenly every memory he had of Jessica replayed differently in his head.
Every time she waited for him after class. Every time she laughed too hard at his dumb jokes. Every birthday message. Every moment she stayed beside him through every phase of life.
All this time, she had already loved him. Completely. Long before he realized it himself.
“You know what’s crazy?” he asked softly.
Jessica glanced up cautiously. “What?”
“I thought I loved you more after we got married.” Jessica blinked slowly. “But I think I just keep discovering new reasons.”
Her entire expression cracked. “Oh, stop,” she whispered, laughing shakily. “You can’t say things like that after reading my childhood embarrassment.”
“It’s not embarrassing.”
“Yes it is.”
“It’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever read.”
Jessica looked away immediately, cheeks burning again.
“You say that now until Minho finds the page where I wrote Mrs. Y/n over and over.”
Y/n nearly choked. “You did WHAT?”
“IT WAS ONE PAGE!”
“That’s insane behaviour!”
“I WAS TWELVE WITH THAT ONE!”
“You practiced your signature?!”
“I thought maybe one day I’d need it!”
“That is genuinely terrifying!”
Jessica shoved him weakly in the shoulder while he laughed uncontrollably again. “You are never allowed to judge me.”
“You wrote fanfiction about our future!”
“I DID NOT.”
“You absolutely did.”
“There were only two wedding scenarios!”
“TWO?!” He exclaimed in shock “I only saw one.”
Jessica covered her face again. “I’m leaving.”
“There were two wedding scenarios?”
“You are being so cruel right now.”
Y/n laughed so hard his stomach hurt. And despite herself, Jessica eventually started laughing too. Soft at first. Then harder. Until both of them were standing in the dusty attic laughing like idiots.
God. He loved her. So much it almost hurt. Not the dramatic kind of hurt. Not painful. Just overwhelming.
Like his chest physically couldn’t contain how much affection he felt for her in that moment.
Y/n stepped closer slowly. Jessica’s laughter faded as she looked up at him. Then he wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her gently against him.
And instantly, instinctively, she melted into him.
Like she always did. Like she belonged there.
“You know,” he murmured softly, brushing his thumb against her side, “I think this might be the most loved I’ve ever felt.”
Jessica’s expression softened completely. Every trace of embarrassment faded into something quieter. Warmer. “You should,” she whispered. “Because nobody’s ever going to love you more than I do.”
That hit him directly in the chest. Hard enough that for a second he genuinely couldn’t speak. Because she meant it.
Not casually. Not jokingly. Jessica loved him with years behind it. With history. With memories. With every version of herself she had ever been.
Y/n leaned down and kissed her slowly. Soft. Warm. Familiar.
Jessica sighed softly against him immediately, fingers curling lightly into his shirt. And somehow after all these years, kissing her still felt like coming home. When they pulled apart, she smiled shyly.
The same smile she’d probably been giving him since childhood. Then all hell broke loose.
“DAD!” Both of them flinched violently. Minho’s voice echoed from downstairs loud enough to shake the entire house. “SEULGI PUT A CHICKEN NUGGET IN THE DVD PLAYER!”
Jessica closed her eyes slowly. “…what?”
“I WANTED TO SEE IF IT WOULD PLAY!” Seulgi yelled back defensively.
Y/n buried his face into Jessica’s shoulder laughing while she groaned into her hands. “Our kids are broken.”
“They’re your children,” she accused immediately.
“You loved me first, this is your fault.”
Jessica gasped dramatically. “You can’t blame me for the nugget incident!”
Another scream came from downstairs. Then Minho again. “MOM! THE DVD PLAYER IS SMOKING!”
Jessica immediately shoved Y/n toward the attic stairs. “Go. Parent.”
“You’re coming with me.”
“No. I emotionally cannot handle this right now.”
“Jessica.”
“You laughed at my diary.”
“That is unrelated.”
“It is deeply related.”
Y/n snorted while climbing down the first few steps. Then he stopped halfway.
Jessica looked up suspiciously. “What?”
He held up the diary carefully. “I’m keeping this.”
Her eyes widened instantly. “Absolutely not.”
“Absolutely yes.”
“Y/n.”
“You married me,” he interrupted with a grin. “Legally too late.”
“You cannot blackmail your wife with her childhood diary!”
“I can and I will.”
“You’re evil.”
“You wrote ‘Mrs. Y/n’ repeatedly in a glitter pen.”
Her jaw dropped. “You are never seeing another diary again.”
“There’s MORE?” Jessica froze. Y/n’s eyes widened. “There’s more?”
She immediately turned to leave. “Nope. Conversation over.”
Y/n grabbed her wrist gently before she escaped. “Jessica.”
Jessica made a sound of genuine anguish. “I hate you so much.”
“No you don’t.”
“…unfortunately.”
He grinned triumphantly before heading downstairs laughing.
Jessica followed behind him muttering threats under her breath.
And for the rest of the day, while cleaning chicken nuggets out of electronics, while helping Seulgi colour princesses blue because “they deserve options,” while listening to Minho explain treasure maps at dinner, folding laundry together, and putting the kids to bed.
Every single time Y/n looked at Jessica, he saw her differently. Not because she changed. But because now he knew.
Every smile. Every touch. Every absent-minded kiss against his shoulder while passing by. Every “Drive safe.” Every “Did you eat yet?” Every “I love you.” Jessica had been carrying those feelings for almost her entire life.
And somehow, after all those years, after marriage, after children, after ordinary days and hard days and loud chaotic days. She still looked at him like he was the best thing that had ever happened to her.
And maybe the craziest part was, Y/n realised he looked at her the exact same way.
Even after six years together, she still got shy sometimes. Especially when it involved emotions.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
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Under The Table (Part 6)
Fanprose
{ Story Masterlist }
The apartment had always been quiet in the mornings.
Not silent, never silent, but soft. Lived-in. The hum of the fridge. The occasional sound of traffic outside the windows. The kettle clicking when one of you forgot to turn it off properly.
Usually, Asa was the first one awake.
She liked slow mornings. Coffee before conversation. Sunlight through the curtains. Sometimes she’d sit on the kitchen counter in one of your hoodies while you made breakfast badly on purpose just so she’d eventually take over with an annoyed sigh.
It had become routine.
Comfort.
Home.
So when you woke up that Monday morning and realised her side of the bed was still occupied well past noon, something immediately felt… off.
At first, you thought she was just tired.
The weekend had been long. You’d both stayed up too late Saturday night watching terrible movies while Asa relentlessly judged every character decision out loud.
Then Sunday had been spent helping Johnny move apartments, which mostly consisted of you carrying boxes while Asa sat cross-legged on the floor directing everyone like a tiny exhausted commander.
By the time you’d both gotten home, she’d practically collapsed face-first into bed. So tired made sense.
Except Asa never slept this late.
You rubbed your eyes as you sat up, glancing toward her again.
She was still curled under the blankets, barely moving except for the slow rise and fall of her breathing. One arm tucked under the pillow. Brows faintly furrowed even in sleep.
You frowned slightly. “Asa?” you called softly.
A quiet groan answered you. Not words. Just sound.
Your concern sharpened instantly. You moved closer, resting a hand lightly against her forehead. “Baby?”
She cracked one eye open with visible effort. “Mm?”
“You okay?”
She closed her eyes again immediately. “No.”
That got your full attention.
You shifted closer against the headboard. “What hurts?”
“Everything,” she mumbled dramatically into the pillow. “I think I’m dying.”
“You’re twenty-four.”
“People die at twenty-four.”
You snorted despite yourself. “Not from helping Johnny move furniture.”
“You didn’t see those stairs.”
A weak smile tugged at your mouth, but it faded quickly when she pressed a hand against her stomach with another quiet wince.
“Hey,” you said more gently now. “Seriously. What’s wrong?”
She stayed quiet for a second before sighing. “My stomach feels weird.”
“Weird how?”
“I don’t know.” Her voice came out tired and rough with sleep. “Just… bad.”
You studied her face carefully.
Pale. Exhausted. And definitely not pretending.
“Okay,” you said immediately, already getting out of bed. “Stay there.”
One eye opened again. “Where are you going?”
“To get you things.”
“That is not a real answer.”
“It’s the only one you’re getting right now.”
She let out a tired huff as you disappeared toward the kitchen.
Ten minutes later, you returned balancing water, crackers, medicine, a cold towel, and somehow also her favourite blanket despite the fact she was already under one.
Asa blinked slowly at the pile in your arms. “…Are you opening a hospital?”
“Yes.”
“For a stomach ache?”
“You said you were dying.”
“I was being dramatic.”
“And I’m taking it seriously.”
That finally earned you the smallest smile of the morning. Tiny. Sleepy. Barely there. But enough to make your chest loosen a little.
You sat everything down beside her carefully before climbing back onto the bed. “Drink some water first.”
She made a face immediately. “I don’t want to.”
“You have to.”
“You’re sounding very authoritarian right now.”
“You love it.”
“I tolerate it.”
“You adore me.”
“That remains unconfirmed.”
You grinned slightly as she finally took the glass from your hands.
For a while, things felt manageable after that. Not good. But manageable.
She drank water. Managed half a cracker. Fell back asleep against your shoulder while some random cooking show played quietly in the background.
And without really thinking about it, you cancelled your plans for the day.
Because if Asa was sick, then naturally your only responsibility became Asa. Nothing else really mattered after that.
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The first two days, it didn’t seem like anything serious.
Asa had brushed it off with a tired laugh the morning she first felt unwell. “Probably just something I ate,” she had said, already pulling the blanket back over herself like sleep could fix it.
You hadn’t questioned it. Instead, you adjusted your entire world around her.
If she stayed in bed, you stayed in bed. If she wanted water, you were already halfway to the kitchen. If she even lookedlike she might need something, you were there before she could finish the thought.
Johnny had once called you “a man on standby,” and Ruka had laughed so hard she nearly choked.
But you didn’t care. Because it was Asa. And Asa didn’t take sick days often. By the third morning, though, something shifted.
It wasn’t dramatic. It was quiet. Too quiet.
She had made it to the bathroom before you even fully woke up, and the sound that followed made your stomach drop instantly.
You were up immediately. “Hey, hey,” you called softly, already moving down the hallway. “I’m here.”
The door cracked open a few minutes later, and Asa stepped out looking pale in a way that didn’t suit her at all. Hair tied loosely, eyes half-lidded, one hand still resting lightly against her stomach.
You didn’t say anything at first. You just guided her back to bed, like you had done the last two mornings.
But this time, your chest felt heavier.
She laid down slowly, exhaling.
You sat beside her, brushing her hair back gently. “Baby,” you said quietly, “this has been going on for three days now.”
She gave a small, tired sigh. “I know. I’m sorry.”
Your hand paused for a second. Then you shook your head immediately. “No, baby, it’s fine. I’m not upset. I just…” You hesitated, choosing your words carefully. “I think you need to do a test.”
She frowned slightly, turning her head toward you. “For what?”
You looked at her for a moment. Then you exhaled through your nose, like you’d been holding this thought in for too long. “So I searched up your symptoms,” you admitted slowly, already wincing at yourself, “and… I think you should take a pregnancy test.”
Silence.
Asa just stared at you. Not reacting immediately. Just… processing.
Her eyes stayed on yours, searching for something, panic, certainty, a joke, anything. You gave her none of that. Only honesty.
“…Fuck,” she finally said.
You blinked. “Yeah, that’s… also my reaction.”
She rubbed her face slowly. “Do you want me to get a test?”
“Yes,” you said immediately, already standing. “Please.”
“Okay,” she sighed, sitting up.
You were already moving. Too fast. Definitely too fast. “Alright, I’ll be like five minutes.”
She watched you for half a second. “Y/n, don’t speed.”
“I will not be driving like this,” you called back as you grabbed your wallet off the dresser, your voice slightly raised with urgency. “I’m fucking running to the chemist.”
The front door slammed a second later.
Asa sat there in silence. Then she exhaled sharply through her nose, shaking her head. “This idiot,” she muttered.
But there was no real frustration in it. Only disbelief. And something softer underneath it.
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When she got up a few minutes later, it wasn’t because she felt better. It was because sitting still suddenly felt impossible.
She walked slowly to your shared bedroom, passing the kitchen on instinct.
Your phone was sitting on the counter. Unlocked. Asa paused. Stared at it.
The screen was still on, brightness dimmed but not gone, and at first she only glanced at it out of habit. But then her eyes caught the words near the top of the page.
early pregnancy symptoms
Her brows pulled together slightly. Underneath it were more searches.
How soon do symptoms start. Best foods during pregnancy. How accurate are tests after a missed period?
Asa stared at the screen for a few seconds longer than she meant to.
Then she let out a slow breath through her nose, somewhere between disbelief and exhausted amusement. “This idiot,” she muttered quietly, though her voice had softened completely now.
Of course you’d been panicking on your own instead of saying anything.
Asa leaned against the counter for a moment, arms folded tightly over herself, eyes fixed on nothing in particular. She hated this feeling, the waiting, the overthinking, the silence stretching too long.
Then she went back to the couch.
And waited.
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The front door didn’t open gently.
It slammed.
Asa jolted slightly, looking up just in time to see you burst inside like you had just run a marathon through chaos.
“I got it!” you announced immediately. Then you froze. Because she was staring at you.
And you realised, a beat too late, that you might have just scared your very sick fiancée. “Oh crap— my bad,” you said quickly, dropping the bag onto the table and walking toward her. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” she deadpanned. “It’s only a heart attack.”
You winced. “Right. Okay. Noted. I will knock the next time I enter reality.”
She leaned back into the couch, exhausted but watching you. “So…” she said slowly, “what did you do at the chemist?”
You hesitated. Then dumped the entire bag onto the coffee table. At least ten pregnancy tests rolled out in different directions.
Asa stared at them. Then at you. “…What did you do, buy the whole store?”
“I don’t know what to do!” you said immediately, hands raised slightly like you were defending yourself in court.
She blinked. “And I do?!”
You paused.
“…Yes?”
“No, Y/n,” she said instantly.
“Okay, that’s my bad,” you admitted quickly, already stepping closer. “But can you do the test now?”
Asa stared at you for a long moment.
Then pushed herself up slowly.
“Go sit on the bed.”
“Yes, dear,” you said immediately, already obeying like it was muscle memory.
She shook her head as she walked toward the bathroom. “Unbelievable…”
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A few minutes passed. Too few.
Not enough for your brain to stop running through every possible outcome at once. You were sitting on the edge of the bed, elbows on your knees, hands clasped tightly together like that could somehow steady the situation.
You weren’t even breathing properly. That's when the bathroom door opened.
Asa stepped out slowly.
She didn’t say anything at first. Just held something in her hand.
The test.
You stood up instantly. “Okay, okay, what is it?”
She looked at you. Then at the test. Then back at you.
“It’s positive.” Silence.
You blinked. “…Okay,” you said.
Asa raised an eyebrow. “Okay?”
“Yes,” you nodded quickly, like your brain had decided to short-circuit into calm. “Okay.”
She stared at you. “That’s it?”
You stepped forward immediately. “That’s not it,” you said, voice softening now as you reached for her hands. “It is okay because we will get through this because we have each other and nothing will change that.”
Her breath caught slightly as you pulled her hands up and pressed a kiss to them.
“Okay?” you repeated gently.
Asa stared at you for a second longer.
Then her shoulders finally dropped.
She leaned forward, resting her head against your chest.
And you felt it immediately. The shake. Not panic. Not fear.
Just emotion finally spilling over now that she didn’t have to hold it in.
Your arms wrapped around her instantly.
“I’ve got you,” you murmured, one hand smoothing over her back. “Believe me when I say it will all be okay.”
She let out a shaky breath against you. Then whispered, “Are you sure?”
You pulled back just enough to look at her.
Completely serious now.
“Absolutely,” you said. “I made you a promise when I put this ring on your finger. You know, the second attempt.”
That got a small, broken laugh out of her through everything.
“Even though we aren’t officially married yet,” you continued softly, brushing her hair back, “we will be. And then our family will start. Okay?”
Asa studied your face for a long moment. Like she was grounding herself in you. Then she exhaled slowly. And nodded. “…Okay,” she said again.
This time, quieter.
But certain.
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A/N : I'll say the same thing I said somewhere else. This is all I have planned for this story but the story will stay open.
I will be taking requests for this story, so if there is a prompt that you want to see, I will try and make it happen.
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Under The Table (Part 5)
Fanprose
{ Story Masterlist }
The wind was calmer than usual that afternoon.
That alone made you feel like something was on your side, but you didn’t trust it enough to relax. The kind of silence this place sometimes had wasn’t empty; it was waiting.
The ocean below rolled endlessly against the cliffs, steady and unbothered, like it had seen every kind of human decision made at its edge and refused to care either way.
The cliff wasn’t easy to get to, it never was, but that was part of why it mattered. The narrow path, the uneven stone, the way you had to watch every step or risk slipping into distraction or worse.
You and Asa always came here when the world got too loud. When schedules, expectations, and everything in between started pressing too tightly against your ribs.
Out here, there was only the ocean stretching endlessly below and the sky wide enough to make everything else feel small. It never fixed anything, but it made things quieter inside your head, like someone had turned the volume down on life just enough for you to breathe again.
Today, though, it wasn’t just a place to breathe.
Today, it was the place you were going to change everything.
“Careful with that,” Johnny called out, hauling a box of fairy lights over his shoulder as he stepped carefully over the uneven rocks.
“I’m careful,” you muttered automatically, even though you were clearly not being careful at all, adjusting the floral arrangement that Ruka had insisted needed “more height and emotional balance.”
Ruka snorted. “That means it looks prettier from far away. Don’t overthink it.”
“That’s literally what overthinking is,” you shot back, but you still adjusted it anyway.
Pharita was already laying out a soft blanket near the edge, where the cliff curved just enough to frame the sunset perfectly. She smoothed it down with deliberate precision, like she was making sure time itself wouldn’t wrinkle it.
“Asa’s going to cry,” she said matter-of-factly, as if it were a weather report.
“I’m trying to make her not cry,” you said, though your voice wasn’t very convincing even to yourself.
Pharita glanced at you over her shoulder. “You’re planning a proposal. Crying is part of the package.”
Ahyeon was untangling ribbons with Rami, both of them moving quickly and efficiently like they’d done this a hundred times before, like chaos was just another thing they knew how to organise into something beautiful.
“You’re definitely making her cry,” Ahyeon said without looking up. “But like… good crying.”
“Is there a difference?” you asked.
Rami nodded seriously. “One is panic. One is love. You want the second one.”
Rora and Chiquita were in charge of the final touches, candles in glass holders, photos of you and Asa clipped along a thin string between two rocks, small details that somehow made the whole thing feel alive. Not staged. Not artificial. Just… honest.
“This is a proposal not a retirement party you grandma” Chiquita said to Rora.
“I am a couple months older than you.” She retorted.
Everyone just ignored them and moved on to finish setting up.
Johnny clapped his hands once. “Alright. Timeline check. She’s still thinking this is just a normal ‘we’re going to the cliff for a break’ situation?”
You nodded. “Yeah. I told her I just wanted to watch the sunset with her after work.”
“Perfect,” Ruka said, stepping back to inspect the setup like she was judging an art exhibition. “So she has no idea she’s about to get emotionally ambushed.”
“Romantically ambushed,” Pharita corrected automatically.
“Same thing,” Ruka replied.
There was a brief pause.
Then Johnny added, “Honestly, worse.”
You let out a short breath that almost turned into a laugh, but didn’t quite make it. Your fingers brushed over the edge of your pocket without thinking, checking, grounding, reminding yourself it was there. Still there. Real.
The ring.
You exhaled slowly and looked out at the ocean.
Three years.
Three years of Asa falling asleep on your shoulder during late-night drives when neither of you had the energy to talk anymore. Three years of her stealing your hoodies and pretending she didn’t know where they came from, even when she wore them more than you did. Three years of her laughing at your worst jokes, correcting your worst habits, and staying even when staying would’ve been easier to question.
Three years of arguments that ended with quiet apologies, soft touches, and forehead presses that said more than words ever could.
Three years of choosing each other, again and again and again, without ever actually calling it a decision.
And now. Now you are going to make it one.
Your phone buzzed.
Asa
I'm finishing up now. i’ll meet you there 💙
Your stomach flipped so hard it almost felt like falling. “She’s on her way,” you said.
The entire atmosphere shifted instantly.
It wasn’t panic, it was focus. Everyone moved faster, sharper, like a scene snapping into place.
Johnny adjusted the last set of lights, checking the angles like they mattered more than gravity.
Rami crouched to realign a candle that was already perfectly straight.
Rora smoothed the blanket one final time like it could somehow become smoother if she believed in it enough.
Chiquita stepped back again, scanning everything with quiet satisfaction, like a director reviewing a final take before saying action.
Ruka nodded once. “It’s good.”
Pharita looked at you, softer now. “You ready?”
You weren’t.
Not really.
Not in the way people ever are for moments that are going to split their life into before and after.
But you nodded anyway.
Because you loved her.
And because love, real love, was never about feeling ready.
It was about showing up anyway.
And that had to be enough.
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Before she showed up you were pacing slightly around the proposal spot.
The fact that you were about to propose made you think back to this exact time last year.
The moment the words had left Asa’s mouth that night, everything had shifted, quietly, almost imperceptibly, but permanently.
It had been nothing dramatic. Just a late evening at home, the two of you half-lounging on the couch, city lights bleeding through the window.
She’d been absentmindedly playing with your hand while talking about nothing important, something about work, something about a coworker who kept stealing her pens.
Then, like it was the simplest thing in the world, she’d said it.
“I want you to know that if you ask me to marry you, I’ll say yes. With no hesitation.”
You remembered how casually she’d said it. Like she was commenting on the weather.
Like it wasn’t going to rearrange your entire understanding of time.
You had blinked at her. “Really?”
“Yep,” she’d replied, completely unbothered, eyes drifting down to her left hand like she was already imagining something there. “All I have to do now is wait for you to ask.”
You had laughed softly at first. A reflex. A defense. “That’s not how proposals are supposed to work.”
Asa had just shrugged. “It can be if you want it to be.”
And then she smiled.
Like it was settled.
Like it had already happened somewhere in the future and she was just being patient enough to wait for it to catch up.
That was the moment it stopped being a vague “someday” thought in your head.
It became a plan.
A real one.
One you started building the very next day.
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Now, back on the cliff, a year later, your chest felt like it was trying to outrun your body.
“You’re shaking,” Ruka said bluntly.
“I’m not shaking,” you replied immediately.
Johnny raised an eyebrow. “Your hand is literally vibrating against your pocket right now.”
You looked down.
It was.
Traitorous.
You exhaled hard through your nose and forced your fingers to still. “I just, this is fine. This is normal. People propose all the time.”
Pharita tilted her head. “Most people don’t look like they’re about to fight the ocean.”
“It’s just adrenaline,” you insisted.
Ahyeon didn’t even look up from adjusting a ribbon. “It’s fear.”
“It’s excitement,” Rami corrected.
“It’s both,” Rora said calmly, as if she was solving a mathematical equation.
You dragged a hand down your face.
“I know she’ll say yes,” you muttered, more to yourself than anyone else. “She literally already told me she would.”
Johnny snorted. “That’s the most secure proposal safety net I’ve ever heard.”
“And yet,” Ruka said, stepping closer, “you look like you’re about to climb Everest with no oxygen.”
You let out a shaky laugh. “Because I am.”
That got everyone to pause.
Even the wind felt like it slowed down for a second.
You swallowed, staring out at the ocean again, but your mind wasn’t here anymore. It was back in that apartment. That night. Her voice, calm and certain in a way you still didn’t fully understand.
“I’ll say yes.”
“No hesitation.”
“All I have to do now is wait for you to ask.”
You hadn’t said anything right away after that. You’d just looked at her. Really looked at her.
At Asa, who trusted you so completely she’d already stepped into a future you hadn’t even built yet.
And something in you had snapped into place.
Not pressure. Not fear.
Clarity.
You’d stood up the next morning before she woke up and started writing things down. Places. Ideas. Details. The cliff had been the first thing you wrote, underlined twice. Not because it was the most impressive, but because it was yours. Hers. Something that already belonged to both of you.
Johnny’s voice cut through your thoughts. “You’re overthinking again.”
“I’m not–”
“You are,” Ruka said immediately.
You sighed. “Okay, I am.”
Pharita stepped closer, softer now. “Hey. Listen.”
You looked at her.
She nodded toward the setup, the lights, the photos, the little pieces of your life arranged carefully like a memory waiting to happen.
“You didn’t build all of this because you weren’t sure,” she said. “You built it because you are.”
That landed somewhere deeper than you expected.
Rami smiled faintly. “Asa already said yes. In her way.”
Ahyeon finally looked up. “Now you’re just catching up.”
That almost made you laugh properly this time.
Almost.
You turned your gaze back toward the path.
Nothing yet.
Just wind.
Just a cliff.
Just the sound of your heartbeat refusing to behave.
“She’s going to be here soon,” Johnny said quietly.
You nodded once.
Your hand slipped into your pocket again, not to check, just to feel it there.
Real.
Final.
You exhaled slowly.
“Okay,” you whispered, more to yourself than anyone else.
And for the first time that day, your voice didn’t shake.
“I can do this.”
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By the time Asa arrived, the sun was already beginning its slow descent, painting the ocean in gold and soft orange streaks that broke apart whenever the wind skimmed across the surface. The cliff looked different at this hour, softer somehow, like the edges of everything had been smudged into something gentler.
She stepped carefully onto the cliff path, hair slightly wind-tossed from the drive over, eyes already scanning the space out of instinct. Asa always noticed everything at once, even when she pretended she wasn’t paying attention.
“Hey,” she called, smiling when she saw you. “You weren’t waiting long were you?”
“Yeah,” you said, her face changed slightly, “I mean no! No, I wasn't waiting that long.” trying to sound normal.
“Okay.” She visibly calmed a bit.
Trying and probably failing at sounding normal. “I wanted to get the best spot.”
She gave a small hum of approval as she walked closer, like that made sense. Like nothing about this moment was unusual at all. The wind caught the edge of her jacket as she reached you, and without even thinking about it, she slipped her hand into yours.
That simple, familiar gesture almost made you forget everything you had planned.
Almost.
Because your hand tightened slightly around hers before you could stop it, and your heart immediately started behaving like it had somewhere else to be.
“This place is pretty quiet today,” she said, glancing around as she took a few more steps forward with you. “Did you notice that?”
You swallowed. Your mind briefly considered lying. It didn’t stick.
“I might’ve… arranged that,” you admitted.
Asa stopped walking just enough to look at you.
Her eyebrows lifted slightly. “You arranged the ocean to be empty?”
A laugh slipped out of you—too quick, too sharp. “No, I–” You shook your head, trying to steady yourself. “Just… the people part. I told Johnny to handle it.”
That earned a quiet smile from her, like she was filing that away for later teasing.
But then she looked at you properly.
Not the passing glance she usually gave when she was tired or distracted.
Properly.
And that was always her superpower.
Asa didn’t miss things. She didn’t rush past details. She paused on them, turned them over, understood them before anyone else even realised they mattered.
Her gaze softened, but sharpened at the same time, like something inside her had clicked into place.
Then she noticed the change in the air.
The stillness that wasn’t natural.
The way you were standing slightly too rigid, like your body didn’t know what to do with itself.
And behind you. The lights. Soft strands woven between rocks, catching the fading sun and turning it into something warmer.
The blanket laid carefully near the edge where you always sat together, like it had been waiting for her specifically.
The photos clipped along the line, small fragments of time she recognised instantly, even from here.
Her own smile in them. Your hands. Moments she didn’t remember being captured. And the candles, flickering gently despite the wind, stubborn little flames refusing to go out.
Asa’s expression shifted in real time.
First confusion.
Then recognition.
Then something quieter.
Something that made her breath slow without her meaning to.
Her hand, still in yours, loosened slightly.
Not to let go.
Just… because she suddenly wasn’t sure what was going on.
“…What is this?” she asked quietly.
But her voice had changed.
It wasn't a curiosity now.
It was understanding trying to catch up to emotion.
You turned toward her fully now.
And for a second, everything you rehearsed vanished.
The words you had planned, carefully structured and memorized, suddenly felt too small for everything she was to you.
So you didn’t use them.
Instead, you just spoke.
“Asa… I’ve been thinking about this for a long time. About us. About everything we’ve built without even realising we were building it.”
Her breath caught slightly.
You stepped closer.
“You’ve been my calm place since before I even knew what I needed. And somehow… you still are. Even now.”
A pause.
The ocean kept moving behind you.
“I don’t want a version of my life where you’re not in it,” you continued. “Not for a day. Not for a year. Not ever.”
Her eyes were already glassy.
Behind her, you could see your friends watching quietly from a distance, Johnny with his arms crossed like he was trying not to cry first, Ruka already failing at that, Pharita holding Rami’s hand, all of them frozen as the moment unfolded.
You exhaled once.
You dropped down onto one knee.
And for a second, just one second, everything felt like it finally locked into place.
The cliff, the sunset, the ocean below, your friends holding their breath behind Asa like the whole world had paused to watch.
You reached into your pocket.
This was the moment.
This was the part you had rehearsed more times than you could count, late at night, in the mirror, in your head when you couldn’t sleep. Every word had been polished down to something clean and steady.
Except now your hands were shaking so badly it felt like your body had decided to betray you at the worst possible time.
You pulled the ring out.
It caught the light for a split second, gold warm against the sunset.
Asa’s breath hitched.
You opened your mouth.
And then it happened.
It slipped.
Not dramatically. Not in slow motion like some cruel cinematic joke.
Just… gone.
Falling.
A clean, horrifying drop past your fingers.
Time didn’t slow down.
It sharpened.
“NO–” you blurted, lunging instinctively forward.
But it was already too late.
The ring bounced once on a rock ledge. And disappeared over the edge.
Silence.
Then.
“…Y/n you idiot,” Asa said. And she was laughing…Actually laughing.
Like the entire situation was the funniest thing she had ever seen in her life.
You froze. “I– what– Damn it.”
Your voice cracked halfway through.
Behind her, you could hear it, Johnny making a sound that was somewhere between a choke and a scream.
Ruka had fully given up on being composed.
Someone, probably Rami, was whispering “oh no, oh no, oh no” like it was a prayer.
You pushed yourself up properly, panic taking over your entire body.
“Baby, it’s okay,” Asa said through laughter, stepping closer.
But you weren’t hearing it anymore.
“I’ll take you to a jeweler,” you rushed out, words tripping over each other. “I’ll get you one even better, if you don’t like any other I am going to jump after it right now–”
You turned, actually looking over the edge like your brain had fully detached from reality. “I can see it! I’ll get it!”
You were already shrugging your jacket off.
“Y/n, stop!” Asa laughed harder, grabbing your arm before you could fully commit to whatever terrible idea your panic had invented.
You resisted for half a second, still staring down. “It’s right there, I can reach it–”
She pulled you back toward her. Firmly.
Warm hands on your face, forcing you to look at her. “Hey,” she said, still smiling, still laughing, eyes soft in a way that immediately cut through your panic. “Look at me.”
You did.
Breathing too fast. My heart is way too loud.
She shook her head slightly, like she couldn’t believe you. “We can just pick out another, Together.” she said gently. “It’s okay.”
You swallowed hard. “But ”
Asa didn’t let you finish. “It's way too far down, don’t even think about it.”
She stepped closer and cupped your face properly now, grounding you completely. Her thumbs brushed your cheeks like she was trying to physically slow your thoughts down.
And then she said it, quietly, like it was the simplest truth in the world.
“My answer will always be yes.”
A beat.
“Ring or no ring.” she said while failing to hold back her laugh.
Your breath caught.
Everything in you stilled at once, like your panic had nowhere left to go.
Behind her, someone definitely made a noise of emotional collapse. You didn’t even care who.
Asa smiled at you, softer now. “You really thought I’d change my answer because of that?”
You let out a shaky breath that almost turned into a laugh.
“I nearly threw myself off a cliff,” you admitted. While rubbing the back of your head.
“I noticed,” she said, amused.
There was a pause.
Then she pulled you into her.
Arms wrapping around you fully, like she was anchoring you back into your body. You buried your face into her shoulder, still half-laughing, half-horrified.
“I was supposed to be romantic,” you muttered.
“You were,” she said immediately. “Just… aggressively chaotic.”
That got a real laugh out of you this time.
She pulled back just enough to look at you again, still smiling.
Then she tilted her head and raised an eyebrow. “Do you want to continue the proposal or should I just say yes again for emotional consistency?”
A beat.
Then you laughed, properly this time, shaking your head as the tension finally broke. “Yeah,” you said, voice steadier now. “Yeah, I’d like that.”
Behind you, Johnny shouted something like, “HE STILL HAS TO ASK PROPERLY!”
Ruka yelled back, and hit Johnny's shoulder, “HE DID! THE RING JUST COMMITTED SUICIDE!”
Asa laughed, shaking her head at all of them before looking back at you.
“Try again,” she said softly.
You exhaled.
You knelt down on one knee again, Ringless, and you took a hold of her hand.
And as the sunset burned gold over the ocean behind her, you realised something simple.
Even if everything went wrong.
She was still right there.
Still choosing you.
Still saying yes.
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Under The Table (Part 3)
Fanprose
{ Story Masterlist }
The bass thumped through the bar like a second heartbeat, vibrating through the floor, the stools, the glasses lined up along the counter. Lights flickered in uneven bursts, purple, blue, gold, red casting everyone in shifting shadows that made everything feel a little less real, a little more reckless. It was the kind of place where people lost track of time.
Y/n sat at the bar, one elbow resting lazily against the counter as he rotated his glass in slow circles. The ice clinked softly, barely audible over the music. He hadn’t checked the time in a while. There wasn’t much point. Nights like this followed a pattern he already knew by heart.
Y/n glanced over at his friend, Johnny, lowering his voice just enough to be heard over the music. “Hey… thanks for keeping the ring at your place.”
Johnny’s head turned immediately, brows lifting. “Yeah, no problem,” he said, a grin already forming. He leaned in closer, “When are you gonna do it?”
Y/n huffed quietly, looking back down at his drink for a second before glancing out toward the dance floor.
Asa.
Right in the middle of it, laughing, spinning, dragging her friends around like she had endless energy. Slightly off-beat, slightly reckless, completely herself.
His expression softened without him realizing. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “Soon.”
Johnny followed his gaze, spotting her almost instantly. “Soon,” he repeated, amused. “That helpful, huh?”
Y/n smirked faintly. “I’m serious.”
“I know you are,” Johnny said, nudging his shoulder lightly. “You’ve been serious for, what, three years now?”
“Three years,” Y/n confirmed.
Johnny let out a low whistle. “Moved in together after one year of dating, You have 2 cats named Milo and Oreo. Damn. You’re locked in.”
Y/n didn’t even hesitate. “Yeah.” There was no uncertainty in it.
No second-guessing. Johnny studied him for a second, the teasing easing just slightly into something more genuine. “Are you nervous?”
Y/n exhaled slowly, eyes still on Asa. “…Not about her saying no.”
Johnny snorted. “Yeah, she’d probably propose back out of spite if you took too long.”
That got a quiet laugh out of Y/n. “I just want it to be right,” he said after a moment. “Not rushed. Not… random.”
Johnny nodded, surprisingly understanding. “So not tonight, then?” he gestured vaguely at the chaos around them.
Y/n glanced around, the flashing lights, the shouting, the packed dance floor, then back at Asa, who was currently laughing so hard she almost fell over. “…No,” he said, a small smile pulling at his lips. “Definitely not tonight.”
“Good,” Johnny said. “Because if you dropped the ring in this place, it’s gone forever.” Y/n shook his head, amused, taking another sip of his drink.
His eyes drifted, unfocused at first, before landing, again, on the dance floor.
Asa.
She was right in the middle of it, like she always ended up. Surrounded by her friends, laughing too loud, moving without any real rhythm but somehow still fitting perfectly into the chaos.
Her hair stuck slightly to her face, her smile wide and unfiltered, and every now and then she’d throw her head back like nothing else existed. Y/n exhaled quietly, the corner of his mouth lifting.
Three years.
Three years of knowing exactly how she got when she drank. Three years of late-night walks home, of her stealing his hoodie even though they literally shared a closet, of arguing over what to watch and then falling asleep before finishing anything anyway. Three years of knowing exactly how the night would go.
Three years of a life that didn’t feel temporary anymore.
She’d dance until she was exhausted, get a little too tipsy, cling to him on the way home, and fall asleep halfway through whatever movie they put on in their shared apartment, or if the night went in a different direction, it would end with both of them between the sheets. It went that way more than once. And he wouldn’t trade it for anything.
He took a sip from his drink, eyes still on her. She spun once, nearly knocking into someone, laughed it off, grabbed one of her friends’ hands, and pulled them back into the mess of bodies and music.
“You look bored.” The voice came from his right. He turned his head, eyes landing on a girl leaning casually against the bar. Confident posture, easy smile, like she’d already decided how this interaction was supposed to go.
He made eye contact with Johnny across from him.
“I’m not,” he said simply.
“Really?” she said, tilting her head. “Because you’ve been sitting here alone for a while.”
“I’m waiting.”
“For?” she asked, stepping just a little closer.
Y/n didn’t answer immediately. His eyes flicked back to the dance floor, scanning, There. Asa. But this time, she wasn’t laughing. She wasn’t dancing. She was looking directly at him. Or more specifically, At the girl beside him.
Y/n let out a small breath through his nose. Of course. “For my girlfriend, Whom I love,” he said, turning back. His tone was calm, easy, but firm in a way that didn’t invite misunderstanding.
The girl raised a brow, glancing around. “I don’t see her.”
“She sees you,” he replied.
The girl let out a small laugh, like she thought he was joking, but then she followed his gaze.
And her expression shifted. Because Asa was already moving. Not weaving this time, walking straight through people, pushing past shoulders, ignoring the calls from her friends behind her.
Slightly unsteady, sure, but focused.
Y/n straightened a little on his stool, setting his glass down. He wasn’t worried. Not really. Because after three years, there wasn’t much left to question between them. No doubt. No insecurity that lingered long enough to matter.
But Asa? Asa felt things loudly. And right now, she was feeling something.
The girl beside him shifted awkwardly, suddenly aware she’d stepped into something she didn’t understand.
And then Asa was there.
No hesitation.
Her hand came up fast, gripping his jaw, turning his face toward her. And then she kissed him. Hard. It wasn’t gentle or careful, it was intense, sudden, and just a little uncoordinated.
Enough that his balance tipped, the barstool wobbling beneath him. “Woah–” He caught himself, hands instinctively finding her waist, steadying both of them. His grip tightened slightly as he grounded himself, and her. It took him half a second to register what she was doing.
When she pulled back, it wasn’t far. Her hand was still on his face, her cheeks flushed, her eyes sharp despite the alcohol.
Y/n blinked once, then let out a quiet breath, a small, almost amused smile pulling at his lips. “Asa…”
She didn’t look at him. Instead, she turned her head toward the other girl. “Back off,” she said, voice flat but firm. “He’s mine. Bye now.”
There was no hostility for the sake of it, just certainty. Like she was stating a fact. Because to her, it was.
The girl blinked, clearly thrown off. She hesitated, then gave a small scoff and stepped back. “Yeah… alright,” she muttered before slipping away into the crowd.
Asa didn’t watch her go. Didn’t need to. Instead, she grabbed Y/n’s hand, tight, and pulled him off the stool.
“Hey Asa–” No response. She was already dragging him through the crowd, weaving between people with surprising determination. Y/n followed, half laughing under his breath now, letting himself be pulled along.
This wasn’t new, not exactly. Asa had always been a little intense when she cared. And she cared a lot.
He glanced back over his shoulder, spotting Johnny still at the bar, staring like he’d just witnessed something unbelievable. “I’ll transfer you money!” Y/n called out quickly. His friend blinked, then nodded slowly, still processing.
The door swung open, and cool night air hit them instantly, cutting through the heat and noise. Asa didn’t stop until they were a few steps away from the entrance.
Then she paused. But she didn’t let go. For a moment, neither of them said anything. The music dulled behind the door, replaced by the quiet hum of the street.
Y/n looked down at her, their hands still intertwined. “…You good?” he asked gently.
Asa exhaled, shoulders rising and falling. Some of the sharpness in her expression faded, replaced with something softer, more honest. “I didn’t like that,” she muttered.
“I figured.”
“You didn’t do anything wrong,” she added quickly, glancing up at him. “I know that. I trust you. Obviously.” There was a small pause, like she was choosing her words more carefully than usual. “I just… didn’t like her looking at you like that.”
Y/n’s expression softened. That was Asa. Not doubt. Not fear. Just… protectiveness. Possessiveness, in its own messy, honest form. “…Jealous?” he asked lightly.
She shot him a look. “Don’t push it.” He huffed a quiet laugh, his free hand coming up to rest against her waist, familiar and steady.
“I told her I have a girlfriend,” he said. “One I love, by the way.”
Asa’s expression shifted slightly at that. “…Good,” she mumbled.
A small pause settled between them. Then she stepped closer, closing the gap completely this time, her grip on his hand loosening just slightly, but not letting go.
Her voice dropped, quieter now. “…You’re still mine.”
Y/n looked down at her, something warmer settling into his expression. Not teasing this time. Not amused. Just certain. “Yeah,” he said. “I am.”
Asa held his gaze for a second longer, like she was checking for something, making sure it was real, that he meant it. Then her shoulders finally relaxed. Not completely. But enough. Her head tipped forward slightly, resting against his chest for just a second, like the adrenaline was wearing off all at once.
Y/n’s hand slid up her back, slow and reassuring. “Next time,” he added quietly, “maybe don’t look like you're about to kill someone.”
She huffed softly against him. “…No promises.” And despite everything, the chaos, the jealousy, the almost-fall off a barstool, Y/n couldn’t help the small smile that pulled at his lips.
She then hit him in the arm “What was that for?” He asked.
“You still let her entertain the idea.”
Y/n raised a brow. “I thought I was the victim tonight.”
She huffed, already tugging him forward again. “Doesn’t matter.”
She flagged a taxi. “You are going to take me home and I will show you who owns you.” she said while looking deeply into his eyes.
“I have no complaints, I am yours.”
“Good.”
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The door to your shared apartment slams shut behind you, the sound echoing as Asa's body pins yours to the wall in a frenzy of heavy making out. Asa's mouth was on his, sloppy, demanding, tasting like tequila and cherry lip gloss. Her fingers twisted into his hair, yanking his head back just enough to bite his lower lip, hard enough to sting.
Her lips crush yours, tongue dominating your mouth, whiskey breath hot and intoxicating as her slightly drunk hands claw at your shirt, yanking it open. She's in charge, always has been in these heated moments
He groaned into her mouth, his hands finding her hips, pulling her flush against him. The thin fabric of her dress did nothing to hide the heat of her skin, the press of her thighs against his. He could feel the wet heat of her through his jeans, soaked through her panties already, and his cock twitched, thickening against his zipper.
Three years of dating, and nights like this, sparked by the bar's throbbing music, stolen glances from other guys, and her jealous fire, still make her unleash like a storm.
Asa broke the kiss, breathing ragged, her eyes dark and glassy in the dim light from the streetlamp outside. She swayed slightly, three shots of whiskey and a tequila chaser still burning in her stomach, but her words came out sharp, clear, absolute.
"Get on your knees and eat me out like a good boy." She commands, voice husky from the drinks.
Y/n dropped without hesitation. His knees hit the hardwood floor with a dull thud, and his hands went straight to the hem of her dress, pushing it up her thighs. The black lace of her panties was already sticking to her, a dark wet patch blooming at the center. He pressed his mouth to the spot, tasting her through the fabric, and she gasped, her fingers tightening in his hair.
"I said eat me out," she growled, her voice low and impatient. "Not play with me."
He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down her legs, letting them pool around her ankles. Her pussy was slick, swollen and demanding.
He didn't wait. He leaned in, spread her open with his thumbs, and dragged his tongue from her entrance all the way up to her clit, flat and firm, drinking her in.
"Fuck," Asa breathed, her head falling back against the wall. Her hips rocked forward, grinding her cunt against his mouth. "That's it. Just like that."
He circled her clit with the tip of his tongue, then sucked it between his lips, gentle at first, then harder as she moaned above him. Her grip on his hair tightened, pulling him deeper into her. You plunge your tongue inside her clenching hole, then return to circle her swollen nub while two fingers slide in, curling to hit her g-spot. She grinds harder, thighs clamping your head, breath ragged.
"Yes– right there– don't you fucking stop– "
He didn't. He fucked her with his fingers, slow and deep, while his tongue worked her clit in tight, wet circles. The sounds she made, gasping, desperate, her thighs trembling against his ears, pushed him harder. He could taste her building, the way her slick grew thicker, the way her inner walls began to flutter around his fingers.
"Gonna come," she warned, her voice breaking. "Don't you dare stop, don't you—"
She came with a sharp cry, her hips grinding against his face, her slick flooding his tongue. He kept lapping at her through it, drawing it out until her legs gave out and she sagged against the wall, panting.
He pulled back, licking his lips, his chin wet with her.
Asa looked down at him, a lazy, satisfied smile on her face. "Take me to the bed, baby."
He stood, scooping her up easily, one arm under her knees, the other around her back. She looped her arms around his neck and pressed a kiss to his jaw, soft and drunk.
He carried her through the dark hallway to the bedroom, kicked the door open, and dropped her onto the mattress. She bounced once, laughing, then propped herself up on her elbows, watching him.
"You, my darling, are going to fuck me until we pass out. Okay?"
"Yes, my darling."
He didn't waste time. He pulled his shirt off over his head, kicked off his jeans, and his cock sprang free, hard and aching, the tip already slick with precum. She watched him with hooded eyes, her legs spreading wide, her fingers trailing down her stomach to her own wet cunt, playing with herself while he stripped.
"Get over here," she said, and it wasn't a request.
He crawled onto the bed, settling between her legs. She grabbed his cock, guiding him to her entrance, rubbing the head through her slick folds, up over her clit, then back down, teasing them both.
"You're mine," she said, locking eyes with him.
"Always."
She pushed his hips forward, and he sunk into her in one slow, wet thrust. He buried his face in her neck, groaning as her heat swallowed him, tight and wet and perfect. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, her nails raking down his back.
"You're mine," she repeated, her voice a whisper against his ear.
"Always," he breathed back, and he began to move.
He fucked her slow at first, deep strokes that pulled almost all the way out before driving back in, his cock dragging against her walls, the wet sound of their bodies filling the room. Her breath came in sharp little gasps, her hips rising to meet him, her hands clutching his shoulders.
"You feel that?" she asked, her voice ragged. "You feel how wet you make me? This pussy is yours. It always has been. Yes?"
"Always…Always been mine." he groaned, his rhythm picking up.
"You're mine." Harder now, a demand.
"Always." His thrusts grew faster, harder, the headboard starting to knock against the wall.
She took his face in her hands, forcing him to look at her. Her eyes were dark, focused, the drunkenness burned away by something deeper, something possessive. "Say it. Say you belong to me."
"I belong to you," he said, his voice rough. "Every part of me. My cock, my mouth, my hands, all yours."
"Good boy."
She flipped them, pinning him to the mattress, straddling his hips. She sank onto him, taking him all the way to the hilt, and rode him hard, her thighs slapping against his, her head thrown back, her breasts bouncing. He watched her, mesmerized, his hands gripping her hips, guiding her pace.
Her clit rubs your pelvic bone, building her again. She straightens, she puts her hands on your thighs making herself on display as she impales herself. “Grab my ass, spank it, show me how easy it is for me to command you.”
You snake your arms around her waist and place your hands on her ass and smack her cheek, the red bloom making her yelp and fuck faster, pussy dripping down your shaft. "You're mine," she said again, her voice breaking as she came, her pussy clenching around him.
"Always."
He came with her name on his lips, his cock pulsing deep inside her, his release mixing with hers, hot and wet.
She collapsed onto his chest, both of them slick with sweat, breathing hard.
"You're mine."
"Always."
They went on like that, through positions and orgasms, through whispered affirmations and desperate cries. They both slipped into exhausted, tangled sleep, still joined, still hers. Still his.
She nuzzles your neck, cock softening inside. “Three years, and you fuck like you'll never stop proving it. You're mine.”
“Always,” you murmur, drifting off entwined in your shared bed, her control absolute even in sleep.
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Back at the bar, sat Johnny—
Holding onto a secret, and a ring—
And already looking forward to what comes next.
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Under The Table (Part 2)
Fanprose
{ Story Masterlist }
Y/n didn’t bother checking the time anymore. There wasn’t a point. After two years, he knew Asa well enough to predict exactly how this would go. He was waiting for her at the cafe since she said she can make her own way and he can come here straight after work.
You see Y/n had planned a small date at a nice cafe they know and after work he had spare clothes he had prepared before going to work and just changed in his car. She messaged that she was on her way. I checked her location 5 minutes later…It was still at the apartment. But still he thought "We will be on time.” He was wrong.
A couple minutes later he did see that she had left the apartment.
(So all good. Right?............Anyways.)
She wouldn’t be late, not really. Just a few minutes behind schedule, just enough to make an entrance feel intentional.
And right on cue, he saw her. She walked toward him like she had nowhere else to be, her pace unhurried, her expression calm. But he noticed the small things, the way she smoothed her sleeve once, the way her eyes flicked toward him before she fully looked.
“You’ve been waiting long?” she asked, stopping just in front of him.
“Not really,” he said. “Just long enough to figure out you changed outfits at least twice.”
Her eyes narrowed slightly. “That’s an assumption.”
“It’s an educated guess.”
“…And?” she asked, tilting her head.
He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he looked at her properly, taking his time, like he always did, like he knew she’d pretend not to care but notice anyway. “And it paid off.”
A quiet hum escaped her. “Good.” There it was, that small, satisfied look she always got when she felt seen without having to ask for it.
“You weren’t nervous, were you?” he added lightly.
She scoffed. “We’ve been dating for two years.”
“Doesn’t mean you don’t try.”
“…I always try,” she said, softer this time.
“I know.” That lingered for a second, not awkward, not heavy. Just something unspoken, something comfortable.
Then she turned, pushing open the café door. “Come on. I’m thirsty.”
Inside, the café felt warm and steady, filled with quiet conversations and the low hum of background music. It was the kind of place they’d been to a dozen times before, and that familiarity made everything easier.
They slid into a booth without needing to decide who sat where. It just happened. Asa leaned forward slightly, her elbow resting on the table, chin in her hand. “You’re staring again.”
“I never stopped.”
“You used to at least pretend to be subtle.”
“I gave that up.”
“When?”
“When I realized you noticed either way.”
She paused. “…I don’t mind it,” she said, choosing her words carefully.
“That’s not what you said.”
“That's what I meant.”
“Sure.” She rolled her eyes, but there was a faint smile tugging at her lips. “You’re getting too comfortable,” she said.
“I’ve been comfortable.”
“Too comfortable.”
“You haven’t left yet.”
She narrowed her eyes at him, but didn’t argue. “…You’re lucky,” she said instead.
“I know.” When their drinks arrived, conversation drifted naturally.
They talked about small things, things that didn’t really matter but felt important in the moment.
A University class Asa had been annoyed with.
Something Y/n had found funny earlier in the day.
A random memory that spiraled into another.
At one point, Asa reached across the table without warning and adjusted his sleeve. “You didn’t fix this properly,” she muttered.
He hummed “I noticed.”
“Then why didn’t you fix it?”
“I knew you would.”
She froze for a second, then looked up at him. “…You did that on purpose.” She just looked at me, “You’re a grown man.”
He shrugged “Maybe.”
“That’s manipulative.”
“You fixed it, didn’t you?”
She let go with a quiet huff, leaning back again. “You’re annoying.”
“You’ve said that.”
“I’ll keep saying it.” She argued back.
“I’ll keep earning it.” His phone buzzed against the table. He didn’t even need to check the name to know who it was. Still, he picked it up.
Rora : Dinner at ours tonight? You two free?
Asa leaned over instantly, reading it upside down without asking. “We’re going,” she said.
“I figured.”
“You didn’t even ask.”
“I didn’t need to.”
She sat back, crossing her arms slightly but she nodded once. “Correct.”
He typed out a quick reply. Asa watched him for a second, then leaned forward again. “You’re not distracted enough,” she said.
“I’m replying to a message.”
“You should still be distracted.”
He looked up at her, a small smile forming. “Oh yeah. With what.”
“You should be distracted with how good I look.” She then started posing with her hands on her face
“You’re trying harder today.” he replied to her with a bright smile on his face.
“Am I?”
“Yeah.”
“And?”
“And I noticed.” That was enough.
She leaned back again, pretending to look unimpressed, but her fingers tapped lightly against the table, betraying her. “…Good,” she muttered.
He kept the smile on his face as he went back to his phone to reply to Rora’s message.
Y/n : Yeah we can come.
Rora : Great.
Rora : See you two later
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Some time after they got back to the apartment, they relaxed for a while before they had to get ready to go to Rora’s apartment. Y/n was ready fairly quickly and was now waiting for Asa at the front door.
Asa walked straight toward the mirror that was close to the front door, like it was instinct. “Do I look the same?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“That’s not helpful.”
“You look good.”
“That’s also not helpful.” She said while fixing her hair.
Y/n leaned against the wall, watching her adjust something that didn’t need adjusting. “You want something specific?”
She looked at him through the mirror. “…Yes.”
He pushed off the wall and walked toward her, stopping just behind her reflection and putting his hands on her waist. “You look amazing,” he said.
Her eyes flicked up to meet him in the mirror again. “…You always say that.”
“Because it’s always true.”
“…You could at least change the wording.”
“I don’t need to.”
That got her. She looked away slightly, focusing on fixing her sleeve again. “…You’re consistent.”
That smile came back “I try.” He guided her hair to the side and gave her a kiss on her neck, kissing up to her face. He placed his hand on her chin and guided her head up and he kissed her passionately.
She turned in his arms and circled her arms around his neck as they continued making out. “Do we have time?” she asked
He checked his watch. “Very little.”
“I think that's plenty of time” she replied and leaned back in.
A soft, insistent meow interrupted them. Their cat padded into the room, looking between them expectantly.
“Oh, you cock block.” Asa said quietly, crouching down immediately. “Hi.” The cat ignored her completely and walked straight to Y/n. “…Wow,” Asa said flatly.
Y/n crouched, grabbing the food. “I’m the favorite.”
“You feed them.”
“That’s part of it.” He poured the food into the bowl, and the cat immediately started eating.
“No hesitation,” Asa muttered. “Two years and this is what we get.”
“We’ve been replaced for a while.”
She stood, grabbing her bag. “Alright, fine. Let’s go.” At the door, she paused, glancing back. “Bye.”
“We’ll be back,” Y/n added.
The cat didn’t react. “…Unbelievable,” Asa muttered, closing the door behind them.
Asa adjusted the strap of her bag as they walked. “He didn’t even look up.”
“He was eating.”
“he’s looked up before.”
“Not for you.”
“…That’s mean.”
“It’s accurate.”
She shot him a look, but it didn’t stick. It never really did. Not when there was nothing behind it. They reached the elevator. He pressed the button. They waited. “…You think they’d notice if we didn’t come back?” she asked.
“The cat?”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“…Not even a little?”
“They’d notice when the food stops.”
“That’s awful.”
“That’s realistic.” The elevator dinged.
The doors slid open. They stepped inside, and for a moment, it was quiet again, just the low mechanical hum as the doors closed behind them.
Asa leaned back against the wall, exhaling softly. “We should get a second cat.”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“They’ll team up against us.”
“He already has.”
“That’s different. That’s one-on-one betrayal.” She huffed a quiet laugh, looking down at her shoes. “…I still can’t believe they walked past me like that.”
“You took it personally.”
She turned to face him. “I did take it personally.”
“You shouldn’t.”
“I raised them too.”
“You watched me raise them.”
She paused for a second “I was there.”
“You supervised.”
“That counts.”
Y/n shrugged “Does it though.” She was about to respond but decided against it.
The elevator slowed. Another soft ding. The doors opened to the lobby. They stepped out together, the air shifting again, cooler, a little sharper. Someone passed by them on the way in, keys jingling, not paying them any attention.
Asa adjusted her sleeve again. Same side. Y/n noticed. Of course he did. “You’re doing it again.”
“I know.”
“You don’t need to.”
“I know that too.”
“…Then why?”
She didn’t answer right away. Just kept walking toward the door. “…Because I can,” she said finally.
He glanced at her, then nodded once. “Fair enough.”
They pushed through the front doors and out into the evening. The city noise hit them properly this time, cars, distant voices, the wind slipping between buildings.
Asa paused on the sidewalk, looking ahead like she was bracing for something, even if there wasn’t anything there yet. “…Still look the same?” she asked, quieter this time.
Y/n didn’t hesitate. “You look amazing.”
She exhaled, just barely. “…You didn’t change the wording.”
“I told you I wouldn’t.”
“…Yeah.” A small pause. “…Good,” she said.
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The drive was calm, the city quieter now. Asa leaned back in her seat, watching the passing lights. “You’re driving slower,” she said.
“I’m not.”
“You are.”
“You say that every time.”
“Because it’s always true.”
He glanced at her briefly. “You just like complaining.”
“I like being right.”
“Debatable.”
She smirked faintly, satisfied with that. A soft silence followed, filled only by the steady hum of the engine and the rhythm of passing streetlights spilling into the car, then disappearing just as quickly.
Asa shifted slightly, adjusting her seat without really needing to. Her fingers brushed over the strap of her bag, then settled in her lap. “…You didn’t have to wait for me upstairs,” she said after a moment.
“I wasn’t waiting,” he replied.
She turned her head just enough to look at him. “You were standing by the door.”
“I was ready.”
“You were waiting.”
He exhaled lightly through his nose, almost amused. “Is there a difference to you?”
“Yes.”
“What is it?”
“…One sounds more intentional.”
He considered that for a second, eyes still on the road. “It was intentional.”
That made her pause. She looked back out the window, but the reflection gave her away, the small shift in her expression, the way her lips pressed together just slightly. “…Okay,” she said quietly.
The car slowed as he approached a turn, the indicator clicking softly in the otherwise quiet space. “You checked the door twice,” he added.
Her eyes flicked back to him. “No I didn’t.”
“You did.”
“I checked it once.”
“You locked it, walked away, then went back.”
“That’s still once.”
“That’s twice.”
“It’s one action.”
“It’s two attempts. There is quite literally a term for it. Double checking.”
She narrowed her eyes a little. “That means nothing to me.”
“You overthink simple things.”
“That wasn’t overthinking.”
“You literally went back to stare at the handle.”
“I was making sure.”
“You pulled it three times.”
“…Okay, that part was unnecessary,” she admitted, almost under her breath.
He smiled slightly, just enough for it to be heard in his voice. “Thought so.”
She shifted again, this time turning a bit more toward him, resting her arm against the center console. “You didn’t say anything though.”
“You looked like you needed to do it.”
“I didn’t need to do it.”
“You would’ve kept thinking about it if you didn’t.”
She hesitated. “...Still am thinking about it,” she said.
He shrugged lightly. “We can’t win it all.”
Another quiet stretch followed, softer this time. “You’re still driving slow,” she muttered.
He let out a quiet laugh. “I’m going the speed limit.”
“You don’t usually care about that.”
“That’s not true.”
“It is.”
He glanced at her again, a little longer this time. “You remember things too well.”
“Only the important ones.”
“Like how I drive?”
“Like how you act when you’re trying to be careful.”
That made him pause for just a second. “I’m always careful,” he said.
She shook her head slightly. “No, you’re not.” The car passed under a row of lights, the glow catching briefly in her eyes before fading again. “You are right now,” she added.
He didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he turned onto a quieter street, the noise of the city dropping away until it was just them and the road ahead. “…You think too much,” he said finally.
“And you don’t think enough.”
“That balances us out.”
“Does it?”
He glanced at her again, softer this time. “We’ve made it two years.”
She held his gaze for a second, then looked away first. “…That’s not because of your driving,” she said.
“Could be.”
“It’s not.”
He smiled faintly. “Debatable.”
She huffed quietly, but there was no real argument behind it. Another pause settled in, but this one felt different, quieter, steadier.
Asa leaned her head back again, watching the lights pass overhead instead of beside them now. “…You really didn’t change the wording,” she said after a moment.
He didn’t need to ask what she meant. “Didn’t need to.”
She let out a small breath, almost a laugh. “…You’re annoying.”
“You’ve said that.”
“I’ll keep saying it.”
“I’ll keep earning it.”
That got the smallest smile out of her again, barely there but real. She turned her head slightly toward him, studying him for a second like she was about to say something else. But didn’t. Instead, she leaned back into her seat again, settling in. “…You’re still driving slow,” she repeated, quieter this time.
He shook his head, but there was a smile in it. “Unbelievable.”
“And I’m right.”
“Debatable.”
She didn’t argue this time. Just let the corner of her mouth lift slightly as the car kept moving, steady and unhurried, like neither of them were in any rush to get where they were going.
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Rora opened the door before they knocked. “You’re late,” she said immediately.
“We’re always late,” Asa replied, stepping inside like she belonged there.
“That doesn’t make it better.”
“It makes it expected.”
Y/n stepped in behind her. “Hi.”
“At least one of you is polite,” Rora said.
From inside, Ahyeon appeared quickly. “Asa!” she said, pulling her into a hug. “It’s been forever.”
“It’s been a week.”
“That’s long.” Ahyeon turned to Y/n. “You’re still alive.”
“Barely.”
She gave a light pat on Y/n’s shoulder “Good.”
They moved into the living room, settling without thinking. Asa dropped onto the couch, tucking her legs under herself. Y/n sat beside her, their shoulders brushing naturally. Ahyeon noticed, but just smiled. “You two look exactly the same. Just like when you first got together,” she said.
“Obviously,” Asa replied.
“Was the date interesting?” Rora called from the kitchen.
“It was fine,” Asa said.
“It was good,” Y/n corrected.
Ahyeon nodded. “That sounds right.”
“What does that mean?” Asa asked.
“It means you downplay everything.”
“And he doesn’t,” Rora added.
“That’s not true.”
“It is,” Y/n said. She nudged his knee.
“You’re not helping.”
“I’m not trying to.”
He didn’t even try to hide the small smile tugging at his lips when she nudged him. Asa noticed, and immediately narrowed her eyes. “Why are you smiling?” she asked.
“I’m not.”
“You are.”
“I’m really not.” Y/n said with a big smile on his face.
Ahyeon let out a quiet laugh, watching the two of them like she was watching something she’d already figured out five minutes ago.
Rora leaned against the corner of the couch, arms crossed, clearly entertained.
“This is exactly what I mean,” Ahyeon said.
“He says one honest thing and suddenly you’re defensive.”
“I’m not defensive,” Asa shot back, a little too quickly.
Y/n tilted his head. “You kind of are.”
She turned to him slowly, giving him a look that was meant to be intimidating, but the way her lips twitched betrayed her. “Do you want to go home early?”
He shrugged, completely unfazed. “Not really.”
Rora snorted. “He’s not scared of you at all.”
“That’s because she’s all talk,” Y/n said.
Asa gasped softly, like he’d just said something outrageous, and lightly shoved his shoulder. “You’re actually unbelievable.”
“And you’re predictable,” he replied, just as easily.
There was a beat of silence, then Ahyeon clapped her hands once, breaking it. “Okay, pause,” she said. “I need to ask something important.”
Both of them looked at her. She pointed between them. “Are you two always like this, or was today special? Cause you two haven’t acted like this since the day you first told us you were dating. And even then it wasn’t in front of us, it was when you thought we weren’t watching.”
Asa opened her mouth— “Always,” Y/n said at the exact same time.
She snapped her head toward him. “Hey-”
Ahyeon raised her brows, clearly satisfied. She turns to Rora “Yeah, that checks out.”
“It does,” Rora added.
“Honestly, it’s kind of exhausting to watch.”
“Then don’t watch,” Asa muttered, crossing her arms, though she leaned back into the couch without thinking, closer to Y/n than before. Neither of them commented on it.
Y/n glanced down briefly, noticing the way her shoulder settled against his again, like it had earlier. Natural. Unforced. Like it belonged there. He didn’t move away.
“…So,” Rora said, dragging the word out. “You’re saying the date was ‘good’?”
“It was,” Y/n said.
“It was fine,” Asa insisted.
Ahyeon smiled, tilting her head. “What made it good?”
Y/n hesitated for half a second, not because he didn’t have an answer, but because he knew saying it out loud would only make things worse for Asa. Which, honestly, made him want to say it more. “She laughed,” he said simply.
Asa blinked. “What?”
“She laughed,” he repeated, glancing at her. “A lot.”
Rora immediately looked at Asa. “You hate laughing on dates.”
“I do not hate laughing–”
“You literally said it’s embarrassing,” Ahyeon cut in.
“That’s different,” Asa argued, but her voice had lost some of its bite.
Y/n leaned back slightly, still watching her. “You didn’t seem embarrassed.”
She hesitated again, and that was enough.
“Oh my god,” Rora said. “You liked it.”
“I didn’t say that.”
“You didn’t have to.”
Asa groaned, dropping her head back against the couch for a second. “You’re all annoying.” Y/n let out a quiet laugh under his breath. She turned her head just enough to look at him. “You’re the most annoying.”
“Yeah,” he said easily. “But I’m still right.”
There was a pause. Then, quietly, almost like she didn’t mean to say it, “…Maybe.”
Ahyeon’s smile softened at that, and even Rora didn’t tease her this time. Y/n didn’t say anything either. He just let his shoulder stay where it was, lightly pressed against hers, like it had been all evening, like neither of them were in a hurry to move away.
Rora and Ahyeon then went to the kitchen to finish setting up. When he saw they were out of view he grabbed her hand and interlocked them. “I like it when you laugh”
“Yeah?” She asked.
“Yeah, it proves to me you truly care.”
She turned to fully face him “You know I care about you”
“Yeah I know but I do also like hearing you say it.”
She turned her head to hide her blush. He noticed. He always did.
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Dinner was warm, loud, and easy. Conversation flowed between stories and jokes, familiar rhythms settling in.
At one point, Asa nudged Y/n under the table. “You’re doing that thing again.”
“What thing?”
“That look.”
“You know why?”
“…Yeah.” She didn’t push further, just shook her head slightly, but her expression softened.
Across the table. “Same as always,” Ahyeon said quietly.
“Literally nothing’s changed,” Rora replied.
“We can hear you,” Asa said.
“Good,” Rora answered.
After some time talking No one noticed how Y/n's knee brushed Asa's under the heavy tablecloth, or the way her eyes sparkled with mischief as she sipped her drink. Y/n started innocently enough, his hand dropping to her knee during a lull in the conversation.
His fingers traced lazy patterns on her bare skin, exposed by her short dress that hugged her curves. Asa crossed her legs toward him, parting them just a fraction, inviting more.
He slid higher, palm flat against the soft inside of her thigh, squeezing gently. Heat radiated from her body, and she shifted, her pussy already tingling in anticipation.
Across the table, Rora launched into a tale about her boss's latest blunder, drawing roars of laughter.
Y/n took advantage, inching his fingers upward, brushing the hem of her panties. Asa gripped her fork tighter, spearing a potato as his fingertips grazed the damp lace covering her folds.
She was soaking through already, her clit throbbing under the pressure. Pretending to listen intently, she nodded at Ahyeon's comment on the wine, all while Y/n pressed harder, rubbing slow circles over her clit.
Not one to be outdone, Asa's hand slipped to Y/n's thigh. She felt the muscle tense under her touch, then trailed up to cup his bulge. His cock slowly hardened, pushing against his slacks. She squeezed the thick shaft, stroking its length through the fabric, feeling it pulse.
Y/n retaliated by slipping a finger under her panties, parting her slick pussy lips. He stroked her entrance, coating his digit in her juices before sliding it deep inside her tight channel.
The group passed the gravy boat, clinking silverware masking the faint wet sounds from under the table. Y/n pumped his finger slowly, curling it to hit her G-spot, while his thumb flicked her swollen clit.
Asa's pussy clenched around him, walls fluttering as she fought to keep her face neutral. She unzipped his fly with practiced stealth, fishing out his bare cock. It sprang free, hot and veined, precum glistening at the tip. Her fist wrapped around it, pumping firmly from base to head, twisting at the crown to spread the slick fluid. Minutes stretched into delicious torture.
Y/n added a second finger, stretching her pussy wider, thrusting faster now, his palm slapping lightly against her mound. Asa jerked him harder, her thumb pressing into the sensitive underside of his cockhead, edging him mercilessly.
She felt his balls tighten, but slowed just enough to deny him. He groaned softly, disguising it as a cough, and plunged deeper into her, scissoring his fingers to rub her inner walls.
Ahyeon asked about their recent trip, and Asa answered smoothly, “It was amazing. The beaches were perfect,” even as Y/n's fingers fucked her relentlessly, her arousal dripping down her thighs. Y/n's cock wept more precum, her hand slick with it as she milked him rhythmically.
Their eyes locked briefly, dark with lust, promising more.
Finally, Asa pulled her hand away, tucking his cock back just enough to zip up. Turning to Y/n with feigned concern, she said brightly, “Babe, something on my back is bothering me, It’s like an itch I can't reach. Can you check it out in the bathroom real quick?”
The table chuckled, Rora teasing, “Yeah, Y/n, go play doctor.” Y/n withdrew his fingers from her drenched pussy. He pretended to wipe his hands on his pants and brought his fingers to his mouth to suck her tangy essence off each one, then grabbed a napkin and wiped his hands. “Sure thing,” he replied casually, standing and adjusting his still-hard bulge.
They excused themselves amid good-natured ribbing, slipping down the hall to the guest bathroom.
The door locked with a soft click, and Asa set her phone timer “five minutes, no more.” Y/n didn't waste a second.
He grabbed her by the hips and turned her to face the mirror and lean on the sink. He hiked her dress to her waist, exposing her ass and the ruined panties clinging to her soaked pussy. Tearing the lace aside, he shoved his pants down, cock springing out rigid and demanding.
Asa bent over the sink, spreading her legs wide, ass arched high. He gripped her hips bruisingly and rammed his cock balls-deep into her in one savage thrust, her juices squirting around the invasion. “Fuck, your pussy's gripping me so tight.” Y/n grunted, pulling back only to slam in again, setting a brutal pace.
The sink rattled with each pound, her tits bouncing free from her dress top. Asa shoved back, meeting every thrust, her ass cheeks rippling from the impacts. 'We have to be quick. Pound me harder, fill me up before they notice,” she demanded breathlessly, reaching between her legs to rub her clit.
He grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back to expose her neck, which he bit down on as he railed her. His free hand slapped her ass, leaving red prints, then dipped to pinch her clit. Asa's pussy spasmed, walls milking his pistoning cock as her orgasm built fast.
She came with a muffled scream into her arm, cunt gushing around him, soaking his balls and the floor. Timer at three minutes. Y/n flipped her around, lifting her onto the sink edge. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him back in.
He fucked her face-to-face now, cock plunging deep while their mouths crashed together in a sloppy kiss, tongues tangling, teeth nipping. Her nails raked his back under his shirt as he hammered her G-spot relentlessly. At four minutes, he buried himself to the hilt, cock swelling as he erupted.
Thick spurts of cum flooded her pussy, overflowing and trickling down. Asa clenched around him, drawing out every drop, her second climax rippling through her from the hot load. They separated gasping, cum oozing from her well-fucked hole. Asa pushed him back and snapped her panties back, trapping his seed inside, the fabric instantly sodden.
Quick wipes with a towel, hair tousled back into place, dresses and pants straightened. They emerged flushed but composed, rejoining the table to applause-like cheers. “Fixed?” Ahyeon asked, eyebrow raised.
“Totally, just a tag poking me,” Asa lied smoothly, sliding into her seat. Y/n's cum began its slow leak, soaking deeper into her panties, making her squirm with aftershocks.
Dessert arrived, cheesecake and coffee and conversation flowed. Asa crossed her legs, feeling the warm mess shift, her pussy still sensitive and pulsing.
Y/n's hand returned to her thigh innocently, thumb brushing where his fingers had been, reigniting sparks. Throughout the final course, she teased him back, her foot rubbing his leg under the table. Friends debated movies, oblivious to the fresh scent of sex clinging faintly to them or Asa's bitten lip stifling whimpers as cum dribbled out with every shift.
After dinner, they stayed longer than planned. She cleaned up a bit more after dinner. Music played softly. The lights dimmed slightly.
Asa leaned back into the couch, her shoulder resting against Y/n’s. His hand rested near hers, not quite holding, but close enough. Their fingers brushed once. Then again. Neither moved away.
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Finally, plates cleared, they said goodbyes on the porch under string lights. Hugs all around, then Asa pulled Y/n close, whispering hotly in his ear as they walked to the car, “That was fun. We should do it again, but next time I'm going under the table.” She then walked ahead to her side of the car.
Y/n groaned out loud and leaned his head on the top of the car “You’re killing me you know that, Right?" She looked back with a smug smile before getting in the car.
The drive home was quiet. Asa leaned her head against the edge of the passenger car seat and was holding his hand. “I liked today,” she said.
“Me too.”
“…It was normal.”
“Yeah.”
“…I like that.”
He nodded slightly. “Me too.”
Back home, the apartment felt even quieter than before. Asa slipped off her shoes slowly, stretching. Y/n watched her for a moment. “You’re tired.”
“A little.”
He stepped closer, brushing her hair back gently. “You still look amazing.”
She exhaled softly. “…You say that every time.”
“And you still react every time.”
“…Not as much.”
“Still enough.”
She stepped closer, closing the space between them. Her forehead rested lightly against his. “You’re annoying.”
“You’ve known that for two years.”
“…Yeah.” A small pause. “…I still like it.”
He smiled slightly. “Good.”
This time, when he leaned in, she didn’t hesitate. And when she stayed, it felt exactly the same as always.
Comfortable. Familiar. Right.
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THE END
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A/N : The energy is gone (hey Alexa, play gone by Rosé)
Still Yours, Deal?
Fanprose
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Edit : I had to edit it because I read over it, because I was bored, and I saw that some things were missing. So if you've read it just know that there are some changes.
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The hallway always seemed louder when Karina was angry.
Everyone noticed her, how could they not? She was the kind of girl people turned to look at without realizing they’d done it. Perfect hair, effortless confidence, the center of every conversation. And right now, she stood by her locker with her arms crossed, eyes fixed somewhere far away, ignoring the world.
Including Y/n.
He wasn’t invisible, just… ordinary. The kind of guy who blended into the crowd unless you were really looking. But he was looking at her, and had been for the last ten minutes, trying to figure out how to fix what he’d messed up.
“Hey,” Y/n said finally, stepping closer.
No response. “I know you’re mad.”
Silence. “I didn’t mean it like that. You know I wouldn’t—”
“Then why did you?” Karina snapped, turning to him sharply. Her voice wasn’t loud, but it didn’t need to be. People nearby pretended not to listen.
He rubbed the back of his neck. “I messed up. I’m sorry. I’ll fix it.”
“You can’t just ‘fix’ everything,” she said, slamming her locker shut. “Not this time.”
She walked off before he could say anything else.
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The rest of the day dragged on for him. He tried texting her, once, twice, but got nothing back. By the 4th period bell, he was sitting alone on a bench outside, staring at his phone.
“Hey,” a voice said.
He looked up. A girl from his class, Ryujin, stood there, smiling. “You okay? You look… kind of wrecked.”
“Yeah, just… stuff,” Y/n said.
She sat down beside him. “You don’t deserve to look like that over someone. If she’s making you this stressed—”
“I’m not,” he interrupted, but his voice wasn’t very convincing.
The girl leaned a little closer. “You could, you know… hang out with someone who actually appreciates you.”
Before he could respond, the air shifted.
“Get up.” They both turned.
Karina stood there. The girl everyone knew, the one who hadn’t looked at him all day. Was now standing behind Y/n staring at Ryujin. Her expression was calm, but her eyes were anything but.
The other girl frowned. “Excuse me?”
“I said, get up,” Karina repeated, stepping closer. “He’s not interested.”
The girl scoffed. “Pretty sure he can speak for himself.”
“He doesn’t have to,” Karina said, her voice cutting clean through the moment, then she grabbed my shirt and pulled me into a kiss. Showing Ryujin he was spoken for. We then separated from the kiss, me still being dazed after that amazing kiss “Because I just did.”
There was a pause. Then the other girl rolled her eyes, stood up, and walked away. “Whatever” she mumbled.
For a second, it was just the two of them. Y/n blinked. “I thought you were mad at me.”
“I am,” Karina said quickly.
“…Then why—”
“Don’t make it a bigger deal than it is,” she cut in, turning away. “Just… don’t.” And just like that, she left again.
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That night, Y/n was laying in his bed looking at the ceiling. “She obviously cares. So why not just let me fix this”
He rubs his hand over his face “Why make this more difficult than it needs to be.”
He smacked his head a couple times “Focus man” He sat up in his bed.
“You are going to walk into that school with confidence and you are going to confront her about our so-called break up” He turned to his mirror and looked at himself.
Disheveled hair, droopy eyes, awkward smile. He groans out loud "you're hopeless you idiot!”
“Y/n, shut up” his mum yelled from the kitchen.
“Sorry mum!” he yelled back. He heard some mumbling coming from the kitchen after that.
He then made the conscious decision to not send her the usual messages that he had been sending everyday since their fight/’break up’.
And so, he didn’t text her. Not once.
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By morning, Karina was a mess.
Not visibly. No one else could tell. But inside, everything felt off. She checked her phone between classes. Nothing. Checked again.
Still nothing. He always texted. Even when they argued. Especially when they argued. By lunchtime, she was pacing.
“What’s wrong with you?” her friend Winter asked, narrowing her eyes as she watched Karina circle the hallway like she was trying to outrun her own thoughts.
“Nothing,” Karina snapped immediately, then softer, “I mean… nothing.”
Giselle leaned back against the lockers, arms crossed. “That ‘nothing’ sounded extremely like something.”
Ningning tilted her head. “Did Y/n do something?”
At his name, Karina froze for half a second too long.
Winter caught it instantly. “Oh. He definitely did something.”
“No,” Karina said too quickly. “He didn’t do anything. That’s the problem.”
Giselle raised a brow. “That makes zero sense.”
Karina exhaled sharply, rubbing her forehead. “He didn’t text me.”
Silence. Then Ningning blinked. “That’s it?”
Karina shot her a look. “That’s not ‘it.’ He always texts. Always. Even when I—” She stopped herself, jaw tightening. “Even when I’m mad at him.”
Winter’s expression softened just slightly. “Okay… so you’re upset because he didn’t chase you after the argument?”
“I’m not upset,” Karina said instantly.
Giselle nodded slowly. “You’re pacing like a villain in a drama, but sure.”
Karina shot her a glare. “I said I’m not upset.”
Ningning leaned forward a little. “Karina… What did you say to him yesterday?” That question landed heavier than the others.
Karina hesitated. Winter noticed. “You said something bad.”
“I didn’t—” Karina started, then stopped. Her voice dropped. “I just… said it wasn’t okay. That he can’t just fix everything.”
Giselle frowned. “That doesn’t sound that bad.”
Karina let out a short laugh, but it wasn’t real. “I walked away.”
Winter studied her carefully. “You didn’t give him a chance to respond properly, did you?”
Karina didn’t answer. That was enough to answer.
Ningning sighed. “Karina… you know he doesn’t play games like that.”
“I know,” Karina said quickly, then quieter, “That’s why I’m stressed.”
Giselle pushed off the locker. “So let me get this straight. You said something harsh, walked away, and now he’s not acting like he’s chasing you… and that’s bothering you?”
Karina looked at her. “It’s not ‘chasing.’”
Winter raised an eyebrow. “Then what is it?”
Karina opened her mouth. Nothing came out. Because that was the problem. She didn’t know how to explain it without sounding like she was used to him always being there. Always following. Always fixing things even when she pushed him away.
Ningning spoke softer now. “Do you think he’s actually done?” That hit harder than anything else.
Karina’s fingers curled slightly at her side. “No.” But it didn’t sound certain.
Winter pushed off the wall and stepped closer. “Karina, look at me.” She didn’t want to. “Look at me,” Winter repeated, firmer.
Slowly, Karina did. Winter’s expression wasn’t teasing anymore. “If you’re scared he’s gone, then stop standing here and pretending you don’t care.”
Karina swallowed. “I don’t know what to say.”
Giselle sighed. “Start with ‘I might’ve messed up.’ That usually works.”
Ningning nodded. “Or ‘please don’t ignore me,’ also effective.”
Karina scoffed weakly. “I’m not saying that.”
Winter crossed her arms. “Then keep pacing. But don’t act surprised if he stops being there.”
That silence lingered longer than the others. Karina looked down at her phone again. Still nothing. Her voice came out quieter this time. “He always texts.” She stared at the school entrance from across the courtyard, her heart picking up every time someone walked in.
Then she turn to look at the entrance.
There he was. Y/n. Walking in like he owned the place. No hesitation. No awkwardness. Just calm, steady confidence like something had already been decided. Karina’s breath caught.
Winter leaned in slightly behind her. “Oh… he really showed up.”
Giselle’s eyes widened. “He’s actually walking straight up to her.”
Ningning whispered, “This is not his normal behavior…”
Y/n didn’t slow down. Didn’t look anywhere else.
Straight to Karina.
Students around them started noticing. Conversations dipped. Phones subtly lowered. The hallway felt like it was holding its breath.
Winter muttered, “This is about to be dramatic.”
Giselle replied, “It already is.”
Ningning: “I feel like I should leave but I can’t.”
Y/n stopped in front of Karina.
For a second, everything went still. “Karina.” He looked at her like nothing had changed, but his voice was quieter than usual. “That breakup...Wasn’t real, right?” The world seemed to pause.
Winter covered her mouth slightly. “He just said that out loud…”
Giselle whispered, “No hesitation at all…”
Karina held his gaze.
One second.
Two.
Her expression softened, just a fraction.
“No,” she said.
Winter immediately let out a breath. “Okay good.”
Giselle nodded. “That’s… actually kind of perfect.”
Ningning smiled faintly. “They’re so weird.”
But Y/n didn’t stop there. He tilted his head slightly. “So… what was yesterday then?”
Karina blinked, caught off guard. “What do you mean?”
“You ignored me,” he said simply. “That felt pretty real.”
Behind her, Winter quietly went: “Ohhh.”
Giselle leaned forward a little. “He’s calling her out.”
Ningning whispered, “I didn’t expect him to be this bold…”
Karina exhaled sharply. “I wasn’t ignoring you. I was mad.”
Y/n nodded like that made sense. “Yeah. I figured.” A pause. Then he added, “But you still walked away. Many times I might add.”
Karina’s jaw tightened slightly. “Because you weren’t listening.”
“I was listening,” he said. “I just wasn’t reacting the way you wanted.” That made her pause.
Winter murmured, “He’s not wrong…”
Giselle added “He’s actually not wrong.”
Ningning turned to gGiselle “This is getting deep…”
Karina looked away for half a second, then back at him. “You didn’t text me.”
Y/n shrugged slightly. “You didn’t text me either.”
“That’s different,” she shot back instantly.
He gave a small, knowing smile. “It always is with you.”
That line made her glare slightly. “What is that supposed to mean?”
“It means,” he said calmly, stepping just a little closer, “you expect me to chase when you’re upset. But when I don’t, you panic.” Silence.
Winter’s eyes widened. “OH.”
Giselle covered her mouth. “He said it.”
Ningning whispered, “He really said it…”
Karina opened her mouth, then closed it again. Because she didn’t have an immediate answer.
Y/n’s voice softened slightly. “I’m not mad. I just needed you to know I’m not going to disappear every time you push me away.”
That landed differently. Karina’s expression shifted, less defensive now, more quiet. “…I didn’t push you away,” she said, but it wasn’t as sharp.
“You did,” he replied gently. “Just not on purpose.”
A beat. Then Karina finally said, lower, “I thought you were actually done.” That changed everything.
Winter blinked. “Oh…”
Giselle’s tone softened. “Okay… that’s not what I expected.”
Ningning quietly added “She was scared…”
Y/n looked at her for a second longer, then exhaled slightly. “I’m not done,” he said. “Not even close.”
Karina’s shoulders eased just a little. “…You’re annoying,” she muttered.
He smiled faintly. “You always say that.”
“Because you are.”
“And yet,” he said, “you’re still here.”
That made her look at him properly again. “…Yeah,” she admitted. A small pause. Then, quieter, “Don’t ignore me like that again.”
Y/n nodded once. “Don’t shut me out like that again.”
Karina hesitated… then gave a small, reluctant nod. “…Fine.”
Behind her, Winter immediately whispered, “That was a couple agreement.”
Giselle smirked. “Yeah, they’re not normal.”
Ningning sighed softly. “But it works for them…”
“Would you three shut up please!” Both Y/n and Karina yelled at them.
“Yep you got it boss.” Giselle Said, “No worries” Winter said, “Shutting up now.” Ningning said. All three said at the same time.
Karina and Y/n turned to face each other again and stood there, still not letting the moment drift away, it was obvious to everyone watching, this wasn’t an ending.
Not even close.
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The rest of the day felt different.
They didn’t suddenly snap back into being perfect. There were still moments, small silences, almost-arguments that never fully formed, but they stayed close.
Walking between classes together. Sitting near each other at lunch. Not quite fixed. But not broken either.
Winter noticed first. “So…” she said later, leaning against the lockers with Giselle and Ningning, watching Karina across the courtyard where Y/n was handing her something she’d dropped. “They’re doing that thing again.”
“What thing?” Ningning asked.
“The thing where they act like they’re fighting but also… not actually apart,” Winter said.
Giselle smirked. “That’s just their normal relationship.”
Ningning shook her head. “It’s exhausting to watch.”
Across the courtyard, Karina took the item from Y/n a little too quickly. “You didn’t have to follow me for this,”
she said. “I didn’t follow you,” he replied. “You dropped it in front of me.”
“I was walking.”
“You were walking away from me.”
Karina paused. “That’s not the same thing.”
Y/n raised an eyebrow. “It kind of is.” She opened her mouth, then closed it again.
Winter, watching from afar, whispered, “Oh she hates that he’s right.”
Giselle nodded. “She really does.”
Ningning added, “But she’s not leaving, so…”
Back with them, Karina sighed. “You’re annoying.”
Y/n smiled slightly. “You said that already.”
“I’ll say it again if I want.”
“I know.”
That calm answer made her glance at him. “…You’re not going to argue with me?”
“I am,” he said. “Just not about everything.”
That made her pause again. “…That’s new.”
He shrugged. “So are you.”
She frowned slightly. “I haven’t changed.”
“You have,” he said simply. “You just don’t notice it.”
That should’ve annoyed her more than it did. Instead, she looked away first. “…Don’t get used to this,” she muttered.
“Used to what?”
“This,” she said vaguely, gesturing between them like she refused to define it.
He nodded slowly. “Too late.”
Karina shot him a look. “You’re really confident for someone who was ignored yesterday.”
“I wasn’t ignored,” he said. “I was tested.”
That made her stop walking for half a second.
Winter, in the distance “Ohhh.”
Giselle gasps “He’s dangerous for her ego.”
Ningning Said “I am kind of attracted to it…” Winter and Giselle both looked at her “What, he’s attractive. I want someone to challenge me” They both slowly looked away from her.
Karina started walking again, a little faster this time. “I don’t test people.”
“You do,” he said easily, catching up. “You just call it something else.”
“What?”
“Control.”
That word made her glare at him immediately. “You’re really pushing it today.”
“I know,” he said. “But you’re still here.”
That shut her up for a moment. Because he was right. She could’ve walked away again. She didn’t. “…You’re lucky I like you,” she said finally, quieter than before.
That made him glance at her. “I know,” he replied. A pause. Then, softer he added, “I’m not going anywhere, Karina.”
She didn’t answer right away.
But she didn’t slow down walking beside him either.
And for now, that was enough.
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After school, the halls emptied slowly. Lockers slammed, voices faded, and sunlight stretched across the floors in long golden lines.
Karina stood by the front steps, scrolling through her phone, pretending she wasn’t waiting.
“Hey.” She looked up. Y/n stood there again, hands in his pockets, that same calm confidence from earlier, but softer now. “Are you leaving?” he asked.
“Eventually,” she said.
He nodded toward the street. “Walk with me?”
She hesitated for half a second… then slipped her phone into her bag. “Fine.”
They walked side by side, not too close at first. The air between them felt lighter than it had in days.
After a minute, he spoke again. “You know, for someone who was ‘done with me,’ you looked pretty stressed this morning.”
“I was not stressed,” she said quickly.
“Mm,” he hummed. “You checked the entrance like ten times.”
Her head snapped toward him. “You saw that?”
“I notice things,” he said, glancing at her.
She groaned softly. “That’s embarrassing.”
“I thought it was kind of cute.”
She nudged his arm. “Don’t get used to it.”
“I won’t,” he said. “I’ll just remember it. And also, treasure it forever”
She shook her head, but she was smiling now, really smiling. They reached a quiet corner where the street split in two directions. The kind of place where people usually said goodbye.
Neither of them stopped. Instead, she slowed slightly… then reached out and took his hand. It wasn’t dramatic. It wasn’t announced. But it meant everything.
He looked down at their hands, then back at her. “No more fake breakups?” he asked.
She squeezed his hand lightly. “No more ignoring me?” she countered.
“Deal.” She nodded, satisfied. Then, after a second, she added, almost casually, “…And if someone tries to talk to you again—”
He laughed. “Here we go.”
“I’m serious,” she said, trying not to smile. “I will shut it down. I don’t care what people will say. You’re mine”
“I know,” he said with a big smile on his face. “I wouldn’t want to be anyone else’s”
“Good.” They kept walking.
And this time, neither of them let go.
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They didn’t let go of each other’s hands when they reached the corner.
“This is your turn,” he said, nodding toward the street that led to her place.
She didn’t move. “Or,” she said, glancing at him, trying to sound casual and failing just a little, “you could come to mine.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Your house?”
“Yeah,” she said quickly. “My parents are out tonight. It’s just… easier to talk there. Without half the school watching.”
He studied her for a second, not suspicious, just careful. “You sure?”
She tightened her grip on his hand. “Do I look unsure?”
“…No,” he admitted.
“Then come on.” She pulled him along down her street
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Her house was exactly what you’d expect. Big, clean, quiet in that way expensive places always seemed to be.
But without the usual noise of people, it felt… different. Less like a show, more like something real.
He slipped off his shoes by the door, glancing around. “You live here?”
She rolled her eyes, dropping her bag on the dining table. “Don’t start.”
“I’m just saying,” he said, following her inside, “this is a lot compared to my place.”
“Yeah, well,” she shrugged, walking into the kitchen “it’s not as interesting as it looks.” There was something in her voice, something honest again.
He noticed. “Good,” he said. “Then I won’t be distracted.”
She glanced back at him, a small smile pulling at her lips. “You’re different today.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” she said. “Less… desperate.”
“Ouch.”
“I didn’t mean it like that,” she said, laughing softly. “Just… you’re not trying so hard.”
He leaned against the kitchen counter. “Maybe I realized I don’t have to.” That made her pause.
For a second, she just looked at him, really looked at him, like she was seeing something she hadn’t fully noticed before. “…I like it,” she said quietly.
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They ended up in her room, sitting on the floor with their backs against the bed. At first, it was small talk. School, random people, anything easy. But slowly, like it always does when there’s something unresolved, the conversation drifted back.
“You really thought I’d just leave?” she asked after a while.
“I thought you might try,” he said. “I didn’t know if you meant it.”
“I didn’t,” she said immediately. Then, softer, “I just… wanted you to react.”
“I did react.”
“Yeah,” she said, glancing at him. “But not the way I expected.”
He nodded. “I know.” There was a pause.
“I don’t like not being in control,” she admitted.
“I figured.”
“And with you,” she continued, “it’s like… I don’t always have it.”
He looked at her. “Good.”
She frowned slightly. “Good?”
“Yeah,” he said. “Because if you always had control, I wouldn’t matter. I’d just be… another person following you around.” He continued, “If you were always in control what would I be. A pawn in your long game. Where would we start?”
That hit harder than she expected. “…You’re not, you wouldn't be that.” she said.
“I know,” he replied. “That’s why I stayed.” Silence again, but this time it felt warm, not tense.
She leaned her head back against the bed, staring at the ceiling. “You’re really annoying, you know that?”
He smiled. “I’ve been told.”
“By me.”
“Exactly.” She nudged his shoulder with hers. Light. Familiar. “I was stressed this morning,” she admitted after a moment.
“I know.”
“No, like… actually stressed,” she said. “I thought you were done.”
“I wasn’t.”
“You didn’t text.”
“That was on purpose. And by the way, you didn’t reply.”
“That’s different.”
“It’s not.” He stated.
She sighed. “…Okay, maybe it’s not.”
He turned slightly toward her. “You don’t have to test me like that.”
“I know,” she said. “I just… I don't want to be the only one who cares more.”
“You’re not,” he said, without hesitation.
She looked at him again, searching his face like she needed proof. “Then don’t disappear like that,” she said.
“Don’t shut me out,” he replied. They held each other’s gaze for a second.
“Deal,” she said.
“Deal.” He confirmed.
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Hours passed without them noticing. They talked about everything and nothing, old memories, stupid arguments, things they’d never said out loud before.
The kind of conversation that only happens when there’s no one else around and nowhere else to be.
At some point, the sun disappeared, replaced by the soft glow of her bedside lamp. She went to her couch and got a blanket down from her cupboard then looked into his eyes, hinting at him to get on the couch next to where she was going to sit.
“Don’t get used to this,” she said sitting next to him.
“Too late,” he replied, adjusting the blanket to sit comfortably on both of them.
She laughed quietly, then settled closer, close enough that their arms brushed, then stayed that way. She reached her hand over to his and interlocked them. He then lifted their conjoined hands up and gave the back of her hand a kiss.
Neither of them moved away.
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Later, when the house had gone completely silent, she spoke again. “…You’re not leaving tonight, right?”
He glanced at her. There was no attitude in her voice now. No teasing. Just something simple and real.
“You want me to stay?” he asked.
She hesitated for a fraction of a second, then nodded. “Yeah.”
He didn’t make a big deal out of it. “Okay,” he said.
That was enough.
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They had gone down to the kitchen and ordered some food in. After they finished the food they cleaned up and Karina grabbed Y/n’s hand and pulled him up the stairs to her room.
Karina's bedroom door clicked shut softly behind them, sealing out the world and wrapping Y/n and her in the warm, familiar glow of her bedside lamp.
The air hummed with unspoken relief after their week apart, but neither rushed. They stood there for a moment, hands still linked from the walk upstairs, eyes meeting with shy smiles that spoke volumes.
“I missed this... just being close to you,” Karina whispered, her voice barely above a breath. She squeezed his hand, tugging him gently toward the bed.
They sat side by side on the edge, thighs brushing, the mattress dipping under their weight. No hurry, just the comfort of proximity.
Y/n turned to her, his free hand lifting to tuck a stray hair behind her ear. “Me too. Let's take it slow tonight. I want to savor every second with you.” His thumb grazed her cheek, tracing the soft curve.
She leaned into the touch, her eyes fluttering closed briefly, a contented sigh escaping her lips.
They shifted closer, shoulders pressing together, arms wrapping around each other in a loose hug. His chin rested on her shoulder, her head nestling against his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart.
Minutes passed like that, simply holding one another, breaths syncing as tension ebbed away.
Karina's fingers began to trace lazy patterns on his back through his shirt, light and exploratory. “You feel so good against me,” she murmured, tilting her head to press a feather-light kiss to his neck.
Y/n shivered pleasantly, his hand sliding to her waist, thumb circling gently over the fabric of her shirt.
Emboldened by her touch, he turned his face to hers, their noses brushing. “I love you, Karina.”
The words hung sweet between them, the first time it has been said and she smiled, eyes sparkling. “I love you too, Y/n. So much”
Their lips met then, not in a frantic clash, but a soft, lingering press. It deepened gradually, mouths parting for tentative tongues to touch, hands roaming with increasing confidence.
He cupped her face fully now, kissing her like she was precious porcelain.
They eased back onto the pillows together, still clothed, bodies aligning side by side. Karina's leg draped over his, pulling him nearer, while his hand ventured under her school shirt, fingertips skimming her bare midriff.
“Your skin... it's like silk,” he breathed against her lips, making her giggle softly.
She mirrored him, slipping her hand beneath his shirt to feel the warmth of his abdomen. “And yours is so warm, so strong.”
Clothes stayed on a bit longer as they explored like this, kisses trailing to jaws, ears, throats. shirts unbuttoned inch by inch, shirts pulled slowly over shoulders.
Karina's bra came off next, her breasts spilling free, nipples tightening in the cool air.
Y/n paused to admire, hands hovering reverently. “You're stunning. These breasts... I could worship them forever.” He leaned in, lips brushing one soft mound, then the peak, sucking gently as she arched with a quiet moan.
Her hands worked his pants open meanwhile, but unhurriedly, pushing them down his hips just enough to free more skin.
“Your body drives me wild, Y/n. This chest, these arms…” She kissed his collarbone, sucking his skin, drawing a low groan from him.
His pants and her skirt joined the floor. Panties tugged slowly down her legs. He slowly caressed her thighs. They pressed against each other, grinding lightly, building heat without penetration yet.
Y/n kissed down her body now, hands spreading her thighs wider. “This pretty pussy... all wet for me already.” He nuzzled her inner thighs, planting slow kisses closer to her core.
His tongue finally delved in, parting her folds to lap at her entrance before circling her clit with feather-light strokes. Karina's fingers threaded through his hair, hips lifting shyly. “Feels so good... I love how you taste me.”
He added a finger, sliding it in deep and curling, sucking her clit rhythmically as she grew bolder, moaning louder. “I love you,” she gasped, her first climax washing over her in gentle waves, pussy fluttering around his digit.
He lapped every drop, kissing her mound adoringly before crawling back up.
Karina flipped them gently, more assured now. “My turn to make you feel good.” She peeled off his boxers fully, his cock standing rigid, tip glistening. “God, your cock is perfect, thick, hard, mine.”
Her hands stroked him from root to head, lips following suit. She licked the underside, then engulfed him slowly, bobbing with wet sucks, tongue pressing the vein.
Y/n's hand rested on her head, not pushing. “Karina... I love you. So much.”
She kissed up his body, savouring every part of his body. She kissed up his neck to his lips. “I need you inside me, Y/n,” She straddled his lap and reached down, wrapping her fingers around his throbbing cock, guiding the swollen head along her slick slit.
She teased herself first, rubbing the tip up and down her soaked folds, coating him in her arousal before notching him at her entrance.
Slowly, she sank down, her tight pussy stretching around his girth inch by inch. They both moaned in unison as her walls hugged him like a velvet glove.
Halfway in, she paused, biting her lip, eyes locked on his. “You feel huge... filling me just right.” Another inch, then two more, until her ass met his thighs, fully seated with him buried to the hilt. “So full... perfect fit, like we were made for each other.”
Y/n's hands gripped her hips, thumbs stroking the dip of her waist, marveling at her curves. “God, Karina, your pussy grips me so tight. I love how you take me.”
They started rocking together languidly, a gentle rhythm at first, her rolling her hips in slow circles, him thrusting up shallowly to meet her.
Hands roamed freely now, completely at ease in their nakedness. His palms slid to her ass, kneading the firm, round globes, squeezing the soft flesh as he pulled her down harder onto him.
“This ass is incredible, so perfect for my hands.” She gasped, grinding deeper, her breasts bouncing softly with each motion.
Karina's fingers splayed across his chest. “Your chest is my favorite... these muscles, so hard under my touch.” She leaned forward, her nipples dragging across his skin as she captured his mouth in a heated kiss, tongues tangling messily.
Their bodies grew slick with sweat, sliding together effortlessly. His cock plunging in and out of her dripping pussy with wet, obscene sounds.
He broke the kiss to trail his lips down her neck, sucking marks into her collarbone. “I love every curve of you. Your waist, these hips that sway just for me, your breasts heaving like this.”
Emboldened, she sat up straighter, riding him with more confidence, hands braced on his abs for leverage.
Y/n's fingers trailed forward, finding her swollen clit amidst the slick mess where they joined. He rubbed firm circles over the sensitive nub, matching the quickening pace of their hips. “Come for me, baby. Let me feel you squeeze my cock.”
Her breaths came in pants, head thrown back, long hair cascading down her back. “Y/n... yes, right there. Your fingers... your cock... Fuck I love you.”
Her orgasm hit like a tidal wave, pussy clenching rhythmically around him, milking his length as juices gushed out, soaking his balls.
The sight and feel undid him instantly. “Fuck, Karina. I'm coming!” His cock throbbed violently inside her, hips bucking up as thick ropes of cum erupted, flooding her depths with hot spurts.
He held her down, grinding deep to push every drop into her spasming core, their mingled releases leaking out around his base.
They collapsed together in a tangle of limbs, breaths ragged and syncing as they came down. Y/n's arms wrapped around her securely, cradling her against his chest, one hand stroking her back in soothing lines while the other cupped her ass possessively.
She nuzzled into the crook of his neck, pressing lazy kisses to his damp skin, a blissful smile curving her lips. “You're my world, Karina. Every inch of you, your soft skin, your tight pussy, the way you love me. I love you, forever.” She lifted her head, eyes shining with tears of joy, and kissed him tenderly.
“And I love you, Y/n, your strong body, this cock that fits me so perfectly, your heart that's all mine. Always. Just this, us, forever.”
They stayed like that, still joined, bodies cooling as they whispered more affections, fingers exploring idly, reaffirming their unbreakable bond in the quiet afterglow.
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They didn’t fall asleep right away. They lay there, side by side, talking in softer voices now, like the quiet mattered.
At some point, her hand found his again, like it had earlier, automatic and unspoken.
He squeezed it lightly. “No more fake breakups,” he murmured.
She shifted closer, resting her head against his shoulder. “No more disappearing,” she replied.
“Still Yours, Deal?”
“Deal.”
And this time, when everything went quiet, it didn’t feel uncertain. It felt steady.
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THE END
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A/N : Let me know your thoughts
Smut Masterlist:
The Idol Paragon series
Foreword
Chapter 1: Debut
Chapter 2: First Music Show (ft. Karina)
Chapter 3: Day-off (ft. Eunbi & Minju)
Chapter 4: Secret Date (ft. Karina)
Chapter 5: Tokyo Dome Rehearsals (ft. MiSaMo)
Chapter 6: Worship and Warning (ft. Giselle & Nayeon)
MASTERLIST (251119)
Series:
Velvety (Red Velvet) Velvety 2 (Red Velvet) The Apartment (SNSD - Taeyeon, Tiffany, Yoona, Seohyun) STCY (StayC)
One Shot:
Negotiate, Bonus, Cashback (Eunbi) Lucky Spotted (Seo Dahyun) The Cove (Yeojin) Morning Balcony (Xinyu) How Well You Can Follow Orders (Gaeul (part 1)) How Well You Can Follow Orders (Gaeul (part2)) Like Mother, Like Daughter (Irene & Yoon Seoyeon) Passionate Night (Kazuha) You Trained Him Well (Liz ft. Gaeul) Triple Trouble (Magenta, Kim Nakyoung, Kim Lip) Alpha Percented (tripleS Alpha Percent) Night Club (Haseul) Mommy's Good Boy (Eunbi) Little Brave Man (Swan)
