I saw ur taking requests so hear me out!!! Virgin baku and virgin reader not being ready to fully have sex yetâŚso dryhumping. Dryhumping is a dying art we need to bring it back
hot and bothered
park humin (baku) x fem! reader (one shot) 18+ | whc 2 â
pairing: park humin (baku) x fem! reader
wc: 2.2k
warnings: sexual content (minors dni !!), intended lowercase, usage of y/n, established relationship, reader and baku being really awkward and lowkey pathetic in an adorable way together lol
genre: smut (dry humping only, not direct intercourse)
(gotakâs version of this request can be found here âĄ.)
summary: when you and your equally inexperienced, sweet, hopelessly-in-love boyfriend baku end up alone together in his room, the quiet, simmering frustration of wanting each other only grows hotter with every passing minute â until neither of you can hold back anymore, and you finally decide to do something about it.
authorâs note: iâm so silly writing a scenario set in summer during the christmas season lololol. iâm literally freezing rn bhaha. anyways, this is basically my first proper smut so far, so hopefully it wonât disappoint (áľâá´â) likes, comments, and reblogs are highly appreciated, thank you đ !!
you and baku had been dating for a while now, and honestly, the two of you were impossible. anyone who spent even five minutes around you could tell it was the first relationship for both of you.
you got stupidly giddy over matching outfits. baku even bought you matching phone cases without a hint of embarrassment. you wore bakuâs jersey with his number to every match like the proudest, most lovestruck fan. and the two of you insisted on feeding each other at lunch to the absolute horror of everyone watching.
and when you and baku finally had your first kiss? he spent the next month talking gotakâs ear off about it, replaying every second until gotak crashed out, saying that if heâs gonna hear one more word about that kiss, heâs gonna make sure baku has no mouth to kiss with ever again in the first place. (so dramatic lol)
yeah⌠you both were idiots in love. inexperienced, clueless, and so ridiculously down bad for each other, so much it almost hurt to look at.
but with all that inexperienceness came also this⌠awkward energy between you and baku.
you two were, in general, pretty comfortable around each other. for example, you walked around his room barefoot like you lived there your whole life, he didnât even think twice before burping in front of you, youâd ask him to buy you sanitary products when you got bad period cramps, and such. all of this was silly but at the same time it created these strangely intimate moments that you wouldnât share with anyone else, besides each other.
however, there still was this unsure lingering feeling between you despite all of that â this constant quiet question mark. was it okay for him to rest his hand on your thigh under the table? was it okay for you to kiss him when he was getting sleepy? could you let your hands wander over his abs without crossing some invisible line? would you get mad at him if his eyes dipped to your chest for a second longer than they should?
you two wanted each other, really badly. that much was obvious. but neither of you were sure how to⌠approach any of it. how to talk about it without instantly combusting from sheer embarrassment. how to be bold when your hearts were beating loud enough for the whole world to hear.
so you danced around it. shy, flustered, aching. simply hoping the other would make the first move.
and well, tonight was the night that baku decided to man up. or well, decided was a strong word. it was more like⌠he just couldnât resist his own impulses anymore.
it was a hot summer night, the kind where the air sticks to your skin and everything feels a little too overwhelming.
bakuâs dad had his own plans that evening, leaving you and baku alone in his room. you two were âwatchingâ some movie on his laptop, sitting shoulder to shoulder on his bed, the glow of the screen brushing over your faces. but neither of you were actually concentrating on the plot of the movie, not even a little bit.
your eyes kept drifting to bakuâs hands. those strong, muscular hands, veins running up his forearms, looking unfairly good in the short-sleeved t-shirt he had thrown on.
and baku⌠well, he kept trying really, really hard not to stare at the soft, exposed skin of your thighs peeking out from your shorts, but he failed miserably.
you were both getting warmer by each minute. the air felt heavy, charged with something unspoken. every tiny movement â the brush of your knee against his, the shift of his arm beside you â sent sparks shooting up both your spines.
tonight, something had to change.
and baku knew it.
his heart was pounding so loud, he was pretty sure you could hear it. and well, you werenât any better yourself to be fair.
baku gulped loudly, mentally preparing himself for what he needed to say, no, what his whole body was basically begging him to say at this point.
âum⌠y/n? can we pause the movie for a minute?â he asked, smiling awkwardly.
you nodded immediately, your cheeks already warm. you wanted to blame it on the heat, but deep down you knew it wasnât the weather at all â it was because your own fantasies about humin had been spiraling the moment you stepped foot inside his room tonight.
baku leaned forward to pause the movie, staying hunched over his laptop for a second, taking one long steadying breath before turning back to you.
âi donât really know how to say this without sounding⌠weird. or like a perv, butââ he didnât get to finish his sentence, as you placed your trembling hand over his. âiâ i know what youâre thinking,â you whispered, your voice shaking âi⌠feel it too, humin.â
baku went red instantly. there was a beat of silence until⌠âokay, so⌠now that we both know weâre horny, what do we doââ
âlord, humin, donât say it like that!â you yelped, throwing your hands over your face in pure mortification. baku burst into loud laughter immediately, gently pulling your hands away so he could see your expression.
âiâm sorry! but iâm nervous too!â he insisted, cheeks flushed, eyes bright. âyou make my body feel all weird and excited and i wanna make you feel good too but i⌠i donât know how, you know? and neither gotak, sieun, or juntae have any game with the ladies, so i canât exactly ask any of them for advice.â he let out a breath, shoulders sagging in shy frustration. âi just⌠i donât wanna mess this up with you.â
you let out a tiny breath you didnât even realize you were holding and shuffled a little closer to him until your knees brushed his.
âyouâre really sweet, you know?â you mumbled, eyes flicking to your hands tangled with his âi donât wanna mess this up with you either, huminâŚâ
your fingers slipped between his a bit tighter â a quiet i want this too. he squeezed back instantly, like heâd been waiting for any excuse to touch you at the moment.
âletâs just⌠take it slow, okay?â you said, your voice going soft at the edges. âi mean, we donât have to go all in tonight. itâs not like this is the last time weâre gonnaââ you cut yourself off, cheeks heating up. âyâknowâŚâ
that made him giggle, this breathy nervous sound that somehow made your stomach flip even more. âiâm really a lucky guy, huh? having a pretty girl in my room admitting to wanting to sleep with me multiple times.â
you nudged him with your shoulder, trying (and failing) to look annoyed. âshut up⌠iâm trying to be serious.â
you hesitated, then leaned even closer, your voice dropping without you meaning it to.
âi just meant⌠we can start slow. like⌠just touching. figuring each other out.â the last words came out barely audible. âexploring.â
bakuâs breath hitched and he looked at you like youâd just knocked the air out of him. âyeah,â he whispered, nodding a little too fast. âokay. yeah. i⌠i want that. i want you.â
you nodded at his words, heart thumping, and leaned in to kiss him first. baku practically melted the second your lips touched, like every ounce of tension heâd been carrying just slipped right out of him. his hands slid away from yours so they could settle at your waist, warm and hesitant, while your fingers came up to hold his face and pull him deeper into the kiss.
it didnât take long before it stopped being a simple kiss and became⌠well, more. slow and messy, breathy little noises slipping out when either of you got brave enough to move your mouth a bit differently. the whole room felt too warm, too quiet except for those soft, desperate sounds that neither of you could control.
when baku finally pulled back, both of you were breathing like youâd just ran a marathon. his cheeks were flushed, lips a little swollen, eyes glued to yours before flicking down for a split second.
âit⌠it feels really tightâŚâ he whispered, voice cracking at the end. he swallowed hard, embarrassed, and gave the smallest nudge of his head towards his shorts, like he couldnât bring himself to say anything more than that.
you let out a shaky breath, your eyes flicking down before you could stop yourself â and yeah, the sight definitely did not help with the warm, aching pressure building between your own thighs. your face felt hotter than before, if that was even possible.
âo-okay⌠letâs⌠letâs try this.â you whispered, barely being able to hear your own voice over your heartbeat.
baku froze when you shifted closer, his hands flying to your hips automatically like he needed to steady you â or himself. he wasnât sure. and then, with this hesitant little swallow, you moved to straddle him, settling over his lap clumsily, nervously, like you were both learning how to breathe for the first time.
his eyes widened, pupils blown, mouth parted like he couldnât believe you were actually doing this. his fingers tightened just a little, careful, scared to push too far, but unable to hide how badly he wanted you to do something about the ache in his pants.
ây-y/nâŚâ he whispered, voice cracking âthis is⌠iâm gonna lose my mind.â
you felt your own breath stutter, leaning in so your forehead touched his, both of you shaking.
the moment you felt him poke you underneath, you let out a small strangled moan â which was already more than enough to send baku over the moon.
you took a few breaths, as you gathered courage to continue and then you wrapped your hands around his neck. slowly, you started grinding yourself against his clothed cock, chasing pleasure for the both of you.
baku tried really hard to sustain his own moans, but it was all pointless â at the end of the day baku was known to be quiet the talker.
ây-y/n this⌠this feels so goodââ heâd whisper, as he threw his head back and let his hands wander a little lower to rest on your ass, giving your cheeks a light squeeze.
you leaned into him even more, your chest pressed tight against his own, as you tried to speed up a little, your mind clouded by pleasure.
for so long you dreamed about being this close to humin, the amount of times you tried to get rid of that heat between your legs by using your own pathetic hands in the dim lighting of your room, when all you truly needed was this â huminâs hard cock against you, his grunts in your ear, and his hands touching you wherever he pleased.
and humin? he was in heaven. he swore to god he had never felt so good, and the fact that this wasnât even the whole package of what sexual life offers, already made him feel overwhelmed.
through his half-lidded eyes heâd glance down at the mess you were creating while endlessly grinding yourself against his body and he let out the deepest groan known to mankind at the sight in front of him â your cute shorts soaked wet, right where his hard on was resting against you, shaking as you kept chasing your high.
the moment humin pulled his head back up, he used one of his hands to push your head closer to him, kissing you passionately, teeth clashing together, his tongue basically vacuuming your whole mouth, which made you let out even more moans, that he found to be his favorite sound in the world from now on.
âh-humin iâm so closeâŚâ youâd breath out desperately against his lips, as you yanked your shirt over your head, feeling too hot, leaving you just in your bra. everything was too much for you at the moment.
and baku couldnât complain at the sight â beautiful girl with swollen lips from his kisses, flushed cheeks, pussy wet against his leaking cock, now just in her bra? he was praying this wasnât one of his wet dreams at the moment, as he took in your whole appearance.
âcâmon pretty girl, please⌠let yourself go. i-i canât get enough of youâŚâ heâd whisper, as heâd try to grind against you himself, which would make you let out another loud moan, as you picked up your pace.
it didnât take you even five minutes when you fell apart on huminâs lap, his hands steadying you once more by your hips, as you completely laid down on his chest, breathing hard, your orgasm completely washing over you.
baku rutted against you pathetically few more times till he felt his own release approaching. âoh fuckâŚâ heâd grunt out, as he held you tight in his arms and let himself finally relax as well, the tension of arousal leaving his body.
the cum stain wasnât huge just on your shorts now, but on bakuâs too â which he felt rather proud of. he was about to say that heâd never wash them again, meaning to sound sentimental at first, but upon realizing how gross itâd actually sound, he changed his mind, letting the silence settle between the two of you.
as baku held you against him, steadying you while you came down from your high, he looked down at you with this stupidly sweet smile.
âyou good, sweets? need water? anything?â he murmured, fingers slipping into your hair and gently combing through it like he couldnât help himself.
you barely managed to lift your head, still dazed and warm and kind of floating, before you shook it lightly and tried to curl even closer into him.
âno⌠just want you closeâŚâ
âyour wish is my command.â he laughed quietly, pressing a soft kiss to your hairline.
you let out a tiny breath, cheek smooshed against his chest âi didnât even know stuff like this could feel that intense⌠it was unrealâŚâ
bakuâs cheeks went warm as that dreamy, lovestruck look took over his face again. âoh yeah, tell me about itâŚâ he muttered, honestly just as overwhelmed as you.
fin.
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weak hero boys x fem! reader 18+ (separated scenarios) â
summary: weak hero boys with fem! reader who decides to wear a sexy lingerie to surprise them
featuring: yeon sieun, ahn suho, oh beomseok, park humin, go hyuntak, seo juntae, geum seongje, na baekjin
warnings: suggestive (minors dni!!), intended lowercase, usage of y/n, established relationships
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yeon sieun ŕťęą
sieun was studying at his desk, pages full of notes scattered around him. he didnât even hear you come in until the door to his room was swung open and you stepped inside, arms full of shopping bags.
âenough of homework, sieun! iâve got something better.â you announced excitedly.
he didnât smile. he never really did. but his eyes flicked up to you, softening just a touch.
âwhat is it?â he asked, voice even but attention fully on you now.
you stepped closer, grinning. ânot yet. close your eyes first. and keep them closed till i tell you, okay?â
he exhaled slowly, pretending to be put-upon, but he obeyed without question. his hands came up to cover his eyes, and even like this, he looked composed â back straight, shoulders relaxed⌠but you could tell he was listening to every tiny sound, trying to figure out what you were doing.
âdonât peek!â you warned.
âiâm not.â he said quietly â and he meant it. heâd never go against your word.
finally, when you were done, you said brightly âokay, all done! you can look.â
he dropped his hands â and then froze right away.
your lingerie glowed softly in the light, delicate straps hugging your waist, stockings pressed high against your thighs. you shifted nervously, suddenly aware of just how intensely he was watching you.
his ears turned pink first. then the tips of his cheeks. then the rest of his face.
âdâdo you like it?â you asked, suddenly shy in a way heâd never seen from you.
he didnât answer.
he just stood, quietly, slowly, like he was afraid any sudden movement would break the moment. then he cupped your face with both hands and kissed you â not messy or rushed, but deep, careful, like he was memorizing the feeling.
âi⌠love it.â he murmured against your lips, breath unsteady in a way heâd hate anyone else besides you to hear.
he guided you backwards with a gentle hand on your waist until he sat on the edge of the bed and pulled you into his lap. you straddled him, and he swallowed hard, fingers brushing the lace at your hips as if he didnât quite believe you were real.
âfor once, you were right⌠this really is better than homework.â he said, trying to sound calm, but his voice betrayed him â softer, warmer, tinted with awe.
you laughed breathlessly âeverything i offer is better than your homeworkââ but the rest of your sentence dissolved into a quiet gasp the moment his lips found your neck. not hurried, not aggressive, just slow, deliberate, searching for that one spot he knew made you melt.
his analytical mind, always calculating, always observing, focused entirely on you now. your breath. your skin. your reactions.
and beneath his usual stillness, you could feel it â the intensity, the devotion, the quiet, dangerous protectiveness that he never let anyone else close enough to see.
âyouâre⌠beautiful..â he whispered against your throat, voice low, like he wasnât sure he should say it aloud âtoo beautiful.â
his hands kept exploring your body â fingertips tracing the lace along your waist, the ribbon on your hip, the delicate seams of your stockings. every part of you he touched, he memorized.
his eyes were half-open, half-lidded, like he physically couldnât look away from you even if he wanted to.
âi want you to keep this on the whole nightâŚâ he whispered, voice low âitâs⌠really pretty.â
his fingers tightened around your thighs, right where the stockings ended, squeezing gently. the contrast between his cold hands and your warm skin sent a shiver through you.
you moaned softly, surprised, almost startled, at the initiative he was taking. usually, you were the one guiding him, teasing him, pulling the reactions out of him one by one. but tonight? he wasnât hiding behind his quiet.
âif i knew a pretty lingerie set was all it took to make you this excited,â you giggled breathlessly âiâd have done this way sooner.â
sieunâs gaze flicked up to yours â sharp, dark, heated in a way that made your giggle die in your throat.
âdonât.â he murmured, thumb stroking the inside of your thigh âdonât tease.â
the words werenât a warning. they were a confession.
a little shaky, a little vulnerable.
like he wasnât used to wanting something this badly.
he pressed another slow kiss to your lips, more sure this time, his hand gently pulling you closer as if afraid you might disappear.
âjust⌠stay like this for a bitâŚâ he whispered, breath warm against your mouth âi want to look at you.â
and he did. quietly. intensely. like you were something precious he wasnât sure he deserved, but couldnât stop reaching for anyway.
ahn suho ŕťęą
you and suho had a sleepover planned at your place tonight. he was supposed to swing by after his shift and the moment you heard a motorcycle pull up, you rushed to get ready for your big reveal â the little surprise youâd been planning for him all day.
âyour delivery boy is here!â he yelled playfully through the door, voice muffled but obviously tired. he stretched, letting out a huge yawn he didnât even bother to cover⌠which was exactly when you opened the door.
there he stood, mid-yawn, and you stood there in a lacy bra and matching panties, stockings hugging your thighs, and the only thing even remotely decent being his hoodie hanging loosely off your shoulders.
you rolled your eyes.
âi was gonna say something sexy, but that yawn kinda killed the mood.â you giggled, watching his brain absolutely shut down.
the second he realized how long heâd been staring, he stumbled inside in a panic, slamming the door shut behind him so no one else could possibly catch a glimpse of you like this. the bag of snacks he brought? forgotten instantly, dropped right onto the floor as he turned back to you, stunned all over again.
âdid i die? is this heaven?â he breathed out, genuinely dazed.
you blushed and lightly smacked his chest.
âheaven is waiting for you in the bedroom⌠if youâre not completely dead after your shift that is.â you teased, shooting him a wink as you started walking towards your room.
the teasing barely finished leaving your lips before he practically jogged after you.
âfor this i have plenty of energy!â he laughed, watching you flop down onto the bed. he stopped at the edge, practically tripping over himself as he hurried to undress down to his boxers.
the moment he finally got out of his pants, he practically climbed onto the bed after you, still slightly breathless â partly from rushing, partly from sheer disbelief.
âi swearâŚâ he muttered as he crawled over you, hands settling on either side of your hips âyou canât just⌠stand there looking likeââ he waved his hand helplessly at your entire body ââthat, and expect me to act normal.â
you grinned, tugging lightly on the strings of his hoodie that hung off your shoulders ânormal isnât fun though, is it?â
ânot when you look like my personal religion.â he fired back instantly, cheeks dusted pink as he lowered himself, kissing slowly down your jaw. he was warm â the kind of warmth that made your knees weak.
his hands slid up your thighs, thumbs brushing the tops of your stockings as he whispered against your neck âi rode here thinking we were gonna watch movies and nap. but youââ he kissed the spot under your ear, voice dropping lower ââyou had other plans, huh?â
you shivered, tightening your legs around his waist. âmaybe. depends if youâre good.â
he froze for a second, then laughed â that soft, breathy suho laugh that always made you melt â and gently pushed you down onto the pillows.
âoh, iâm good.â he murmured, pinning your wrists for just a moment, teasing, not actually holding them â just enough to make you gasp âiâm very good when itâs for you.â
then he let go, sliding one hand behind your thigh to pull it over his hip, his gaze drifting over your body again like it was some miracle he wasnât supposed to touch.
âgod⌠the hoodie looks better on you than it ever did on me.â he breathed out, fingertips tracing your waist âyou really wore all this for me?â
âdo you⌠like it?â you whispered, suddenly shy under how intensely he was looking at you.
suhoâs grin turned impossibly boyish â messy hair, flushed cheeks, eyes warm and hungry at the same time.
âlike it?â he scoffed, leaning down until his lips brushed the corner of yours âbaby, iâm obsessed.â
he kissed you â not sloppy, not rushed, but slow and deep, like heâd been waiting all night for this. one hand cupped your jaw, the other traced your waist, sliding up your ribs deliberately, touching every curve like he was memorizing it.
you let your own hands wander too, fingertips dancing up his arms, gliding over the warm stretch of muscle across his back as he hovered above you. he dipped his head, kissing your jaw, your throat, your collarbone, each press just a little hungrier than the last.
âmay i?â he asked, voice low and breathless, as he took your leg and lifted it. after your tiny nod, he slid his hand down, hooking his fingers under the top of your stocking. then, painfully slow, he rolled it down your thigh, over your knee, all the way to your ankle.
his eyes never left your skin.
when he finally slipped it off your foot, he laughed softly, holding the stocking between two fingers like it was made of gold.
âis there any chance,â he said, gaze flicking up to you with a smirk so warm and wicked it made your stomach twist âthat i could take this home as a souvenir?â
you kicked him in the shoulder lightly, but he only leaned forward, letting your ankle rest over it, kissing the inside of your calf just to make you flustered.
âpervâŚâ you muttered, smiling despite yourself.
âyour perv.â he corrected, lips brushing your skin. âand iâm keeping it unless you stop me.â
he tossed the stocking somewhere behind him without even looking, then crawled back up your body, mouth finding yours again â deeper this time, needier, his hands already sliding under the hem of his hoodie on your shoulders.
âgod,â he murmured between kisses âi canât believe i get to come home to this.â
âyou better believe it and do something about it, huh?â the second the words left your mouth, you regretted them â not because you didnât mean them, but because of the way suho froze⌠then smirked. a low, dangerous, playful little smirk that always meant you were in trouble.
âoh? is that a challenge?â he murmured, voice dropping just enough to make your stomach twist.
before you could answer, he was already on you, gentle but fast, kissing down your throat with a heat that made your back arch off the bed. he pushed the hoodie off your shoulders like it offended him, tossing it aside without even looking.
âi wanna see all of you.â he said, almost to himself, thumb brushing your bottom lip before he went back to your neck, kissing, sucking, leaving warm, red marks blooming on your skin.
you gasped and grabbed at his shoulders, feeling his smile against your neck.
âsuhoââ
âmm?â he hummed, pretending to be innocent while deliberately slipping your bra strap off your shoulder, letting it hang crookedly âyou told me to âdo something,â remember?â
his fingers traced the edge of your lingerie, slow enough to tease, firm enough to make your breath catch. his eyes dragged down your body â one stocking still on, the other leg bare, your hair already messy, face flushed.
âgodâŚâ he exhaled, leaning back just enough to look you over, licking his lips unconsciously âyou get prettier every second i touch you. thatâs not fair.â
you swallowed, flustered âi-itâs not my faultââ
âno,â he cut in softly, leaning down again, lips brushing your collarbone âitâs definitely mine â and iâm not stopping until you look even messier for me.â
oh beomseok ŕťęą
you and beomseok spent the entire afternoon shopping â or more accurately, he spent the entire afternoon insisting you let him spoil you. you didnât plan to buy anything expensive, you even told him multiple times that you didnât need anything, but he was stubborn in that soft, insecure way of his.
âitâs okay.â he kept repeating as he guided you from shop to shop âi⌠like doing this for you.â
thatâs how you ended up with a pandora bracelet decorated with charms you secretly chose because they reminded you of beomseok, a new dress that made his ears turn pink when he first saw you wearing it in the fitting room, shoes that matched the dress perfectly, and several bags filled with little things he thought you might like.
beomseok carried every single one. even though he looked exhausted, he also looked⌠happy. like every bag in his hands was proof he was worthy of you. because somewhere in his mind â poisoned by years of bullying, abuse and loneliness â he still believed that buying pretty things was the only way to keep someone close.
you squeezed his arm, trying not to think about how much you adored him for reasons he never gave himself credit for.
but then⌠a mischievous idea hit you.
âi think thereâs one more shop i wanna visit.â you said lightly.
beomseok perked up immediately. âoh? which one? iâll take you.â
âvictoriaâs secretââ
you didnât even get to finish.
his entire face went red, ears to neck, like someone splashed hot water on him. he stiffened, eyes widening, completely short-circuiting.
you burst into laughter.
âdear, if youâd feel more comfortable, you can wait outside, okay?â you teased sweetly.
he nodded so fast it was almost comical, then shoved his card into your hand like he was defusing a bomb.
beomseok assumed youâd buy something practical. a new bra. maybe cute pajamas. something normal⌠something safe.
what he did not anticipate was walking out of the shower that night and seeing you sprawled on his bed like a fantasy he didnât think he was allowed to have.
tiny lace bra. matching panties. stockings with little bows.
you propped yourself up on your elbows, smiling âi wanted to thank my man for treating me so well today,â you giggled, giving your chest the tiniest playful shake âconsider this⌠a little surprise.â
beomseok stopped breathing.
literally stopped.
âweâre like an old rich couple, donât you think?â you continued teasing, biting your lip âmy rich husband spoils me all day⌠and then i spoil him all night.â
the poor boy malfunctioned.
his face turned crimson instantly, eyes darting everywhere because he didnât know where to look â at your legs? your chest? your smile?? it was too much. all of it was too much.
his hands hovered awkwardly at his sides, like he didnât know what to do with them. he swallowed hard, shoulders shaking slightly as he took a step closer.
until now, intimacy between you had always been soft, slow, with dimmed lights. he always undressed carefully, shyly, almost like he felt unworthy of being seen.
and now you were lying here under full lights, wearing lingerie bought with his (technically) money, waiting just for him.
it overwhelmed him.
but in the best way possible.
âi⌠youâŚâ he whispered, voice embarrassingly shaky âw-why are you⌠so⌠like this⌠for me?â
his heart was racing so hard you could see it in his chest. because no matter how much he loved you â he never quite believed he deserved you like this.
âbeomseok, why are you asking something so silly?â you softened instantly, the teasing melting into something warm and gentle. âbecause i love you.â
his breath stuttered.
you always said it like it was the easiest truth in the world â and somehow that made it even harder for him to process.
âand ifâŚâ you leaned back on your palms, lashes fluttering in slow, deliberate temptation âyouâre in the mood, i suppose you wonât let an almost naked girl wait here alone in your bed⌠right?â
your voice dipped just enough to make his face burn brighter.
he swallowed, took a deep breath like he needed to brace himself, and walked over. every step was hesitant but wanting â like he couldnât believe he was allowed to approach you.
he sat on the edge of the mattress, hands clasped uselessly between his knees, shoulders stiff. he didnât know where to look. he didnât know where to put his hands. he didnât know how to even exist in this exact moment without combusting.
you were just so⌠woah.
almost unreal.
almost too beautiful for his eyes, too confident for his shaky heart.
before you, he only saw people like you â girls this enchanting, this boldly pretty â on magazine covers he hid under his mattress, or posters in stores he passed by too quickly.
but now you were real. and sitting in his bed. and wearing lingerie that he technically bought for you.
and you were looking at him like you were the lucky one in this room and not the other way around.
âi⌠i donâtâŚâ he whispered, voice breaking embarrassingly as he stared at his trembling hands âi donât want to⌠mess this up.â
you blinked, your smile softening immediately as you scooted closer until your knee brushed his.
âhey,â you whispered, placing your hand gently on top of his â slow enough for him to pull away if he needed. he didnât. âyouâre not messing anything up. weâre just⌠here. together. and i want you.â
his breath hitched at that.
finally, he dared to lift his gaze â shy, overwhelmed, and shining with something warm and terrified.
you squeezed his hand.
âbeomseok,â you murmured, leaning your forehead against his âyou donât have to know what to do. you just have to be with me.â
his shoulders relaxed a fraction.
and then he whispered, so quietly it was almost a confession to the space between you two âokay⌠then can you⌠show me? just a little?â
âof course.â you breathed, brushing your fingers along his jaw âiâll go slow.â
beomseok tensed at the first touch â not in fear, but because it sent a shiver through him so intense he didnât know what to do with it. he wasnât used to gentle affection. not like this. not directed at him.
you cupped his cheek, turning his hesitant gaze towards you.
âlook at me.â you whispered softly.
he did. and the second he met your eyes, his shoulders relaxed like your calmness grounded him.
you leaned in, pressing a slow, deep kiss to his lips. not rushed. not teasing. just warm and guiding.
his breath hitched, and after a moment, he kissed you back, clumsy at first, but eager, like he was memorizing every movement you made.
you pulled back just enough to whisper against his mouth âsee? nothing to be nervous about.â
beomseok stared at you, cheeks burning, chest rising and falling fast.
âiâm⌠iâm not nervous.â he lied instantly.
you grinned âsure.â
he opened his mouth to argue, but the moment your hands slid down his shoulders, gently feeling the muscles tense beneath his shirt, his words dissolved into nothing.
you leaned closer, resting a hand on his chest, right over his racing heartbeat.
âyouâre shakingâŚâ you murmured.
âiâm fine.â he croaked, even though his voice cracked in the middle.
you giggled softly and let your fingers trail down to your own thigh, adjusting one of the lacy garters slowly, deliberately. you didnât even have to look at him to know he was staring.
his breath faltered.
hard.
âyou⌠you lookâŚâ he swallowed, eyes darting away then back like he couldnât help it ââŚyou look like someone iâm not supposed to even touch.â
your heart squeezed.
you moved closer, guiding his hand gently, placing it on your thigh, over the soft edge of the stocking.
his breath stopped completely. again.
âyou can touch me, beomseok,â you whispered âi want you to.â
his fingers curled instinctively, squeezing lightly, and the moment he did, he panicked âsorryâ! was that tooââ
âit was perfect.â you murmured, leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth âyouâre perfect.â
that word hit him harder than anything else.
his whole expression softened, like he didnât know what to do with the warmth blooming in his chest.
slowly he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to his warm body. the move was was shy, almost uncertain, but it was him, taking initiative for once.
he held you tight â not desperate â but just like a boy who finally felt wanted.
you felt him relax against you, his forehead resting on your shoulder, arms still resting on your waist, while you played gently with his hair, wanting him to relax more. he still felt nervous, but then something inside him shifted.
maybe it was the how your âbecause i love youâ kept playing in his head, or the soft way your fingers combed through his hair patientlyâŚ
whatever it was, beomseok suddenly inhaled sharply, like something inside him clicked.
he lifted his head.
his eyes werenât wandering anymore â they were locked straight on yours.
focused.
intent.
wanting.
he leaned in and kissed you.
not the shy, soft kiss from before â but a real one. deep. full. hungry in a way he had clearly been holding back for a long time.
his hand came up to the back of your thigh, fingers trembling but firm, pulling you tighter against him like he finally stopped being scared of wanting you.
you let out a little sound into his mouth, something between a gasp and a whimper. he froze for half a second, startled by his own boldness.
then he kissed you again. harder.
like he couldnât help himself anymore.
when he finally pulled back, both of you were breathless.
his lips were slightly swollen, his cheeks flushed, his chest rising and falling quickly.
he swallowed, thumb brushing your lower lip âsorryâŚâ he whispered âi donât know whatâs gotten into me.â
you smiled, dizzy, warm, and absolutely gone for him.
âdonât be sorry,â you murmured, leaning forward so your nose brushed his âi liked it.â
then, quietly, but with that same beginning confidence he responded âgood⌠because i think i want to kiss you like that again.â
one of his hands slid up your back, steady for once. the other stayed on your thigh, thumb stroking the garter strap.
you felt his voice more than heard it as he whispered against your mouth âjust⌠tell me if i ever go too far.â
you cupped his face gently âyou wonât.â
he exhaled shakily â relieved, thrilled â and kissed you again, softer this time but no less desperate.
for the first time tonight, beomseok wasnât just overwhelmed.
he was wanting.
and he wasnât afraid to show it.
your breathing was still uneven from the kiss when beomseok gently but firmly guided you backwards all of s sudden.
one careful push to your shoulder, and you were lying down on his bed, your hair fanned out around you like something out of a dream.
he hovered above you for a second, almost stunned by the sight â like his brain needed time to register that this was real. that you were real.
then he kissed your neck.
slowly at first, almost testing the waters.
soft lips brushing your skin, then a little braver⌠warmer⌠more lingering.
you let out a breathy sound that made his entire body tense and his pants uncomfortably tight. and then something snapped in him again.
with a sudden surge of confidence he didnât know he had, beomseok grabbed both your wrists and pinned them gently above your head.
not rough.
not forceful.
just firm enough to make your heart skip.
âis this⌠okay?â he whispered against your collarbone.
ây-yeahâŚâ you breathed, already melting.
that tiny bit of permission made him bold again. he kissed down your neck, then your shoulder, then the soft line of your collarbone. each kiss a little deeper, a little hungrier, but still so careful like he was afraid you might break.
he let go of your wrists only so he could slide lower.
his hands traced along your waist, your hips, the lace of your lingerie, and you instinctively shifted, one leg falling open.
he froze.
then very slowly, he guided your thigh upwards⌠placing it over his shoulder.
the position made your breath hitch.
and beomseok⌠beomseok looked like his soul left his body for a moment.
his hands rested on your thighs now, thumbs brushing the bow on your garter. he swallowed hard, eyes lifting to meet yours.
half-lidded.
dark.
in awe.
the lace brushed against his shoulder, and you watched the realization hit him â that you were dressed like this for him, that your legs were literally wrapped around him.
his voice came out rough, barely a whisper âyouâre⌠so beautiful.â
you felt your heart twist at the sincerity in his tone.
he lowered his head again, leaving slow, trembling kisses up the inside of your thigh, enjoying how you squirmed lightly under his touch.
he paused, his forehead resting gently against your skin, breathing you in.
then he looked up at you again, from between your legs, eyes warm and flustered.
âi⌠i donât know how i got lucky enough for this,â he murmured, fingers tightening on your thighs âbut iâm not letting go.â
you reached down, touching his cheek softly.
âyou donât have to.â you whispered.
and when he smiled, still overwhelmed and shy, but finally confident in his desire, you realized youâd never seen anything more beautiful either.
park humin (baku) ŕťęą
you were sitting on bakuâs bed, covered in a blanket, looking all innocent, even though you were anything but that at the moment â a wicked plan forming in your mind. you scrolled on your phone, waiting for baku to notice, while he paced around the room in complete chaos.
âiâm late for practice, gotak is gonna kill me!!!â he yelled as he packed his bag, shoving his shoes in messily, tossing in a half-empty water bottle, and now frantically searching for his lucky jersey.
ây/n, have you seen it anywhere??â he looked at you with the saddest puppy eyes, and thatâs when you decided to reveal it â you slowly pulled the blanket off, showing that youâd been wearing it the whole time.
that alone did something to bakuâs heart. he always blushed seeing you in his clothes, but in his jersey, with his number and name on it⌠you were beyond sexy.
âbabe, youâre the most pretty, beautiful, hot, gorgeous, gorgeous girl to ever walk the planet earth, but if you love me you want me alive, i suppose, and if i donât get to practice in 10 minutes gotak is gonna kick my ass soââ he rambled as he walked over to you to take off the jersey.
but the moment you lifted your arms and let him pull it off, his heart stopped.
underneath â a red lingerie set, a tiny bow in the center of your lacy bra.
he stared at you for a few long seconds, his face turning the exact color of your bra. then he finally muttered âokay, this is worth dying for.â and laughed before immediately plopping himself onto you.
you giggled as his hands started exploring the material hugging your body so perfectly, his lips trailing messy kisses along your neck.
âbakuâ youâre really not going?â you giggled as he continued kissing you like heâd been deprived of oxygen for weeks.
âpractice? what practice?â he muttered against your collarbone, voice muffled as his hands slid over your waist, fingers tracing the edges of the lace like he was trying to memorize it ânever heard of it. doesnât exist. coach can bench me forever.â
you laughed and tugged lightly on his hair â and he whimpered.
that was new.
baku froze for a second, eyes going wide, before he leaned back just enough to look at you properly.
and god, the way he looked at you⌠like he wasnât sure if he wanted to worship you or combust on the spot.
his gaze traveled down your body slowly, lingering on every bit of red lace, the bow, the straps, all of it hugging you perfectly. his cheeks burned hotter the longer he stared.
âyouâre⌠unreal.â he whispered, voice dropping an octave without him meaning to âi meanâ you always are, but this? this is like, illegal levels of hot.â
before you could tease him, he grabbed your waist with both hands and pushed you back into the pillows, climbing over you with that cocky grin he only got when he was really flustered.
âyou seriously wore this under my jersey?â his thumb brushed the bow between your breasts, barely touching you but making your breath catch âyou trying to kill me, orâŚ?â
âmaybe i just wanted to delay you a little.â you smirked.
baku laughed breathlessly, leaning down until his lips were at your ear âcongrats,â he whispered âmission accomplished.â
his hands slid under your thighs, pulling you closer in one smooth motion â way more confident now, like the initial shock melted away and left him buzzing with adrenaline instead.
he kissed you again, messier this time, all heat and urgency, like the world outside his bedroom no longer existed. his lips moved down your jaw, your throat, your chest â he couldnât stay still for a second, too overwhelmed, too electrified by the sight of you in red.
âgod, i canâtââ he breathed against your skin, laughing at how hopelessly turned on he sounded âyou look so good i forgot how to breathe.â
you cupped his face gently, pulling him up to meet your gaze.
âbaku,â you teased softly âgotak is seriously going to murder you.â
he smirked, leaning down until his forehead touched yours.
âthen iâll die happy.â he whispered, kissing you again â slower this time, deeper, like he wanted to savor every tiny bit of you.
go hyuntak (gotak) ŕťęą
hyuntak always knew exactly how to make you flustered. he knew your sensitive spots, the pet names that made you blush, how to push you just enough so that youâd gasp or squeak, and then, after you were sure your heart might explode, heâd flick your forehead and grin, saying a simple âyouâre cute.â
so, you decided it was time to give him a taste of his own medicine.
youâd secretly ordered a matching lingerie set in royal blue, his favorite color, with delicate white bows scattered across it.
your plan was simple: invite hyuntak over to play videogames, then make him completely lose his composure for once after seeing you like this.
when he arrived you were wearing an oversized hoodie, keeping the erotic display hidden⌠for now.
for the first twenty minutes, everything seemed normal, until hyuntak noticed there was something odd about you.
âhey, youâre distracted today. you keep losing!â hyuntak said, frowning at the screen. usually, losing meant a fit from you, so this calm threw him off.
âi⌠i guess i have something else on my mind.â you admitted, your voice low.
âoh yeah? and whatâs that?â he asked, finally glancing at you.
âthis hoodie⌠itâs just so uncomfortable.â you said, carefully avoiding his eyes.
he laughed, reaching for the zipper of your hoodie right away âthatâs it? then take it off, itâs nothingââ
however, the moment the hoodie slipped from your shoulders and revealed the lingerie beneath, hyuntak froze. his jaw dropped and his eyes widened like he couldnât believe what he was seeing.
ââŚwow.â he breathed, voice low and almost unsteady, still staring.
for the first time, the usually confident, teasing hyuntak looked completely flustered, like heâd walked into a dream he wasnât sure he deserved.
he couldnât move. for a few seconds, he just stared, chest rising faster than usual, like he was trying to process what he was seeing.
every instinct in him was screaming to touch you, to pull you closerâ but at the same time, a little hesitation crept in. his hands, calloused and rough from fights and endless hours on the basketball court, felt almost alien like compared to how soft and delicate your body looked right now, wrapped up in that lingerie like a precious gift.
ây/nâŚâ he murmured, voice low, almost shaky âyou⌠you look insane.â
he reached out tentatively, brushing a fingertip over the lacy material near your breasts. the contrast made him flinch in surprise â so soft, so warm, it was almost too much.
âhyuntakâŚ?â you whispered, tilting your head, letting him see that you werenât pulling away.
that gave him the courage to move closer, slowly, as if approaching something fragile he didnât want to break. his hands traced the curve of your waist, then slid a little lower, skimming over the bows on your lingerie.
âgod⌠youâre⌠like⌠perfect.â he breathed, eyes half-lidded, voice rougher than usual. his usual teasing confidence had completely dissolved, replaced by a raw need to be close to you.
he paused for a moment, just taking you in, pressing you gently against him, feeling the softness beneath his rough palms.
âi⌠canât believe this is real.â he murmured, and for once, there was no joking in his tone. just awe, and that unstoppable, almost desperate need to be near you.
he leaned down slowly, just enough that his forehead brushed against yours, hands still exploring lightly along your waist and hips. you, feeling bold, tilted your head and pressed soft kisses along his neck, humming lightly against his skin.
âhey, hey⌠whatâs gotten into you? the lingerie, now this?â he murmured, his voice low, teasingly rough, one hand sliding to cup your jaw while the other kept you close by your waist.
âi⌠i wanted to fluster you.â you admitted, voice small and a little breathless.
he chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that made your heart beat faster, and leaned just a little closer, eyes half-lidded, smirk tugging at his lips âoh really?â he whispered, letting his nose brush yours lightly.
you nodded, blushing furiously, biting your lip âdid it⌠did it work?â you asked, meeting his gaze.
hyuntak could swear he physically felt his heart hammering in his chest, his cock getting uncomfortably hard in his pants.
âyou bet.â he breathed, and before you could react, he leaned down, lips capturing yours in a slow, deep kiss, pressing his full weight against you and gently forcing you back onto the bed, hands still firmly holding your waist and jaw as he claimed the moment entirely.
seo juntae ŕťęą
you were hanging out at juntaeâs place after school, however he was extra tired today â probably because hyoman had been annoying him nonstop lately. the moment his back hit the blanket, he was out.
you couldnât help but smile at your sweet, exhausted boy before quietly opening his laptop to put on the show you two had been watching last time.
but as you scrolled through his tabs, something⌠unexpected caught your eye.
a crunchyroll window.
rascal does not dream of bunny girl senpai.
you clicked â and there she was on the screen â anime girl with long bunny ears, strapless black bodysuit, tights, a little fluffy tail.
your cheeks burned immediately.
juntae? into something like this?
the thought alone made you grin. and just like that, an idea started forming in your head.
a few days later, you texted him saying you werenât feeling well and asked if he could come over. sweet as always, he rushed to you with a plastic bag stuffed with instant soups and way too many tea flavors.
but when he arrived, your front door was already a little open.
he froze.
ây/n?â he whispered, stepping inside cautiously.
then his phone buzzed.
come to my room please.
he swallowed hard, nodded to himself like it was some mission, and walked down the hall.
the moment he opened your bedroom door, he stopped dead in his tracks.
his entire face flushed immediately.
because there you were.
sitting on the edge of your bed in a full bunny girl outfit â ears, black bodysuit, sheer tights, even a little fluffy tail.
âh-hiâŚâ you smiled, suddenly shy.
juntae made a sound that was somewhere between a squeak and a gasp, gripping the doorknob so hard his knuckles went white.
âyây/nâŚ? w-why⌠whatââ he stuttered, eyes darting everywhere except at you because whenever they did he turned even redder âwhy are you⌠dressed like that?â
you tilted your head, letting the bunny ears flop a little.
âwell⌠you seemed to like this show a lot,â you teased softly, patting the spot on your bed beside you âso i thought maybe my boyfriend would like this too.â
juntae finally met your eyes, completely flustered, voice cracking âiâ i meanâ i doâ i reallyââ
he shut the door behind him with his foot, still pink from his ears to his neck.
then, stiff and awkward, he padded closer until he stood right in front of you, eyes glued to the floor because looking directly at you was clearly too much stimulation for one man.
âcan i⌠i meanâ c-can i take a picture?â he mumbled, clutching his phone with both hands like it might fly away âonly if youâre okay with it! i justâ i⌠i wanna rememberâ i mean!! itâs justâ you lookââ he broke off, flustered mess.
you couldnât help but giggle, leaning back on your hands in a way that made his breath hitch âa picture, hm? and what would you need that for, juntae?â
his eyes darted up to yours for a split second before he panicked and looked away again, ears burning âi-i donât know! i just⌠youâre soâ iâve neverâ i didnât think youâd ever⌠wear something like this. for me.â
you softened, reaching out to tug him a little closer by his sleeve. he followed instantly, stepping between your knees like he was under a spell.
âif you ever wanna see me like this again,â you whispered teasingly âall you have to do is ask. iâd dress up for you whenever you want.â
his breath punched out of him.
âiââ he blinked rapidly, like he might actually combust âyou⌠you would?â
âof courseâ you smiled, brushing your thumb over the back of his hand âyou think i didnât notice that you logged that anime in your crunchyroll account as the most rewatched one?â
âoh my godââ juntae covered his face with both hands, mortified âi wasnâtâ i didnâtâ itâs notââ
you gently lowered his hands and cupped his cheeks, forcing him to finally look at you.
âhey,â you whispered âi did this because i wanted to. because it clearly makes you happy.â
juntaeâs eyes softened, shy and adoring all at once. he leaned in just enough that his forehead touched yours.
âyouâre⌠literally my dream right now.â he breathed out, trembling a little âlikeâ actually. i⌠i didnât think iâd ever get to see this for real.â
âwell,â you smiled, tugging lightly at his shirt to pull him closer âbelieve it.â
he let out a tiny, helpless laugh â overwhelmed, red, and utterly whipped â before finally snapping a single picture with shaky hands, looking at you like you hung the moon.
geum seongje ŕťęą
seongje came home late again â not unusual, but what was unusual, was the fact, that tonight the apartment felt very quiet. he kicked the door shut behind him and ran a hand through his hair âhey, babe?â he called out.
no answer.
his eyes narrowed ââŚweird.â
he wandered through the apartment, shoulders loose but eyes sharp, like he half-expected something to jump him. when he reached the kitchen, he stopped dead.
a note.
wear this and find me in the bedroom ;)
next to it â a headband with red horns.
he huffed a laugh, shaking his head âjust what are you planning, y/n?â
he picked up the horns, twirling them around his finger like he was considering whether to simply play along with whatever that you had planned for him or let you earn it on his own terms⌠for now he kept the headband in his hands.
he pushed open the bedroom door. darkness swallowed him.
âokay, babe just what are you up toââ
the light clicked on.
he froze.
you sat pretty in the middle of the bed â soft white lingerie, lace corset hugging your every curve, delicate angel wings behind you, a tiny halo glowing above your head. sweet. innocent. heavenly.
and absolutely designed to make him lose his mind.
âta-dah!â you giggled, leaning forward so the corset pushed your cleavage up just a little more âlike what you see?â
his smirk was instant, slow and predatory.
âoh, angelâŚâ he stepped closer, voice dropping into that low, dangerous purr âyou have no idea how much.â
he shrugged off his windbreaker in one motion, ready to pounce on you, until your palm met his chest, stopping him before he even managed to get on the bed.
âuh-uhâ you tapped the red horns still in his hand âiâm not interested in mortals tonight. only demons.â
he stared at you for a long second, something wicked sparking in his eyes.
then he laughed â quiet, dark, amused. the kind of laugh that meant trouble.
âso thatâs the game, huh?â
he slid the horns onto his head, pushing his hair back.
âfine. but donât say i didnât warn you.â
he leaned in close enough that his breath warmed your cheek âyou want a demon? i can play a demon.â
his fingers hooked gently under your chin, tilting your face up âjust make sure you donât regret inviting one into your bed.â
you swallowed, cheeks burning âi wonât.â
the moment the words left your mouth, his smile shifted â less playful, more hungry.
âgood.â he murmured âthen letâs play.â
you barely had half a second to breathe before seongje grabbed your waist and pulled you into his chest with a rough, excited grin.
âyou look way too innocent to be saying things like that, you know?â he muttered, eyes dragging over you like he didnât know where to stare first âmakes me wanna ruin the aesthetic a little.â
he leaned down, lips brushing your neck with passionate kisses, that quickly enough turned into teasing bites that made your breath catch.
he was still standing by the edge of the bed while you were kneeling in front of him, looking up at him with glossy eyes, your halo a little crooked to the side from how heâs handling you, and your gentle hands grabbing onto his shirt for balance. all of that was a sight that made him tight in his pants.
your breath hitched âs-seongjeââ
âyeah?â he teased, leaning down so your noses almost touched âyou nervous already? i have barely touched you yet. did the angel already get wet from tasting just a little bit of danger?.â
you pushed at his shoulder lightly, flustered âshut upâŚâ
he laughed â that low chaotic laugh that always meant he was enjoying himself way too much. seongje flopped himself onto the bed finally, quickly guiding you to sit right on top of him. your wings bounced awkwardly behind you and you scrambled to fix them.
âdonât touch those,â he said immediately, grabbing your wrist mid-movement âtheyâre cute. i like them.â
you blinked, blushing âyou⌠like the wings?â
âthey make you look fragile.â he shrugged, eyes glinting âand thatâs fun.â
you rolled your eyes at him âyouâre impossible.â
âyeah and you dressed up like a fantasy iâm pretty sure iâve had since⌠forever on a random tuesday,â he countered, tugging at the ribbon of your corset with a wicked grin âso i think weâre even.â
you rolled your eyes and instead of talking back to him, you leaned in, pressing your mouth to his â and, just like always, the kiss turned messy in seconds. seongje never kissed you gently â he kissed like he fought. his tongue immediately pushed past your lips, claiming every bit of space he could, your teeth knocking lightly together as he deepened it without a hint of hesitation.
one of his hands slid to your waist, fingers digging in just enough to remind you how much stronger he was, while the other wandered upward, cupping your breast. you let out a soft moan against his mouth, instinctively pressing your body closer, chasing his heat.
âfor an angel, youâre pretty damn sinful.â he murmured against your lips, his breath hot, his smirk brushing your skin. âtell me, angel⌠were you always like this, or was it me who corrupted you like this?â
he pulled back just enough to look at you again â really look â eyes roaming over the halo, the wings, the delicate white fabric hugging your curves, your flushed face and eyes full of love, just once again reminding him how lucky he was, that someone like you would ever give yourself to a wicked man like him. he looked almost stunned for a second, like he didnât know whether to worship you or drag you straight into hell with him.
âhow are you realâŚâ he muttered, mostly to himself, tongue grazing the corner of his mouth as if tasting the kiss youâd just shared âlooking all divine and innocent, but somehow managing to be the hottest thing iâve ever seen.â
his fingers tightened at your waist, possessive in that reckless, seongje way.
his then eyes flicked up to the red devil horns sitting crooked on his head and his grin sharpened instantly â dangerous, slow, like heâd just remembered he held all the power in this little game.
âright⌠iâm the demon tonight,â he said, voice dropping into something low âmeans i get to be a lot meaner than usual, doesnât it?â
and just like that he pulled you into another kiss, his hands wandering all over your body, squeezing and lingering in places he knew were sensitive, just to get a reaction out of you.
you were in for a long rideâŚ
na baekjin ŕťęą
baekjin was sitting in his dim office at the bowling alley, finishing some homework, when suddenly your contact name lit up his phone screen.
you didnât text him often. heâd told you to only message when you really needed something â he wasnât the type to talk mindlessly on the phone for hours. so the moment he saw your name, he immediately sat up straighter.
can you come home soon? i need you.
that was all the message said. and of course, worry hit him instantly. with the life he lived, he could never be too careful, especially when it came to you.
he packed his things, locked the office, and went home without wasting a single second.
ây/n?â he called out as he stepped inside, the entire apartment swallowed in darkness. he didnât like this. not at all.
he went straight to the bedroom.
and there â soft candlelight, flower petals scattered across the bed, and most importantly you sitting at the edge of it in a black lacy corset that pushed your breasts up exactly the way he liked, a silk robe draped over your shoulders that did absolutely nothing to hide the sinful sight you were presenting him.
he swallowed hard, losing his composure for a moment âyou⌠you texted me that you needed me. what is all this about?â
you stepped towards him with that teasing glint he knew too well, fingers already reaching for his tie âi didnât lie, baekjin. canât you see how needy i am?â you murmured as you undid the knot slowly âitâs late⌠you should relax.â your lips pressed to his neck.
hesitation melted the moment he felt you. his hands slid to your hips, then lower, warm palms brushing over your bare thighs.
âwhatâs even the point of dressing up like this if iâm just gonna tear it off you?â he growled when your teeth grazed a sensitive spot on his neck. his fingers tightened around your soft flesh.
âbecause i want to look pretty for you. donât you like what you see?â you whispered, pulling back to meet his eyes. âbesides⌠i donât mind if you undress me. this corsetâs pretty tight.â
with that, you let the silk robe fall from your shoulders, pooling soundlessly on the floor. then you turned around, presenting him your back â the delicate lace ties winding down your spine â waiting for his hands to finally touch you.
baekjinâs breath hitched the moment the robe slipped off your shoulders. for a second, he just stood there â jaw clenched, eyes darkening, every rational thought evaporating as he took in the way the corset hugged your waist. you felt his stare burning down your spine before he even touched you.
then, finally, his hand slid up your back⌠slow, deliberate, like he was memorizing every inch of you before he even loosened a single ribbon.
âyou did all thisâŚâ he murmured, voice low and dangerous as he leaned in, his lips brushing your ear ââŚjust to get a rise out of me?â
you could feel his smirk without even seeing it.
his fingers tugged on the first ribbon â not enough to loosen it, just enough to make your breath catch. he enjoyed that, the power, the control, the way your body reacted before he even told you to.
âyou really think iâm letting you play with me like this?â he asked, finally pulling the ribbons loose one by one, painfully slow.
your knees nearly buckled as the corset loosened around your waist.
he chuckled under his breath âcareful. you canât fall yet.â
when the last ribbon came undone and the corset fell down to your feet, leaving you bare in front of him, he grabbed your wrist and turned you around, pulling you flush against his chest. his eyes were half-lidded now, gleaming with something possessive and hungry.
âyou looked pretty,â he said, thumb dragging slowly over your lip âbut i like this even more. when youâre coming undone just because i touched you.â
you swallowed hard, and he smirked again, because he knew exactly what he was doing to you.
âget on the bed.â he ordered, voice dropping even lower, his hand squeezing your jaw just enough to make your breath hitch. âyou wanted me, didnât you? then act like it.â
and as you backed up towards the bed, he followed you with slow, confident steps, like a man who finally had what he wanted in front of him, and wasnât planning on letting you go for the rest of the night.
fin.
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but i really really liked the freaky jake x innocent reader, then roles reversed smau, and was thinking what about freaky jake x freaky reader where they're both constantly dirty talking and flirting and teasing each other and riling each other up but "it's all jokes" so they never really do anything about the insane sexual tension... until they do đ
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I MEANT IT.
now they both know what they want.
freaky jake x freaky reader. roommates. flirty and insanely mdni suggestive. playing around at first. yeah i had to get this out b4 i sleep so goondnight! first part! second!
âË⥠synopsis: jake didnât want a roommate, and you werenât exactly thrilled either. it was supposed to be temporary, simple, nothing personal. except living together made everything personal. every glance, every fight, every late night that ended closer than it should have. thereâs no neat label for what happens between you two, no clean line where it starts or ends. itâs messy, itâs reckless, itâs addictive. and once it begins, neither of you really want it to stop.
â pairing: roommate!jake x fem!reader ⌠ďšcollege au, smut (mdni!!), roommate to lovers, slowburn #playlist â stockholm syndrome - one direction | love like this - zayn | i donât do drugs ft. ariana grande - doja cat | just my type - the vamps | 34+35 - ariana grande // word count: 30k
!! warnings: smut!! minors dni. oral sex (m receiving), unprotected sex (donât do it!!), public teasing, dirty talk, praise and degradation, softdom!jake, bratty!reader, spanking, weed consumption, jealousy, roommates with benefits but not really
jake never really did the whole quiet college life thing. he wasnât failing classes or anything (he actually pulled decent grades when he cared enough to try) but most of his energy went into parties, half-serious hookups, and making sure he was never tied down to anything for too long. his apartment was a revolving door of friends, girls, and takeout containers, and he liked it that way. no one stayed long enough to know his laundry schedule or notice he slept with the tv on. it was easy, low maintenance, exactly how he wanted it. at least until the housing office screwed him over and dropped you into his space.
the week before had been pretty standard for jake, which meant a lot of nothing. monday night he was at heeseungâs place, half watching a game and half playing fifa with sunghoon until three in the morning. tuesday was drinks with sunoo and niki at that bar near campus. wednesday he skipped his morning lecture, slept until noon, and then spent the rest of the day hanging around jungwonâs dorm because jay had ordered pizza and jake didnât feel like cooking. thursday was another party (he couldnât even remember whose) and friday he woke up with a headache and a random girlâs hoodie on his couch.
it was the kind of week heâd been having for most of his college life, just bouncing between his friendsâ places and his own small one-bedroom apartment. the lease was almost up, and heâd already decided he wanted to move. not because he hated it, it was fine, but the walls were thin, the neighbors complained too much, and he wanted more space. heâd been looking for a bigger place, just for himself, no roommates, no shared fridge, no awkward small talk.
the plan was simple: find a one-bedroom close to campus, maybe a little more expensive, but worth it for the peace. but then the housing office screwed something up. the unit heâd signed for got pulled last minute because of some âmaintenance issue,â and by the time they told him, everything else on his list was already taken. they offered him a spot in a two-bedroom to âhold him over until something opens up,â and he took it, assuming theyâd find some random guy to fill the other room eventually.
they didnât. instead, they gave the second key to you.
âa girl?â heeseung asked, glancing over like he wanted to make sure he heard it right.
âyep,â jake said, âand before you ask, no, i donât know anything about her. couldâve been some random dude from campus, but no, they put me with a girl.â
âitâs not the end of the world, you know.â
âyeah, except it kind of is,â jake said. âwhat if sheâs, like, one of those people who tells you to keep it down because sheâs got an 8am? i donât need that kind of energy in my space. my place is supposed to be⌠my place.â
âyour mojo dojo casa house?â jake shot him a look while heeseung giggled. âlook, maybe itâs good for you,â he continued. âmaybe youâll stop bringing home random girls every other night.â
jake smirked. âor maybe iâll just have to get better at sneaking them in.â
heeseung shook his head. âdo you even know her name?â
âuh⌠i think itâs y/n? never seen her around campus. at least, not that i remember.â
âyou could ask jungwon,â heeseung said. âhe knows everyone.â
âyeah,â jake muttered, already half-distracted. âguess iâll text him later. just⌠hope sheâs not an asshole.â
heeseung gave him a look. âpretty sure sheâs hoping the same thing about you. and she is probably right.â
so the rest of that week, jake was milking every last second of living alone. he left dishes in the sink without guilt, blasted music at 2 a.m. and walked around in just a towel after showers. it was good, chaotic and messy, but his kind of good. in a few days, thereâd be another person in his space, and even though he wouldnât admit it out loud, he wasnât sure how much of himself heâd have to hide.
by wednesday, he had a lecture he couldnât skip. attendance was part of the grade, and heâd already missed two. the class was one of those electives that pretended to be chill but always devolved into debates that dragged on way too long. he was used to zoning out, tossing in a comment or two just to keep his participation points. that day, though, the professor brought up some case study about media ethics, and jake, half out of boredom, half for fun, threw in a take that was just controversial enough to get people talking. what he didnât expect was someone immediately firing back.
âthatâs a terrible point,â a voice cut through from somewhere to his left, sharp enough to pull his attention off the professor.
jake turned his head, eyebrows lifting. you were a few rows over, leaning back in your chair, arms crossed like youâd been waiting for him to slip up just so you could pounce. you didnât look nervous, or even slightly unsure, more like you were daring him to keep going.
âno, itâs not,â jake said easily, because there was no way he was letting some random girl dismantle him in front of the whole class.
âit is,â you said, tone flat, almost bored. âyouâre just defending it because you think sounding confident is the same thing as being right.â
he scoffed, leaning forward in his seat. âand youâre disagreeing because you think being loud makes you smarter.â
for half a second, your mouth twitched, like you were fighting the urge to smile, but instead you sat up straighter, eyes locking on him as you launched into a rapid fire breakdown of why his take didnât hold up. it wasnât just a counterpoint; it was methodical, and you didnât give him a second to slip in until you were done. he waited for the last word to leave your mouth before firing back, picking apart your logic, throwing in examples just to push your buttons. you didnât flinch. if anything, you seemed more energized by the challenge, cutting him off mid-sentence, shaking your head with this smug little tilt that made his jaw tighten. within minutes, the rest of the class wasnât even pretending to follow along with the lecture â they were watching you and him volley arguments. the professor didnât step in right away, probably curious to see who would outlast the other. when he finally did, there was the faintest smile on his face. âalright, i think weâll stop here. thanks to jake and y/n, for the spirited contribution today.â
the name landed like a coin dropping in his head. y/n. so this was you. his new roommate. he sat back in his chair, eyes still on you as you looked away like nothing had happened, like you hadnât just gone toe-to-toe with him for fifteen straight minutes. for a moment, jake just sat there, letting it sink in. of all the people they couldâve stuck him with, it had to be you: sharp-tongued, unshakable, clearly not the type to let anything slide. he wasnât sure if he was annoyed or impressed. maybe both. heâd expected his new roommate to be some background character in his life â someone who paid their half of the rent and stayed out of his way. instead, heâd gotten someone who looked him dead in the eye and called him out without hesitation. and now he couldnât stop wondering if youâd be like that all the time, or if it was just a class thing.
later that day, he found jungwon in the campus cafĂŠ, earbuds in. âyo,â jake said, walking up. âyou know a girl named y/n?â
jungwon pulled out one earbud, narrowing his eyes like he was trying to place the name. âyeah, i know her. why?â
âsheâs my new roommate,â jake said. âmet her today in class. wellâ âmetâ is generous. more like she tried to shame me in front of thirty people.â
jungwonâs mouth curled into a small smile. âyeah, that sounds like her.â
âgreat,â jake muttered. âanything else i should know? is she, like⌠intense all the time?â
jungwon shrugged. âdepends. sheâs smart, doesnât take crap from anyone, so, if youâre expecting her to just let you do your thing without comment, good luck.â
jake sat on the chair beside him, letting that sink in. âawesome. love that for me.â
jungwon smirked. âmaybe you will.â
jake didnât know what jungwon meant by that, but he was annoyed anyway. he was already holding a grudge against you, and not just because youâd tried to embarrass him in class. it was the fact that you were about to invade his space. his space. his mojo dojo casa house. the one thing heâd been looking forward to keeping entirely his own. and he was almost sure you didnât even know he was your roommate yet. maybe theyâd just hand you a key and let you figure it out when you showed up at the door. honestly, part of him wanted to see your face when you realized you were going to be living with the guy youâd gone toe-to-toe with for fifteen minutes straight in class.
except he didnât get to see it. instead, later that night, his phone buzzed with a text from an unknown number:
[you]: hey! this is y/n. i got your number from the housing office
[you]: iâm gonna be your new roommate
he stared at the screen for a second, frowning. the message was friendly, almost too friendly. not at all what heâd expected from someone whoâd been ready to verbally fight him to death earlier that day. so he typed back:
[jake]: so iâm guessing you didnât realize iâm the same jake from that elective class
your reply came fast:
[you]: cool
[you]: so saturday work for you to move in?
that was it. no sarcasm, no smug comment, no acknowledgment beyond the bare minimum. like you couldnât care less. so jake typed back.Â
[jake]: yeah
[you]: i was thinking around 8 a.m.
jake blinked.
[jake]: 8 am? seriously?
[you]: yeah thatâs usually when people start moving otherwise it gets late and we wonât finish in time
he stared at your last message, already annoyed at how matter-of-fact it was. eight in the morning. on a saturday. clearly, you were going to be a problem. the way you just stated it, like there was no room for discussion, like you knew exactly what you were doing, it rubbed him the wrong way. he could already tell you thought you were smart and sharp, the type who always got the last word. still, he agreed to the time. whatever. it was just one early morning. heâd deal with it. except, on friday night, he found himself in a situation where dealing with it became unlikely.
niki texted first, asking if he wanted to go to a frat party at yeonjunâs. normally, jake couldâve said no, but if niki was going, sunghoon was going too. and if sunghoon was going, sunoo would end up there. if sunoo was going, jungwon would tag along. and if jungwon was going, jay wouldnât miss it. and once jay was in, heeseung was coming too, which meant heeseung was bringing weed. and if heeseung was bringing weed, jake had no choice. so, yeah, he was going.
the night was exactly what he expected, and every time he thought about leaving, someone shoved another drink in his hand, or heeseung started laughing at something and somehow convinced him to stay another hour. by the time he got home, it was late. way too late for someone whoâd promised to be functional by eight a.m. still, he felt pretty good about himself. heâd packed up most of his apartment earlier that week, stacked boxes into his car, even cleaned the kitchen. all that was left was to wake up on time, meet you, and help move. except he didnât wake up on time. in fact, he didnât wake up anywhere near eight.
he woke up atâ well, âwoke upâ is generous. it was noon. the sunâs already rude through the blinds and his phone batteryâs dying because he forgot to charge it. but when he grabbed his phone, the first thing he saw was the time, and then immediate, gut-level panic set in. he shot out of bed, tripping over the pile of clothes from last night, and threw on whatever was closest: sweats, shirt inside out, mismatched socks. somewhere between shoving his wallet into his pocket and finding his keys, he finally noticed the one missed call from you. and one single text.
[you]: where are you?
with no follow up, no all caps rage, no triple question marks. he had you pegged as the type to spam twenty messages and call until his phone caught fire, so the sheer chill of it threw him off. so he typed back, âsorry, woke up lateâ and all you did was leave it on read. weird. still, he loaded himself into his car, already stuffed with boxes, trash bags of clothes and drove to the new apartment.
when he got there, the front door was locked. which, okay, fair. except⌠he didnât have a key yet. and judging by the silence and total lack of life inside, you werenât home. he started texting, but nothing. sent a couple more, still nothing. called, rang out. now he was sitting in the driverâs seat, engine off, staring at his steering wheel like it was gonna give him the answers. that was it, he was homeless now. he was alone, in a parking lot, surrounded by his own boxed-up belongings, slowly spiraling because you were ghosting him before youâd even officially met.
after four hours of torture, of sending countless messages to different friends asking if they had a spare couch for him to crash on, you finally pulled into the parking lot. before you could even close the carâs door behind you, he was already out of his own car, walking fast toward you with this mix of relief and frustration written all over his face. âwhere the hell were you?â he asked, his voice somewhere between annoyed and breathless.
you just glanced at him, locking your car, throwing your bag over your shoulder, and said, âout.â no explanation, no detail, just a flat answer that somehow irritated him even more.
âout?â he repeated, following as you started toward the building. âiâve been sitting here for hours. i thought you were gonna be here when i got here.âÂ
you shrugged, not even slowing your pace, and said, âi finished my move this morning, then i went to do my stuff. what do you want me to do, sit around all day waiting for you?â
he blinked, because as much as that annoyed him, he couldnât exactly argue with the logic. âyou couldâve at least answered your phone,â he tried again, his tone still sharp but quieter now. âyou couldâve told me where you were.â you glanced at him like you couldnât believe he was making this a big deal.Â
âjake, you woke up late. thatâs not my problem. i texted you once, called you once, you didnât answer, so i went on with my day.âÂ
he ran a hand through his hair, exhaling slowly, feeling this weird mix of embarrassment and irritation because you were right, he knew you were right, you didnât owe him a play-by-play of your day, but still, heâd been stuck in the car for hours thinking youâd ghosted him or forgotten he was moving in. so you handed him the key without ceremony, and then you walked him through the apartment, pointing out the light switches and the laundry schedule for the building. it was clear youâd already settled in enough to claim your space, and when he asked about the rooms, you didnât even try to sugarcoat it â because he hadnât shown up on time, youâd gone ahead and picked yours, and obviously youâd taken the one with the ensuite. makes sense, heâd thought, even though in his head he was trying to figure out if there was a polite way to argue for it without sounding petty. there wasnât.Â
so he just nodded while you explained which cabinet in the hallway was his and which shelves in the fridge he could use, and he kept thinking about how heâd imagined this moment going differently, maybe a little more friendly, or a little less efficient. by the time you were done showing him around, he was still standing there with his bag in hand, realizing youâd already turned back to whatever you were doing before he got here, like the whole moving-in thing was just one more item on your to do list.
and it was weird, the first day. jake was still figuring out where to put his stuff, boxes half open in the living room, one duffel bag sitting on the couch. you were around, but not really. sometimes heâd hear you moving in the kitchen, sometimes a door closing. you kept yourself busy with other things, like tidying up shelves, rearranging stuff in the bathroom, but never really lingering around him. heâd try to make some small comment about anything or how heavy the box was, but youâd just hum or nod without looking up. not rude, just minimal.
around dinner time, he was sitting on the floor, pulling cables out of a box, when you passed by. he decided to try again. âso, uh... is it okay to smoke weed in here?â
you stopped mid-step. âwhat kind of weed?â
he blinked like he wasnât sure if that was a trick question. âwhat kind?â
âyeah. what do you smoke?â
âuh, just some pressed weed i get from a friend.â the friend in question was heeseung.
you looked at him like heâd just admitted he eats microwave fish every day. âno. get hash or something that doesnât stink up the whole place.â
he stared at you, half surprised you knew the difference, half offended you thought he could casually drop money on that. âyou think iâve got hash money?â
you didnât bother answering. just kept walking down the hall like the conversation was over. he let it go for a while, partly because he was too tired to argue, partly because you clearly werenât the type to back down on random rules like this. so later, after heâd unpacked most of his stuff and was starting to feel like maybe the apartment wasnât a total maze, he found you in the kitchen. you were leaning against the counter, scrolling on your phone, looking way too relaxed for someone whoâd just finished telling him his entire stash was trash. âso what if i wanna smoke?â he asked, like the thought had been simmering in the back of his head since youâd walked away.
you sighed. âfine.â you got your bag, pulled out a small pink hello kitty case, unzipped it, and handed him a vape pen. âhere. so you donât make the place smell like cheap weed.â
he took it carefully, holding it between his fingers like it might break. âyouâre just giving me this?â
âyeah. consider it a gift. welcome to the apartment.â you didnât wait for a reaction. you just turned and went straight to your room, shutting the door behind you. he stayed there for a while, standing in the middle of the kitchen with the pen in his hand, staring at it. he couldnât tell if you were insanely generous, weirdly controlling, or both. all he knew was that he suddenly had a vape pen and absolutely no idea who the hell his new roommate actually was.
and as the first week passed, jake still had no idea who the hell you were. and it passed with a lot of unpacking, awkward silences, and jake slowly realizing that living with you was going to be a whole different kind of challenge. he spent most of his mornings moving boxes, setting up shelves, and trying to figure out which things actually belonged in the apartment and which were just random trash heâd been holding onto too long. you kept mostly to yourself, your own rhythm never really syncing with his. sometimes heâd hear the shower running, the clink of dishes, the sound of you tidying up, but you didnât really say much. he tried to make conversation here and there, asking if you knew where the extra hangers were, joking about how one of the light bulbs kept flickering. but youâd just hum, nod, or give a short answer before disappearing back into your room. it frustrated him more than he expected, and yet he couldnât deny that there was something compelling about how unbothered and self-contained you were.
by the end of the week, heâd made more progress with his stuff than he thought he would, but he was still adjusting to the fact that you were this constant, quiet presence that refused to be read. he didnât know if it was intimidating or fascinating, or maybe both. whatever it was, it made him more aware of how he moved, how he spoke, and how quickly he could lose himself in trying to get your attention, even when you werenât giving him much to work with. he couldnât quite place it, but there was a pull there, subtle, like he was slowly cataloguing all the little details about you without meaning to.
âdidnât you say you didnât want a roommate whoâd constantly be in your business?â heeseung caught up with him on campus later that week, walking a few steps ahead before turning with a teasing grin.
jake shot him a look, half annoyed, half exasperated. âyeah, but dude, sheâs way too quiet. i canât tell if sheâs judging me or just ignoring me.â
heeseung shook his head, smiling. âso you wanted someone quiet and now youâre mad because she actually is?â
jake ran a hand over his face, exhaling slowly, knowing full well how ridiculous he sounded. he had spent days complaining about the idea of a roommate, imagining someone annoying, loud, constantly in his space, and now here he was, griping about someone who literally did what he asked: kept to herself, stayed out of his way, didnât force conversation or attention. and yet, it frustrated him more than he expected.Â
there was this weird tension in his chest, part irritation, part curiosity, part⌠something else he couldnât quite name. he hated admitting it, but he found himself noticing the smallest things about you, and it was confusing, because on one hand he wanted the space, the quiet, the low-maintenance roommate, and on the other hand, he couldnât stop thinking about the fact that you did not give a fuck. he was aware he was contradicting himself, and that made him feel unsettled. part of him wanted to shake himself out of it, to remind himself that he wasnât supposed to care this much, and part of him was quietly, stubbornly intrigued, wondering just how much of you he was going to notice before the week was over.
then, friday night, his phone buzzed. it was a message from minjeong, a girl he sometimes hooked up with, asking if she could come see the new apartment. he stared at the screen, a grin creeping onto his face. of course, no problem. before replying, he hesitated for a second, realizing he should probably check with you first, but the thought of minjeong seeing the place and giving him a little validation was too tempting. he typed a quick yes and hit send, already anticipating how you might react when he mentioned it. he wasnât sure if you would care or just shrug it off, and part of him was curious to see which way it would go. it was a small test, really, to see where you stood in his world now, after a week of careful observation, silent judgments, and that inexplicable pull he couldnât ignore.
so he walked out of his room ready to find you and give his very casual, very âoh by the wayâ announcement, only to be met with an empty apartment. no shoes by the door, no faint sound of your music bleeding through your bedroom walls. you hadnât mentioned going anywhere â not that you had to, you werenât friends â but still, it was weird. so jake pulled his phone out, thumb hovering for a second before typing:
[jake]: hey, just so u know, i invited someone overÂ
a beat later, your reply came in:Â
[you]: okÂ
just that. his brows knit, an odd twist forming in his chest.Â
[jake]: where u at?Â
he typed, almost without thinking. the answer was immediate and annoyingly vague:Â
[you]: out
he stared at it, something about that one word sticking under his skin. you were out. out where? out with who? and why didnât you care that he was bringing someone here? so now heâs pacing around the living room for a while. itâs not like he expected you to drop your location or anything, but something about it just sits wrong in his chest. and now heâs overthinking. where could you even be? and why is he suddenly caring this much? he tells himself itâs just curiosity. except he keeps checking his phone like you might send a follow-up.
and by the time minjeong shows up, heâs still in his own head about it. she walks in all confident, tosses her hair, does the whole slow smile thing she always does. ânice place,â she says, already looking him up and down like sheâs rating him along with the apartment. he smirks back, plays along, but itâs half-automatic. she leans on the kitchen counter and asks if he missed her. he says âof courseâ because thatâs what heâs supposed to say, but his eyes flick to his phone sitting on the coffee table, dark screen staring back at him.
they sit on the couch, she slides closer, her hand on his thigh, and heâs doing the whole flirty banter thing but itâs on autopilot. every time thereâs a sound from the hallway, his head snaps toward the door. minjeong notices after the third time and laughs, âwhat, expecting someone else?â he shakes his head, ânah, just⌠thought i heard something.â she raises an eyebrow but lets it go, moving in again. heâs responsive, sure, but his brain keeps circling back to the same two questions: where the hell are you, and why does it bug him so much that you didnât care about this?
eventually, sheâs kissing him and heâs kissing her back, and theyâre headed toward his room. heâs still glancing toward the door every few seconds like youâre going to walk in at any moment. when they get to the bed, his phone is still in his hand for a second before he remembers to toss it on the nightstand. she notices and smirks, âyou waiting for a more exciting guest?â he laughs it off, pulling her down with him, but his ears are still half-tuned to any noise outside. itâs ridiculous, he knows it, but the whole thing feels a little off-balance, like part of him is still in the living room waiting for the front door to open.
and the front door didnât open that night at all. unless you count when minjeong left. it was late, way past midnight, after theyâd already done enough to wake up the entire building if anyone had been around to hear it. and that was the thing, no one was. or at least, you werenât. and jake kept coming back to that, the quiet in the apartment that wasnât just because minjeong was gone. you hadnât come home. you hadnât been home all night.
he sat on the couch for a bit after walking minjeong out, phone in his hand like he was expecting some kind of alert, something that would tell him where you were without having to actually ask. he scrolled aimlessly, checked the time, opened and closed your chat three times without typing anything. he told himself it wasnât his business, you were an adult, you could do whatever you wanted. but the longer he sat there, the more he kept glancing at the door like maybe youâd just appear. so around three in the morning, after deciding he wasnât gonna sleep unless he knew for sure, he finally gave in. he typed out something short:
[jake]: ur not coming back tonight? do u have ur key? iâm locking upÂ
it didnât take long for your reply to come through:Â
[you]: not sleeping at homeÂ
[you]: i have my keyÂ
short, no explanation as always, just enough to make him stare at the screen for a while. he locked the door like he said he would, but even then, he stayed in the living room a bit longer, phone face down on the coffee table, wondering why the hell it mattered so much. he told himself it was just because he liked knowing who was in the apartment at night. that was all. just basic roommate awareness. nothing else.
when he woke up the next morning, you were already home, the house smelled faintly of coffee. it was quiet, a lived-in silence. he could almost map your movements from his room. youâd been up for a while, moving like someone who didnât feel the need to announce their presence. he padded into the kitchen barefoot, hair still sticking up from sleep, and found you leaning against the counter with a mug in hand. you were watching the coffee swirl lazily inside it, eyes still heavy but mind clearly elsewhere. for some reason, that annoyed him a little, how comfortable you seemed in your own head. âwould be nice if you told someone when youâre sleeping out,â he said, tone casual, but not casual enough. âso no one gets worried.â
you looked up slowly, brows pulling together just a touch. it wasnât defensive, more like you were trying to understand why heâd say something like that. âwhy would you be worried? itâs not your problem.â
he blinked at you, caught off guard by how flatly you said it. âitâs⌠common courtesy,â he said after a beat, shrugging like it was obvious. âworrying about where a woman is. worldâs dangerous out there.â
you laughed. it wasnât polite or restrained, and it was the first genuine sound like that heâd heard from you. light, unguarded, almost surprised at him. âwow. youâre quite the gentleman.â you took another sip of coffee, your mouth curling faintly at the rim of the mug. âdid you at least invite the girl from last night to stay over?â
his brows lifted slightly. âhow do you know there was a girl here?â
âyou said youâd invited someone. i assumed.â
âcouldâve been a friend.â
âwas it?â
he hesitated. ââŚno.â
âand you didnât let her sleep here? sent her home in the middle of the night? what a gentleman you are.â and the way you said it was easy, amused, not mocking exactly, but you knew it would get under his skin. and it did.
you brushed past him then, and you disappeared into your room. he stood there longer than he should have, eyes fixed on the doorway youâd gone through. something about the whole thing stuck in his chest: the way youâd turned his comment back on him, the ease with which youâd disarmed him, that little smile like you were in on a joke he hadnât been told. and jake wasnât entirely sure what the hell was going on with him. he didnât like people poking around in his life, didnât like having to explain himself, didnât even like the idea of anyone thinking they could read him. and yet something about you was getting under his skin. it was irritating.
so he told himself it wasnât that deep. just curiosity, right? he wanted to figure you out. that was it, nothing more. but still, when he realized you had that same morning class together â the one youâd already gone head-to-head in a couple weeks ago â he caught himself planning for it. the class started early, and usually heâd drag himself out of bed last minute, throwing on whatever shirt that didnât smell and heading out without a word. this time was different, he set his alarm for an hour earlier, got up without hitting snooze, even made coffee before you could. it wasnât about impressing you (he wouldnât admit it even to himself if it was) it was about⌠timing. so by the time you emerged from your room, hair still a little mussed from sleep, jake was leaning casually against the counter, mug in hand, already dressed and ready to go. casual, like he hadnât been waiting. like this was just how his mornings worked.
âyouâre up early,â you said, almost suspicious.
âyeah. felt like it,â he replied, too quickly, then took a slow sip of coffee to make it seem effortless. but the truth was, heâd calculated this perfectly. if he left when you left, that meant you had to walk together. and if you walked together, maybe heâd get another piece of whatever puzzle you were. so youâre halfway through your coffee when you notice heâs still there. jakeâs on the couch, legs stretched out, phone in hand, not even pretending heâs in a rush. youâre moving around the kitchen, rinsing the mug, tying your hair back, checking the time, and heâs just sitting there. you give him this look, a suspicious glance, like, shouldnât you be gone by now? but he doesnât move.
when you finally ask why he hasnât left yet, he says heâs waiting. you keep getting ready, slipping on your jacket, and ask what for. he says for the time to go. you stop for a second, frown at him, then keep going. âwe have class together,â he adds, like itâs a fact that explains everything.Â
you shrug. âand?â he looks at you like the âandâ is obvious.Â
âand itâs easier if we go together.â you stare at him a little longer, just enough to make him shift in his seat, then go back to your routine without answering.
in his head heâs already decided it was a bad idea. not the worst one heâs ever had, but bad enough that heâs starting to think he shouldâve just left first, slipped out before you were done, because now itâs getting weird. the kind of weird where youâre both in the same room but not really in the same moment. heâs slouched on the couch, not even pretending to do anything else, just letting his eyes follow you while you get your stuff. when youâre finally ready and moving toward the door, you stop halfway like you remembered something. he waits, thinking you forgot your phone, but you just stand there looking at him. âwhat?â he says, his voice almost casual but not quite.Â
you blink at him, like youâre surprised he even had to ask, and then you say, âarenât you coming with me?â and for a second he doesnât know how to answer, because he wasnât planning on it, and somehow you asking makes it feel like he shouldâve been. you grab your bag, holding the door open just enough to make it obvious youâre waiting. he gets up slower than necessary, like maybe to prove a point, and follows you out into the hallway. you lock the door, check the handle once, then start walking without looking at him. he falls into step beside you, hands shoved into the pockets of his hoodie, posture easy like heâs just strolling instead of heading to an 8am lecture.Â
and for a while itâs just the sound of your shoes on the pavement and his occasional sniff. the airâs still got that sharp morning chill, and you pull your jacket a little tighter. he glances at you sideways, like heâs got something to say but heâs holding it back until itâll land the way he wants. âremember the last time we had this class together?â he finally says, the corners of his mouth lifting.
you donât look at him. âno.â
âyeah you do,â he presses, and you can hear the grin in his voice. âwe ended up arguing for, like, half the lecture. i donât even remember what it was about.â
âthen maybe it wasnât important.â
he laughs under his breath. âprobably not. but i remember you getting all serious about it. it was kindaââ he tilts his head at you, ââentertaining.â
you stop at the crosswalk, eyes fixed on the blinking red hand. âyou only think that because you never have anything real to say.â
he looks at you shocked. ââŚwhat?â
âyou heard me,â you say, and itâs not even mean, just matter-of-fact, and jake at this point this is how you always make your point.
the light changes, and you step forward before he can come up with a comeback. he walks next to you, but thereâs a pause now, and he can feel it settle in his chest, strange. because youâre not wrong, but youâre also not someone who usually just says things like that. heâs half smiling, but inside heâs turning the comment over, wondering if youâve always thought that or if you just decided it today. so by the time youâre halfway down the block, he decides to poke at it. âso⌠you think i talk just to hear my own voice?â
âno,â you say, not looking at him. âi think you talk because silence makes you uncomfortable.â
he lets out a low whistle. âwow. brutal.â
âalso true.â
he kicks at a crack in the sidewalk. âand here i thought we were bonding on this nice morning walk.â
âweâre walking to class. thatâs all.â
but you say it without any heat, and that messes with him more than if youâd snapped. heâs used to people either feeding into his teasing or shutting it down, but you do neither. you just keep going, like heâs background noise. and the whole time, heâs thinking about how he doesnât actually know where you stand on⌠well, anything. he knows the shapes of your reactions, the expressions you make, the way you close off when youâre done with a conversation. but the why behind it? no clue. and for someone like him, whoâs so used to reading people, thatâs almost infuriating. almost. because if heâs honest, itâs also the most interesting part.
once you get to the class, youâre sitting two seats to the left of him. the class today is some big group discussion thing, and the professor has just announced the topic: social media and whether itâs made society better or worse. jakeâs leaning back in his chair, tapping his pen against the desk, already plotting his moment. he doesnât really care about the actual topic, he just wants to say something dumb enough to make you whip your head around in disbelief. he figures youâll roll your eyes, maybe sigh loudly, maybe mutter something under your breath. thatâs the payoff heâs after.
when his turn comes, he clears his throat, and with this fake casual tone goes, âi think social mediaâs the best thing to ever happen to humanity. like, if we didnât have it, weâd still be living in caves or something.â he even throws in a little shrug, like, yeah, obviously. heâs waiting for you to bite. but you donât. you donât even look at him. instead, from across the room, some guy he vaguely recognizes â sunghan or sungchan, something like that â immediately jumps in. âthatâs literally the dumbest take iâve heard in weeks,â the guy says, and then launches into this rapid-fire list of points about misinformation, mental health crises, economic inequality, all tied back to the rise of social media. itâs brutal. sunghan/sungchan has stats, examples, quotes from studies. jake tries to cut in once or twice with a âyeah butââ or âthatâs not reallyââ but he gets steamrolled every single time.
the professor looks mildly entertained but doesnât intervene. the rest of the class is clearly enjoying the free show. by the time the guy is done, jake has been verbally drop-kicked into oblivion and is now just sitting there, staring at his notes like they might save him. thatâs when he catches you trying so hard not to laugh. your head is tilted slightly down, your hand covering your mouth, but your shoulders are shaking just enough to give you away. he can see your eyes flick toward him for a split second before you look back at your screen. itâs not loud, itâs not mean, but youâre absolutely laughing at him, and somehow thatâs worse than if youâd just called him an idiot to his face.
so when class ended, jake lingered by the door, pretending to check his phone but really waiting to see your reaction. he didnât quite know why he cared at all, but he did it anyway. you were gathering your bag slowly, methodically, like you werenât in a rush to leave. he caught your eye for a second, trying to gauge if you were mad or impressed or whatever it was he felt. âso⌠that guy kind of roasted you,â you said as you slung your bag over your shoulder, not even looking at him. your tone was flat, but there was something in it that made jake pause. probably because he never thought you could possibly initiate a conversation, but you did.Â
âi was just⌠making a point,â he said, a little defensively, leaning against the wall. âi thought it would⌠shake things up.â
you glanced at him, brow slightly raised. âyou mean irritate everyone in the room?â
âthatâs⌠partially true,â he admitted, smirking. âbut also, come on, he kind of came at me with like ten facts and three graphs and this is, frankly, your fault.â
you finally looked at him, eyes narrowing a fraction. âwhat? why?â
âerm, yeah,â he said quickly, rubbing the back of his neck. âyou were the only person i wanted to see annoyed.â he paused, realizing he sounded ridiculous, but didnât care enough to fix it.
you snorted softly, almost a laugh, and jakeâs stomach did that weird flip. âyouâre really trying to get my attention like that?"
jake blinked at you, caught off guard by how direct you were. he opened his mouth to say something clever, then closed it again, realizing anything he said would sound stupid. he ran a hand through his hair, trying to look casual, like he wasnât suddenly hyper-aware of every word you were saying. âuh⌠i mean, no, not really,â he said finally, shrugging in a way that was supposed to be nonchalant but probably came off awkward. âi was just⌠paying attention, thatâs all.â
you just shook your head slightly, a faint smirk playing on your lips, and muttered, âsure, keep telling yourself that,â before turning and walking out of the room without another word. jake stayed where he was, frozen for a second, watching you move. he told himself he was just observing, making mental notes, like a perfectly normal, totally innocent thing to do. but the second he saw you from behind, the way your jacket shifted and the rhythm of your steps, he caught himself glancing lower than he probably should have. he immediately chastised himself internally, straightening up and trying to act casual, pretending he wasnât noticing anything at all, but the truth was, his eyes had betrayed him, and now he couldnât stop tracking you. he followed you with a mix of fascination and mild guilt, half annoyed at himself for reacting like that, half unable to look away of your ass. he was trying to convince himself it wasnât a big deal, that he wasnât being creepy, that it was just instinct or habit or some excuse he could believe.Â
jake ran a hand over his face, rubbing at the tension that had built up since heâd watched you leave. heeseung caught up with him in the hallway, leaning casually against the railing, and immediately smirked. âdude⌠were you checking her ass?â when the fuck did heeseung get here?
jake blinked, caught off guard. âno, not like that, iâi just⌠it was unavoidable. she walked past me.â he tried to sound convincing, but the explanation sounded thin even to his own ears.
heeseung raised an eyebrow, that teasing grin still in place. âso you did check your roommateâs ass.â
âyouâre making me sound like a creep,â jake protested, heat rising to his face despite his attempt at nonchalance.
âyou are a little bit creepy, to be fair,â heeseung said flatly, shrugging.
jake groaned, spinning his hand through his hair again, knowing he wasnât going to win this argument. and yeah, he knew heâd looked. he was painfully aware of it. he couldnât deny that you were attractive: your build, your posture, the way you moved with this effortless, contained confidence. and then there were your eyes, sharp and perceptive, the kind that seemed to see everything, even if you said nothing. he was aware of all of it, aware that you had this pull on him he didnât want to admit, aware that your quiet, self-contained presence made every glance he stole more intense than it should be.
heeseung laughed, shaking his head like heâd just figured out jakeâs secret. âman, youâre doomed,â he said, nudging jake lightly. âyouâre already halfway in over your head.â jake rolled his eyes, but inside he was already replaying the way youâd walked past, how the jacket shifted over your shoulders, the calm, almost indifferent way you moved. heâd caught himself staring, yeah, but he didnât care to admit it, not to anyone. it was one more thing about you he couldnât figure out, one more reason he was quietly, stubbornly fascinated, and even though heâd never say it aloud, part of him couldnât wait to see what else about you would catch his attention.
and that first month after jake checked you out, went by in a weird blur. not weird in the sense that anything dramatic happened, but in the way where jake kept catching himself noticing things he swore he wouldnât care about. you were quiet, which he expected and knew. what he didnât expect was how the silence wasnât awkward, but it was steady. you didnât give much away, not about your life, not about your family, not even about basic stuff like what you did on weekends before moving in. you always had this wall up, and he couldnât tell if it was intentional or just the way you were. still, every once in a while, out of nowhere, youâd drop a sarcastic comment that was so perfectly timed it threw him off. it wasnât often, but when it happened, he caught himself laughing harder than he probably shouldâve.
he tried to test the waters sometimes, inviting people over just to see if youâd react. girls, friends, whoever. and honestly, you didnât. if anything, you were almost too chill about it. youâd disappear into your room, door closed, headphones probably on, and not make a sound. the first time it happened, he thought maybe youâd get annoyed, or passive aggressive, but you didnât. you didnât even seem to care. and that made him feel guilty in a way he couldnât explain. like, you were being way too decent about it for him to even think about making noise on purpose. he considered it once, just to see if youâd snap, but then he imagined how shitty it would be if you did that to him, so he didnât.
with his friends, you were a little different. sometimes youâd come out and say hi, mostly if jungwon was around, since you already knew him. you talked to him more than the others, and jake noticed that too. you werenât rude to the rest, but you didnât go out of your way to interact either. it wasnât that you were antisocial, more that you just didnât give out pieces of yourself easily. and that became the part jake couldnât stop circling back to.
what threw him most was how the tension kept building, even when nothing was really happening. the more you stayed closed off, the more he wanted to know. it didnât help that every time he called someone over, it felt emptier than it used to. he didnât know when it shifted, but it did. before, having a girl over was automatic, easy. now, after a couple weeks, it just didnât feel the same and he didnât even know why. the excuse he told himself was that he was busy, but deep down he wondered if it was because of you. he hated that thought, so he shoved it down, but it lingered anyway.
some nights he caught himself with the dumbest thing in his head, thinking you were kind of a shadow holding him hostage. heâd laugh to himself, because obviously it wasnât that deep, but then again, the words fit in a way he didnât want to admit. heâd think about it when he was lying awake, about how he hadnât wanted a roommate in the first place, and now that he had one, he couldnât stop thinking about all the things he didnât know about you.Â
and then you told him you were having someone over. first time ever. no warning, no buildup, just said it casually like it wasnât a big deal. but it was for him, at least. he tried not to make a face, though his brain immediately went into overdrive. someone over? who? what kind of someone? was this, like, a friend situation or more than that? he didnât know if it was his place to even ask. youâd made it pretty clear from the beginning that there was space between you two, that you werenât looking to blur lines. and since you never asked him anything about his own business, it felt wrong to pry into yours.
still, the curiosity was eating him alive. he asked the only question that came to his head: if you wanted him to leave. the second he said it, he regretted it, because there was nothing in the world he wanted less than leaving. but he said it anyway, tried to make it sound casual, then added if you wanted him locked in his room instead. you barely looked up from what you were doing. âdo whatever you want,â you said, and that got him. it was nothing, just three words, but it stuck like a thorn.
later, when the knock came at the door, he was already in his room pretending to be busy, except he wasnât. he was standing near the door with his phone in his hand, not even scrolling, just waiting. he opened it a crack when he heard your voice, enough to press his ear to the wood like some kind of loser. the voice that answered you was familiar: beomgyu. of course, it made perfect sense. he knew him from campus, mostly through heeseung, since the two of them were basically glued together in that haze of weed smoke. he wasnât surprised you knew him too, and it also tracked. he remembered the vape pen youâd handed him the first day you moved in. heâd never actually seen you smoke in the apartment or even outside, but he had the sense you did. actually, jake never really saw you doing anything at all. so he listened in without shame. your voices were close, just muffled enough through the wood to make him lean harder. âyouâre not alone?â beomgyu asked at some point.
âno,â you said. âjakeâs here.â
there was a pause before beomgyu spoke again, casual, almost nosy: âyou guys getting along?â
âitâs not like we interact that much,â you replied easily, like it wasnât anything. âbut iâd say yeah, itâs fine.â and he froze at that. not like we interact that much. it was true, technically. still, hearing it out loud made something twist in his stomach. it wasnât an insult, not even close, but he stood there staring at the door like heâd just been punched. so he waited for more, but you and beomgyu moved on to something else he couldnât quite catch. he didnât realize until then how ridiculous he mustâve looked: half crouched, ear glued to the door, but he stayed there anyway.
eventually, you and beomgyu went to your room. the realization left him with this strange knot in his stomach. he couldnât tell if it was jealousy or just curiosity, or maybe both at the same time. he hated that he couldnât put a name to it. he tried to ignore it, lying in bed and staring at the ceiling, but the longer he sat there, the worse it got. eventually he gave up and got out of his room. he told himself he just wanted water, and that if he happened to run into beomgyu on the way, it wouldnât even be weird. as long as beomgyu had his clothes on, it would be fine. he padded out into the kitchen, pretending to be casual, but his ears were tuned to your room. thatâs when he heard your laugh. not the polite little chuckle you gave, but a loud laugh, the kind that broke out without you trying to hold it back. and it was beomgyu who made you laugh like that. jake stood there with the fridge door open, not even grabbing anything, just frowning at the sound like it personally offended him.
and then there was the smell. faint at first, but it didnât take long to confirm. weed. you and beomgyu were smoking inside your room. jake shut the fridge, leaned on the counter, and tried to process that. he could feel himself spiraling, pacing a little, walking back and forth because he couldnât sit still. the laugh still echoed in his head, mixed with the smoke that somehow seeped into the hall. after a while, the sound died down. no more laughter, no more voices, just silence. that was worse than hearing you laugh. jake went back to his room and then left it again almost immediately, too restless. he didnât know what to do with himself. he hated the idea that out of every guy you could have decided to let into your room, it was beomgyu.
the thing was, jake actually liked beomgyu before this. he thought he was funny in that stupid way that worked in groups. he wasnât the kind of guy jake ever thought of as competition, because why would he? beomgyu was the type who got away with everything because no one could ever be mad at him for long. but now that jake knew you were close to him, suddenly all the little things heâd brushed off about beomgyu started to bother him. his jokes werenât that clever, he laughed at his own comments too much, he had this way of talking like he knew everything, and it grated on jakeâs nerves. and the fact that you, out of all people, thought he was worth laughing with made jakeâs chest feel tight.Â
and after a while, beomgyu left your room, you right behind him. jake was sitting on the couch with the tv on, some random show playing, though he hadnât registered a single line of dialogue. he just wanted to be there, in plain sight, like some kind of silent reminder that this was still his apartment too. beomgyu walked out looking way too comfortable, way too casual for jakeâs taste. he greeted jake like they were the best of friends, clapping him lightly on the shoulder. and sure, they werenât strangers. theyâd hung out a couple times, he was funny, easy to get along with. but right now jake didnât care. he forced a smile, threw out a polite âhey man,â but his jaw was tight, and he knew his expression wasnât fooling anyone.
you followed close behind, hair a little messy, eyes bright, clearly in a good mood. when beomgyu said goodbye, he leaned down and hugged you, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head. âlater, weâll finish severance,â he said casually, like it was already an established ritual.
that one line stuck to jakeâs ribs more than he wanted it to. severance. he didnât even know you were watching that. now apparently you were watching it with beomgyu. his brain started filing through everything he knew about you, like he was trying to build some complete picture and somehow come out on top of it. he knew you had those hello kitty mugs in the kitchen, the kuromi dish towel, the snoopy blanket folded on your bed. so he knew you liked hello kitty and snoopy. heâd seen you drink coffee so watered down he almost called it tea. heâd heard you listening to old one direction songs, he knew you wore vanilla perfume, he knew you were friends with sakura and that once youâd worked on some project with jungwon, and that is how you got to know him. he knew all that. and now he had to add this new thing to the list, you were watching severance with beomgyu. and he didnât know what you and beomgyu had, or if he even wanted to know. but it gnawed at him anyway, the idea that beomgyu had a piece of you he didnât.
when beomgyu left, he said âsee you, bro,â and jake nodded with the fakest polite smile, jaw tight. he wasnât mad at beomgyu specifically, not really. but he was mad. he didnât even know at what. maybe himself. maybe the fact that he didnât know what the hell was going on in the room next to his.
when the door shut, you came back into the living room, and jake turned his head, voice low and even, like he was casually making conversation. âyou were smoking?â
you froze for a second and then shrugged, reaching for something in the kitchen. âyeah. sorry if the smell bothered you.â
âdidnât bother me,â he said quickly. âi smoke all the time and youâve never said anything.â
you looked back at him, eyebrows raised. âas long as youâre not smoking weed that stinks up the whole apartment, i donât care.â you laughed a little, and jake felt the sound sit differently in his chest, lighter than before, like the tension had finally shifted. so he just tried to shoot his shot, because you were apparently in a good mood. and he hated that this probably had something to do with freaking beomgyu.
you busied yourself in the kitchen, pulling things out for a late snack, and jake found himself staring, debating if he should shut up or just ask. he leaned back, pretending casual. âso⌠you and beomgyu, then? i wouldnât have guessed.â
the second the words left him, you burst out laughing. not a small laugh either, but a full, loud one that echoed through the place. you turned around, hand still holding whatever youâd grabbed from the fridge, and shook your head at him. âjake. beomgyu is my cousin!â
his brain short-circuited. he sat there, stone-faced, but inside he wanted to hit his head against the wall. hours. heâd spent hours stewing, imagining you making out with someone in the room next to his. all that, just for you to be hanging out with family. âoh,â he said finally, trying to keep it cool, but his voice cracked slightly at the end. he cleared his throat. âiââ
you were still laughing, wiping under your eye like you might tear up from how hard it hit you. âyou thoughtâoh my god, you thought we wereâŚ?â
âi didnât think anything,â he cut in, sharp, defensive. âjust asked. chill.â
you grinned at him, knowing youâd hit a nerve. âyeah, sure. you didnât think anything.â
jake pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek, eyes flicking back to the tv, but all he could hear was your laugh ringing in the kitchen and the absolute humiliation settling in his stomach. maybe he was losing it. maybe he was reading way too much into things. maybe he just really, really hated not knowing anything about you so he was starting to make things up. so later that night he ended up doing the worst possible thing, which was talking to sunghoon and heeseung about it. and those two should not be trusted with advice, ever. they were sitting around in heeseungâs living room, controllers in hand, when jake let it slip, just needing to get it off his chest. âdude, if you wanna know more about her, itâs not that deep,â sunghoon said, not even looking up from the screen. âjust⌠ask. or, i donât know, pay attention.â
âyeah,â heeseung added, stretching. âyou follow her on instagram, right? thatâs step one.â
jake shook his head. âi donât follow her.â
both of them turned to look at him like heâd confessed to a crime. âbut youâve stalked her, obviously,â sunghoon said.
âyeah,â jake admitted immediately. âof course i did. but she doesnât have anything posted. sheâs super low profile. itâs useless.â
they nodded like this was the biggest tragedy theyâd ever heard, and then heeseung leaned in, annoyingly calm. âthe only reason youâre going crazy about this is because you donât know if sheâs single.â
âthatâs not it,â jake snapped back a little too quickly, a little too defensive. but it was kind of it. not all of it, but a piece. the truth was heâd been catching himself noticing you in ways he didnât want to admit. at first it was just the obvious things, like your face, the way your hair always looked like you didnât think about it too hard but it still landed perfectly. then it was smaller things, like the way you tilt your head when youâre listening to someone, or how your hands move when youâre talking, like your words canât quite keep up. he didnât want to be one of those guys who sits there cataloging every detail, but he couldnât help it. heâd catch himself watching the way you crossed your legs, or the way you leaned forward when you laughed, and then immediately look away like he hadnât been staring. it wasnât even about being smooth or making a move, it was just the fact that you were magnetic in this casual, almost annoying way. and he hated that he noticed all of it, hated that every time you walked out of a room he was replaying little flashes of how you looked without meaning to.
so yeah, he wanted to know if you were single. he didnât want to make a big deal out of it, but it just stuck in his head after the whole beomgyu thing. so later that week, he brought it up to jungwon in the most casual way he could manage, like it was just some random passing thought. he mentioned the whole situation, how he thought beomgyu was something else and how embarrassing it was to find out he wasnât. jungwon listened, eyebrows slightly raised, and then cut straight to the point. âso you want to know if sheâs single?â
jake nearly choked. âno, no, i mean, not really. i was just curious because i thought beomgyu was, you know, something. but i was wrong, soâŚâ he trailed off, trying to look unbothered.
jungwon, who was sharper than he ever let on, tilted his head. âlook, i donât know either. sheâs pretty closed off. but i donât think so. never saw her with anyone.â so that was useless. jake got nothing out of it, except more confusion. but then he remembered something heeseung had said the night before, in one of those stupid conversations they always had. heeseung had said, if you want to know how a girl feels about you, just see how she reacts to your body. which was ridiculous advice, borderline dumb, and jake wasnât going to actually be weird about it. but the thought stuck in his head anyway.
so on friday, he decided to test it. he walked out of the bathroom with only a towel around his hips, though he had underwear on underneath just in case of a worst case scenario. he slowed his pace on purpose, trying to look normal but also making sure he was giving enough time for it to register. you were on the couch, legs curled under you, your kindle in hand. you looked up the second he stepped out, and your eyes went wide. âwhat the fuck.â
he froze mid-step, doing his best to look surprised. âoh my god, sorry, i thought you werenât home.â
you stared at him, unimpressed. âyou literally saw me when you went into the bathroom.â
he pressed his lips together, pretending to think. âoh, did i? mustâve forgot.â he said it with that smug little edge to his voice, and then walked off to his room like nothing happened. but he noticed the way your cheeks went a little red. you didnât choke on air or drop your kindle obviously, but it was a reaction, just this tiny shift, like your body betrayed you for a second. he saw your eyes flicker over his torso quickly before darting straight back down to your kindle, like you hadnât seen a thing at all. like you werenât even aware youâd done it. and jake, being jake, stood there for half a second longer than he shouldâve, towel secured, trying not to smirk too obviously. because yeah, maybe heeseungâs advice was dumb. actually, no â heeseungâs advice was dumb. but for the first time, jake thought it might not have been completely useless.Â
so after that day, he started testing it, but nothing obvious, nothing that would make you call him out. heâd come back from the gym and not bother putting on a hoodie, just a loose tank that clung a little too much, shoulders still damp. he didnât say anything, didnât try to flex, just walked past you while you were on the couch and pretended not to notice when your eyes flicked up and then back down to your kindle or your phone. and he pretended even harder not to notice the way your ears went pink. sometimes heâd just hang around shirtless longer than necessary, instead of immediately throwing on a t-shirt. and maybe you didnât say a word, maybe you didnât even move, but he always caught the tiniest shifts, like the way you swallowed before answering him, the way you suddenly focused harder on whatever was in front of you.
one afternoon you were in the kitchen, standing at the counter making something to eat. he came up behind you to grab something from the cabinet, leaning just close enough to tower over your shoulder. you didnât turn around, you didnât step aside, but he noticed the way your shoulders tensed when his arm brushed past. he reached up, pulled down the box he needed, and thatâs when he saw the tag sticking out from the back of your shirt. âyour tagâs out,â he muttered, and before you could react he just pushed it back in with two fingers. but he felt the way goosebumps rose on your neck, the way your body stilled like you werenât sure what to do with that touch. he didnât say anything else, neither did you. he just stood there for a beat longer, holding the box, trying to act normal. but inside, he was wired. because you never said anything out loud, never gave him words to work with, but your body did. and he felt it, he felt it every single time.
and jake was convincing himself he was only doing it because you didnât react badly. if the first time heâd tried something like that you had rolled your eyes, made a sharp comment, or told him to knock it off, he wouldâve laughed it away and never tried again. thatâs how it always went with you; if he pushed, you pushed back harder. you had a quick tongue and zero patience for his nonsense, and heâd seen you cut other people down in a heartbeat when they stepped out of line (him included). but with this, you let it happen. and that made him think, it was throwing him off because it didnât fit the version of you he knew. you were sarcastic about everything, and if you werenât shutting him down, then maybe he wasnât crossing a line.
but then, over the next few weeks, he began to notice that it wasnât just him anymore. or at least thatâs what it felt like. little things turned into bigger ones, impossible to write off as accidents. like youâd bend down to grab something off the floor right in front of him, slow enough that his eyes didnât have anywhere else to go. jake would clench his jaw, forcing himself to look away, but not before heat rushed straight to his ears (and pants). youâd sit on the arm of the couch instead of the empty cushion, your knee brushing his shoulder, your perfume sinking into his hoodie. one night you padded into the kitchen in just a tank top, stretching on your toes to reach the top shelf. jake had to press his palms against the counter behind him, knuckles whitening, because you didnât ask for help, no, you just let him watch, every line of your body outlined under the dim light.
and jake thought maybe nothing was going on. maybe it was all in his head, even though it didnât look like coincidence anymore. the way you brushed against him, the way your eyes lingered for just a second too long. it felt like you were teasing him back, in your own quiet, calculated way. and that awareness â knowing full well how fucked he was â made everything worse. because you see, you didnât let people in. you kept yourself locked tight, doors closed, curtains drawn. he knew barely anything about you outside these four walls. you never volunteered details about your life, never invited him to tag along, never acted like you wanted to be friends. you werenât close, not in the normal sense. you were just roommates, nothing else. but still⌠something was shifting.Â
he remembered the first time he tested the waters when you walked past him in the hall and your perfume lingered long after youâd gone. heâd said it out loud, without thinking, a bold comment about how good you smelled. you froze, and you didnât even say a proper thank you, you just mumbled something about liking vanilla, your voice a little too quick, a little too uneven. and then you disappeared into your room, shutting the door like nothing happened. but jake stood there for ten minutes after, heart hammering, because that reaction told him everything.Â
and then came the touch. heâd been struggling with this stupid package, a cardboard box of instant ramen, taped shut like fort knox. he was grunting under his breath, fighting with the seal, when you stepped in. annoyed, you muttered something about him doing it wrong, and before he could argue, your hands were on him. your fingers wrapped around his wrists, guiding his movements until the box tore open with ease. you sighed, and for a moment, all he could focus on was how close you were. the heat of your body pressed into his arm, the faint brush of your hair against his jaw when you leaned in. and then you looked up at him. eyes wide, impossibly soft, lashes catching the kitchen light. there was that tiny smirk ghosting over your lips, playful, smug, like you knew exactly what youâd just done to him. âthere you go,â you murmured, almost teasing, before slipping away, leaving him standing there with his pulse thundering in his ears.
after that, he couldnât stop thinking. he went over it again and again, trying to decide if it meant anything or if he was just imagining things. he told himself it was probably nothing. just you being impatient. just him reading into it too much.
but the confirmation came later. he came home one night, the door clicked shut behind him. his shoes made a sharp sound against the floor as he walked inside. the apartment was still. no tv, no music, no movement. then he stopped, because there was a sound. faint and muffled. it came from the end of the hallway, where your door was closed. he stood still, listening. it came again. a short, broken sound. a soft whimper.
jake first thought he was imagining things. but when you did it again, he froze. this time he thought maybe you were hurt, maybe something was wrong. but the one after came too soft, too broken, too close to pleasure for him to mistake it. he checked the shoes at the door. only his and yours. no one else in the apartment. and there was no way you hadnât heard him come in. jake knew how loud the door was. you always heard it, you always knew. and still, you were moaning in your room. that pushed it somewhere else entirely. if it was teasing, it was nothing like before.Â
so he stomped back to his bedroom, jaw tight, every step heavier than the last. he felt like a freak for listening, for even standing there. his head kept repeating this is wrong, this is way past what i thought it was. but his body didnât match, his pants told the truth. they were tight, uncomfortable. jake was hard. and that was the part that made him feel even worse. it wasnât just that heâd overheard you; it was that the sound had hit him so fast he hadnât even had time to deny it. it was automatic. one second he was frozen in the hallway, ears straining, the next his cock was pressing against the front of his jeans like his body had made the decision for him.
he sat on the edge of his bed, hands on his knees, trying to steady his breathing. what the fuck is wrong with me. sheâs in there. she knows iâm home. she knows. the thought circled, sharp, louder than the blood rushing in his ears. he pressed his palm over the front of his pants like maybe the pressure would calm it down, but it only made him notice how hard he really was. he wanted to block it out, pretend he hadnât heard anything. he wanted to tell himself you were just on the phone, or crying, or anything else that would make sense. but the sound was burned into his head already. too clear, too close. there was no mistaking it. and that was what fucked him up the most, that his body had answered to you before his brain could even think.
he leaned forward, elbows digging into his thighs, palms pressed together so tight his knuckles turned white. he squeezed his eyes shut, like maybe if he just forced himself still, forced himself quiet, it would go away. the hardness, the heat, the ache curling low in his stomach. donât. donât be that guy. donât even think about it. but he was already thinking about it. not even a picture, not even a scene, just the sound of you. broken and soft, leaking under your door, and now stuck in his head like it belonged to him. his cock pulsed against his zipper at the memory, like it knew exactly what it wanted. he unbuttoned his jeans, just to breathe. just to make the pressure stop, at least, that was what he told himself. but the second the fabric loosened, the relief hit so hard he nearly groaned. his cock pressed against the thin cotton of his boxers, straining, and his hand hovered there like a magnet.
his breath caught when another sound drifted from your room, faint, muffled, but loud enough, enough to knock the last bit of reason out of him. he doubled over, biting back a curse, his hand slipping under the waistband before he could even think about stopping. the heat of his own skin made him shudder. just the first brush of his palm had his hips jerking up, desperate, like heâd been holding back for hours and not minutes. his head dropped as his fist closed around himself, slow, testing. fuck, this is wrong, so fucking wrong, he thought. but his body didnât care. it only cared about the sound of you in his head, replaying again and again, and the slick drag of his hand working him through it. his thighs tensed, breath coming out rough and uneven. every time he told himself stop, stop, stop, his wrist only moved faster, harder, chasing after the relief he knew was coming, the one he couldnât hold back now even if he tried. his hand sped up, and he couldnât keep quiet anymore, with small, choked sounds slipping from his throat, swallowed quickly into the dark of his room. his other hand gripped the edge of the mattress so tight his knuckles hurt, grounding himself against the pull in his body.
your sounds were all over him now. they werenât even real anymore, not in this moment, just echoes, broken pieces his brain kept inventing, filling the silence with the way he thought youâd sound. higher, sweeter, sharper. he couldnât shake it. he didnât want to. âfuckâŚâ he whispered, teeth sinking into his lip. his hips started lifting off the bed, chasing the glide of his fist, faster now, desperate. every stroke made his cock twitch, leaking into his palm, slicking his movements until he couldnât stop even if he wanted to. his abs tightened, legs spread wider, the knot low in his stomach pulling so tight it hurt. his mind screamed wrong, wrong, wrong but his body begged more. he let his head fall back, throat bared, jaw clenched as his pace turned frantic. he was so close it scared him, his whole body straining, toes curling against the floor, veins standing out along his arm. then a low, guttural sound ripped out of him as he came, hot and messy over his hand, spilling across his stomach in heavy spurts. his body jolted with each pulse, hips jerking up uncontrollably until he had nothing left.
he collapsed back against the bed, chest rising and falling, his hand still sticky and trembling where it rested over himself. for a long moment, he just stared at the ceiling, shame burning behind his eyes, sweat cooling on his skin. what the fuck did i just do. and he spent a solid ten minutes just lying there on his bed, trying to convince himself that it made sense. he told himself he was just hard because he hadnât had sex in a whole month, that was it, nothing more. it was perfectly normal. of course, he conveniently ignored the fact that the reason he hadnât had sex for a month was entirely because of you, but no, that part didnât factor in. he told himself he would only realize that connection in a few months, when he could actually think clearly.
the problem now was practical. he needed to get cleaned up. he needed to go to the bathroom. the thought of leaving his room in this state, cock still leaking, cum smeared across his stomach, was unbearable. the hallway was a risk, what if he ran into you? that was not happening. there was no way he could explain this, and he wasnât ready to see your face right now. so he grabbed an old, stained shirt, the only thing he could find, and used it to wipe himself off the best he could. it was messy and gross, and he hated every second of it, but it was the only option until it was safe to move. he stayed in his room, waiting until it was late enough that he could assume you were either asleep or completely out of the house. only then did he finally step into the bathroom for a long, careful shower, making sure to clean every part of himself.
all the while, he kept thinking about what had just happened. he knew it was nasty, he knew it was a mess, but he also couldnât shake the fact that you probably knew he had been there, probably knew he had heard everything, and that knowledge somehow made the situation even more intense. the idea that you had been aware, that you might have noticed, hung in his head, refusing to let him relax. he wanted to pretend it hadnât happened, wanted to convince himself that it was just a random, unfortunate incident, but the truth was stuck there, and now everything about being in the apartment, the quiet, the sounds, even the thought of you, carried a weight he wasnât ready to deal with.
and in the next morning, jake didnât expect to see you up this early. when he stepped out of his room, the smell of coffee hit him first, sharp and warm, filling the hallway and pulling him toward the kitchen. there you were, standing by the counter, wearing those stupid short pajama shorts. his blood rushed instantly, and he felt the familiar tension in his pants. he tried to take a deep breath, trying to remind himself to get a grip, telling himself you were doing absolutely nothing, that this was normal, mundane, everyday morning stuff. but the truth was, you had never worn that in front of him before, and the coincidence of it being now, after everything last night, made it impossible to ignore.
he watched you stretch, reaching for a cabinet, the shorts riding up slightly, the way your hair fell around your shoulders as you moved. his mind betrayed him immediately, going places it shouldnât have. he pictured what youâd do if he bent you over the counter, if youâd make the prettiest sounds, whether you liked being praised or degraded more, if youâ what? he had to force himself to stop before getting hard again, before thinking any further, because it was already too much and he couldnât let it go any further in his head. the thoughts hit him so fast that he had to take a step back and shake his head, trying to stop himself before it got worse. he let out a quiet, frustrated sigh, and thatâs when you noticed him. your eyes went wide, and you mumbled, almost under your breath, âoh my god⌠you scared me.â
âsorry,â he said quickly, voice a little rough, trying to sound casual. âgood morning. uh⌠need to go to the bathroom.â without waiting for a response, he turned and stomped off, moving down the hall as if he owned none of the tension in his body, leaving you standing there in the kitchen with no clue what had just happened in his head.
he could still feel the heat from seeing you like that, the pressure in his pants not going away, the way his brain refused to let it drop. every step toward the bathroom was a fight against his own thoughts, and he kept telling himself over and over: itâs just coincidence. nothing happened. nothingâs happening. but deep down, he knew that wasnât entirely true.
âbro, i donât think i wanted to know that,â heeseung said flatly when he and jake met up after class later that week. theyâd been walking out together, just talking about random shit, and jake had dropped everything on him like it was nothing. âi donât fucking care about when you jack off or why you did it,â heeseung added, shaking his head, âbut just leave me out of it, man.â
âi need to get this out of my chest, and itâs your fault it happened in the first place,â jake said, frustrated.
âmy fault???â heeseung looked at him like heâd just grown a second head. âhow the hell is this my fault?â
âyou said that i needed to see how she reacted to my body,â jake shot back, way too fast. âso i tested it out, and she started teasing me back.â
heeseung stopped in his tracks and let out a laugh that was half disbelief, half amusement. âi canât believe i was the butterfly effect to this.â they started walking again, but heeseung kept looking at him like he was ridiculous. âok, look. if sheâs doing it on purpose, if sheâs teasing you back, then you have something to begin with. thatâs not nothing. sheâs not single, right?â
âyeah,â jake sighed, âi think thatâs obvious. i wouldâve known by now if she wasnât.â
âso why donât you just shoot your shot then?â heeseung asked simply, like it was the easiest thing in the world.
jake didnât answer right away. he shoved his hands in his pockets, stared at the ground while they walked. he wanted to say something like, âyeah, maybe i should,â or laugh it off, but the words didnât come. the truth was, he knew exactly why he wasnât doing anything about it. he wasnât stupid, he could tell there was tension there, maybe even mutual. but acting on it was a whole other thing. it wasnât just about making a move, it was about what came after, and that thought scared the shit out of him.
yeah, he wanted you. he couldnât stop thinking about you. every little thing you did stuck in his head way longer than it should. but then he imagined putting it all out there and being wrong, or worse, being right and not knowing what to do next. it was easier to keep it in his head, easier to let it build up until he was alone. heeseungâs words replayed in his mind even after they split ways. shoot your shot. it sounded simple. to jake, it wasnât. he wasnât sure if it was fear of rejection, or fear of what it would mean if you said yes. maybe both. either way, the answer was the same: he was too much of a pussy to do it.
so that week jake decided to do the most mature thing to do: hide. in his mind, the only way to deal with this was to make himself disappear. if he didnât see you, he wouldnât have to think about what had happened, and if he didnât think about it, he wouldnât have to deal with the way his body reacted every single time you walked into the room. so he avoided you. he knew the time you usually left the apartment in the morning, so suddenly he was waking up earlier just so he could sneak out before you. he knew you usually came back in the afternoon carrying way too many grocery bags for one person, so he started timing his trips to the gym right around then, making sure he wasnât there when you struggled with the door. if you were in the kitchen, he was in his room. if you were in the living room, he was suddenly showering for the second time that day.
it wasnât subtle, heeseung probably wouldâve told him he was being obvious if he had seen it himself, but jake didnât care. he didnât trust himself enough to be around you casually. the worst part was that he couldnât even look you in the eyes anymore. because if he did, there was this very real chance heâd remember how easy it was for his mind to run away with him, how easy it was to cross that line in his head. and yeah, maybe it sounded dramatic, but the truth was, jake was exhausted. he couldnât deal with walking around half hard just because you existed near him. the hiding, in his mind, was damage control. it wasnât him being a coward, it was him protecting himself. at least thatâs what he kept telling himself when he ducked out of the apartment five minutes before you got home.
well, that was what he was trying to do before he got a random text from you.
[you]: hey
[you]: is everything alright?
jake immediately froze. you never reached out first, at least, not like this. usually it was him asking if you wanted takeout, or if youâd seen his charger, or if you could please stop leaving your shoes in the hallway before he tripped over them again. but you? starting the conversation? something was definitely off.
[jake]: yeah, why?
[you]: you left the apartment 5 times today already
[you]: do you need anything?
yeah, jake thought. i need you to stop being so fucking desirable all the time so i can concentrate on being a functional human being. but that wasnât something he could say. and now, on top of everything else, there was the fact that youâd clearly noticed him doing laps in and out of the apartment like a maniac. the whole point of this plan was for you not to notice. so he figured the only way out was the classic jake strategy: an excuse.
[jake]: yeah heeseung went through a breakup so im just making sure he is not miserable so ill just go there everytime he texts smth depressing
the excuse rolled out faster than he could think it through. he just needed something that sounded believable enough. heeseung was safe territory, always the guy to blame when jake needed a reason for anything. if you asked questions, he could throw in a few vague details about ronnie, that girl heeseungâd mentioned ages ago. technically, it wasnât even a total lie. ronnie had existed. jake could stretch the truth from there if he had to. but you didnât ask. you just read the message, sat with it for a moment, and then typed back:
[you]: thats a bummer
nothing else. no digging, no casual oh, what happened? just those three words that landed in his chest heavier than they should have. and he felt this weird mixture of relief and panic. relief because you hadnât pressed him on it, and panic because youâd noticed him enough to text in the first place. he had to admit that part of him almost wanted you to push. almost wanted you to call him out, make him explain himself, force him to say out loud the things heâd been dodging. but you didnât, and maybe that was worse.
so later that week, niki had dragged jake into saying yes to another party. the way niki put it was, âyou either come with me or you keep sulking around your room like a creep,â and honestly, jake couldnât even argue. he was tired of hearing his own thoughts, tired of looping back to the same memory over and over again. so yeah, fine, a party at yeonjunâs house sounded better than being left alone with his brain. at least thereâd be music and people he barely knew to keep him distracted.
and yeonjunâs parties werenât your typical college movie kind of parties. they always looked like they werenât supposed to be fun, but somehow were. it was messy but it had its charm, and jake, for the first time in a while, actually felt his shoulders loosen up. he started doing what he usually did at these things, standing with niki, making dumb comments about everyone around them, drinking just enough to not think too hard. and it worked. for a good while, it worked. the noise and the conversations around him felt like a cushion, keeping his thoughts away from you. it wasnât until he caught a glimpse across the room that it all fell apart.
you were there. of course you were. you stood in the corner, not even trying, and still managing to make everyone else look like background characters. you were wearing this dress that was simple but unfairly perfect, paired with over-the-knee boots that jake knew he shouldnât be noticing but he did anyway. your hair was pulled back into a ponytail, leaving your neck bare in a way that made him immediately uncomfortable with how much he was staring. and then there was some guy, leaning too close to you, talking about something jake couldnât hear but didnât need to. the sight of it landed in his chest harder than he expected. it wasnât jealousy, or maybe it was, he couldnât tell. it was more like a sharp reminder of why heâd been avoiding you in the first place. because if just looking at you from across the room was enough to make his chest tighten and his hands curl into fists, then he was in more trouble than he wanted to admit.
so he stood there, trying not to react, pretending to listen to whatever story niki was telling beside him. but his eyes kept dragging back to you, to the way you laughed at something the guy said, to how your body angled slightly toward him. and jake realized, in that exact moment, that no party was ever going to be enough to keep his mind off you. what should he do? itâs not like he had the kind of intimacy to just walk up and say something, so he just stared, completely giving himself away. heeseung noticed, of course he did, and followed jakeâs eyes until he landed on you. he laughed, shaking his head. âsheâs here?!â heeseung asked.Â
âi thought i was imagining it,â jake said, almost under his breath. âbut yeah, apparently sheâs here.â
he kept telling himself to look away, to stop being obvious, but he didnât. he was stuck there, stuck on the way your hand brushed the guyâs arm when you laughed, stuck on how unfair it was that someone else got to stand in front of you while he sat there pretending not to fall apart. and then you looked over, right at him. your smile dropped just a little, your eyes widened, and it was clear in your face that you werenât expecting to catch him staring.
so the guy in front of you was still talking, and honestly he might as well have been reading a grocery list because you werenât paying attention anymore. you nodded at whatever he was saying, but your eyes werenât on him, they were on jake. and that was enough to make jakeâs stomach flip because what the fuck were you doing here? heâd never seen you at one of these parties before, not once. and he wouldâve noticed, of course he wouldâve noticed. he kept staring, which he knew was weird, but it was either that or look away and pretend you werenât there, and clearly he didnât have the strength for that. you were looking right at him, and suddenly the room felt smaller. after a few beats of mutual staring, you let out a small polite smile, muttered something to the guy in front of you, and then walked straight toward him, and jakeâs brain short-circuited. donât freak out, donât freak out, donât freak out, he kept repeating to himself, but his body wasnât listening because all he could do was stand there like an idiot, face blank, while you got closer.
âhey,â you said, a little breathless, like youâd rushed it out before you could change your mind.
âhey,â jake replied, and his voice cracked just a little, which killed him instantly inside.
âi didnât know you were coming,â you said.
âi didnât know you were coming,â jake said back, immediately regretting just copying you word for word, but it was too late. you squinted at him for a second, like you were deciding whether to call him out on it, but instead he just said first, âi donât think iâve ever seen you at parties before.â
âmaybe you werenât noticing before,â you shot back quickly, and jake felt that one in his chest. he wanted to respond but his brain was buffering, so the silence hung there until you turned to heeseung, who was standing right next to him. âheeseung, are you feeling better?â you asked softly, touching his shoulder with that concerned look on your face.
the problem was, heeseung had no idea what you were talking about. he blinked at you, confused. jake had completely forgotten heâd told you that heeseung was going through a breakup. he hadnât exactly mentioned to heeseung that he said that. so now jake was trying to silently signal him, making weird eye contact and tiny nods, but that only made heeseung look more panicked. âuh⌠yeah, yeah, thank you for asking,â heeseung said finally, with a forced smile that looked more like he had no clue what was going on than confirming he was okay.
you nodded, satisfied with the answer, and jake was standing there next to him, internally screaming. so jake said it without thinking, âi didnât see you leaving,â and as soon as the words left his mouth he already wanted to take them back.Â
you didnât even blink though, you just said, âi went to yunjinâs to get ready,â and he nodded like an idiot, and then of course, right on cue, niki and heeseung decided to wander off and leave the two of you there, which only made everything worse. jake felt the silence press down between you, and it wasnât like he could suddenly think of something casual and clever to fill it with. he couldnât, his brain was blank.
it was awkward, no way around it. he kept reminding himself you were his roommate, that was literally all this was supposed to be. you two shared an apartment, you ate the same snacks sometimes, you argued about whose turn it was to take out the trash. thatâs what it was. normal. except, yeah, there was the tiny detail where he had jacked off to the sound of you moaning in your room and then couldnât look you in the eye for two days straight. that was the part he left out of the roommate definition.
you reached over suddenly, grabbed the beer out of his hand, and took a sip. jake just stood there frozen, staring, trying not to think about your lips on the bottle, trying not to think about your throat moving when you swallowed. and when you looked up at him with those wide, innocent eyes, like you hadnât just completely wrecked his self control in two seconds flat, he actually felt his body betray him. his brain started spiraling in every direction. if he let this go, if he just stood there, heâd be fine. he could laugh it off, make some comment about how you owed him a new drink, let the moment pass. but if he kept staring at your mouth like that, if he noticed the way you leaned your hip against the counter next to him, he was done for. his self restraint was already stretched thin, one more move from you and it was game over.
so he forced himself to say something, anything, even though it came out a little too fast. âyou know you canât just steal my drink like that, right?â he tried to sound casual, but you tilted the beer back into your mouth and handed it back to him like it was yours now, not his, and jake just stood there holding the wet rim of the bottle, looking at the way your lip gloss was now on the glass. and then you moved closer, enough that he felt your shoulder brushing his arm every now and then, and he swore you were doing it on purpose. you were smiling at something across the room, acting so casual, and he kept thinking maybe he was imagining it. but then you looked up at him with that expression, and your lips were parted like you were about to say something stupid, except you didnât. you just held his gaze long enough that jake started to feel the heat crawling up his neck. he finally leaned in a little and said under his breath, âare you drunk?â it came out a little harsher than he meant, like he was scolding you, but he couldnât help it.
âno,â you said, almost laughing at the question. âthat was literally my first sip of alcohol tonight. from your bottle.â you looked smug about it too, like you knew exactly what kind of effect you were having on him.
jake blinked at you, trying to find something to do with his hands. he ended up holding the bottle a little too tight, staring at the floor, then at you again. âthen what are you doing?â he asked, quieter now, like he was testing the waters.
âtalking,â you said easily, like it was the most normal thing in the world, and you gave him this small grin that wasnât helping. you nudged his shoulder with yours again, deliberately this time, and he knew it. he felt his patience thinning, like he was standing at the edge of something dangerous.
and then it slipped out before he could stop himself. âwho was that guy?â his tone was sharper than he intended, but he couldnât stand it anymore. he hated the way he had watched you smile politely at some random dude five minutes ago.
you tilted your head at him, clearly amused at the question. âwhat guy?â you asked, even though you knew exactly who he was talking about.
âthe one you were with when i saw you,â he muttered, eyes narrowing slightly as he tried not to look too obvious.Â
you let out a soft laugh, not mean, just entertained, like you couldnât believe he was actually asking. âoh. him. heâs no one,â you said simply, and the way you brushed it off so casually shouldâve been reassuring, but it didnât make him feel any better. and you didnât give him the chance to respond either. instead, you leaned in just a little closer again, your voice dropping lower. âwhy? are you jealous?â
jake almost choked on air. he wasnât prepared for you to throw that at him so directly. his jaw tightened as he tried to think of something to say that wasnât a dead giveaway. he looked away, shook his head slightly, and managed a quiet, âno.â but the problem was that his ears were red, his hand was still too tight around the bottle, and he couldnât look you in the eye anymore. and you definitely noticed, you always did. âjust looked like you were⌠into the conversation.â
âyou were staring at me,â you countered, not even hesitating.
âand what if i was?â he asked, testing the words out like they might bite back. that made you pause, which was rare, and jake noticed. it pressed on his chest in a way that didnât feel casual at all. he couldâve laughed, shrugged, deflected like he always did, but instead he leaned in. not a lot, just enough for you to notice, and you did.Â
you just looked at him, and you were close enough now that he caught the mix of your perfume and the faint smell of your shampoo. âthen maybe i didnât mind,â you said, quiet but steady.
jakeâs jaw worked, and he had to glance away for half a second, his thumb tapping at the neck of the bottle. you leaned in too, closing that small gap. he turned back, met your eyes again, and his voice came out low, steady. âyou shouldnât tease me if youâre not serious.â
your head tilted a little, and you didnât look away. âwho said iâm not serious?â
that one hit him harder than he wanted to admit. he froze, his thoughts tangling up, but the silence between you wasnât awkward this time. it was heavier, charged, and you didnât back down. you stayed right there, waiting, like you wanted to see what heâd do. his grip on the bottle tightened and he finally said, âyou know what youâre doing right now?â
âdo i?â you asked, pretending you didnât, but your tone gave you away.
and jake just stared at you for a moment too long, his chest tight, heat crawling under his skin. he couldnât decide if you were messing with him or if this was actually happening, but either way, his restraint was hanging by a thread. jake finally swallowed, the tension in his chest making it hard to breathe normally. he shifted his weight, stepping just a fraction closer without realizing it. âiâve been⌠i donât know, noticing things,â he said, voice low, careful. âthings you do. stuff that makes me⌠i donât know.â
you raised a brow, tilting your head like you were trying to read him, he clenched his fist around the bottle, but it did nothing to calm the heat in his body. âlike what?â you said, voice low.
he exhaled sharply. âlike⌠how you look at me sometimes.â he paused, searching your face, seeing no judgment, no obvious teasing. âand honestly, i think youâve been⌠i donât know⌠teasing me. on purpose.â
you didnât flinch, you just leaned slightly, so close now that he could feel your presence, the faint warmth radiating from you. âoh really?â you murmured, voice calm, but there was a sharp edge to it, a challenge. âand what makes you think that?â
jake had to stop himself from stepping even closer, from crossing the invisible line that both of you were dancing around. âitâs not subtle, you know?â he said, low. âyou know exactly what youâre doing.â
âdo you think so?â you whispered, almost a challenge.
he blinked, heart thumping, trying to keep it together. and then he took the plunge, voice rougher than he wanted, trying to gather the courage to ask about the thing he had in his head for weeks now. âthe other day⌠i heard you. you wereââ he paused to think, and then continued. âmoaning. you knew i was home, didnât you?â
you held his gaze, calm, unflinching. âyeah,â you said softly.Â
âso you did it on purpose?â he asked, the words out before he could stop himself. the heat in his chest was thick now, almost painful.
you smirked just a little, teasing but controlled. âdid it work?â
âyeah. it worked,â he admitted, voice low. âand itâs not just that. itâs driving me insane.â
you leaned a little closer. âis that supposed to be a warning or a compliment?â
he swallowed, voice tightening. âboth,â he said, letting the words hang between you. âi canât stop thinking about what iâd do if i could do something about it.â
your eyes darkened slightly, unafraid, curious. âand what would that be?â
he stepped closer, close enough that his chest nearly brushed yours, lowering his voice until it was barely above a whisper near your ear. he could feel the tiny shivers running down your neck, the goosebumps rising under his words, and it made his pulse spike in a way he didnât fully understand. âiâd have you pressed against the counter, hands on your waist, keeping you still⌠telling you exactly what youâre doing to me. iâd hear you, feel you, watch you react. iâd make you feel like this, just like you make me feel.â
your head tilted slightly, lips parting, your voice dropping low, soft, whiny even, âand would i like that?â
jakeâs heart thudded, heat crawling under his skin. he had no idea where this sudden, bold courage came from, why he was standing this close, whispering things he had only imagined a hundred times before. the sound of your voice so small, so caught in the edge between curiosity and teasing, made him feel both terrified and unstoppable at the same time. he was aware of the sharp intake of your breath, the way your body subtly responded to his nearness, and it sent a jolt straight through him, making him realize just how much he wanted you in ways heâd never let himself admit out loud before. âfuck yes,â he admitted, almost hoarse. âiâd hear every little sound you make and i wouldnât stop until you couldnât think about anything else.â
you breathed out softly, close enough that he could feel it on his neck. âthen maybe i should do it again,â you said, voice low, teasing, confident.
he felt his chest tighten, and the edge of control slipping further. âyeah,â he whispered back, stepping just a fraction closer, the air between you thick. âbut you better be ready⌠because iâm not holding back next time.â
the two of you stood there, close, quiet but tense, words hanging, neither moving away, both testing boundaries, the space between you a trap neither wanted to leave. you stepped back finally, just enough to put some space between you, giving him a chance to breathe again, and smirked just a little. âletâs see about that then,â you said, turning and walking back toward the crowd, letting the music swallow you up. jake watched you go, every step of yours making it harder for him to think straight. he could feel the tightness in his pants, painfully aware of it, and he knew with full clarity that he wouldnât survive the rest of the party without losing control or wanting to drag you into a quiet corner somewhere.
he sighed and looked over at heeseung, who was laughing at some dumb conversation across the room. jake waved him over, trying to keep his voice casual, even though it wasnât. âhey⌠iâm gonna head out,â he said, shrugging like it was no big deal.Â
heeseung raised an eyebrow, obviously confused. âthis early?â
he didnât explain further, and heeseung didnât press. it was easier that way. jake grabbed his jacket, feeling every second of the walk through the apartment buzzing in his pants, a reminder that nothing had changed, nothing had slowed down. he left the house, the noise of the party fading behind him, and the quiet of the night hitting him immediately. he had gone to the party to stop thinking about you, to get out of his own head, and now he was heading home to do the exact same thing, except this time thereâd be no music, no distractions, no crowd, just him and the chaos of his thoughts, and the lingering, infuriating memory of you.
when he got home, jake just stood in the middle of the apartment for a second, staring at nothing, trying to make sense of the mess in his head. he couldnât figure out what was going on, couldnât tell if he was coming or going. was this really happening? did he actually just⌠say all of that to you? the words heâd let slip, the way heâd leaned in, the low whisper, the way you hadnât flinched but had leaned in just enough to let him feel. that part of his brain that usually kept him grounded was completely gone.
every time he closed his eyes he could see you again, the way youâd looked at him, that quiet, teasing confidence that made him question everything he thought he knew about boundaries. he tried to rationalize it, telling himself he was insane, that he was overreacting, that this was all just a weird, freaked out moment. but no matter what he told himself, the tightness in his pants, the heat in his chest, the way his mind kept drifting back to what heâd whispered, reminded him that rationalization wasnât even in the room. he flopped onto the couch, arms stretched over his head, staring at the ceiling, heart still racing. part of him wanted to laugh at how completely screwed he was, part of him wanted to throw something, and the rest just wanted to crawl back into bed and pretend none of this had ever happened. except he knew, with full certainty, that pretending wasnât an option, not after tonight.
so jake had two options at this point: fuck you, or jack off. and obviously, he went with the second option, even though every nerve in his body was screaming for the first. the problem was, he couldnât just do that. it wasnât like you were some random girl heâd met at a party, or someone he could just call over without consequences. you were his roommate, the person he shared a space with every day, the one he had to see in the kitchen, on the couch, in the hallway. it was complicated, messy, and borderline ridiculous if he stopped to think about it, which he wasnât.
so he did what he always did when he was desperate and desperate was now: he went to the bathroom, closed the door, and tried to focus on the one thing he could control. he leaned against the counter, hands moving on autopilot, mind filled with everything he couldnât have and everything he wanted from you. he imagined every detail heâd memorized over the weeks, the way you moved, the way you sounded, the way youâd leaned in tonight, letting him whisper things he hadnât even thought heâd have the courage to say out loud.
he kept telling himself this was a temporary solution, a coping mechanism, but the truth was, it was both comforting and torturous at the same time. each movement, each imagined response from you, was a reminder of what he was actually craving and why he couldnât have it. not yet, maybe not ever. and when he finally stepped out of the bathroom, spent and flushed, he didnât even try to get more water or check his phone, he just crawled into bed, muscles still tense, thoughts still tangled, finally letting himself collapse completely, knowing heâd wake up with the same tangled mess of desire, confusion, and frustration waiting for him the next morning.
and it did, because when he woke up the next morning, you werenât home. and that alone would have been enough to throw him off, but then he checked his email and saw a message from the housing office. theyâd found an apartment for him to live by himself. right. he remembered now, vaguely, that when heâd moved in, theyâd said heâd have to wait and live with you until they found him a spot. he had gotten so tangled up in this mess with you, so wrapped up in every look, every word, every single move, that he had completely forgotten that part.
did he want to move out? he didnât know. he wasnât sure about anything right now. all he knew was that he needed to get a grip, a real one, because the way he thought about you all the time wasnât just distracting, it wasnât even remotely sane. he felt like his brain had been hijacked, running in circles that always led back to you. even when he tried to picture anything else, any normal part of his life, it always got twisted into thoughts of you leaning over the counter, your voice low, your eyes catching his without warning. like he was living some sort of stockholm syndrome at this point.Â
and the apartment being empty for the first time in weeks didnât calm him down. it just made the absence of you even louder. he felt like he was teetering on the edge of losing control entirely, and the only thing he could do was take a deep breath and remind himself that he had to get a motherfucking grip, because otherwise, he was never going to survive another day in his own head without completely losing it over you. he wanted to text you, ask where the hell youâd been, but he knew he shouldnât. he didnât know what to do with the knot in his chest, didnât want to say the wrong thing or make it worse.Â
it was saturday, so he did what he did best (better than lying, better than hiding, better than making up excuses): he grabbed a joint. he didnât even bother going to heeseungâs this time. he was just going to do the thing he always did on saturdays when you werenât a part of his life; smoke a joint, watch some dumb tv show, and pretend his brain was a harmless ball of static for a few hours. that was the plan. just him, the couch, and the faint high that would let him stop thinking about you for a while.
and then, of course, you came back. he was mid-laugh at some ridiculous scene on tv when he heard the door open. he glanced up, half expecting it to be empty hands, bags, nothing of consequence. and then he saw you. same clothes as the night before, casual but somehow, it hit him harder than it should have. your eyes caught his the second you stepped in, and he froze, trying not to read too much into the fact that youâd obviously slept somewhere else.
you paused in the doorway for just a second, like you noticed him noticing, and for a fraction of a second, he thought about asking if you were okay, where you had been, but the words didnât come. instead, all he could do was sit there, high and stiff in a way he didnât want to admit, trying to pretend the joint was helping him relax while secretly his chest was tightening. the air between you was a quiet tension, and just that brief meeting of your eyes said more than either of you spoke. he couldnât tell if it was curiosity, annoyance, or something else entirely, and part of him wanted to lean forward, ask questions, touch, do anything to break the quiet, while another part of him was just terrified of what he might do if he let that part win.
âhey,â you said, closing the door behind you. the sound made him shift slightly, awareness snapping back to the room.
âhey,â he said back, voice low, leaning back on the couch with his arms behind his head, legs spread out in a way that screamed casual but didnât fool anyone, especially not him. he was staring at you, trying to look effortless, but every part of him was alert, tracking you. âyou didnât sleep home last night,â he added, tone flat, pretending it was nothing.
you let out a small laugh, a sound that made him tense a little despite himself. âyeah, i thought i was going back home with you, but you disappeared.â his eyes went wide. he opened his mouth to say something, probably a defensive excuse, but before he could get any words out, you added, pulling at the hem of your dress like it was too short, âdonât worry though, i slept at yunjinâs. all of my stuff was there as well, soâŚâ
he tried not to notice your bare thighs as you adjusted the dress, but it was impossible. his brain, already foggy from the joint earlier, immediately betrayed him. focus, jake, he told himself. just focus. he hummed something that might have sounded like okay, though he doubted you heard, and tried to put the thought of how you looked out of his head.
âiâm gonna take a shower,â you said, starting toward your bedroom. the movement was casual, natural, but it made his chest tighten in a way he couldnât control. he watched you walk away, the sound of your footsteps fading, and just sat there, legs still spread, pretending the weed made him calm while in reality he was more worked up than heâd been in days. his thoughts were messy. he replayed last night, your eyes meeting his, the way you hadnât flinched, hadnât pulled away. the way your voice had carried a teasing edge, subtle but enough to make him question everything about his self control. he exhaled slowly, trying to steady himself, aware that the second you stepped out of sight, every rational thought was already collapsing. he was stuck in that limbo between wanting to reach for you and knowing he shouldnât, between craving more of the teasing he hadnât even fully understood and trying to convince himself he was fine.Â
after a while that felt like hours, you stepped out of your bedroom, hair still damp, a big t-shirt hanging over your shoulders, and the tiniest shorts barely peeking out underneath it. jake tried to slow his breathing, pretending he wasnât looking at you, though every instinct in his body was screaming otherwise. you moved toward the kitchen to do whatever you were doing, the casual way you carried yourself making him even more aware of every inch of you. he muttered from the living room, more to fill the silence than to communicate anything real. âi got an email from the housing office today,â he said, trying to keep his voice steady.
âyeah?â you murmured back, barely glancing in his direction. âwhat did it say?â he asked, exhaling slowly before answering himself, like the words carried weight he wasnât ready to face.
âthey said theyâve found me a new place if i still wanted to move,â he finally said, voice quiet, almost like saying it out loud made it more real.
you walked back toward the living room, stopping a few feet from him, your eyes locking onto his. at this point, jake knew you, he knew your style of responses, knew it would probably be âok,â or âcool,â or maybe just âlet me know if you do.â that was your thing, leaving people guessing. but now, the look in your eyes was different, a little sharper, a little more present. âdo you want to?â you asked, soft, but it cut through the space between you.
jakeâs chest tightened. he ran a hand through his hair, trying to avoid reading too much into the moment, trying not to let himself drift the way he always did when you were near. âi donât know⌠do you want me to move out?â he replied, careful.
âyou canât answer a question with another question,â you shot back, eyes not leaving his. the tension between you was tangible now.
âi donât know, that is my answer,â he said, voice low, trying to keep casual but failing. he could feel the weight of you standing there, the subtle shift in your stance as if you were reading him, waiting for him to crack, to slip, to give away what he really wanted. and even as he said it, trying to make it sound harmless, he felt himself unravel a little, conscious of the heat creeping up, aware that he wasnât just thinking about moving out anymore. he was thinking about you, the way you always had this effect on him, the way being near you could make him lose control while pretending he wasnât already lost.
âi thought you did,â you moved slowly toward the couch where jake was sitting, the way you walked catching his attention immediately. his legs were still spread, casual, confident, and he was leaning back, joint in hand. when he exhaled, he set the joint aside and looked up at you, eyes locked, smirk playing on his lips like he was trying to make a joke out of something far from funny.
âyeah, you see⌠look what youâve done to me,â he said, tone serious, but that smirk betrayed the chaos beneath it.
âwhat do you mean?â you asked, tilting your head slightly, innocent, but there was an edge to your voice that made him pause.
âyou know what i mean,â he replied, voice lower now. his gaze was steady, unapologetic, like he was daring you to test him. you stayed there, barely moving, just watching him. jakeâs eyes were fixed on yours, smirk fading into something heavier, more serious, like he was holding back a lot of things at once.Â
and at this point, jake didnât know that you were confused inside too. he had no idea that every time he did something small, like leaning over to grab something from the fridge, brushing past you in the kitchen, or even just looking at you too long when you were on the couch, he was setting off this whole chain reaction inside you. honestly, it freaked you out. sometimes you caught yourself staring when you didnât mean to, or laughing at something that wasnât funny just because he said it, and then youâd have to stop yourself, walk away, act cold, shut down a little, just to keep yourself from completely losing it. it wasnât that you didnât like him, it wasnât even just that he was attractive (he was annoyingly so), it was more like your body and your brain were completely misbehaving around him. that tension had been building, quietly, for months, and it made it hard for you to just be casual, to just be normal.Â
and now here he was, looking at you like this, voice serious, his eyes holding something you werenât fully ready to confront. and part of you wanted to melt into him, wanted to say something, anything, that would admit everything, but another part of you freaked out. it was exhausting and exhilarating at the same time. it made you feel alive and ridiculous all at once. and jake had no idea that the reason you sometimes seemed distant or cold was because of this exact thing. not because you didnât like him, not because you werenât curious, not because you were bored or uninterested, it was because every time he was around, the tension inside you was so intense that you had to protect yourself from completely losing control. sometimes youâd lock yourself in your room just to stop your mind from spiraling, sometimes youâd act indifferent in front of him, because you couldnât handle the way your own body reacted. it wasnât just teasing him, it was trying to survive yourself.
and now, standing there, barely moving, just watching him, feeling the weight of him, you realized exactly how messed up and complicated everything between you had gotten. your instincts screamed at you to do something, but instead, you shut down again. you turned, walked to the kitchen, moving like youâd done a hundred times before. jakeâs eyes widened the moment he saw you retreat. he couldnât help it, he wasnât going to let this go without pressing, without getting something out of you, anything. so he followed, until you reached the counter, your hands splayed flat against it, looking down like you were trying to disappear. he stopped just behind you, close enough that you could feel him, close enough that your spine stiffened.
âare you gonna still pretend nothing is going on at all?â he asked, voice low and calm. the words hit somewhere inside you, and you felt it immediately, shivering slightly, even though he wasnât touching you. you didnât move, didnât answer, just let the tension hang for a moment. he waited, letting the pause stretch, then asked again. âor are we going to talk things through?â
you tried to speak, voice small and hesitant. âi⌠i donât know what you want me to say,â you whispered, and the act of saying it made your chest tighten even more. he shifted closer, and every fraction of an inch made your body react. your muscles tensed without permission, your mind spun with what you should do, what you could say, what you werenât allowed to admit.
âyou donât have anything to say?â he asked, a little firmer this time, not moving away, letting you feel the presence of him looming just behind. his shadow fell over you without him touching, and you could feel the heat of him, the quiet authority in the way he stood. his body was fully towering behind yours now, your breath catching when you realized just how close he was.
you exhaled, low and shaky. âi⌠i donât know,â you whispered again, words barely audible, but enough that he caught them. and even in that tiny confession, there was weight.
âfunny, you were pretty bold last night,â he said, leaning in even closer. you couldnât see it, but you knew he was grinning, could feel it in the weight of him behind you. his breath brushed the back of your neck and made your skin tighten. âwhy are you acting so shy now?â he asked again, and even though he hadnât touched you yet, your body reacted like he already had. you were aware of every movement he made, the closeness, the subtle press of his torso behind you.
âiâm not shy,â you whispered, your voice just audible, betraying none of the heat building inside.
âno?â he said, tone sharper now, leaning closer without really moving, letting the space between you shrink even more. âthen why donât you tell me what you want, mhm?â he asked, voice low and teasing.
his body was fully behind you now, pressing into your back in a way that made your muscles tense automatically. his presence alone was enough to make your skin react, goosebumps rising along your arms and down your spine. you arched your back slightly without thinking, just from the sound of his voice, and his body was fully behind you now, and you could feel him, hard, obvious against your ass, and it made your chest tighten. he shifted slightly, pressing more insistently, and the bulge in his pants rubbed against you in a way that made your thighs clench without thinking. a low, rough fuck escaped him, almost a growl, and it twisted your stomach, made your core tighten in response.
âsee,â he murmured, his mouth near your ear now, âthis is what you do to me.â his hand brushed the counter near yours, fingers curling into the edge. then he pressed a little closer, his body pushing into yours in a way that made you shift automatically. you felt the weight, the pressure of him against your back, the bulge pressing hard against your ass. your head tilted back slightly without thinking, and a small, strained whimper slipped out before you could stop it. âmhm? are you gonna tell me what you want now?â he asked, his voice steady in your ear. the sound, the proximity, the way he was so close, made your brain scramble.
âjakeâŚâ you whispered, voice trembling a little as your restraint started to slip.
âyeah?â he replied.
âwhat are you gonna do?â you asked.
he chuckled softly, leaning just a fraction closer so the tip of his nose brushed your hair. âoh, y/n, you canât answer a question with another question,â he said, smirking, repeating the exact words youâd used on him earlier. there was a pause, just a beat, as he let the weight of it settle, his body still pressing against yours, still holding back more than he wanted to.
"i want you to do something..." you confessed, your voice almost breaking, low but desperate enough that he leaned closer to hear.
"like what?" he pushed, his tone steady but he moved his hands away from the counter to your hips, the grip on your hips wasnât steady, holding you not so gently, fingers digging in just enough to keep you against him. you could feel how hard he was, the press of his bulge against you, and before you even realized, your hips started to move, unintentional, but enough to drag against him. his breath caught, almost a groan, and then he pulled you in tighter. "come on," he said, voice rougher this time, "tell me."
"anything, jake, please," you whispered, tilting your head back until the back of your head rested on his chest. you could feel how fast his heart was beating, his breath uneven above you.
his hands moved then, sliding slowly from your hips up to your stomach, hovering lower with each inch, testing how far he could go before you stopped him. your body reacted before you could think, leaning into his touch, chasing it. "tell me," he repeated, his lips brushing so close to your ear now that you shivered, "i need you to say it."
"fuck," you muttered, unable to form more than that, your voice messy with how badly you wanted it.
he chuckled against your skin at your reaction, low and knowing. "that all you got?"
you shook your head quickly, the restraint slipping out of you in pieces. "touch me already, jake, please."
this time, he didnât hold back the groan that left him, deep and frustrated. "fuck⌠yeah, okay," he breathed, nodding slightly against your temple like he was finally giving in. his hands moved lower, deliberately slow, teasing you with every drag of his fingertips against your skin. one palm spread across your stomach, keeping you pressed to him, the other inching down, tracing the edge of your waistband like he wanted you to break first.
he let his fingers linger at the hem of your shorts, brushing just beneath the waistband, making you twitch. the other hand was already under your shirt, sliding up your stomach. when his palm reached higher, his thumb skimmed over your breasts until he realized. âfuck,â he muttered under his breath, squeezing a little harder, âyouâre not even wearing a bra.â his voice carried a mix of surprise and satisfaction. âyou wanted this, didnât you?â he pushed, hand cupping your breast now, thumb dragging across your nipple slowly, making you whimper. you didnât answer right away, but your breath told on you. he chuckled softly, enjoying the way you melted back against him.
âgo on, tell me,â he pressed, his mouth right by your ear, âwhere do you want me to touch you, princess?â the name slipped out of him almost too naturally, and it made you shiver. the word clung to your skin, had your knees weakening, and he knew it.
âyou know where, jake,â you whispered, voice breaking slightly, âplease.â
his free hand slid down, inside your shorts now, the edge of your underwear dragging under his knuckles as he explored lower. he hummed against your ear, satisfied with how easy you gave in to him. âso needy,â he murmured, âtell me⌠what were you thinking about when you touched yourself for me, mhm?â his fingers flexed lower, pressing just enough to make your breath catch. you froze, shame and arousal mixing fast. âthat day,â he kept going, relentless, âwhen you wanted me to hear you. what did you imagine, baby?â
his question left you dizzy, your head tilting back harder into his chest, your mouth opening but no sound coming out. his hand stilled, deliberately waiting. he wanted you to say it, to give him exactly what he asked for, and you knew he wouldnât move until you did. âjakeâŚâ you muttered, your voice wrecked, your body already giving itself away even without the words.
âyeah?â he prompted, mouth brushing your ear, âdonât go shy on me now. tell me what you thought about.â
you swallowed hard, chest heaving against his hand, every nerve in your body screaming at you to give him what he wanted. his fingers were right there, waiting, unmoving, teasing you with the weight of his patience. âi wasâŚâ your voice cracked, almost a whimper, and he squeezed your breast harder, forcing you to spit it out. âi was imagining you touching me. like this.â
he hummed low in his throat, a cruel little sound that vibrated against your ear. âyeah? go on.â his hand slid lower, pressing down, reminding you where he could take this.
your thighs squeezed around his hand but you forced yourself to keep speaking. âi imagined⌠you putting your fingers inside me.â
he let out a quiet laugh, smug, hot against your skin. âfuck, thatâs what you were thinking about? meâfucking you with my fingers while you moaned loud enough to let me know? you wanted me to hear, didnât you?â
âjakeââ your protest melted into a whimper when his fingers finally moved. he propped them under the thin fabric of your underwear, dragging slow circles right where you ached for him.
âso wet,â he muttered, almost in disbelief, âall this because of me? jesus, baby.â he didnât even rush, dragging his fingers in lazy motions, slow and deliberate, like he wanted to drive you insane before giving you more. âthis is what you were thinking about that day, huh?â he pressed, his voice sharp now, almost mocking. âlying there, knowing i was listening, spreading your legs and wishing it was me?â
your mouth fell open, a broken sound leaving your throat as he slipped two fingers between your folds. âfuckââ he hissed when he felt how you clenched around nothing, desperate. âyouâre so ready for me. you donât even need to be prepped, do you? just begging to be filled.â his fingers finally pushed inside, slow, deep, curling just right. you gasped, nails digging into his arm, and he groaned softly, enjoying how you reacted to every move.
âthatâs it,â he whispered against your ear, thrusting his fingers in a steady rhythm, âtake it. thatâs what you wanted, right? me finger fucking you till you canât even think straight?â your head fell back, a whimper catching in your throat, but he didnât let up. âgo on,â he ordered, curling his fingers again, dragging a broken moan out of you. âsay thatâs what you wanted me to do to you.â
âyesââ you breathed, desperate, âyes, jake, i need you.â
his smirk pressed into your skin, his pace picking up just a little. âgood girl. finally telling me the truth.â every word out of his mouth was filth and command, his tone dripping with satisfaction. âyouâre dripping all over my hand, baby. you hear that? fuckââ he drove his fingers deeper, curling hard, his palm grinding against your clit. âlook at you,â he whispered, low and rough, âsquirming for me. needy little thing.â your body trembled, your words dissolving into broken gasps, and he laughed again, cruel and soft. âdonât worry, princess. iâll give you exactly what you were begging for.â
he started to move rougher, his fingers sliding in and out of you in a steady rhythm that kept building faster, deeper, harder. the way he pressed into you from behind, his hips flush to your ass so you could feel every bit of his hardness grinding against you, made your whole body tense. your back arched without thinking, desperate to take more, and your arms lifted, searching for something to grab onto, finally tangling in his hair, pulling at the back of his head just to ground yourself. he groaned at the tug, but didnât slow down, curling his fingers inside you just right, the wet sounds between you filling the kitchen.
your moans grew louder, shameless, every sound spilling out only making him worse. âyou make the prettiest sounds.â his lips brushed your jaw, his breath hot as his pace turned merciless, his fingers pumping into you with no pause, no relief. âfuck, look at you,â he said, grinding harder into your back while fucking you with his hand.Â
you whimpered his name, and he chuckled darkly, his mouth right at your ear. âwho wouldâve thought, hm? sweet little you, letting me finger you like this.â your body jolted when he curled his fingers deeper, and your grip on his hair tightened, head falling back onto his shoulder. âyeah, thatâs it,â he whispered, teeth grazing your skin. âyou like that? you like when i fuck you like this?â
you moaned and nodded, and the thought hit you hard: jake was nothing like you expected. way filthier, rougher, better than anything you ever pictured, and it only turned you on more, made you want to give him everything. âfuck, i knew youâd be this good,â he growled, fingers moving even faster, slick and deep. âshit, y/n, youâre perfect.â his pace grew ruthless, relentless, every push making your body jolt against the counter. you could feel your limit building, pressure winding tighter and tighter in your stomach until it was almost unbearable. âdo you want to cum for me?â he rasped against your ear, breath hot on your skin. you couldnât form words, just a broken moan leaving your lips. âsay it, baby, or iâll stop.â his tone dropped, sharp, commanding, even as his fingers kept pounding into you, and your whole body burned at the thought of him actually pulling away.
âfuckâyeah, jake,â you gasped, your voice cracking. âplease, let me cum.â
he chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating against your shoulder as his lips brushed your skin. âaw, such a good girl,â he cooed, his voice dripping with filth. âasking for permission like that.â his pace didnât slow, if anything, it grew harsher, fingers sliding in and out of you so fast the sound of your wetness filled the room, obscene and loud. his free hand gripped your waist, holding you right where he wanted you as he fucked you with his hand, grinding his cock into your ass with every thrust. âcome on,â he urged, his voice rough. âcum on my fingers, baby, give it all to me.â
you cried out his name, trembling, your whole body arching against him. âfuck, your pussyâs clenching around my fingers, baby,â he groaned, his head dropping back for a second, overcome with how tight you felt. âso fucking tightâso desperate for me.â
the way he talked to you, the filth in his voice, the pressure of his cock grinding against you, it all crashed down at once, your body shuddering as you came undone on his hand. it was loud, messy, overwhelming, the kind of orgasm that left you gripping his hair like you might collapse if you let go. jake moaned with you, his fingers still moving deep inside to drag out every last wave. âfuck, thatâs it,â he muttered, lips pressed to your neck. âfuck, i could do this to you forever.â
your body trembled against him, still clenching around his fingers, your moans breaking into soft whimpers as he finally slowed, dragging his soaked fingers out of you with a filthy sound. he hummed, bringing them up to his lips just to taste you, his tongue sliding slow over his knuckles before he smirked against your ear. âyou taste even better than i imagined.â
he spun you around so fast you gasped, his grip on your hips rough, possessive, like he couldnât stand another second of not having you face him. your back hit the counter and you stumbled, breath caught in your throat as you looked up at him, his chest heaving, his jaw clenched, his pupils blown so wide it was like heâd lost all sense of restraint. you were flushed, trembling, your ruined underwear sticking uncomfortably between your thighs, but the only thing you could think about was him towering over you, the outline of his cock straining against his pants, pressing against your hip like it was begging for you.
âfuck, look at you,â he whispered, forehead brushing yours as his lips trailed hot kisses along your cheek, down your jaw, to the corner of your mouth, teasing, just out of reach. âruined, all for me.â his voice broke on the last word, ragged with hunger. âpleaseâŚâ his voice cracked, and for a second you thought you were imagining the desperation in him. but then he said it again, firmer this time, his breath ghosting over your lips. âplease, let me kiss you.â
your head tipped back a little, chest rising and falling in erratic waves, and his hand slid up your side to cup your neck, thumb dragging under your jaw. he was trembling, but not from hesitation, from restraint. âyou donât get it,â he muttered, almost like he was confessing something against his will. âyouâve got me fucking obsessed.â his nose brushed yours, lips still barely touching, his words vibrating against your mouth. âcome on, pleaseâ he demanded, his grip on your neck tightened slightly, not enough to hurt, but enough to make you shiver. âsay you want me to ruin you.â
you couldnât even form the words, too breathless, too lost in the heat of him. but you nodded, desperate, clutching his shirt like he was the only thing keeping you grounded. he groaned, finally smashing his lips against yours, messy, hungry, teeth clashing, tongues desperate. it wasnât gentle, it was need. pure, raw, suffocating need. his hand dragged back down, pawing at your waist, your hip, like he couldnât decide where to touch first. he was everywhere, kissing you like a man starved, whispering against your lips between frantic breaths, âmy girl. my perfect fucking girl.â
his arms tightened around you, hands firm on the curve of your thighs as he pulled you up with ease, making you gasp when your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. you could feel how strong he was, the way his grip claimed you, as if heâd never let go. his mouth didnât leave yours, lips bruising, tongue sliding hot and desperate against yours while his chest vibrated with a low groan. by the time he settled onto the couch, dragging you down onto his lap, your pulse was a mess. your body fit perfectly against him, straddling his hips, every shift pressing you harder onto the thick bulge straining through his pants. you whined into his mouth, the friction intoxicating, every grind pulling a deeper sound from his chest.
âfuck,â he hissed, breaking the kiss just long enough to press his forehead against yours, breathing ragged. his fingers dug into your hips, holding you still even as you tried to roll down on him again. âdonât do that. i canâtââ his words broke off into a groan, eyes fluttering shut as your heat pressed against him through the fabric.
you tilted your head, lips brushing his jaw as you whispered, smug and breathless, âcanât what?â and then you rocked against him again, slower this time, deliberately teasing, watching his composure crack.
his eyes snapped open, dark and wrecked, a strained chuckle escaping him. âyou think youâre funny?â his grip tightened, pulling your body flush against his, making you feel every inch of his arousal grinding back up into you.
you only grinned, licking your lips, whispering like a dare, âmaybe.â
his answer came as a guttural sound in his chest, one hand flying up into your hair, tugging your head back just enough to expose your throat as he kissed it hard. âkeep testing me, baby,â your breath hitched as his hand tangled tighter in your hair, guiding you down between his spread legs. his eyes burned into you, pupils blown wide, chest rising and falling with ragged hunger. he looked feral, undone, and you couldnât help but shiver at the sight of him like this, so desperate, but still in control, every move deliberate. âon your knees,â he rasped, voice dripping authority. âshow me how good you can be.â
the tone made your stomach flip, heat rushing through your body. you sank down slowly, your knees pressing into the carpet, never breaking eye contact. his grip on your hair loosened just enough for him to cup your cheek with his other hand, thumb stroking across your swollen bottom lip. âfuck, look at you,â he groaned, leaning forward just enough to press another bruising kiss against your lips before pulling back. âmy pretty girl, already wrecked for me. and i havenât even fucked you yet.â his words made you whimper, thighs pressing together instinctively. he noticed, of course, chuckling low in his chest, the sound dark and mocking. âneedy little thing. youâd do anything i tell you, wouldnât you?â he asked, tilting your chin up with his thumb.
âyes,â you breathed, without hesitation. âanything.â
âgood girl,â he smirked, his thumb pressing against your lips, slipping just enough inside for you to suck. you did, obediently, hollowing your cheeks around him, watching the way his head tipped back with a guttural moan. âshit, youâre gonna ruin me.â he let you go just as quickly, his hand moving to unbuckle his belt. the metallic clink filled the room, sharp, electric, making your pulse race. you licked your lips as he tugged his zipper down, freeing himself, his cock straining against the thin fabric of his boxers. he was so hard it almost hurt to look at, and you felt your mouth water instantly.
âis this what you wanted, hm?â he rasped, shoving his boxers down far enough for his cock to spring free, flushed and heavy in his hand. he stroked himself slowly, deliberately, eyes locked on yours. âyou grind on me like a desperate little slut, and now look at youâon your knees for it. go on, baby. show me how bad you need it.â
you didnât hesitate. your lips parted as you leaned in, tongue dragging up from his base in a long, slow lick that had his jaw clenching. his hand shot into your hair, tightening until it stung, forcing your head down so his cock slid between your lips, thick and aching. âfuck,â he groaned, his hips jerking forward despite himself, the sound almost breaking into a laugh at how quickly he lost control. âthatâs it. open wide. choke on it, just keep those pretty eyes on me while you do.â
you hummed around him, and the vibrations made his thighs flex under your hands, his breath catching in a sharp curse. his head tipped back for a moment, chest heaving, but then he forced his gaze down again, eyes dark and wild as they burned into you. âjesus fuck,â he groaned, hips rolling steady into your mouth now, using your lips, your throat. he tugged harshly at your hair, pulling you off him with a wet pop. strings of spit clung from your swollen lips to his tip, and he wiped at your chin with his thumb, only to push it past your lips and into your mouth. âthatâs it, suck it,â he ordered, voice rough, thumb pressing down on your tongue while his cock throbbed inches from your face. âyouâre so fucking messy for me. you like this, huh? like being my filthy girl?â
âyes, jake, god,â you admitted, your lips wrapped around his thumb, tongue swirling around it like you were starving for him.
âfuck, thatâs it,â he groaned, fist tightening in your hair as his other hand guided his cock back to your mouth. âopen up, baby. take it all.â he pushed deep, his length sliding against your throat until you gagged around him, his groan breaking out into something almost animalistic. âlook at you choking on it⌠messy little slut. you were made for this cock, werenât you? fuckâyeah, you were. my perfect fucktoy.â
your eyes watered, drool spilling down your chin, and he hissed, hips jerking forward. âgod, i could cum just from this⌠but i need to ruin you first.â with a sharp tug, he pulled you off him again, breath ragged, his cock slick and twitching in his hand. he yanked you up like you weighed nothing. âturn around,â he ordered, voice low and wrecked.
you barely had time to obey before he hooked his fingers into your shorts, dragging them down along with your ruined underwear. the air hit your wetness and he groaned, a filthy, guttural sound. his hand spanked your ass, the sting making you gasp. he leaned in, pressing a teasing, sharp toothed kiss against your ass cheek, his nose brushing dangerously close between them, inhaling like he was drunk on your scent. âfuck, i need that ass,â he muttered against your skin, voice breaking with hunger. his tongue darted out, barely grazing you before he pulled back, spinning you to face him again, eyes black with lust.
âyou have no idea what iâm about to do to you, baby.â he didnât give you a second to settle while you sat on his lap again. he took your shirt off, and his mouth latched onto your nipple with a greedy, wet pressure, sucking and nibbling in a way that made your chest tighten and your hips press down harder against him. every movement, every grind you made sent a low groan vibrating from his chest, his hands holding your hips so firmly you felt every pulse of his desire. you moaned around his mouth, letting your body do the talking, grinding your core down even more deliberately, feeling him react against you. his free hand moved to spank your ass again, rough, making you jump against him. âbehave,â he warned, voice low and jagged, âiâll fuck you when i want to, got it?â
you nodded, breathless, and let your head fall back, exposing your neck and chest to him as he trailed messy kisses down from your collarbone to the swell of your breasts, alternating pressure, teasing, making you writhe in his lap. his hands kneaded, pinched, gripped, every touch driving you wilder, and with every slick, deliberate movement of your hips on his cock, he groaned, muttering your name over and over. âplease, jake, i need you to fuck me,â you finally said, voice trembling with urgency.Â
he chuckled, low and rough. âoh god, you have no idea how much i wanted to hear that,â he admitted, his hands gripping your hips, holding you in place as his cock pressed against you, teasing your clit, just enough to make your stomach twist and your thighs shake. âfuck, let me grab a condom,â he said, already starting to move, before you paused him.
âno,â you said quickly, pulling him back just a little. âi want it raw, iâm on birth control.â
he groaned, a deep, guttural sound that made you shiver. âfuck⌠that is so hot,â he muttered, pressing himself against you harder, teasing the entrance slowly, deliberately, as if testing how much more he could make you beg before actually moving. he didnât waste a second. his hands gripped your hips tighter, tilting you just right, teasing the tip of himself against your slick, already aching center. âyouâre so dirty, i had no idea,â he groaned, low and rough, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. âall that quiet, all that acting like you donât care⌠was that all just a fucking act, huh?â
you gasped, tilting your head, feeling the hot pressure as he pressed in a little further, testing, stretching, making you shiver. âtell me,â he whispered, voice thick with need, âare you gonna be my fucking dirty slut now? gonna let me fuck you raw, make you mine?â
you nodded frantically, voice barely a whisper. âyes⌠please, jake, fuck me.â
âoh god, yes, fuck, i willâ he groaned, slowly pushing inside, inch by inch, letting you adjust, letting you feel every stretch. the heat, the tightness, the slick press of him against you, it stole your breath. your forehead rested against his, breathing shaky, heart hammering, every nerve screaming with sensation.
âi⌠i canât,â you whispered, voice shaky. âitâs too big jake,â and he groaned softly, holding you steady, letting you adjust to him.
âfuck, donât say that,â he murmured, voice low and rough. âyou can take it, baby. i know you can.â he shifted slightly, testing the space between you. you gasped, his cock pressed into you, hands gripping your hips, tilting you just right, rolling inside you with perfect precision. your breath hitched, heart racing, every nerve on edge as he stayed close, his cock inside you, his hands steadying your hips, his lips brushing the side of your neck. the tension was unbearable, every touch and shift making it impossible to think straight. âjust⌠breathe,â he whispered, voice tight with need. âiâm right here, baby. iâll go slow, okay?â
you nodded against him, trying to calm your racing thoughts while your body betrayed you, reacting to every little movement. he groaned low, hips shifting ever so slightly, testing, stretching, making your body writhe instinctively against him. âfuckâyou feel so good,â he muttered, voice rough and urgent. âso tight, so wet⌠just for me.â
you let your hips move against him, grinding, matching his rhythm. âyes⌠jake⌠iâm yours,â you murmured, chest rising and falling, breath shaky, body pressed to his.
âyeah you are, arenât you?â he groaned, a low, desperate sound, sliding his hands from your hips to grip your thighs, holding you steady as he began slow, deliberate thrusts. each one drove pleasure straight through you, a perfect, torturous rhythm. his lips brushed your jaw, neck, whispering filthy praise. âfuck⌠look at you⌠trembling all over for me⌠youâre mine, all mine, my perfect little slut.â
you moaned loudly, arching into him, hands tangling in his hair, body pressed flush against his chest. âjakeâ donât stop⌠pleaseâŚâ
âfuck, donât tell me to stop, baby,â he growled, shifting your hips with his hands, pressing harder, deeper. âyou like this, huh?â
âyes⌠yes, please,â you gasped, voice breaking as each thrust had you teetering on the edge. your body shivered with anticipation, wet and slick, ready to snap, riding him more deliberate now.
he growled against your neck, teeth grazing your skin lightly, his thrusts relentless but perfectly measured, reading your reactions. âfuck, keep riding me, iâm gonna cum for you, keep going.â you arched back into him, breath coming in ragged gasps, hands clutching his shoulders as your thighs tightened around his waist. each roll of your hips sent his cock deeper, stretching you perfectly, and he groaned low in response, hands gripping your hips.
âyouâre so fucking tight, babyâŚâ he chuckled darkly, low and throaty, the sound vibrating straight through you. âiâm gonna fuckling blow a load inside you, keep fucking riding me, oh shitââ he bit lightly at your shoulder as he thrust faster, deeper, every motion precise, worshiping you with his touch. you lost it then, shuddering violently, voice breaking in a scream of his name, body convulsing around him, clutching him close as your release crashed over you in waves. he groaned, holding you, still thrusting, savoring every twitch, every cry, every gasp.
âoh shit, you came so good,â he murmured against your ear, hips still rolling, each movement carefully prolonging the exquisite overstimulation. âlet me cum inside this fucking little pussy, pleaseââ
you gasped, arching into him, voice trembling. âyes, god⌠please, jake⌠fill meâŚâ
and then he did, groaning your name, every muscle taut as his release filled you, hot and overwhelming. he held you through it, rocking gently, letting you feel every drop, whispering filthy, desperate praise. âfuuuuck, what a good fucking pussy,â he muttered, still buried in you, forehead pressed to yours, breath mingling with yours. his hands never left your hips, keeping you flush against him as he slowly rode out the tremors of his own orgasm, groaning your name again and again. your vision blurred, your chest rising and falling, trembling against him, as he guided you through the aftermath.Â
you clung to him, breathless and trembling, heart racing, he was still holding you close. âso fucking goodâŚâ he whispered one last time, lips brushing yours, still warm and soaked from the intensity of what just happened.
youâre still on him, chest pressed against his, both of you breathing like you ran a marathon. heâs sitting back a little now, hands lazily resting on your hips, still gripping just enough to remind you heâs there. you glance up at him, and heâs got that smirk, the one thatâs supposed to be cocky but honestly, he looks wrecked too.
âso,â he says, voice low, teasing but tired, âthat happened.â
âyeah,â you mutter, trying to catch your breath and failing spectacularly. âthat happened.â
jake lets out a low chuckle and runs a hand through his hair. you bury your face in his chest, trying to hide, like somehow hiding there could make everything feel less intense. he tuts softly, holding you a little closer. âmhm, no. look at me,â he says, his tone firm but gentle. you lift your head reluctantly, cheeks still flushed. âno more hiding, okay?â he adds, and you nod, biting your lip, still feeling the heat and the leftover tension buzzing through your body. âyou okay?â he asks, eyes scanning your face.Â
you give a small, whiny âyeah,â nodding, and he chuckles lightly at the sound.
âdid you⌠like it?â he asked next, and you notice the way he paused, the tiniest flicker of nervousness in his expression. he knew that was a cheesy, sure, post-sex ask, but he had to know.Â
you smirk and giggle, letting yourself relax a little. âyeah, jake. i liked it.â
he exhales slowly, groaning as he slides back, freeing himself from your walls, and you canât help but look at him, already missing how filled you were a minute ago. heâs wrecked, flushed, hair messy, and it makes you grin. âwhat you looking at?â he asks, smirk playing on his lips.
ânothing,â you reply, trying to play it cool, though your grin gives you away.
he leans in and presses a quick, small kiss to your lips, catching you off guard. you freeze for a second, then melt just a little into the moment. âso⌠wanna talk about it?â he asks, tilting his head, still holding you close. you blink at him, caught somewhere between embarrassed and amused, realizing that maybe the talking part is the part youâre not entirely ready for, but also, maybe, you donât want to run from it this time. he squeezes your hip gently, as if prompting you to answer without forcing it. you take a deep breath, letting some of the tension slip away.
âdo you wanna talk about it?â you asked, and he chuckled, shaking his head like he couldnât believe you were actually asking him this.Â
âyou canât answer a question with another question,â he said again voice low, amused but tired at the same time.
you laughed awkwardly, your nerves showing. âi just⌠i donât know, jake,â you admitted, voice unsure, looking down for a second before meeting his eyes again.
âdonât know what?â he pressed, leaning in, making the space between you feel smaller.
âi donât know how you feel about me,â you said, letting out a small breath, trying to calm your racing thoughts. âso⌠i just canât figure out exactly what iâm supposed to do with all of this.â
he blinked once, then laughed low, and it wasnât like a normal laugh, more like he was trying to process what you just said and couldnât decide if it was ridiculous, frustrating, or the most fascinating thing heâd heard all week. you watched him run a hand over his face, shaking his head slowly, the kind of shake that made it clear he wasnât sure if he should be impressed, scared, or both. âokayâŚ,â he muttered finally, half to himself, half to you, voice calm. âbut i get it. i think i do.â he paused, smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, like he was enjoying that he had your full attention. âso⌠you want me to spell it out for you? really tell you what i feel?â
you hesitated, just a little, because you werenât sure if you were ready to hear it, or if you were ready to admit youâd been hoping for it. you nodded anyway, slowly, watching his face, waiting. he leaned back a bit in his seat, just enough to look at you properly, like he was gathering his thoughts in real time, and you could tell he was about to unload.
âiâve been crazy about you since the very beginning,â he said, voice a little rough, but completely honest. âback when you didnât give me a single thing to go on, and i had no idea what you were thinking, i couldnât stop thinking about you. i was obsessed with figuring you out, learning what made you tick. and the more i got to know you, the more fascinated i became. youâre⌠youâre insane, in the best way. every little thing about you made me want to know more.â
he paused, swallowing, like he was trying to get the words out without tripping over them. âthen, when you started teasing me⌠when you started pushing and pulling, letting me get close but not giving me everything, i lost it. i thought about you all the time. every day. you, your voice, your smile, the way you look at me⌠i probably shouldnât be saying this, but fuck it. i canât stop thinking about it, and about you. and now, after⌠that,â he gestured vaguely at the mess of the room and the two of you, âi have no regrets. that was the best sex of my life, no contest.â
you let out a breathless laugh, and he chuckled, shaking his head slightly, like he still couldnât believe he was admitting all of this. âso yeah⌠iâm fucked up about you. completely. and i donât even care.â
you blinked, caught somewhere between stunned, amused, and something else you didnât have a name for yet. you didnât know if you should laugh, tease him back, or just sit there and take it all in. but seeing him like this, messy, honest, a little wrecked from what just happened, made it impossible to be anything but completely present with him. jake leaned back a little, still holding you, letting the confession hang in the air. âso⌠what about you?â he asked, voice quieter now, curious but still casual, like he was afraid of scaring you off but couldnât not ask. âhow do you feel about all this?â
you hesitated again, trying to pull words together, but they kept slipping away. âiâm not good at this,â you admitted, your voice quieter than you expected. âiâm not good at saying things out loud. but you⌠you get under my skin the same way i get under yours. i donât know how to say it prettier than that, but itâs real.â you paused, looking at him, almost daring him to make you keep going. he didnât. instead, he smiled, small but satisfied.
âgood,â he said simply.
you blinked, then nodded. âgood.â
nothing poetic, nothing rehearsed, just enough for both of you. he kissed you once, soft and short, then got up and tugged you along with him, muttering something about you needing a shower. you were too tired to argue, and honestly, he was right. the two of you had made a mess of the place, and of yourselves. he turned the water on and stepped in first, pulling you by the wrist like he was making sure you wouldnât back out. it wasnât some movie scene with steam and passion and soap slipping everywhere. it was domestic, borderline clumsy. he tried to hand you the shampoo bottle with too much force and almost dropped it, then squinted because heâd gotten water in his eyes. you laughed at him, and he pretended to be offended, but he didnât actually care. he just liked that you were laughing.
you werenât used to standing this close without tension thick in the air, without second-guessing what the other was thinking. now you were just there, getting clean together, and it felt strangely natural. it felt like the most normal thing in the world, like maybe this was how it was supposed to be all along. by the time you both stepped out and wrapped up in towels, the room smelled like cheap body wash, and the mirror was fogged over. jake glanced at you, hair dripping, and smirked like the whole situation was funny but also a little serious, like he couldnât believe how quickly things had shifted between you. you didnât say anything, and you didnât need to. it was good, just good.
so the next couple of weeks were kind of ridiculous, mostly because you both pretended for about two days that things were the same, and then it became really obvious they werenât. jake had this new way of looking at you that you kept catching in random moments, like when you were pouring cereal or folding laundry, and it wasnât subtle at all. he was completely gone for you, and you could tell, but he didnât even bother trying to hide it.
the first time after that night it happened again, it wasnât planned. youâd just finished watching something dumb on tv, and he made some joke that had you shoving his shoulder, and the next thing you knew he had you pinned against the couch cushions, kissing you like heâd been holding back for hours. it was messy and fast and you didnât even bother moving to the bedroom. later, when you were both out of breath and sprawled in opposite directions on the couch, he laughed and said he wasnât sure heâd ever look at the living room the same way again. you rolled your eyes, but the truth was you couldnât either. a couple nights after that, he came into your room under the excuse of âborrowing your charger.â he didnât even bother plugging it in before he was pulling you onto his lap, muttering something about how you were all he thought about during the day. it was slower that time, more deliberate, and he kept touching your face, brushing your hair back, doing all these little things that made it feel different from before. it wasnât just sex anymore, and you could both feel that shift, even if neither of you said it out loud.
the funniest part was how the domestic side of living together changed too. suddenly, showers werenât just showers. one night he pulled you in with him, no warning, and spent more time kissing you against the wall than actually washing his hair. you had to kick him out halfway through because you were going to run out of hot water, and he left pouting, soap still in his hair. the next morning, he walked into the kitchen with wet curls and this smug look on his face like heâd invented showering together. he also started hovering more. if you were cooking, he was in the kitchen, stealing bites and pressing up behind you. if you were working on your laptop, heâd somehow find his way onto the couch next to you, stretching until his feet were basically in your lap. and the hot moments were woven into all of it, like they werenât separate anymore. youâd be brushing your teeth and heâd come up behind you, wrap his arms around your waist, and before you knew it you were pressed against the sink, muffling laughs into his shoulder.
what really gave him away, though, was how restless he got when you werenât around. heâd pretend to be casual, but you caught him more than once waiting up just to see when youâd get home. sometimes heâd act like it was nothing, asking about your night, but other times heâd just pull you into his room without a word, kissing you until neither of you remembered what the question was. and two weeks in, it was clear jake was completely losing it over you. he didnât care that you werenât good with words or that you never gave long speeches about how you felt. he got what he wanted anyway, your attention, your touch, the way youâd grab his shirt first when things escalated. and in return, he gave you everything without holding back. every day, in some new way, he made it obvious. and you didnât fight it, not really. if anything, you were just as gone as he was, even if you werenât ready to spell it out.
later that month, he wasnât even thinking when it happened. you had just walked out of your lecture, holding your bag against your shoulder, half distracted scrolling through your phone, and he was leaning against the wall across the hall, waiting for his own class. he saw you before you saw him, and without even a second thought he was already walking over. you looked up, a little surprised, and he just smiled, leaned in, and pressed a quick kiss against your mouth. it was just a short kiss, the kind youâd gotten used to at home when he was passing by you in the kitchen or when you sat next to him on the couch. but this time, it wasnât in your living room. it was in the middle of the hallway with people walking by.
the moment it happened, you froze, not because you didnât want it but because your brain immediately registered where you were. his too. you could feel the second he realized what heâd just done, because he leaned back fast, eyes flicking around like maybe no one saw. except of course people saw. people always saw. his friends were standing just a few feet away, watching everything with that look that said they didnât need to say a single word. theyâd known for weeks anyway. heâd been obvious as hell about it, smiling at his phone all the time, making up the worst excuses just to go home early, and acting different in a way that was so clear he wasnât fooling anyone. your friends werenât idiots either. youâd told them enough details already, and theyâd connected the dots themselves.
the thing was, none of you had ever brought whatever this was out into the open before. at home it was easy. you were roommates, no one else around, and it didnât feel like you needed to define it. but here, in front of everyone, a kiss, even a tiny one, meant something else. it meant people would start asking questions. it meant youâd have to talk about it. you laughed under your breath, more out of nerves than anything, and gave him a look that said really? here? and he rubbed the back of his neck like he didnât know how to explain himself. âsorry,â he muttered, but not in a way that sounded like he actually regretted it. more like he regretted the timing. you didnât say anything, just shook your head, and the two of you walked out together, trying to act like nothing happened. but the hallway was still buzzing, and you could feel eyes on your back the whole time. his friends were definitely going to bring it up later, and your friends were already blowing up your phone.Â
a few nights later, you were just sitting on the couch with him watching tv, when jake suddenly turned to you and said, âyou know i never actually took you on a date.â it was random, no lead up, just dropped in the middle of whatever episode was playing. you looked at him and asked, âdo you want to?â and he didnât hesitate, just nodded immediately and said, âof course i do.â you laughed at how serious he looked, like heâd been planning that line in his head. then you told him how the two of you had skipped a few steps in this whole thing, and he laughed back, agreeing, saying it was the first time heâd ever lived with a girl before even kissing her. you reminded him heâd done a lot of things with you before kissing you, and that made him smirk. he leaned over, went right for you, and things got heated again in a way that left the rest of the night blurry. it wasnât anything new for the two of you, but it made the next day stand out even more.
the next day, jake actually followed through. he kept it quiet until later, but you noticed how he was watching you get ready, leaning against the doorframe of your room with his arms crossed and that stupid grin he always got when he thought he was being subtle. you couldnât put mascara on without him sneaking behind you and stealing a kiss on your cheek or the corner of your mouth. by the time you finally managed to get dressed and say you were ready, you already had to fix your lipstick because he wouldnât keep his hands off you. he ended up taking you to this restaurant you didnât even know he was aware of, the kind with dim lights and real cloth napkins, and it felt way more romantic than you were expecting. it was weird because until that moment, you had been convinced that whatever you had with jake was basically roommates who hooked up sometimes (all the times, to be exact). heâd never said anything that pointed in another direction. but sitting across from him, watching the way he leaned in when you talked, how he didnât even look around the room once, just stayed focused on you the whole time, it hit you that maybe he was taking this seriously. maybe heâd been taking it seriously from the start and you were only just noticing.
that month just blurred into something you couldnât really label, but anyone watching wouldâve called it obvious. you woke up next to him more often than not, even though technically you had your own room. he made coffee for you when he was already in the kitchen, sometimes adding too much sugar on purpose just to watch you complain and drink it anyway. you sat on the couch with your legs across his lap while he absentmindedly rubbed your ankle during whatever show you two were pretending to pay attention to. he kissed you in the middle of conversations, in the middle of you yelling at him, in the middle of you doing literally nothing. the hot moments didnât go away either. brushing teeth side by side sometimes ended with you pressed against the bathroom sink. âgoodnightâ kisses had a tendency to spiral until you were both late for whatever you had to wake up for the next day. there were lazy afternoons where he sat at the end of your bed, scrolling on his phone, and you tugged him back under the covers just to see how fast heâd cave. it all felt stupidly natural, like youâd been doing it forever, but also new enough that every time it happened you caught yourself smiling after.
so when sunghoon invited you both to a party, you didnât really discuss it. you just went together like it was the default. you were getting ready in your room, digging through a pile of clothes while jake sat on your desk chair, spinning slowly and watching you with way too much interest. âiâm kind of excited for tonight,â he said out of nowhere.
you glanced at him in the mirror. âwhy?â
he leaned back casually, like it was nothing. âbecause i love showing people how pretty my girlfriend is.â
you froze mid-mascara stroke, nearly poking yourself in the eye, then turned around. âwhat did you just say?â
he blinked, all fake innocence. âwhat? i just saidââ
âno, no, you said the g word,â you cut him off, pointing at him.
he tilted his head, playing dumb. âg word? what g word?â
âgirlfriend,â you said, wide eyed.
he grinned. âoh, that. well, if you donât like it, i can always call you my roommate instead. the r word.â
you burst out laughing. âroommate is not the same thing.â
âi donât know, i think itâs got a nice ring to it.â
âshut up,â you said, still laughing. âi actually like the other one better, but if youâre gonna call me that, you should at least ask properly.â
his smirk got sharper. âa proper request, huh? i can do that. but if i do it now, weâre definitely gonna be late to sunghoonâs party.â and before you could respond, he was already standing, already crossing the room, already leaning down into you. whatever thought you had about finishing your eyeliner or getting out the door on time just dissolved, because apparently his version of a proper request involved making sure you completely forgot the party even existed for at least another half hour.
after that night, things just settled into something that felt permanent. heâd hold your bag while you tied your shoes, youâd grab his drink when you went to the kitchen, heâd keep his hand on your back when you walked through crowded places. you were in each otherâs space constantly, but it never got heavy, it only got easier. jake realized it later, in this quiet way that hit him when he least expected it. like when he was brushing his teeth and you walked by in one of his shirts, humming some stupid song, and he caught himself smiling with toothpaste foam in his mouth. or when he stayed up too late on his laptop and you fell asleep against him on the couch, your head sliding down his shoulder, and he didnât even move because he didnât want to wake you.Â
he had been stuck on you from the beginning, even when he didnât want a roommate, even when he told himself it would just be temporary, even when he thought heâd keep a little distance. he couldnât. every time he tried, you pulled him back without even noticing. it was just the truth: he couldnât let go of you, even when he thought he wanted to.
one night, you were both stretched out on the couch, the tv running something neither of you were paying attention to, and you asked, almost offhand, if he ever ended up answering the housing office about switching apartments. he glanced over at you, chewing at the inside of his cheek like he always did when he was pretending to think about something serious, and then he smiled in that way that was a little smug but still soft.
âoh, baby, iâll never leave you if you keep holding me this way.â
ŕ Ë. áľáľ ronnie's notes: idk i blacked out and wrote 30k of horny roommates fic for addie @jakesimfromstatefarm, donât ask me how but here we are. sheâs jake utted, she loves roommates to lovers, and i guess my brain went okay fine and gave in. this whole thing was actually inspired by stockholm syndrome by one direction (yes, iâm in my 1d phase again) and tbh i was lowkey scared itâd be too cliche at first but honestly i think it turned out to be one of the fics iâm proudest of, especially the smut lmao so yeah this fic is horny, has way too much pining, and accidentally got more feelings than i planned. but itâs also pure fun, and if addie doesnât scream at me after reading this, iâm officially quitting. THANK UUUUUUU
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winning back a bad bitch is harder than losing one- sunghoon edition.
desperate ex!hoon x reader. super suggestive. funny. readers petty but in denial! decided to make this for all members, beginnin with hee! here's hee's.
.áwarnings/tags: slow burn, gaming buddies, video game terms, texting, sexting, soft dom!heeseung, shy!reader, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, pet names (princess, baby), praising, dry humping, oral (f & m rec), cum eating, unprotected sex, p in v, confessing, reader is down bad for heeseung, fluff
⥠you started as friends who played games at nightânow heâs the one making you moan into his pillow.
.áwc: 15.9k (no proofread)
Itâs been a year since Heeseung joined the friend group. Some random guy Jungwon brought into the server one night for a last-minute League match, and who never really left. Every night like clockwork, your group piles into Discord: Valorant, League of Legends, horror co-ops that get you all screaming in sync. Most nights end in swearing, laughing, or someone rage quitting, usually Heeseung, and sometimes everyone. Heâs sharp-tongued, quick-witted, and stupidly good at every game he touches. A little cocky, kind of a menace, and unfortunately for you, exactly your type.
Youâve had a crush on him almost as long as youâve known him. Actually no, youâve been in love with him, not that heâd ever guess. Or maybe he would. He teases you like he knows youâll blush, throws in little pet names and innuendos like heâs testing you for a reaction. But you always brush it off as just another part of the bit. Youâre just the girl he likes to mess with during late-night ranked queues. It doesnât mean anything. Even if your heart does this weird flutter thing whenever he says your name.
âWhereâs my duo?â you ask the second you join voice chat, headset sliding over your ears. âYou bitches better not have started without me.â A chorus of greetings erupts, Jay, Sunghoon, Jungwon, and two others you recognize from another Discord server. Everyoneâs already in the Valorant lobby, bouncing around agents and bantering over voice chat. âCalm down,â Sunghoon laughs. âYouâre only, like, twenty minutes late.â You correct him, âFashionably.â Then his voice comes through. Lazier, deeper, more smug than usual. âNice of you to show up, princess.â You roll your eyes even as your stomach flutters. âSorry, didnât realize I had to run my schedule by you.â you shoot back. Heeseung hums in your ear like heâs unbothered. âYou do when you keep dodging games just to avoid being carried.â You scoff. âCarried? Please. Youâre always the first to die.â Jay cuts in, laughing. âHere we go again.â Itâs always like this, bickering that toes the line between hostile and flirtatious, drawing amused reactions from everyone else in the group. Itâs part of the rhythm now. You give Heeseung shit, he throws it right back, and everyone else acts like itâs some kind of soap opera theyâve been watching for seasons. âBet she top frags this round.â Jungwon says, grinning. âShe wonât,â Heeseung says at the exact same time. Then adds, âIf she does, itâs because I softened them up first.â
âOh my god,â you groan, snorting a laugh. âCope harder.â You lock in Clove. Heeseung picks Jett. Predictable. The match loads in, and everyone starts joking over vc while you check your loadout. Your team takes the first site, and somehow the round is over in seconds, three clean shots from you, one assist, and Heeseungâs kill coming in dead last. âDamn, sheâs actually carrying.â Jay says with mock awe. âSay thank you.â you say sweetly. âThank you, queen.â Then someone else, a guy you vaguely know named Kai, whoâs only been playing with the group for a week or two, speaks up. âCarry me again like that and Iâll eat your pussy, mama.â You freeze for half a second, just long enough for your brain to register what he said, and then you giggle. Not because youâre actually into it, but because itâs so fucking unhinged. âYeah?â you say, leaning into the joke. âSay less.â The whole call erupts in laughter. âBro.â Jay wheezes.âYouâre wild for that.â Sunghoon says.
âDonât test me.â Kai says again, voice still flirty. And then Heeseung speaks. Calm. Too calm. âJesus Christ, can you not be a pain in the ass for, like, one game?â The laughter stops for a second. You glance at the chat window instinctively, itâs like the air shifted. He didnât sound like he was joking. Kai lets out an awkward laugh. âRelax, man. Itâs a joke.â Heeseung hums, dry. âThen try making a funny one.â It goes quiet again, not dead silence, but that weird kind of pause where everyoneâs pretending not to notice the tension. You hear someoneâs keyboard clack in the background. In-game footsteps echo in your ears. âYou good, Hee?â You speak up carefully. âIâm great,â he says, âJust bored of hearing you flirt with losers.â Your heart stutters. That one didnât sound like a joke either. Even Jay seems caught off guard. âYo, that sounded personal.â âItâs not,â Heeseung says immediately. Too quickly. âLetâs just win the round.â
And he does exactly that, goes full sweat mode for the rest of the match. Dashes into sites solo, gets two aces in a row, doesnât speak unless itâs a callout. The rest of the group fills the silence with jokes and teasing, but you donât miss the shift. Heeseung always plays aggressive, but tonight it feels pointed. Like heâs got something to prove. To you. Or to someone else, youâre not sure, but your stomach is buzzing.
The match ends with a win, somehow, Heeseung top frags, of course, and Kai logs off without saying goodbye. The group starts leaving one by one. âAlright, Iâm out.â Sunghoon yawns. âGGs.â âSame.â Jay says. âI canât feel my eyes.â âGoodnight, lovebirds.â Jungwon mutters under his breath before he leaves. You scoff. âShut up.â Heeseung doesnât say anything. Eventually, itâs just the two of you. Still in voice chat. The lobby music looping softly in the background. You think about leaving, but your hand hovers over the disconnect button and never quite clicks. Heeseung exhales. You hear the soft creak of his chair. Then, âHow come youâre not leaving?â You blink at your screen. His voice is different now, low and quiet, not teasing. âI donât know,â you say. âDidnât want to so early.â He hums. âGuess that means I scared everyone off.â You smile faintly, chewing on your lip. âYou kinda went off on that guy.â
He doesnât respond immediately. âYeah. I didnât like what he said.â You tilt your head. âBecause it was gross orâŚ?â Thereâs a pause. âBecause it was you.â he says.vYour breath catches. You wish you could see his face, but all you have is the green ring around his icon lighting up. ââŚOh.â Another pause. It stretches long enough to border on awkward, until he cuts the silence with a sudden, dry little mutter, âGod, donât make me say something corny at 3AM. Iâll literally throw myself out the window.â You laugh, soft and surprised. âThere it is,â he says, pleased. âI was waiting for that.â You raise a brow. âFor what?â you ask. âYou always laugh like that when youâre trying not to.â You protest, âi do not.â But your voice is too light, too amused to sound serious. âYou do,â he says, and you can hear the grin behind his words. âItâs cute.â Your stomach flips. âAre you flirting with me, Heeseung?â you ask, trying to make it sound like a joke, but it comes out breathy, shy. He lets out a soft laugh. âI donât know. Are you gonna flirt back this time or just ignore it like always?â You go quiet. Then, âYou notice that?â
âCourse I notice that,â he says. âI notice everything when it comes to you.â Your cheeks go warm. You look away from your screen, heart thudding stupidly. ââŚYouâre not as smooth as you think,â you mumble. He yawns, loud, exaggerated. âMmm. Still made you laugh. Still made you stay in call.â You roll your eyes, âYouâre impossible.â and smile. âYeah, but you like me.â You want to say something back. Something playful or clever. But instead, you just go quiet. He doesnât push. After a beat, he says, softer this time, âYou sound tired.â You lean back on your chair. âMm. Kinda am,â you admit. âBut comfy.â âYeah?â he says. âStay a little longer?â You nod, forgetting he canât see you. âOkay.â Thereâs a long pause where neither of you talk, just the sound of keyboard clicking as he hovers around his screen, maybe checking stats, maybe just filling the silence. Then, quietly, âYou know I wasnât just teasing, right?â Your eyes flick to your monitor. âAbout what?â
âEarlier. The guy. The flirting.â His voice drops an octave, a little husky now. âI donât like hearing other guys talk to you like that. Even if itâs a joke.â You donât answer right away. Youâre too busy staring at your screen like itâs going to tell you what to say. âI didnât think you cared.â you admit. He laughs again, gentler. âIâve been caring for a while, princess.â Your heart stumbles. You bite your lip. ââŚI kinda like when you call me that,â you whisper. He hums, satisfied. âI know.â You giggle, sleepy and flustered and way too warm all of a sudden. He lets out a soft sigh, then mutters, âIf we were on cam, youâd be blushing, huh?â
âShut up.â
âThat a yes?â
âShut up, Heeseung.â
He laughs, warm, lazy. âSleepy girl.â
You giggle softly, cheeks already warm. âYouâre so corny, Hee.â He doesnât miss a beat. âYou love it though.â You pause, just a second too long. âMmm⌠kinda.â He chuckles, just this soft, fond sound that sinks right into your skin. âCute.â Your heart skips. You donât know what to say to that, so you just smile to yourself, suddenly way too aware of how quiet it is now, just you, him, and that little green ring lighting up every time he speaks. Neither of you says much after that. You just sit there in the silence, not awkward, not heavy, just full of something unspoken. Your eyes start to flutter closed. You think you hear him shift in his chair. Maybe yawn. You donât log off. Neither does he.
Itâs almost midnight by the time everyoneâs in the lobby again. League this time, ranked. Youâve got your hoodie on, cup of something warm on your desk, legs curled up in your chair. Your screen lights up with everyoneâs icons, voices overlapping in Discord. âWhy are we doing this to ourselves.â Jay groans as he hovers over his champion. âBecause,â you reply sweetly, âwe have no self respect.â Then, âSpeak for yourself,â Heeseung mutters. âIâm here to carry.â You roll your eyes, âYou wish.â smiling already. âOh my god,â Sunghoon groans. âYou two start the exact same way every game.â
âWait until she dies in lane,â Heeseung says. âThen sheâll blame me like usual.â
âBecause you gank at level six like a coward.â
You hear him snort. âDonât need to gank when you feed their mid laner for me.â
The game loads in. You settle into your rhythm fast, poking, last-hitting, barely listening to the chaos on comms. But every time Heeseungâs voice filters through your headset, you feel it, that lingering buzz from last night. The way he called you cute. The way you didnât want to leave the call. You donât know if it meant something. But you feel different now. Every time he says your name, it lands heavier than before. Fifteen minutes in, youâve got your third kill, and Heeseungâs still climbing his way up in the jungle. You start pushing your lane harder, greedy. âDamn,â Kai says over comms. âSheâs actually carrying again?â
âShe does that,â Sunghoon says. âEvery once in a while.â
Kai laughs. âShit. If I play support next round, will you reward me, mama?â
You groan, already bracing yourself. âI mean damn,â he adds, âIâd let you leash me any day.â
The call explodes with groans. You groan too, out of habit, âYouâre actually insane, dude.â
âYou like it,â he says, clearly proud of himself.
You donât reply, clicking back to lane. Youâre not even thinking about it really. Until you hearâŚnothing. Heeseungâs gone silent. Not muted. Not disconnected. Just quiet. Then your phone buzzes. You glance at it out of instinct, brows furrowing.
Heeseung [12:16am]
tell your little fanboy to chill lol
You glance at the screen, smirking a little. You donât reply , just keep farming, like your heart isnât suddenly going crazy.
Buzz.
Heeseung [12:17am]
kinda annoying hearing him talk to u like that tbh
Buzz.
Heeseung [12:17am]
doesnât even say it right
if anyoneâs gonna call you mama it should be me
You choke on your own breath. Your mouse stutters for a second. One of your minions dies.
Buzz.
Heeseung [12:18am]
jk
Buzz.
Heeseung [12:18am]
unless u like it
Your skin is burning. You tuck your phone away without replying, biting back a smile. Across your headset, the match keeps goingâKaiâs talking again, but his voice barely registers. Youâre not listening to him anymore. Youâre only hearing Heeseung. You donât reply to his messages. Mostly because you donât trust yourself to. Your fingers are still shaky on the keyboard as the match rolls on. Heeseungâs acting normal again in vc, throwing out short callouts, occasionally bickering with Sunghoon, playing it cool like he didnât just imply he wants to call you mama.
Your phone buzzes again once, but you ignore it this time. Your laneâs pushing, and your team is moving toward Baron. You focus. You click fast. And when Kai dies again, whining about being âbaited,â youâre already ready to kill. You slide in, ult ready, and drop three of them before they can react, smooth, clean, and so fast that Jay literally yells through his mic. âOH MY GODâokay, sheâs cracked tonight.â
âBro, what was that?â Sunghoon laughs. âAre you sweating?â
Youâre already smiling to yourself when you hear it. Low. Offhanded. Just one beat late.
âGood job, baby.â
Everything stops. No one else reacts. But you hear it. Loud and clear. Your brain scrambles. You donât know if anyone else caught it, maybe he was leaning too close to his mic, maybe it just blended in with the chaos, but your stomach drops. In a good way. In a terrifying way. You go quiet for a few seconds, and then, ââŚWhatâd you just call me?â Thereâs a beat of silence. Then Heeseungâs voice, smooth as ever, âHm? I said good job.â
You narrow your eyes. âNo, you didnât.â
âMightâve added something,â he says casually. âYou complaining?â
You hate that your face is hot. You hate it more that you smile.
ââŚYouâre annoying,â you mumble, half-giggling.
âStill blushing though.â he replies, grinning into his mic.
Sunghoon: âWhat did I miss?â
Jay: âI knew something was going on with you two.â
You groan, tugging your hoodie over your mouth. âPlay the damn game,â you mutter, but your voice is way too giddy to be taken seriously. And even though everyone goes back to screaming over objectives and team fights, your headâs somewhere else completely. Still stuck on that word. Baby.
Itâs the next night. Everyoneâs in voice chat againâsame group, same vibe. But now you know what he said last time. He knows you heard it. And he hasnât brought it up since. Heâs acting normal again, but youâre not letting him off the hook that easily. The match is halfway through. Youâve just landed a perfect kill steal on Heeseungâs target, claiming the bounty right out from under him. He groans dramatically. âYou seriously just took that?â You smirk, leaning into your mic. âMhm. Had to show off for you, baby.â Silence. Total, absolute, silence.
Jay wheezes. âWait.â
Sunghoon: âDid she justâ?â
You donât say anything else.
But you can feel Heeseung scrambling on the other side of his headset. He doesnât speak for a few seconds, which, for him, is a lot. Then he clears his throat. âYou trying to start something, princess?â You smile. âJust matching energy.â He lets out a low laugh, little breathless, a little impressed. âDangerous game,â he mutters. âCareful or I might start taking you seriously.â You tilt your head, pretending to think. âMaybe I want you to.â He doesnât respond right away. And when he does, his voice is quieter. ââŚNoted.â
Youâre walking behind Heeseung in-game, flashlight beam jittering as you peek into dark hallways. You are playing Phasmaphobia, already regretting letting the boys talk you into this. âIs thatâ? No, okay, thatâs just a shadow.â you mumble, heart racing. Heeseung laughs softly through the mic. âYou alright back there?â
âNo,â you whisper, sticking close. âWhy do you sound so calm?â
ââCause Iâm brave,â he says casually, like itâs obvious. âYouâre the scaredy cat .â
You roll your eyes. âShut up.â
âYou are,â he continues, voice smooth. âCute though. I like it.â
Your stomach flips. You keep your eyes on the screen, trying to act unfazed. âNot my fault youâre so bad at protecting me.â you murmur. He pauses for half a second.
Then, âOh, thatâs how weâre playing tonight?â
You smile, shy but satisfied. âI didnât say anything.â
âMm. You didnât have to.â
Jayâs voice cuts in on voice chat, âGuys? Where the hell are you two?â
âClearing the hallway,â Heeseung answers smoothly. âSheâs being brave.â
You donât say anything, but you know he hears your quiet giggle, even through your mic.
Itâs almost 3AM when the final round ends. Everyoneâs laughing, still on edge from that last chase. Jayâs cackling over some glitch, Sunghoonâs threatening to uninstall the game, and youâre still trying to slow your heartbeat. Then Heeseungâs voice cuts in, calm and lazy through the mic. âAlright, Iâm out. I need to shower before I crash.â You blink at your screen, suddenly still. âDamn, itâs that serious?â Jay says, yawning. âAlright, night bro.â
âNight, losers,â Heeseung says with a smirk in his voice. âLater, princess.â
Your stomach flips, but before you can even think of a reply, his little green Discord ring goes gray. Gone. You try not to pout. The call slowly empties, one by one, goodnights echoing into silence until itâs just you. Alone in the lobby, your fingers hovering over the keyboard, still hoping heâd maybe rejoin. But he doesnât. So you log off too. Toss your headphones aside, get up and do your skincare, brush your teeth, your hair, fluff your pillows. But you donât feel sleepy yet. Youâre scrolling aimlessly on your phone, tucked under your blanket, when it lights up suddenly.
Incoming call: Heeseung
Your breath catches. Heâs calling you. At 3:27AM. You stare at it for half a second, then answer. âHello?â you say, voice soft and a little surprised. âHey.â His voice is warm, low, a little rough. You can tell heâs laying down too. âI thought you were going to sleep,â you murmur. âI was,â he says, quieter now. âShower helped, but⌠I donât know. Something felt off.â You wait, heartbeat picking up. âDidnât get to talk to you.â Your lips curve into the softest smile.
âI was waiting for you to stay.â
âI know,â he says. âI wanted to.â
Then thereâs a pause, intimate, quiet. âYou comfy now?â he asks. âMhm. Just got in bed.â Another pause. âWish I could see you.â
You bite your lip. âYouâre sweet tonight.â you whisper. He chuckles. âYou make me sweet.â
Heeseungâs quiet for a few seconds. Then, casually, âYou played good tonight.â You blink, surprised. âReally?â
âYeah,â he says. âCarried my ass a couple times.â
You let out a soft laugh. âI always do.â He chuckles too, low and warm. âYouâre not gonna let me be nice, huh?â
âMm, maybe not.â
Thereâs a pause, not awkward, just weighted.
âYou ever think about playing just us?â he asks, voice a little softer. Your heart stutters. âLike duo by ourselves?â you say quickly, trying to play it cool. He hums. âSomething like that.â You bite your lip, smiling into the darkness. âMaybe.â He doesnât push it. Just lets the silence stretch again. âYou sleepy?â he asks gently. You nod, even though he canât see. âYeah. You?â
âMhm.â A beat. âDidnât wanna sleep without hearing you again.â You go quiet, your heart going crazy. ââŚYouâre sweet,â you whisper. He breathes a little laugh. âDonât tell anyone.â You smile. âSecretâs safe with me.â Thereâs one last pause, so full of things neither of you say. Then finally, he says, âSleep well, princess.â
âGoodnight, Hee.â
He hangs up. But you donât sleep for a long time.
Discord is chaotic as alwaysâhalf the team is yelling over each other mid-match, someoneâs mic is echoing, and Sunghoonâs pretending to AFK just to piss people off. Youâre trying to focus, but your mindâs a little too full of Heeseung. Ever since that late-night call, everything feels shifted. More intense. Every time he talks in call, your chest gets tight. And when his icon lights up just to say your name, itâs worse. âOkay, SaturdayâHeeseungâs place?â Jake says. âYeah, Iâm in,â Sunghoon says. âSomeone bring snacks.â Then Heeseung, smooth as ever, âYou coming, princess?â You blink. Swallow the flutter in your chest. âUhâŚyeah. Sure.â you say quickly, trying to sound casual. But barely a beat later, your screen lights up with a DM.
Heeseung [11:45 pm]
u donât sound excited
Your lips twitch.
You [11:45 pm]
i am
Heeseung [11:46 pm]
lol?
thatâs all i get?
You shake your head, smiling to yourself.
You [11:46 pm]
focus on the game hee
Thereâs a short pause.
Heeseung [11:47 pm]
not when you say my name like that
You bite your lip.
But before you can answer, Heeseung suddenly says in vc, âYoâwho just stole my red buff? I swear to god.â Everyone starts yelling again. The moment breaks, but not completely. It lingers underneath the noise, quiet and warm.
Itâs almost 2:30 a.m. when your phone buzzes. Youâre curled up in bed, scrolling aimlessly, already half-asleep. The soft glow of your screen lights up your dark room.
Heeseung [2:28 am]
u still up?
You blink at the message, a tiny smile tugging at your lips.
You [2:28 am]
barely
was abt to sleep
Heeseung [2:28 am]
wait
look at this
A photo comes through. It loads slowly, thanks to your shitty Wi-Fi, but when it does, your breath catches. Heeseung, shirtless. Pyjama pants slung low on his hips, just enough to tease, the band of his boxers peeking out. And right in the center of the frame, curled up perfectly in his lap, his small, fluffy kitty, fast asleep.
Heeseung [2:30 am]
isnât she cute :)
You swallow, staring at the picture a little too long.
You [2:31 am]
so cute
must be comfy there too
The typing bubble appears almost immediately.
Heeseung [2:31 am]
yeah?
u jealous princess?
You grin at your screen, heart racing.
You [2:31 am]
hmm
maybe a lil :3
He doesnât respond right away. You wonder if you went too far, until your phone vibrates again.
Heeseung [2:33 am]
could make room for u too
You stare at the words, pulse jumping.
You [2:33 am]
bold
Heeseung [2:34 am]
not bold if itâs true
u always look tired after carrying me anyway
You let out a soft laugh, trying to hide the way your cheeks are burning.
You [2:34 am]
i hate u
Heeseung [2:34 am]
no u donât
you like me too much
You donât reply right away. Instead, you bite your lip, heart pounding in the quiet dark.
You [2:35 am]
maybe :>
Heeseung [2:35 am]
see you saturday bby
sleep tight
You set your phone down on your chest and stare at the ceiling, grinning like an idiot. No shot youâre sleeping now.
You hadnât seen Heeseung in two weeks, not in person, at least, but the late-night texts and flirty voice chats had kept him pressed into your mind like a fingerprint. Every time he called you âprincessâ every teasing message he sent before bed, made you blush behind your screen like some lovesick idiot. So yeah, now that you were about to see him again, you were nervous. Stupidly nervous. You stood in front of your mirror for way too long that afternoon, picking out something cute but not obvious, landing on a short, flowy dress that made you feel pretty. It felt casual enough not to raise eyebrows, but still, you hoped heâd notice. You wanted him to.
You met up with the others at the corner near Heeseungâs place. Everyone was buzzing with energy, talking about what games theyâd play, what movies theyâd watch, how long they were gonna stay. You tried to laugh along and act normal, but your heart beat louder with every step closer to his house. And then, you were there. One of the guys knocked on Heeseungâs door, you held your breath. A few seconds later, it swung open. He was standing there in a black hoodie and gray sweats, hair a little messy like heâd just run a hand through it before opening up. His eyes skimmed lazily over the group, and then landed on you. They didnât move for a moment. Neither did yours. âYo.â one of the others greeted him. Heeseung smirked. âYou guys are late.â Then, to you, voice a little quieter, a little warmer, âYou coming in, princess?â Your stomach flipped. âUh, Yeah.â You tried to play it cool, stepping past him like your skin wasnât already prickling from just hearing his voice up close.
You walk into the apartment, your eyes adjusting to the soft orange glow spilling across the living room. It was warm in there, literally and figuratively, the kind of cozy that made you want to curl into a blanket and never leave. Lamps instead of overhead lights, a couple of pillows tossed lazily across the couch, the faint scent of something like vanilla and laundry detergent lingering in the air. You quietly took a seat on the couch, smoothing your dress under your thighs. The fabric felt short when you sat, but you kept your expression neutral, pretending like you werenât already hyper-aware of Heeseung moving around behind you. He dropped down into the armchair across from you, spreading his legs slightly, elbows on his knees. The hoodie he wore was unzipped, the edge of a plain white t-shirt barely clinging to his collarbones. He caught your eye for a second, just a second, and gave you a small smile. You looked away first.
The rest of the group slowly filtered into the living room, loud and casual like always. One of them kicked off their shoes and flopped dramatically onto the rug. âSo,â someone said, clapping their hands together. âAre we being normal and playing something like Monopoly, or are we ruining friendships tonight with Uno?â
âUno,â Heeseung said immediately, leaning back in his chair. âNo mercy.â
âIâm voting for Mario Kart,â someone else chimed in from the floor. âGet on later and let me kick your ass, Lee.â
âBro, last time you said that, I fucking stepped on you.â
Laughter erupted across the room. You giggled quietly, tucking your hands into your lap. It was easy being here. Loud, chaotic, but safe, like always. The way it always had been. ExceptâŚExcept now Heeseung looked at you differently. They eventually settled on starting with a few board games, pushing aside the clutter on the coffee table and pulling out the boxes. Sunghoon opened the food delivery app and started taking ordersâhalf the group wanted ramen, the other half wanted pizza. You stayed mostly quiet, watching it all unfold with a small smile, your knee gently bouncing on the couch. Every now and then, Heeseungâs eyes flicked toward you. When they did, he didnât look away. He just watched, like he was content to see you sitting there, finally within reach again.
The living room had grown quieter since earlier, the post-game, post-food lull settling into everyone. Someone had queued up a movie, someone sprawled out across the couch and floor with blankets, while the others argued over what snacks were left and who was going to eat them. You slipped away quietly, rising from your seat and heading into the kitchen with an empty soda can in hand. The orange glow from under the cabinets bathed the room in a soft warmth, the hum of the fridge buzzing steadily behind you. You opened it, pretending to look for something, even though you werenât really hungry. Your heart was beating too fast anyway. You closed the door and turned around, only to find Heeseung standing in the doorway. He wasnât looking for snacks.
His hands were stuffed casually into the front pocket of his hoodie, his expression unreadable in the dim light. The laughter from the living room felt distant, muffled by the walls between you. He stepped inside slowly, letting the door swing shut behind him. âBeen looking at you all night.â he said, voice low. You blinked, caught off guard. âWhat?â His eyes dropped, just for a second, to your dressâthe way it clung softly to your waist before fluttering down your thighs. âThat little dress,â he said, a faint smile tugging at his lips. âYou wore it for me, didnât you?â You scoffed softly, trying to hide the way your stomach turned. âShut up.â He tilted his head, amused. âWhat? Iâm wrong?â You didnât answer. He stepped closer. Not touching you yet, just close enough that you could smell the fabric softener clinging to his hoodie.
âYou look so pretty, princess.â he said gently. Your breath hitched. The nickname sounded different when he said it here, alone, with the world gone quiet around you. No Discord call. No other people. Just himâtall and warm and real in front of you. âYouâre gonna make me blush.â you whispered, glancing up at him through your lashes. He smiled. âThatâs kind of the point.â
His hand rose slowly, like he didnât want to startle you, and he touched your cheek. Fingers warm against your skin. You leaned into it without thinking, eyes fluttering shut. And then he kissed you. Soft and slow. Just enough pressure to make your knees feel a little unsteady. He kissed you like heâd wanted to for a while. And you kissed him back. Your hand came up to rest against the curve of his chest, clutching the fabric of his hoodie like you were afraid to let go. His thumb brushed your cheek. You sighed into him, and he pressed his forehead to yours for a second before pulling back slightly.
Before either of you could say anything, a voice echoed faintly from the other room, âIâll go grab a beer, yâall want something?â You both froze, then stifled a laugh. Heeseungâs hand lingered on your face a moment longer before slipping away. âYou should go,â he said quietly, eyes locked on yours. âBefore someone comes in here and ruins it.â You smiled, breathless. âYeahâŚâ But neither of you moved.
You were the first to step back into the living room. No one looked up, the movie was too loud, and everyone else was too busy bickering over what just happened in the plot. You sank back into your spot on the couch, heartbeat still trying to even out, trying to act normal. Like Heeseungâs mouth hadnât just been on yours. A few seconds later, he came in too, casually, like heâd just gone to the bathroom or gotten a drink or something. But instead of dropping into his old seat across the room, he sat beside you.
Right beside you. No one said anything. No one noticed. But you did. You were hyper-aware of every shiftâthe way the cushion dipped slightly under his weight, the warmth of his thigh brushing yours. You didnât even dare look at him at first. You just stared ahead, pretending to focus on the screen. Then, his hand landed on your thigh. Your breath caught, but it wasnât like that. It was soft, subtle. Just a palm resting over the fabric of your dress like it belonged there.
He didnât move it. Didnât squeeze, didnât tease. He justâŚlet it be there. And somehow, that was even worse. Eventually, the others started yelling at the TV again, someone shouting âYOU IDIOT WHY WOULD YOU GO INTO THE BASEMENT ALONE?â and the whole room dissolved into laughter. Heeseungâs hand slid away. But only to settle beside your thigh, knuckles just barely brushing the hem of your dress. You hesitated, heart thudding, before you let your pinky drop, feather-light, against his.
And he hooked it, like it was nothing. Like it was everything. You finally looked up at him, hust briefly. His gaze was already on you. He didnât smile, not quite. But his expression softened, like he was memorizing this, keeping it tucked away somewhere quiet just for him. Your cheeks burned, you looked away, but you didnât pull your hand back.
It was late when everyone finally started gathering their things. The movie had long since ended, and the energy in the room was quiet and warm, a buzz of satisfied laughter and sleepy goodbyes. Shoes were slipped on, jackets thrown over shoulders, as one by one, people trickled toward the front door. You were the last to follow. Dragging your steps a little, pretending you were still putting your phone in your bag, but really, you were just hoping heâd say something. Do something. And he did.
As you reached the door, Heeseung caught your wrist gently. Just for a second. Just enough to make you stop and glance back at him. He stepped closer, leaning down just slightly. And before you could even say anything, he pressed a kiss to your cheek. Warm. Quick. So casual, but not casual at all. His lips lingered for just a second before pulling back. âGoodnight, princess.â he murmured. Your chest fluttered. You tried to respond, but your words caught somewhere between your throat and your racing heart. All you could do was smile, cheeks burning, as you stepped out into the night. You didnât even remember saying goodbye to the others. You just kept touching your cheek where his mouth had been.
Another night, another game. Everyone was online, the Discord call full of laughing and yelling as you all loaded into a League match. But it felt different this time. You could feel it immediately, even before Heeseung joined. Your heart jumped a little when his icon lit up green. âYo.â he said, like always. âHi.â you replied softly. He hummed, low and warm. âMiss me already?â Someone snorted in the background, Kai probably, but you didnât even flinch. âMaybe a little,â you said, light and teasing. âDonât let it get to your head.â He chuckled. âToo late, princess.â Nobody commented. Nobody knew. But you could hear the grin in his voice, and the sound made something tug low in your stomach. You played League. You laughed with the others. The usual trash talk flew back and forth, but the way Heeseung talked to you now? It wasnât the same.
When you stole a kill from him, he groaned dramatically. âWow. Canât believe my own girlfriend would do me like that.â You choked. âHeeseungâ!â
âSorry, sorry,â he said, not sounding sorry at all. âStill pending, I guess.â
Kai laughed. âDamn, sheâs got you whipped.â
Heeseung only hummed again. âCan you blame me?â
Your cheeks burned, but you didnât deny it. You just pushed your mic away a little, smiled at your screen, and kept playing.
You were mid-game, headset on, pretending to be fully focused, but your phone kept lighting up beside you. You shouldnât have looked.
Heeseung [11:26 pm]
u looked really pretty yesterday btw
Your fingers stuttered on the keyboard.
You [11:26 pm]
heeseung please focus iâm literally dying in mid rn
Heeseung [11:26 pm]
how am i supposed to focus when u looked like that in that dress
unfair tbh
Your face was burning. You typed quickly, glancing at your minimap.
You [11:26 pm]
stop distracting me :(
Heeseung [11:27 pm]
canât help it
u get all shy when i text u and itâs cute asf
You tried so hard to keep a straight face. Then, right when you were getting pushed under tower, Heeseungâs champion appeared in lane. Ganked clean. You got the kill. âNice!â you said out loud, a little breathless. And then you heard it through the headset. âThatâs my girl,â Heeseung murmured. You giggled. Couldnât even help it. The call exploded.
âKill me already,â Sunghoon groaned. âGet a room.â
You pressed a hand over your smile, pretending to focus again, but your phone lit up once more:
Heeseung [11:30 pm]
u liked that baby?
You bit your lip, trying not to laugh again. The match was still going, your screen full of chaos, but all you could think about was the heat spreading over your cheeks.
You [11:30 pm]
maybe i didd
The typing bubble popped up right away.
Heeseung [11:30 pm]
yeah?
bet youâd like it even more if i whispered it in ur ear while u were on my lap
Your stomach flipped, pulse thudding deep in your chest. You squeezed your knees together under your desk and stared at your screen, barely registering the game anymore.
You [11:31 pm]
hee.
stoppp thatâs not fair :(
Heeseung [11:31 pm]
aww babyâs getting all shy now?
cute
You didnât answer right away, and he didnât need you to. He knew exactly what he was doing to you. And when he pinged on the map again to come help you in lane, you swear your hands were trembling.
It was past 2 a.m. now. The group was deep into another League match, your sixth of the night. And the fourth loss. Everyone was tilted. Half-joking, swearing under their breath. But HeeseungâŚHeeseung was seething. You could hear it in the way he was clicking. Rapid, furious, sharp. His voice had dropped into this low, tight drawl as he muttered, âThis junglerâs a bot. Actually brainless.â You shouldnât have found it attractive. But the heat in his voice, the frustration curling behind every breath, it made your stomach flutter. But then his mic went quiet. You knew that silence. The kind that was dangerous. âBro, this is unplayable,â Heeseung muttered suddenly. His voice sounded a bit raspy and tired. âI canât do this shit anymore. Iâm out.â Disconnect.
The call fell into stunned silence for a second. Then Sunghoon sighed. âYikes.â Your heart dropped. You stared at your screen for a long second, your fingers frozen over your keyboard. You hadnât even typed âgg.â You stayed quiet. Just tried to blink back the weird sting that hit you way too fast. âIâm gonna switch to Valorant,â Jay said. âAnyone else?â
âIâm in,â you mumbled, a little too quickly. You didnât want to log off. Not yet. Not if he texted. So you launched the game, joined a party, and tried to laugh along with the others, but every second that passed, your eyes flicked down to your phone. Still nothing.
It was almost 4 a.m. by the time you logged off. You barely said goodbye, too drained from the string of losses, but more so from the ache in your chest that had settled there after Heeseung left the call. He didnât text. Not once. You went through your usual motions anyway. Washed your face, pulled on an oversized tee, got under the covers with your phone still in hand, brightness low, just mindlessly scrolling. Checking Instagram, discord, his profileâmore than once. Still nothing. Your screen dimmed. You stared at the faint glow on your ceiling, curled under your blanket, and tried not to overthink it. You told yourself he was just mad at the game, not at you. Your phone eventually slipped from your hand onto the pillow beside you. And sometime after, you drifted off, eyes closed, heart a little too heavy for sleep to come easy.
Buzz.
Your screen lit up softly in the dark. You squinted one eye open.
Heeseung [4:21 am]
sry abt that
Your heart thumped. You reached for your phone with a sleepy hand, your fingers a little clumsy as you unlocked it.
Buzz.
Heeseung [4:21 am]
wasnât mad at u or anything
And then, after a moment:
Heeseung [4:23 am]
missed ur voice tbh
Your breath caught. Your thumb hovered over the keyboard, your chest warm, a smile curling on your lips as you looked at the screen.
You [4:24 am]
it was boring without u :(
There was barely a pause before your phone buzzed again.
Heeseung [4:24 am]
yeah baby?
That one made your breath hitch. You turned onto your back, screen hovering above your face now, your lips pressing together to contain the smile threatening to break free.
You [4:24 am]
mhm
wanted u there
The typing bubble appeared again. Stopped. Then came back.
Heeseung [4:25 am]
wanted to be there too
but u know how i get with that game lol
You giggled softly.
You [4:25 am]
i do
but u still sounded hot all pissed off like that
You waited, then cringed a little, your heart racing like âshit why did i say thatâ. A second later:
Heeseung [4:26 am]
oh yeah?
u like when iâm mad baby?
shouldâve seen me after i logged off
was thinking abt u
Your heart stilled.
Heeseung [4:26 am]
couldnât stop thinking abt ur thighs
Your hand went to your chest like you could calm the thunder in your heart.
You [4:26 am]
hee.
you canât say stuff like that rn
Heeseung [4:27 am]
why not?
no oneâs around
just me n my sleepy girl
You [4:27 am]
hmm
u like my thighs? :3
Heeseung [4:27 am]
i love them baby
You stared at his last message, your pulse loud in your ears. You swallowed. Your thumbs hovered over the keyboard for a moment before you typed.
You [4:28 am]
u love them?
Heeseung [4:28 am]
mmhmm
love how soft they looked when u sat next to me
kept thinking abt how warm uâd feel on my lap
Your thighs pressed together instinctively, breath catching. You hesitated. Then, slowly, like some part of you needed him to see, you pushed the blanket down. Your legs were folded up, thighs squished slightly together. Your tiny shorts clung to you, barely covering the top of your legs. With one hand, you tugged your shirt up just enough to show a sliver of your tummy, skin warm and soft under the low light of your phone screen. Your finger trembled as you tapped the shutter. You stared at the photo for a long moment. You didnât look perfect, not posed like other girls might be. But something about it felt so real. So you sent it anyway.
You [4:30 am]
here :)
Three seconds passed. Then five.
Buzz.
Heeseung [4:30 am]
jesus baby
youâre gonna kill me
so fucking pretty
Buzz.
Heeseung [4:30 am]
canât stop looking
want u so bad right now
Your body was warm all over. You stared at his words with your bottom lip between your teeth, your legs slowly stretching under the blanket again, your heart racing faster than it had all night. You type with shaky fingers.
You [4:31 am]
want u too :(
miss u
You donât even care how needy it sounds, because itâs true. You miss the way he looked at you when no one else was watching. You miss the warmth of his hand next to yours. You miss how soft his lips were on yours.
Heeseung [4:31 am]
fuck baby
wish i could sneak into ur bed rn
kiss u slow n make u feel good
You bite your lip hard. Your whole body feels electric , flushed with adrenaline and want. You prop your phone up for a moment, your hand slipping under your oversized shirt. Your palm covers your left tit, squeezing softly. Your thighs shift and spread slightly as you angle the camera, lifting your shirt a little, enough to show a peek of tummy, the curve of your waist, the swell of your thighs pressed together in the low light. You snap the photo, heart hammering. And before you can change your mind, you send it.
Buzz.
Heeseung [4:33 am]
holy fuck
look at u babyâŚ
canât believe u sent this to me
Buzz.
Heeseung [4:33 am]
ur unreal
my pretty girl
all mine yeah?
Your legs curl up under the blanket again, warmth spreading between your thighs as you try to calm your breathing, but itâs impossible now, heâs everywhere, in your head, under your skin.
You [4:34 am]
mhm! only urs
want u so bad :((
Your pulse thunders in your ears as you shift on the bed, tugging your shirt higher. You take your shorts off, leaving your panties on, the cotton clinging to your pussy, soaked through, and you let your legs fall open. One hand moves to squeeze your tit, fingers covering your nipple, the curve of your breast spilling out just enough. Your shirtâs bunched under your chin, tummy soft and exposed. You lift your phone, and take a picture. You stare at it for a moment. You feel sick with nerves. Then:
You [4:35 am]
see? :(
You send the photo and immediately regret it. Not because you donât want him to see itâyou do, so badlyâbut because now thereâs nothing. No reply. You stare at your screen, chewing your bottom lip. One minute passes. Then two. Then three. Your stomach twists, nerves bubbling up like soda fizz under your skin. Was it too much? Did you freak him out? You reach for your phone again just as the screen lights up.
Heeseung [4:39 am]
âŚ.
Your breath catches.
Heeseung [4:39 am]
princess iâm so fucking hard rnâŚ
You bite down on your lip, heart pounding, legs still spread. His message replays in your head again and again. You canât help yourself.
You [4:40 am]
proof? :3
The typing bubble appears instantly. Then disappears. Then itâs still again for a moment, until your screen lights up with a photo. Heâs shirtless, skin flushed, abs tight. His hand is cupping his bulge through soft gray sweats, and the outline is obscene. Big. Thick. Heavy. You swear you let out the softest gasp, your thighs instinctively rubbing together. Heâs huge. You press your phone to your chest, eyes wide, heart fluttering out of rhythm.
You [4:40 am]
ugh hee this is so unfair :((
Heeseung [4:41 am]
wanna make it fair baby
want u to touch yourself for me
You donât even think. Your fingers are already slipping under the waistband of your panties before you start typing, your other hand barely steady.
You [4:41 am]
iâm already touching myself hee :( canât stop
Your cheeks burn, your breath shaky as you press down, wet, aching, throbbing for him.
Heeseung [4:42 am]
fuck princess
wish i was there
iâd take care of u so good
youâd be shaking on my fingers
Your head falls back against your pillow as you whimper, reading and rereading his messages. Heâs so good with his words, you feel them in your chest, between your legs, everywhere.
Heeseung [4:42 am]
how are u touching yourself baby?
You canât even think straight anymore. His messages have your body burning, soaked and aching, and your fingers are moving slow, desperate circles over your clit, and all you can think about is him. The weight of his hand. The sound of his voice. His lips saying âthatâs my girl.â You need him to see you like this. You pull the covers back just a little, breathing shaky as you lift your phone. One hand slips back under the waistband of your panties, your fingers teasing just enough to make your thighs twitch. You snap a photo. Your hand between your legs. Your panties slightly tugged down. Your thighs soft and parted. Youâre trembling when you hit send.
You [4:43 am]
âŚ
Seconds feel like hours.
Heeseung [4:43 am]
jesus fucking christ
look at you
fuck
keep touching yourself just like that
pretend itâs me
Your thumb hovers over the keyboard, the other hand still movingâslow, desperate circles on your clit, slick and messy. Youâre so close already itâs dizzying.
You [4:43 am]
i always pretend itâs u hee :(
You hit send, barely able to see straight. It takes him a moment.
Heeseung [4:44 am]
fuck baby
youâre driving me insane
wish i could hear u right now
whimpering all soft and needy
Another sharp flick of your wrist and you gasp, eyes fluttering shut. You are whimpering, broken, breathy sounds you try to muffle into your pillow.
Heeseung [4:44 am]
keep rubbing that pretty little pussy for me
slow circles baby just like iâd do it
make yourself cum for me yeah?
You [4:44 am]
mhm :((
are u touching yourself too?
You send it while circling your clit just the way he told you toâslow, trembling, and wet. You can barely keep your hand steady, your thighs twitching at every glide. A second later, his response lights up your screen.
Heeseung [4:45 am]
yes baby
canât help it
your pictures, your little sounds in my head
iâm so hard it hurts
That does it. You rub harder, faster, the heat coiling deep in your belly, your hips stuttering into your hand as you let out a tiny gasp, cheeks flushed, lip caught between your teeth. You need more, and he knows it.
Heeseung [4:46 am]
baby
put ur fingers inside for me
pretend itâs my fingers deep inside u
You whimper at the message, already sliding your fingers down lower, slipping them in without resistance. Youâre so wet, they glide in easily, your head tilting back at the stretch, the heat, the ache.
Heeseung [4:46 am]
god i wish it was me
wish i could feel how tight you are
iâd fuck u nice and slow
You moan into your pillow, fingers curling, fucking yourself just like he wouldâthinking about his voice in your ear, his breath on your skin, the way heâd whisper praises in your ear while kissing your neck. It hits hard, your orgasm ripping through you in waves, thighs trembling around your hand, lips parted in a silent cry. You stay like that for a moment, ruined and flushed, before managing to pull your hand away. Still breathless, you lift your phone with shaky fingers and take another photoâyour soaked fingers, a glossy string of cum stretched between them.
You [4:48 am]
made a mess for u hee :)
Heeseung [4:48am]
fuckâŚ
fuck princess
iâm gonna cum
Youâre still catching your breath when your phone buzzes again.
Heeseung [4:50 am]
youâre unreal baby
so pretty
so good for me
my perfect girl
You smile, cheeks hot, curled beneath your blanket now, the ache between your legs softening into warmth. You type slowly, eyes heavy with sleep.
You [4:50 am]
hee
u make me feel so good :(
want u here
wanna fall asleep on your chest
Heeseung [4:51 am]
iâd hold u so close princess
kiss ur forehead
play with ur hair til u fall asleep
You let out a soft, sleepy giggle into your pillow.
You [4:51 am]
mm that sounds perfect
goodnight hee <3
Heeseung [4:51 am]
goodnight baby
dream of me yeah?
<33
You tuck your phone under your pillow, smile still lingering on your lips as your eyes flutter shut, his words wrapped around you like a blanket.
You wake up to the soft buzz of your phone against your sheets, light from the screen spilling across your pillow.
27 new messages.
Your stomach flips. The group chat is blowing up and your name is all over it.
Sunoo
okay so itâs settled?? Heeseungâs place again??
Jungwon
yup tonight
Sunghoon
y/n donât forget your controller
Jay
does she even know whatâs happening rn
You stare at the screen, frozen. Heeseungâs place. Your cheeks burn as last night flashes in your mind, his voice, his texts, your fingers between your thighs. The pictures you sent. The ones he sent. And now⌠this? What if itâs weird now? What if it was just fun for him in the moment, but he doesnât actually want you? What if he regrets it, and youâre showing up like a fool? Youâre overthinking. Still, your fingers hover above the keyboard, hesitation burning in your chest. Then a new message pops up.
Heeseung
y/n are u in?
Three words. Thatâs all it takes to make your heart skip. You wait, ten seconds, twenty, trying not to read too much into it. Then, finally, you reply.
You
yeah :)
You stare at the little smiley face, hoping it doesnât look too nervous. Hoping he sees it and hears the âplease still want meâ in your head. Your phone buzzes again.
Heeseung [1:27 pm] (privately)
morning princess
missed u already
You [1:27 pm]
morning hee
missed u too <3
You send it before you can overthink, then hide your face in your pillow, kicking your legs. Your stomach is still tight with nerves, but his reply melts them just enough to let a smile creep in.
Youâre staring at your reflection again. For the third time. Your skirt is short, but not too short, you tell yourself, sitting perfectly on your waist. The soft grey cardigan you picked out earlier clings to your frame just enough to show it off, the top buttons left undone so collarbones and chest show. Youâre wearing perfume, a subtle one, the same one you wore last time at his place. You look cute. You know you do. You just hope he notices. Hope he wants you still. Hope none of what happened the other night has changed the way he looks at you.
Your phone buzzes again.
Sunoo
on our way! be there in 10
You grab your bag, swipe on a little extra lip balm, and head out. Fast-forward to Heeseungâs front door, everyoneâs already inside laughing and talking as you step in. The same cozy orange light glows through the living room, voices echoing through the apartment. And then you see him, sitting on the edge of the couch in a hoodie and sweatpants, hair slightly messy like always, exactly how you like it. He turns his head the second you walk in. And you swear his eyes trail down your body, slow and shameless.
âHey.â he says, voice low, lips lifting into the slightest smirk. âHey.â you mumble, already feeling your cheeks warm. âYou look cute.â he says simply. Like itâs just a fact. You barely manage a quiet âthank you.â before Sunghoon yells something about Mario Kart and the moment is gone. But not really, because you can feel his gaze on you even when youâre looking away.
The night has that same warm, familiar glow as last timeâsoft lights casting a gentle hue over Heeseungâs living room, the TV humming low as the next movie rolls. Everyoneâs sprawled around the room now, Sunghoonâs half-asleep already with a bowl of popcorn resting on his chest, Jay and Sunoo are arguing playfully about which horror movie is better, and Heeseungâs legs are stretched out in front of the couch where youâre curled up on one end, hugging a fluffy pillow. Your skirtâs ruffled from how youâve been shifting to get comfy, the neckline of your cardigan dipping slightly as you sink deeper into the cushions. You feel his gaze again, subtle but heavy. You glance up just in time to catch it, and he doesnât even look away. He just smirks a little. You flush. Again.
Trying to act casual, you tuck your legs under yourself, tugging the hem of your skirt down just a little more. The warmth of the room, the quiet chatter, the way Heeseung hasnât taken his eyes off you since you walked in, itâs all making you drowsy. By the time the third movie starts playing, your head is dipped against the couch, your cheek pressed to your arm. You fight it for a bit, blinking slow, barely following the plot, but your body is already giving in. Your breathing slows, your limbs go still, and eventuallyâŚyou fall asleep. Heeseung notices immediately. At first, he just glances over, ready to make a comment, maybe tease you, but the words never come out. Instead, his expression softens. The curve of your lashes against your cheek, the way your lips part ever so slightly when you exhale, itâs enough to make his heart stutter.
He shifts, propping his elbow on the couch, letting his fingers curl against his cheek, watching you in silence while everyone else reacts to whateverâs happening on screen. Youâre practically glowing under the dim light, blanket half falling off your thighs, cardigan slipping off one shoulder just enough to make him swallow hard. A while passes like that. Quiet. Intimate. Like itâs just the two of you in the room. Then Jay says something about it being past 3AM, and someone stands, stretching with a dramatic groan. âShould we bounce?â Sunghoon asks, rubbing his eyes. Jay nods. âYeah, iâm dead. Heeseung, all good?â Heeseung tears his eyes away from you for the first time in a while. âYeah.â Someone notices you next. âSheâs out cold.â Jay leans in, whispering loudly. âYou want us to wake her?â
Heeseung shakes his head, protective without even realizing it. âNo. Donât. Sheâs fine.â And just like that, they gather their things. Shoes are slipped on, phones grabbed off chargers, quiet goodbyes are mumbled, but Heeseung stays seated beside you, gaze still locked on your sleeping form. When the door finally closes and the apartment is quiet again, he stays still. His living room is bathed in that same soft orange glow, the credits roll on the TV, and youâre still there, breathing slow and peaceful, curled up with your lashes fluttering faintly, as if even in your sleep, you know heâs watching. He shifts just a little closer. You stir slightly when you feel the couch dip beside you, your body still heavy with sleep. âHey, princess,â a voice murmurs, soft and warm near your ear. âEveryone left.â You blink up at him, slow and disoriented, eyes adjusting to the dim light. âOhâŚI fell asleep?â Heeseungâs face is close, framed by the golden hue of the room, his smile gentle and just a little smug.
âYeah,â he says, brushing a thumb lightly over your cheek. âYou looked too cute to wake up.â You bite back a flustered smile, pulling the blanket tighter around your body. âYou couldâve at least nudged meâŚâ He shrugs, still looking at you like you hung the stars. âDidnât want to. You looked peaceful.â
Your heart flutters, cheeks warming as your sleepiness starts to fade. He doesnât move away, his face is still close, his hand resting beside your waist. The room feels warmer than it did earlier, quieter. Like everything outside of this couch doesnât matter right now. You shift a little, your voice still a bit hushed. âSoâŚitâs just us now?â Heeseung hums, tilting his head. âYeah.â A pause.âYou wanna stay a bit longer?â he adds. âJust us?â And the look he gives you isnât teasing, not this time. Itâs curious and hopeful.
You nod, still wrapped in the blanket, and sit up a little. A quiet yawn slips out before you bring your hand up to rub your eyes, still groggy, still warm from sleep. When you look up at him again, Heeseungâs already watching you, so closely, his gaze soft and heavy, like youâre the only thing in the world worth looking at. His lips are slightly parted, his expression unreadable but so full of something youâve never seen from him before, not like this. Your heart stutters. Maybe itâs the quiet of the room. Maybe itâs the way he hasnât looked away from you once. Maybe itâs the leftover warmth from your late-night texts, from the ache you havenât been able to shake since. But something makes you reach out, slow and uncertain, your fingers brushing against his cheek before settling there gently. His skin is warm under your touch, and his lashes flutter just slightly at the contact, but he doesnât move away.
Heeseung leans into your hand just the tiniest bit. And then, before you can overthink it, before you can get too scared, you lean in. Your lips press softly against his, barely there at first, just enough to feel the way he exhales sharply through his nose. His hand brushes lightly against your knee under the blanket, but he doesnât pull you closer, doesnât rush it. He just lets you kiss him, lets you decide. When you slowly pull back, your breath catching in your throat, you meet his eyes again. Heâs smiling, soft, in awe, and he whispers, âHey.â
A small laugh escapes your lips, bashful and sweet. âHi.â You donât say anything else for a second, both of you just sitting there in the glow of the room. And something in the way heâs looking at you, so soft, so wanting, makes the nerves dissolve into something deeper, heavier, needier. So you kiss him again.
This time with more pressure, more feeling, like all the nights of tension are finally spilling out through your lips. Your hand slips from his cheek to the back of his head, threading into his hair gently, and you feel him breathe in sharply when you do. His hands grip your waist and pull you effortlessly into his lap, and you melt against him, thighs bracketing his hips as his touch slides down to caress them slowly, reverently. You sigh softly into his mouth, and he hums in response, the sound low and satisfied. His fingers squeeze just above your knees, coaxing you closer until thereâs nothing between you but heat and fabric.
Your arms wind around his shoulders, fingers threading into his hair as the kiss deepens, grows hungrier, but still soft around the edges. His lips break from yours for only a moment, breath shaky against your cheek. âCould kiss you forever.â he whispers, voice rough and thick. Your lips are still barely touching when you whisper itâquiet, breathless, almost like a confession. âI missed you.â He pauses, eyes searching yours, hands still resting on your waist like heâs afraid to let go. His voice is gentler when he replies, like heâs matching your softness.
âYeah?â he murmurs, brushing his thumb along the hem of your cardigan. âI missed you too, princess. So much.â You feel your cheeks heat up, but you donât look away, not this time. Not when heâs holding you like that, not when heâs looking at you like youâre the only thing that matters. A shaky breath escapes you before you murmur, âYou have no idea how much I thought about you.â Heeseung tilts his head, his thumb tracing slow circles on your waist. âYeah, baby?â he asks softly, like heâs afraid to hope. âTell me.â You press your lips together for a moment before whispering, âI couldnât stop replaying everythingâŚthe way you looked at me, the way you talked to me last night. I couldnât sleep.â He lets out the faintest exhale, something between a sigh and a groan, like your words hit him right in the chest. âI know,â he says, brushing his nose against yours. âYouâve been in my head ever since i met you.â You look up at him again, shy and aching. âI was scared maybe you changed your mind.â
âNot even close,â he says without hesitation. âYou donât get itâŚI havenât wanted someone like this, ever.â Your fingers curl into his hoodie, heart thudding. His lips find yours again, slower, more sure. His hands cradle you like he canât believe youâre real. âI want you, Heeseung.â For a second, he just stares at you, his grip tightening ever so slightly on your waist. Then he leans in, lips brushing yours, voice dropping into something husky and warm, so low it shoots straight through your spine. âShow me how much, baby.â You donât hesitate. You crash your lips to his in a filthy, needy kissânothing like the soft ones you shared before. Your hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer as your body presses flush against his. He groans into your mouth, both arms wrapping around you, dragging you further onto his lap. His fingers slide up beneath your cardigan, caressing the soft skin of your waist, and your hips roll instinctively. Heeseungâs lips move feverishly against yours, and everything about him feels hot and overwhelming, like heâs been holding himself back for far too long. âYou drive me crazy.â he mutters against your lips, breathless. You only kiss him harder in response, fingers clutching the sides of his jaw like you never want to let go.
His hands drift lower, until they slip beneath the hem of your skirt. You gasp softly into the kiss when his palms find the soft flesh of your thighs, then higher, until heâs gripping your ass with both hands, squeezing gently but possessively. âYouâre so cute, baby.â he murmurs against your mouth, his voice thick with need and affection. You whimper, biting down softly on your lower lip as you pull back just enough to look at him. His eyes are dark, hooded, roaming over your face like heâs trying to memorize every little expression. Your cheeks flush, your hands stay tangled in his hair, your body warm and trembling in his lap. âYou make me feel soâŚâ you whisper, unsure how to finish the sentence with how full your chest feels. Heeseung leans in again, kissing you slower this time, his thumbs tracing soft circles over your skin. âI know,â he whispers. âMe too.â
Without even thinking, your hips begin to move , slow, subtle rolls against his lap, just seeking friction, something to ease the ache building between your thighs. You donât even realize what youâre doing at first, too lost in the feeling of him, the way his hands are holding you, the way his lips feel on yours. But the second you hear him exhale, a deep, shuddering breath, you freeze. âPrincessâŚâ he murmurs, his voice all rough and low, like heâs holding back. You bury your face in the crook of his neck, your cheeks burning. âHeeâŚâ you whisper, flustered, your fingers gripping his shoulders for balance. âI didnât mean toââ His hands slide up your back slowly, soothing. âDonât hide from me,â he says, and you feel him smile softly against your temple. âKeep going, baby.â Your breath catches, and you nod slowly, your lips brushing his skin as you speak. Your hips keep moving against him, soft and needy, your fingers clutching the fabric of his hoodie like itâs the only thing grounding you. âHeeâŚâ you breathe, your voice trembling as your lips brush against the warm skin of his neck. âYou feel so goodâŚâ
Your soft moan spills out before you can stop itâquiet, breathy, but it sends a sharp jolt through Heeseung. His grip on your waist tightens as his cock throbs beneath you, straining against his sweats. âFuck, babyâŚâ he groans, his voice rough and low. âYou sound so goodâgonna make me lose my mind.â You shiver at his words. You try to bury your face even deeper into his neck, cheeks burning. âStopâŚâ you whisper shyly, squirming in his lap, but not enough to actually get away. âDonât say stuff like thatâŚâ He laughs softly, the sound husky and fond as he presses a kiss to your temple. âWhy not?â he murmurs. âItâs true. Youâre so fucking cute when youâre like thisâŚall needy and shy in my lap.â
Your body moves again, hips rolling against him with a little more need, a little more desperation. Each soft moan and whimper that escapes your lips only fuels him more, your breath catching every time your clothed core drags along the thick bulge in his sweats. âNghâŚâ you whimper, clinging to him. âMmhâjust like that, babyâŚâ Heeseung groans, deep and low, his hands sliding down your waist until theyâre gripping your ass again, squeezing it firmly. His fingers dig in just a little as he helps guide your movements, encouraging you to grind harder against him, a soft moan leaving your mouth. âYeah?â he murmurs, lips brushing your ear. âThat what you want, princess?â You nod quickly, too dizzy to speak. He chuckles under his breath, hands keeping you steady as he rocks you against him, the pressure sending sparks through your whole body. âSo prettyâso fucking softâcanât get enough of youâŚâ
His hands slip beneath your cardigan slowly, warm palms cupping your breasts over your bra, and the soft moan that escapes you only makes his breath hitch. âFuckâŚâ he murmurs, voice low and strained as he palms at you, thumbing over the fabric. Youâre trembling, but still, you find the courage to sit back just enough to slowly shrug your cardigan off, cheeks burning as it falls to the couch behind you. You look up at him with wide, shy eyes, your chest rising and falling. His jaw drops slightly. âHoly fuckâŚâ he breathes, eyes glued to the way your breasts spill against the bra, soft and full. He wastes no time, hands grabbing them over the fabric, squeezing them in his palms. âYou like them, Hee?â you whisper shyly, barely able to meet his eyes.
He lets out a soft, strained laugh, eyes dark. âPrincess,â he groans, âIâm so fucking hard right now, what do you think?â Your whole face flushes hot, lips parted slightly. Still, you manage a soft, almost breathless, âYou can take it offâŚif you wanna,â your voice fragile, and your eyes impossibly big and trusting. He stares at you like you just gave him the universe. Heeseung doesnât say anything right away, just watches you for a moment, barely holding himself together. Then, slowly, he leans in. His lips find your neck, soft and warm, pressing kisses down the delicate skin like heâs savoring you. Each one slower than the last, trailing lower with every breath you take. Your eyes flutter shut, your fingers threading back into his hair as a shaky sigh slips from your lips.
His hands move with purpose, sliding behind you, and you feel the gentle tug as his fingers find the clasp of your bra. With one flick, it comes undone. The straps fall loose against your arms, and he pulls back slightly, eyes meeting yours. You give him a small nod, cheeks burning. He pushes the straps off your shoulders and lets the bra fall between you. Then his hands return to your chest, palms warm and reverent as he cups you fully now, skin to skin. He groans softly, like he canât help it, like the feel of you is too much. âSo soft,â he mutters, squeezing you gently. âSo fucking perfectâŚâ Your head tilts slightly with a quiet whimper, lips parted, body buzzing with heat as he rolls your nipples between his fingers, teasing and slow. âYouâre driving me insane, princess,â he breathes, voice thick and low. âYouâre too pretty for your own good.â
You lean in just a little, shy but needy, and Heeseung catches on instantly. His hands slide up your sides again, and he brings his mouth to your chest, kissing over the soft swell before wrapping his lips around one nipple. He sucks gently, warm tongue flicking, lips tugging just enough to make you gasp. One of his hands squeezes the other breast while his mouth works you, slow and purposeful. You whimper, back arching instinctively, and your hips begin to move again, grinding softly against the bulge straining beneath you. He switches sides, his mouth now on your other breast, sucking, licking, groaning low in his throat like he canât get enough of you. âYou like it, princess?â he murmurs between kisses, breath warm against your skin. âmhmâ you whine softly, your eyes shut tight as you let the pleasure wash over you. He chuckles, proud and a little breathless himself. âYeah? Then keep going, baby.â he murmurs, voice thick. His hands settle on your hips, helping guide your rhythm as you rock against him. âJust like that.â
His mouth returns to your chest, and the room fills with quiet whimpers, heavy breathing, and the soft sound of his lips on your skin. Your fingers tug gently at the hem of his shirt, your voice barely above a whisper. âHeeâŚâ Heeseung doesnât hesitate, he pulls his shirt off in one smooth motion and tosses it aside, and you canât help the soft gasp that escapes your lips. Your eyes roam his toned chest, the sharp lines of his abs catching the dim light. You bite your lip, hands instinctively rising to trace along the ridges, feeling the heat of his skin beneath your trembling fingertips. Still grinding against him, you lean forward slowly, pressing soft kisses to the side of his neck. One after another, each one deeper, needier. His breath catches when your lips suck gently, leaving behind faint red marks, proof of how badly you want him.
He groans, low and raspy, and his hands return to your ass, squeezing hard, pulling you closer as your grinding becomes more desperate. âFuck, baby.â he whispers, voice thick and strained, his head falling back just slightly as your mouth moves along his neck. His grip on your ass tightens as he helps guide your hips faster, harderâgrinding down on the thick bulge straining beneath you. Every drag of him against your clothed cunt sends sparks through your body, his cock catching perfectly on your clit, the pressure unbearable in the best way. Your moans come out higher now, breathy and helpless, and it only spurs him on. He groans low, âYouâre gonna cum, princess?â You nod frantically, eyes squeezed shut, hips rocking with desperate rhythm. âPleaseâŚHee, pleaseââ
He doesnât make you beg more than that. One of his hands slips down between your bodies, under your skirt, fingers pressing against the soaked fabric of your panties. He rubs small, fast circles on your clit, syncing with your grinding, the friction making you cry out. âShit, youâre so wet.â he breathes, watching you fall apart on top of him. âFeels good, doesnât it, baby?â And you can only nod again, whimpering, as your orgasm builds sharp and fast in your gutâhis voice in your ear, his hands on your body, everything pushing you closer and closer. You tremble as the wave crashes over you, tugging on his hair as your orgasm hitsâyour soft, broken whimpers filling his ears as you finish, your body melting in his arms. Heeseung wraps you up, his hand stroking gently up and down your back as he whispers, âGood girlâŚso good for me.â
Still catching your breath, you lift your head, take his face in both your hands, and kiss him deeply, slow and messy and full of all the want that had been simmering between you for weeks. When you finally pull back, your lips are kiss-swollen, your cheeks flushed, your eyes shy, but burning with something he canât look away from. You shift off his lap, still trembling a little, and settle down between his legs instead. Sitting back on your knees, you look up at him through your lashes, arms resting against his thighs, pressing your soft chest together just a little. âFuck.â he breathes, his voice raspier now, his eyes dark as they rake over you. His cock is twitching in his pants, straining, aching, just from the way youâre looking at him. Just from you. âPrincessâŚâ he says low, barely holding himself back. Your voice comes out breathy and shy, but so full of want it makes his head spin. âI wanna make you feel good, HeeâŚâ
Heeseungâs eyes drop to your hands as they move gently over the hard bulge in his pants, slow and curious, your fingers tentative but so eager. He swears under his breath, biting down on his lip, the way you look up at him so innocent while touching him nearly making him lose his mind. âShit, babyâŚâ he groans, hips twitching slightly into your touch. âYouâre driving me crazy.â You blink up at him, a soft smile tugging on your lips as your hands press a little firmer, rubbing him through the fabric. âLet me?â you ask quietly, so sweet, so soft, like youâre asking for permission to ruin him. He cups your cheek, brushing his thumb along your skin, voice low and wrecked. âYou can do anything you want to me, princess.â You give him the softest kiss on the cheek, your lips lingering just a second longer, like a promise.
Then, slowly, with trembling fingers, you tug down his sweatpants and boxers, your breath catching when his cock springs freeâbig, leaking, heavy against his stomach. Your thighs instinctively press together at the sight, and your lips part slightly, like youâre already imagining how he might taste. âGodâŚâ Heeseung exhales, his head tipping back as he watches you through lidded eyes. You wrap both hands around him delicately, like youâre handling something precious, and lean in, placing a soft, innocent kiss right on the tip. Your eyes flick up to meet his as you do, wide, shimmering, so sweet it makes his jaw clench. âYouâre so pretty, HeeâŚâ you whisper, kissing him again, lips brushing lightly down the side of his shaft.
He twitches in your hand, groaning low. âYouâre the one thatâs pretty, princess,â he murmurs, voice hoarse. âSo fucking prettyâŚdown on your knees for me.â He cups the back of your head gently, fingers threading into your hair as you continue kissing along his length, so slow, so teasing, savoring every second. Your tongue flicks out slowly, tasting the tip, salty and warm. You kiss it again, before dragging your tongue just a little lower, teasing the underside as you hear Heeseungâs breath hitch above you. âFuckâŚâ he mutters under his breath, his grip on your hair tightening just slightly.
You kiss him again, and then finally part your lips and sink down just a little, taking him into your mouth, the warmth and weight of him making you shiver. The second heâs inside, even just barely, a soft moan escapes you, quiet, involuntary, but enough to make him groan. âYou like it, baby?â he breathes, his voice low and ruined. You hum around him in response, sending vibrations up his shaft, and it makes him curse again. You pull back slightly, your lips wet and shiny, looking up at him with that same innocent gaze. Heeseungâs jaw clenches as he watches you. âGod, youâre so fucking perfect, princessâŚâ You wrap your lips fully around him, taking him deeper this time, your mouth warm and wet as you start to suck with more confidence. Your hand tightens its grip around his shaft, fingers sliding smoothly as you bob your head up and down, eyes locked on his dark, intense gaze.
A thin strand of drool escapes the corner of your mouth, dripping down his length, but you donât care, your focus is on him, on the way his breath hitches and his body tenses under your touch. Heeseung groans, one hand curling around your cheek, thumb brushing softly over your skin while the other finds your hair, guiding your movements like a gentle command. âFuck, baby,â he rasps, voice rough and desperate. âJust like thatâkeep going.â You obey without hesitation, the rhythm steady and slow, savoring every moment, every reaction from him. You take him a little deeper, the sudden stretch making you gag softly. Your eyes water, tears gathering at the corners, but you donât stop, driven by the way Heeseungâs low moan vibrates through you. Pulling back just enough to catch your breath, you look up at him with wide, glistening eyes and ask in a quiet, tender voice, âDoes it feel good, baby?â
The moment the word leaves your lips, his composure shatters. His grip tightens, jaw clenches, and a guttural growl escapes him.âFuckâŚ,â he rasps, voice thick with want and disbelief. âYou calling me thatâŚIâm losing it.â His hands tighten in your hair, pulling you gently but firmly back down as his hips shift, desperate for more. Heeseungâs hands grip your hair firmly, guiding your head up and down faster now. Your soft moans fill the room, the vibrations sending shivers straight through him. He growls low, voice strained with need. âShitâIâm gonna cum, princess.â he warns, breath hitching. You pull back just enough, lips parted and tongue sliding out to trace the length of him one last time. Your hands move eagerly up and down his shaft, keeping the pace as you wait for him to let go. His hips jerk forward suddenly, and he curses, fingers tangling tighter in your hair as he shudders, spilling hot and heavy into your mouth. You swallow it all and then lean in, lips parted, tongue peeking out to show him itâs all goneâclean, obedient, just for him.
His eyes darken as he exhales shakily. âHoly shit, babyâŚyouâre fucking unreal.â You giggle softly, cheeks flushed, and crawl back onto his lap. Your lips meet his for a tender kiss, sweet and slow, but he kisses you back harder, possessive now, hands sliding over your hips before squeezing your ass firmly. The sudden smack he lands on it makes you whimper against his lips, body jolting slightly. Then, with barely a second to catch your breath, he flips you over on the couch, your back hitting the cushions with a soft thud, his body hovering over yours. He kisses you hungrily, like he canât get enough, mouth trailing down your neck, your collarbones, teeth grazing, lips sucking until you know thereâll be marks. You whimper beneath him, arching into his touch, needing more.
He pulls your skirt down slowly, followed by your panties, dragging the soft fabric down your thighs with careful hands, like heâs unwrapping something precious. His breath catches when youâre bare for him, eyes darkening as he settles between your legs. His fingers gently part you, slow and deliberate, and he swipes through your slick with a quiet exhale. âSo prettyâŚâ he murmurs, almost to himself, like he canât believe what heâs seeing. Embarrassment flutters in your chest and you instinctively cover your face with your hands, cheeks burning. He chuckles softly, voice low and warm. âWhy are you hiding from me, baby?â
You donât answer, you canât, not when he leans in and presses a soft, open-mouthed kiss to you, licking a slow stripe that has your back arching. You gasp, your fingers reaching down to grab at his hair. He keeps going, licking, kissing, sucking, slow at first, then faster, more purposeful. You whimper his name, thighs trembling as he keeps you open with one arm wrapped around your hip. And then, his fingers. One sliding in, then another, curling just right as his mouth never lets up. The combination makes your toes curl, your moans growing softer but needier, your grip on his hair tighter with every flick of his tongue. âHeeâŚâ you whine, breathless.
He groans against you in response, like he could stay there forever, completely lost in you. His fingers are working you open, curling and thrusting in a rhythm thatâs already overwhelming. His tongue moves with practiced precision, flicking and sucking at your clit until your thighs are trembling around his head. And then suddenly, his fingers slip out, replaced by both of his arms wrapping firmly around your waist, tugging you closer to his mouth. His hands slide up your body and cup your tits, squeezing gently at first, then harder when you moan. His thumbs brush over your nipples, sending jolts of heat straight through your core. âFuck, you taste so good,â he groans between licks, his breath warm and ragged against you. âCould stay here all night, baby. Youâre so sweetâŚso wet just for me.â
You let out a choked sound, high and breathy, your hands flying to cover his on your chest, needing to feel him, hold him, ground yourself. Your hips twitch helplessly as his mouth drags another moan from your lips. âSo sensitive,â he mumbles, sucking your clit just right. âSo fucking good for me. Canât believe I get to have you like this.â
You whimper, eyes squeezed shut, fingers squeezing his tighter. âPleaseâŚBabyâdonât stop.â you whine. He moans against your cunt, sucking harder now, his fingers rolling your nipples as your body writhes beneath him, overwhelmed by the pleasure building like a storm. Your whole bodyâs trembling, thighs tightening around his head, your hips bucking up into his mouth without you even realizing. âHeeââ you whimper, breath hitching. âIâmâIâm cummingââ
Your hands clutch his over your chest, knuckles white, your back arching as your voice gets higher. âFuck, thatâs it,â he groans, voice muffled against your soaked cunt. âCum for me, baby. All over my fucking mouth.â And you do. A broken, high-pitched moan escapes you as your release crashes through your body, your hips stuttering against his face, your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer. He groans again at the feeling, his tongue still working you through it, drinking every last bit of it up like he needs it to live. Your thighs tremble around him, your whole body going warm and overstimulated, but heâs still kissing the inside of your thigh, murmuring softly, âThatâs my good girlâŚâ
He pulls back from between your thighs, lips shiny, eyes dark and hungry. Still catching your breath, you reach up with shaky arms and hook them behind his neck, tugging him down into a messy, desperate kiss. You moan softly into his mouth, tasting yourself on his tongue. He groans into the kiss, hands sliding under you, one under your back, the other under your thighs, and lifts you like you weigh nothing. You gasp, arms tightening around his shoulders, your forehead resting against his. He carries you through the quiet of his room, the only sound your shallow breathing and the soft creak of the floor beneath his feet. His eyes stay locked on yours, so intense it makes your stomach flutter.
And when he reaches the edge of the bed, he lays you down gently, hands never leaving your body, and whispers, âYouâre so perfect like this, princessâŚâ He crawls over you slowly, eyes raking over every inch of your bare body, like he canât believe youâre really here, like this, under him. His hands trail down your waist, squeezing gently before gliding to your hips, your thighs, your ass. He lowers his head to your neck, kissing and sucking softly, then down to your chest, lingering there, murmuring sweet nothings between kisses.
âIâm gonna make you feel so good.â he whispers against your skin, voice low and rough. You nod, already breathless, lips parting into a pout. âPlease, babyâŚâ you whine, fingers slipping through his hair, playing with it softly. His eyes flicker between yours as he pushes his sweatpants down, his voice low and breathless. âMy sweet little girlfriend, yeah?â he murmurs, gaze heavy with want, but also something softer. You gasp, heart pounding, but you nod quickly, eagerly. âYes, baby⌠please. Wanna be yours, Hee.â He groans under his breath, palming himself through his boxers. âFuckâŚâ Then he slips them off, his cock springing free once again. He positions himself between your thighs, stroking himself slowly as he looks down at you, completely bare and trembling beneath him. âAll mine,â he whispers, leaning in to kiss you again, âGonna take care of you.â
He finds your hand beside your head and gently intertwines his fingers with yours, grounding you, holding you close. âGot you, baby.â he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. Then he slowly starts to push inside, inch by inch, his breath stuttering. âGodâŚyouâre so tight, princess. Love this pretty pussyâŚâ You whimper, brows furrowed as you cling to his hand, squeezing it tightly. The stretch burns a little, making you wince, your thighs trembling around his waist. He pauses, his free hand stroking your cheek, eyes locked with yours. âYou okay?â he murmurs, voice laced with care. You nod shyly, breathless. âY-Yeah⌠just go slow, baby.â
As he inches in the rest of the way, your mouth parts in a sharp gasp from the stretch, but before the sound can fully escape, Heeseung leans in and kisses you, swallowing the noise and grounding you with his lips. âDoing so good for me.â he murmurs against your mouth. He stays there, buried deep, holding still, giving you time, kissing your cheeks, your nose, the corner of your lips. You squeeze his hand tighter, chest rising and falling as you adjust to the size of him. âY-You can moveâŚHee.â you whisper shyly, blinking up at him with watery eyes. He nods, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. âOkay, baby. Iâll be gentle.â And then he starts to move, slow and careful, dragging his hips back and rolling them forward again. He keeps holding your hand, his other brushing down your side. Every thrust melts the ache into something warmer, deeper, and you whimper softly beneath him, each sound making his heart clench. âThatâs it,â he breathes, kissing your cheek as your lashes flutter. âFeels good now, doesnât it?â
You nod quickly, lips parted, eyes fluttering open to meet his. âMhmâŚfeels so goodâŚâ Heeseung leans closer, voice rough and low in your ear. âBeen thinking about you like this since the first time I saw youâŚâ You gasp, your back arching at his words. âAll wet and shyâŚwrapped around my cock like this.â His thrusts get slower, deeper, savoring every second. âFuck, you feel like a dream, princess.â Your hands cling to his shoulders, lips brushing against his ear as you pant, your voice trembling but honest, too far gone to hold back now. âI touch myself to your voiceâŚâ you whisper, so shy but so desperate.âEvery time you spoke, Iâd get so wet.â You whine, tightening around him. âSo wet for you, Hee⌠always.â His hips falter at the confession, breath catching in his throat. âFuck, babyâŚâ he groans, voice rough with desire, and then he thrusts harder, faster, trying to reach deeper just from your words alone.
âYouâve been mine this whole time, hm?â he breathes against your lips. âGetting off to my voice, fuckâdirty little thing.â You whimper, completely unraveling, and heâs loving every second of it. âPlease, HeeâŚwanna ride you, please.â Your voice is all breathy and sweet. He groans low, twitching inside you, the tip of his cock nudging that spot that makes your thighs tremble. âFuckâŚyeah, baby,â he breathes. âCâmere.â He pulls out gently, lays flat on the bed, eyes burning into yours as he guides you up. âCome ride your man.â Youâre quick to move, desperate, aching. You straddle him with shaky thighs and grab his cock, lining him up and slowly sinking down, whining as he stretches you open again. Your hands splay on his abs for balance, your head falling back at the fullness. âSo deepâŚâ you breathe. âF-fuck, HeeseungâŚâ He watches you like youâre the only thing thatâs ever mattered, his hands gripping your thighs, sliding up your waist, thumbs brushing under your breasts. âThatâs it, baby⌠take what you need,â he says, voice low and full of want. âLook at youâŚriding me so good already.â
You start bouncing on him, slow at first, then faster, the wet sound of you taking him again and again filling the room, making his breath catch in his throat. Your head tilts to the side a little as soft, high-pitched moans spill from your lips, your eyes fluttering with every drag of him deep inside. âHoly shitâŚâ Heeseung groans, eyes roaming all over youâyour flushed skin, your bouncing tits, the way your stomach tightens every time you sink back down on him. His hands move up to your chest, squeezing your tits in his palms, thumbs brushing over your nipples just to hear you whine again. Then down, caressing the curve of your waist, trailing lower until they find your ass, gripping it hard, pulling you deeper on his cock, then suddenly landing a sharp slap to one cheek.
You gasp, a broken moan leaving your throat as your hips stutter. He smirks, rubbing the spot he slapped. âSo fucking cute when you sound like that, princess.â Then his hands slide down your thighs, fingers dragging over the soft skin, admiring the way they tense as you keep moving. âFeel so good riding me, baby.â he says, voice breathless.
Your rhythm turns desperate, bouncing faster and harder as your hands cling to his abs, nails digging slightly into his skin. âWant youâso bad, Heeâneed you,â you pant, voice high and breathless, âNeed to beâunder your skinâŚâ He lets out a soft chuckle, the need in your voice making his cock twitch deep inside you. âGod, baby,â he murmurs, his hand sliding down to rub tight, fast circles on your clit. âYouâre so fucking needyâŚâ You nod, crying out as his fingers work you harder, your thighs trembling. âHeeâHee, I love youâlove you so muchâahh!â His hips twitch beneath you, and he sits up just enough to pull you in for a kiss, messy and deep, all tongue and breath. âI love you too, princess,â he whispers against your lips, âIâll always take care of youâmy sweet, perfect baby.â You nod frantically, fingers tangling in his hair, overwhelmed with pleasure and emotion. âIâm gonna cumâgonna cum for you, Hee!â
âCum for me, baby.â he groans, fingers still circling your clit as you crash into your orgasm, moaning loud, hips stuttering. He holds you through it, eyes fixed on your face, utterly in love. Then, with a low curse, he lifts you just enough to slide out of you, stroking himself fast and desperate before finishing all over your belly with a strangled moan, his hand trembling from the force of it. You both stay still for a moment, catching your breath, your skin warm and glowing, his cum sticky on you, his arms still wrapped around you as you sit on his lap. Heâs pressing lazy kisses to your shoulder, his thumbs rubbing gentle circles into your hips. âWas that okay?â he murmurs against your skin, voice low and hoarse. You nod slowly, leaning your head against his. âIt was perfect.â He smiles, nuzzling your neck, âYouâre perfect.â
After a moment, he shifts gently, reaching for a tissue from the nightstand and cleaning you up carefully, his touch tender, eyes always flickering up to check if youâre okay. You just watch him, dazed and dreamy and completely in love. He tosses the tissue aside and pulls you into his chest. You tuck yourself under his chin, your fingers playing softly with his hair. His heartbeatâs still a little fast. âI still canât believe i did this to you.â he whispers. You smile against his skin. âI always wanted you to do it.â You lie there like that for a while, tangled up, warm and soft, only the sound of your breathing filling the room.
His hand finds yours again, fingers interlacing without thought. Then, very quietly, you murmur against his chest, âWant you to fuck me again, Heeseung.â He freezes. Blinks. Tilts his head to look at you, his eyes wide. âW-What? Now?â You look up at him innocently, smiling, eyes wide and full of mischief. âMhm!â He groans, dragging a hand down his face as the tips of his ears turn bright red. âPrincessâŚyouâre gonna kill me.â You giggle, tugging at his hair and pulling him back down for a sweet kiss.
a/n: got lazy at the end. also left a sneaky easter egg whoever finds it gets a kiss :p idk how this got so long sry if it was annoying
Synopsis. Itâs okay to get with a guy a few years older than you! Even better when he tries to ignore how beautifully charming you are!
NOTE: age gap relationship (4 years) lowkey was craving this ⌠6k words â enha masterlist
Summer clung to the building like it didnât know how to let go: thick, heavy, and restless. You stepped out onto the shared porch between your apartment and the one next door, glass of cold water in hand, tank top sticking to your skin. It was late, but too hot to sleep. The porch light above flickered again, buzzing once before sputtering out. You rolled your eyes at it and leaned against the railing anyway.
Right on cue, you heard a door creak open.
You didnât turn, not yet anyways, it took everything in you not to dissolve into a massive puddle of sweat already. You just took a sip and waited.
âStill broken?â came a familiar voiceâdeep, calm, and slightly amused.
Heeseung.
You turned slowly, letting your gaze move over him. Gray sweatpants, black t-shirt, and a screwdriver tucked loosely in his hand like he hadnât really planned to use it.
âI was starting to think you were ghosting me,â you said, giving him a look.
He didnât rise to it. He never did. Thatâs what made it fun.
âI keep meaning to fix it,â he said, stepping past you toward the light fixture. âNever got around to it.â
âMmm.â You sipped your water again. âTypical man.â
He shot you a sideways glance. âYou got something against men?â
You smiled, stepping closer. âOnly the ones who ignore me.â
âI notice you,â he said quietly, still not looking at you.
He was always like this, too composed and unreadable for your liking. Youâd met him two months ago when you moved in. Heâd helped you carry one box, said your name once, and since then had politely ignored every attempt at small talk.
Well⌠Almost every attempt, youâd have to corner him and put him in situations like this to get him to talk to you.
He reached up, twisting at the fixture with slow, precise movements. You let your eyes wander, just for fun.
âYou always dress like that at midnight?â he asked suddenly, voice low.
You looked down at yourself, what was wrong with the way you were dressed? Sure, the tiny shorts you had on were close to showing your bare ass and your tank top was so thin that anyone who looked hard enough could see the outline of your boobs, but that wasnât your fault or anything. All you could do is shrug, âitâs hot.â
âYou think thatâs an excuse?â
âYouâre the only one complaining,â you said. âUnless you want me to cover up?â
That made him pause, his face looking like he was contemplating. Then, with frustrating calm, he said, âDo what you want.â
You tilted your head, lips tugging into a smirk. âOh, I plan to.â
The light above you buzzed again, sputtered, and then gave up entirely.
Heeseung stepped down from the small ledge and sighed. âGuess Iâll need a new bulb.â
âOr maybe itâs nervous,â you offered, brushing past him as you returned to lean against the porch railing. âLights flicker when the energyâs high, you know. Too much tension.â
He glanced at you. âThereâs no tension.â
âI beg to differ.â You said it too sweetly for it to sound mean. He didnât reply.
You turned your head, watching him for a moment in the dark.
âYou always this quiet?â you asked.
âOnly when I donât trust myself to speak.â
That one landed.
You straighten your posture, heart beating just a little faster, watching the way he shifted his grip on the screwdriver like he suddenly wanted to be anywhere but standing next to you on a warm summer night with too little light and too much want.
âIâm nineteen,â you said softly, stepping closer. âIn case you were wondering.â
He looked at you now, scanning you up and down. Like it physically hurt him to do it. âYouâre too young.â
âItâs not like itâs illegal or anything.â
âThatâs not the point.â
You smiled. âThen tell me what the point is.â
Heeseungâs jaw flexed. He glanced at your lips. Just once. Then back at your eyes, âI think you know.â
Another silence stretched between you. And then, finally, he stepped back. Just once. Just far enough to feel like rejection.
âI should go,â he said.
âYou always run away when girls flirt with you?â You teased, stepping yet another step closer to him.
âOnly when I want to flirt back.â
Your chest tightened. But you held your ground.
âGoodnight,â he added, voice low.
You didnât say it back. Just watched him disappear inside.
The porch was quiet again. No light. No breeze.
Just the glass sweating in your hand and the faint hum of something that felt like it had already begun.
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Next to go was the sink.
A slow, rhythmic drip that turned into a small, stubborn stream. Youâd tried tightening the faucet, even looked up a tutorial, but it kept leaking very loudly and very annoyingly. Just enough to ruin your night.
So naturally, you knocked on his door.
Heeseung opened it a little slower than usual, like he was deciding whether or not to answer at all. He was in the same black shirt as the night before, hair slightly messy, one hand braced on the doorframe.
You leaned against the doorjamb with an innocent smile. âHi, neighbor.â
He blinked. âWhatâd you break?â
âI didnât break anything,â you said. âBut my sink might be having a crisis. Thought Iâd ask the guy with the screwdriver if he wanted to play handyman again.â
He hesitated. âHave you told maintenance?â
âI could,â you said. âBut you do such a better job,â your hand goes to slightly run down his arm.
His eyes narrowed slightly. You didnât miss the way he looked at your bare legs before dragging his gaze away.
âCome on,â you added. âIâll owe you one.â
Heeseung stared at you for a second longer, then stepped out of his apartment without another word.
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Your apartment smelled faintly of vanilla and laundry detergent. He paused just inside the door, looking around like heâd stepped into dangerous territory â which, to be fair, he had.
You watched as he walked past the bookshelf crammed with poetry books and old Polaroids, past the record player and the half-melted candle on your coffee table.
He looked everywhere but at you.
âThe sinkâs in here,â you said, motioning to the small kitchen. âSheâs leaking.â
He rolled up his sleeves and crouched down under the counter, grabbing the pipe. âShe?â
âAll misbehaving appliances are girls,â you said, hopping up to sit on the counter beside him. âBoys just short-circuit and die. Girls at least give you warning signs.â
That earned a quiet laugh. âYouâve thought about this too much.â
You let your bare foot tap against the lower cabinet. âI think about a lot of things.â
Heeseung didnât respond. He was busy adjusting the valve, fingers working in steady, precise movements.
You tilted your head and watched him.âEver been inside a girlâs apartment before?â you asked casually.
He paused again. âNot answering that.â
âSo you have.â
He glanced at you, lips twitching. âWhat about you? Ever lured a man over with plumbing issues?â
âOnly the ones who pretend not to like me.â
This time he did look at you straight on, like he was weighing something in his head. âYouâre not subtle, you know that?â
Honestly, it made your knees buckle slightly. âNo fun in being subtle.â
Heeseung turned back to the sink, jaw tight. You caught the way his hand flexed on the wrench. He was trying so hard not to look again.
âI think itâs fixed,â he muttered, standing up slowly.
You stayed seated on the counter, knees almost brushing his chest. He didnât move away right away, toying with everything to make sure of his work.
You smiled. âThatâs it? No bill?â
His voice was low. âThought Iâd add it to your tab.â
âAnd whatâs on that so far?â
Heeseungâs eyes dropped to your lips for a second too long, then back up. âTrouble,â he said. âA lot of trouble.â
You grinned. âThatâs the best kind of anything.â
He stepped back then⌠weirdly fast. Like he realized how close heâd let himself get. He wiped his hands on a paper towel and continued to look everywhere but you.
âYou should be more careful,â he said, voice tight. âInviting guys in like this.â
âWho said I do this with just anyone?â You bit your lip.
âYouâre nineteen,â he said, like it was a defense.
You slid off the counter and took a step closer. âYou already used that one.â
He backed up until his shoulder brushed the doorframe. âYou donât know what youâre doing.â
You stepped even closer, now just a few inches between you.
âYeah?â you whispered. âOr maybe I just know exactly what I want.â
His breath caught.
And still, nothing happened.
You didnât touch him. Didnât lean in. You just looked him in the eye and let the silence carry every word you werenât saying.
Then, calmly, you stepped back.
âThanks for fixing the sink,â you said lightly, like your heart wasnât pounding.
He opened the door to leave. But before he stepped out, he pausedâone hand still on the knob. âDonât do that again.â
You blinked. âWhat?â
âThat look,â he said without turning. âDonât give it to someone like me.â
Then he left.
And the door clicked shut, soft but final. But that ache under your skin? That feeling stayed.
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He didnât answer your texts.
Not that youâd sent anything obvious â no hey, whereâd you go? or miss me yet? You werenât desperate. Just strategic. Just playful.
Just one message:
u still alive or did the police get u
No response.
You werenât surprised.
Heeseung had been doing the whole avoidance damage control routine like a pro. No more porch run-ins, no more accidental eye contact in the hall. Even his mail pile vanished earlier now, like he was timing it to avoid bumping into you.
It wouldâve been impressive if it werenât so stupid and if it werenât you he was avoiding.
So on a sticky, slow Wednesday night, when the air felt like it was sitting on your skin and your playlist (full of tame impala and mitski like artists) had hit its third repeat, you decided to make a move.
Of course, not a bold one, you were too embarrassed. Just cookies.
Soft, warm, chocolate chip with flaky sea salt on top, the kind that melted in your mouth and made people forgive you for anything.
You boxed them in a clear plastic container, scribbled âfor the grump next doorâ on a sticky note, and padded barefoot down the hall. You placed it on his doormat and knocked once. Then you walked away like it meant nothing.
And you told yourself that it didnât, you were still young after all, this was just flirting.
But the next morning, when you opened your door, the container was sitting on your mat. Empty.
No note. No message. No thank you. Just a cleaned out tupperware that used to hold cookies.
You stared at it, your chest blooming with something smug and sweet, and said aloud to the hallway, âYouâre welcome.â
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Two days later, the door creaked.
You were already outside, tank top, loose cotton shorts, a half-melted popsicle hanging limply between your fingers. It was past eleven, and the sky looked like wet ink. Your skin was still damp from your shower, hair thrown up into a messy bun, strands clinging to the sides of your neck.
You didnât look at him right away.
Just let the sound of his door echo like thunder.
Heeseung stepped out slow, like he was testing the air. Gray sweatpants again. A white shirt this time, sleeves pushed up his forearms. His hair was still damp too, probably showered after work. He leaned against the porch railing, almost mirroring you.
And no one spoke at this⌠at least not right away.
Until you broke the silence with a tiny, half-smile. âSo you did like them.â
He didnât turn his head. âThey were alright.â
You licked a drip from your popsicle, letting the silence thicken.
âYou ate all of them.â
âDidnât want to be rude.â
You tilted your head. âLeaving the container without a note felt pretty rude.â
Heeseung finally looked at you then. Fully.
It was soft at first â just a glance, barely a pull of his brows. But then it dragged. Slowly. Over your legs. Your lips. The sticky pink smear on your wrist. His eyes flickered upward and met yours, like he hated himself for all of it.
âNo more gifts,â he said.
You raised a brow. âAre you allergic to generosity or are you just emotionally unavailable?â
That almost got a smile. Almost.
âItâs confusing,â he said. âMakes it harder to pretend this isnâtâŚâ
He trailed off.
You leaned forward, elbow resting on your knee. âThis isnât what?â
Another silence.
He didnât answer. You didnât need him to.
Heeseung looked exhausted, but not in the physical way, but like someone fighting a current he already knew was going to win. His fingers tapped against the porch rail once, then stilled.
âYou looked better without the distance,â you said after a beat. âThree days of silence didnât suit you.â
He scoffed under his breath. âDidnât think youâd notice.â
âYouâre hard to ignore.â
That one landed and his grip on the railing visibly tightened.
âDonât do that,â he said lowly.
âDo what?â
âMake it sound like I matter.â
You stared at him, the popsicle melting slowly in your hand. âIf you didnât matter, I wouldnât have baked you cookies.â
âCookies arenâtââ
âYou ate all of them, Heeseung.â
He looked away, biting the inside of his cheek like he was trying not to smile. He didnât succeed.
You let the tension stretch, let him stand there knowing you were winning this round too. And when you were sure he wouldnât speak again, you said, quietly âwhy does it scare you?â
Heeseung blinked, startled.
âMe. Us. Whatever this is,â you added. âYou act like Iâm dangerous.â
âBecause you are.â
You blinked, caught off guard by the sharp honesty.
He stepped toward you, slowly, arms crossed over his chest. He was still a full foot away, but something about the shift made the porch feel smaller.
âYouâre young,â he said.
You stood.
âYou keep saying that like itâs a spell. Itâs not. It doesnât make you want me any less.â
He opened his mouth. Closed it again. Swallowed hard. âYouâre playing with fire,â he muttered.
You took one slow step closer. âThen stop standing so close to it.â
That did it.
His jaw tightened, like the fight was slipping. His chest rose with something deeper than breath. His eyes dropped to your mouth again, then away, like heâd burned himself on the thought alone.
âYou donât know what youâre doing,â he said.
You smiled, just a little. âI think youâre the only one who believes that.â
Another silence.
Then, quieter than anything else so far, he said, âDonât flirt with people who might not know how to stop.â
You didnât blink. âYou just donât want to admit you donât want to.â
And then, like that, you turned. Walked past him. One bare foot after the other. But just before you reached your door, you paused. âIâll leave it unlocked next time,â you said softly, not looking back.
Then you disappeared inside. And the door clicked shut like a promise. Heeseung didnât move for a full minute. But his heart did. God, it did.
âââ
The sky was bruised purple, heavy with rain and the promise of a storm. You watched from your window as the first fat drops splattered against the glass, blurring the city lights into shimmering halos. The air was thick, charged, like the whole world was holding its breath.
Then the power flickered once, then twice and finally went out completely.
You sighed, the sudden quiet so different from the usual hum of the ceiling fan and streetlights. The apartment plunged into darkness except for the soft glow of your phoneâs flashlight.
Perfect timing.
You grabbed a candle from your kitchen counter, lit it, and set it on the windowsill. The flickering flame threw dancing shadows across the room, turning your familiar space into something fragile and uncertain.
Just as you settled on the couch, the doorbell rang.
Your heart jumped and your mind grew curious, you werenât expecting anyone especially not at a time like this.
Peering through the peephole, you saw him: Heeseung, soaked through, rain dripping from his hair and sleeves, eyes wild but holding something like relief.
You opened the door before you could think twice.
âPowerâs out,â he said, voice low. âThought you might need help.â
You swallowed the heat rising in your chest. âOr maybe you just wanted an excuse to come over.â
He stepped inside without waiting for an answer, shaking water from his hair. The smell of rain mixed with his natural scent, something earthy, warm, utterly him.
You moved aside, watching him carefully as he pulled off his jacket and draped it over the back of a chair.
âItâs gonna be a long night,â he muttered, scanning the darkened room.
You nodded, lighting another candle.
Heeseung sank onto the couch beside you, close but not touching. The silence stretched, heavy and electric.
âYou never stopped,â he said finally, voice rough. âNot even when I tried.â
You met his eyes, bold and steady. âDid you want me to?â
He hesitated. âI wanted to do the right thing. But you⌠you make it impossible.â
You smiled softly. âMaybe we both stopped trying.â
Thunder rumbled outside, shaking the windows. Heeseungâs gaze dropped to your lips, then back up. âIâm not good at this.â
âYouâre not supposed to be,â you said. âThatâs why itâs real.â
The storm raged on, but in the quiet darkness between you, something fragile and fierce was born.
His hand brushed yours, just barely and it was enough. Enough to say everything without a word.
âââ
The storm had passed, leaving the world washed clean and the air crisp with early morning quiet. You woke to soft light filtering through your curtains, the scent of rain still lingering in the cool air.
Your phone buzzed on the nightstand.
A message from Heeseung:
âCoffee? Iâm down the hall.â
You smiled, grabbed your robe, and padded barefoot to your door.
Heeseung was sitting outside, a steaming cup in each hand. He looked⌠tired. The rain had left his hair damp, and the corners of his mouth were softer than youâd ever seen.
âMorning,â you said, taking the cup he offered.
âMorning,â he replied, voice low but steady.
You both sipped in silence for a moment.
âLast night wasâŚâ you started.
âToo much,â he finished.
You laughed softly. âI meanââ
âNo regrets,â he said.
You looked at him, surprised. âReally?â
He nodded. âYou make me want things I thought I should ignore.â
You reached out, brushing a stray damp strand behind his ear.
âIâm glad,â you whispered.
His eyes met yours, open and honest and something more. For the first time, the space between you didnât feel dangerous.
It felt like home.
ââââ
You hadnât seen Heeseung all day.
Not in the hall, not on the porch, not in the quiet hours of late evening when the light turned gold and sleepy. You tried not to look for him, but the way your ears perked at the sound of footsteps gave you away. You kept your door cracked longer than usual. You left a second mug on the counter like it was instinct.
Still, nothing.
Until 10:47 p.m., when three soft knocks tapped against your door.
You opened it slowly, and there he was.
Gray hoodie, hands in his pockets, hair damp from a shower (his hair is always damp!). He looked like he was about to say something casual, probably something like âjust wanted to check on you!â but the moment your eyes met, it died on his lips.
âHey,â you said, voice quiet, warm.
He swallowed. âYou doing anything?â
You shook your head. âShould I be?â
A ghost of a smile touched his mouth. âCome with me.â
You didnât ask where. You didnât need to.
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The rooftop was warm from the dayâs leftover sun, and the air smelled faintly of concrete and summer wind. The city sprawled below in a thousand tiny lights. The hum of cars far off. Somewhere, someone played jazz through a half-open window.
You stood at the edge of the roof together, side by side, not speaking. The silence felt comfortable now, not awkward nor heavy. Just full.
Heeseung sat first, back against the short brick wall, long legs stretched out. You sat beside him slowly, pulling your knees to your chest, careful not to brush against him.
âDo you come up here often?â you asked softly.
âI come up here when I want to stop thinking.â
You smiled. âAnd howâs that going?â
He didnât answer. His gaze was fixed somewhere far below, but his fingers twitched slightly where they rested against the concrete â like they wanted to reach for something but didnât trust the space between.
âYou always come up here?â you asked.
âOnly when I canât sleep,â he said. âWhich is most nights lately.â
âBecause of me?â
He looked over at you then, not smiling, not teasing but honest.âYeah.â
The word landed like a ripple in your chest.
You let the silence stretch again, watching the way the wind tugged at his hair. How soft he looked in this light. How close.
âI thought youâd keep avoiding me,â you said.
Heeseung let out a breath that was almost a laugh. âI did. For like five hours.â
âAnd then?â
âAnd then I wanted to see you more than I wanted to do the right thing.â
Your heart ached at that. Because it wasnât flirty. It wasnât clever. It was real.
You rested your chin on your knee. âWhatâs the right thing, anyway?â
He shrugged. âNot this.â
âBut this is what you want.â
His voice dropped. âYeah.â
You turned to face him more fully. âSo take it.â
That hung between you â bold and unshaken. You didnât look away. And he didnât blink.
Slowly, his hand moved. Just his fingers at first, brushing against yours on the ground like they werenât sure if they were allowed. You tilted your palm up.
He took it.His fingers threaded through yours â warm, steady, a little shaky. Neither of you said anything.
He looked down at your joined hands, then up at your face. His voice cracked just slightly when he spoke.âYou make me nervous.â
âWhy?â
âBecause I feel like Iâm already halfway in.â
You smiled. âNothing wrong with that. â
His lips twitched. Then stilled.
You werenât sure who moved first. Only that suddenly, his face was inches from yours, the air charged and humming between your mouths. He looked at you like he was waiting for you to stop him.
You didnât.
âCan I kiss you?â he asked, barely louder than a breath.
âYeah,â you whispered. âPlease.â
And then â finally â he kissed you.
It wasnât rushed, it wasnât wild. It was quiet and aching, like something heâd been holding in too long, like a secret finally spoken. His mouth moved over yours slowly, reverently, like he didnât want to miss a single second.
His hand cupped your jaw. Yours curled into the front of his hoodie.
When you finally pulled apart, your foreheads rested together, breath mingling, hearts not quite steady.
âIâve wanted that for a while,â he said.
You smiled, barely able to speak. âMe too.â
The wind stirred your hair. A car honked far away. Someone downstairs laughed.
But here, up on this rooftop, it was just you and him.
And something that had started slow finally beginning to catch fire.
âââ
Heeseung didnât kiss you again.
Not right away. Not after the rooftop.
Youâd both sat there for a while afterward, legs tangled, sharing secrets youâd never planned to say out loud. You told him how lonely the apartment felt some nights. He told you he hadnât let anyone in, not really, in over a year.
Eventually, he walked you to your door and stood there for a long time like he wanted to be invited in. But he wasnât ready and you didnât force it. You just reached for his hand one last time and said, âGoodnight.â
He didnât say it back.
He just watched you like he was afraid youâd disappear if he blinked.
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The next day, he acted like nothing happened.
Not in a cruel way. Just careful. Neutral.
You saw him on the porch that morning â hoodie sleeves pushed up, coffee in hand. You waved. He nodded. Said nothing.
You tried to match it. You leaned on the railing like usual, bare legs tucked under you, hair freshly styled. The breeze played with the hem of your shirt, and you saw him glance over, quick and sharp â then back down to his phone.
You bit back a smile. He was failing at pretending. Badly.
Good.
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That evening, your doorbell rang once.
You opened it to find a small white takeout bag and no one standing there. But you heard his door click shut a second later.
You brought it inside.
Inside was a container of tteokbokki â still warm â and a napkin with messy handwriting.
Eat something. You forget. - H
Your stomach fluttered like a traitor.
You texted him:
thank u. iâll return the favor. donât think this gets you out of round 2 tho.
No response.
But a minute later, you heard the sound of his microwave.
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By the time the sun went down, the apartment was too warm to be comfortable. You sat cross-legged on your couch in shorts and an oversized tee, flipping through shows you werenât watching.
You were thinking about the kiss.
How it started slow. How it stayed with you.
How he hadnât touched you since â not even a brush of fingers â and how that made you want him more.
You heard footsteps outside.
His.
Then a pause.
Then a knock.
And you opened the door without hesitation.
Heeseung stood there, hoodie zipped halfway up, hands in the pockets, eyes unreadable.
âCan I come in?â he asked softly.
You nodded and stepped aside.
He didnât sit right away. He stood near the counter, like he was thinking of a reason to stay or an excuse to leave.
You leaned against the arm of the couch and said, âYou didnât answer my text.â
He rubbed the back of his neck. âI didnât know what to say.â
You raised an eyebrow. âYouâre not regretting it, are you?â
He looked at you then â long, hard, like the idea offended him. âNo,â he said, walking forward. âIâm regretting not doing it again.â
You smiled, slow and dangerous. âSo do it again.â
He didnât wait this time.
He crossed the room, leaned down, and kissed you like he meant it â deeper, hungrier, the kind of kiss that spoke of every second heâd spent trying not to think about you. His hands found your waist. Yours tangled in the collar of his hoodie.
You pulled him down onto the couch with you, your knees bracketing his hips, mouths still pressed together. This time, it wasnât sweet. It wasnât shy.
It was need.
He pulled away just enough to look at you, lips swollen, breath uneven.
âIâm trying not to move too fast,â he whispered.
You laughed softly. âI donât care.â
His head dropped to your shoulder with a groan.
You stayed like that for a while â him curled against you, your fingers brushing through his hair, silence thick with everything unsaid.
When he finally spoke, his voice was barely audible.
âThis doesnât feel casual anymore.â
You kissed the corner of his mouth. âThatâs because it never was.â
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It started with small things.
Like how he didnât knock anymore.
Some nights, heâd just show up â hoodie tugged over his head, eyes tired, hands deep in his pockets like he didnât know what to do with them. Youâd open the door without a word and let him in. Sometimes he brought food. Sometimes he didnât. Sometimes he just wanted silence and your shoulder.
Other times, he kissed you the second you closed the door behind him.
Like he needed it. Like he couldnât not.
One evening, around 9 p.m., he texted you:
Iâm outside.
You found him sitting on the stairs just beneath your porch, arms resting loosely over his knees.
He looked up as you stepped out, then nodded for you to join him.
âI like when itâs quiet,â he said as you sat beside him.
You rested your chin on your knee. âMe too.â
He tilted his head, gaze soft. âYou look different out here.â
âMore peaceful?â
He shook his head. âMore quiet.â
You smiled. âAnd youâre still sitting next to me.â
âThatâs the problem.â He said it so easily now. Like heâd stopped fighting it.
You nudged his shoulder with yours. âWhat problem?â
He didnât say it. He just leaned in and kissed you like an answer.
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It didnât take long for people to start noticing.
Not because you were obvious, but because the energy shifted. You werenât flirting anymore. Not really.
Now, you looked at him like he was already yours.
And he looked at you like he hated how much he loved that.
One night, your upstairs neighbor passed you both in the hallway as you leaned against Heeseungâs doorframe, laughing too softly for anyone else to understand. She paused. Smiled.
âYou two finally figured it out?â
You blinked. âWhat?â
She just waved her hand. âNothing. Itâs cute.â
Heeseungâs ears flushed pink.
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The first time he stayed the night, it wasnât planned.
It was a Friday. Youâd had a bad day â some frustrating texts from friends, missed deadlines, your AC rattling like it was about to die. Heeseung showed up just after midnight with a bag of snacks, two cold cans of soda, and a promise to fix the AC.
You didnât even make it through the first half of the movie.
You fell asleep with your head on his chest and his fingers tangled in your hair, both of you tucked into the corner of the couch like you were afraid moving would wake the spell.
When you opened your eyes, it was morning. The sky was pale and the city quiet. Heeseung was still there, one arm wrapped around your waist, his breath slow against your neck.
You didnât move. You didnât want to.
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Later, as he slipped his shoes on at the door, you watched him with your arms crossed and a sleepy smirk on your face.
âNext time, bring a change of clothes.â
He glanced back at you, already smiling.
âYou planning on keeping me here?â
You shrugged. âWe both know you donât want to leave.â
He didnât argue, only leaned in, kissed your forehead, and said,
âIâll be back tonight.â
And he was.
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It was supposed to be a quick trip.
Just groceries. Maybe some snacks. Youâd texted Heeseung out of boredom, and heâd replied three minutes later with:
âPick me up.â
So now here you were, in a corner aisle of a half-empty store, laughing quietly as Heeseung leaned over your shoulder to read the label on a bottle of soy sauce you didnât actually need.
âI swear you only come here to flirt in front of the ramen.â
You tilted your head toward him. âItâs the most romantic aisle. Obviously.â
He grinned, lips brushing against the shell of your ear. âThen I guess Iâll propose in front of the instant miso.â
Your laughter echoed softly through the aisle. It wasnât loud. It wasnât scandalous. Just a kind of closeness that said weâre comfortable here â in this in-between space of almost something, almost everything.
Heeseung tugged the cart behind him as you tossed in a bag of frozen dumplings. Your fingers brushed as you walked. You didnât think twice before linking your pinky with his.
Neither of you noticed the guy standing at the end of the aisle.
Not until Heeseung froze mid-step.
You followed his gaze â and found a tall guy with messy hair and a smirk standing by the cereal section, arms crossed over his chest like heâd just stumbled across something way more interesting than Frosted Flakes.
âHee?â the guy said. âSeriously?â
Heeseungâs hand slipped from yours instantly. His expression changed. Not guilty, exactly â but startled. Like something private had just been exposed to air too early.
You glanced between them. âFriend of yours?â
âJay,â Heeseung muttered. âWe⌠used to work together.â
Jay raised an eyebrow. âUsed to?â
You stepped back slightly, giving them space, but Jayâs eyes flicked to you and then to Heeseung with a grin that said got it.
âI was just grabbing cereal,â Jay said, lifting the box like proof. âDidnât realize you were busy.â
Heeseung shoved his hands in his pockets. âItâs notââ
âRelax,â Jay cut in. âIâm not judging.â
He looked at you again, this time a little differently â not rude, not intrusive. Just curious.
âYou his girlfriend?â
You opened your mouth, but Heeseung beat you to it.
âSheâs⌠someone.â
Jay blinked, caught off guard. âOkay.â
Heeseung rubbed the back of his neck. âWeâre not really⌠telling people yet.â
Jay gave a small, knowing nod. âThen I didnât see anything.â
You smiled a little. âThanks.â
Jay winked at Heeseung. âSheâs cute. Donât mess it up.â
Then he turned and disappeared into the next aisle, humming to himself like the world hadnât just shifted.
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In the car afterward, Heeseung was quiet.
You didnât press him. You let the silence sit, warm and humming, like tension without teeth. It wasnât until you pulled into the parking lot that he finally spoke.
âI didnât mean to make it sound like Iâm ashamed.â
You looked over at him. âI know.â
He turned toward you, hand resting between your seats, thumb brushing yours gently. âI just⌠wasnât ready for anyone to see it yet.â
âYou donât owe anyone anything, Hee.â
His jaw tightened slightly. âI know. But you do.â
You raised a brow. âMe?â
âYeah. You deserve someone whoâs proud of it. Of you.â
The words sat heavy in your chest â heavier than you expected. You squeezed his fingers. âThen be proud.â
He looked at you, then down at your joined hands. âIâm trying,â he said softly. âJust⌠donât let go while I figure it out.â
You leaned in, kissed the corner of his mouth.
âIâm not going anywhere.â
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You expected him to disappear.
Not fully â but to go distant. To start second-guessing what this was, what you were. After all, someone saw. Someone knew. And the last thing Heeseung had ever been was careless.
But he didnât go anywhere.
He texted you later that night:
Home safe?
You left your hoodie in the car. Smelled like strawberries.
Might keep it.
You stared at the last message for a while.
Smiled.
Didnât answer.
Let him sit with the feeling of wanting more.
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The shift didnât come all at once.
It came in the details.
He stopped sitting on the other side of the couch. Now he pulled you into his lap like it was second nature, held you while you talked, laughed into your shoulder when you made a joke.
One afternoon, you were curled up with your legs across his lap, flipping through a magazine you werenât really reading. He was scrolling through his phone. You glanced over at his screen and realized he was typing your name into a playlist.
âShe likes sad musicâ was the title.
You tried not to melt. Failed.
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A week later, you made the mistake of calling him your friend in front of a delivery guy.
âYeah, my friendâs insideâheâs just grabbing theââ
âFriend?â Heeseung called from the kitchen. His voice sounded innocent, but you knew better.
You leaned against the wall, calling back: âDo you want me to say situationship to the man dropping off pizza?â
He poked his head out from the kitchen, holding two soda cans. âRoommate with benefits?â
You blinked. âThat makes it sound like we split rent and trauma bond.â
He walked over, handed you a can, leaned in to kiss your cheek.
You were very aware of the delivery guy watching through the half-cracked door.
âBoyfriend,â Heeseung said, voice low against your ear. âNext time, just go with boyfriend.â
Then he turned around like he hadnât just lit your entire chest on fire.
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You didnât call him that again.
Not for a while. But heâd said it. And the word kept echoing in your head, soft and dangerous.
The real surprise came on a Sunday.
You had fallen asleep on his couch after a long day, curled into a ball with your face pressed against his hoodie. It was raining again. Heeseung sat across from you at the kitchen table, scribbling something in a notebook you didnât know he used.
When you woke up, he was gone.
But a piece of paper had been tucked into your hand. Folded once. Smelled faintly like his cologne.
You opened it slowly.
Iâm bad at saying it, but Iâm not scared anymore.
I want to stay.
âââ
It started with music playing too softly from your phone.
A lazy morning. One of those cloudy, sleepy Sundays where the world felt distant â the kind where time stretched long and warm and slow, and the only thing that mattered was the blanket wrapped around your shoulders and the boy sitting on your floor, quietly tying the laces of your shoes.
He looked up at you after the second knot, dark hair flopping into his eyes. âYour laces were a mess.â
You blinked. âYou tied my shoes?â
âI live dangerously.â
You smirked. âYouâre soft.â
âYou like that.â
He wasnât wrong.
Later, you were on the porch â two mugs, one blanket, and Heeseung sitting with his legs stretched out, back against the wall, his eyes somewhere on the horizon.
You watched him, the way he looked more at home now. The way he no longer pulled away when you touched him. The way he let his hand rest on your thigh like it belonged there.
âYou never said what that note meant,â you said softly.
He didnât look at you. Just reached for his mug. âI thought it was pretty clear.â
âIt was,â you admitted. âBut I want to hear you say it.â
He stared into his coffee like it might give him the words.
Then, without ceremony, he said:
âI want this. I want you.â
You looked at him.
He still wasnât smiling. But he was serious â in that quietly terrified way that people are when theyâre finally telling the truth.
âIâm not good at big declarations,â he added. âI wonât do the speech or the fireworks. But Iâll wake up next to you. Iâll know your coffee order. Iâll call you when the streetlights turn on just because I know you like the sound of my voice at night.â
Your heart pulled tight.
âIâll stay,â he said. âIf you want me to.â
You didnât speak.
You just leaned in and kissed him â soft, slow, like an answer. Like a yes.
He kissed you back, but he smiled this time, too. You felt it. You tasted it.
When you pulled away, you rested your forehead against his.
âYouâre already here,â you whispered.
Heeseung nodded. âI know.â
âââ
That night, you shared his bed for the first time. Not rushed. Not messy.
You brushed your teeth together, bumping elbows. You stole his t-shirt. You crawled beneath his blankets and let him hold you like the world would still be waiting in the morning.
He fell asleep with one hand over your heart. And when you woke up â warm, tangled, safe â he was still there.
â summary: you just moved into a new building, right across from three loud guys. two said sorry and the third couldnât care less.
pairing: pshx f!reader,wc: 14k words , genre: enemies to lovers ish, neighbor!au, fluff, romcom w: rude jokes, cussing, kissing
The elevator doors swung open, and soon you stepped out into the third floor hallway. You looked like you were moving in, which in your defenseâŚyou were. The oversized hoodie slipping off one shoulder, arms hugging a stack of takeout containers and a cactus you had that had pricked you far too many times, but that didnât matter. You were finally on your own.
Unit 3B. That was you now.Â
Your keys jingled in your palm as you found the door, nudged it open with one knee, and stepped into the apartment youâd stared at for months on rental listings. It wasnât huge, but it had a little kitchen with enough space for your mumâs rice cooker, and a balcony that caught the sun in the morning. You spun around in the centre of the room, grinning, almost knocking the cactus you had just placed on the counter in the process.
And by nightfall, the place felt like yours. Your fairy lights were strung up across your living room. Your fridge held exactly a bottle of soda, some tuna you had eaten an hour ago and a bag of unwashed grapes. You lit a vanilla candle, the one your best friend, Jungwon, made you promise to use so you'd remember him⌠even while being so far apart. But Jungwon hated travelling, so in his mind, you'd basically moved to another continent.Â
Jungwon dramatically declared, âYouâre practically moving to another country.â
âJungwon, Iâm literally a two-hour train ride away.â
âThatâs basically Europe.â
You rolled your eyes at the memory, smiling to yourself.
Still, you were glad youâd made the decision to move. Three years ahead of you⌠of being on your own, of learning to be independent, part-time jobs, and what you hopedâŚa future incoming relationship. It should be easy. It should be peaceful. It should beâ
âDUDE!!!â
A scream ripped through your wall.
It came from the wall to your right, a thin wall nudged between you and your neighbours. You could hear celebrations. A voice shouted, âTHAT WAS INSANE!â followed by a loud thump like someone had jumped off the sofa.
You tried ignoring it at first, burying yourself under the blanket like it could block out noise. But 20 minutes in, another screamed âHEâS OFFSIDE, YOU DUMBââ loud enough to rattle the walls, you snapped.
You threw on your hoodie, jammed your feet into slippers, and marched out the front door like you were storming a battlefield. The hallway was dim and quiet, except for the muffled party behind door 3C. You knocked, hard, but polite.
The door creaked open mid-laughter, revealing three guys mid-snack, mid-game.
âHi,â you said, tight smile. âSorry to bother you, but⌠would you mind keeping it down a little? Iâve got a test tomorrow and itâs kinda hard to focus with all the screaming.â
The one with fluffy hair, cute little eyes, nodded immediately. âShit. Sorry, sorry. Totally our bad.â
Another one, long lashes and a goofy smile, actually winced. âDidnât realise it was that loud. Weâll keep it down, promise.â
âAre you new here?â the first one asked.
You nodded. âI just moved in today, actually.â
âOh shit. Mrs Kim moved out?â
âDamn, weâre not getting her kimchi anymore, thatâs for sure.â
âWe gotta eat those store-bought ones that taste like ass.â
The second boy looked at you again, more focused this time. âOh right! Iâm Jake! Itâs great to meet you! Iâm sorry it happened under⌠unfortunate circumstances. But weâll be quieter!â
âIâm Jay, by the way,â the first one added with a small grin, pushing his hair back.
You nodded, smiling slightly. At least they were nice about it. Well, two out of three, anyway.
You glanced past both of them, eyes landing on the third boy slouched on the couch, still holding the controller, gaze fixed on the paused screen like you werenât even there. His jaw clenched once. No name. No hello. Just a subtle, annoyed glance in your direction before he looked away again.
Cool. So he hates you. Thatâs cool with you.
The third guy didnât say anything. Just glanced at you once, then turned back toward the TV.
âUh, thanks,â you said, lips tight, already backing away.
You returned to your apartment and for a blessed thirty minutes, it was quiet.
Then someone scored a goal and the wall shook again.
You blinked slowly at your ceiling, arms folded under your head like the weight of your patience was finally starting to crush your ribs. Okay. So thatâs how it was going to be. You frowned.
And that was literally⌠how war started.
The next morning, fuelled by petty vengeance and two hours of sleep, you grabbed your pastel pink sticky notes and wrote:
âDear 3C, Iâve played FIFA before. It is not that damn fun for you to be out here screaming. Please tone it down. Regards, the zombie in 3B.â
You slapped it on their door. Nothing changed.
And the next day:
âDear 3C, I canât sleep. Kindly shut up <3 With love, the girl one more sleepless night away from writing to the landlord. 3B.â
You half expected them to ignore it. Instead, you found your note missing by mid-afternoon. Gone.Â
For a moment, you felt powerful. Maybe theyâd actually listened.
Then 8:43 p.m. hit and someone in 3C scored a goal so loud you swore the bass from their TV made your candle flicker.
Alright. So it was personal now.
You stormed over to their door again, hands on your hips.. It wasnât that late. You werenât unreasonable. You believed in joy. In freedom. But right now? Rage was the only thing pumping through your system.
You shuffled down the hall with your bunny slippers slapping against the floor, hair in a claw clip that was giving up. You looked deranged. And for the first time, you were fine with that. You banged on their door.
The door cracked open a second later, revealing Jake blinking like a deer in headlights. His hair was messy. He looked mildly afraid.
âWere⌠we being loud again?â
You stared at him, deadpan. âYa think?â
Jake rubbed the back of his neck. âOkay, okay. Iâm so sorry. Itâs Sunghoon. He keeps saying itâs not that loud and we were mid-tournament andââ
âTell Sunghoon that his egoâs not the only thing echoing through these walls,â you snapped, arms crossed. âSome of us are trying to study.â
Behind Jake, you heard a familiar scoff followed by a smug voice yelling, âGod, sheâs so annoying. We were literally whispering.â
You leaned to the side, locking eyes with the third boy slouched on the couch, controller in hand, feet on the coffee table like the world owed him something. He didnât even pause the game this time.
You didnât know what it was about his stupidly symmetrical face but your blood boiled.
âTell this Sunghoon guyâŚhis whispering sounds like a screeching cat,â you said flatly, before spinning on your heel and marching back toward your door when you heard his aggravating voice.
âTell her sheâs overreacting over a couple of friends simply trying to have fun,â Sunghoon fired back from the couch, not even raising his voice.Â
You turned your head just enough to glare over your shoulder. âWell, tell him, his shirt doesnât match his fucking pants.â
Jake looked helpless, standing between you both like a middle child caught in a divorce.
And then, with that same bored tone, Sunghoon called out again, âWell, tell her⌠those slippers are the best thing sheâs worn all week.â
You stopped.
Jake sucked in a breath.
You slowly turned, eyes narrowing. âTell him he wouldnât know good fashion if it came with a user manual and punched him in his freaking face.â
Sunghoon finally glanced away from the TV, meeting your eyes for the first time that night. His lips curved into the most irritating half-smile youâd ever seen.
âTell herââ
Jake stepped in between again, hands raised. âOkay! Okay. Weâre gonna turn the volume down. Like, way down. Like you canât even hear us tiptoe. Right, Sunghoon?â
Sunghoon leaned back against the couch and shrugged. âWhatever. Iâm not the one annoying my neighbors at 9pm on a Friday night. Get some friends.âÂ
You slammed your door shut.
War was back on.
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The next morning, your plan was simple. A little petty, sure, but necessary.
You stood outside their door in your pyjamas, holding a fresh pack of neon yellow Post-its since your previous ones were used up by the ongoing Post-It war.The hallway was empty. Your bunny slippers made no sound as you padded up to 3C and stuck the first one of the week dead-centre on the door.
âDear 3C, just a gentle reminder that FIFA will not feed you, clothe you, or give you money. Kindly shut up. PLEASE. Warmest regards, 3B.â
You smiled to yourself and floated back to your apartment.
That night? For the first time� Silence. Beautiful, blissful silence. You actually managed to revise two chapters and fall asleep before midnight. You woke up in the morning feeling like a changed woman.
But then you opened your front door.
There, taped neatly to your door, was a blue sticky note with surprisingly neat handwriting.
âDear 3B, you sound like you narrate your life out loud. â 3C.â
Your jaw dropped.
âNarrate your life out loud?â you muttered. âThatâs literally called thinking.â
You marched back into your apartment, flung open your stationery drawer.
âDear 3C, apologies if my internal monologue disrupted your daily FIFA championship. I only talk to myself because your volume settings make it impossible to hear my own thoughts. With all due respect (and ear damage), 3B."
That afternoon, Jay knocked on your door. You hesitated, then opened it a crack. He was holding a bag of convenience store pancakes in one hand.
âPeace offering,â he said. âAlso, I think your notes are hilarious. Jakeâs been collecting them. I think heâs making a scrapbook.â
You blinked. âIs this a joke or something?â
Jay shrugged, leaning casually against the doorframe. âNo! Honestly, itâs kinda refreshing.â
Jake popped his head in from behind, grinning. âAlso, your handwritingâs really neat.â
You opened the door a little wider, cautious then shrugged. âYou want some⌠uh⌠spaghetti? I made it this morning.â
âSpaghetti?â Jay tilted his head.
You nodded. âYeah. I usually experiment with food. IâmâŚuhâŚin culinary school.â
Jakeâs eyes widened. âWait, so youâre like⌠a chef?â
âTrying to be.,â you said with a shrug, suddenly a little self-conscious.
They exchanged a quick look before barging in like you'd personally handed them invites at the door.
âThatâs so cool,â Jake said, practically bouncing as he flopped onto your beanbag. âI burnt instant noodles last week. Twice.â
Jay wandered deeper into your living room, his gaze landing on the dusty old guitar leaning against your bookshelf. âDude, check it out! She plays the guitar.â
You rubbed the back of your neck, awkward. âItâs just for fun. Iâm not that good.â
âIâm sure youâre great,â Jake said, already chewing through a mouthful of spaghetti heâd somehow found, and served himself in a bowl you didnât remember offering.
You blinked at him. âDid you justâ?â
âPlate was right there,â he said through a mouthful. âI took it as a sign.â
Jay nodded solemnly. âShe feeds us and plays guitar. Sheâs better than Mrs. Kim already.â
You sighed and closed the door behind them. âIâm starting to think Mrs. Kim left because of the three of you.â
In between bites, Jake nodded without hesitation. âI think so too.â
âWe can be loud,â Jay added, helping himself to another serving.
âHave you thought of⌠not being loud?â
âWe do,â Jay said. âBut then we get loud again.â
You rolled your eyes. âGuys, some of us have school andââ
âWe have school too,â Jake chimed in, mouth full.
âOkay⌠some of us care about sleep.â
Jay perked up. âThatâs why we got you this.â
He dug into his hoodie pocket and pulled out a tiny box, dropping it into your hands.
You squinted at it. âWhatâs this?â
âTheyâre sleep buds,â he said proudly. âThey go in your ears and play white noise and, like⌠ocean sounds or something. Blocks everything out. Even us.â
You stared at the box, then at them.
âInstead of compromising, you got me gear?â
Jake grinned. âYeah. We like you. We want you to be able to sleep⌠through us.â
Jay gave you a thumbs-up. âItâs called adaptation.â
You looked down at the sleep buds in your hands and then back up at the two of them absolutely inhaling your spaghetti like they hadnât eaten in weeks.
You didnât know whether to kick them out or thank them.
So you just sighed, defeated. âYou guys are the weirdest neighbours Iâve ever had.â
Jake beamed. âAww. Youâre the weirdest too.â
And somehow⌠the next day⌠they were back.
You opened the door mid-knock, confused, only to find Jay grinning at you.
âWhatâs for lunch today, boss?â he asked, already halfway through the doorway.
You blinked. âHowâd you know I made something?â
âWe could smell it,â Jake said, stepping in right behind him, holding up a comically large spoon. âSmells so good. Brought my big spoon today. Came prepared.â
âUh⌠I made chowder?â
Jakeâs eyes lit up. âOh my god, I love chowder.â
Jay had already plopped onto the floor cushion, flipping through your Spotify like he owned your iPad. âWhat kind? Clam? Corn? Pumpkin? Wait⌠do people put pumpkin in chowder?â
You stared at them, ladle in hand.
âCorn,â you muttered, shuffling back into the kitchen.
Then the day after that⌠they came again. At this point, it felt less like a surprise and more like a recurring appointment.
âNo fucking way. Kimchi stew? This shit is so good!. Jay, you need to try the beef. Itâs so soft. Howâ howâd you get it so soft? Is this like one of those expensive beef? Wakoo?â
âItâs Wagyu, Jake.â You corrected.
âWagyu~â He sang.
Jay, already mid-bite, nodded with a full mouth. âCan I havefth thefth reshepee?â
You wiped your hands on a dish towel, leaning against the counter with one brow raised. âDo you guys ever eat in your own apartment?â
Jake didnât miss a beat. âNot when you cook like this.â
Jay pointed his chopsticks at you like he was making a closing argument in court. âThis is technically your fault. You fed us once. Thatâs basically a binding contract. Weâre best friends now. Arenât we, Jake?â
Jake nodded, mouth full. âMhmff. Whatever he said.â
You sighed, setting your elbow on the table and dropping your chin into your hand. âIf youâre gonna keep doing this, at least wash the dishes after.â
Jake saluted you with his spoon like you were the captain of a very tiny, soup-based army. âYes, chef.â
You looked at the two of them, one already on his third helping, the other stealing more beef straight from the pot, and shook your head.
This wasnât how your independent, put-together, college life was supposed to go. You were meant to be focused. The mysterious girl on the third floor who only ever came out for groceries and exams.
But maybe⌠with the two of them barging in uninvited, eating like they hadnât seen food in years, and treating your living room like it was theirsâŚ
Maybe you wouldnât feel so lonely after all.
-
It was 9 p.m. Strangely quiet.
Usually, by now, thereâd be at least one goal celebration shaking the walls or someone shouting about a missed penalty. But tonight? Nothing. You didnât let it bother you. You took it as a win.
The balcony door slid open with a soft scrape. You stepped out into the cool night, cradling your little scissors and spray bottle like sacred tools. Your succulents were arranged in a neat line. A few leaves had started to curl. You knelt down, snipping the dead ends carefully.
You shouldâve felt peaceful.
But tonight, something tugged at your chest.Â
You missed Jungwon. You missed your momâs mismatched cutlery and the way your dad always forgot heâd already asked about your grades. Maybe even your pet fish, the one that never did much except float around looking confused.
Jay and Jake were friendly, sure. But they werenât yours. They werenât part of your before. They didnât know the town you came from or the versions of you that existed before now.
And even though you thought youâd settled in... even though you were coping...you were lonely.
Without meaning to, you started speaking out loud â just like you always did.
âItâs fine. Youâll do better tomorrow. Tomorrow you wonât feel as lonely,â you said softly as you misted the leaves. âYouâll be stronger. Youâre gonna get used to this. You can do it.â
But the lie caught in your throat.
Because you were crying already.
You wiped your cheek with the sleeve of your hoodie, frustrated, betrayed by your own body. You reached for your phone without thinking and hit the contact you swore you wouldnât keep calling every time you got overwhelmed.
Jungwon answered on the first ring.
âWhatâs up?â he asked, casual as ever.
âWonâŚâ you breathed out.
There was a pause. Then: âAre you crying?â
âNo?â
âI can hear you sniffling, you shit.â
âItâs justââ your voice cracked. âItâs hard. Iâm alone all the time. Iâve got no friends. Iâve got no one to talk to. Iâm alone, Won.â
âI know,â he said gently. âI knowâŚâ
There was a pause. You could hear him shifting in bed, his voice soft and serious now. âBut think about it this way, okay? Youâre barely in your first month. Youâre gonna get used to it. Youâre gonna find people. Youâre gonna build something here. It just takes time.â
You bit your lip. âYouâll visit if you can, right?â
âIâll visit,â he promised. âEven if it takes two bloody hours.â
âBut you hate traveling.â
âFor you, Iâd suffer.â
You sniffled. âYouâre just saying that so Iâll hang up.â
âYouâre right because Iâm exhausted from basketball. But also⌠I love you.â
âFine,â you mumbled. âI love you too.â
âChin up. Youâre talented and you deserve to be there. You can do this. Weâre all counting on you.â
âI know.â You exhaled slowly. âGoodnight, Wonnie.â
âNight.â
You ended the call and sat in silence for a moment, letting the cool night air settle on your skin. The tears had stopped. Your hands still smelled like mint and basil and the faint sweetness of the spray bottle. You stared at your succulents, wondering if they ever got lonely too.
Unbeknownst to you, just a few feet away, out on the connected balcony, hidden by the divider, someone had heard everything.
He hadnât meant to eavesdrop. Heâd stepped out earlier, just needing air, needing quiet, needing to be somewhere still for once. And then heâd heard your voice. The words that were not meant for anyone else.
And for the first time, Sunghoon didnât roll his eyes or make a sarcastic comment.
He just stood there in the dark, one hand gripping the railing, heart a little heavier than before.
He understood more than you thought.
And somewhere between your tears and Jungwonâs voice, he changed his mind about you.
-
The next few days, there was absolute silence. Maybe the food had finally worked some psychological warfare on Jay and Jake. Maybe it was their way of returning the favour. Either way, you werenât about to question it.
You were grateful, to say the least.
Because for the past week, youâd been moping around your apartment. Living alone and striking out as an âindependent bacheloretteâ sounded empowering in theory, but in practice? Maybe you werenât one of those girlies after allâŚyâknow the ones on Instagram who made solitude look like a season of self-discovery instead of a series of breakdowns.
It was Saturday. Youâd spent the entire morning in bed watching a Netflix documentary about some guy swindling people on Tinder, surrounded by crumpled tissue and scented candle smoke that had long turned suffocating. You were still in yesterdayâs hoodie, blanket tangled around your legs.
Three knocks echoed at the door.
You lifted your head from the pillow with a groan, barely alive. The sound came again.
Dragging yourself across the living room, you cracked the door open just a sliver, just wide enough to peek through but not enough to reveal the disaster that was your face, your hair, or your pride.
âUh.â The voice was hesitant. Familiar.
You squinted.
Sunghoon.
You blinked. âWhat are you doing here?â you asked, your voice hoarse from crying and a full night of narrating your own spiral.
âThere was a mix-up with the mail,â he said, holding up a small stack of envelopes.
âOh.â You extended your arm awkwardly through the tiny gap in the door and grabbed the letters. âThanks.â
There was a pause, âI can see your puffy eyes through the gap.â
You scoffed, immediately pulling the door closer. âYou just have to be a smartass about everything, donât you?â
He shrugged, completely unbothered, hands in the pockets of his hoodie. Still standing there.Â
ââŚAre Jake and Jay home?â you asked, trying to sound casual.
His expression twitched, almost amused. âWhy? Trying to steal my best friends again orââ
âNo,â you deadpanned. âI was just wondering. Itâs been⌠quiet this whole week.â
âThey went home to visit their families.â
Oh. Right. Come to think of it, maybe that explained why everything felt extra heavy lately. It was the time of year people usually went home. People surrounded themselves with comfort and familiarity. And here you were, stuck in the city because the train ticket home was just slightly out of budget.
âYou didnât go?â you asked softly.
âCanât,â he shrugged.
âOh.â
There was a beat of silence. Then he tilted his head.
âWell,â Sunghoon said slowly, âif you ever need someone to emotionally rejuvenate you by pointing out your hair looks like a ratâs nest, you know where to find me.â
The words came with the usual venom but the message behind them landed differently.
You stared at him through the gap in the door. You couldnât tell if he was trying to be funny, or⌠sincere, in his own weird, backhanded way. It was strange. Youâd only had three full conversations with the guy. And every single one ended in a WWE tournament.
You narrowed your eyes slightly. âAre you⌠being nice to me?â
He clicked his tongue. âDonât ruin it.â
And with that, he turned and walked back.
-
You finally got up.
There was no movie-worthy breakthrough moment. Just the dull ache in your head from crying too much and the feeling that if you shed one more tear, your eyeballs might actually eject themselves from their sockets. So you moved. You stripped your bed, tossed the mountain of tissues into a trash bag, sprayed half a bottle of disinfectant in the air, and opened every window.
Your apartment looked like it had survived an apocalypse, which, to be fair, was accurate. But you scrubbed it back to life.
By the time you were in the kitchen, your eyes were still a little swollen, but youâd pressed them with cool spoons and a sad little compress until you could see straight again. Kind of.
You pulled out ingredients from your fridge one by one, lining them up like you were preparing for war. Slicing, boiling, julienning, stir-frying. The sound of the pan crackling beneath the glass noodles filled the silence of your apartment. It smelled exactly like it did when your mom used to make it.
You plated it in a wide, shallow bowl. It was delicious. Of course it was. You took pride in it. You always had. Jungwon used to tease you, calling your hands âblessed by Gordon Ramsayâ like everything you touched turned into comfort food. Youâd swat his arm, trying not to smile as he reached for second helpings before youâd even sat down.
You missed him. You missed your family. You missed not having to eat alone on a day like this.
Your eyes drifted to the door.
Would it be stupid? To bring food to Sunghoon? Youâd never really done anything kind for him. Most of your interactions were lined with sarcasm and insults. And yet⌠that one line of his kept replaying in your head, âIf you ever need someone to emotionally rejuvenate you by pointing out your hair looks like a ratâs nest, you know where to find me.â
So maybeâŚmaybe he meant it. Or maybe you were just desperate for company and your noodles were starting to get cold.
Before you could talk yourself out of it, you packed the noodles into a clean container, wrapped a rubber band around it, and found yourself standing in front of 3C. Your feet had walked you here without permission. Your hand hovered in the air, ready to knock, but now⌠you hesitated. You werenât here to complain. You werenât here to yell. And that made it harder.
And just before your knuckles could land on the door, it swung open.
Sunghoon stood in front of you, coat already on, scarf looped lazily around his neck. There was a little shine to his hair like heâd styled it, and he looked surprised, mildly confused to find you on his doorstep without any anger evident in your eyes.
âWhat?â he said, voice dry.
You blinked, staring at him. Youâd never really looked at him properly before. Not when he was this put-together. The gel in his hair, the sharp line of his jaw, the way his scarf sat slightly off-center like heâd thrown it on in a rush. You knew he was attractive. You werenât blind. But seeing him now?
Sunghoon was actually⌠pretty handsome.
âIâuhââ you stammered.
His eyes narrowed slightly. âSpit it out.â
âIâuhâI made some⌠stir-fried glass noodles,â you said, stumbling over every syllable. âAnd I know how much it sucks being alone on a day like this, so I thought⌠maybe itâd bring you some kind of familiarity. From home, or something.â
You didnât let yourself overthink it. You shoved the container into his hands, heart pounding.
âBye,â you mumbled, before immediately turning around and marching back to your apartment like youâd just robbed a bank. The door clicked shut behind you.
You pressed your back to it, eyes wide.
Shit.
Was Sunghoon actually hot?
-
Sunghoon stood in the hallway, unmoving. The container in his hands was warm and he stared down at it for a couple of seconds longer than he probably shouldâve.
Jake and Jay had been raving about your cooking for weeks. At first, he thought they were exaggerating. How good could someoneâs food be that it made two of the loudest people he knew voluntarily whisper through a FIFA match?
But heâd seen it with his own eyes, Jake silently fist-pumping the air, mouthing âLETâS FUCKING GOâ after a goal, and Jay barely reacting as he scored. They even created a rule: first one to speak puts a dollar in the Silence Jar. A literal jar. With money.
Sunghoon didnât get it.
And he didnât particularly care to. Not then.
But now, standing in the hallway in his coat and scarf, staring at the gift you shoved into his hands with flushed cheeks, something felt different.
He had been on his way out, actually. There was a bar nearby, nothing special, just a dim-lit spot with quiet music and decent food where no one bothered him. He usually went there whenever Jay and Jake went back home, like they did this time every year. It wasnât that he didnât have familyâhe did. It just wasnât⌠warm. They were always busy. Always somewhere else, even when they were in the same room.
He peeled off his scarf, feet dragging a little as he headed back into the apartment, the door clicking shut behind him. He set the container on the kitchen counter, grabbed a pair of chopsticks from the drawer, and opened the lid.
Steam wafted up instantly, sesame oil, soy sauce, garlic, something subtly sweet he couldnât name. The noodles glistened. They looked homemade. No, they felt homemade.
He picked up a strand and gave it a tentative taste.
His eyes widened before he could even help it.
It was good. Like stupid good. Like how the hell is this girl not running her own restaurant kind of good. Better than anything he wouldâve paid for at that bar tonight.
He stood there in silence, chopsticks hovering mid-air, thinking back.
He wasnât proud of how heâd treated you. Three encounters, three arguments. He remembered each one too clearly. The snark in his voice. The way your expression hardened. The notes on the door.Â
But it wasnât really about you.
He hated being called out. Hated being the problem. Maybe it was ego, or maybe it was the way heâd always felt like he had to be put-together or to say the leastâŚcontrolled. Your presence threw him off. You were loud in a way that was sincere. You didnât filter your emotions. You wore your annoyance on your sleeve and your feelings on your face.
It irritated him. It also⌠made him feel something.
And then there was that night on the balcony.
He hadnât meant to listen. But when he heard your voice cracking through the divider, talking to someoneâŚmaybe it was your boyfriend? Your best friend? Whoever it was about how lonely you were, it hit him harder than it shouldâve.
Because he got it.
He felt it too.
Being alone in a crowd. Having people around but never really with you. That weight in your chest that didnât come from sadness exactlyâŚjust the absence of warmth.
Sunghoon felt it more often than he cared to admit. He loved Jake and Jay, loved them to pieces. They were the kind of people who filled a room with noise and an energy he couldnât really place and who made him laugh even when he didnât want to.
He wanted something more. Something real.
Someone who just⌠saw him.
He sat at his kitchen counter, staring at the container of glass noodles still warm with steam curling from the lid. He wasnât usually impulsive. He didnât do gestures. But maybe tonight called for something a little uncharacteristic.
He stood and reached up, opening the top cupboard where Jake and Jay kept what they called their âemergency date plates.â. The kind of plates you used to impress someone. They only ever brought them out when trying to convince girls they were not, in fact, living in a borderline condemned apartment flat.
He grabbed two.
And then, before he could second guess it, he walked out into the hallway and knocked.Â
Your door creaked open a few seconds later.
You blinked at him, confused. âWhat?â
It almost felt like deja vu. Except now, he was youâŚawkward at the door.
And then it hit him.
He looked at youâŚlike, really looked at you, and for the first time, he realised heâd never actually seen you before.Â
You were wearing a soft pink sleeveless dress, the fabric loose and falling just above your knees, cinched slightly at the waist. Your hair was tied into a side braid, fringe swept slightly to the side, with a few delicate strands left loose to frame your face. You looked like you belonged in a pastel painting.
Shit.
Were you actuallyâpretty?
Nope. Nope. Stop that. Sunghoon blinked hard, trying to erase the thought.
Damn it.
You probably had a boyfriend. Someone smart and warm and emotionally available who FaceTimed you every night and wrote you good morning texts. Someone who missed you from back home.
And besidesâŚsomeone who could cook like you? You could probably bag Jake and Jay at the same time in under a minute if you wanted. Not that you would. But still.
He cleared his throat.
âI, uhâŚâ He held up the plates slightly. âI thought maybe⌠you could join me?â
He wasnât good at this. But his voice was steady.
âOnly if you want to,â he added, quickly. âI just figured. Yâknow. Glass noodles taste better on⌠plates that arenât plastic.â
His eyes met yours.
He was trying.
And this time, it was your turn to blink in disbelief.
-
Sunghoon had returned with the container of glass noodles, now a little colder, a little stickier, but still giving off the faint aroma of sesame oil and soy sauce. Youâd reheated it and plated it up, slightly embarrassed that the presentation wasnât what it had been fresh off the stove, but he didnât seem to care. Or maybe he did, but you couldnât tell, because for the first five minutes, you didnât look at each other.
The clink of chopsticks, the occasional scrape of ceramic, and your ceiling fan. It was awkward. You wondered why he even came. Why he asked in the first place, if he was just going to eat in silence.
âSo,â you said.
âSo,â he said.
You paused.
âYou first.â
âNo, youââ
âOkay, Iâll go first,â he said, cutting himself off. He cleared his throat and set his chopsticks down. âIâuhâI just wanted to say thanks. For the meal.â
You blinked. âOkay.â You nodded slowly. âYouâre⌠shockingly formal when youâre not pissed.â
âIââ Sunghoon let out a breath and leaned back a little in the chair. âI was never pissed.â
âMhm,â you hummed, nodding, eyes narrowed. âSure.â
âI was annoyed, sure. Who likes being called out?â
âI wasnât trying to call you out,â you said, tilting your head. âBut put yourself in my shoes. I have to wake up at stupid oâclock to learn how to make a soufflĂŠ or whatever, and meanwhile, Iâm treated to surround sound yelling and the occasional ceiling vibration.â
He gave a small shrug. âWell, we havenât done it in a while.â
âAnd Iâm grateful,â you replied, lips twitching. âTruly.â
âWe got a silence jar and everything,â he muttered, almost like he didnât want to admit it.
Your eyebrows shot up. âA silence jar?â
He nodded. âYeah. Jay implemented it. He said if we keep it up, weâll have enough for extra toppings on our next pizza night.â
You burst into laughter, the sound surprising even yourself. It came out light and real, and you covered your mouth halfway through. âThatâs⌠honestly? A decent plan.â
âIt can be,â he said with a grin starting to pull at the corner of his mouth. âUntil everyone starts trying to play FIFA like itâs an ASMR video.â
âYou guys actually whisper?â you asked, incredulous.
âWell, yeah. You told us to.â
âI didnât think you would listen,â you said, pointing your chopsticks at him.
Sunghoon shrugged again, his eyes dropping to the plate in front of him. âWell⌠they changed my mind, so.â
He didnât say what he was really thinking.
That it wasnât Jake or Jay who changed his mind. It was that night. The way your voice had carried through the gap in the balcony, fragile and cracking. The way youâd said Iâm alone, Won like it was something that had been sitting inside you for too long, waiting to spill. Heâd realised then maybe he wasnât just an annoying neighbour to you. Maybe he was part of the problem. Maybe heâd been making things harder for someone who was already trying to hold it all together.
âSoâŚâ he said quietly, eyes on his plate, âwhy are you alone during the holidays anyway?â
âCouldnât afford a train ticket,â you said eventually. âI meanâI could have, technically. But thatâd mean I wouldnât have enough money left to buy ingredients for my assignments the next few weeks.â
Sunghoon winced. âOof. Thatâs rough. Must suck.â
You gave a little shrug. âYeah. Itâs fine though.â
He knew it wasnât.
There was a pause. He glanced sideways at you.
âIf you ever⌠feel like you need someone to talk to,â he started, voice casual, âyou could just knock. I have FIFA.â
You snorted. âOh, like Iâd willingly join that mess.â
âItâs actually really fun.â
âHow fun can flinging a ball across a screen with your thumbs be?â
âIt is!â he defended, turning fully toward you.
You raised a brow. âI tried once with my friend and it was so boring.â
âThatâs âcause you werenât playing it right,â he insisted, already standing up. âCome on. Iâll show you.â
âIâm not playing FIFA with you.â
âCome onnn,â he whined, grabbing your wrist and tugging you lightly toward his door.
âGod, this is gonna be so stupid,â you muttered, dragging your feet even as you followed him out.
Inside his apartment, the lights were warm, the couch sunken in like it had been through a war. You sat reluctantly, tucking your knees up as he handed you the controller.
âAlright,â he said, sliding in beside you. âThis is youâTeam Two. All you have to do is use the left joystick to move, the right one to look around. This button to pass, this one to shoot.â
You blinked. âSo many buttons.â
âItâs easy! Just follow what I say.â
âOkay⌠so now I justâ?â You pressed a button and immediately kicked the ball out of bounds.
âNo, noâmove left. Left.â
âI am moving left!â
He glanced over. Your tongue was sticking out slightly in concentration, eyes squinted, brows furrowed. He chuckled before he could stop himself, quickly looking away.
Then you screamed, âI DID IT! DID I DO IT?!â
He turned back just in time to see you score.
Sunghoon yelled, jumping up. âYeah! That was it!â
You stared at the screen, jaw dropping. âHoly shit. Iâm amazing.â
He looked at you again, this time longer. Your eyes were glowing, still locked on the TV. Your fingers tapped at the buttons like you already got it down. You bit your lip when you were focused, tongue sticking out just slightly when you were thinking.
And you were cute. So fucking cute.
The match picked up pace. Suddenly it was 2â2, and both of you were leaning in like your lives depended on it. You were yelling at the controller. He was shouting advice. At one point, your knees knocked, but neither of you noticed. The room was loud, just your voices and the music from the game and the way your laughter filled every corner of his flat.
Then it happened.
You scored.Â
You screamed, controller tossed onto the couch, and before Sunghoon could register what was happening, your arms were around his neck, squeezing him tight as you jumped slightly in place.
âI WON! DID YOU SEE THAT?!â
He froze. Your cheek brushed his jaw, your warmth right up against him. His hands hovered midair like he didnât know whether to hold you back or not.
And then you let go, plopped back onto the couch, and grabbed the controller again like nothing had happened.
Sunghoon didnât move.
For the first time in what felt like forever, his heartbeat stuttered. Sped up like it had been woken from a long, indifferent sleep.
He sat there, silent, staring at you as you shouted at your pixelated team.
And all he could think was well thatâŚhe hadnât planned on crushing on the new girl based on one single positive interaction.
God, he was so screwed.
-
The next few days passed in a blur of almost-conversations.
You and Sunghoon didnât talk much. Not like that night. Just a few polite waves across the hallway, a quiet âheyâ if you caught the elevator at the same time. Respectful nods. The occasional awkward glance if your eyes met for too long.
And then Jake and Jay came back.
And of course, Jake being Jake, invited himself into your apartment before you could even say no.
âI missed your cooking while I was gone,â he sighed dramatically, sinking into the dining chair like heâd returned from war.
âWell, todayâs your lucky day,â you said, flipping through your assignment folder and squinting at the weekâs task. âBecause for todayâs assignment, Iâm supposed toâŚâ you paused. âMake a really mean chicken pot pie.â
Jakeâs eyes lit up. He clapped his hands, nearly tipping his chair over. âCHICKEN POT PIE?!â
Before you could even blink, he leapt up, yanked your door open, and sprinted into the hallway.
âJAY! ITâS CHICKEN POT PIE!â he yelled like it was a fire drill.
From across the hall, Jayâs voice rang out. âWHAT?! NO WAY!â
And thenâanother voice joined them.
A quieter one.
âChicken pot pie?â
You didnât even have time to react before you were suddenly hosting three grown men in your kitchen, all leaning over your counter.
âGuys,â you said, elbow-deep in flour. âI canât focus if youâre all staring at me like that.â
âWeâre just excited,â Jake grinned, chin in his hands.
âWell donât be. Iâve never made this before. It might taste like ass.â
âYour hands are basically blessed by Gordon Ramsay,â Jay declared, grabbing a slice of carrot from the cutting board. âItâs impossible for it to taste like ass.â
You laughed, the sound soft and unexpected even to yourself. âJungwon used to tell me that all the time.â
âOh he did?â Jay echoed, voice teasing.
Sunghoon stood a few steps back from the others, arms crossed loosely, leaning against your fridge. He hadnât said much since stepping into your place, but now he watched the three of you.
The way you smiled when Jay made a joke. The way Jake knew where you kept your mixing bowls. The way your eyes sparkled, just slightly, when you laughed about something from home. The way they got it. The way they knew you.
And the way he didnât.
Sunghoon couldnât explain it but it made his stomach twist. Tight and strange and uncomfortable.
And then he heard it again.
Jungwon.
Who the hell was Jungwon?
His name sounded too casual. Too affectionate. The kind of name you didnât just drop without meaning.
Sunghoon didnât say anything. He just looked down at your countertop, at the flour dusting your hands and the delicate way your fingers shaped the crust, and all he could think wasâ
Why the fuck did he care so much?
You moved around your kitchen with the kind of ease that made it impossible not to watch. Sunghoonâs eyes were locked on you, the way your hair swayed behind your back as you leaned forward to stir something in the pot, the way your sleeves were pushed up.Â
His heart pounded harder than it shouldâve. He tried to brush it off. Maybe he was just hungry. Maybe it was just the smell of garlic and butter making him lightheaded. That had to be it, right?
Except no.
He hadnât planned on feeling like this today. Not when he woke up. Not when he brushed his teeth and went on his phone and told himself heâd stay in his apartment. He hadnât even planned on coming over. And that night the two of you shared noodles? Heâd chalked it up to vulnerability. Nighttime feelings. Nothing serious.
But now it was noon. He was awake. Sober. And you were still somehow making his chest tighten just by existing within ten feet of him.
God. He hated having a crush.
He didnât even realise how lost he looked until Jake spoke up from the side, breaking the spell.
âSo, is Jungwon finally coming?â
This guy again.
Sunghoonâs head whipped toward Jake so fast it mightâve snapped his neck.
You perked up at the mention, a smile blooming across your face without even trying. âYeah! Heâs coming in two weeks! I actually told him about you guys. Heâs kinda excited to meet you.â
That smile. It wasnât fake. It wasnât forced. You looked like someone who meant it. Someone who missed this guy. Someone who talked to him often.
Sunghoon clenched his jaw and looked away, grabbing a water bottle off your counter just to do something with his hands. He twisted the cap a little too hard.
He didnât know who the hell Jungwon was.
But he already didnât like him.
âHeâs coming over?â Jay asked, his mouth still half-full of pie filling.
âYeah,â you said casually, brushing a stray hair behind your ear as you peeked into the oven. âHeâs staying at my place for the week heâs here.â
Staying at your place?
Sunghoon blinked.
He looked around your apartment, eyes scanning every corner like they were going to magically reveal a hidden guest room. But there wasnât one. You lived in a studio. Everything was in one space. Your bed, your desk, your kitchen, your couch. Except⌠there wasnât even a real couch. Just a throw-covered loveseat that barely seated two.
No air mattress in sight. No hidden folding cot. No suspicious lumpy bags that might hold a spare futon.
Just one bed.
His chest tightened.
Where the hell was Jungwon gonna sleep? With you?
He picked at the label on his water bottle, teeth grinding quietly as he stared down at the floor, like it held answers. It didnât.
He wasnât even involved with you. This shouldnât matter. It shouldnât bother him.
But it did. In the most uncomfortable, teeth-clenching, mind-racing kind of way.
-
You stood in front of the three boys, arms crossed, heart racing slightly under your apron. The chicken pot pie sat on the tableâŚgolden brown crust, just the right amount of bubbling over on the sides, the smell of thyme and butter and garlic filling your apartment.
Jake, Jay, and Sunghoon each took a spoonful at the same time like theyâd rehearsed it. You watched them, nervous, scanning their faces.
One by one, their expressions lit up. Jakeâs eyes widened, Jay let out a satisfied groan. Well⌠except Sunghoon. Of course.
He stayed still. Always unreadable. But you caught it. The tiny pause, the way his brows lifted just a fraction. He liked it. He just didnât show it like the others.
âSoââ Jake started.
âGood,â Jay finished, already reaching for more.
Your eyes flicked to Sunghoon. Somehow, his opinion was the one you were waiting on. The one you needed.
âSo?â you asked, staring at him.
He blinked. âWhat?â
âHow is it?â
âItâs good,â he said, nodding once, tone flat as ever.
Your smile dropped. You frowned. âDoesnât seem like it.â
âWhat? I just said itâs good.â
âNo, you said âgoodâ and then frowned and put your spoon down. Usually itâs âItâs good,â then a second bite. Right, boys?â
Jake nodded enthusiastically, chicken still in his mouth. âSheâs right.â
âTotally right,â Jay added, already helping himself to more.
Sunghoon rolled his eyes, leaning back slightly. âYouâre all being dramatic.â
You scoffed, insulted. âI guess you donât want seconds then. Tch.â
You clicked your tongue and turned on your heel, storming off toward the kitchen, grumbling under your breath. Your apron fluttered behind you as you moved, and you didnât look back.
Sunghoon watched your little pout, the way your shoulders stiffened, how you exaggerated every step. He didnât know why, but he liked your reaction. No, he loved it. He found it ridiculously cute. Too cute, actually. That slight wrinkle in your forehead. The way your voice got higher when you were mad. The tiny stomp in your step.
The moment your back turned, his lips twitched upward.Â
When lunch ended and the three of them stood by your front door, Jake and Jay turned to hug you dramatically.
âNever move out,â Jake said into your shoulder.
You rolled your eyes. âYouâre just saying that because you get free food.â
âAnd precisely why we donât want you to move out,â Jay replied, squeezing you once more before the two of them shuffled out, bickering as they made their way into their apartment across the hall.
Sunghoon lingered. Just behind you.
You turned, raising a brow. âArenât you leaving?â
He nodded. âYeah.â He stepped back slowly, hands in his pockets, gaze flicking to the floor before settling back on you. Then he paused. Like he wasnât sure if he should say what he was about to say.
âThe chicken pot pie was good. I thinkâŚâ he exhaled, voice quieter, âI think it was one of the best things Iâve ever had.â
You blinked, caught off guard.
âIt reminded me of home,â he added, eyes still on you now, a little softer than usual. âNot in the way where itâs about the taste or anything⌠itâs just⌠you cook like home. If that makes any sense.â
You hadnât expected that.
Your cheeks flushed immediately. You turned away before he could see it, pretending to fiddle with a dish on the counter, fingers uselessly adjusting an already-clean plate.
âThank you,â you murmured, voice low, almost shy.
He lingered for a second longer like he wanted to say more. Then he gave a quiet nod and walked out the door.
-
It was raining.
It was only 4 p.m., but the sky had turned an eerie charcoal grey, clouds rolling thick above the city. Thunder cracked so loud you felt it in your chest, and the wind howled between the buildings, slamming against your windows.
You hated this.
You hated how much you still feared storms even at your age. How useless independence felt when you were stuffing tissues in your ears and jamming earmuffs over your head like you were five again. You turned on every single light in your apartment, lamps, fairy lights, even your microwave light and cocooned yourself under your thickest blanket, barely breathing, eyes wide.
Then the whole building shuddered.
The lights flickered.
And then everything went dark.
You screamed.
Your apartment disappeared into a blanket of pitch black, shadows curling up the walls like ink. Your heart pounded. You scrambled up from the couch, tearing off your earmuffs and patting the walls with shaky hands, trying to find a light switch like that would fix anything.
âShit,â you whispered, voice trembling. âShit shit shit.â
You fumbled for your phone. A message popped up from your landlord.
âThe building is experiencing a temporary blackout due to the storm. Electricity should resume in an hour. Thank you for your patience.â
An hour? Alone? In this? In the dark? Absolutely fucking not.
You jumped at another violent crack of thunder and instantly rushed out into the hallway. Your blanket trailed behind you like a cape. You beelined for the only door you knew.
You knocked. The door swung open almost immediately.
âNo time to explain but Iâm shitting bricks here,â you said all at once.
It wasnât Jake or Jay.
It was Sunghoon.
His brows raised. âThe thunderstorm?â
You nodded frantically. âAre Jake or Jay here?â
âTheyâre asleep.â He glanced behind him, then back at you. âBut I could⌠stay with you. If you want. Until it passes.â
You hesitated.
Then thunder cracked again, louder this time, right above your building.
You flinched. âOkay,â you breathed, defeated.
The two of you sat cross-legged on your couch, sharing a single candle as your only source of light. It flickered between you, casting long, warm shadows on the walls.
âSeems like youâre scared of the thunder,â he said gently.
âWell,â you sighed, voice tight. âIâve been scared of it since I was younger. It just⌠gets to me.â
He nodded. âItâs okay.â
You noticed it thenâŚthe subtle tremble in his shoulders. He was shivering. From the cold, probably. Your heater wasnât working without electricity, and the apartment was steadily turning into a fridge. You were wrapped up like a burrito, but heâd come in without anything but a hoodie.
Feeling guilty, you shifted toward him and lifted one side of your blanket.
âUhâŚâ he looked at you like he wasnât sure if he was being pranked.
âRelax. I can see you shivering like a dog,â you muttered.
âOh.â He blinked, then grabbed the other end of the blanket and scooted in beside you.
Now under the same blanket, his body heat pressed faintly against yours. You sat side by side, knees pulled to your chests.
And then, in a whisper, he said, âYou knowâŚâ
You looked over at him, startled by the sudden softness in his voice.
âI know Iâm not as close to you as Jay and Jake are,â he said, eyes trained on the candle, âbut⌠you donât always have to find them for help.â
You blinked. âHuh?â
âIâm sayingâŚâ he sighed, eyes flicking up toward you, and then away again. âNever mind.â
âNo, what? Just spit it out.â
He exhaled through his nose like it physically hurt to get the words out. âIâm just saying⌠you could ask me for help too.â
You stared at him, your eyes adjusting to the candlelight flickering between you.
âOh,â you said softly.
There was a beat of silence. You werenât really sure what to do with that. But you didnât want to leave it hanging either.
âIâll be sure to think of you the next time,â you mumbled, barely louder than the rain still pelting the windows outside.
You felt him nod beside you.
You turned your head slowly, resting your cheek against your knees, eyes drifting toward him. His face was tilted down, lashes long and dark as they blinked now and then, just slow enough for you to notice. His jaw had softened a little. He looked calm, in a way you werenât used to seeing him.
âWould you rather have a million dollars,â you said suddenly, âor have no problems in the world?â
He blinked, confused for a second, then turned his head toward you. His chin was on his knees now too, and with the two of you curled up in the same blanket, inches apart, it felt almost like whispering under covers at a sleepover.
âWhat kind of question is that?â
âA good one,â you replied, lips twitching. âSo answer it.â
He scoffed a little under his breath. âUh⌠maybe no problems in the world?â
âSmart answer. Why?â
He paused, âI think people ruin themselves trying to solve problems that shouldnât be theirs. If I had no problems, maybe I wouldnât waste time worrying about all the stuff that doesnât matter.â
You blinked at him. That was⌠not the answer you were expecting. It was a good one. Way too good, actually.
âRight,â you said softly, giving him a small nod.
He looked at you for a second longer before his eyes flicked down. âYour turn. Would you rather go back in time or go into the future?â
You puffed your cheeks out, thinking. âHmm⌠thatâs a toughie.â
Then your eyes widened, the way they always did when you had a lightbulb moment. âGo back in time!â
âWhyâs that?â
âSo maybe Iâd really weigh the pros and cons of moving to a city where I know no one,â you said with a grin, but it faded slightly at the end.
Sunghoon stayed quiet.Â
âYou must really feel alone,â he said.
You blinked, startled. âWhat?â
âI hear you talking about it sometimes. On your balcony. When you think no oneâs listening. You talk about how moving here feels like a mistake.â
You looked away, embarrassed. âItâs not a mistake. I just⌠miss everything back home.â
âI get it,â he said after a second. âI was like you. Back when I was home, I wanted to leave so badly. Thought being somewhere else would fix everything. But now that Iâm here⌠yeah, I have Jay and Jake, and theyâre great, but sometimes I come back to the apartment and everythingâs fine and normal and stillâI just feel⌠empty. And I donât even know why.â
You didnât say anything for a long time.
You just watched him. His face had turned thoughtful, distant. His eyes unfocused, drifting somewhere past the flickering candle, past your walls, like he was staring right through the quiet that lived in his chest.
You mumbled, âWell, yeah. But⌠I also donât regret it. Not one bit.â
âReally?â
You nodded. âYeah. I meanâIâm here doing what I love. Not many people get to do that. And I made friends with three incredibly annoying people in this building.â
He turned toward you again, eyes narrowing playfully. âSo weâre friends now?â
Your cheeks heated up instantly. You glanced away, pretending to roll your eyes. âAre we not?â
He let out a low chuckle, the kind that rumbled softly at the back of his throat. âIâm glad you think we are.â
âSo,â you said, tilting your head, âdoes this mean youâll finally be nice to me now? Or is that too much character development for one night?â
Sunghoon smirked, eyes flicking to you with a teasing glint. âYou want nice? From me?â
âYeah. Like a full sentence without sarcasm. I feel like thatâs a reward Iâve earned by now.â
âYou earned a participation medal at best.â
You laughed, nudging him with your knee. âUnbelievable.â
He was already looking at you againâcloser this time.
âHold on,â he said softly, âyou have an eyelash on your cheek.â
You blinked, caught off guard. âWhat?â
Before you could move, he leaned in.
His face hovered inches from yours as his thumb brushed gently against your cheek, his touch soft but sure. The pads of his fingers were warm. His eyes, now impossibly close, scanned your face with a kind of quiet focus you hadnât felt from him before. You swallowed.
Neither of you moved.
Your gaze locked, and the space between you slowly disappearedâŚinch by inch, breath by breath. It wasnât planned. It just⌠happened.
Then suddenly, his lips were on yours.
Then it deepened. His other hand pushed the blanket off his head, dropping behind your neck to pull you in, and your hands found their way to his thighs, then to the curve of his jaw. His lips parted just enough, and your pulse jumped as he moved against you.
His hands slid to your waist. He lifted you slightly and shifted you into his lap in one smooth motion. You were now straddling him, knees on either side of his thighs, and he didnât stop kissing you, not even for a second.
The kiss grew stronger. He tilted his head, hand moving to your chin to pull you even closer, his mouth parting yours with a low inhale as his tongue brushed against yours.
Your hands moved back down, gripping at the soft cotton of his hoodie, whenâ
Click.
The lights flickered on.
You both froze.
Your faces were still inches apart.Â
You slowly pulled back, still on his lap. He blinked, eyes searching yours like he wasnât sure what just happened. Like part of him wanted to keep going, and the other part⌠couldnât believe you just kissed him like that.
You stared at each other, the silence heavy now.
His hands were still resting lightly on your waist. Yours were still fisted in the fabric of his hoodie. Both of you breathless.Â
âI need to go back home,â Sunghoon said suddenly, voice low but rushed. His eyes darted everywhere except at you.
You blinked. âRight. Of course!â you said quickly, nodding way too fast. âYeah. Noâtotally.â
He shifted awkwardly underneath you, face flushing as he cleared his throat and muttered, âProbably⌠need a pillow or something.â
It took you a second.
Then you saw the way he was subtly covering his lap with the edge of the blanket.
âOh.â Your voice came out small. You quickly scrambled off his lap, cheeks burning so hot they couldâve powered your apartment during the blackout.
âSorry,â he mumbled, already halfway to your door.
And then, Sunghoon stormed out of your apartment.
-
It had been a couple of days since you last properly spoke to Sunghoon. Not for lack of trying. You hadâŚmore than once. But each time, heâd give you a quick nod, maybe a polite smile if you were lucky, before promptly power-walking away.
Maybe he just wasnât feeling what you were feeling. Maybe that kiss was a fluke, something in the heat of the moment. Maybe your little new crush was painfully one-sided.
But you pushed it aside. You had bigger things to focus on.
Jungwon was coming today.
Youâd spent the entire morning rearranging your apartment, cleaning it from top to bottom, fluffing cushions and spraying perfume not just on yourself but into the air like it could somehow mask how nervous you were. You even did your hair the way he liked it, soft curls and a side part.
And then, there he was.
The door swung open and your best friend stood in the hallway, suitcase in hand and a grin already on his face.
âWON!â you squealed, running up to him and leaping into his arms.
âHello, idiot,â he said, his voice fond as he hugged you back, lifting you off the ground with ease.
The shout mustâve startled the boys in 3C, because right on cue, the door across the hall creaked open and out came Jake and Jay, both peeking out.
They spotted you clinging to Jungwon like a koala.
You beamed. âGuys! Itâs him!â
âThe famous Jungwon,â Jay said, nodding in approval as he stepped out.
âAnd you must be Jake and Jay,â Jungwon said smoothly, setting you down.
Then came the third.
Sunghoon.
He didnât move from the doorway. Just stood there, arms crossed, expression unreadable.
Jungwon turned to him, a friendly smile still on his lips, chuckling. âYou must be Sunghoon, then.â
Sunghoonâs gaze narrowed slightly. âWhatâs so funny?â
Jungwon blinked, caught off guard. âNothing,â he said, clearing his throat. âShe just⌠told me you were like this.â
âLike what?â Sunghoon asked sharply, the scoff nearly audible in his tone.
Jungwon scratched the back of his neck. âNothing. She just said you were cool,â he said with a shrug, throwing you a teasing look.
Sunghoon rolled his eyes.
You stood there, suddenly awkward, unsure what the hell had crawled up Sunghoonâs ass. The hostility was as thick as the tension in the air and you hadnât done anything. Not really.
At least you didnât think you had.
Just stood there, arms crossed, a stiff expression on his face while Jake and Jay welcomed Jungwon like he was already part of the group. Jungwon, ever the social butterfly, fit in easily, throwing a few jokes around, complimenting the apartment despite its questionable decor, and even teasing Jake about the ugly dinosaur pyjamas he was wearing in broad daylight.
But Sunghoon?
He was frowning the entire time.
You couldnât figure it out. His jaw was tight, his responses were clipped, and every time Jungwon so much as glanced your way, you saw Sunghoonâs eye twitch.
You walked back to your apartment with Jungwon beside you, chatting excitedly about dinner plans and all the places he wanted to visit during his stay. But when you turned back, just for a second, you caught Sunghoon still watching. Still standing in the hallway.
His arms were still crossed.
And he didnât look away.
-
Sunghoon stood there, arms folded across his chest like they were the only things keeping him together. He stared ahead blankly, jaw tight, doing everything in his power not to glare a hole through the wall. He wasnât sure what he was feeling.
Sure, he knew he had a crush on you. Heâd known since the chicken pot pie, probably. Or maybe since you wrapped that blanket around his shoulders. Or maybe long before that. But what he didnât know was who the fuck Jungwon was, and why he was walking into your apartment.
âDude,â Jake muttered, throwing him a sideways look. âYou couldâve at least smiled.â
âI did,â Sunghoon growled, not bothering to hide his scowl.
Jay snorted. âThat was barely a smile. You looked like you were in the middle of passing a kidney stone.â
âWhy do I even have to be nice?â Sunghoon snapped. âI donât know him.â
âBecause your crushâs boyfriend just came into town,â Jake replied, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Sunghoon's head snapped to him so fast youâd think he got whiplash. âBoyfriend?â
Jay raised a brow. âNot denying the crush though.â
Sunghoon ignored him. âLet me ask you again. Boyfriend?â
Jake shrugged. âI mean⌠yeah, I guess?â
âWhat the fuck do you mean you guess?â Sunghoon hissed, dragging a hand down his face. âHe canât be her boyfriend.â
âBut he is,â Jay said with a shrug and an infuriatingly smug smile.
âNo, heâs not. He canât be. Because she and IâŚâ he paused, realising too late what was about to fall out of his mouth. ââŚkissed. Three nights ago.â
Jakeâs mouth dropped open. Jay blinked.
âIâm sorry, what?â Jake finally blurted.
âNothing,â Sunghoon muttered quickly, suddenly desperate to eat his words.
âYou canât say nothing when you just said everything!â Jake shouted, grabbing Sunghoonâs shoulders and shaking him.
âTell us right now!â Jay begged dramatically, gripping his own hair.
Sunghoon rolled his eyes, flustered. âIâweâkissed. Thatâs it.â
Jay blinked. âYou know we were kidding about the boyfriend thing, right?â
Jake grinned. âJungwonâs just her best friend.â
âWe just wanted to see if youâd admit you liked her,â Jay added, eyes sparkling with way too much joy. âWhich you did.â
âNo, I didnât,â Sunghoon argued weakly. âI just said we kissed.â
âOkay, Mr Visceral Reaction every time we mention Jungwon,â Jake teased.
Jay smirked. âSay it. Say you like her.â
Sunghoon groaned, eyes shut tight as if the ceiling could swallow him whole. Then, finallyâquietly, begrudginglyâ
âOkay. So what if I like her?â
Jay and Jake immediately turned to each other with identical gasps, smacking each otherâs arms excitedly.
âOh my god, he admitted it,â Jay whispered dramatically.
Jake clutched his chest. âItâs happening.â
âYou guys are disgusting,â Sunghoon groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. âAnd if you keep acting like this, Iâm never telling you anything again.â
âOkay, okay.â Jake raised both hands, trying to suppress a grin. âWeâll behave.â
âBUT IâM SO EXCITED,â Jay squealed.
Jake smacked him on the shoulder. âStarting now.â
Jay nodded solemnly, rubbing his arm. âSorry. That one slipped.â
Sunghoon sighed and leaned against the counter, arms crossed again. âI started liking her last month⌠when you guys went back home for the week. She cooked me stir-fried noodles, and we ate together. Played FIFA. I donât know. I just⌠developed a crush on her.â
âThatâs so cute,â Jay and Jake said in unison, stars in their eyes.
âSeriously, can the two of you act normal for like three minutes?â
Jake shrugged, still smiling. âI just didnât expect you to have a girlfriend before me.â
Jay patted his shoulder. âYouâll get there, buddy.â
Jake tilted his head. âYou think?â
âYeah, you have nice eyes. Great personality.â
Jake beamed. âThatâs so kind.â
âCan we please get back to my problem for like a minute?â Sunghoon cut in, glaring at both of them.
âOh. Right.â
Jay cleared his throat and finally looked serious. âLook. We like her. Sheâs hilarious, and she makes good fucking food. And letâs be real, youâve never liked anyone. Weâve been trying to get you to double date with us for years and you just stare at your phone all the time. But with her? Youâre like... a guy with actual feelings.â
âBut now Iâm losing to Jung⌠whatever his name is.â Sunghoon sighed.
âJungwon,â Jake said. âAnd no, youâre not.â
âHow do you know she doesnât like him?â Sunghoon muttered, staring down at the floor.
âBecause,â Jay said, âif she did, she wouldnât have kissed you.â
âUnless sheâs indecisive or confused or something. I donât know.â Sunghoon exhaled hard, running a hand through his hair. âMaybe I was just⌠a moment. And heâs her person.â
Jake shook his head. âIâm telling youâjust talk to her.â
âYeah,â Jay added. âBefore you spiral even harder and start writing love songs about her. But if you do, I haved like a couple of guitars you could borrow.â
Sunghoon rolled his eyes. But somewhere, deep down⌠a part of him hoped they were right.
-
You were pacing back and forth on your cheap IKEA rug, while Jungwon was laid out dramatically on your bed, arms folded behind his head, thoroughly enjoying the show.
âIâm telling you, heâs avoiding me,â you snapped, pointing an accusatory finger at no one in particular. âWe kissedâKISSED, Jungwonâand now he wonât even look at me! I wave, he nods. I say hi, he nods. I breathe in his direction, heâguess whatânods!â
Jungwon hummed, annoyingly calm. âMaybe heâs nervous. Or maybe he wants you to go to him.â
âI do go to him! And then he speed-walks away like Iâm the plague!â You groaned, pressing your fingers to your temples. âIâm gonna lose it.â
âMaybeâŚâ he tapped his chin thoughtfully, âyouâre just a shit kisser.â
You whipped around and chucked a throw pillow directly at his smug face.
âAsshole.â
He caught it with a grin, clutching it to his chest dramatically. âIâm just saying. Maybe you scared him off.â
âYouâre lucky I havenât strangled you with this blanket,â you muttered, grabbing another pillow just in case.
Jungwon sat up, brushing imaginary dust off his shirt. âYou know, sometimes I forget we grew up together because youâre so unpredictable now.â
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
He snorted. âYou used to be fearless. Remember that Heeseung guy you had a crush on in middle school?â
You blinked. âWhat about him?â
âYou were six, and you walked up to him at recess, said âI like your lunchbox,â then kissed his cheek and ran off.â
âAh,â you said flatly, âthe good old days. That girlâs dead now.â
âSheâs not dead,â Jungwon argued, grabbing your wrists and tugging you to sit beside him on the bed. âSheâs just⌠overthinking everything. Look, if Sunghoon doesnât like youâwhatever. But if he does? Youâre missing out just because youâre too chicken to tell him.â
You glared. âI hate it when you make sense.â
âI know.â He grinned. âItâs my worst trait.â
âI justââ you exhaled, flopping back beside him. âWhat if it ruins everything? We literally just got closer. What if I say something and it all goes to shit?â
âOkay, counter-offer.â He sat up straighter. âYou tell him, or I will. I will walk down the hallway, knock on his door, and go âHi, my best friend has feelings for you, she also has performance anxiety but can cook a great bowl of chicken noodle soup.ââ
âYou wouldnât,â you hissed, swatting at his arm.
âThen do it yourself!â he laughed, dodging your attacks. âBefore I start printing flyers and pasting them in the apartment lobby.â
God. Why did he always have to be right?
âFine.â
Your hand was already on the doorknob, breath caught in your throat, just about to leave when the door across from yours had swung open at the exact same time.
And there he was.
Sunghoon.
You both froze, hands still gripping the doorknobs, blinking.
You cleared your throat first. âSunghoon.â
He blinked like he hadnât already been staring. âWhat?â
You squinted. âIs that the only word you know how to say when I call your name?â
He paused. âSorry.â
You opened your mouth to say something else but were rudely interrupted by muffled snorts from behind Sunghoon. Jay and Jakeâs heads popped out from their doorway like nosy meerkats.
âHoon,â Jay said in a loud, exaggerated voice, âwe need more eggs.â
âDesperately,â Jake added, nodding like this was a national emergency. âGo to the store.â
Then Jungwon peeked out from behind you with an equally suspicious grin. âOh, and while youâre there, can you grab some ice cream too?â
You and Sunghoon looked at each other.
âWhat is happening right now,â you said flatly.
Before either of you could respond, four hands shoved the both of you toward the elevator. You stumbled in, the doors sliding shut just as Jay yelled out, âDonât come back without snacks!â
The elevator stopped at your floor.
Your shoulders brushed as you stood side by side, awkwardly watching the floor numbers light up.
Then, finally, you broke it. âAbout that dayââ
Sunghoon shook his head quickly. âDonât worry about it. I wonât tell Jungwon.â
You blinked. âWhat do you mean you wonât tell Jungwon?â
He looked away. âWell, arenât you like⌠crushing on him? I wouldnât want what we did to, you know⌠ruin your chances or something.â
Your entire face scrunched up. âWon and I? What? Ew. God, no. Weâre friends. We grew up together. Thinking about him that way would be like incest or something.â
And just like that, Sunghoon felt like heâd been hit by a shooting star and given a second chance at life. His heart did a full backflip. You were single. You were available.Â
He couldnât help it. He smiled.
âWhy do you suddenly look so happy?â you asked, eyeing him suspiciously.
âIâm not.â
âYouâre literally smiling.â
âIâm not.â
âWeâve hung out a couple of times and if Iâm being honest, Iâve never seen you smile thisââ
âCut it out.â He tried to brush it off, biting back the grin. âIâm just glad.â
âGlad about?â
âGlad that I didnât ruin your chances,â he said nonchalantly, looking up like he hadnât just panicked thirty seconds ago.
âMhm.â You narrowed your eyes at him, the golden-orange glow of the sunset casting warmth across his cheekbones. He was handsome. Frustratingly so. âWell⌠because I actually like this other guy.â
Sunghoonâs smile faltered.
âI havenât known him that long,â you continued casually, âbut he seems cool. I donât really know much about him yet.â
âThatâs⌠nice.â Sunghoon turned away quickly, jaw tight. He was definitely grimacing. Please donât let her see that Iâm grimacing, he begged internally.
âHe doesnât seem super friendly but he has a big heart. Even if he tries really hard not to show it.â
âSeems like a swell fuckinâ guy,â he muttered bitterly.
âItâs a pity though,â you sighed dramatically, still watching him. âI wish I could get to know him better.â
âWell⌠anyoneâs lucky to get to know you.â He tried to smile. It didnât reach his eyes. âI know I am.â
You tilted your head. âNot to mention⌠he lives really close to me.â
Sunghoonâs eyes darted to you. âHe does?â
âMhm.â You nodded, heartbeat accelerating.
âLike how close?â
You took a slow step toward him. âLike⌠just across the hall close.â
âOh.â He blinked. âThat close.â
Silence settled in the small elevator. You both just stood there, not looking at each other, tension hanging in the air like humidity.
Then, out of nowhereâ
âIâm just saying,â Sunghoon said, dead serious, âbut Jake sleeps with the lights on and Jay doesnât wash his hair as often as you think he does.â
You blinked. âHuh?â
âI sleep normal,â he added quickly. âI wash my hair. I do proper haircareâshampoo, conditioner, mask, mist. I could do your routine too. For you. If you want.â
You stared.
âI canât cook, but Iâll try. I can figure skate. I can spin twice in the air. Jay and Jake? Not even one spin. Jay can play guitar, Jake can sing but I can spin, okay? Without getting dizzy too.â
âSunghoon.â
âAnd those idiots never clean up after eating your food. Jay doesnât use coasters. Jake never makes his bed.â
âSUNGHOON!â
He looked at you, breathless. âWhat?â
You stepped forward. Slowly. Then, you mumbled, âItâs you.â
He blinked. âWhat?â
âI like you.â
And for once, Park Sunghoon had absolutely nothing to say.
âOkay,â he said. âCool. Okay. Iâwow. Okay.â
You raised a brow. âThatâs it?â
He nodded dumbly. âNo. Yes. I donât know. I justâholy shit. You like me.â
You smirked, the smile slowly stretching across your face. âYes. I like you.â
The elevator dinged. Neither of you moved.
He looked at you again, still dazed. âHold on, I kinda need a minute.â
You both stepped out into the empty lobby. The sun outside had just dipped below the skyline, casting a pinkish-orange glow through the glass doors. The streetlights flickered on. But you waited.
âItâs been a minute,â you said.
âI know,â he exhaled, hand raking through his hair. âBut you like me back, so I kinda need, like⌠a long minute.â
âBack?â You grinned, the corners of your mouth lifting all the way to your eyes. âSo you like me too?â
He nodded slowly. âYeah. I thought it was obvious from the, uh⌠word vomit.â
âWell yeah,â you shrugged. âBut I didnât want to assume. Didnât wanna be narcissistic.â
âI think even if you were,â he muttered, âIâd still think you were pretty cute.â
You blinked. âDid you justââ
âGross, I know,â he said quickly, face flushing. âI just said that out loud, didnât I?â
You laughed. âYeah. But you kinda canât take it back now.â
âFine,â he said, pretending to groan. âYouâre cute. Ugh. I said it again.â
-
A MONTH LATER
Jay and Jake found it fundamentally unfair. They were the ones who got close to you first. They were the ones who complimented you, made you laugh, showed up when you needed help. They loved you first or at least, thatâs what they told themselves. But here you were, doors locked for the first time in three months, cooking a full-course meal for Sunghoon to celebrate your one-month anniversary.
âYouâre not allowed to come,â Sunghoon told them flatly before slamming the door shut.
âButâ!â they shouted in unison, already mourning the steak they wouldnât get to taste.
Word on the hallway was that you were cooking the perfect medium-rare T-bone steak, paired with your signature brown sauce and a vegetable medley so crunchy and flavourful. Meanwhile, Jay and Jake sat hunched on the couch, scrolling through a food delivery app.
âIsnât it funny,â Jake said, arms folded, âhow we were the ones who befriended her first, and now weâre stuck with Burger King?â
âLifeâs unfair, bud.â
Back in your apartment, things were a little more romantic. Youâd decorated with fairy lights and candles, the room dimly lit. You were still being frugal, splitting every cost you could. But youâd managed to steal two T-bone steaks from the diner you part-timed at.
Sunghoon showed up in a black and white tuxedo, looking like heâd taken the prom theme you had placed as a joke a little too seriously.
âYou look absolutely gorgeous,â he said, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek.
âAnd you look absolutely handsome,â you grinned.
He walked over to the table and took in the spread. âOkay, what do we have?â
âI made the steaks, obviously, and then thereâs the vegetable medley⌠and your favouriteâmashed potatoes,â you giggled.
Sunghoon exhaled, shaking his head with a disbelieving smile. âHow did I get so lucky?â
You shrugged. âI donât know either.â
He laughed. âThe guys are pissed, by the way. You made me all this, and theyâre over there with cold fries.â
âWhat?â you said, surprised. âI made them something too! Donât worry.â
âYou did?â he raised a brow.
âI had a feeling theyâd be hungry if you were over here.â
âBabe, you didnât have to do that. Theyâre grown men.â
âYeah, but technically my assignment this week was pasta and I have too many leftovers.â
âTheyâre spoiled by you.â
âAnd so are you.â
âTrue, but Iâm your boyfriend. Theyâre just two annoying shitheads constantly trying to butt in.â
âIâll be quick. Iâll just drop the dish off and come back.â
âNo,â he said, standing. âIâll do it. You stay here.â
He kissed your forehead, grabbing the lasagna youâd tucked into the fridge. âYouâre too sweet, you know that?â
âHe walked across the hall and opened the door to Unit 3C.
Inside, Jay was mid-rant. âI just donât get it. Sunghoon isnât even that hot.â
âI mean, he is,â Jake added, âbut she deserves better, you know?â
Sunghoon cleared his throat. âI can hear you two idiots.â
They both froze, turning around sheepishly. âWe were just joking. We love you, man.â
He held up the dish. âAnd to think I came here bearing gifts from my girlfriend.â
Jakeâs eyes widened. âWaitâis that lasagna?â
âShe felt bad we were eating good without you, so she made you dinner.â
âOh my god,â Jay gasped. âSunghoon, I donât mean to be pushy, but please marry her.â
âI canât,â Sunghoon muttered. âNot when you two are constantly inserting yourselves into my relationship.â
âOkay, okay, weâll back off. Justâcan we have the lasagna?â
âAnd can you tell her we love her?â
âI am not telling my girlfriend you love her,â Sunghoon snapped. âIâve barely worked up the nerve to tell her that myself.â
âWait,â Jake said suddenly, âyou havenât told her you love her yet?â
âItâs only been a month.â
âSo⌠you donât love her?â
âI do,â Sunghoon replied, almost too quickly. âI just donât want to come on too strong if sheâs not ready.â
Jay and Jake shared a glance before shrugging.
âWhat?â Sunghoon asked, frowning. âWhy are you looking at me like that?â
Jake cleared his throat. âItâs just⌠she already said it.â
Sunghoon looked up. âWhat?â
âYeah,â Jake replied casually. âYou texted her about picking up those heat packs for her cramps, and she went all soft and whispered, âGod, I love him so much.â Her words. Not mine.â
Sunghoon stood frozen in the doorway, the dish in his hands suddenly weightless.
You loved him.
âSo⌠youâre saying I should tell her?â he asked, voice quiet, almost unsure.
Jay and Jake both nodded enthusiastically. âDefinitely. Especially if it makes her our sister-in-law,â Jay added, grinning.
Sunghoon rolled his eyes. âGod, the two of you can be so annoying.â
âBut you still love us,â Jay shrugged. âSo whatâs the point of complaining?â
He hated that Jay was right.
Back in your apartment, Sunghoon sat across from you, completely transfixed. You were dressed in a soft pink satin dress that shimmered every time you moved. It hugged your shoulders delicately, the neckline simple, elegant. Your hair was curled softly, pinned loosely on one side with a vintage clip, and your lips were glossed just enough to make him stare longer than he shouldâve.
And God, you looked so beautiful.
He tried to pay attention. He really did. But his heart was too loud, his thoughts too full. How was he supposed to say it?
Sunghoon had never told anyone he loved them before. Not seriously. Maybe to his mom years ago, right before he left for the city. But this? This felt entirely new.
Because sitting in front of him was someone who made every quiet part of his life feel loud again. You filled in the spaces he didnât even know were missing. You made his apartment feel less cold, his world a little less grey. And the way he loved youâGod, it wasnât something small. It wasnât a flicker or a passing crush. It was all-consuming and terrifying and the best damn thing heâd ever felt.
He loved you like it was muscle memory. Like even if he forgot everything else, his hands would still reach for yours and only yours.
âHoonie,â you interrupted gently, frowning. âYouâre not listening.â
He blinked back into focus. âSorry,â he murmured, smile tugging at the corners of his lips. âI was just thinking about something.â
âWhat?â you looked up at him, ur big eyes shining.Â
Sunghoon unknowingly smiled, his eyes dripping with honey, god he loved you. He wanted to say that. So badly.
âIâŚI justâuhâfeelâŚthat,â His voice trailed off. âYou look really beautiful tonight. I mean, you always do. But especially tonight.â He hesitated, the words stuck behind his teeth.
You smiled. âThank you. You look very handsome too.â
-
Later that night, the two of you were in Sunghoonâs apartment along with Jay and Jake for the usual game night.Â
You were sitting cross-legged on the floor, your prom-night dress bunched awkwardly around your knees, mascara slightly smudged from earlier laughter, hair pinned half-up. Sunghoon sat slouched in the beanbag beside you, tie loosened, sleeves rolled up, brow furrowed in concentration. Jake was lying on his stomach, legs swinging in the air, and Jay had somehow made himself horizontal on the couch.
You and Jake were a team. Sunghoon and Jay were not handling that well.
âRevive me!â Sunghoon yelled.
Jay shouted back, âIâm busy trying not to die, dumbass!â
Button mashing intensified. Trash talk flew across the room.
âVICTORY!â Jake screamed, leaping up like a madman.
You followed suit, springing to your feet and clambering up onto the coffee table in your dress. âGET WRECKED, LOSERS!â you yelled, pointing dramatically at Sunghoon. âTHATâS RIGHT, LOSERS!â
Jake joined you on the table, doing a badly timed robot dance. The two of you jumped in sync, yelling in triumph, while Jay groaned into a throw pillow and Sunghoon watched with a hand covering his mouth, half to hide his smile, half to suppress a laugh.
âYouâre all bark, no bite!â you called, face flushed, hair falling loose. âYour character died fourteen times, Hoonie.â
âI let you win!â he shot back, grinning as he sat up straighter. âI was being a gentleman.â
âSure,â you scoffed, sticking your tongue out at him. âReal chivalrous of you, sir died-14-fucking-times.â
He chuckled under his breath, eyes lingering on you for a second longer than usual. Then, without a word, he stood and walked out of the room.
You blinked. That was...odd.Â
You gave Jake a gentle shove off the table and followed Sunghoon into the hallway. He was pacing outside, one hand in his hair, the other fiddling with the watch on his wrist.
âHoon?â you asked, stepping out and gently closing the door behind you.
He jumped slightly, turning toward you. âYou scared me.â
âYou okay? You just left so suddenâŚâ
âIâuhâyeah. I was just trying to figure out how to say something.â
You tilted your head, arms crossing over your chest. âSay what?â
âNothing,â he mumbled with a shrug.
Your expression softened. âAre you mad at me?â You sighed. Maybe your little victory dance had been a bit much. âHoonie?â
âNo, baby, I could never be mad at you,â he said quickly, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead.
âThen whatâs wrong?â
âNothing, I justâŚâ
You stepped closer, teasing lightly, âDo you want me to redo my victory dance? I could. You just have to beatbox, and Iâll take it from there.â
That made him laugh.
âCome on,â you grinned, starting to move your body in the most ridiculous way. âIâm pretty sure I shouldâve been a dancer instead of a chef.â
He laughed again, this time louder and then, before he could stop himself, the words slipped out.
âOh my god, I love you.â
You blinked. Your smile faded. Your brain, for one impossible second, completely short-circuited.
âDid you just say you love me?â you asked, heart hammering.
His eyes widened in sheer panic. âNo?â
âI heard it.â
âYou misheard.â
âOh my god,â you gasped, practically vibrating. âYou love me. You love me!â
âFine!â he burst out, throwing his hands up like he was under arrest. âI do! I love you, okay?â
You smiled, âYou do?â
âOf course! I love the way you talk too fast when youâre excited. I love how you make my idiot friends feel like they matter. I love that you make me feel whole. That when Iâm with you, I donât feel hollow anymore. You⌠you make me feel like Iâm not empty.â
You grinned so wide it hurt. âThatâs because youâre not.â
âI used to be,â he said helplessly, gesturing vaguely like he was mourning his past self. âI was mysterious. Brooding. Sexy, even. And now? Now I smile at cat videos you send me on TikTok. Look what youâve done to me. This is all your fault.â
You scoffed, âMy fault?â
âYes! Who else could it be?â he said, breathless, like the truth had been waiting at the edge of his tongue for too long. âYou walk into my life with that stupidly perfect smile, that laugh that makes everything feel lighter, those eyes that somehow hold the whole damn sky and now Iâve got feelings. Big ones.â
He took a shaky breath, pausing for a minute.
âI used to think I was fine on my own. But now? I get out of bed just because I know I might see you. I hear your knock and my whole day lights up. For the first time, I feel like I know what living really means. Itâs you. Loving you. Thatâs it.â
You leaned in and kissed him right in the middle of his rant.
He blinked, dazed.
âYou sure talk a lot for someone who usually says nothing,â you murmured, forehead resting against his.
âI do it when Iâm nervous,â Sunghoon whispered, and then kissed you again.
âI find it cute,â you mumbled between kisses.
Sunghoon grinned into the next kiss, backing you up step by step toward your apartment door, his hands finding your waist. âGod,â kiss âI love you,â another kiss âso much.â
You let out a breathless laugh. âYouâre very handsy for someone who claimed to be brooding and mysteriou.â
âI told you,â he whispered, lips brushing your jaw as he reached behind you, fumbling for the door handle, âyou ruined me.â
Your back hit the door with a thud. He fumbled with the knob like he was drunk on you, eventually pushing it open and guiding you inside.
He kicked the door shut with the back of his foot.
You were still laughing into his kiss. He walked you backward until your knees hit the bed and you dropped onto it with a squeak.
He climbed over you, hands on either side of your waist, face flushed, heart in his throat.
âI fucking love you,â he said again, like it wasnât real until he repeated it.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, eyes sparkling. âI love you too.â
Summary: Jake Sim has gained his status as Decelis University's "golden boy." Intelligent, a good track of extracurriculars and organization, and did I mention good-looking? He's the front-runner to become the batch's valedictorian, and everything seems to be perfect in that way.
"You need to get laid," his roommates pointed out one day, ruining his perfectly planned college life. Thinking that his roommates were just looking out for him, Jake found himself in a world that he seems to be unfamiliar with â having a fuck buddy, and that's with a little help from you, Decelis University's "golden girl."
â° Song Inspiration: Anti-hero by Taylor Swift, Strong Girl by Niki, The Bolter by Taylor Swift (trust me, thereâs a reason why this is my song inspo.)
â° Word Count: 26.5k (damn.)
â° Tags: Fuck buddies to lovers, no strings attached, plot with porn, a bit of fluff and angst, some hurt/comfort, college au, scandals and rumors, Jakeâs POV (but thereâs some POV switching somewhere), Jake Sim is a T, (heâs so serious with everything and itâs fucking hot tbh) reader has imposter syndrome, (actually reader is also a T), they have nicknames for each other, mentions of enhypen members, OC characters. Huh Yunjin and oc character as Jakeâs roommate.
â° CW: smut, plot with porn, sub! reader, dom! jake, BIG DICK JAKE RAHHHHHH, consensual noncon (proceed with caution.) choking, oral (m receiving) public sex, shower sex, car sex, praise, kinda dirty talk, pet names, fingering, unprotected sex (pls donât do this), use of condomâŚonce, creampies, aftercare, cockwarming, just filthy smut, theyâre so chaotic during sex.
â° Asulâs note: Jakeâs story is here! I was so in love with his character in My Kink Is Karma, and here we are now. I've tried hard with this plot and is a bit unsatisfied so I hope you'll love his story. Warning but proceed with caution since thereâs a part that explicitly shows consensual noncon. Read with caution. But shitty smut ahead since I gave up detailing it midway.
Also if you have read Heeseung and Jayâs story, (If you havenât you can check their story!) Their gfs are also the reader, but I gave them names here in Jakeâs story because they have a lot of cameos in this fic. (Theyâre still considered as y/n in their own story.) Yeah, kinda confusing start because this wasnât really supposed to be a series from the start, but here we are! The fourth installment of Arcanum series! Enjoy reading! :D
You can check the other member's stories here: Jay | Sunghoon | Heeseung
The last semester of the year had arrived. The air in Decelis falls coolly as spring season is about to arrive, mixing with the remnants of the cold winter, the university welcomed the students for the second semester of the academic year.Â
Wearing their jackets and coats to their first day of class, Decelis University became warm as noise filled the campus. Students meeting their friends, teachers smiling as they greet their students welcome back, and couples holding hands like theyâre in their own world.Â
At one of the gates of Decelis, three students ran their way inside the campus, bright laughter escaping their lips as they stopped midway to catch their breath, not even caring for the students they halted on the walkway.
âText us if youâre done okay?â Yunjin said, patting Jakeâs shoulders. âWeâll be going now!â
âBye guys,â Jake hugs his roommates before he turns around to walk towards an opposite direction â towards his department building.Â
Clean and ironed uniform, his school id hung loosely around his uniformâs collar along with his neat tie which Jake, himself tied for a good minute. His square, black-rimmed glasses rested idly on his buttoned nose that complimented his overall visual. With the way he walked, his short black hair neat and proper, and how casual his smile was, it wasnât hard for students to turn their head towards him.Â
Sim Jaeyun or Jake Sim for others, is Decelis Universityâs âGolden Boy.â The top student of the engineering department, president of the student aid organization, a member of Decelis physics club, former soccer player â the list goes on.
No one can top his intelligence and achievements. Records full of 1 and a good moral track. He is considered as a well-disciplined student, that even the teachers love him because heâs not some top student who befriends teachers for the sake of grades. Jake was naturally intelligent and diligent in his studies. Not to mention, he has a warm aura around him, although Jake always wears a small smile or neutral expression, he is considered approachable among his peers.Â
As he entered the classroom, eyes darted to him. Smile and warm greetings which he only reciprocated before sitting on the first row near the entrance. His usual seat wherein itâs enough for him to sprint out the moment the bell rings.Â
With the last semester of their college life starting, professors are preparing them for all the possibilities â Latin honors, failed subjects due to unreasonable reasons, even suspension, anything that may happen in the span of five months. Jake could only listen to their professor, who also just happens to be the Dean of their department, explain everything that they should look forward to for their last days in college.
Jake, on the other hand, doesnât seem to be reacting largely compared to his classmates. His mind is thinking of his post-graduation plans â have a one-week beach trip with his friends. Go home to Australia for a break, then return to the city to review and take the board exam to get his engineering license. Get a job with a high-paying salary, and find a girlfriend somewhere there if he has time. All the usual shit that he had planned ever since he was a freshman.Â
Jake has always been a planner. His perfect college life was curated based on his schedule and time, and so far, everything is coming into pieces. All he need was to not fuck-up his presidency term, attain latin honors, and follow his plan without any distractions or new ventures.
âWeâre rooting for you Jake,â their department dean laughs. A bright smile was only Jake could give as the old man pats his back. âNo one can top your excellence, not only in our department, but the whole university.â
âThank you for the kind words sir,â Jake answered, having heard that since last year.Â
âThat valedictorian is for you, and Iâm going to use all my powers to make sure that itâll be yours,â with a short pat on his back, Jake watched as the Department Dean walked away. His smile immediately turns into a thin line as he returns back to his classroom.
Jake Sim never planned to become the valedictorian of their batch â nor did he work hard to become Decelisâ âGolden Boy.â It just so happens that he has a lot of extracurriculars, is smart, and probably has a good personality, hence, giving him that unofficial title. There were a lot of contenders for that title, thatâs why Jake wondered why it was given to him. Maybe it just happens that everyone fawns over him.Â
He didnât mind the attention, but it did place a lot of pressure on him. It meant that everyone is watching every move he makes, and he knows being known meant one thing â one wrong move may cause your entire downfall. But itâs not like heâs going to do some rash actions, Jake knows heâs not stupid to put himself in trouble.Â
After class, Jake finds himself in the club room of the student aid organization, which is just an information and help center for students and incoming students, except itâs being led by students. Jake volunteered to become part of it since it helped him tremendously when he was just a lost, foreign student back in his freshman year â never would he think that heâll end up as its president.Â
But it feels nice helping other students, everyone in the organization is a helping hand, and the overall vibe was healthy and light. Thatâs why instead of stressing himself with the grievances, Jake finds joy in the organization.Â
As he opened the door, the place was a bit crowded. Some students need some help while his staff are busy helping them. Jake greets them warmly, asking if thereâs any problem and so far, everythingâs good.Â
Jake sat by the table beside Jiwon, whoâs the executive assistant of his team. A smile greeted him as he placed his bag down.Â
âMost of them are just problems regarding enrollment and transfers, you know, the usual problem we encounter during the first few weeks of the sem,â the girl explained as soon as Jake sat on the table. Having worked together since freshman, theyâve memorized each other that Jiwon knew what to do without Jake giving her instruction.
âTheyâre fewer than last sem, thank god because last sem was stressful,â Jake muttered which only left a chuckle on Jiwonâs lips.Â
âWell, we got new students last semester, thatâs why it was stressful,â Jiwon replied. âOh by the way, Iâll be clocking out around four-thirty.â
âLet me guess, you have a date with Heeseung?â Jake pointed out, and only a blush on the cheeks was her answer. âYou know, you didnât have to tell me all of this.â
âI have to, what if you keep looking for me!? You can barely function without me.â the girl teased making Jake smile. He knows himself that he can't function without his assistant.
âShut up, I can handle all of this, go have fun with your date.â
Work continued until one by one, his staff told him that theyâll be going now. Same excuse from them â dates, hanging out with friends, even family events, which Jake doesnât mind. He knows that the organization shouldnât be their top priority. Itâs just an extracurricular for extra credits and something that you can put in your work resume.Â
Jake remained alone inside the club room. The soft lofi music coming from his laptop serves as a noise while he sorts the reports. The sun is about to set and heâs on the last grievance that they received today. After this, heâll be meeting his roommates by the Pho stall for dinner.Â
Jake looks towards the window, watching the campus life unfold in front of him. He sees a group of friends laughing with each other, some are by the benches eating some snacks. He watches as teachers run their way towards their next class, while some student couples are having too much display of affection. A bitter smile formed on his lips as he realized that heâs alone inside the club room.
Will his remaining months in Decelis be like this? Jake feels like his college life is missing something. Is it the thrill? The fun? But he has friends though. They go out and drink during their free time. He parties when he can. Thatâs the thrill right? Jake stopped his task, deeply pondering on his thoughts.
âAnd it irritates me,â Jake opened up.Â
The coffee table is filled with opened bags of chips. Empty bottles of soju scattered on the floor, while cans of beer remained on the table. On the couch sat Yunjin, Aera, and Jake who are all huddled up, alcohol on their system.
âSo let me get this straight,â Yunjin started, sitting upwards to glance at Jake. âYou, Mr. Decelis Universityâs Golden Boy, is lacking something? Dude youâve got it all, what else is missing!?â
Aera laughs loudly, before clapping her hands as she points at Jake. âI know what it is!â
âThat sounds like a bad idea.â Jake commented.
âYou need to get laid!â Aera delightedly announced.
Jake cringed, âYeah, bad idea.â
âNo itâs not! You probably have a lot of pent-up frustrations in your body! Jake, when was the last time you even jerked off?â Aera boldly asked, Jake scrunches his nose out of disgust while Yunjin laughs out loud.Â
âWeâre absolutely not going to talk about that.â he takes a chug on his beer while Aera rolls her eyes.Â
âCome on, itâs scientifically proven that having orgasms can release serotonin or whatever happy hormones we have, but you get my point!â
Aera continued laughing, while Yunjin and Jake only remained quiet, convincing themselves that their roommate is so drunk that she started to blurt random stuff.Â
âSheâs just telling that because she has a boyfriend now,â Jake explained, before taking a few chips.Â
âWell sheâs not wrong,â Yunjin asked, making Jake side-eye her. âHaving sex can be a form of stress reliever. I bet that you have a lot of stress in your body that parties and alcohol cannot relieve.â
âAnd you guys think that sex is the answer?â
âWhat else is the answer? You used to love sleeping around back when we were freshmen, you were so carefree back then and now, you lookâŚso pent-up Jake. I know that you have a lot on your sleeve right now, but thatâs probably why you donât notice that youâre pent-up. You need to loosen up! Find romance and pleasure!â Aera spoke enthusiastically.Â
âI am not getting myself a girlfriend during the last semester of my college, do you know that college couples tend to break up after graduation?â Jake stated.
âAnd I hope that doesnât happen to me and Jay, but Jake, you donât need a girlfriend, maybe you just need someone who you only exclusively hookup with.â Aera rebutted.
âLike a fuck buddy?â Yunjin asked.
âYeah, a fuck buddy! Thereâs nothing wrong with it, you have a fuck buddy Yunjin right?â Aera pointed out.Â
âOh right, I can vouch for that. Remember Chaewon? Yeah, we were fuck buddies since sophomore.â Yunjin casually shared, making Jake glance at her, surprised.Â
âUp until now? I thought you two were together?â and that sentence made Yunjin laugh.
âWeâre not. Itâs a no-string attached agreement. We only meet each other to have sex, thatâs the agreement! No dates, no emotional attachment. Just sex.â Yunjin explained.Â
Jake becomes quiet for a moment. His roommates made some points. Maybe he does need to get laid, or have sex, or maybe find a fuck buddy who can relief all his stress. Seeing that it doesnât affect Yunjin at all with her long-time fuck buddy, maybe it can be applied to him too.Â
Heâs not sure if itâll work, but thereâs no harm in trying, right? His roommates may be chaotic most of the time, but they know him from some angles that he doesnât notice.Â
âSo, how do I even find that?â Jake asked, making his roommates freeze.
âWait, youâre seriously going to do it?â Yunjin asked, appalled.
Jake shrugs, âwell, if yours works, maybe itâll work for me? I hope so?â
âJust go to a dating app, a lot of students use that â wait, letâs set it up for you.â Yunjin suggested, and the next thing they knew, they installed a popular dating app called Blind. Both roommates helped in creating Jakeâs profile, something that will make him look decent, not just some random fuckboy.Â
âHoly shit, this is so exciting! Youâre finally getting some action Jake Sim!â Aera excitingly shouts, shaking Jakeâs shoulder which only made the three of them laugh.
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Jake stared at a profile of a girl. Sheâs fine, pretty, and shorter than him. Sheâs not from Decelis but sheâs alright. He wondered if he should swipe left or right for a minute before swiping to the left.Â
He found it impressive how Blind can show him preferences, starting from their height up to their intentions on the app. Yunjin wrote his profile as someone whoâs looking for something casual, stating that if he placed that if heâs there for a hookup, heâll end up looking like a horndog â which he wasnât.Â
Jakeâs been in the app since last night. Yunjin helped him picked some girls along with Aera, and one thing he learned was that it was hard to find the right girl that he could ask to be his fuck buddy. He had matched with some other girls, took the courage to flirt (though most of the time Yunjin was the one whoâs writing the message,) but it seems like itâs not working on his side.
âHey pres!â a feminine voice greets, startling Jake who tightly grips on his phone.
Jake immediately closed his phone before looking up to see you standing there in front of him. You have a wide smile on your face. Makeup neat with an excessive amount of blush but it suits your round cheeks. Your black shoulder bag hangs on your left shoulder along with the trinkets and keychains on its handle.
If Jake Sim was Decelis Universityâs Golden Boy, youâre the female version of him â the Golden Girl. A senior communications student, youâre one of the top students of your department. You have a bright and friendly aura around you. During sophomore year, you welcomed students back when you were a radio jock in Decelis 1009 radio station which also led you to opportunities to host a lot of school events.
Youâre also part of the student aid, a huge helping hand to other students that youâve become its vice president this term. Last year, you were hailed as Decelis Universityâs âSelene.â which was a pageant to become Decelis Universityâs official student model and image. With your beauty and brains, along with your popularity, youâve won the heart of every student and staff in the university. Which also hailed you the golden title.Â
Although you and Jake hold the title, the two of you were never linked with each other. Both living in two different worlds, you two were only acquainted due to the student aid organization. Jake finds you nice, a bit talkative, but he sees that you have a lot of confidence and boldness in you.Â
âYou werenât here yesterday,â Jake said sternly.
âI did remember sending you a message that I had a short interview at 1009 radio station,â you grinned before glancing at his phone. âYou seem to be busy with something.â
âItâs nothing.â Jake answered immediately.
You raised an eyebrow, âNothing really? Scrolling through a dating app during class hours? Thatâs so not you pres.â
Jakeâs eyes widened. âHow did you ââ
âFunny, at first thought, someone is impersonating you but it really is you,â you said, hands resting on your hips as you looked at Jake teasingly.Â
âWhat?â the boy asked, surprised.
You let out a small laugh before grabbing your phone. You opened your phone and showed Jake its screen â a screenshot of his Blind profile. You noticed how his eyes widened further, but as he glanced at you, his expression became neutral once again.Â
âYouâre there too?â Jake blurted out, and you amusingly tilted your head.Â
âWhy wouldnât I be there? I use it when Iâm bored and pent-up, itâs a place for hook-ups, not all are looking for serious relationships here.â
âWhat makes you think Iâm looking for a serious relationship in Blind?â Jake rebutted.Â
Now, it was your turn to be surprised. âYou werenât?â
Jake stares at you for a minute. He wonders if itâs worth sharing to someone heâs not that close to, but you seem to be open to this topic so he only clicks his tongue as he looks at his phone. âI canât believe Iâm saying this, but my friends, they convinced me that I need to get laid because Iâm all stressed and they think sex is the solution.â
You stifled a laugh, but Jakeâs expression never faltered, so you held yourself back but your grin was too obvious. âAnd you believed them?âÂ
âNever know until proven true, so yeah, here I am scrolling through hundreds of profiles until I find a decent girl whoâs I donât know, wonât be intimidated to have sex with me,â Jake casually explained.Â
âI can do it for you.â you casually replied.
Thatâs when Jake glances back at you, who blinked at him innocently. He was waiting for you to say that you were joking, but you only smiled at him.Â
âIâm not kidding pres, instead of finding another stranger who you have to make connections with, why donât you go with someone who, letâs just say, is already acquainted with you?â
You made good points with your reason. The first problem Jake faced was finding a decent girl who he wonât be awkward with. Sex is still intimacy, and knowing that itâs been so long since he even touched a girl, he knows that this is a challenge to him.Â
With you proposing to him, he quickly thought about it for a minute. You, who is ironically the girl version of him, is offering to be his fuck buddy. You seem to be chill about this one, and it did surprise him that youâre into this kind of setup.Â
Noticing that the atmosphere has becoming too quiet, you only cleared your throat before saying, âIâll give you time pres, but my offer still stands ââ
âWait,â Jake halted you immediately. âSorry, Iâm just really new to this kind of setup. This doesnât make you uncomfy? Especially when weâre orgmates too.â
âWhatever happens inside the room, remains in the room. Thatâs my rule.â you smiled. âWe can talk more about our setup of course, weâre not only complying with my rules, you should set boundaries too.â
âOkay,â Jake breathes, nodding as it seems like heâs set with having you as his fuck buddy. âHow soon should weâŚyou know?â
But you only laughed, âso youâre taking my offer huh?â
âThis is better than finding some girls on Blind.â Jake reasoned out. âLetâs talk more tonight? Howâs that sound?â
âAlready? I donât mind, if youâre already down to fuck, but you need to buy condoms for us,â you winked. âWe got to stay safe pres.â
Jake would never have thought that conversation would lead him to cleaning their dorm. Their floor has always been clean since the three of them are clean freaks, but Jake has to make sure that itâs squeaky clean before you arrive.Â
It was his first time clocking out of the organization on time too. His roommates coming home to him doing a last minute vacuuming on the floor. Thatâs when they realized what the hell was going on with their only male roommate.Â
âI canât believe that we were just talking about it last night and you already found one,â Aera spoke up while tying her shoes.Â
âAnd here you are, kicking us out because your fuck buddy is coming,â Yunjin fakingly sobs.
To ease your first meeting, Jake bribed his roommates to have the flat all by himself for that night, (and fortunately, they agreed, knowing that they advised him to do so in the first place.) Jake knows where the two will end up staying the night, so itâs still a win for the three of them.Â
âIâll treat you guys with ice cream tomorrow, don't worry,â Jake compensated, sitting on the couch as he had changed into a shirt and sweatpants. His legs thumping nervously as he glanced at the clock. Itâs almost 7:30 in the evening, which was your agreed time.Â
And before his roommates could go, a ring on the doorbell stopped the three of them. Aera, whoâs just near the door, opens it, surprising you whoâs standing in front of the door.Â
âY/n hi!â Aera brightly greeted, having familiar with your face, before turning back at Jake, mouthing âwhat the fuck!?âÂ
Yunjin stood there frozen, surprised that Jakeâs fuck buddy is none other than Decelisâ golden girl, talking about small world. It really has to be you out of the thousands of available girls in the city. She gasps in disbelief while Jake stood up from his seat.Â
âCome in,â Jake gestured. Aera opens the door wider for you to step inside, both his female roommate stared at you making you wary. It didnât cross your mind that Jake had female roommates, and that made you somehow confused with your setup with him.Â
âHi Iâm Yunjin, and this is Aera, weâre Jakeâs roommates, but donât worry! Weâll be going out, you have the place all by yourself,â Yunjin greeted all of the sudden, and you felt embarrassed intruding on their place just because you canât offer yours.Â
âOh no, Iâm sorry for intruding too,â you immediately apologized but Yunjin only smiled as she and Aera grabbed their bags.Â
âNo worries for us! Itâs been a while since Jake brought a girl to our place, so enjoy! Weâll see you guys at school!â Aera laughed, waving goodbye to the two of them before leaving the place.Â
You stood there frozen before you turned around to see Jake groaning in disbelief.Â
âSo,â you cleared your throat. âWhy didnât you just ask them ââ
âAera is Jayâs girlfriend, and Yunjinâs a lesbian.â Jake quickly explained.Â
âOh.â youâre not familiar with most of the students in Decelis. But you did remember that there was gossip last semester that Arcanumâs Jay was dating someone, and turns out, itâs Jakeâs roommate. While you do recognize Yunjin since sheâs part of Decelis Theater.Â
âTheyâre the ones who told me to get laid.â Jake added. âTheyâre also like sisters to me, thatâs why.âÂ
Another âOhâ escapes your lips. You thought that itâs those male friends of Jake that convinced him to this setup. Now, you found yourself in a more awkward situation.Â
âDo you want some ramen?â
A moment of silence hovered between the two of you before you spoke. âWhat?â
âYou seem tense, have you eaten dinner yet?â he offered, sounding genuine with his words.Â
âReally â I mean, ramen?â you laughed because of his words. Usually, your casual hookups is just you showing up to your hookupâs place, fuck, and then go home. The usual quickie or sex wherein both bodies do the work, while your mouth sucks their dick instead of talking to them. No string attached, only bodily pleasures, and it works all the time.
But then again, this is the first time you and Jake will be meeting. Plus, this isnât just a hookup, this is a fuck buddy set-up â a temporary monogamous situation for you. So you agreed, and thatâs why you found yourself by the kitchen, watching Jake grab a pack of Buldak Carbonara, with him sharing you a homemade recipe of his.Â
âSo, how about we talk about it?â Jake suggested as he waits for the noodles to cook. âHow do we even do this? Iâm sorry, Iâm really new to this.â
You only smile at him. He still maintains his professional talking voice that heâs been using to everyone else. Your mind started to wonder what would his voice sound like in bed â would he be making sounds thatâs far from the serious and stoic Jake Sim?
âItâs okay, Iâm here to help you,â you assured. âLetâs start from the very start. Do you want this to be an exclusive thing? Just the two of us?â
Jake became quiet for a second, âIâm going to keep it exclusive for me but I donât mind if you sleep with other guys.âÂ
âOkay, since youâre going to stay loyal, Iâm going to stay loyal too,â you smiled, hoping that youâre not going to regret it. âThis is a no-string attached set-up, weâll only meet for sex, and it has to be mutually consented too, is that okay with you?â
Jake only nods, busying himself with his cooking. The smell of the buldak sauce steaming inside the kitchen. You stopped for a second because Jake hands you a bowl of his carbonara buldak risotto. Murmuring your thanks, you took a bite on it and had your eyes wide open.Â
âThis tastes good,â you shared, while Jake quietly smiles before eating his own food.Â
âOh by the way, we shouldnât do things like this,â you added.Â
âWhy not?â
âBecause this is too wholesome! Weâre here to fuck, not act like lovers.âÂ
âAlright, what else?â
âAny kinks you have in your mind?â
Jake almost spat out his ramen. He looks at you who only gave him an innocent stare.Â
âWhy? If weâre going to fuck, then we should atleast make each other feel good!â you pointed out before a thought crosses your mind. âOh my god donât tell me youâre still a virgin?â
âNo, Iâm not,â Jake coughs. âI just forgot what Iâm into.â
Thatâs when you let out another laugh. âJake Sim youâre really something else. When was the last time you even had sex?â
Jake became quiet for a moment. âUhmâŚsummer before junior year.â he barely recalled it. It was just a drunken one night stand. On a three-day-and-two-night trip to the beach with his friends. He was drunk, flirted with a stranger, and had sex, and before the sun had risen, he left the hotel room.Â
âWoah, that long huh?â you smiled. âYou never thought of having a girlfriend?â
âItâs proven that college couples tend to break up after graduation,â Jake repeated. At the same time, Jake thinks that he couldnât prioritize commitment when he has a lot of things to focus on.Â
âNot now, but during that duration,â you pointed, and that question made Jake quiet.Â
âI did like someone back in junior year,â he confessed. âBut she â someone else got her first.â
âDo you still like her?â
âOf course not anymore,â Jake only smiled bitterly. Regrets rushing into his heart. âSheâs my friendâs girlfriend â they got together last year coincidentally. From there, I threw away my feelings immediately.â
âShe must be lucky that you like her.â
âI feel like sheâs happier with my friend now.âÂ
Silence faltered inside the kitchen. You only stared at the half-full bowl before taking another bite. You couldnât even think of another word to say.Â
âWhat about you?â Jake asked, making you glance at him. âWhat about your kinks? Letâs not delve into our lovelife since weâre not here to act like lovers.â
A faint blush rushed on your cheeks, usually things like this will be discussed during sex, during the heat of the moment, so it felt weird saying it out of blue. âItâs embarrassing.â
âHow can I make you feel good when I donât know what you want?â
âFine, Iâm submissive. Use me however you want, rough that itâll leave me limping. Choke me, thatâll make me cum, but donât you ever use degrading words, thatâll make me cry.âÂ
âSo, that means youâre into praise? Like good girl or something?â
You became quiet. Jake quickly observes how you stared at him, eyes wide. You can feel your heart beating fast, words stuck at your throat as Jakeâs words keep replaying in your mind.Â
âLetâs talk about it the other time, but that summarizes what I want during sex,â you explained.Â
Jake hums for a moment. âAlright. Then should we discuss our setup somewhere more, private?â
Your heart beats faster than before. You only nod as both you and Jake left the bowls on the sink, before following him towards his room.Â
Youâre used to a guyâs room. The smell, the mess, and probably unwashed sheets for weeks. You didnât care about it during sex, but after sex? Those guys are getting blocked. Personal hygiene is your number one must, and if Jake Simâs room is a mess, then heâll just have to kiss this setup bye-bye.Â
As Jake opens his room, youâre surprised to see a clean and neat room that smells like sandalwood and menâs perfume. His bed is neatly done, bedsheets in navy blue and white. Side table filled with nothing but a night lamp. On a corner is a pc set-up and a study table where his books are placed on a small shelf along with some pencil holder and his laptop.Â
Of course this is Jake Sim that weâre talking about. He holds a good reputation in your university so heâs likely cleaner than the rest of the guys youâve slept with before.Â
Jake sits on the edge of the bed, watching you look around his room, probably amazed by it. Then, you turned around and smiled at him before sitting next to him.Â
âSo, anymore questions?â you asked.Â
âYou told me that you canât offer your place, you live with your parents?â Jake asked.Â
âNot my parents, but my older sister. Itâs a one bed apartment room, thatâs why I canât offer mine. I donât mind hotel rooms but I donât do cheap ones Jake, so if you want it, we can do it here,â you explained, then another thought flew inside your mind. âWhy? Do you like public sex or something?â
Jake only shakes his head. âIâm not going to throw my roommates everytime we do it, so being quiet is an option.â
You stared at his lips before glancing back at his stare, you shifted your body towards him, knees touching each other as you lean close to him. âDonât worry, I can be quiet.âÂ
You two stare at each other for a minute. No one said a thing. You were waiting for him to say another word, while he only slowly observed you.
Then, Jake teasingly grins, which is a new, unfamiliar expression for you, âyou seem eager to get fucked tonight.âÂ
âIf you donât want it, I donât mind,â you smirked. âWe can take things slow pres.â
That nickname. That damn nickname that always electrifies him. Jakeâs ears deafened as the vixen smile on your lips widened.Â
âI bet you want to call me other names,â Jake said, suddenly thereâs a change in the atmosphere. You held your breath as his hands gently rested on your thighs, thumb caressing your bare skin while the smile on his lips became a smirk.Â
âPres? Sir? Daddy? While I call you a good girl as you take my dick inside your tiny little hole? You want that baby?â his deep, raspy voice sent chills through your spine. Your heart started beating fast, minding starting to float â wondering what it feels like to hear more of his heavent-sent voice praising you.Â
But you didnât want to back down that easily, so a scoff in disbelief was your answer.
âMaybe itâs you who wants to be called those names,â you spat back at him. Hands finding its way towards his jawline, your sharp, acrylic nails cupping his cheeks while Jake remains unfazed, his eyes shifted immediately to a bored one.
Itâs dangerous. Youâre convinced that Jakeâs dangerous for you. Heâs not rushing anything. Guys usually just throw you to bed and fuck you senselessly, while Jake only sat there, lazy eyes staring at you. Tempting and alluring like heâs teasing you to take the lead.
He doesnât move. Heâs patient with you, like heâs waiting for your next move. And it only leaves you impatient and wetter than before. You only glanced at his lips, luscious and thick, thumb grazing on its soft skin, cursing why Jake Sim has to be so perfect?
âYou want it?â he whispered to you, voice crashing in you like a siren.Â
âPleaseâŚâ you only breathed, tone high-pitched almost on the edge of whining that Jake chuckled darkly because of it.Â
A throb on your heart was all you felt as he crashed his lips on yours. Gently, he cups your face as he tilts his head, pressing his lips as it starts moving to get a taste of you. You kissed him back with much force, lips expertly responding to his kiss.
You instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck before you moved to his lap, hips immediately moving against his thigh to feel him underneath, only for Jake to groan against your mouth. The sudden movement of your hips flinches him.Â
Jake knows that itâs been a while since he had sex, he barely recalls when was the last time that he had masturbated. Due to his hectic schedule and tired body, it never crossed in his mind to pleasure himself. Heâd rather sleep than rub it away.
Maybe his roommates were right, his pent-up frustration is just him being sexually frustrated. Maybe itâs the peer pressure too. While his peers are living their life in adventures and parties, his college life becomes too nerdy and academic-focused that it leaves him too serious to deal with emotional attachments like love or pleasure.Â
But in Jakeâs mind, whatâs the point? Can he even have a girlfriend when he himself is too tired with his other priorities? Aera was right to advise that he just needs to get laid, at least with the no-strings attachment, he doesnât have to deal with its aftermath.Â
His hands find its way through your hair, brushing it softly until he tugs it out of nowhere, earning a moan from you. He pulls your face away from him â his stare at you menacing and that both knew that something awakened in Jake.
But it only made you needy, biting your lips before crashing your lips onto him, rough and aggressive which he reciprocated, hips bucking upwards to meet your clothed cunt. His tongue slipped out of his and slid its way inside yours, battling inside your mouth as whimpers escaped from you.
You pulled away from him. Eager for more, you could only tug his hair, staring at him darkly and boldly. âDonât hold back on me,â you challenged. âIâm not fragile Jake Sim, let all your frustrations out on me.â
That was the trigger. The way you begged for him, and recalling all the kinks that you said to him. He found you not only bold but also a pleaser. â and that made him want you to writhe underneath his touch.
What is it like to have the golden girl on her knees and worship him? âGet on your knees,â Jake ordered. Almost throwing you away from his lap. You scurried your way down to the floor, knees touching the soft rug underneath as Jake stood up. Hands caressing your head as you look up at him, round sparkling eyes thatâs ready to submit to him.Â
âShow me how good you are at pleasing a guy.â Jake unties the drawstrings of his sweatpants, pulling it down until it hits the floor.
You only stared at the tent on his boxer, eyes filled with curiosity on his cock, making you glanced back at Jake.Â
âCome on, show pres how good you are, vice,â he smirked, and the nickname only sent chills to your cunt. Never would you think heâll give a good rebut with your nickname for him.
But youâre used to this. Thatâs why in one big tug, you pulled down his boxer, eyes wide at his hard length. Out of all the dicks youâve seen, this might be the biggest youâve ever seen. Itâs beautiful, looking straight out of a porn video. Its mushroom tip is enough to tear your pussy apart. You unknowingly let out a small mewl as you wrapped your hands around it, stroking it lightly before you sinked it inside your mouth.
You wasted no time. Licking all the length that your mouth could reach. Cheeks hollow as you suck it in and out before releasing it with a loud pop. strings of saliva connecting your mouth and its tip. You lightly stroke it, teasing it around your fingers as you squeeze its tip, feeling the way it twitches as you do the action.Â
You looked up to Jake and saw how unamused he is. Like heâs not satisfied with it, so you slowly let out your tongue. Giving soft kitten licks around his cock without breaking eye contact with him. You can see how heâs holding back, so in one swift motion, you swallow his cock once again and start sucking it in a fast motion.Â
In contrast, Jake is slowly losing his mind. His cock is has become sensitive, soft groans started escaping his lips as you continue bobbing your mouth in and out. Itâs warm and tight, and he loved the way your tongue licked along your movement.Â
He bucked his hips to meet your mouth, a whimper escaping your lips as he continued thrusting it, loving the way his tip hits the back of your throat. Thatâs when he decided to pull out of your mouth, dick twitching as you only had your brows furrowed.Â
âWhat happened ââ you werenât able to finish your sentence when Jake pulled you towards the edge of the bed, your back hitting against it as Jake stood in front of you. Its erected cock just an inch away from your mouth.Â
âOpen your mouth, tongue out,â Jake ordered using his usual professional tone. Youâre not going to deny that it just sent your cunt throbbing. As you opened your mouth with your tongue out he slammed his cock inside yours. The sudden action caused you to bump your head against the side of the bed. Jake holds his dick inside you for a few seconds, feeling it twitch as Jake groans in satisfaction.Â
âFuck ââ Jake moans, finding hold on his bed as his hips started to fuck your throat roughly. His tip hitting the back of your throat that itâll leave your voice hoarse tomorrow. His thrust was erratic, youâre slowly feeling yourself dizzy by the way his dick suffocated you.
Your head continued bumping against the bed and mattress while your hands could only grip against the rug as your legs started to writhe. Your pussyâs throbbing that it hurts, wanting to touch it but youâre patient as you let Jake use you first.Â
A gagging whimper escapes your lips as Jake sheathes inside you once again, holding it for a few seconds before pulling out and thrusting inside you again.Â
âLook at you good girl, taking my cock so well,â Jake smirked, his thrust has becoming sloppy as he can feel his dick twitching, readying himself to cum, he pounds into you relentlessly and he swore that he never felt this fucking good.
âFuck, drink my cum, take it,â he breathlessly moans, thrusting a few times until he felt his orgasm crash. The feeling was so new that his loud groan echoed around the room. Jake grips on the sheets tightly as his stomach tightens, hips pushing forward to sandwich you between him and the side of the bed. You couldnât escape, eyes rolling upwards as his cum spilled downwards your throat, forcing you to drink the bittersweet liquid. Choking as the mouthful of cum was too much that your eyes started to water while drool dripped out of your mouth.Â
Jake pulls out his twitching cock, still hard and aching while you gasp for air. Slowly, you can feel his hands on your hair before he pulls your chin upwards to look at him. Smiling at you devilishly like heâs proud to see your messed-up face with drool and cum on your lips.
âYou did good,â Jake mumbled and you could only whine from the praise.Â
âDonât worry pretty girl, youâll get a reward from me,â and before you could say any word, Jake lifted you up to his bed. He cages you between his arms and glances at him.
His hands went tracing the outline of your body, towards your stomach until it reached the button of your shorts, but before he could even open it, you called him out, eyes darting at you immediately.Â
âYouâre not going to eat me,â you told him. âNope, I donât do that.â
Jakeâs face distorted into a confused one. âYouâll let my dick inside your mouth but not the other way around?â
âI find it weird!â you reasoned out, before grabbing his hands. Seeing its long, slender fingers along with the pulsing veins brought an idea in you. âLook, itâs either you just drill your dick inside me or use your fingers, just not your mouth, Iâm not going to let a manâs mouth near my private area.âÂ
Jake could only laugh in disbelief. Someday, heâll get you to let him eat you out, but for now, heâll just let his fingers do the work.Â
âTake off your clothes,â he ordered, before turning around to place his glasses on his side table, taking off his shirt and kicking his sweatpants out of his ankles.Â
Jake turns around to see you sprawled on the bed. He stopped for a second. God, you look like a goddess with your body, but what amazes Jake more is your confidence as you only gave him a seductive smile. Your nipples were already erect against your breasts, which Jake unconsciously grabs the left side, fondling with it as his thumb grazes on it, sending shivers to you.
Slowly, he pushes you down the mattress, sitting beside you as his hands trailed all over your body. Hitching your breath as you watched his gorgeous hands feather on your stomach and stop just right on your pussy.Â
âKeep your legs open for me,â he ordered and you did so. Legs sprawled as his fingers slid on your core. A dark chuckle escaping his lips â âfuck, youâre soaking wet already, did you got wet sucking me of?â
âYes,â you mewled. âPlease Jake â need you.â
But Jake hushes you, slender fingers sliding up and down its lips. âStay still for me or you won't get to cum.â
And a soft whine escapes your lips. âThatâs not fair.âÂ
The next thing you knew, his free hand was around your neck, a moan escaping on your lips as his fingers dipped on the right place.
âStay still.â he said with a serious tone and you could only whine as Jake rubs your clit in a circular motion. His hands dipped further on the side of your neck, strong arms keeping you still as you shut your eyes while his fingers do magic in pleasuring you.Â
âJake ââ another moan escapes your lips as you feel him slide two fingers easily inside you. Immediately pumping in and out before pulling it out. Opening your eyes to see Jake licking your slick out of his lips, his eyes locked at you as he removed his fingers out of his mouth with a small pop.
âYou taste fucking good and youâre not going to let me taste it?â he teased, you could only shake your head as answer and Jake understood it already â heâll be patient, but for now, itâs all about pleasuring you.Â
He places his fingers inside you again, making you arch your back as he slides his fingers in and out, scissoring your walls open making you moan as both hands are doing godâs work to make you feel good. You watched as his left hand remained in your neck, holding you down so that you wonât move, large hands and pink knuckles wrapped around you making you hold onto it.Â
âYou like my hand that much?â Jake laughs, and a breathy âyesâ was all you could answer.Â
A loud cry left escaped your lips as Jake inserted another finger inside your pussy. You never tried having three fingers shoved inside you and it only stretched you wider. His pace became faster as it began to pump in and out, curling at a spot that made you legs shake â thatâs when Jake knew. He remained at his pace, abusing the spot as he heard your uneven breathing, feeling you writhe against his hold.Â
âNeed to stretch you wide baby,â Jake darkly taunted, leaning against your ears as he whispered. âGoing to make sure your pretty pussy can take my whole cock.â
That took you to cum, legs shaking as his finger fastened its pace when he felt your pussy clamming. You cry out his name making him slam your head deeper on the mattress using his other hand, tightening his grip that the pleasure from both actions only made you moan mutedly.Â
Jake removes both his hands from you, legs still shaking as you try to catch on your breath. You closed your eyes as you felt Jakeâs large hands patting your hair as a form of comfort, he leaned and kissed your lips which you immediately reciprocated, arms instinctively wrapping around his neck while you two got lost in each otherâs taste.Â
âFuck me please,â you whispered against your kisses, and you could only feel Jake smile before leaving another breathy kiss on you. He separates from you as you watch as Jake grabs something from his drawer, you leaned on to see him sheathe the condom on his shaft.Â
He glances back at you, and your heart starts beating fast. Damn it. You curse internally. Wondering how the fuck Jake still looks so fucking handsome despite the disheveled hair and flushed face. You canât help but rub your thighs together as your eyes remain at Jake.Â
Heâs handsome, smart, and serious. He respects you but at the same time complies with your kinks. Even his performance and dick exceeded your expectations. You feel like youâve hit the jackpot when you offered him to be his fuck buddy.Â
âWhat position do you want?â he asked.
âMissionary,â basic, but you wanted the guy to do all the work. Smiling back at him as you asked his preference.Â
âIâm okay with any, letâs just go with yours,â Jake said, smiling before pulling your legs towards him.Â
You only lay down as Jake stretches your legs open, resting it on his strong thighs as he kneels in front of you. His eyes staring at your wet pussy before he positions his cock on your entrance. You could only bite your lips as you watch his tip disappear inside your cunt. Feeling it stretch your walls, already clasping for more, making Jake groan.Â
âShit â you want my dick so bad?âÂ
âMore â Jake, please,â you whined.Â
Jake slides his dick inside you within a second, earning a sultry moan from you as this is the first time you ever felt so full. He started his pace fast immediately, both hands on your waist as he lifted you like a ragdoll. Pounding on your warm walls, moaning with the way your pussy clamps his cock.Â
âJake â ugh â rougher please ââ you werenât able to continue your words when Jake wraps his hands on your neck once again. Followed by a sharp thrust, Jake leans over you with a serious expression as his grip tightens, knocking you out of breath making both your hands grab onto it, trying to grasp for air but at the same time, your pussy tightens around his cock.Â
âYouâre going to take my cock however you like, got it?â he ordered and you could only cry as his thrust became rougher like you wanted it. Eyes rolling in pleasure as he continued to abuse your holes.
Jakeâs thrust hits right where you want it, his moans dragging out of his lips as he shut his eyes harshly. The pleasure was becoming too intense for him, your walls were sucking him harshly, warm and soft against his hard length. He can feel stomach tightening, dick twitching as a sign that heâs going to cum.Â
Jake choked on his breath as he continued pounding inside your pussy, his shaft sliding in and out as your cries became louder. If it wasnât enough, Jake pushes you down the bed, fingers pressing hard on each side making you arch your back. He can feel your legs kicking its way out, your hands trying to remove his hand around your neck but he only tilts his head in amusement, hips never stopping its movement.
âJake! Fuck! ââ you started babbling incoherent words. Eyes wet with tears as you tried to get away from his grasp.Â
âYouâre gonna cum now?â Jake amused, using his free hand to circle his thumb on your clit, earning a loud cry from you.Â
âPlease â I want ââ
âYou can cum pretty girl,â he whispered darkly. âYou did so good, so you deserve to cum.â
You let out a muted moan as you stop writhing from his touch but instead, you started shaking. Jake lets go of his hand from your neck and replaces it with his lips, leaving feathered kisses as he continues to thrust inside your tight pussy.Â
âJake hhhh â too much!â you pleaded, feeling sensitive from your orgasm. Â
âJust wait alright? Youâre a good girl, you can hold it for me right?â he convinced, and those words only went straight to your abused cunt, nodding as Jake thrusts became uneven. It didnât take a while before he let out a pornographic moan as he cums inside the condom.Â
Jake was catching his breath as he lay down beside you. The heated atmosphere was followed by a quiet yet awkward silence. The two of you only stared at the ceiling, energy dying down along with the tension around.
âWoahâ he could only say, both of you letting out a small laugh after sinking in what just happened between the two of you.Â
Your eyes are drilling holes on the ceiling as you feel satisfied yet wanting for more. The sex was intense. You loved the way his cock abused your hole but it felt like it wasnât enough.Â
âJake ââ you hesitated for a second, looking at him who immediately caught your words.
âYou want another round?â he asked, almost smiling.Â
âPlease?â your eyes pleading innocently that it made Jakeâs dick twitch. A sharp inhale escapes his lips as your hand reaches for his half-hard cock, stroking it lightly before pulling the soiled rubber away.
âWant you more,â you said softly like a kid asking for candy.
âOf course pretty girl,â a kiss on your temple was all you got before he reached his drawer once again â but his actions stopped when you pulled his arms.Â
âI want it raw,â you said. âWant you to fill me. Please Jake, weâre safe. Iâm on birth control.â
Jake felt like his ears deafened with his words. You look at him with the pout on your lips becoming visible as you continue to stroke his dick, palming his tip and squeezing it at every chance you can.Â
âFuck â you want it raw?â Jake asked in disbelief.Â
You nodded feverishly. You never tried raw. Even though youâre using birth control, you still need to be extra careful, thatâs why condom is a must when it comes to your hookups.Â
But with Jake, something in you is asking to be impaled by him raw. You wanted his semen to fill you up full and warm. You want to feel his seeds inside you â like how it felt earlier on your mouth.Â
It didnât take a second for Jake to grab you by the waist and flip you. You had your stomach flat while Jake raises your hips, ass up in the air as his hands are on the curve of it. A sudden slap on your right cheek made you whine, and if it wasnât enough â Jake shoved his dick inside your pussy without a warning.Â
His hands gripped on your waist tightly, thrusting in and out harshly, watching as his dick disappeared inside your pussy while your ass bounced against his groin. Jake groans at the sight as your walls felt more heavenly without the condom.Â
âShouldâve said earlier ââ Jake grunts. âIâll fill you full baby, youâre going to be a good girl and take all my cum right vice?âÂ
âFuck ââ
âLook how youâre sucking presâ dick, you really fucking want this do you?â he pulls a fistful of your hair making you whine in pleasure.Â
âYes! God! fill me up pres!â you shouted loudly. You felt another slap on your ass as Jake continued drilling his dick inside you. Hitting your deepest part that no one had ever reached.Â
âTake it like the good girl you are.â
The room smelled like sex and sweat. Bodies slapping together echoed around the room along with each otherâs moans and whimpers. The continuous action caused the bed to creak, headboard slapping against the wall, but both of you were too lost in the pleasure to care.Â
âIâm gonna cum,â Jake spoke, hand letting go of your hair making you fall flat on the pillow.Â
Your only response was a cry, before feeling your stomach coil again. Cumming unannounced with continuous, unstable whimpers followed by a moan. Hands shaking as it grips on the sheets so tight that your knuckles are turning red.Â
Jake came shortly after, letting out a loud groan as his hold on your waist tightened, fingers pressing on the skin making you whine in pain. His warm seeds started to fill your insides, making you whine loudly as he dumped every last bit of his semen inside you. Thrusting sloppily until his energy is all drained-up.Â
Jake pulls out, cock dirtied with both of your cum, he could only stare at your hole as his cum dripped out of it. Unconsciously gathering it using his fingers before shoving it inside your pussy once again, a soft whimper escaping from you before he pumps in and out until he is fully satisfied with it.Â
You shifted to lay down on your bed, which Jake followed, brushing the sweaty strands on your forehead. âYou did good.â he whispered to you, hands massaging your legs and knees while you closed your eyes to his relaxing touch.Â
âI should go,â you said while your eyes remained closed.Â
âWait, clean up first ââ
âItâs okay, I can handle it myself,â you insisted. Thatâs when you sat up on his bed before looking at him. âNo aftercares okay? Itâs too wholesome for me.â
Jake raised an eyebrow, âitâs not wholesome, itâs decency. Iâm not going to let you go home with my cum dripping inside you.â
âWhat if I want that?â you teased, but Jake only chuckled on your words before scooping you up, startling you that you could only hold on his shoulders.Â
The two of you reach their bathroom, Jake makes you sit on the toilet while he grabs a small towel, wetting it before handing it to you. âIf you donât want me to do it, itâs okay. We did it raw, I donât want to risk you getting sick after sex, you need to pee too. Iâll be outside to get your clothes.âÂ
You only accepted the towel while he left you there, closing the bathroom door. Staring at the towel, you could only quip a small smile. Jake never failed to surprise you with his gestures, but then again, what else would you expect from the golden boy? He seems like he has everything sorted in his life.Â
After you wipe yourself clean, you hear a knock on the door, revealing Jake who offers you your clothes again. You only smile at him, muttering your thanks as you wore your clothes.Â
As you stepped out of the bathroom, you saw Jake fully-clothed in the living room, he glanced at you which made you walk towards him.Â
âSo,â you cleared your throat. âI guess our setupâs okay â youâre okay with it? Because Iâm totally okay with having us as fuck buddies.âÂ
âIf youâre okay with it, then Iâm okay with it too,â Jake nodded in agreement. âItâs getting late, let me drive you to your home ââ
âNo, itâs okay Jake, weâre just here to fuck remember?â you reminded, and Jake didnât rebut. âIâll just book a car ride home. Donât worry about me, Iâve been doing this many times.â
Jake could only quip a small smile as he walked you towards the door.Â
âAt least text me if you got home safe,â Jake told you, and you let out a small chuckle.
âAlright, if itâll make you sleep peacefully at night,â you teased.Â
âGoodnight y/n, see you in Decelis?â Jake said hesitantly.
You tip-toed to land a kiss on his cheeks, winking at him as you said, âno, see you when we fuck again.â
-
Itâs been two months since you and Jake had officially became a fuck buddy.
The set-up wasn't typical. Itâs raw (maybe because you let him hit you raw,) but itâs intimate. The two of you also had discussed a lot of kinks to make each other feel good. Everytime you two meet, things spice up in bed and you two always end the night satisfied.
Youâve learned that Jake likes being a dom who complies to your wishes, which makes your set-up better. You consider him as a great fuck buddy especially when soft gestures and aftercares would follow after the rough sex, showing you that heâs not the only one benefitting on this set-up.
Outside the bedsheets, you two talked like you two arenât each otherâs fuck buddies. It was one rule that you had established and Jake complies to it.Â
There were no wariness and subtle glances at each other. Youâre used to guys texting you after, asking for dates or another hookup, they arenât even subtle when greeting you inside the campus with eyes filled with lust. But Jake? Jake maintained his boundaries with you.Â
He talks to you using his usual tone, acting like he didnât shove his dick in your mouth many times. But you like it. You finally found someone whoâs respectful with your boundaries and complies to whatever set-up you two had agreed. Despite the many times you two had sex, the two of you havenât crossed the line. Both handled it maturely and were really just there for the sex.Â
âJake, Iâll be going now, y/n, bye-bye!â Jiwon announced, waving at the two of you who reciprocated it. The smile on her face was wide since her boyfriendâs waiting by the doorsteps of the club room.Â
âHey Jake! Donât study too much, youâll be out of our reach now,â Heeseung teased before grabbing Jiwonâs bag.
âGet lost you lovebirds,â Jake laughs, before waving goodbye to his friends one last time. You observed how Jakeâs eyes lingered on them for a few minutes before continuing his task.
You hummed lightly as you focused on your report. The two of you remained inside the club room, stuck with tons of reports that became mishaps last semester. Incomplete documents and missing reports, Jake couldnât help but to work overtime due to it along with you.Â
âDid you ask your staff regarding this?â Jake asked in a serious tone, a pissed expression written on his face because some cases werenât even during his term â some were even during his sophomore years, and it only showed up during his term.Â
âI already sent a message on our group chat but no oneâs responding to me,â you answered, checking your phone again but your message was left on read. âIâll look more, it must be here somewhere.â
You stood up from your seat, going towards the files on the corner table. Grabbing it one by one to check if there may be some stray documents inside it â not noticing how Jakeâs eyes were glued at you the whole time.Â
Your hair was messily tied with a claw clip, revealing your nape thatâs too tempting for Jake, completely a contrast against your immaculate white blouse thatâs too thin, he can see the silhouette of your black bra. Then, his eyes trailed downwards to your skirt, the short navy blue skirt of your department. Itâs a few inches above your knees but enough for him to see your gorgeous thighs and legs.Â
Jake gulps tightly. Suddenly, his pants are too tight and his body starts to feel hot, making him loosen his tie. Eyes still glued to you, observing you whoâs oblivious about his stares.
Jakeâs mind started to haze, wondering why the roomâs suddenly too hot despite the white noise coming from the air conditioner. But he remained glued to you â who suddenly dropped a document.
And of course, you donât pick it up by bending your body, revealing your ass at him like a whore. You kneeled on the floor and picked it up with much demurity. Brushing the dust off your skirt as you stand up before going back to your task.Â
His knuckles tightly gripped on the edge of the table, eyes watching you like a hawk. An obscene idea formed in his mind. And an idea that he knows isn't allowed and will surely lead him into trouble. That the act of indecency is prohibited by Decelis â but youâre just too tempting.
Itâs almost seven in the evening. Usually there were only a few students around the building. A little stunt wonât hurt right? Jake thought before he stood up from his seat, strutting towards you and trapping you with his arms. You were startled, mouth about to open when you felt Jakeâs hot breath on your nape â sending chills on your spine.Â
âYouâre going to be the death of me angel,â he whispered to you, tone dark and lustful that you felt yourself shivering. His body pressed closer to you, feeling his hard-on against your ass.Â
âJake ââ you halted a breath when his lips landed on your neck, peppering kisses and soft nibbles making you bend forward. âNot here â someone might walk in.â you tried to push him away but he immediately grabbed your wrists, unable to tug it as he pressed himself so that you could feel his chest against your back.Â
âWeâre the only one here,â Jake assured. âCanât wait any longer for you.â
âJake stop â ah!â The next thing you knew, Jake had you bended on the table, cheeks pressed against the surface with his huge hands stabilizing it. Jake groans softly as he grinds his clothed dick against your skirt, moaning loudly as he rutted on it harshly.
Your heart started beating fast, body shaking and feeling violated with his actions â but at the same time, you can feel yourself heating up. It felt so wrong but your body couldnât do anything, not even an attempt to struggle your way out was done.
âYou want this too do you?â he whispered to you, your eyes widening as he hunches your skirt up to your waist, revealing your black cotton panties underneath. His hands fondling the curve of your butt, making you writhe from his touch.
âStop ââ You shake your head but Jake only pressed your face harsher, tears started to form from your eyes.Â
âBe a good girl and behave for me? You donât want to see their golden girl being a bad girl donât you?â he taunted, and that thought had your heart racing.Â
You two canât do this. Someone might walk in any minute now. The doorâs unlocked and the small window of the door was enough for you two to be seen. Thatâs when you struggled your way out but Jake grabs your wrist and holds it on your back.Â
âWeâll be quick angel, itâll be nice and youâll feel good with it,â Jake said, fumbling with his belt with his free hand. He unzips his zipper and releases his cock free from its strain. Angry red and twitching, Jake was eager when he swiftly pulled your panties on the side, slightly rubbing his tip on its entrance which made you move away â but Jake hovered over you.
âJust be quiet for me, going to fuck you real quick you wonât feel any pain ââ but it was the complete opposite of what you felt when his huge tip slides in without a warning. You let out a muted cry as Jake sheathes inside you nice and slow yet his huge cock is still too big for you for the sudden penetration.Â
It felt so wrong in many ways â but you like it. You like the way that you couldnât do anything about the situation. You couldnât do anything but take his cock as he pounds on you senseless. You know that Jake isnât going to stop unless you say so. Even if you tell him to stop a hundred times, he wonât â unless the safe word comes out of your mouth.
But it never did. You enjoyed the way his dick penetrated inside you, your pussy hugging it making you cry in pain and pleasure.Â
âJake â ah! It hurts ââ you cried, feeling his thrust faster and harsher with his protruding tip kissing your deepest parts.Â
âIt hurts? Donât fuck with me angel, you love it donât you? I can feel you getting wet around my dick,â Jake taunted, giving sharp consecutive thrusts leaving you moaning incoherent words.
Your cries filled the whole room, along with the wet slaps of bodies as Jake pounds your pussy with no resentment. His groans lustful and dark, big hands gripping your wrist so tight that you couldnât do anything but to accept your fate. Heart beating fast that itâs the only thing you can hear against the lewd noises.Â
Then you felt it. Youâre on the edge of your orgasm. A whimper escapes your lips which signaled Jake. He removes his hold from your wrist before wrapping his hands on your neck, choking you tightly as he presses his body against yours, body sticking together, uniforms getting creased as his hips never stop abusing your holes. The table beneath started to creak, shuffling against the marbled tiles while you crunched against the papers that your hand could reach.
âYouâre going to cum now? See how you like it? My angel wanted to get fucked wherever she wants to,â Jake whispered against your ears, reminding you that youâre doing something scandalous inside your campus, and the risk of getting caught is there.
Thatâs the thrill, thereâs nervousness inside you that had your pussy tightening against Jakeâs length. Earning a sharp groan from him, as he teasingly chuckled. âWith the way your pussyâs sucking me in, I can tell you love this angel.âÂ
With his expert thrusts, Jake made you cum in no time. A soft sob escaping your lips as the coil in your stomach tightened, knees and legs shaking that you lost your footing â finding balance on Jakeâs pressed body against yours.Â
Jake follows you shortly after. Filling you with his raw seeds making you whine too loudly that Jake covered your mouth with his hand. He pulls out immediately and starts pumping his dick, spilling a few strands on your ass and skirt, staining your uniform while his cum drips against your inner thighs.Â
Jake could feel his cock twitching at the sight. You bent over the table inside the club room, uniform messed and creased with his cum stains. He couldnât believe that he had the power and confidence to do an act that might risk not only his reputation â but also yours.Â
But in the moment of silence thatâs when Jake gently holds you, removing you from the table before facing you towards him â his face filled with a worried expression like he didnât just violate you earlier. His hands go through your wrists as he lightly massages it.Â
âYou okay?â he asked.Â
âWhat the fuck just happened?â you asked, still having a post-orgasm haze.
A hint of nervousness hit Jake, hands on your shoulders as he said, âIâm sorry ââ
âNo, donât say sorry Jake, I like it ââ but you slapped his chest, eyes glaring at him. âBut what the fuck was that!? I didnât know youâre into public sex!â
âItâs your fault, youâre just too tempting,â he admits, sensing a rush of relief to see that youâre fine with it. âYou like it though.â
You two have talked about it a few weeks ago. Jakeâs eyes widened when you shared that youâre into non consensual things, you love the way that you donât have control on some things especially in bed â Jake understood what you meant, and you two established a safe word.Â
You like it, you just didnât expect that you two are going to do it inside the club room. Somehow, you felt nervous at the thought of breaking school rules.Â
âYeah, but what if we got into trouble?â you asked hypothetically, knowing that you two arenât just students â you two are considered as the role models, itâll be a huge scandal if theyâve discovered what you two have done.
âBut it feels good right? Breaking the rules,â Jake grins, his hands on your waist while his half-hard cock poking your thighs. He seems to be confident about it while the worry look on your face still remains.Â
âJake, Iâm serious,â you told him, heart still beating fast.Â
âIâm not going to do it if Iâll be risking something,â he assured, hand brushing your hair as he lightly grazes on your cheeks. âDonât worry pretty, I wonât give you trouble.â
Jake leans closer for a kiss from you, you could only close your eyes as you wrapped your arms around his neck, giving him a heated, torrid kiss that had you two immediately gasping for air after a few minutes.Â
âI canât believe we just did that,â you whispered against his lips. âI canât believe we broke some rules.â
âAnd I donât mind breaking more with you,â Jake whispered, and you donât know what he meant, but as Jake pulled you for another heated kiss, you couldnât feel anything but the rapid beating of your heart â something indescribable and only would you feel whenever youâre with Jake.Â
-
If thereâs one thing to describe with Jake is that he is rational.
He abides by every rule and condition given to him. One mistake can be a risk, and Jake, although a risk-taker, still will play safe if he doesnât gain anything good from the risk.Â
Even with your little set-up, Jake respects your conditions and abides by it. That little stunt a few weeks ago wasnât part of your conditions but you two promised to never do it again inside the campus. Risk is still a risk, and it just sinked into him that his action was too impulsive and risky for you two.Â
Fortunately, there werenât any rumors circling around. Jake was assured that no one had witnessed the scene. Over the past weeks, you two returned to your usual setup â meeting only to have sex, nothing more, nothing less.
Inside his room, Jake was in the middle of his break. His laptop is left open while his notes are spread through the table. He leans against his computer chair as he plays one round of online games, something to relax him in between his study sessions.Â
Suddenly, his phoneâs ringtone pings, and although heâs in the middle of the game, Jake stops â abandoning his game because that ringtone is specifically for you. Jake looks up to his phone, receiving a notification from you. It wasnât the usual message that youâd send if you down to fuck. Something about your message had Jake staring at it for a moment.
Hey, can you pick me up here? Just need someone.â your message says. It was straightforward. No flirty remarks or horny subtexts. Not even an emoji and that period â you donât use periods.Â
Jake thought about it for a moment. Wondering if you just sent it to the wrong person. After all, you two only meet to fuck. But in Jakeâs mind â in his rational thought, you might be in trouble and the first person youâve thought of was him.Â
So hurriedly, he grabbed his jacket and left his room, going towards the room next to him and knocking a few times before it swung open.Â
âAera, can I borrow your car?â
Jake arrives at the location you sent. A convenience store wherein he can see you from its window. Sitting alone while fiddling with your phone. Jake calls you from his phone and as you look up, your eyes meet.
âThank you,â you only mumbled as you sat on the passenger seat.
Jake looks at you for a minute. Compared to your usual perfect getup, you were a mess. Your hair is tied in a disheveled low ponytail, eyes red and puffy, obvious that you had cried, you were even holding back your sobs as you only cling on your jacket. Inside it was a tank top and pajama pants.Â
You didnât spare a glance at Jake, your eyes glued at the window of the car. The car was filled with nothing but silence. Jake didnât want to push you to talk, so he decided to drive away â somewhere thatâll give you a peace of mind.Â
The drive brought you two to the highway road, somewhere on the border of the city and its neighboring town. Jake had known this route since Aera brought him and Yunjin to her hometown. Turning right and leaving the highway, the car slowly drove towards a less traveled road. Almost empty and dark if it wasnât for the few orange streetlights to give light to stray cars.Â
Jake stops by the side of the road, somewhere dark and uphill. Thatâs when you realized you two had stopped. Glancing at your side, only to see that the top view of the city is in front of you. Itâs beautiful against the dark night. Hundreds of buildings and establishments flickering like stars, showing you that youâre just a small piece of the huge city.Â
âHow did you find this?â you asked, almost a whisper.
âAera, Yunjin, and I took a wrong turn one time,â Jake smiles, remembering the chaos it brought.
It was late in the evening, Aera was panicking while steering the wheel because she took a wrong turn. Yunjin was shouting how this is how a horror movie starts, while Jake was trying his best to find a signal from his phone. They were driving in the dark for so long, screaming and panicking until they passed this road, they eventually stopped. Relief came into their senses because they werenât trapped in the middle of a haunted road.
âItâs beautiful,â you mumbled, staring at the view for so long.Â
âIt has become our secret place ever since,â Jake said, smiling. âWhen weâre tired, stressed, or just need to escape the city, we go here. Youâre the only one I brought here, I donât know about my roommates if they ever brought someone here.âÂ
You ignored the way your heart faltered with his words. This feels nice. You think, being away from the noise of the city. And as you clutch your phone, thatâs when you remember the reason why you even left your place.Â
âMy sister and IâŚwe had a fight,â you opened up slowly, making Jake glance at you. âWeâre close. Very close, sheâs my best friend, my ride or die you can say.â
But a bittersweet smile formed on your lips. âBut sometimes she doesnât understand me.â
âIt's just a silly fight about chores and keeping the apartment clean, but ââ a choke sob escapes from your lips, trembling as you inhale deeply. âWhy does it always have to be me? I know sheâs tired from work, but I get tired with school too. She always belittles my tiredness and itâs getting annoying â itâs like I donât have the right to get tired.â
You let out a deep sigh before aggressively wiping your tears. âShe thinks Iâm all this smart and good at everything girl and I wish I wasnât. Sometimes I regret excelling in my studies, all this extracurricular shits and being the golden girl because I canât fail, I donât want to disappoint everyone.âÂ
Jake quietly listens to your rant, realizing how you two are so similar yet different too.Â
You both got the title because you two met the standards. He doesnât care about the title, it wasnât a crowning glory for him. While you hold onto it like itâs your pride, itâs something that will prove your worth. You may seem so alike but you two see the title so differently.Â
âShe doesnât understand that I am not that smart, I study hard, yes, but I am not that intelligent. And everytime I bring that up, she thinks that Iâm just lowering my self-esteem, but itâs the truth! Iâm not good with everything! Do you know why Iâm a communications student? Because I hate math Jake, thatâs a cursed subject and itâs my lowest in my records. A fucking 2.5.â
Jake, being an engineering student, merely laughs at your rant. You had a pissed expression written on your face but the sobs never stopped. Jake wonders whether to take you seriously or not. But he nods at your words, trying to understand your sentiments because even he isnât that great at some fields, like literature or anything with subjective essay writings. He hates those kinds of subjects.
âIâm sorry I dragged you into this,â you apologized immediately, realizing that Jake hasnât said a word throughout your whole rant. âI know I told you that we shouldnât do things like this, but I just really need some escape.â
âDonât you have friends?â he asked, a curious question that seems to be far from your worries.Â
âI have but they donât study at Decelis,â you laughed, finding his question funny yet comforting. âThatâs why I love being in the student aid, it feels nice talking to students and helping them. Some juniors look up to me, they donât know Iâm just this imposter whoâs not really great at everything.â
âYouâre not an imposter y/n,â Jake said. âYouâve worked hard to gain the title. They gave it to you because you deserve it.â
âDo I? Or is it because there werenât any candidates this year? Thatâs why they just chose me since Iâm the last option.â you rebutted.
âMaybe youâre sisterâs right,â Jake said with a serious tone. âMaybe youâre just lowering your self-esteem. Y/n, you were last yearâs Selene, you used to be the head radio jock of the radio station, and you never left the department honorsâ list every semester â fuck, youâre the vice president of the student aid, everyone loves you! Is that enough proof for you that you deserve the title?â
You donât know why but your mouth shut down when Jake rambled. You never thought that those words would come out of Jakeâs mouth. Shock? Perhaps, asking how Jake knows you this much while you only know him through his touch and golden boy image?
Then it struck you and your setup with him. Like cold water pouring on you as you realized that you might have slightly broke the rule because you went to him and instead of asking to be fucked, you vented out your frustrations on him.
A curse left your lips as you glanced at Jake, eyes pleading and yearning as he only stared at you with his usual neutral expression, like he was waiting for your response.
But you only grabbed Jake by his hoodie and pulled him for a kiss, aggressive and salty as tears still continued to fall from your eyes. Strong hands managed to push you away but your hands remained at his clothes.Â
âWhat the ââ
âForget everything I said Jake, we only meet to fuck remember?â
Jake wasnât able to rebut when you pulled him for another kiss. At first he doesnât move, but slowly he responds to your kiss, light and slow, like heâs careful of breaking you.Â
And you hated feeling like youâre fragile. You pulled out of the kiss to grab the gear to adjust Jakeâs seat â enough to give you space to sit on his lap and give him another heated kiss.Â
Jake lets you dominate him as you straddle on his lap. Kissing him hurriedly as your quick hands immediately went between his thighs. Palming his cock, making him groan against your lips. Youâve done this many times and you know where this will lead â you being fucked out of your sadness.
But slowly, Jake stops responding to your kisses. Suddenly, he grabs your face, separating it from you. Seeing him with his angry expression and flushed lips, you could only whine as you grind against his cock, hoping that heâll give you what you want.Â
âY/n stop ââ Jake sternly said. âYouâre vulnerable. We shouldnât do this.â
But you bitterly smiled at him. âJake, do you know why I do hook-ups? Because itâs my escape, so please, just make me forget everything.âÂ
âNot with this y/n ââ
âJake please! You might think Iâm weak and vulnerable but I know what I am doing.â you said with a serious tone, pleading as you grabbed both his hands, placing it on your waist as your hips continued to move beneath him.Â
Jake stared at you for a minute, thinking that he had no choice but to agree. Itâs your setup with him. You two are just there for pleasure. If you can fuck him out of his frustration, why canât he do it with your sadness? It felt unfair to go against your want.Â
The two of you moved on the backseat. You lay down as Jake prepared you, scissoring your insides hastily, curling at the spot until youâre wet enough for him. He pulls his pants down enough to release his cock, pumping it lightly, smearing his precum for lubrication, and quickly aligns it on your entrance. Slowly, Jake sheaths inside you, earning a moan from you that he started moving.Â
Jakeâs thrust was frantic. Fast but wasnât harsh, like he was trying his best to make you cum. He could only close his eyes shut as he pounds inside you, leaving you in heaving moans. His hands are both on your waist while your hands could only hold onto it for support.
âFaster, please ââ You begged but Jake canât and instead he closes his eyes because he couldnât bear to see your face. Your eyes red and puffy from crying â yet it haunted him even in his mind. Your conversations replaying in your mind, Jake suddenly halted his action.Â
âIâm sorry ââ Jake could only groan, taking a sharp exhale. âI just canât, I know you want this, but this is still wrong.âÂ
Jake removes his hands from your waist, almost feeling himself disgusted to do the act. He looks down on you whose eyes watered and that even breaks his heart more.Â
âFuck, I just canât fuck you out of your sadness y/n, you donât need sex to escape your worries.â he said to you.Â
And softly, you said, âIâm okay with this.â
âAnd Iâm not, you can forget your worries without me using you.â Jake stated, his tone became serious but thereâs a hint of worry on it.
You only stared at him. Eyes wide as it just sinked into you what happened. Jake didnât want to have sex with you when itâs the only thing that you two should be doing. But he did it out of respect for you, because he knows that your emotions are all over the place.Â
âIâm sorry,â you only cried, making Jake pull you upwards, wrapping you close to him as you cried. âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry ââ
Jake hushes you, âitâs not your fault, Iâm not mad donât worry. Just let it out.â
âI just want to be seen.â you confessed, holding tightly on his jacket. âItâs like everything I do is not enough for everyone.âÂ
âYouâve done everything, youâve worked hard for the title. Everyone loves you y/n, donât ever forget that,â Jake softly said. Hands possessively around your waist as his other hand drew circles around your back.Â
âItâs not enough ââ
âYouâve proven your worth. They gave you the title because they know that you deserve it,â Jake said. âDonât ever think that youâre worthless â that youâll find your worth using sex, youâre more than that.â
âIâm sorry for forcing you,â you mumbled, feeling guilty all of the sudden.
âI understand your part, but I just canât do it with your emotions all over the place,â Jake reassured, and that made you better than before. He knows his boundaries with you, agreeing to each otherâs condition but at the same time, he doesnât want to take advantage of your vulnerability.Â
âThank you,â you only breathed. âI â itâs just â I just need to distract myself.â
âThatâs why I brought you here,â Jake explained. Hand patting the back of your shoulder. âThis could be your breather. Donât worry about anything.â
âThen, can we stay like this?â you asked suddenly, glancing at him who only remembered that heâs still inside you.Â
Jake became quiet for a moment. âDo you want to?"
You only nod, snuggling closer to him, resting on his chest as you can feel the faint beat of his heart. âYouâre warm, and it eases meâŚI donât know, I know we said we shouldnât do this butâŚI think this is the closest thing that we can do as sex.â
Jake only brushes your hair softly, a kiss landing on top of your hair before he said, âif it eases you, of course we can â and donât worry about it, we can break a few rules just for tonight.â
âJust for tonight,â you mumbled back. Jakeâs willing to break the rules just for you and it reminded his words back at the club room, leaving you questions if those rules also applied to your setup. Â
But you remained laying on Jakeâs chest, while his arms were around your waist. The two of you laid there in silence. Warm bodies eloping underneath the cold hum of the carâs air conditioner. Jake didnât try to move, worried that it might stir you. His swelling cock still inside you, pulsing as your warm, gummy walls enveloped it.Â
Jake knows that this is against the rules. Cockwarming is something you two agreed to use for foreplay but this one? Itâs different, and new, â and rawfully intimate. With you finding comfort to have him inside you, making you at ease, Jake thinks that this one is out of each otherâs conditions.Â
He let out a sigh as he remembered how you two shouldnât act like lovers. His mind racing with thoughts. Thinking if he shouldâve just fucked you earlier, it wouldnât lead to this kind of warm between you.Â
But his conscience wouldnât let him. So he lets you sleep in his chest, and as you deeply fall into your slumber with the night becoming deep, Jake decides to slowly remove you from him. You whimper a little but Jake managed to put on your pajamas back. Pulling his sweatpants up before driving back to the city.
Back in the apartment, Yunjin was in the kitchen, drinking a glass of water when she heard the door open. She quickly leaves the kitchen and her eyes went wide to see Jake carrying you behind his back, gripping tightly to your sleeping figure.
And as he makes eye contact with his roommate, he remembers everything Yunjin had advised him.Â
âSorry, I donât think itâs appropriate to bring her to her home,â Jake excused immediately.Â
Yunjin raised an eyebrow, âattachment is what will ruin what you two have, Iâm just saying Jake.â
âI know. Itâs just that she has nowhere else to go.âÂ
âItâs fine, but Iâm just reminding you.â
Jake only nods. He went straight to his room wherein he places you gently down in his bed. He changes into his sleepwear before laying beside you. Hands instinctively brushing your soft hair like it was on auto-pilot.Â
Then he stops â ponder for a moment, wondering if what you two did is still part of your setup.
But he knows that it wasnât. You two didnât have sex and he seemingly broke the rule. Everything that you two did was too intimate for a pair of fuck buddies. Attachment â as what Yunjin said, might ruin what you two have. Itâs not too late for him to distance himself.Â
Jake knows it was the rational thing to do. The moment you two established this setup, no rules were broken until tonight, and itâs because of him.
It was rational for him to fuck you to escape your worries. Itâs the agreement that you two agreed on. Regardless of whatever emotions you had because at the end of the day, you two are just there for sex.Â
But maybe, Jake wanted to break some rules. Ruin whatever you two have, and just be a mess â far from his golden boy image who always had sort things right.Â
And he couldnât believe that heâs having those thoughts. Jake has always been rational. He thinks ahead before making a choice. But with you, he somehow mixes his emotions and thinks about what might affect you.
You probably put a spell on him, and Jake wanted to curse you for entering his life as a hurricane, ruining his perfectly planned college life. â but he didnât, instead, he planted a kiss on your forehead as he whispered good night to you. Because he knows deep inside that he wants the chaos too.Â
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By morning, Jake found himself alone in his bed. Blinking, he stares at the empty side for a moment before he sits up to grab his phone, seeing that it was a Thursday. He had no classes that day but maybe you had, thatâs why you left early.Â
Quickly, he left his room, brushing his bedroom hair that became messier as he walked towards the kitchen when he heard bright laughter by the dining table. Familiar voices that are talking together. Jakeâs feet stopped for a moment, listening to their soft murmurs and chuckles, sleepy mind trying to process everything before entering the area.
There he found you, sitting along Yunjin and Aera, with plates of full breakfast on the table. The three of them stopped, glancing at Jake who seems to be still drowsy in the morning.Â
âThere he is,â Yunjin laughed. âWe were just talking about you.â
Yunjinâs words became mute as Jakeâs eyes never left you. Youâre still wearing your clothes from last night, sitting beside his roommates, who he cherishes so much, with a wide smile on your face. It wasnât your typical smile, it was full of laughter and bright. A total contrast from your sobbing expression last night.
A relief rushed in Jakeâs chest, seeing how youâve become comfortable immediately with his roommates. He didnât even realise that he was staring for too long that Aera had to literally shout his name â snapping out of his thoughts.
âDude, are you still asleep?â Yunjin asked, laughing as Jake started to move.Â
âSorry, maybe I was.â Jake apologized before sitting on the empty chair.Â
Jake remembered how you said you donât have any friends in Decelis, thatâs why seeing that youâre warming up with Yunjin and Aera, he was glad that you somehow found some female friends that you can comfortably talk to. He overhears you three talking about skincares, novels, even their chaotic love life was shared to you who only gasps at the details.Â
By ten in the morning, Yunjin and Aera left for Decelis, leaving Jake and you alone inside the dorm, volunteering to clean the dishes on their behalf.Â
âDo you have a schedule for today?â Jake asked, after rinsing the last plate.Â
âI do, but itâll be later in the afternoon,â you answered. âYou?â
âIâm free for the whole day,â Jake said. âI should drop you off at your place so that you can get ready.â
âOkay, sure, thanks JakeâŚnot only for that, but for last night too.â you softly said, making Jake stop for a moment but he gives you a small smile.
âItâs no worries, you can stay there, Iâll just go take a shower.â Jake excused. â...do you want to join me?â
Your eyes widened, an unusual invitation but you only muttered your âyesâ before Jake reached for your hand, instinctively, you accepted it as he guided you towards the bathroom.Â
You wonder where this will lead. You sit on the closed toilet seat as Jake goes back and forth from his room towards the bathroom, lending you a clean towel and some spare clothes of his.Â
âI donât know if you use specific products, you can just steal some from my roommates. I'll just buy them in exchange,â Jake stated. Thatâs when you noticed the pile of toiletries on a holder beside the shower. Three tiers that contain different products, finding it nice how organized that roommates were.Â
It made you smile, âyou sure love your roommates, and they love you too.â
âTheyâre like sisters to me, weâve been living together for so long that it feels like weâre a family,â Jake shared as he closed the bathroom door before glancing at you. âLetâs go?â
The two of you stripped off from each otherâs clothes before going inside the shower. Jake opens the shower, cold water hitting your bare body startling you. You close your eyes as you brush your hair slowly making it wet.Â
âCan I?â you heard Jake ask, and you donât know what he meant, but he grabs the white bottle of shampoo that smelled like sakura flowers. He lathers it in his hands before carefully starting massaging your hair.Â
His hands were gentle, soft and careful as his long fingers brushed the tangle strands. Strangely the act was so intimate and gentle, which you two shouldnât do. Itâs not part of your setup. But no one said a word about it, no one reprimanded the other for the act. The two of you stood there as Jake continued massaging your hair.Â
Then he massaged a certain spot on your head, which you mindlessly moaned. Eyes wide when you realized your action, but Jake only chuckled as he continued his action before rinsing off the shampoo out of your hair.
âI can do it from here,â you said. Grabbing the bottle of conditioner, before glancing at Jake who immediately lets you be.Â
The two of you continued showering together. Quiet in your own world, with the raindrop-like sound of the falling water as a noise. It felt odd for you, never tried showering with a male, the proximity felt uneasy since you two are bare without the act of sex. You become wary of your movement but at the same time, youâre at ease because youâre with Jake.
Itâs not obvious that his eyes darted on you at some moments. Youâre not that dumb to feel it, but you ignore it, immersing yourself with the cold shower as you rinse off the conditioner from your hair.Â
Then there was it. A kiss on your shoulder was the next thing you felt. With the cold water trailing down on you two, Jakeâs warm body pressed against yours and slowly wraps his arms around you as he continues to pepper kisses on your shoulder, towards your neck making you tilt it to give him more space.Â
âLet me make up with you,â he proposed. âMake you feel good, more good than you think.âÂ
A soft gasp was only your answer. Closing your eyes Jake tightens his hold on you. His lips were busy with the way he kisses your body nonstop. Showering you with love and warmth as a form of apology from last night.Â
You turned around to face him. Eyes locked on his drowsy ones as you brush his wet bangs before trailing your fingers on his cheeks down to his jawline. Memorizing every detail of his face as he remained staring at you.Â
You wanted Jake â no, you need him. You canât have him because itâll break the rules, but you need his warmth and closeness. The same warmth that gave you comfort last night. Your eyes were pleading as you wrapped your arms around his neck before standing on your toes to kiss him. Jake automatically leaned on, kissing you back with much tenderness â reciprocating the way you kissed him. Warm, and sensual, different from the heated makeouts you two had.
No one said a thing about the way the atmosphere felt different. You two stood there, drowning in the way each lips moved and tasted each other like itâs your last moment on earth.Â
You didnât know how long the kiss lasted. But the next thing you knew, Jake had you cornered against the tiles, the shower continued to run cold water yet you can feel the warm of each otherâs skin â not lustful, not hungry, something intense and dangerous that both of you know are too risky to bring up.Â
You stared at him once again. Hands brushing against his wet hair as the thumping beat of your heart becomes too fast and loud, but the serene silence inside the shower deafens it.Â
âI donât want you to make me feel good,â you whispered to him. âI just need you close to me Jake.â
And Jake complied. He made you melt deeply into his touch. He made you sure that you felt like a goddess and heâs your devotee. His hands found their way to touch every part of your body, tracing and remembering every inch of it, like heâs scared that heâll forget you. Making sure not a single part is left behind as he takes you against the wall.
The loud echoing moans mixed together with the continuous rain shower. Your whimpers and groans drowning as each otherâs lips find its way with much tenderness â the bathroom has become hot yet intimate as you pull him closer, so close like you donât want to let go of him. The proximity between you two only made it more special and different from the times you two had sex.
Youâre taking Jake all the way in, holding him closely to your body, chest pressed to each other as your hands clasps on his wet hair strands as he thrust his huge cock to you until youâre seeing stars.Â
Jake follows after, painting your insides white as he captures your lips once again. His cock softens inside you, but he remains glued to you as your arms are wrapped around his neck, feeling safe and warm against his body.Â
âYou okay?â he asked, breaking the silence. His eyes searched for you, hoping that your puffy red eyes wonât meet him.Â
âIâm good,â you answered, feeling the haze coming as you smiled at him. Jake felt relieved to see that your eyes looked fine and normal unlike last night.Â
After the act, the two of you finished showering. In tranquil silence, bodies and hair were dried before putting on fresh clothes. With that, Jake picks up the car keys and drives you to your place.Â
As you reached the entrance of your apartment, you took off your seatbelt but remained there, glancing at Jake whose eyes were on the road. Now that everything has come down, you two realized that everything youâve done starting last night had completely ruined your setup.Â
Sure you two had sex inside the shower, but it was different. And Jake knows that too. Thereâs no way to deny the rapid beating of your heart, and as much as you wanted to acknowledge what youâre feeling right now, it still feels so wrong.Â
âThanks Jake,â you started. âLetâs just pretend everything didnât happen.â
âAlright,â Jake shortly answers, not even batting an eye at you, and that earns a harsh tug on your heart. So quickly, you went out of the car and closed the door, leaving Jake whoâs too quiet that he hadnât realized that your words had crushed his heart.Â
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Itâs been a week since you last saw Jake mainly for sex. You still see him in the club room, still in his serious president mode while you do your duties. You two havenât talked personally and it sort of scared you. Wondering if you had hurt his feelings that day.Â
But then again, no feelings should be involved, so why should you feel guilty about a possibility that shouldnât happen in the first place? You chose to ignore it and decided to maybe take a break on your setup since things have been pretty busy lately, especially when graduation is in a few months.Â
You only hum your way towards your department building, listening to your daily playlist â oblivious to the stares youâve been receiving. Youâre used to stares, but you didnât notice that the stares were different from the usual looks you always receive.Â
When you arrived at your classroom thatâs when you realized that they suddenly felt cautious around you. Your forehead creased with confusion as it didnât take you a minute to process everything because a classmate approached you.Â
âTheyâre talking about you,â she said, tone filled with curiosity. âIs it true?â
âWhatâs true?â you asked, confused with her question.Â
âSomeone saw you having sex with Jake Sim in the club room.â
You felt your world shattering. Eyes wide as you looked at her as you freezed from where you were standing.Â
âWhere did you hear that?â you asked, trying to stitch up a lie because not only your image is in danger, but also your standing as a student.Â
Itâs a grief offense. You know what this may result. Suspension. Community service or maybe being stripped off the honorâs list â which is what youâve been aiming for. No. This canât be.Â
âItâs circulating around the campus,â she said. âEveryoneâs talking about you and Jake.â
Fuck, now itâs a hot topic inside the campus. You know how fast words can spread, and thereâs no escape from it. Your lips started to tremble as you tried your best to try and make out a good excuse but another classmate approached you.Â
âHey, you alright? Mr. Choi is looking for you,â she whispered, an assuring pat on your back was all you felt as you nod at her. Nervousness hitting your body as the universityâs disciplinary officer is looking for you.Â
So it had reached the higher-ups? You could only let out a bitter smile as you turned around and left the classroom. Shame hitting your body that you couldnât help but to lower your head as you walked your way towards the administrationâs building.Â
As you entered the office, you saw Jake sitting on the couch. Both looked at each other but no one said a word. Mr. Choi gestured to you to sit on the couch beside Jake, sitting on it while the man sat on his chair behind the table.
The air was cold and the tension was too suffocating. Youâre there frozen as Mr. Choi stares at you two.Â
âThereâs a rumor circulating around the campus that you two were doing someâŚindecency inside the club room,â Mr. Choi started, both glancing at the two of you.Â
Your hand finds its way to your finger, prickling on the skin of your thumb as your heart starts beating way too loud that itâs deafening your surroundings.
This is it. No more Latin honors. Suspension at a prestigious university, and youâre probably not going to graduate this year. Your parents will be disappointed with you, theyâll throw you out and â
âIs there proof?â Jake asked, snapping you out of your thoughts.Â
âThere isnât, but itâs spreading outside the campus,â Mr. Choi rested his hands on the table, and somehow that made you relieved. âYou two are the image of a good Decelis student, so to hear this rumor â we wanted to take abrupt action.â
âAs the image of a good Decelis I think me and ms. l/n knows that we should oblige to the rules of the university, and such indecency shouldnât be done inside the club, even within the campus,â Jake answered. Blatantly lying through his breath as he gave Mr. Choi a smile âthe professional one that he uses to talk to higher ups. That smile that convinces the higher-ups that heâs a good student and itâll work, theyâll fall for it everytime.Â
âMs. l/n? Do you want to say anything?â you flinched as you looked at the disciplinary officer.Â
âMr. Sim is right Sir. Choi, acts like that are forbidden according to the school rulebook, we arenât that stupid to ruin the image of Decelisâ you simply said, nodding before quipping a small smile.
The man only looked at you for a minute before letting out a sigh.Â
âIâm sorry for causing you two troubles,â Mr. Choi apologized. âI believe you two â itâs just, rumors can be true, and weâre just surprised it involves you two who are great students. I know that you two arenât prone to pre-marital sex and relationships, but this just shocked not only me, but also other concerned staff.â
Jake lightens the atmosphere by chuckling softly. âWe understand Mr. Choi. It's no worries on our part and weâre glad to cooperate with you. Whoever started the rumor must be bored with their life.âÂ
âAre you two together?â Mr. Choi asked all of a sudden, glancing at the two of you.Â
âWeâre not, weâre simply acquainted,â you answered quickly. Too quick that Mr. Choi noticed how your voice was a bit defensive.
The man merely chuckles. âAlright Ms. l/n, you two may go back to your class.â
As the two of you left the office, Jakeâs racing heart slowly slowed down. He only stood there frozen as he would never have thought that in his life that heâll lie to a higher-up â or even be sent to the disciplinary officer, or just find himself denying a rumor.Â
His knuckles turned round, nails digging on the palm as he tried to calm himself down. But his mind was clouded, he tried to compose himself as he started walking mindlessly â not until he felt you grabbing his shoulders.
You had a worried look on your face. Eyes trying to look for his stare but heâs just too numb with everything that just happened.Â
âJake ââ
âCan you give me time to think y/n?â he said with a cold tone, making you stop. Jake didnât notice the way he talked to you. His mind is still hazy as he lets out a deep sigh, frustration written all over him but heâs trying hard to act rational.
âGive you time to think?â you inhaled, disbelief written on your face. âDid you even had time to think when you bended me on that table and fuck me all of the sudden?â
A glare was given to you before Jake scoffs. âSuddenly? You liked it too, didnât you? I wouldâve stopped if you just said the safe word â but you didnât, you fucking enjoyed it too. So donât put this blame only on me. Weâre in this together.â
You didnât argue back. Jakeâs right. You liked it too. The risk and anxiety of getting caught, there was adrenaline when you two did it. It was consensual, that's why thereâs no one to blame between the two of you. The only problem was that the rumors floated, and even if you two had denied it, people would still talk no matter what.Â
Both your reputations are on the line. Thereâs no guarantee that thereâs no proof. It might circulate in a few days or maybe weeks. You donât know when but itâs scaring you. Even right now youâre scared, everything is at risk now.Â
âI did enjoy it Jake,â you snarled at him. âAnd youâre right, weâre in this together, but I hate how youâre suddenly cold to me. Pushing me away like you werenât so caring and gentle with me a few days ago.â
âYou shouldnât have given meaning to it,â Jake rebuts. âAnd the last time I recall, it was you who told me that we should just pretend it didnât happen.â
âI am not giving meaning to it. Itâs just that youâre so quick to suddenly be cold to me like it was my fault that there's a rumor spreading about us.âÂ
âBecause youâre suddenly confronting me! Do you know how scared I was inside the office? Everything is at risk y/n, my title, image, my academic standing â Iâm on the verge of not graduating this year!â Jake vented out.Â
âYou think youâre the only one whoâs at risk? Iâm also at risk Jake!â
âThen what do you want me to do? Comfort you? Make you feel better like I did that night? Can you live your life without getting validation from anyone!?â
Thatâs when Jake stopped â realizing that he crossed the line. The shocked expression written all over your face as your lips started to tremble, and yet, it formed into a thin line, holding yourself back as you raised your chin to face him.
âIs that what you really think of me? But what do I expect from you? Youâre still a guy at the end of the day. Youâre no different from other guys Iâve slept with.â you took a step forward. Eyes wide filled with frustration and anger.Â
âYou know what, youâre right Jake,â a bitter smile forming on your lips. âAnd itâs unfair because I trusted you that night, you assured me that we wonât be in trouble. But look at us now Jake.âÂ
âThen, you shouldnât have trusted me,â Jake coldly rebutted. âMaybe Iâm just an imposter just like you deep inside.â
âYou really are Jake Sim,â you nodded in agreement. âMaybe you arenât who I think you were, and I canât believe you gave me enough validation and respect for me to think that I still have enough dignity left. And Iâm not saying this because I gave meaning to it, Iâm saying this because you still respected me despite our setup â but in the end, youâre going to throw me away like everyone else did, just because we got into trouble, for something both of us have done.âÂ
Jake didnât say a word. You only heave out a sigh as tears start forming in your eyes. âAnd now, youâre looking at me like youâre so disgusted of me, like Iâm the one who spread the rumors. But you know what? I donât want to cause more trouble for you Jake. Letâs just end our setup, since you care more about your image than me.â
âFine by me,â Jake simply replied. âAnd in the first place, I shouldnât care about you, weâre fuck buddies remember?â
That was it. The final nail to the coffin. You can feel your heart crashing into thousands of pieces and you hated that feeling since itâs prohibited in the first place.
âYouâre right Jake, and thatâs what youâll think of me, not the golden girl, not your vice president â or maybe a graduating student whoâs also involved in the rumors. Itâll be easy for you to throw me away since no emotional attachment should be involved between the two of us.âÂ
You walked away first. The heavy feeling inside you becomes more heavier as the tears start to form while Jakeâs eyes never leave you. He wanted to follow you, grab you arms and maybe, correct every word he said to you. But he remained glued from where he was standing, frustration still clouding in his mind and anxiety still high.
The whole day passed by in a glimpse. The rumors still circulated, Jake ignored it even though there were some strangers approaching him to ask if the rumors were true. He only walks away from them, especially when your name slips out of their mouth.Â
You never left his mind. Not even when he returned to his apartment. Dropping his bag as he reaches to sit on the couch. He lets out a deep shaky exhale as his heart is still beating fast due to his anxiety, feeling it exploding any minute.
The door of the apartment opened, revealing his roommates. Shock written all over their faces and Jake immediately knew why.Â
âThe rumors,â Yunjin breathes. âWere they true?â
Jake didnât answer Yunjinâs question. He only sat there frozen, creating a staring contest with his roommates.
âShit it was real?â Yunjin asked, eyes almost popping out of its socket, âyou two were so fucking horny that you two banged inside the club room!?â
âWait, are you serious?â Aera stated. âI didnât fucking expect that you two, Decelisâ supposed role students would have sex inside the club room.â
And the more they pointed out, the more guilt swelled in Jakeâs heart.Â
âMr. Choi called us to his office,â Jake shared, earning a gasp from his roommates.Â
âWhat happened?â Yunjin asked.
âNothing, they donât have proof, Mr. Choi thinks that we didnât do it,â Jake explained, letting out a chuckle of disbelief. âStupid people, if theyâre going to spread a rumor like that at least show some fucking proof.â
âAre you okay?â Aera concernedly asked.Â
âIâm fine ââ Jake stops for a moment, lips tightly sealed as he glances at his roommate. âI was just shit-scared for a second. I just didnât expect this would happen.â
âYou two should be glad that there were no videos or photos,â Yunjin stated. âReally, what went through your mind to do it in the club room.â
âI donât know either, it was just the two of us left there, and weâre like the last students there,â Jake replied. âI did it out of impulse.â
âJake, you never act out of impulse.â
âI know but ââ Jake lets out a sigh. âI wonder what their reaction would be to see that their golden students are doing something indecent inside the campus.â
Yunjin raised an eyebrow, âis that a fucking kink or something.â
âNo, itâs something Iâve been thinking about, the feeling of disappointing people,â Jake answers. âThinking of what their reaction would be if they realized that Iâm not as âgoldenâ as they think I am.â
âAnd you involved y/n in that impulsive idea of yours?â Yunjin angrily asked. âJake, do you even know the cause of your impulsive idea?â
Jake didnât answer. He suddenly remembered your confrontation earlier. Remembering that itâs not only him or his image thatâs at risk. So is yours, and he just happened to make it worse even though it was his idea who brought you two here. Jake curses under his breath sharply, making both Yunjin and Aera looked at him.Â
âYou know itâs not only about what happened in the club room thatâs been talked about right?â Aera added.
Thatâs when Jake glances at both of them, forehead creasing, âwhat do you mean?â
âYou donât know?â Aera exhales. âHer sex life has been spreading inside the campus, guys left and right are sharing that they slept with her, they think that she slept with almost every guy in Decelis.â
âTheyâre going around calling her a hypocrite because sheâs the golden girl but she sleeps with a lot of guys. They think she doesnât deserve the title ââ
âShe got the title because she was intelligent and met its standard, why does it correlate with her sex life?â
âThatâs just how people are Jake,â Aera answered. âNo matter how intelligent or beautiful you are, the moment a scandal is linked to you â you're done.â
The guilt inside Jakeâs heart became heavier. He doesnât know that but it doesnât matter, what mattered was that it was his fault why two got involved in a rumor. And instead of assuring her just like what he had promised that night, he pushed you away â even carelessly spat words that didn't mean anything.
âI fucked up,â he whispered.Â
Yunjin raised an eyebrow, âwhat did you do?â
âI fucked up ââ Jake deeply lets out a sigh, standing up from his seat, startling his roommates. âShit, I said some things to her and ââ
"Give y/n space first, she might not be ready to talk to you.â Yunjin immediately interjected while she slowly pushes Jake down to sit on the couch once again.
âIf it eases you, we can talk to her and ask how she is doing.â Aera suggested, with Yunjin agreeing.
âPlease,â Jake breathed. âTell her Iâm sorry and ââ
âYouâre going to tell her that the next time you two meet,â Yunjin stated. âBut for now, take some rest, we know that youâre also affected by what happened.â
Jake merely nods. He could only lower his head as all he could feel was guilt, shame, and anxiety. He didnât even notice that Yunjin and Aera sat beside him, both arms wrapping around him as they lightly brushed Jakeâs back.
âIâm sorry,â Jake only apologized.Â
âWeâre not mad at you,â Yunjin insisted.
âYouâve been thinking a lot donât you? Failing?â Aera lightly asked.
âYeah, in the end, I was still scared of it,â Jake explained. âI just realized that thereâs still a hint of pride in being the golden boy.â
His roommates only nod, âbut donât ever do it again Jake. We still need to see you give the valedictorianâs speech.âÂ
âThatâs not my goal you know?â
âRight, and if it was given to you, youâll end up loving it still,â Aera argued, making the three of them laugh once again.
In the midst of the noise and chaos of todayâs event, Jake finds himself in the tranquil comfort of his roommates, thankful that he had them by his side.Â
-
Itâs been a few days since the rumor aired â and you and Jake had called it off.
A few days and yet your name still lingered inside the campus. New rumors and false information that seem to be an exaggeration. At first, you were scared to go to Decelis, knowing that all eyes will be on you. You attended class and tried to be invisible as much as possible. You skipped your organizations and went straight home immediately. You didnât want to cause more noise, knowing that your image is ruined and thereâs no point of redeeming it.Â
But today seems to be different. Jake was surprised to see you inside the club room, doing your duties as the student aidâs vice president. You had a serious look on your face as you talked to your assistant who seemed to be following your orders without any wariness.
Jake stood there for a moment before Jiwon called him out, snapping out of his thoughts as he sat beside Jiwon who immediately started her report. He lets his assistant talk but his eyes never leave yours. Wondering if he had approached you, would you push him away? Or talk to him and act like heâs just an acquaintance to you? Pretend everything about you two doesnât exist?
Itâs been a few days and you and Jake havenât talked. The last thing he knew was that you donât want to talk to him anymore. Yunjin told him that you donât want to cause him trouble and Jake wanted to tell you that itâs not your fault â itâs his. He wanted to explain everything.
But everythingâs ruined. His harsh words cut deep through you that not even a simple âsorryâ could fix it. It didnât help that youâre still being thrown off by everyone, so whatâs the point of talking to Jake? Will it fix everything? Your only wish was that the remaining weeks would be peaceful because you just canât wait to get the hell out of Decelis.
Hours passed inside the organization. The atmosphere was peaceful yet for Jake, it was suffocating with you still acting like heâs a ghost.Â
âJiwon, my teamâs report is done now, I had it sent to your email,â Jake lifts up his head to see you standing in front of their table. But your eyes werenât on him â you were talking to Jiwon like sheâs the president of the club and the one youâre directly reporting to.Â
Jiwon looks at her laptop, clicking a few buttons before glancing at you and giving you a smile, âAll clear for me, youâre leaving now?â
âYeah, I have errands to do,â you told Jiwon casually. âIâll be going now, bye-bye.â
âBye! Take care on the way home,â Jiwon smiled, and you gave the girl a smile â a small smile that Jake knows is out of decency.Â
As you exit the club room, whispers start to murmur inside. Foul words and remarks about you began to echo around the room, making him tilt his head as he turned around to look at his staff.Â
âDo you think that sheâll agree if I ask her to sleep with me?â a male sophomore snickered, and that was Jakeâs breaking point. He was about to stand up when Jiwonâs voice got to him first.Â
âWho the fuck do you think you are? Does your mom teach you manners?â Jiwon angrily said to the sophomore, creating tension inside the club room. âBefore you say anything about y/n, check the fucking mirror first, you really think sheâll sleep with that face of yours?â
The sophomore apologized immediately, but Jiwon wasnât having any of it, âsheâs still your senior, the vice president of this organization â if you canât respect her just because of a dismissed rumor, then fucking leave, we donât want shitty people here.âÂ
No one dared to reply to Jiwon. Jake could only nod as Jiwon returned to her seat, going back to her work like she didnât lecture the whole room.Â
âItâs always the ugly guys who have the audacity,â Jiwon muttered under her breath, making Jake chuckle softly.
âI just hope y/n is okay,â she added, with a concerned look on her face. âI was surprised that sheâs here today â have you talked to her?â
Jake was surprised with Jiwonâs question, âwhy would you think of that?â
âBecause youâre the president!? And I know that the rumors about you two were quickly dismissed but you shouldâve told her to lay low for a while, people still talk.â
Jake doesnât know what to say to Jiwon. How can he tell her the whole context of the mess? Itâs not that Jiwon will judge him, but itâs hard to explain everything to his friend.
So he only gave him a small smile before nodding, âIâll tell her tomorrow, you seem to be worried about her.â
âOf course! Why would I? Sheâs kind and sweet, and what she does outside the campus doesnât reflect her image inside,â Jiwon answers, and Jake wishes that you couldâve heard those words.Â
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But Jake wasnât able to get the chance to talk to you the following day because a photo of you and him circulated around the campus.Â
You heard it from a classmate of yours. Showing the photo which you only stared at for a minute. It was taken from outside. It was a bit blurry, but itâs the two of you kissing, clothes still intact, thankfully. You had your arms wrapped around his neck, fully covered by Jake who was leaning towards you.
Your heart dropped on your stomach. You wanted to cry or maybe throw your classmatesâ phone out of rage. But you returned it to her, giving her a bitter smile before putting on your earphones â deafening your surroundings, knowing that theyâll be talking behind your back.Â
It had you wondering whatâs the intention of the owner of the photo? Does it satisfy them to ruin oneâs image? Why now? When they couldâve just posted it along with the rumor a few weeks ago. Itâs like step by step, they wanted to ruin you two slowly. You donât even know if their target is you or Jake or maybe both of you.
But as you sat there, you know itâs no use confronting that person. Youâre just preparing for Mr. Choi to call you and give you a suspension for not only lying to him â but also for breaking school rules.Â
But it never happened. The whole morning passed by with ease. Classes acted like normal, you listened to your teacherâs lectures like thereâs not a photo of you circulating around.Â
During lunch time, you decided to just skip the rest of the day and go back to your home and maybe, cry all of it because even though youâve become numb from the past few days of being shamed by everyone, this one is just the cherry on top of everything that happened.Â
You know that the stare will be there the moment you exit your department building. You didnât care about them anymore, theyâve been talking about you a few days ago, this one isnât new to you at all. So you walked with your head high, not caring if they're talking about you. You know they donât see you as the golden girl anymore and honestly, you donât care about them either.
âY/n!â you stopped your tracks when you felt someone grabbing your shoulder. Turning around to see Yunjin and Aera along with her boyfriend, Jay.Â
âHey,â Yunjin was first to hug you, followed by Aera which confused you but you could only melt to their hug, grateful for the sudden comfort.Â
âAre you okay? You know what, I shouldnât have said that,â Yunjin quickly said as she broke from the hug.Â
âIâm fine, Iâm just â I donât care about what people say anymore, they donât even know the whole story,â you explained. âHowâs Jake?â
Both of them only stared at each other, and it made you raise an eyebrow.
âIs he okay?â
âJakeâs going to owe up everything,â Yunjin confessed. âHeâs talking to Mr. Choi at the moment.â
You felt your ears deafening at the sudden revelation. âWait â why!? Why would he do that? Heâll be suspended.â
âWhy do you think so y/n?â Aera smiles at you, and for a moment, you were confused by it. Then it just sinked into your mind.Â
âItâs not because of me isnât it?â you slowly asked.
His roommates only exchanged a fair share of glances. â thatâs when you knew. Your feet quickly turned around to run towards the office of the student affairs, while Yunjin and Aera watched as you disappeared in their sight. A small smile tugging both on their lips.
You were catching your breath as you reached the second floor. Turning left towards the long hallway where Mr. Choiâs office was. Sprinting towards there, your feet halted when the door swung open, revealing Jake who seemed to be at ease.Â
The two of you stood there, staring at each other. For a minute, no one said a word but Jake looked at you and then smiled.Â
âWhat did you do?â you asked, catching your breath.
âEverythingâs settled now,â Jake simply said. âThereâs nothing for you to worry about.â
âIâm not worried about myself, people are already calling me names Jake, Iâm worried about you,â you pointed out. âWhat about your reputation? Your candidacy for valedictorian?â
âAnd let you take all the blame again? Itâs fair that Iâll be punished too.â
âI donât need you to that for me Jake, I donât want to cause you trouble anymore ââ
âItâs my fault in the first place why weâre here,â Jake owns up. âItâs right that I receive disciplinary action from it.â
âNo ââ
âItâs okay, itâs fair,â he assured. âYouâre not going to be alone in this one. I wonât let you.â
At that moment, Jake slowly walked towards you who stood there frozen. You donât know why but the moment Jakeâs a step closer to you, you could only wrap your arms around him, face hiding against his chest as he embraces you warmly.
Even after everything that happened between the two of you, you feel like it felt right to be in Jakeâs touch. You missed him so damn much.Â
âIâm sorry.â you could only say.
âDonât say that, I should be the one apologizing,â Jake insisted but that only made you hide in his touch.Â
âWhat will happen to you?â
âThey only gave me warning,â Jake heaves out a breath. âTheyâre looking for the photo leaker, and they might receive a bigger punishment for taking photos without consent and ruining Decelisâ image â Mr. Choi thinks that we were just kissing inside the club room.â
Then you realized, the angle of the photo made it look like you two arenât doing something indecent, just a light makeout. You donât know if youâll be relieved hearing those words.Â
âYou okay?â he asked you, hands on your back as he lightly rubs it.Â
âYeah,â you only nod.
There should be a relief in you. Everythingâs all settled now. Jake only received a fair warning. He wasnât suspended and owned up to everything. He took the blame but you still feel anxious, you couldnât help but worry that thereâs more to come.Â
âAre you sure?â Jake asked once again.
âOf course,â you nodded once again.Â
âDo you want to get away from here?â he asked, thatâs when you look at him.Â
âCan we?â
And the only thing Jake did was grab your hand, squeezing it tightly before giving you an assuring smile.Â
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You two found yourself at the same spot. It felt different going there during the afternoon. But the gentle breeze of spring dissolves completely the afternoon sun. Jake had parked the car on the side of the road. Noise of cicadas and rustling leaves gave nothing but quiet comfort.Â
Sitting by the hood of the car, the two of you munched on the burgers that you two bought through a drive-thru. Eating in silence as no one has the courage to bring up the elephant in the room.Â
You only stared at a huge city that almost became a solace for you for the past few years that youâve been studying in Decelis. It felt vaguely weird to stare at it during the day. But you come to realise that in a few months, youâll be deciding whether to go back to your hometown and work there or maybe stay in the city, opening another opportunity for you.Â
âLooking at the city,â you mumbled quietly. âI realized that weâre just small â no, just a tiny part of a huge place. That thereâs a thousand strangers there who donât know us.âÂ
Then, it crossed your mind all the things that happened to you for the past few days. Making you bitterly laugh as you take a sip on your drink.Â
âIn the end, weâll graduate in Decelis and everything that happened will just be a memory for everyone.â you added, but thereâs a deep sigh escaping on your lips. âI know that but right now, itâs so shitty. Itâs like suddenly, my dignity is gone â I only slept with eight guys throughout college! And three of them don't even study in Decelis!âÂ
Jake didnât say a word. He only gazed at you as you munched on your burger angrily, smiling softly at your cute expression.Â
âBut you know what? Iâm just convincing myself that in the end, these people donât know me at all, and they can talk shit about me all they want, spread lies and false information, I donât care about it anymore. At least I donât badmouth other people the moment gossip spreads inside the campus.âÂ
Jake kept quiet. Watching you take a sip on your drink before taking a bite on your fries. Jakeâs stare remained at you for a moment. Hearing nothing but the faint beating of his heart against the breeze of the night, Jake knew that you have a lot of resentment in your heart. And he could feel nothing but guilt with it.
Even if he had owed up the rumors and only received a warning, he knows that it wasnât enough for you to forgive him. Jake looks at his half-bitten burger before glancing back at you.Â
âIâm sorry,â Jake started. âIâm sorry for causing harm to you, I shouldnât have done it. And Iâm sorry for lashing it out to you because the truth is, I was scared too.â
You remained glued to the view, but hearing that Jake was scared? That surprised you. It shocked you to hear that Jake, the person who you always considered as stoic and rational, was scared of something.Â
âI thought, I donât care about my title. That corny piece of title that only brings weight to my shoulders.â Jake spat, frustrated by the thought. âItâs not my fault that Iâm like this, and it had me wondering, what would happen if they placed the title to the wrong person? Someone who isnât who they think he is?â
Then, he lets out a bitter laugh. âWhat we did inside the club room was an impulsive idea. When we got caught, I was scared. I was afraid of disappointing people, and I realized Iâm not going to let everything Iâve done become a waste just because of an impulsive idea.â
âThen I heard from Yunjin and Aera, that you took more damage than me. They were right, the whole day there werenât any disgusting remarks about me â but you, youâre hearing worse and I pushed you away. I hurt you, I said words out of anger and told you I didn't care about you.â
âAnd I fucked up, Iâm sorry I fucked up. You donât have to accept my apology y/n but Iâm sorry, I care for you â I donât see you as my fuck buddy, youâre more than that and you know that. I just want to let you know that I didnât mean every word that Iâve said back then.âÂ
âIs that why you confessed to Mr. Choi? Because you feel guilty of what happened? Did it ease your conscience when you did it?â you argued.Â
âI did it because itâs the right thing to do,â Jake argued. âItâs my fault weâre here and Iâm going to owe up to it, I didnât do it just to clear my conscience.âÂ
You only laugh at his words, âwow, thatâs so rational of you. You really are the golden boy, you even managed to save your image. Lucky you.â
Then, quietly you glanced at him. "You owning up to the rumors doesnât change anything Jake. Iâll still be called a slut but this time with evidence, so I donât know why you went through all that trouble when the damage has been done.â
âI donât want you to get involved today, thatâs why I told Mr. Choi, it was my idea,â Jake explained. âI donât want your latin honors to be stripped away from you.â
âAnd in exchange, you let go of yours, Jake I donât need you to do that,â you protested.Â
âI know you donât need to, but I want to,â Jake insisted. âBecause you deserve it, you deserve to go up on stage and receive a medal. Youâre the golden girl and youâre going to prove those who wronged you that you deserve that title.âÂ
You didnât say a word, you only stared at Jake who only gave you a small smile. Cold wind passed by the two of you as you remained quiet because of Jakeâs words. With everything that happened, you have completely lost the title. You donât see yourself worthy of it and so does everyone.
âYou really think so?â you asked.Â
âYou deserve it more than me,â Jake genuinely said.Â
You wanted to cry, but all of your tears have dried up. So you gave him a bitter smile which made Jake stretch out his arms, and a small smile which you knew, so you scooted over him who only wrapped his arms around you. Thatâs when you felt at ease once again. Heart tired yet comforted when Jakeâs warmth touches your skin.
âYouâre more than just the golden girl y/n, youâre everything, remember that,â Jake breathes once again.Â
âItâs hard to think of it when everyone doesnât see you in that way anymore,â you let out a deep sigh.
âTheyâre just jealous of you,â Jake lightly teased, and that made you laugh.
âThatâs right, theyâre just probably jealous of me,â you lightly smiled. âIn the end, I still have the title, my GPA's still higher than them. â and Iâm just going to assume that those who talked shit most about me are virgins and guys with small dicks.â
Thatâs when Jake let out a laugh, making you laugh as you nuzzled more in his shoulders.Â
âThatâs a crazy thing to say.âÂ
âWeâll never know if itâs true or not,â you smiled. âThose guys who bragged sleeping with me, should be lucky because if Iâm so petty, I wouldâve shared a list and rated their dick and size performance.â
Jake hums, âI wonder whatâs my rate in there.â
âTen out of ten, you werenât called the golden boy for nothing,â you sarcastically replied.Â
Both of you burst into a fit of laughter. You could only feel Jakeâs cheeks pressing against your head as silence hovered the two of you. A silent truce between the two of you was made. Both knew that thereâs no point of arguing anymore since people will talk shit no matter what.Â
âDo you think, if we donât have our title, people wouldnât bat an eye on what we did?â you asked out of blue.
Jake only hums, his hand patting your shoulders in soft beats. âPeople still talk.â
For a moment, you were quiet, then a frown formed on your lips. âA lot of students did it at the loverâs garden, but I donât hear them dropping names.â
âMaybe it really has something to do with our reputation.â Jake concluded.
âI wonder what would happen if we told them the actual truth,â you blurted out.Â
âLetâs not go there, I still want to graduate.â
And a chuckle escapes your lips. âSo do I.â
âMaybe in five years or more, during homecomings. Thatâll cause a stir.â Jake laughs, making you chuckle. âIn the end, itâll be just a small memory of our college life â but hey, at least we had a core memory.â
You two fall under silence once again. Enjoying the peaceful tranquility as slowly, the sun deepened and the city slowly started to fall to its golden hour. You could never be not in awe with the view, and you were glad that Jake brought you here. An escape from everything, somewhere in the middle of a small road, you suddenly remember the first time he brought you there.
âYou know, this isnât the right timing, but do you remember that time you brought me here the first time?â That's when you separated from his touch, looking at him with an innocent look.
Jake raises an eyebrow. âWhat about it?â
âI was really down for sex that time,â you laughed. âI was curious what car sex would be like.â
For a minute, you two were quiet before Jake could only let out a soft chuckle as he said âGet inside, backseat.â
Both of you jumped out of the hood of the car. Heart racing as you open the backseat, watching Jake open the carâs engine first, turning on the air conditioner before shuffling towards the backseat.Â
Eager, you two immediately crash each otherâs lips onto another. Teeth clashing, sloppy, and breath-stealing as Jakeâs handâs grab your waist and push you to lay down, head resting on the car's window as he continues to makeout with you.Â
Hastily, you fumbled the belt of his slacks, pulling it down along with his boxers so that his cock sprang free from its strain. A soft gasp escaped his lips as you started stroking it fast and tight. You missed this. You missed his touch and the way he pounds inside you, you can already feel your core getting wet by the thought that youâll be fucked by Jake again.
The two continued making out inside the car. Tasting each other's lips like you two were starved for years, it was rush and eager. The temperature started to rise, fogging the window as you two were too lost to care if any car might pass by and witness the obscenity inside the car.Â
âTo think weâre still wearing our school uniforms,â Jake mumbled between your kisses. His hands finding its way on your blouse, unbuttoning it hastily to reveal your pink bra which hugs your breast perfectly.Â
âI guess this is the real scandal for us,â you teased before lightly grazing the tip of his cock on your clothed pussy. Soft moans escaped on each otherâs lips as Jake couldnât help but to rut against your cunt.
âI canât wait anymore ââ
âMe too, just fuck me Jake.â
Quick and hasty, Jake helped you slide down your panties until it hangs on your left ankle. One leg lifted on his shoulder while the other one was sprawled on the floor.Â
It was cramped and small but your mind was now in haze. Jake was eager as he pushed his shaft inside you, your cunt pulsing on its bulbous head, as you forget how big his dick was, making you deeply gasp. You moaned loudly when Jake began thrusting inside you that the sudden pleasure left you choking on your breath. Mouth wide as you gasp for air â until Jake instinctively wrapped his hands around your neck, making you roll your eyes in pleasure.Â
The car started creaking against the ground. Windows fogging up as your hand clasped on the windows while Jake continued pounding inside you. Bodies were starting to sweat, wetting and creasing your uniforms but the ministry didnât stop. You two wanted to make up for the lost time, the pleasure becoming too intense that only cursed words and breathy sounds escape on each otherâs lips.Â
âShit ââ Jake cursed as he raises your hips and slams his cock at a new angle, earning a whimpering moan from you. âSo good, all mine â want to make you mine.â
You gasp for air as those words haze your mind. âJake ââÂ
âYou donât know how crazy you drive me y/n, shit ââ Jake started blubbering words. Messy, word vomits as he continues pounding inside you.Â
âYou canât just say that â ugh, hngh! while railing me ââ you grabbed his tie, tugging him closer until heâs an inch close to your face. âIt's not fair!â
Jake realized the words escaped his lips, he knew it was wrong and whatever you two have is still blurry. âThen forget it ââÂ
âNo, fuck you! Is this real?â you snarled at him. âJake, tell me, is this real?â
âIâm serious,â Jake answered immediately, and your eyes only widened.Â
âJake ââ
âIâm fucking serious ââ he presses his forehead on yours, thrusts turning into slow, sensual grinding, something that made you even fell his hard cock penetrate your walls full. âAt some point, weâve broked our setup the moment you we were together but didnât fuck.â
âBut pretended like weâre nothing ââ
âAnd it kills me every damn time. You donât know how it pains me to ignore you, to not cross boundaries but fuck â I want us to be something else aside from this set-up.â
You were stunned. You never thought that Jake would confess. You know that there were a lot of times were the lines were blurred, there were moments that were too intimate to be considered as something fuck buddies would do.
And you like every bit of it. You know that emotional attachment is prohibited, itâll ruin your professional, monogamous set-up thatâs only for the sake of pleasuring each other.Â
But youâre ruined for Jake enough to not care about the rules. After everything that happened between the two of you, the least you could have was having him by your side, and it seems like the gods are in your favor because Jake is also in the same whirlwind as you are.Â
âI like you too Jake,â you confessed to him. âThe truth is I didnât want to talk to you because I was scared of my feelings. I like you enough that I donât want to cause you trouble anymore.â
âFuck â and that had me spiraling, youâre ruining me you know?â and with that, Jake plants a kiss on your lips.
âWhat happened to being rational?â
âAll gone the moment you let me fuck you,â a sharp thrust stabs your pussy, earning a moan from you as you look at Jake who only smiled at you. âAll I need is your words baby, and youâll be mine.â
âTake me Jake,â you told him. âWant to be yours.â
Jake moves his hips once again. Grabbing your other legs as he folds it onto your chest, slipping out his cock and slamming it with one sharp thrust, earning a loud moan from you.Â
He continued pounding on you harshly. The new angle hitting your sensitive spot which made you cry further in pleasure. Jake grunts as he stabs your tight, warm walls with his huge length nonstop. Pride swelling inside him as your juices started to coat his dick.Â
âFuck!â you mewled, stretching out the word as you felt your stomach knotting in a pit.
âYouâre gonna cum now? Cream my cock baby, show me who owns this pussy,â Jake ordered as he continued thrusting inside you.Â
The car creaked more aggressively as you reached your orgasm, crying loudly as Jake followed after. Groaning loudly as warm cum painted your walls white. He brings down your legs after a few seconds, lightly massaging your thighs as he hovers over you and peppered your face with kisses.
âYou did good, baby,â Jake whispered to you, kissing you on the lips softly while you only whined as he pulled out from your pussy.
âWeâre not doing this ever again,â you told him, and that made him stop, surprised by your words. âItâs too cramped! Iâd rather be in bed, at least weâre comfy there.â
It took a minute for Jake to sink what you said before laughing and kissing your temples. âEver thought of trying it in the kitchen? Maybe youâll let me eat you ââ
âNot going to happen,â you gritted your teeth. âGod, were still acting like weâre fuck buddies.â
âAt least we can finally act as lovers now,â Jake teasingly said before hovering you once again for a deep kiss. Full of love and yearning for you.Â
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Epilogue.
The huge convention hall was filled with thousands of graduating students. Wearing their best formal dresses and suits, the atmosphere was lively and bolstering with noise and excitement.Â
It was the annual graduation night. The opening for the universityâs graduation season. Every graduating student was invited to celebrate the end of their college life â and the beginning of another chapter in their life. It was their last night to socialize and meet new people.Â
You entered the hall clad in a long maroon dress that gives your body a silhouette along with a pearl set from your mother. But that wasnât the reason all heads turned to you.
Next to you was Jake, heavenly to look at with his black button-up, sleeves folded revealing his strong arms, right hand holding your left hand. He stood there proud with his clean brush-up hair, suiting his sharp godlike face along with his black-rimmed glasses.Â
After you two decided to be together, your relationship remained a secret since you two donât want to add fuel to the fire even though you two donât care about each otherâs damaged reputation anymore. You two remained professional inside the campus, no glances or subtle touches, which made everyone assume that the photo is just a hoax since you and Jake kept quiet about it.Â
The rumors disappeared after a few weeks. You heard that the photo owner got suspended due to some violations. Whatever Jake negotiated with Mr. Choi worked in your favor. People still talk, but youâve learned to prioritize your peace and just let people wander.Â
Yet, you were still a petty girl inside. So you two dropped the bomb during the graduation night by attending it with Jake, close like lovers and it made everyone wonder â whatâs the deal between the two of you? Were you two together because you two hold the same title? Or were the rumors actually true?
As their eyes remained at you two, you could only smile as you focused on the photographerâs words, telling you to pose like lovers which only made you smirk before resting your head on Jake who instinctively placed his hands on your waist while the two of you posed for the camera. Jake heed no attention to the strangers around, all he thinks is that tonight is a night of celebration with you and his close friends.Â
All eyes remained at you two as you walked towards your reserved table where Jakeâs close friends and roommates were seated, watching the scene unfold earlier.Â
âYou guys know how to make an entrance,â Jay teased, arms resting on Aeraâs chair whoâs smiling ear to ear. âYou guys beat Heeseung and Jiwon in stealing tonightâs attention.â
âA few months ago, you two got caught into some scandal, now you decided to attend the night together? You guys are just stirring the rumor again,â Heeseung obliviously laughed, the whole table was laughing but Jake and you only glanced at his roommates who were holding back their laugh.
âLet people wander,â you only smiled.Â
While waiting for the program to start, you only socialized within the table. Listening to their stories and jokes, you find yourself laughing at the embarrassing things they share, especially when it involves your boyfriend who only looks away with a small smile on his face. His hands rested lightly on your thigh while both your hands circled around it. Fidgeting with the rings on it, giving you a sense of comfort on it.
âJust in time, you two are here!â the two of you turned around to see Yunah, the new editor-in-chief of Decelis Publications, approaching your table. âWeâre interviewing graduating students for our post, and of course, we couldnât miss interviewing you two.â
Jake glanced at you who only smiled at the girl. âSure, we donât mind.â
You two follow Yunah at a corner where it wasnât that crowded, she explains how itâll be done, giving you two one question: whatâs the one thing that youâll miss in Decelis?
âThe student aid,â Jake answered without any hesitation. âThey helped me during my freshman year, and Iâve been with them from the start. I hope that the new set of officers will continue the act of helping each other and becoming a support system to our students.â
Yunah only smiled at them, âas expected from the president of the organization, how about you ms. y/n?â
âSame with me! Iâll miss helping students and its communal unity, the organization is a safe space and I hope it continues to do so, especially to incoming freshmen.â you explained.Â
âThatâs such a wonderful answer from both of you. Itâs no wonder that the students this year were at ease. Both of you were in charge of the organization,â Yunah shared, and that thought eases your heart.Â
âItâs not just us, but itâs the whole organization who made an effort,â Jake rebutted, and you only nodded in agreement.
Yunah only smiled as she jots down the answer. âOkay, I have a bonus question just only for the two of you. Since you two currently hold the title of the âgolden boyâ and âgolden girl,â who are you eyeing to pass the title to?â
But both you and Jake only looked at each other, a meaningful smile before glancing back at Yunah whoâs waiting for your answer.Â
âWe donât know honestly,â you laughed. âYou have to earn it, and itâs not something we can pass to someone. But to whoever will be the next after us, I hope they wear it with confidence.â
âAnd, donât let it be a weight that youâll have to carry. They gave it to you because they know you deserve it, just like what y/n said, wear it with confidence.â Jake added.
âWoah, no wonder the title was given to the two of you,â Yunah said. âThank you for the interview, but between you two and me, are you two together?â
âWeâll keep that one a secret.â you winked. Â
The program started a few minutes later. A few messages from the directors and administrators of the university, inducing a warm applause from the students. It was followed by the formal proclamation of the awards and student leaders while food was served to every table.Â
One by one, the people at your table would go up and receive their honors. You could only smile as they receive their achievements with a smile. Soon, the table was filled with certificates and glass trophies.
âAnd for this yearâs batch valedictorian,â the director announced. You only looked at Jake as your hands found his, fingers intertwining as a strangerâs name was called by the director. A pity smile was all you can give but Jake squeezes your hands.Â
âItâs okay,â Jake smiled, knowing that it wasnât his goal. âIâm still the valedictorian of the engineering department.â
You only laughed at his comment, watching him tug your clasped hands near his heart. âPlus, you're mine now, and I think that's a bigger win than being the batchâs valedictorian.â
A smile and blush on your face was all he could see before you looked away. âI hate you and your flowery words Jake Sim.â
âI love you too,â he whispered to your ears, making you smile before stealing a kiss on his cheeks, taking it as an opportunity to rest your head on his shoulder. Feeling at ease as you listen to the studentâs speech.
âHey, do you wanna know when I knew that I had fallen for you?â Jake asked out of blue.Â
You hummed for a second, curiosity killing you. âShoot.â
âIt was when I saw you talking to Yunjin and Aera by the dining table,â Jake answered. âI remembered how you said your friends arenât around, and seeing you laughing with them, I donât know, it feels like you fit with them.â
You felt your heart swelling with joy as you looked up at Jake who only had his boyish smile.Â
âJake, that was so sweet â I canât believe you would think of that,â you smiled, eyes gleaming bright as your free hand found its way to Jakeâs nape, brushing his hair delicately. âWanna know mine?â
âGo on,â he grins.Â
âWhen we had sex at the club room,â you straightforwardly said, watching Jakeâs eyes widen and smile turning into a thin line.Â
âKidding! It was when you didnât want to have sex with me because I was vulnerable,â you explained, the teasing smile on your face shifted into a genuine one. âIt made me realise that there are guys who still respect me even if I'm okay with it.âÂ
Jake could only scoff in disbelief before pinching your cheeks, making you whine as he grins teasingly. âSo somewhere in our setup we really broke the rules.â
âAnd Iâm glad we did,â you stated, tapping the end of his nose. âAnd Iâm kinda glad you confessed first because Iâll most likely bring my feelings for you to my grave.â
âIt was a swirl of the moment!â Jake rebutted, and it only made you laugh.
âWhat happened to âitâs proven that college couples break up after graduation?ââ you reminded.
And before he could answer, Jake steals a short kiss on your lips, surprising you as the smirk on his lips formed. âWeâll prove it wrong then.â
synopsis: youâre just trying to survive your 9-to-5 without spontaneously combusting, but your painfully attractive boss seems to think youâre flirting. every awkward smile, accidental wink, and misfired message only makes it worse. now heâs looking at you like youâve got some secret agenda. the truth? you just short-circuit around hot people. itâs not seductionâitâs social malfunction.
genre: workplace romance, crack, accidental flirting(?), some suggestive content
warnings: making out, some touching, jealous!jake, swearing, the writer has slapped all the office lingo known to her
note: sorry for the late post!! this is the last installment for the 2k event yayy! i feel like the ending is kinda rushed, i rewrote the last half so many times i kinda hate this. also i realised this is lowkey similar to the tutor!jungwon fic after writing haha. anyway i hope you enjoy reading!
word count: 4.4k
if you liked it please reblog or comment to give me your feedback! <3
2k event | previous
three days. thatâs all it had been.Â
three days of nervously memorising names, of smiling too wide at people whose roles you hadnât quite figured out yet, of laughing a little too loudly at jokes you only half understood. but you were getting there. youâd even found a few coworkers who didnât seem to mind your presenceâwho invited you to lunch, who nodded at you in the hallway like you belonged. it was progress.
and then today happened.
youâd walked into the office that morning feeling oddly optimistic. the sun was streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the coffee in your hand was still warm, and youâd actually managed to pick an outfit that didnât make you look like youâd dressed in the dark. for once, you didnât feel like an imposter.
that shouldâve been your first warning.
your hr manager, ms. cho, had intercepted you before you could even reach your desk. âgood, youâre here early,â sheâd said, her tone brisk but not unkind. âletâs go introduce you to your boss nowâheâs been out of town, but heâs back today, and he wants to meet you.â
your stomach had twisted. youâd known, logically, that youâd have to meet him eventually. but youâd hoped for at least another week to settle in, to maybe practise not sounding like a complete disaster in front of someone whose opinion could dictate your future here.
ms. cho led you down a hallway that felt too long, your heels clicking against the polished floors in a rhythm that matched your racing heartbeat. the air smelled faintly of citrus cleaner and expensive cologne, the kind that lingered in elevators long after the person wearing it had stepped out. your fingers fidgeted with the hem of your blazer, your mouth dry as you mentally rehearsed your greeting. nice to meet you, sir. looking forward to working with you, sir. please donât think iâm incompetent, sir.
then the door opened, and all those carefully prepared words dissolved into static.
because jake sim wasâ
well.
he wasnât just your boss. he was a vision.
he stood near the window, the morning light catching the sharp lines of his profile, one hand tucked casually into his pocket like heâd been waiting for you without a single ounce of impatience. his suit was immaculate, the fabric draping over his shoulders in a way that made it clear it cost more than your rent. his hair was styled just so, not a strand out of place, and when he turned to look at you, his lips curled into a charming smile that showcased his quiet confidence.
your felt like you had been submerged into thick viscous honey, your brain too muddled to function.
âah,â he said in an unfairly smooth and deep voice. âyou must be the new hire.â
your mouth opened, but nothing came out.
this wasnât happening. you were a professional. youâd practised this. youâd literally rehearsed in the mirror last night.
so why were your palms sweating? why was your pulse hammering in your throat like youâd just sprinted up a flight of stairs?
ânice toânice, sir. i mean. meet. you.â
the second the words left your mouth, you wanted to claw them back. your voice had pitched up, cracking like you were fifteen and going through puberty all over again. your face burned, your ears hot with humiliation, and in a desperate attempt to play it off, you let out a laughâor at least, the mangled, high pitched attempt at one.
it echoed in the silence.
ms. cho coughed politely. jakeâs eyebrow lifted, slow and deliberate, his smirk deepening like heâd just discovered something fascinating.
you were going to die.
in your panic, you took a step backâonly for your heel to catch on the edge of a decorative potted plant. your arms pinwheeled, your balance teetering dangerously, and for one horrifying second, you were certain you were about to crash directly into the very expensive looking side table beside you.
somehow, you didnât. but the damage was done.
jakeâs gaze flickered from your flailing limbs back to your face, his expression shifting into something dangerously close to amusement. like you were the most entertaining thing heâd seen all week.
oh god.
you wanted to vanish. you wanted to teleport directly into the nearest trash chute. you wanted to go back in time and never apply for this job.
you see, you had a problem.
a big, humiliating, soul crushing problem that no amount of deep breathing or positive affirmations could fix. it wasn't that you were incompetentâfar from it. you'd graduated top of your class, aced every interview, and somehow landed this prestigious position through sheer skill and determination as your first job. no, your problem was far more specific, far more devastating in its simplicity:
you malfunctioned around attractive people.
and not just the casual, oh-they're-nice-looking kind of attractive. no, you short circuited around the kind of devastatingly gorgeous humans who moved through the world like they'd never once doubted their place in it. the kind who could reduce you to a stuttering, blushing mess with nothing more than a glance.
and jake sim?
jake sim was the human embodiment of your downfall.
when hr informed you that you'd been reassigned as his junior assistant, your first reaction had been to laughâa high, slightly hysterical sound that made the hr manager eye you with concern.Â
"this is a great opportunity for you to learn," she'd said, her tone suggesting she didn't understand why you looked like you were about to pass out.
you'd nodded mechanically, your mind already racing through every possible disaster scenario. daily interactions. emails that required actual coherence. eye contact.Â
how were you supposed to maintain eye contact when looking at him for too long made your palms sweat and your thoughts scatter like startled birds?
the first week was a special kind of torture.
you arrived early every morning, rehearsing conversations in your head like an actor preparing for a role. you studied his schedule like it was a sacred text, memorising every meeting, every deadline, every detail that might give you even the slightest edge in appearing competent. you told yourself you could do this. you were a professional. you'd worked too hard to let something as trivial as a pretty face unravel you.
but then he'd walk into the room, all sharp suits and effortless confidence, and your carefully constructed composure would crumble like a sandcastle at high tide.
like today.
you'd been reviewing project updates at your desk, your notes meticulously organised, your thoughts clear and focused. you were prepared. you were ready. and thenâ
"did you get those figures from marketing?"
his voice, smooth and deep, came from directly behind you, closer than you'd expected. you could smell the faint, expensive scent of his cologneâsomething warm and subtly spicy that made your stomach do a slow, treacherous flip. your fingers froze over the keyboard.
you'd meant to say, "i'll get you those files right away." but what came out was:
"i'll get you anything."
the second the words left your mouth, time seemed to slow. your brain, in its panic, replayed the sentence on a loop, each repetition more horrifying than the last. your pulse pounded in your ears, a frantic drumbeat of oh god oh god oh god.
you tried to laugh it off, but the sound that escaped was less a laugh and more a strangled wheeze, the kind of noise that made people edge away slowly. the silence that followed was thick enough to choke on.
jake didn't move. when you finally dared to glance up, his expression was unreadableâjust the slight tilt of his head, the faintest arch of one eyebrow. then, slowly, his mouth curved into something that wasn't quite a smile.
"that's a dangerous thing to offer," he said, his voice low and far too amused.
before you could even attempt to salvage the wreckage of your dignity, he was walking away, leaving you sitting there with your face burning, your hands clenched into fists in your lap.
you wanted to disappear. you wanted to rewind the last thirty seconds and try again. you wanted to march into hr and demand a transfer to a department where you'd never have to speak to another human being againâpreferably one located in a remote, soundproof bunker.
but instead, you took a shaky breath, straightened your shoulders, and opened the marketing files with exaggerated focus. you could do this. you would do this.
even if it killed you.
the office whispers started innocently enough. a stifled chuckle when you dropped your pen for the third time during the monday meeting. knowing glances exchanged over cubicle walls when you developed a sudden, intense interest in your shoes every time jake entered a room. at first you thought nothing of itâuntil you overheard lisa from accounting whisper "someone's got a crush" loud enough for half the floor to hear.
today had been particularly catastrophic.
early in the morning, jake had leaned over your desk to point out a formula error, his crisp white sleeve brushing against your forearm.Â
"the pivot table in this spreadsheet needs adjusting," he'd said, his voice dipping into that low, measured tone that did something inexplicable to your breathing patterns.Â
and thenâgod help youâyou'd giggled. not a polite professional chuckle, but a high- pitched, borderline hysterical sound that seemed to startle both of you. jake had frozen mid sentence, his pen hovering over the document like he wasn't sure whether to correct the numbers or call hr.
"iâsorry, sorry," you'd stammered, your face burning as you desperately tried to salvage the moment, "it's justâpivot tables are soâthey're just reallyâ"Â
you'd waved your hands vaguely, as if this explained anything. jake had simply blinked, slow and deliberate like a cat observing particularly baffling prey, before continuing his explanation as if nothing had happened. which was somehow worse.
later, you'd been printing reports when jake appeared beside youâsilently, like some sort of corporate vampireâreaching across you to grab a stack of documents. his forearm brushed against yours, warm and solid through the fabric of his dress shirt, and your entire nervous system short-circuited. your breath hitched audibly, your fingers spasmed on the copier lid, and for one dizzying moment you were certain you were going to either pass out or vomit directly onto the machine's control panel.Â
from the way your coworkers suddenly found reasons to walk past the copier area, you weren't as subtle as you'd hoped.
"you know," maria from marketing had said later in the break room, stirring her coffee with exaggerated casualness, "if you wanted his attention, you're doing great." the grin she shot you was equal parts amused and merciless.
"that's notâi'm notâ" you'd sputtered, your coffee cup trembling in your hands. "i have this thing where i justâwhen people are reallyâi mean my brain justâ" your words dissolved into incoherence, which only made her smirk widen.
the worst, most embarrassing thing was the email disaster which happened at 3:17 pm on tuesday. you remembered the exact time because you'd stared at the timestamp in mute horror for a full minute after hitting send.Â
you'd meant to type "i need you to look at it" regarding the quarterly report draft. what you'd actually sent to jake's inbox read: "i need you to look at me."
your blood turned to ice. for thirty full seconds, you simply sat there, fingers hovering over the keyboard like you could somehow un-send the message through sheer force of will. your first instinct was to feign a sudden illness and flee the country. your second was to claim you'd been hacked.Â
in the end, you'd settled for sending a follow-up email with the subject line "CORRECTION" in all caps and the body simply reading "THE REPORT. I NEED YOU TO LOOK AT THE REPORT." you didn't explain further. you couldn't.
the afternoon meeting was where everything came to a head. you'd been doing remarkably wellâkeeping your gaze firmly on your notes, responding in complete sentences, even managing to contribute to the discussion without sounding like you'd suffered a recent head injury. then, as you reached for your water glass, your traitorous hand trembled just enough to send the glass tipping. water cascaded across the conference table in a shimmering wave, soaking documents, laptops, andâmost horrifyinglyâthe front of jake's perfectly tailored trousers.
the room fell silent. your pulse roared in your ears. the water droplet sliding slowly down jake's thigh was the most obscene thing you'd ever witnessed.
"iâoh godâi'm soâ" you shot to your feet, knocking your chair over in your haste. napkins appeared as if by magic from various coworkers, though none of them made a move to help, this was clearly too entertaining to interrupt.Â
"i'll justâbathroom and paper towelsâ" you managed to choke out before fleeing the scene, your heels clicking a frantic staccato against the polished floors.
as you rounded the corner, you could have sworn you heard jake murmur something under his breath. later, you'd learn from multiple "helpful" coworkers that what he'd actually said was "she's something else," in a tone that could have been exasperated or amused orâmost terrifyinglyâintrigued.Â
the office gossip mill had already spun this into at least three different romantic subplots by the time you returned with a wad of paper towels and the shattered remains of your dignity.
the worst part was that this was only tuesday. you had three more days of this to survive. as you sat at your desk later, staring blankly at your computer screen, you made a mental note to research whether it was possible to die from secondhand embarrassmentâspecifically, embarrassment generated by your own inability to function like a normal human being around your unfairly attractive boss.
things escalated in the worst possible way when jake started hovering more.
it began subtlyâa coffee cup appearing on your desk when you hadnât asked for one, the rich, bitter scent wafting up as you stared at it like it might be a trap. youâd glanced around, searching for the culprit, only to find jake already walking away, hands tucked into his pockets like he hadnât just disrupted your entire morning with an act of kindness you werenât equipped to handle.
then came the project updates. suddenly, he was asking for your input on things that werenât even under your purview, leaning against the edge of your desk while you fumbled through explanations, your throat dry under the weight of his attention.Â
and then things somehow got worse when he started leaning down towards you. not enough to be inappropriate, but enough that you could smell the faint, expensive cedar of his cologne, enough that his voice dropped into a low, private timbre that sent your pulse skittering. it felt deliberate. it felt like a test you were failing spectacularly.
like today.
youâd been caught staring. again.Â
this time during a department meeting, your gaze drifting helplessly toward where jake sat at the head of the table, his fingers steepled under his chin, the sharp line of his jaw illuminated by the too-bright conference room lights. you hadnât meant to look. or maybe you had. maybe you were a glutton for punishment, for the way your stomach swooped when his eyes flicked up and caught you, his eyebrow lifting just slightly.
"you good?" his voice was quiet, just for you, the words curling around you like smoke.
your brain short circuited. you could feel the heat creeping up your neck, your fingers tightening around your pen like it was the only thing tethering you to reality. play it cool, you begged yourself. just say something normal.
"low blood sugar," you mumbled, the lie tumbling out before you could stop it. you werenât even sure what that meant in this contextâwere you implying you were dizzy? hungry? medically compromised?âbut jake didnât call you on it. he just smirked, slow and knowing, like he could see right through you.
you shouldâve known then that youâd made a mistake.
because after that, snacks from him started appearing. protein bars tucked into your desk drawer. a banana left beside your keyboard with no explanation. once, horrifyingly, a lollipopâbright red and obscenely shinyâplaced directly on top of your morning report. youâd stared at it for a full minute, your face burning, before stuffing it into your bag like contraband.Â
you swore he watched you eat them. not obviously, not in a way you could call him out on, but in those fleeting moments when you glanced up from unwrapping a granola bar to find his gaze already on you, dark and unreadable.
it all came to a head when you thought he was out of the office.
youâd been ranting to yuna in the break room, your voice a hushed, frantic whisper as you paced in front of the microwave.Â
"he keeps looking at me like iâm trying to seduce him," you groaned, dragging your hands down your face. "iâm not. i justâi donât know how to behave around him, itâs like iâm socially defective."
yuna had opened her mouth to respondâprobably to laugh at you, the traitorâwhen a cough cut through the room.
your blood turned to ice.
jake stood in the doorway, one hand braced against the frame, his expression perfectly neutral. how long had he been there? how much had he heard? your stomach dropped straight through the floor as your brain replayed your own words in brutal, high definition clarity. socially defective. oh god.
for one endless second, no one moved. then jake tilted his headâjust slightly, like he was considering somethingâand walked away without a word.
you died a thousand deaths in that moment.
you expected things to be awkward after that. unbearable, even. but the next day, jake was... different. he smiled moreâslow, deliberate smiles that made your palms sweat. he stared longer, his gaze lingering even when you ducked your head, even when you pretended not to notice. and then, over lunchâa lunch he had invited you to, a lunch youâd agreed to out of some masochistic impulse.
he leaned back in his chair and asked, casual as anything, "what kind of guy do you like?"
you choked on your drink.
your mind raced through a dozen possible responsesâprofessional, respectful, not my bossâbefore settling on the dumbest possible answer. "alive," you croaked.
jake snorted, his lips quirking in a way that made your chest ache. "good start," he said, and something in his voice that sounded warm and interested, sent your heart into freefall.
the office that night was too quiet, the silence pressing on your ears and making them ring.Â
you'd stayed late to finish some work, the blue light of your computer screen the only thing cutting through the dark. outside, the city hummedâcar horns, distant sirens, the occasional burst of laughter from people who still had lives at this hour. your coffee had gone cold hours ago, but you kept sipping it anyway, the bitter taste matching your mood.
when the door creaked open, you didn't even look up. probably just the cleaning crew. but then you caught that scentâsomething expensive and faintly spicy, cutting through the stale office air. your fingers froze over the keyboard.
"still here?"
jake's voice was rougher than usual, tired around the edges. when you finally turned, he was leaning against your desk, two fresh coffees in hand. his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing those stupidly perfect forearms. his tie hung loose around his neck like he'd been yanking at it all day. he looked rumpled in a way that made your stomach do something complicated.
"uh. yeah." you swallowed, suddenly aware of how dry your throat was. "report."
he set one of the coffees down in front of you. the good stuff, from that place around the corner that charged way too much. "drink that before you pass out."
you wanted to say something clever. instead, your fingers fumbled with the lid, the plastic making an embarrassingly loud crack in the quiet office.Â
jake didn't leave. just sank into the chair across from you with a quiet groan, stretching his long legs out until his shoe bumped yours. you jerked back like you'd been shocked.
for a while, the only sounds were your typing and the occasional sip of coffee. except you couldn't focus, not with him sitting there watching you. your fingers kept slipping, typing "jaje" instead of "jake" before you could stop yourself. you deleted it so fast your mouse clicked echoed.
"you're staring," he said suddenly.
you choked on your coffee. "i wasn'tâ"
"you were." he leaned forward, elbows on his knees. "at my mouth, specifically."
your face burned. you had been. just for a second. because his lips were chapped from the cold outside, and he kept worrying at the bottom one with his teeth, andâ
"am i distracting you?" his voice dropped, taking on that low, teasing quality that made your pulse jump.
"no," you lied, your voice cracking.
a beat passed and then a tiny, pathetic noise escaped youâsomething between a whimper and a hiccup. you wanted to die(again).Â
jake's eyes darkened, his smirk turning predatory. he leaned in closer, close enough that you could see the faint stubble shadowing his jaw, close enough that his knee pressed against yours under the desk and stayed there.
"if i didn't know better," he murmured, his breath warm against your cheek, "i'd say you like me, sweetheart."
your brain paused all activities and all you could manage was a strangled "jakeâ" that sounded more like a plea than a protest.
he pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, his grin all sharp edges. "i'm kidding."
but the way his fingers brushed yours as he took your empty coffee cup said he absolutely wasn't.
over the past few days, something subtle had shifted between you and jake without either of you acknowledging it. the nervous stuttering that used to plague your conversations had faded into something smoother, something more natural.Â
the late night coffee incident had been weeks ago, but its ghost lingered in every interaction since. you'd noticed the shiftâhow your pulse no longer raced quite so violently when jake entered a room, how your hands remained steady when passing him files. you still noticed the way his dress shirts stretched across his shoulders when he reached for files, still caught yourself staring at his hands when he typed, but the panic those observations used to trigger had mellowed into a warm flutter low in your stomach. you could even hold his gaze for entire sentences now without feeling like your skin might catch fire. progress, you'd thought. until today.
the copy machine hummed its familiar tune as you leaned against it, listening to the new marketing associateâethan? evan?ârecount his disastrous first client meeting.Â
his animated storytelling had you laughing, the sound louder than intended in the quiet office. when his hand brushed your arm in emphasis, you didn't stiffen like you would have weeks ago. which made jake's sudden appearance and grip on your elbow all the more startling.
"conference room. now." his voice carried that particular edge you'd come to recogniseâthe one that brooked no argument.
you barely had time to mutter an apology to not-ethan before jake was steering you down the hall, his fingers burning through your blazer sleeve. the break room door clicked shut behind you with finality.Â
jake paced like a caged animal, running a hand through his perfectly styled hair until it stood in disarray.
"you and the new guy looked awfully friendly." the words came out clipped, his back turned as he pretended sudden fascination with the microwave's keypad.
you blinked. "we were just talking."
"talking." he scoffed, finally turning. the fluorescent lights caught the tension in his jaw. "is that what they're calling it now?"
the realisation dawned slowly, then all at onceâthe way jake's coffee deliveries always seemed to coincide with your conversations with others, how he'd suddenly taken interest in your lunch plans, the barely concealed irritation whenever someone lingered too long at your desk. your stomach swooped.
"wait." you stepped closer, watching his adam's apple bob as he swallowed. "are you... jealous?"
jake's laugh was humourless. "don't flatter yourself."
but his eyes, dark and stormy, betrayed him. you saw it then: the insecurity beneath the polished exterior, the fear that your newfound ease around him wasn't comfort earned through shared late nights and inside jokes, but because your attention had wandered.
the elevator ride down that evening was thick with tension. jake stood unnaturally still, his reflection in the metal doors betraying clenched fists and a ticking jaw. you watched the floor numbers descend, exhaustion weighing heavy on your shoulders.
"you think i'm playing some game," you said quietly, not quite a question.
jake's reflection met yours. "aren't you?"
the doors opened on the empty lobby. neither of you moved.
"all those blushes and stammers," he continued, voice rough. "the way you'd trip over yourself whenever i got too close. and now?" his hand shot out to stop the doors from closing. "nothing. like i've become... ordinary."
the raw vulnerability in his words stole your breath. you turned, really looking at himâthe faint shadows under his eyes, the way his tie hung slightly crooked. the man beneath the polished veneer.
"jake," you breathed, stepping closer. "you could never be ordinary."
something dangerous flashed in his eyes. "prove it."
the first kiss was all collisionâlips bruising, teeth clashing. you gasped as jake backed you into the wall, his hands finding your hips with a possessiveness that set your nerves alight.
"fuck," he growled against your mouth when your fingers tangled in his hair. "you have no idea how long i'veâ"
you cut him off with another kiss, revelling in the way his body shuddered against yours. his palms slid under your blouse, calloused fingers mapping your skin like he was committing you to memory.
"still think i was seducing you?" you managed between kisses, arching into his touch.
jake nipped at your bottom lip, drawing a whimper you'd deny later. "sweetheart," he murmured, breath hot against your skin, "you've been wrecking me since day one."
some distant part of your brain registered the security cameras, the professionalism you were shattering, the inevitable hr disaster. it was drowned out by the way jake's hands trembled as they traced your ribs, by the broken sound he made when you scraped your nails down his back.
when you finally broke apartâlips swollen, breathing raggedâjake rested his forehead against yours. his thumb traced your cheekbone with unexpected tenderness.
"we're going to get fired," you whispered, even as your fingers toyed with his belt loop.
jake's grin was all sinful promise as he stole one more kiss. "best damn termination notice i'll ever receive." (don't do this guys)
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