in which: mingi hops on a voice live first thing in the morning...
pair: idol!mingi/afab!reader
word count: 2.6k
content: smut, slightly pwp, morning sex, cockwarming, i'd call this semipublic since he's on live, unprotected sex (PLS REMEMBER TO WRAP UP IRL!), completely consensual!
rated: R | nsfw â minors do not interact
author's note: my most favorite person in the entire world @k-hotchoisan and i did another exchange fic this month bc we like killing each other w our words and y'all are unfortunately collateral damage hehe (just call us anti-heroes atp)
you can read aubs' fic here!
Usually, Mingi stayed over at your place. You didn't like sneaking into the dorms, and you always felt a little awkward spending the night there because you and Mingi get a little frisky every night you're together. Yet, you were at the dorms that morning. The night before, Mingi desperately wanted you to listen to something he was working on, and with his entire set up, there was no way he was going to be able to bring the music to you.
Luckily for Seonghwa and San, Mingi ended up serenading you to sleep that night, so they didn't have to endure a night of squeaky bedsprings and hushed moans that seeped through the thin walls. However, because you fell asleep the night before, it meant that Mingi was hot and bothered the next morning. Well, he wasn't the only one.
You woke up when he hugged you tightly to his chest, his waist and morning wood pressing into your back. You heard him let out a tiny whine into your ear before he nuzzled his nose into your neck. Even though he seemed asleep, you knew for a fact that he was awake.
"How long are you going to pretend to be asleep, Mingi?" you chuckled as you turned in his arms.
"Oh, so you knew I was awake, huh?" Mingi asked somewhat sheepishly in response.
You kissed his cheek and whispered, "Good morning."
Mingi's face broke out into a wide grin. He pressed his lips against yours and replied, "Good morning, baby."
He was being cute and lovely with you, but his hips were restless as they pressed and rolled into yours. You couldn't help but tease him by bringing your knee between his legs and brushing it against his stiff crotch, the man immediately whimpering as he felt you do so.
"How long have you been like this?"
"I don't know," he sighed. "I was hard last night, too..."
"Aw, my love... You poor thing..." You cupped his face, your thumbs brushing along his beauty marks gently as you stroked his face. Your knee continued to tease him as you asked him with a hushed voice, "Do you want me to help you take care of that, then?"
"Please," Mingi practically begged.
You moved so that he was leaning slightly awkwardly against the wall as you straddled him. You pulled off your night shorts and began grinding your barely clothed crotch against his hard-on. Mingi sighed with slight bliss as he felt you pleasure him over his sweatpants, but that wasn't enough at all. For one thing, your lips were far too far away from his, and he needed to be inside you.
His hand on the back of your head, Mingi pulled you into him, and he kissed you sloppily. His tongue quickly made its way into your mouth as his hand moved from the back of your head to your neck, his fingers pressing into the sides of your neck as he made out with you roughly. You moaned into his mouth, and you felt blood rush to your ears as he slowly deprived you of oxygen and filled you with pleasure.
As he kept you heavily focused on his plush lips, he moved his hand between your legs and rubbed your cunt briefly before diving his hand into his sweats and boxers to pull out his thick, hard cock. He finally loosened his grip on your neck and broke his lips away from yours by pushing your neck back.
Neither of you uttered a single wordâ you both moved perfectly in sync. You sat up slightly and moved your panties to the side before Mingi rubbed the tip of his penis along your folds. When his cock was placed perfectly at your entrance and both his hands moved to your thighs, you lowered yourself, his cock driving deep inside you. You couldn't help but let out a shuddering gasp as you felt his length fill you up, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched your eyes flutter with pleasure. That smirk suddenly fell off his face as he suddenly realized something.
"Shit, baby, I have to do a voice live this morning," Mingi groaned.
"Oh... Well, you should start that, then," you responded while leaving a light kiss on his lips.
Mingi bit his lower lip and sighed, his gaze narrowing as his eyes darkened. Despite how his face screamed that he craved you, you knew that he was conflicted because his hold on your thighs kept faltering.
"You know we can't be doing this while I'm on live," he whispered while brushing his lips against yours.
"You should've thought of that before slipping your cock inside me, my love."
You clenched your cunt, making the man under you groan sensually and with frustration. Honestly, he thought about foregoing the live altogether, but he knew that if he did, then Seonghwa would be on his ass to do it since he did promise that he was going to do one the day before.Â
"So, what, you're going to cockwarm me until I'm done?"
"Unless you want me to get offâ"
"Don't you fucking dare," Mingi cut you off. "Stay."
You couldn't help but smirk when you saw the frustration cross his face when you suggested not riding him. Mingi ended up reluctantly unlocking his phone and tapping on his screen a couple times before starting the live. He held his finger to his lips to shush you before the live actually started, and you nodded to confirm.
"Good morning, Atiny," Mingi spoke softly, his voice rumbling. The man was definitely wide awake, but the way that he was using his morning voice for the live entertained but also ticked you off in a way. He should only ever use that voice for you, after all.
You could see the chat blowing up with comments from the corner of your eye as Mingi held his phone near his face, but not so close that it was near yours.
"Me? What am I doing? I just woke up," he chuckled slightly. "You can't tell?"
Fuck cockwarming him. You started moving, the Mingi's breath immediately hitching. He still had one hand on your thigh, and you felt his grasp on it tighten. He looked at you with stern eyes, but that didn't stop you from ignoring his silent warning. Rather than keep still like a good girl for him, you moved your head to the side of his neck and ran the tip of your tongue along his neck muscles.
"Ugh, I have a lot to do today... I just don't want to work today..."
He was reading comments while you continued to tease him. You rolled your hips, evoking a sharp inhale from him. His inhale morphed into a chuckle when he responded to some of the jokes viewers were making in the chat.
"Ah, gotta work, gotta make that money. You're right... But I'm so comfortable in my bed..."
Mingi ended up shifting upwards so that his back was pressed more comfortably against the wall. His cock moved inside you slightly, making you have to choke back a whimper when you felt him go deeper and somehow get bigger inside you.
"Mmm, you really think I'm going to tell you what I'm working on?" Mingi teased the chat. "I'm not saying a word."
Then, Mingi did the craziest thing and handed you his phone to hold. You looked at him with wide eyes as you held his phone, allowing him to pull his shirt off and toss it aside. He was getting bolder. You didn't trust that at all.
"Ah, well, last night... Hmmm," Mingi pondered out loud as he took his phone back and read the most recent comment. He moved his hand under your shirt and began massaging your breast, his eyes flickering to you from his screen, telling you to keep quiet as he toyed with your breast. You bit your lower lip hard as his eyes returned to his phone screen. "I was working on a song."
You pressed your palms flat against Mingi's chest, your nails slowly starting to dig into his fair skin as his fingers twisted and pinched your nipple. You nearly gasped when he moved his hips upwards slowly, silently indicating to you that he wanted you to start moving.
"Are you sure?" you mouthed to him.
"I need you to fuck me, baby," he mouthed back, his lips pulling into a slight pout.
You did as he asked, the pout selling you (as if his throbbing dick inside you wasn't enough). You did your best to keep as quiet as possible, but the fact that your cunt squelched every time you bounced your ass on Mingi's cock did not help. Mingi held his phone as far away from the two of you as he could, but he didn't think that would help. What ended up working for the two of you was Mingi putting his headphones in one ear, the voice isolation definitely helping.
"Huh? It sounds different? I just put my earphones in," Mingi said as he read one of the comments.
Now that he didn't need to hold his phone, he set it down on the bed. Both of his hands moved to your ass, and he began to move you the way he wanted you to move. You completely collapsed into his chest as he rolled his waist up and pressed your ass down.
The angle was making it hard for you to control your breathing and sounds, and you were getting worried that your lips were too close to the microphone on his headphones, so you leaned backwards. You held onto Mingi's shins and bounced yourself on his cock a little faster, a moan suddenly slipping from his mouth when he suddenly thrust his hips upwards.
You looked at Mingi with complete shock and tried your best to stifle your own laugh as you saw him scramble to look at the comment section on his phone.
"What are you talking about?" Mingi immediately did damage control as he saw the chat spam with comments about his morning activities. "No, I'm waking up. I'mâ" he cut himself off while he pretended to yawn. "I'm stretching."
Mingi's eyes kept flitting from you to his phone, his eyes lingering more on you when you stopped bouncing to pull off your shirt and reveal your naked upper torso. You saw his jaw clench as you ran your hands over your breasts and fondled them while moving sporadically on his cock.
"You're evil," he mouthed as he looked at you with furrowed eyebrows and a tense jaw.
You batted your eyelashes innocently in response, making something snap within the man. You watched him quickly press the mute button before suddenly flipping you so that your chest was pressed into the bed, you ass high in the air. You didn't know how he managed to move you so quickly, and you didn't even bother pondering the thought when you felt his cock rush into you.
"It's too early in the morning for this," Mingi whined to both the chat and to you. "Should I just go back to bed?"
You heard Mingi chuckle as he, presumably, continued to read comments. He held onto your ass with one hand and tossed his phone next to you so that you could read the comments along with him as he leaned over and began fucking you a little harder. It took everything in you to keep your shit together and not make a single noise the harder you felt him thrust into you.
"What am I going to have for breakfast? I have to finish brushing first, but I was thinking about peaches," he told the chat, the emphasis on the word finish clearly for you.
You felt Mingi lightly slap your ass, making you bury your face into his sheets. You were breathing erratically at that point, and you so badly wanted to moan properly, but you couldn't knowing that he was still on live. Sure, he had his headphones in, but you didn't trust those to not pick up the high shrills of your pleasureful cries.
"What are you doing listening to my live in class? You should be focusing," Mingi lectured. "I'll actually end the live soon, so don't worry. I should be getting on with my day, too."
Mingi's voice sounded strained towards the end, and based on the quick snaps of his hips, you could tell that he was trying so hard to keep from cumming.
"I'll probably do a live later, I promise," Mingi assured the chat. "Have a good day, everyone!"
You had never seen him end his live so quickly. As soon as his phone was shut off, Mingi flipped you around and lowered himself on top of you completely. His chest rubbed against yours before his lips crashed into yours, the desperation in his entire being coming out through his kisses, his hold on you, and his thrusts into you. You moaned and cried into his mouth as he fucked you so hard into his mattress that a spring practically broke.
"F-Fuck," he stuttered. "I'm so close, babyâ Why'd you get so fucking tight?!"
Mingi was practically hysterical with the way he was fucking you as if his life depended on it. You couldn't even respond to him; he was quite literally fucking your brains out at that point. His waist was slapping against yours rapidly, and his cock was hitting your cervix repeatedly. Plus, you were so close to cumming as well, you just wanted to chase that high.
You dug your nails into Mingi's arms when he pushed your thighs up to the point where you were bent like a pretzel. He had a tight grasp on your calves that only got tighter as his thrusts slowed down but powered up. The final thread of your sanity finally snapped when he shoved his cock so deep inside you that he bulged out for a split moment.
"M-Mingiâ Fuck!" you cried and flung your head back, stars filling your vision as you squeezed your eyes shut. "I'mâ Nngh! C-Cumming!"
"Me tooâ Shitâ Ah!"
Mingi slammed his hips into yours one last time before the two of you came together. You creamed on his cock while he shot ropes of white deep into you. Mingi's low groan harmonized with your high moan as the two of you finished completely.
"Fuck, baby," Mingi whispered as he sunk his head into your neck. "That was too fucking good..."
You barely murmured in agreementâ you were too busy trying to blink the blurriness out of your eyes as you regained your sense of sanity. Mingi collapsed on the bed next to you and hugged you close to him, his cock still buried deep inside you. Once your breathing settled down, you ran your fingernail along his neck before flattening your palm on his chest.
"You still want me to cockwarm you, my love?" you asked him softly.
Mingi nuzzled his nose into your neck briefly before leaning back and nodding at you, a small smile on his face. You couldn't help but giggle at the man's response and silently agreed to stay there and let him do just that.
As the two of you laid in his bed, Mingi brushed your hair out of your face tenderly, only for his finger to nearly poke your eye out when someone started banging on the door.
"Did you seriously do a voice live while you were fucking your girlfriend?! Song Mingi, are you out of your damn mind?!"
Scenarios: Mingi and the subtle ways he shows he loves you.
Pairing: Song Mingi x Gn!Reader
Requested by Anon during my Milestone Event
Warnings: N/A
Words: ~340
Giving you his jackets when it's cold (if you are a lot smaller than him, he adores the way his clothes engulf you).
When you are walking he will hold your hand and shove it into his pocket to keep warm.
Bringing you random desserts or snacks he thinks you might like.
Always sharing his food or drinks with you.
Sending you cute or funny memes and videos throughout the day to make sure you laugh or think of him.
Has you as his phone background, and updates it to different photos a lot (because he has so many favorites).
Playlist of songs that remind him of you.
Has photo albums for each date you go on.
Matching plushies, one he always takes with him when he travels.
Cute notes he leaves around your house for you to find.
Tracing patterns into your skin as you are cuddling together.
Opening doors for you, holding things for you, cleaning up messes at your house when you are busy.
Wears a chain with a pendant or ring you got him, never takes it off.
Eventually gets you a matching one.
References you in one of or multiple of his song, and you are the only one who picks up on it.
Hooks his pink around your fingers when you are walking together.
Hair ruffles as he walks past.
Writes or draws on your hand when he is bored.
Jokes you should get one tattooed and then you can draw one on him (don't because he WILL do it)
Winks, and blowing kisses when he sees you from across the room.
Does various household chores around your house just so you don't have to worry about them.
Will make you food or prepare snacks whenever you want, or if you tell him you haven't eaten.
Put's tiny braids in your hair while you are cuddling.
Will listen to you talk for hours uninterrupted about whatever you want. Often while gazing lovingly at you (and usually not hearing some of it, but he does try).
xx
(Yunho Version)
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Not going to lieâ you were annoyed. You weren't pissed, but you were definitely annoyed. When you saw the pictures your boyfriend posted while he was away for his performance, you were shocked.
When the fuck did he cut his hair?
He looked good, but you were pressed. He usually told you these things before he did them because he was honest with you about everything, but he didn't tell you about this. Granted, a haircut is such a small, insignificant thing to be upset about, but what bothered you more was how good he looked because, dammit, he looked so fucking hot during his performance that you had to turn it off and throw your laptop across the room.
When Mingi got home, you iced him out. You really wanted to greet him warmly, but when he walked through the door, and you saw him with that hair of his, your tone came out way harsher than you intended it to be.
"Hi, Mingi," you greeted while staring at your computer screen as you remained seated on the living room couch.
""Mingi"? Is something wrong?" Mingi immediately asked.
"No, nothing," you lied straight through your teeth.
"That's a lie, and you know it," Mingi called you out. "What's wrong, baby?"
You shook your head and continued staring at your computer screen. Mingi dropped his bags by the door and immediately sat by your side. He laid his head on your shoulder and pouted, but you paid him no mind.
"Baby, I just got home from that really long flight, and you're upset with me? I don't like that you're upset... Tell me what's wrong."
With a huff, you closed your laptop and looked right at him, your heart thudding in your chest the second you laid eyes on his hair.
Fuck, he looks so goodâŠ
âWhyâd you get a haircut?â you finally managed to ask him.
âWhat?â Mingi looked completely taken aback. âYouâreâ My hair? My hair is the reason youâre upset?â
âJust answer the question.â
âBaby, you know Iâve been wanting to get my haircut for a while⊠Like, Iâve been wanting to get the undercut since MarchâŠâ
Mingi pouted and lowered his head, making you feel incredibly guilty for being upset with him. Yet, you still were; how could you not be upset when he looked like sex on a fucking stick and then flaunted his incredible looks for the entire Goddamn world to see?
âDo you really not like the haircut?â Mingi asked in a small voice. âShould I not have done it?â
âI love the haircut, baby, but you need to warn me before you do things like this because my heart will actually stop,â you cupped his face and made him look at you. âYou look so fucking hot. Itâs not fair.â
âI wanted to surprise you, though,â Mingi mumbledâ you were squishing his cheeks when you tilted his head up.
âWell, you did, but you also surprised every single Atiny in the universe. Do you actually want us to die from a heart attack? More importantly, do you want me to die from a heart attack?â
You finally let go of Mingiâs face and turned away from him when he started grinning at you. Now that he wasnât sulking, you went back to being upset with him. Also, the longer you stared at his beautiful face and his insanely hot haircut, the more uncomfortable you got. You could feel your arousal pooling in your panties, and you did want to take care of your lust, but there was no way you were going to give Mingi that satisfaction when you were still upset with him.
Before you could open up your laptop, Mingi kept his hand on it to keep it closed, his rings nearly scratching the surface of it. He took your laptop out of your hands and set it on the coffee table. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he pulled you closer to him. He rested his chin on your shoulder and brushed his nose against your ear, the air from his soft exhale flitting past your ear and sending tingles down your spine.
âIâm sorry for giving you heart palpitations, baby,â Mingi whispered, his low drawl only driving you even more insane.
He left a light kiss on the edge of your ear before leaving a trail of kisses along your jawline. Holding your chin with his fingers delicately, he turned your face to meet his, his lips pressing against yours softly, sweetly. That changed drastically when his hand cupped your face, his breathing getting heavier as he started kissing you more passionately. Your lower lip was sore as he sucked hard on it. His cool rings pressed against your hot skin when he moved his hand to your neck, making every single nerve in your body react, electricity running through your body.
The more he kissed you, the more intense he got. He leaned into you so far to the point where you were laying on the couch, your back pressing into the leather. One hand was still on your neck while the other held your thigh. He slowly ran his hand up your thigh, his knee pressing between your legs.
âLet me make it up to you, princess."
Mingi's low voice rang in your ears despite how quiet he was when he uttered the words. You couldn't help but gulp nervously before you did your best to respond confidently.
"What did you have in mind?"
Without a second to lose, Mingi moved his hands to your knees and spread your legs open. You bit your lower lip to keep from gasping when Mingi kept your legs open by kneeling between them and worked on unbuttoning your jeans. You lifted your waist as he slid them off you, and he also took your shirt off, only to see that you weren't wearing a bra.
"You're braless right now?" Mingi asked with a chuckle.
"I never wear a bra at home..."
Mingi nodded affirmatively, a smirk growing on his face. He lowered himself, his lips meeting yours gently. He trailed soft kisses down your neck, between your breasts, and along your stomach before his lips met the waistband of your panties. Rather than slip the panties off, Mingi opted to pull them to the side to reveal your wet, glistening cunt. He eagerly slurped then sucked your clit, your back immediately arching. Your toes curled and your breath got shallower as you felt and heard Mingi eat you out impatiently. His nose brushed against your clit as he pushed his tongue through your folds, the sensation making you lose your mind further.
Your hands, which were gripping your knees to keep your legs apart, moved to his hair. You ran your trembling fingers through his soft hair before tugging on his roots gently, trying to get him to ease up before you absolutely lost it. Yet, Mingi paid no mind. He slipped two of his ringed fingers into your cunt, the feeling of his bulky rings rubbing inside you nearly sending you into fits.
"Nnghâ Fuck, baby," you whispered, your voice trembling. "Slow down..."
All Mingi responded with was a chuckle. He did not slow down in the slightest. You tugged his hair every single time he did something that felt absolutely amazing, which was literally every single thing he did. Your thighs nearly closed on his head when you felt his fingers curl inside you, his fingers getting closer to rubbing against your G-spot. When he started flicking his tongue against your clit, you pushed your head back into the couch. You desperately tried to push him away as stars filled your vision, and thankfully, he did move away, but he continued fingering you. He fingered you fast and hard, his fingers rubbing against your G-spot several times until you came. Your high-pitched moan filled the living room as Mingi continued to finger you relentlessly, making sure you came fully.
You blinked your eyes back into focus after you completely finished, Mingi kneeling between your legs once more. You watched him lick his fingersâ slightly mortifying youâ before reaching into his back pocket with that hand while running his fingers through his hair to push it back and fix it after you messed it up with the other hand. You bit your lower lip again to keep yourself from saying anything because, God fucking damn, he looked so fine in that moment.
Mingi fished a condom out of his wallet and held it by the corner in between his teeth. He let out a soft sigh as he pulled his shirt off and tossed it to the side. You watched him unbuckle his pants and take them, along with his underwear, off quickly. No matter how many times you saw it, you would never get used to seeing exactly how well hung your boyfriend was. Mingi was kneeling close enough to you that you were able to reach for his cock, the man flinching slightly when he felt your touch.
"You're extra sensitive today," you pointed out while whispering.
"I can't help it. I've been so pent up.." Mingi tore open the condom packet on and rolled the condom on before leaning down so he could whisper in your ear, "And you just taste so fucking good, baby."
You felt your face heat up, your ears burning as you saw the cocky expression on his face when he sat up. He rubbed the tip of his cock along your folds, all of his concentration fixated on your cunt. He intentionally rubbed his length on your clit over and over again as he rolled his waist towards yours to do so. You wanted to tell him off for teasing you, but you didn't have to because his own patience wore thin. He held his cock and pushed it into your cunt just a little bit. You could already feel yourself getting spread open with just his cockhead, making you sharply inhale. Mingi leaned down and pressed his forehead into the crook of your neck, his own breathing rough and ragged.
"Baby, relax," he guided you softly. "I don't want to hurt you."
You exhaled slowly, Mingi immediately shoving his cock all the way inside you. You choked out a cry as you felt his length and girth already begin to ruin you, your cunt unintentionally tensing. Mingi hissed in your ear before laughing slightly, his cock remaining stationary inside you.
"You're always so tight, baby. You nearly made me cum just now."
He exhaled slowly, the air rushing past your neck, leaving goosebumps in its wake. You wrapped your legs around his slim waist and your arms around his broad back, your nails starting to press into his skin as you prepared yourself for the cursed words you were about to utter.
"Mingi, please move," you begged so quietly that you wondered if he even heard you.
He heard you alright. You heard him grunt slightly as he pulled out slowly, that grunt turning into a groan as he quickly thrust into you. You yelped and dug your nails into his back as he repeated that motion several times, the feeling of his cock rushing into you melting your brain. You mindlessly clawed at his back the more he fucked you roughly like that, your cries echoing in the living room as you got louder while he got faster. Once Mingi's cock hit your cervix, you lost it. You screamed in pleasure as you came once more that night, your cunt fluttering around his cock uncontrollably.
Mingi couldn't hold back much longer either. He pushed himself out of your embrace and held your waist tightly as he rammed his waist into yours, his grunts getting slightly higher in pitch as he neared his climax. He groaned loudly, his cock completely bottoming out as he released his load, his cock twitching inside you as he finished. Hushed profanities left his lips as he rolled his hips into yours a couple more times, cum continuing to spurt into the condom. Yet, when he pulled out, he was still hard as fuck.
"You still not done, baby?" you teased him as he pulled the condom off.
"I told you, I'm really fucking pent up," Mingi chuckled, but his eyes were dark. "I don't plan on leaving you alone at all tonight, baby."
Summary: mingi and y/n discover that you can still relight candles once the flame flickers out...even at sweaty crummy fratty parties
Warnings: 18+ smut, university!au, fratboy!Mingi, angst, comfort, inaccurate frat description probs, exes to lovers, happy end, drugs (weed), alcohol, mingi and reader are in their 20s, making out, grinding, thigh riding, swearing
Authors Note: I remembered I never posted this fic from Oct '23 so here's the last mingi fic for a while. Ngl if one half of this is better than the other it's bc the first half was written last year. This is a work of fiction, the activities involved are fictional and none of what the boys are doing is real or based on real events.
Request: none!
â« party monster - the weeknd
It wasnât her first time attending one of the boysâ parties, sheâd been going since they joined the university. It was never any different though, the same music, the same games, rarely any new faces but when youâve got alcohol in your system you never notice anyway. She completely understood why people loved the parties though, after a week of uni it was the one place for some people to escape to an entirely different world, each room had its vibe and you just gravitated to yours. Or chameleon through them all, which is what she did with her friends because they liked to make the most of a potentially messy night.
Getting into the parties was the hard part, they were picky due to their seniors mentoring. You had to be directly invited, and luckily, she was. Growing up with Yunho and Mingi wasnât so bad after all, they were the ones to thank for the inclusion, but she got on with the others just as well.
Y/n sat outside in one of the plastic garden chairs, also known as Yeosangâs smoke circle. Yeosang was serenity in human form, his personality was on the quieter side, and heâd recently dyed his hair a neon green after losing a bet but looks could be deceiving, he had a notorious streak for coming out with the most outrageous sentences and shots targeted at Wooyoung. Despite his company, she hadnât taken a drag of anything. Itâs not that y/n disliked the vibe, she very much cherished it, despite the face of thunder she donned at that moment, swirling the booze in her cup. Hand rested under chin, elbow on her knee while this girl she â and the others â had never seen before in her life complained about the noise and smell protruding from the house. The girl being oblivious to the side-eyes, and the sweet aroma of weed and suffocating fumes of cigarettes indicated that none of them were listening to anything she was rambling on about. Yeosang took a heavy drag from his joint, giving y/n a pained look.
âIf you hate it so much, fucking leave.â She spat, throwing the rest of her drink over her before walking inside, listening to the circle giggle and the girl yell out âbitch!â.
Sliding the back door open and stepping in, her senses were violently hit by the living roomâs blaring music, which she liked to call the club zone. Itâs where the speakers were located, sofas moved to the sides to create a dance floor and where youâd find Wooyoung and Mingi bouncing around in the ambient lighting. That room moved in slow motion, and very much did for y/n when she weaved her way through it to the kitchen, which was quieter, with an orange lowlight and the island littered with cups and various bottles and pleasantly, a Yunho blissfully pouring himself another cup of beer with rosy cheeks.
âHey, n/n!â he piped, taking a sip from his cup before leaning his hip against the counter, âYou okay?â
She nodded with a small smile, standing next to him, âRefilling. Threw mine over sourpuss over there.â She pointed out the kitchen window, to the girl who had moved from Yeosang to another group of people, presumably still complaining but now about the fact y/n had thrown cider over her. Yunho chuckled, it being contagious until both were releasing tipsy giggles while sipping fresh drinks. Yunho was tall, reaching over six feet and loomed over her, his eyes almost puppy-like and soft.
âNever seen her before, and neither I nor Mingi invited her, and going by Yeoâs face, he didnât.â He joked, watching the rest of the people outside.
âNah, Yeo didnât. He wanted me to get rid of her. You think San or Woo did? Joongâs definitely out of the picture, Iâve seen him actively avoid her. Speaking of, where is Joong?â
Yunho pointed to the games room, which you could just about see from the kitchen window. It was more like an old garage theyâd turned into a games room with a singular window. From where they stood, Jonghoâs figure moved past it.
âIn there with Jongho. Mr. I-wonât-drink-tonight preâd too hard and got roped into beer pong from the beginning. Jonghoâs being relentless, itâs nice seeing him have fun.â
âYeah, and fucking hilarious seeing Joong on the ropes. Thank God itâs Sunday heâll be hungover on.â
In what was supposed to be a quick refill turned into shots with Yunho and because of that decision, y/n found herself being twirled by him on the âdance floorâ. The living room was always hot, sweaty, drunk bodies bumping and grinding into each other, music so loud her ears just blocked it into a silence, and it was just her in the moment, in another headspace with whatever drink flowing in her system. Her friends were long gone, which was fine, theyâd been in that house before, they knew most of the people there and had their âif lost go hereâ areas. Besides, Yunho wouldnât let anything happen to y/n, they had a solid friendship, a siblingship at most.
Eyes bored into the back of her head, she felt the presence too well, it was too familiar. Mingi, slouched on one of the sofas with his legs spread and eyes squinting a primal gaze, watching her every move. His hands loosely sat on his thighs, as if he was giving the memo that he was not anyoneâs seat, not that he ever sat down enough for girls to drape themselves over him. But this time he sat to watch.
Yunho leant into her ear, âIâm gonna spin us, I can feel daggers into my soul right now.â And he did casually, twirling her again to switch places. Y/nâs eyes briefly fell into Mingiâs trap, a couple of seconds feeling like an eternity again when falling into his eyes. She missed it. Missed the butterflies of drowning in someone, getting lost peacefully, and having someone feel so passionate about her.
âYunho, what do I do? Heâs getting up, itâs been so long-â she stammered, eyes widening upon catching a glance of Mingi weaving through the crowd, ignoring everyone who tried taking his attention with the gaze of a predator hunting its prey. Yunho giggled, slipping away.
For a split second, she was alone, watching the room sway around her and a white noise fill her ears, body numb as the world fell into slow motion. The way he moved with his confidence, chest out and eyesight on her, no smile. Cheap disco lights doing him too much justice, the blue haze bouncing off his cheekbones, a soft glint in his eyes and sparkle bouncing off the chain that sat sound on his collarbone. Y/nâs eyes flickered his stature, up and down, from his t-shirt that wrapped snug around his chest down to his jeans that hung off his hips in a way that shouldnât have flipped her stomach the way it did. She swallowed, a thumping in her chest and head still in a slow pace until her hips were firmly gripped in large palms, hot breath in her space and his eyes softening as they caught hers. As if by default, she placed her hands on his chest â intimate but cautious and prepared to reject him â and his lips found their way to her ear.
âYou still light up the room.â His voice was deeper than the last time heâd whispered his sins in her ears. Not a nibble, not a kiss, no unasked-for contact. Just like back then. Just two bodies swaying in a rhythm in comfort.
âWere you jealous?â
ââŠmaybe. Havenât seen you in a while, thought you were avoiding me. Then I see you cosied up with my best friend, what man wouldnât be?â
âAnd why would I avoid you?â Her questions lingered in the thick air. Tingles ran through her nerves as Mingiâs thumbs traced small circles over the fabric of her shorts, his favourite denim shorts that sent him back to adolescent afternoons in the summer, where they drank cheap beer at family barbecues. One hand slid itself over the curve of her spine until it drew itself away and cupped her jaw gently, holding her like his precious treasure, like she was his again. Nuzzling into his palm, she looped one finger under his necklace, toying with it until their eyes met once again. Mingiâs breath hitched, air knocked from his lungs under the familiarity of the gesture.
âCome, I want you to myself tonight.â The rumble of his voice vibrated her fingertips, flushing heat down her body and hitting her pussy all over again. His voice was too sexy to think straight, the determination that ran through his eyes bringing back a reason why she loved him in the first place. Y/n nodded, taking his hand on her cheek into her own and letting the man guide her through the bodies and towards the staircase.
People go through phases as they grow older, but the way Mingiâs room still had his favourite music producerâs posters stuck over his walls gave his space a warmth to it. It did smell like Lynx Africa, it still seemed to have curtains drawn shut and although they sat against the headboard on unmade grey sheets, it all still screamed Mingi. Their shoes lay scattered on the floor, the music from downstairs muffled in the silence as their thighs pressed together and hands awkwardly played with their clothing.
Mingiâs eyes softly gazed down at her features, at her eyelashes she always complained about, down her nose bridge to her pouted lips heâd first kissed at her best friendâs birthday when they were sixteen.
Her breath rattled, voice deeper in the silence, âI missed you, yâknow.â His gaze remained on her face, as heâd never seen anything as beautiful since last seeing her. Y/nâs cheeks flushed, unbeknownst under the lowlight but regardless her chest swelled, like a hole inside her started patching itself together suddenly.
Y/nâs head hesitantly turned to look up at him, taken aback when her eyes met his so soon, noses barely touching. She licked her lips, âMe too. My friends talked so much shit for ages, but I had nothing bad to say about you,â she chuckled with a slight smirk, âI think they were just rooting for us deep down and hurting more than we were.â
âOh yeah? How so?â he murmured, shifting slightly to face her more, shoulder leaning on the headboard.
She shifted with him, facing him too but still with a closeness that they could hear even a whisper from each other. Her hand slid to his, her fingers tracing over his chunky rings, âWe were sixteen-seventeen. At the time we didnât even know which university we wanted to go to, we didnât know anything.â Her heart pulsed in her chest, if it werenât for the volume downstairs she was sure he would hear it. Mingiâs throat felt dry, a restless feeling in his legs as the soft touches of her fingers on his skin lit the fireworks in his stomach.
His arm wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her body into his side while she cosied up onto his chest, his hand finding home on her hip. She slipped her hand into his, intertwining their fingers. It felt wrong, so wrong to be cuddled up with an ex-boyfriend, but at the same time, the comfort of having heartbeats fall in sync spoke more words than she ever could.
âI donât regret dating you,â she whispered, taking in a whiff of his cologne and she smiled, even after all those years, he never changed. âSometimes I wish we hadnât called it off, I really liked you.â
His grip pulled her tighter into his body, âI know. I hate my younger self. You were the best girlfriend anyone couldâve asked for, so attentive and thoughtful, you were full of so much love. And I made you fucking cry, and then people wouldnât look at me and my friends got involved when they shouldnât have. And we never spoke again.â The words tumbled from his mouth and breathing became shaky. The exact scene of the moment once again replayed in his head, the exact moment he saw her eyes gloss over and her lip tremor on a Friday afternoon in mid-November when they were seventeen. Now, it was him whose eyes watered, his free hand gently holding her cheek as she relaxed into his palm. God, it felt so wrong, itâd been so long and here they were, acting as if no time had passed at all.
âMinâŠâ
âI cried that night. Cried like a baby to my mum about what I did. Iâve regretted it ever sinceâŠâ He leant in, drawing their faces closer, lips ghosting. Y/nâs tummy flipped, tongue darting to moisten her lips. His eyes flickered to her lips, her eyes boring into his, waiting for his decision. Her hand (the one not gripping his), hooked a finger around his chain roughly, pulling him close and closing the ever-long space between them. Goosebumps ran along her skin in a shockwave, the kiss finally setting his inner fireworks exploding beautiful colours within him. Slow, and sweet. But also short, they pulled back with time.
âWe were stupid,â she exhaled, his hand moved to cup the back of her neck, âcâmere.â Their lips melted into one anotherâs like putty, teeth chattering but hands finding their ways to keep the other close. Y/nâs hands balled his t-shirt into fists, Mingiâs fingers tugging the roots on her hair and pulling her body onto his lap, thighs straddling his own while their tongues lapped, and saliva leaked down the corners of their mouths. The taste of cheap alcohol wasnât enough to repulse, the raw taste of each other made up all the night they lay awake, hopelessly waiting for a goodnight text that would never arrive.
Pulling back with a string of saliva, they panted, giggling ever so slightly. Mingiâs hands fell to her thighs, tracing shapes on the bare skin while hers squeezed his shoulders, fingertips dipping into the ripples of his muscles. She yelped, his hands squeezed her thighs and lips dove straight into her neck, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses up to her ear and down to the collarbone, finger sliding the strap of her tank top off her shoulder. Despite biting her lip, a soft moan slipped from her throat, his teeth nipping ever so slightly at the skin.
âNo marks-â
â-I know, baby. Only in places you can hide them.â His voice vibrated on the column of her neck, heat pooling straight to her cunt and throbbing. Baby. Baby. That came from his mouth for her. He pulled away, opening his mouth slightly only for her to take his jaw into her palms and push him back into the headboard, slipping her tongue hard into his mouth and knocking the air from his lungs. Somewhere between a growl and a moan rumbled from his throat, hands holding a bruising grip on her hips as she made an experimental roll of her hips into his dick.
Shit.
Mingi bit her bottom lip, not hard enough for blood but enough to convey his attempt for dominance. God forbid y/n make him wither to pieces, thatâs easy defeat. She rolled her hips again, feeling his cock grow hard in his jeans. Fuck his own body for betraying him.
Drawing back ever so slightly, pressing their foreheads together with hot, tangled breaths and hazy eyes, she giggled at his expression: a lost puppy whining for affection, big, beautiful eyes all glossy.
Her body adjusted to sit on his thigh, never breaking their eye contact as her lips tugged into a smirk. Her finger traced along his jaw slowly, with a featherweight to it, to his chin until disconnected entirely to place her hand over his crotch, palming his painfully solid cock.
He threw his head back, squeezing his eyes shut and mouth threatening to let a whimper slip with every grope.
âMmm, feels nice, doesnât it?â she teased, grinding down on his thigh, the friction igniting an intoxicating sensation between her legs, âBut you did make me cry. So, I think you owe me.â She pulled her hand off him, clutching his shoulders again to swing her leg over and off him. Fumbling with the button of her shorts, y/n hooked her fingers around the waist, wiggling the item of clothing down her legs, panties with them.
âYouâre a pretty thing.â He muttered ears tinted pink and the throbbing of his cock almost becoming unbearable. She slung her leg over his thigh again, slowly lowering her cunt onto his jeans, hands firm on his broad shoulders and scrunching his t-shirt. Mingiâs hands held her hips with a soft touch, feeling the bare skin of her thighs as she rocked lazily, lulling her head back when the warm fabric caressed her clit, the attention clearing her mind. With a dark glaze coating his eyes, his lips met her neck with short, hot breaths and sloppy kisses leaving spit along her skin in their wake. âDoinâ sâwell.â
Her stomach fluttered when he flexed his thigh, her pussy dragging along his jeans and arousal leaving dark patches along the fabric. Her breathing shuddered the more she rolled her hips, moving from a slow pace to a faster one, her stomach twisted and turned at the pleasure filling her senses, Mingiâs kissing and nipping along her skin only guiding the build-up in arousal.
âMingiâŠâ she moaned, tilting her head to allow him more access.
âGod youâre so fucking hot when you say my name,â he smirked into her neck, squeezing her thighs.
âMingi, Mingi,â she whimpered his name like a mantra, feeling her core throb as she ground her hips at a sloppier pace, âMingi!â
â-cum, make a mess, y/n. Show me how I make you feel.â Gripping his jaw with her hand, she forced him to look her in the eyes and watch her whine with every rock of her hips, his chest hammering at the way her moans slipped through her lips, like a song heâd play on repeat. Never did he expect to be back with her, let alone sit on his bed, tangled in each other like nothing ever happened. Like they were still in love.
Y/n was shocked that sheâd given in to a man, let alone bask in the sensation of her pussy clenching around nothing but seeing him get so worked up over her soaking his clothes. He looked so hot with pink cheeks, frustrated at her bare cunt in front of him, one he couldnât rut his cock into.
âFuck! Iâm so close, Min.â her grip on his jaw tightened, crashing their lips, and emitting a low but desperate moan from the boy. He bounced his leg slightly, goosebumps running along her skin. He flexed his thigh again, grinning wide like he was enjoying it more than she was, when she cried out, releasing his jaw, and dropping her head into his shoulder, the coil in her stomach winding tighter until her legs trembled. His thumbs rubbed circles over her hips, helping her ride out her orgasm, relishing in having the honour of having her mess treacle over his jeans.
âSo fucking hot,â he kissed her hair, looping his arms around her waist and pulling her limp body into his chest, laying back on his bed, âdid sâwell.â Y/n hummed, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. Despite the smell of sex and sweat coaxing their skins, his cologne still allowed her muscles to relax in comfortable silence, just the sound of their panting in the room. They say that the further you are, the closer you becomeâright person, wrong time, all that. Y/n and Mingi were just that as they lay on the bed, of his ratty frat house with his friends and a collective of almost strangers below them in their romantic tragedies (or comedies). Feeling his fingers trace delicate heart patterns on her back, she smiled and placed a warm, gentle kiss on his cheek before catching his gentle gaze. A look only a man who was in love could give.
in which: your roommate and your college friend both have feelings for you.
pair: college student!san/college student!afab!reader/college student!mingyu
word count: 14.8k
content: slight angst, a lot of drama, nicknames (cutie, baby), slow burn at the beginning, smut (obvi), jealousy, competition, cat vs dog, three different smut scenes omg, slightly drunk make out sessions, oral sex, (filthy as fuck) threesome, double penetration, safe sex, completely consensual!
rated: R | nsfw â minors do not interact
author's note: thank you @k-hotchoisan for helping me with the development of this entire fic! ilysm <3 also ik this fic is long as fuck but i couldn't help myself... two of my ults in the same fic? you bet your ass i'm going to make a whole kdrama! so grab your popcorn, sit back, and enjoy this insane ride (with the slowest burn of all time)
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YOU have had so many people tell you that you should never live with your friends because it'll ruin the friendship, but you and your best friend moving in together was honestly one of the best decisions you had ever made in your entire life.
San was the perfect roommate for you. The two of you balanced each other out well, and he was always super protective of you, which was nice because if you were ever in a situation where you needed rescuing, San was right there. The greatest part was that he didn't have feelings for you.
What you didn't know was that San had some feelings for you, but he chose to ignore them.
And one of the greatest things about San was that he always stayed up late if you were out with friends. He always made sure you came home safe. After all, roommates are supposed to be there for each other, right?
"Sannie, I'm home!" your voice echoed through the apartment. After hearing the words leave your mouth, you giggled, then said out loud, "Sannie sounds like honey..."
San, who was sitting at the kitchen countertop, looked up from his laptop, then looked at the time blinking on the stove clock. Two in the morning wasn't bad at all considering how drunk you were. San got up from the barstool and made his way over to you, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched, with slight amusement, you struggle to take your strappy heels off.
"Someone had a good night," he commented, a playful smile tugging at his lips.
You went to look up at him, but you lost your balance and nearly fell over. Luckily, your roommate was there to catch you and help you keep your balance while you took off the other heel with a huge sigh of reliefâ your heels were killing you.
"I had a great night," you corrected him while stumbling through the threshold and into the living room. "Our club meeting was boring as hell, so I suggested we go to a bar and get a couple of drinks... One thing led to another, and I totally won at darts!"
"Really? You didn't take someone's eye out?" San couldn't help but snortÂ
"You underestimate me, my dear friend."
You flopped into the smack-dab-middle of the sofa, San following you shortly thereafter into the living room. He at first remained standing, only to sit when you patted the empty space next to you. You hummed softly as you brought your limbs back together and rested your head on your roommate's insanely broad shoulders while he wrapped his arm over your shoulders. It was almost second nature at that point; San was so used to you being an affectionate drunk that he automatically prepared himself for you to cuddle into him.
"You're definitely going to have a hangover tomorrow," San said softly as he rested his hand on your forehead.
"Of course I will... But you'll be here to take care of me, so I'll be fine," you murmured while closing your eyes.
San couldn't help but smile. He rested his head on top of yours and listened to the sound of your peaceful breathing, thinking you were asleep. However, you were just resting your eyes, because seconds later, you were moving your head from his shoulder. You stared blankly at your roommate, your eyes running over all of his features. San looked at you with mild concern the longer you stared.
"What? Do you need to throw up?" he asked.
"No, that's not..." you trailed off.
You lowered your gaze and noticed a stray piece of lint on his chest. You picked the lint off then smoothed out his shirt, your hand brushing along his defined chest a couple times. Mindlessly, you rested your hand on his chest. Your hands were a little too numb from the alcohol swarming your system, so you (luckily) couldn't feel San's heart rate elevating.
"Have I ever told you how pretty you are?" you asked as you began to draw lazy patterns along his chest.
"Every time you drink," San responded with a slightly annoyed sigh; he didn't like when you called him pretty. He didn't need a more masculine term or anything, but there was something about the word that icked him out.
"You're so much cuter up close... Like a cuddly bear... Or a Maine Coon..."
"A Maine Coon?"
"You're like a kitty cat, but you're so big... So you're a Maine Coon... You're my Maine Coon."
San's heart completely skipped a beat when you said he was yours. He was used to you saying things like that when you were sober, but this drunk version of those words were a little different this time around. The way you were looking at him, the softness in your voiceâ it brought the feelings he had buried for you right up to the surface.
"You definitely need to get some sleep," San chuckled awkwardly, trying to deflect whatever the hell was going on between the two of you.
"I know, I should... But I want to stay like this a little bit longer," you admitted while resting your head on his shoulder once again. "You're so soft and warm... Like a big cat."
"Really? I had no idea. It's like you didn't just say that," he replied sarcastically, making you look up at him with furrowed eyebrows and pursed lips.
"Don't make fun of me, Sannie."
"Okay, I'll stop. But seriously, I think you should go to bed now."
"Not yet. I still wanna cuddle."
Slumping his head in defeat, San let you settle into him a little more. With his free hand, he instinctively brushed your hair out of your face and tucked it behind your ear, his fingers lingering on the edge of your ear for a second too long. Subtly, he moved his hand away and rested it on the curve of your waistâ horrible idea on his partâ his fingers grazing the slightly exposed skin from your shirt riding up a little too much.
Every single movement from him made you feel even hotter than before. Your fingers and toes tingled, although you couldn't tell if it was him or the alcohol, but something definitely stirred within you. Your heart thrummed against your chest as the confidence from the alcohol started to speak for you.
"San," you whispered, lifting your head to meet his gaze.
"Yeah," he responded in the same register.
"Don't hate me for this, okay?"
San didn't even have time to question you. You brushed your lips against his with a feather light touch, your eyes fluttering open as you looked into his eyes. They were wide with shock, but they were also sparkly and beautiful. So you closed your eyes again and pressed your lips against his again and again and again, each kiss getting more intense than the last one.
San's mind went blank. His body moved on instinct. He pulled you closer and tangled his fingers in your hair as he deepened the kiss, the two of you holding onto each other for dear life because the world was spinning too fast.
You parted, breathless and slightly dizzy, but you felt great, nay, wonderful. Honestly, you were addicted, and there was nothing else you wanted to do that night but kiss San.
So you did. All night.
YOU woke up the next morning groggily and feeling like the world would explode if you did so much as breathe. Your head was throbbingâ thank you, hangoverâ and regret filled every single cell of your body because that morning, you woke up to see San sleeping in bed with you.
Nothing happened the night before. Well, other than the kissing, nothing happened, and you knew that nothing happened because for one thing, you and San were still fully clothed, and you also started sobering up while you were kissing San that night and remembered everything. You remembered the way he held your waist, the way his fingers slid up your top, the feeling you got when he stopped kissing your lips and moved to your neck, the way he made you feel so...
So wanted. So sexy.
You sat up and held your pounding head, the arm San had resting on your waist slipping out of place, making him grunt slightly. His face, so relaxed and serene before, changed when he furrowed his eyebrows and frowned slightly. His eyes fluttered open, and you immediately averted your eyes while trying to figure out how you were going to play the situation because the events of the night before were definitely going to ruin your friendship with him, and you wanted anything but that.
So you decided to play dumb.
"Morning," San's low, groggy morning voice sent tingles down your spine.
"M-Morning," you squeaked out despite clearing your throat before talking and playing the blackout card. "Uh, what are you doing here?"
"I think you invited me," he chuckled, propping himself up on his elbow. "Well, you dragged me in here, actually."
"O-Oh... I... I don't remember..."
"I figured as much."
Huh?
"You were pretty drunk and giddy... Shit, maybe I shouldn't have kissed you," San's face paled slightly when he realized the gravity of his actions.
"W-We kissed?" you badly wanted to reassure him that the kiss was consensual, that you didn't regret kissing himâ because he was an amazing kisser and you regretted ruining your friendship more than anythingâ but you still had to play fucking stupid.
"We made out... A lot."
"San, I'm so sorry," you spoke carefully to validate his actions. "I was really drunk, and you know how I get affectionate when I'm drunk, so don't feel bad. Also, I don't feel violated, so you're okay."
"You sure? Because I definitely fucked upâ"
"It's okay. I promise."
You hoped that your definitive statement would be enough for him to take and run with, and after a moment of silent contemplation, San nodded his head. He sat up and kept his head bowed, and your heart stung a little. It was like watching a guilty cat, so you couldn't help but pet his head like he was a fucking cat.
"W-What're you doing?" San asked, the man lifting his head to reveal the pink blush that had spread across his face.
"I guess I'm petting you," you couldn't help but laugh. "There, there."
"Please tell me you remember some of last night."
"W-What do you mean?"
"You called me a Maine Coon."
It took everything in you to not burst out laughing because you totally remembered saying thatâ and you stood by your word.
"I kinda remember saying that..." you admitted slowly.
You were able to laugh when San chuckled, the tension leaving your chest. You were so relieved that San was acting like his normal self, that he didn't seem bothered by the fact that you didn't remember the night before.
San was extremely bothered. He wished you remembered because, goddammit, last night was so fucking amazing, and he wished he could take your relationship a little further.
"I'm gonna go make breakfast," San announced as he got off the bed, leaving your hand midair because you were still petting him. "Do you want any?"
"No. I think I'm going to sleep until my head stops hurting, but thanks," you faked a yawn.
"Alright. Get some rest."
With that, San closed the door. You laid back down in bed and covered yourself with the duvet, guilt gnawing at you like anything. You had to lie to your roommate just to preserve your fucking friendship. You sighed deeply and sadly as you stared at the ceiling.
You ended up turning in your bed to go back to bed because you really did want to sleep the headache off. Your eyes landed on the empty space next to you then trailed over to the pillow San was sleeping on. Tentatively, you brought the pillow to your chest and buried your face in it, taking in San's natural scent.
You instantly regretted it. He smelled amazing. So amazing, in fact, that your entire body reacted to it.
"Shit," you whispered to yourself as you felt your arousal pool in your panties.
You shouldn't have done it, but you reached down in between your legs, and while you let San's scent surround you, you pleasured yourself.
No wonder people said to not live with your friends.
YOU didn't mean to avoid San for several days after the incident. You just got really busy with club activities. You were on the e-board, and since festival season was coming up, you had your hands full with a lot of the planningâ literally.
"Shit, shit, shit," you cursed as the pile of flyers in your hands started to waver out of place.
And, of course, all the flyers flew from your hands, the papers scattered on the ground in the hallway. You uttered several profanities under your breath as you started to collect all the flyers.
"Heyâ Woah, what happened here?" a familiar voice rang out behind you.
You turned around and sighed loudly, conveying your annoyance to your tall friend.
"Mingyu, help me out with these, will you?" you asked him.
Nodding, he crouched down and began helping you pick up the flyers. After you got all of them, you ended up forcing him (technically, he would've helped you regardless) to help you carry them to the club room.
"I would ask you how you dropped everything in the first place, but I get it because I've done it before," Mingyu chuckled and attempted to fill the silence between the two of you with some sort of conversation.
"I just don't understand why we can't have our own printer in our club room," you grumbled.
"At least with the print center, they'll fold the brochures, staple packets, and turn the pages into a bound booklet for us."
"...Okay fine. Then I wish our club room was closer to the print center. I still don't get why our room is at the far end of the floor."
"At least we're on the same floorâ"
"Okay! I get it! Stop justifying everything and let me complain!" you cut him off before he could explain the other side.
Mingyu laughed loudly and kept his lips zipped until you got to the club room. Hopping up on the table, he watched you organize the flyers on the tableâ he would've helped, but the organizing was definitely more of a one person job.
"Hey, I have a question for you," he started.
You hummed in response while keeping busy with your task.
"Are you okay?"
"What do you mean? Of course I am."
"No, like, you seem a little off lately."
"What are you talking about, Gyu?"
"Did something happen at home? Between you and your roommate? Because I haven't heard you talk about him for a while."
You froze. You didn't want to freeze because you didn't want Mingyu to know shit about anything between you and San and especially because you didn't want anyone knowing what happened between you and San.
"I'm right, aren't I?" Mingyu leaned towards you. "Talk to me about it."
"Everything is fine," you said after clearing your throat and resuming your organizing task.
"Yeah, right," Mingyu said sarcastically and rolled his eyes. "I thought we were friends and that you could share any of your problems with me, but I guess you don't see me as a friend..."
You knew Mingyu was intentionally trying to guilt trip you and get you to spill on the events that happened several nights before, but you weren't going to fall for his tricks. Not at all.
"Buddy," you grabbed Mingyu's cheeks with one hand. "You are my friend, but I'm not telling you shit because nothing happened. Got it?"
"Then why are you acting all suspicious? You're totally hiding something," Mingyu mumbled through his lips since you were still squeezing his cheeks.
Letting go of his cheeks, you exhaled deeply, planted both palms of your hands on the table and looked him dead in the eyes before lying your ass off. "Look, I got really drunk one night, and I said some things to him that I shouldn't have said. He said it's fine, but I still feel bad. Okay?"
"Damn, okay, you don't have to be so aggressive about it," Mingyu finally backed off.
"Sorry, but it's just been... It's been bothering me."
Everything that happened with San really was bothering the shit out of youâ you kept thinking about San in very sexual manners before going to bed every single fucking night, but there was no way in hell you were going to tell anyone that you wanted to fuck your roommate.
"You should talk about it with someone. You know I'm always here to listen," he said softly while placing a gentle hand on your shoulder.
"Thanks, Mingyu. I appreciate it."
Finally, he let the topic go, and you got back to finishing your organization project. After everything was set in place, you and Mingyu ended up leaving the club room together. The entire walk down the long hallway and to the elevators as well as the elevator ride to the building lobby consisted of Mingyu teasing you and making you laugh, your worries about San melting away.
When you exited the building, you nearly tripped over your own two feet, Mingyu catching you.
"You're clumsy as fuck, aren't you? First the flyers, now this," Mingyu teased as he got you back to your feet.
"Shut up, I'm just tired."
Still, to make sure you weren't going to fall again, Mingyu had his arm over your shoulder. Even after you reached the last stair, he still had his arm around you.
The sun was setting by the time you left the building that day, so when you looked ahead and saw a figure before you, the figure looked absolutely stunning and breathtaking surrounded by the orange and red hues of the setting sun. It wasn't until you got closer to the figure did you realize who it was.
"Sanâ" you were about to ask him what he was doing there, but you forgot that he always walked you home from campus that day because he had a class around the same time as your club meeting. "Have you been waiting long?"
"Not really," he shook his head.
You watched him open his mouth to say something, only to stop.
Why was that guy's arm over your shoulder?
"Oh, Mingyu, this is my roommate, San. San, this is Mingyu. He's the treasurer," you introduced the two to each other, suddenly realizing that this is the first time they're meeting each other.
"Nice to finally meet you," Mingyu dropped his hand from your shoulder and held it out for San to shake.
Finally?
"Nice to meet you, too," San suppressed the urge to furrow his eyebrows in confusion and instead plastered a picturesque smile onto his face.
"Alright, well, thanks for the help, Gyu," you waved to him as you left his side and walked towards San. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"Bye," Mingyu waved back. "Get home safe, you two!"
When you got to San's side, you felt him wrap his arm around your shoulder. He did that all the time, but this time around, you felt electricity jolt through your body. The last time you touched him was when you were incredibly drunk, and the touch you had been craving every single night since then was finally there, nearly sending you spiraling.
"Hey, I have a question for you," San snapped you out of your thoughts.
"Huh?"
"What did he mean when he said finally?"
"Oh, that." You felt yourself return to normal when you explained, "I talk about you all the time to the other club members."
"What?" San was a little taken aback. "What do you tell them?"
"I mean just like normal roommate things like us watching movies, or you making food for me or the other way around. Normal roommate things."
San nodded, accepting your explanation. To keep the horny thoughts away, you continued rambling about the members of the club to San on your way home, his arm eventually slipping from your shoulder. And you continued talking to him normally when you got home. He didn't bring up the fact that it had been a while since you talked, and you didn't point it out either, so everything was falling back into place.
Normalcy. Finally.
Or so you thought. You couldn't stop thinking about the way San had his arm wrapped around your shoulder, and you spent another night regretting your sinful thoughts over your roommate.
SAN didn't like Mingyu from the moment he met him. He had no reason to not like him, but there was something about the way he was with you that rubbed San the wrong way. Maybe it was because Mingyu had his arm around you so familiarly and because you never ever told him about Mingyu until the night San met him.
He also didn't like how much time you were spending with Mingyu. He knew that you had club activities, that you were preparing for the festival and that you and Mingyu would be working together a lot, but he still hated it. It wasn't like San was your boyfriend or anything, so it shouldn't have bothered him how close you were getting with Mingyu. But Mingyu would carry you home after you had one too many drinks, and seeing the way Mingyu would touch you so familiarly made his blood boil just a tiny bit.
He especially hated it because everything had changed between the two of you after the night you got drunk and kissed him. He felt like it was his fault, that he shouldn't have kissed you when you were drunk even though you reassured him that it was okay and that you didn't remember. There shouldn't have been a reason for you to be avoiding him, but that's just how it felt for him lately.
One night, Mingyu brought you home again after you went drinking with the club, irritating San slightly. You stumbled into the apartment, leaving San with the taller man at the entrance to your apartment.
"Thanks for dropping her off," San said politely but curtly, trying to get Mingyu to leave.
"Oh, will we see you at the festival tomorrow?" Mingyu asked.
"Yeah."
Honestly, San wanted to be petty and say that he might not be able to, but he didn't want to risk you overhearing and telling him that he must come and tell Mingyu that he would definitely be there. At least with a simple 'yeah', San could get out of it if he really wanted to.
"Cool. See you later, then," Mingyu said with a smile before waving and leaving.
The fake smile on San's face dropped immediately the second the door closed. With a heavy sigh, he trudged over to the living room to see you lying on the couch face up, your arms outstretched for him.
"Sannie!" you giggled. "Come here."
San couldn't help but listen to you when you called him like that. He approached the couch but remained standing, making you frown. You sat up and pursed your lips, your cutesy act making San lose his goddamn mind.
"Are you mad at me?" you asked while sulking.
"No, I'm not," San replied and shook his head.
"Then gimme a hug!"
You knelt on the couch and hugged your roommate, San's arms delaying slightly when he hugged you back. You rubbed your face into his chest before letting out a happy sigh as you rested your head on his pillow of a chest.
"You're so comfy..." you murmured. "And you're so pretty... Have I ever told you how pretty you are?"
"Every time you drink," San rolled his eyes.
You leaned away from himâ he was being short with you, and he knew that you knew that.
"Tell me what's wrong," you said as you cupped his cheek.
San grabbed your wrist lightly and moved your hand from his face. He would've entertained you a little more, but based on the developments of his relationship with you over the past couple of weeks, he was losing his patience rapidly.
"Nothing. You need to sleep," San replied.
"No, it's not nothing. Tell me."
San still refused to tell you anything. His patience completely wore out when you started chanting "tell me" over and over again to the point that he hoisted you over his shoulder, walked you to your room, dropped you on your bed, and turned off the lights before closing the door.
He wasn't going to make the mistake of indulging you while you were drunk out of your mind again.
Before he could get more than a few steps from your door, you opened it and stood in the threshold.
"San," you said, your voice wavering. "Why are you being mean to me?"
Well fuck. San never wanted to be the reason you fucking cried.
"I'm notâ I'm sorry," San apologized sincerely to you.
Even though he apologized, tears started rolling down your face. San fully panicked and hugged you before you could start sobbing. You wrapped your arms around him and hugged him back when he leaned back and cupped your face to dry your tears with his thumbs.
"Don't cry," San said softly. "You just need to sleep."
"Then don't dump me on the bed next time," you said while frowning.
San's thumb got a little too close to your eye, making you unintentionally wink at him, but the way your rosy cheek lifted slightly when you closed your eye made San's heart thump harder in his chest. Something so simple was enough to make him yearn for you even though you were right there in his arms.
"Sannie," your soft voice rang in his ear. "Can I tell you something?"
"What?"
"I know I'm tipsy, but I know that I'm not drunk enough to do anything I'll regret."
"What are you talking about?"
"I remember that night. I just didn't want to say anything to you because... I was afraid of what me kissing you would do to our friendship."
San was completely taken aback. So you were avoiding himâ not because of what he did, but because of what you did.
"...Why are you telling me this now?"
"Because I don't want you to hate me for doing this again."
You cupped his cheeks then brought his face to yours, your lips meeting his. San didn't know what to do at firstâ he did not want a repeat of what happened weeks ago, but he craved you so damn much that he needed you more than anything.
San wrapped his arms around you and carried you back into your room while still kissing you. He then laid you down on the bedâ super gently this timeâ before laying right next to you, his lips meeting yours feverishly over and over again.
YOU ran out of the apartment the next morning. Even though San was sleeping right by your side, and you should've talked things through with him, you were really fucking lateâ drinking the night before an important event was such a horrible idea. Since you couldn't talk about it just yet, you decided you would send him a text so that he would know that you wanted to.
Technically speaking, you and San did talk about it that night in between kisses, but it was more like surface level shit instead of figuring out what the relationship between the two of you was at that point and what it could look like in the future. And, just like the last time, you didn't have sex with him. You would be lying to yourself if you said you weren't bummed.
"There you are! Took you long enough," Mingyu immediately started teasing you the second you ran up to your booth at the festival.
"Why didn't you cut me off while drinking last night?" you slapped his arm. "I'm hungover as fuck..."
"As long as you don't throw up on anyone, you'll be fine."
Immediately, you and your club members got to work setting everything up for your booth, your hangover quickly subsiding as your adrenaline pumped. You were so invested in the chaos of the festival that you didn't realize you completely forgot to text San.
Thankfully, you got some downtime when the president of the club told you to take a lunch break. You quickly left the booth and went off in search of a (different) food stall to grab your lunch fromâ your club was doing a food booth, and you wanted to eat anything but that.
"Hey, wait up!" you heard Mingyu holler from behind.
"You're on lunch break too?"
"Yep. Let's eat together," Mingyu said cheerfully as he grabbed your arm and whisked you into the crowd.
It was extremely crowded when you and Mingyu got to the food stalls, and you nearly lost sight of each other a couple times. So, Mingyu held your hand, and he waded through the crowd quickly. The two of you were able to get your food so quickly, in fact, that you had time to sit and eat comfortably and get to explore the rest of the festival before returning back to your booth.
"How's your hangover now?" Mingyu asked as the two of you sat on the grass to eat your food.
"Gone, but I think we were just so busy that I got over it," you admitted while laughing.
"Good, but I got you this just in case."
From his pocket, Mingyu produced a tiny container of painkillers, and he handed you the water bottle that he purchased along with his food.
"Oh, wow! Thank you!" you said happily as you accepted the items from him.
"Don't take it nowâ you need to eat something first."
"I know, Gyu, you don't need to lecture me."
"Just making sure."
You and Mingyu smiled at each other before digging into your lunches. You talked about God knows what, and as the conversation continued, Mingyu kept finding ways to make you laugh, your heart fluttering more and more with every joke he threw your way.
"Hey, can I try some of yours? You can try mine," Mingyu said after there was a tiny lull in the conversation.
"Oh, sure."
You were going to hand him your lunch so that he could try it himself, but instead he opened his mouthâ he wanted you to feed him?
"Mingyu, just take my lunch," you said with a sigh.
"No. I want you to feed me," he refused.
"Really?"
"Come on, I got you painkillers and water. The least you could do is feed me."
"This feels like an extortion," you mumbled as you held out your fork.
Mingyu happily chomped down on the fork, the dumb smile on his face making you smile as well. While he chewed, he held out his food for you to take a bite, and you did. You did happily.
After finishing your food (and taking the God-sent painkillers), you and Mingyu still had some time to spare before you had to be back at your booth. The two of you walked alongside each other as you observed your peers booths, your hands brushing against each other every so often.
It wasn't until half way through your walk did Mingyu get frustrated with how frequently his hand brushed yours. He ended up wordlessly holding your hand as you continued through the festival. Thank God you can't feel someone's heartbeat while holding their hand, otherwise Mingyu definitely would've felt your heart racing.
"I have a question for you," Mingyu said softly.
"What is it?"
"What are you doing after the festival is over?"
Your heart nearly fell out of your chest when you realized that you completely forgot about San, that you completely forgot to text him. You bit your lower lip and responded, "Just going home..."
"Then, would it be alright if I asked you to hang out with me after the festival?"
Your mind was reeling. On one hand, you needed to talk to San about what happened, but on the other, you were having so much fun with Mingyu, and you wanted to continue the fun.
"I promise, I won't bite," Mingyu added, snapping you out of your thoughts. "Unless you want me to."
With a laugh, you shoved Mingyu away, the two of you continuing to laugh as you returned to your club's booth.
You didn't have time to think about anything after that. Your booth got insanely busy and it stayed at that level for hoursâ even after the sun completely set, your booth was packed with people. You were so busy, in fact, you didn't even realize your roommate was right in front of you until he grabbed your hand.
"Did you forget what I look like or something?" San asked jokingly.
"Oh my God, San! When did you get here?"
"I've been at the festival for a bit now. Do you have time to talk?"
Under the guise of a bathroom break, you and San went to an isolated end of the festival. You stood across from each other, the awkwardness heavy in the air. San was scratching the back of his neck while you crossed your arms over your chestâ it was a chilly night, and you didn't have a jacket.
"You ran out this morning," San finally started.
"Yeah, sorry. I was running late, and then I wanted to text you, but our booth got super busy," you explained. "You saw what it was like in there."
"Yeah, I figured you'd be busy since you were busy this week planning. Nice work on the booth, by the way."
"Thanks, we worked hard."
"I know."
The conversation lulled. You didn't know how to bring up the events of the night before, and San didn't say anything either, so the awkwardness only got heavier. The wind ended up filling your conversation, and it also sent a shiver down your spine.
"Did you not bring a jacket?" San asked as he watched you shiver and rub your arm to warm up.
"No, I ran out that quickly," you said, your teeth chattering.
With a small smile on his face, San took off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders. The warmth from his body clung to the jacket, and it ended up warming you up faster.
"Thanks, San, but won't you get cold?"
"I was planning on heading home after talking to you, anyway... I guess we didn't really talk, did we?" San realized sheepishly.
"Yeah... Not really..."
God, it was even hard for you to get the words out. Maybe you needed some liquid courage before you had the conversation with him.
 "We, uh... We can talk when you get home."
"Alright. Get home safe, San," you nodded.
The two of you waved goodbye before San left, leaving you to return to the festival. After wearing San's jacket properly, you took a couple steps forward, only to see Mingyu standing before you.
"That was a pretty long bathroom break, don't you think?" he joked.
"Yeah, sorry. How long has it been?"
"Not that long. I was just messing with you."
"Gyu!" you let out a relieved laughâ you needed that after the tension between you and San earlier. "Cut it out. Let's get back to the booth."
You and Mingyu returned to the booth, and your club wrapped up business shortly thereafter. The booth breakdown and cleaning took a lot less time than anyone expected, so as soon as everyone was done, the entire club announced that you all would be going drinking. Before you could decline the invitation, you were whisked away to the local bar near campus.
Yet again, you forgot to text San. You wanted to tell him that you'd be home late, but every time you pulled out your phone to text him, someone distracted you. Everyone was trying to get you to drink heavily, but you only needed a light buzz to help you start this conversation with San, and if you were over the top drunk, there was no way in hell you were going to be able to have a sane conversation with him.
"Hey," Mingyu prodded your arm as he saw you chewing on your lower lip nervously. "You're not drinking as much as you normally do. Is everything okay? Is it the hangover?"
"N-Noâ well, maybe... I just don't want to drink too much tonight is all," you admitted to him.
"Wow, if only you were this responsible all the time, then we wouldn't have to worry about an insanely drunk version of you."
"Shut up!"Â
You pushed Mingyu away while laughing, the man barely budging. If anything, he leaned in even closer to you and whispered in your ear, "I honestly want to get out of here. Come with me if you want to leave, too."
With that, Mingyu stood up. He turned back to look at you for a split second and held his hand for you to take, which you did. You both bid adieu to the rest of your drunken friends before leaving the bar.
As you walked into the night, Mingyu leaned closer to you and reminded you gently, "You still never told me your answer."
"To what?"
"Come hang out with me tonight. I promise I'll make it worth your time."
YOU couldn't help but notice that Mingyu had a really nice place. You were honestly a little shocked at how refined his taste was, only for him to tell you that the place came fully furnished. Even then, he was joking around with you, making you feel comfortable and welcome in his home.
You ended up sitting on his couch while he rustled through the kitchen. Wielding two glasses of water, Mingyu joined you on the couch. You took one of the glasses from him and nursed your water while Mingyu let out a groan of exhaustion, his head hitting the sofa cushion behind him.
"Thank God we're finally done," he said loudly. "That festival took everything out of me."
"Same," you agreed. "I never want to do this again!"
"You know we have to do this again next year, right?"
"Fuck!"
Mingyu laughed loudly, and his laugh was so contagious that you couldn't help but laugh as well. You set the water glass down and got a little more comfortable on his couch while turning to face him.
"You looked really cute in the apron, by the way," he commented.
"What, that old thing? Really?"
"Honestly, you could make anything cute since you yourself are very cute."
You felt heat rise to your cheeks. You looked away shylyâ even though his lines were so cheesy, you still loved the compliments, especially from him.
"I don't think you've ever called me cute before, Mingyu," you tried joking around with him. "What's gotten into you for you to say that so openly?"
"Hmm, it could be the alcohol, but I only had one beer..." he pondered. "I think I just wanted you to know. I don't think you hear it enough."
"Shut up," you giggled. "I hear it plenty."
"Are you sure? Because you're acting like you're hearing it for the first time," he teased.
"Yes, I'm sure."
"...Still, I want you to hear it. You're really cute."
"Stop it, Mingyu," you laughed.
"No, I need you to know that I think you're really cute."
Mingyu's fingersâ you didn't even realize his hand was on your thighâ started rubbing light circles through the fabric of your pants. Your entire body flushed with excitement and desire. You started leaning towards him.
"I'm literally wearing leggings and the world's rattiest shirt because I didn't want to ruin any of my nice shirts."
"I told you, you can make anything cute because you're so cute."
"Yeah? You think I'm cute?"
"Yeah, I think you're super cute."
Mingyu moved his hand from your thigh to your ear, his fingers brushing your hair away before he ran his thumb along the ridge of your ear. Your ear felt like it was on fire when he did that, and heat surged through your body when you realized he was leaning in to kiss you. You met his kiss, your lips pressing against each other softly.
You couldn't help but giggle when he left another gentle peck on your lips because he was being so gentle, so careful with you.
"God, you're so cute," Mingyu breathed out when he heard you giggle.
His lips met yours a little more passionately. You reached for the collar of his shirt and pulled him a little closer before resting your hands on the back of his neck. The kisses only got more intense when his fingers moved from your ears to your hair, one hand holding the back of your head while the other held your waist. His fingers danced along the curve of your hip, and his hand messed up your hair further the more impatient he got with his kisses. His urgency made you giggle happily yet again, making him smile against your lips.
Mingyu ended up pulling you onto his lap, your knees on either side of him as you straddled him. Your giggles finally died down, but you kept smiling the more you kissed him because he was doing all the right things. He ran his hands from your thighs to your ass, up your back, and then back down along the curve of your waist. You were wearing the ugliest shirt known to mankind, but he really made you feel so cute and attractive in that moment.
Neither of you could seem to get enough of each other. His hands were starting to hold and squeeze your thighs, ass, and waist, while his breathing started hitching every so often the more passionately you kissed him. It certainly did not help when you cupped his face and kissed him while intentionally brushing your fingers along his ear.
"Nngh," Mingyu let out the tiniest noise that normally would've made you laugh, but you wanted him so badly at that point that the noise turned you on. "I... I want you."
"Good, because I want you too."
He exhaled happily, and finally, he started taking off your clothes. He took off your jacket and tossed it aside haphazardly. When he went to take your shirt off, he accidentally hooked his fingers in one of the holes and ripped right through your shirt.
"Oh, shit, I'm so sorryâ"
"Gyu, I told you this was the rattiest shirt on Earth. I was going to throw it out anyway."
"So then you wouldn't mind if I did this..."
He grabbed your shirt at the collar, and with his sheer strength (not that he needed much of it because the shirt was seriously so worn down), he tore the shirt down the middle. You bit your lower lip, his simple action turning you on way more. He helped you get the shirt off before continuing to kiss you.
The articles of clothing came off one by one, Mingyu taking his sweet time with you because he wanted to relish every single moment. He had remained seated on the couch, and you were still straddling him. Before he could grab a condom, you got off the couch and sunk to your knees, his eyes widening. He suppressed a groan when you held his insanely massive cock, only for the groan to escape the second he felt your tongue lick the pre-cum off the tip of his cock.Â
"Mmm, fuck, yes... Just like that," Mingyu groaned when you took him into your mouth slowly.
You couldn't take all of him just yetâ you were still getting used to his size. You would go down on his cock, then resurface for air every time you got the tiniest bit further down. Mingyu was losing his mind the more you sucked his cock like that, his hands itching to run through your hair. Honestly, you wouldn't have minded if he throat fucked you, and he seemed to pick up on that when you felt him hold the back of your head.
"God, you feelâ Oh! Oh, yes, cutie... You feel so fucking amazing," Mingyu said while choking back his moans.
Mingyu calling you cutie made you want to do more for him. So, you hollowed out your cheeks and slurped, making him fling his head back into the sofa cushions and grit his teeth as his eyelids fluttered. His hold on your head got looser the more he lost his sanity, and just before he came, you stopped.
"How could you?" Mingyu gasped, his voice high from the euphoria.
"I need you inside me, Gyu," you said as you stood up. "I don't think I can wait any longer."
"Alright, cutie. C'mere," Mingyu held out one hand for you while his other hand successfully fished a condom from his wallet.
As soon as he rolled the condom on, you straddled him again. You spread your folds and held his cock to line it up with your entrance before sinking onto his cock slowly. The second he was the slightest bit inside you, you held his shoulders and gripped tightlyâ you knew he was going to stretch you out, but you still weren't prepared for his size.
"Gyu," your voice wavered. "You're so fucking big..."
"I'm sorry, cutie. Does it hurt?" he asked, the tiniest hint of worry in his voice.
"A little bit..."
"Then let me distract you."
He held your face and kissed you softly, the pain immediately melting away the more you focused on the sweetness of his kisses. When your hold on him got lighter, he guided your waist downwards, making you sink further onto his cock.
"Just like that," he whispered. "You're doing so well."
When the entirety of his huge cock was inside youâ you couldn't believe that he actually fitâ you felt like he had filled you up. You felt like you were actually stuffed with him inside you.
"Good job, cutie," Mingyu praised as he kissed your temple. "Do you think you can start moving?"
You nodded. With Mingyu's hands guiding you, you started bouncing lightly on his lap, the feeling of his cock rubbing against your walls warming you up immensely. You felt his hips roll up into yours every so often, making the sensation of him inside you all the more better. But, you were still moving a little too slowly for both you and him, which you figured out when you felt a hot sigh on your neck.
"Lean forward for me, cutie. I'm going to help you out."
You did as he said, and immediately, you started moving faster. You cried out when his hands lifted and slammed your ass, the feeling of his cock nearly reaching your cervix and the insane speed he was moving you at compared to your slower one from earlier making white flood your vision. You couldn't even warn himâ you came so fast when he sat you down on his cock just hard enough for him to actually hit your cervix. You buried your face in his neck and cried as your orgasm took control over you, your arms and thighs shaking.
You thought Mingyu was going to tease you, but instead, he flipped you onto your back and pinned you on the couch, his cock still inside you. His cock throbbed inside you, and you realized that when you clenched around his cock when you came, you nearly sent him to heaven and back with how tight you were. You were still moaning and screaming his name as he repeatedly rammed his cock into you, and you clawed at his back unknowingly as the pleasure consumed the two of you. His jaw was tense, and sweat rolled down his face and bare body as he fucked you hard. He was grunting and holding back moans as he fucked you, the sound of the couch squeezing drowning out his own little sounds.
Both hands on your waist, Mingyu fucked you wildly. You clung to his arms, your nails digging into his skin as he continued to be so rough with you. It wasn't until he hovered over you and had his hands planted firmly on either side of your head did his pace finally slow down. Your hands moved from his arms to the back of his neck, and you brought him closer to you to kiss him.
"Fuck," he gasped, cutting off your kiss. "I'mâ Shit! Fuck!"
Mingyu's head fell into the crook of your neck as he came hard, the condom inside you filling up entirely. He remained inside you as he regulated his breathing, his thick chest rubbing against your nipples as inhaled. The friction on your nipples made you moan slightly, catching Mingyu's attention immediately.
"What, do you want me to give your breasts some attention too?" he joked.
"Shut upâ Hnngh! Oh!"
Your back arched when he laid alongside you and held your breast. He twisted and toyed with your nipple, and when he finally pulled out, he lowered himself so he could suck on your now sore nipple.
"Gyu," you sighed out, the pleasure from him playing with your breasts starting to get to your head.
"Yes, cutie?"
"...Do you have another condom?"
Mingyu looked up at your flushed face, a huge grin spreading across his.
"God, you're so fucking cute! Of course I do."
"Then let's go again."
YOU woke up the next morning to see a singular text from your roommate. Usually, he would spam you to make sure you were okay, so the singular text really freaked you out.
"Gyu, I gotta get home. I totally forgot to tell my roommate I was going to spend the night here," you told the sleeping man next to you as you shook him awake.
"Cutie, this is so not cute of you," Mingyu grumbled.
"Seriously. I gotta go home."
"Then go..."
"I can'tâ you ripped my shirt last night."
Mingyu's eyes completely opened, and he laughed. He sat up and stretched while saying, "I totally forgot about that. Alright, I'll get up and give you a shirt."
And that's how you ended up wearing San's jacket and Mingyu's shirt home.
The second you got home, you walked into the apartment to see a very pissed San on the couch. When he heard you enter the living room, he stood up and walked towards you, the intensity of his actions making you take a couple steps back until your back was pressed against the wall.
"What the fuck happened to you last night?" San asked, his voice the scariest you'd ever heard it get.
"Iâ"
"You have no idea how fucking worried I was!"
At that point, you were fed up by the way San was talking to you, so you shot back, "You only sent me one text last night, and I'm sorry I missed it, but if you were so worried then you could've spammed me or called me like you normally do! Why are you being so pissy with me?!"
"I didn't want to bombard you becauseâ We still haven't talked about anything, and I didn't want to overwhelm you!" San reasoned out but still with a booming voice.
"Why?!"
"You didn't text me in the morning, let alone tell me you were leaving the apartment, you didn't text me last night after the festival ended, and you didn't even text me that you were coming home this morning! I didn't know if you were mad at me or something!"
"Well, I'm not!"
"So then why didn't you text or call?!"
You went silent. There was nothing wrong with you sleeping with Mingyu, but you felt insanely guilty regardless. You looked down at your feet and heard San exhale deeply. He did his best to calm himself down before tilting your head up to meet his gaze.
"Where were you lastâ"
San cut himself off. You looked at him with wide eyes as he peeled his jacket off you to reveal Mingyu's shirt.
"You... You weren't wearing this last night... Whose shirt is this?" San asked quietly.
"Mingyu's," you answered in a pathetic voice.
"W-Why are you wearing his shirt?"
"Because heâ I ripped mine," you quickly amended your words. "And I spent the night there..."
"Did... Uh... Did you sleep with him?"
There was no way in hell you were going to be able to lie to San.
"...Yes."
The guilt just piled on you. You didn't owe San a thing, and you weren't in a relationship with him or anything. All you did was kiss him, but the way he was looking at you made you feel like you were cheating on him or something.
"Take it off. Right now."
"Come on, San, it's just a shirtâ"
"Take. It. Off."
"Okay, geez, since it bothers you so much, then I will. Let me just go to my roomâ"
You tried to brush past him, but he stopped you before you could. He wordlessly began taking the shirt off you himselfâ when he said right now, he really meant right now.
"What the fuck, San? Why are youâ"
This time, to get you to shut up, San pulled the shirt off you and kissed you, your brain melting immediately. He held your body tightly, firmly, pressing his chest against you and you into the wall. Your fingers found the roots of his hair and tugged lightly as he made out with you so intensely that you thought your legs were going to give out.
"Sanâ Ah! Mmm, San, wait," you tried to get him to stop when you felt him grope your ass.
"What? What is it? What am I waiting for now?" San asked with slight annoyance, his thin patience ready to snap.
"I just think I should shower..." you whispered. "Before we go further..."
San let your words sink in, and after a moment of letting them process, San let you go and moved out of the way.
When you went to take your shower, you didn't know what to expect. You had never seen San act that way before with anyone, and he wasn't the type to get jealous, so seeing the jealousy in his eyes made your body tremble. Honestly, after sleeping with Mingyu the night before, you thought that maybe you shouldn't do anything with San, but considering fucking San was all you could dream about since the first time you kissed him weeks ago, you couldn't deny yourself the opportunityâ especially when it was being offered to you on a silver plate.
You emerged from the shower, and before you could even step foot in your room, you heard San pipe up from his room, "Don't bother. Come here."
Clad in your towel, you shuffled to San's room. He was sitting on the edge of his bed when you entered. You watched as his eyes scanned you from the tips of your toes to the top of your head, your body flushing with heat the more he stared at you like you were a piece of meat.
"Come. Sit here," San said while patting the space next to him after a moment of silence passed
"Can't I dry off first...?"
"I'll help you dry off. Come here."
You felt your face get hot. Maybe it was the tone he was takingâ he wasn't being curt with you like he was before, but he wasn't being his normal self either. His voice was slightly deeper, more sensual, hotter, and the glint in his eyes made you want to melt before him.
You sat down on the bed next to him, his hand immediately moving to rest on the bed and right behind you, but he had yet to touch you. He inched closer to you, and your body tensed in anticipation, but he was still not touching you, and the slower he moved, the more insane it drove you.
"Tell me something," he whispered, his breath flitting past your cheek. "Do you want to talk now or later?"
"I, um," you gulped nervously, unsure of what to do because you knew that you should talk to him, but the way he was turning you on was too much for you to bear, and you desperately wanted him.
"I need to know..."
"...Later. I need you now."
Finally, San touched you when he wrapped his hand around your neck lightly and brought you in, his lips enveloping yours almost immediately. He was kissing you hungrily, like he could eat you up, and when he pressed his fingers into your neck slightly every so often, it just added to the euphoria. You moaned into the kisses, your hands grabbing at his sweater and pulling him closer.
The towel wrapped around your body slipped when you grabbed at the man more. The second the towel fell, San's hand found your breast, and he began kneading it with his large palm. You could barely focus on kissing him when you felt his fingers rub against your nipples repeatedly, the sensation turning you on faster.
"And," San breathed out in between kisses. "You're okay with doing this?"
"San, I'm more than okay with this," you sighed out.
San pinned you down on his bed and knelt above you. You watched through hazy eyes as he stripped down to nothing. You'd seen his chest and abs plenty of times because he had a horrible habit of wandering around the apartment shirtless, but what you weren't expecting was his thick cock. At first you didn't think his cock was that long, but when he started stroking it, you stood corrected.
Leaning over to his nightstand, San grabbed a condom and tore it open before tossing it on your chest.
"Put it on for me," he instructed (rather kindly).
You sat up and placed the condom on the tip of his cock. Then, using your mouth, you rolled the condom on. San was definitely not expecting you to do that, and when he saw you do that while looking up at him with big eyes, his entire body reacted.
Grabbing your arms, San pinned you on his bed once again, his one hand holding your wrists above your head. He left wet, sloppy kisses along your neck, collarbones, and breasts while simultaneously rubbing his cock along your folds. Every time the tip of his cock rubbed against your clit, your toes curled, and your back arched, pushing your body closer to his.
"Sannie," you panted, using your nickname for him. "Stop teasing me."
"Mmm, I think you can wait," San hummed. "You made me wait all night, after all."
San was fucking punishing you by edging you, and it was driving you in-fucking-sane. You couldn't do anything with your hands because he had them trapped above your head, and your legs were stuck because his knees were trapping your legs. The only thing you could do was writhe below him, your hips rolling towards his cock and trying desperately to get him inside you.
You wanted to scream at him when he moved his cock away, but you didn't because you felt two of his thick fingers enter you rashly. He fingered you quickly and roughly, the sounds of your pussy squelching along with your erotic moans filling up the room. Tears started filling up your eyes when he curled his fingers inside you as if he was looking for your G-spot. The second he did find it, your body convulsed. You let out a choking cry as you came, your arousal covering his hand and his sheets.
"Ah, there we go," San murmured. "You feel good?"
You whimpered and nodded as you were unable to formulate words.
"I'll make you feel a whole lot better now, baby."
Baby. That was the first time that word had ever left the man's mouth in the time you knew him, and it sent your heart on a sprint. The second the word settled on you, San's cock was raring to go. He rubbed the tip against your folds one final time before pushing it through, his cock spreading you painfully wide.
"Oh, fuck! Sanâ It hurts!" you cried as you tried to free your hands from his grasp.
"Sorry, sorry," San apologized and immediately pulled out.
San finally let go of your wrists, allowing you to hold onto his forearms. He watched you visibly relax before kissing your cheek and saying, "I'm going to go again. I need you to breathe and relax for me, okay?"
You bit your lower lip and nodded. San brushed your hair out of your face and let you prepare for a second longer before placing himself at your entrance. The second you exhaled, San entered you again, and this time, it didn't hurt so bad. That being said, tears still slipped out of your eyes when you felt him fill you up slowly but surely.
"Good job, baby," he whispered and kissed the tears off your cheek.
"You're so fucking tight," San bit out. "Just like I imagined."
The way San's hips rolled into yours made you feel all sorts of ways. He was there, and he was inside you, but you felt like you couldn't get enough of him. You pulled him down and kissed him while he fucked you steadily, his tongue slipping into your mouth as you made out with him roughly. He sucked on your lower lip and tugged upwards, making your heart flutter a little more for him.
You couldn't help but feel disappointed when he pulled out, only for the slight disappointment to immediately vanish when you heard him say, "Turn around for me, baby. I want to see you on your hands and knees."
Tremblingâ you didn't realize that San's cock would completely demolish your body until you tried to moveâ you managed to get on your hands and knees. You felt San's hand grab your ass and squeeze it. The second he did, you arched your back, making the man chuckle.
"You liked that, huh?" San teased.
You for sure thought San was going to smack your ass after that, but instead, he grabbed the other cheek and did the same thing, both of his hands gripping your ass. He kneaded your ass until he himself lost his patience. He quickly shoved his cock into youâ it didn't hurt now that you were used to his sizeâ and immediately held onto your waist.
San fucking you from behind was exhilarating to say the least. The way his waist made contact with your ass, and the way he held your waist while he railed you into tomorrow made you feel so fucking good. You felt so good, in fact, that your arms gave out on you, your chest pressing into the bed while your arms laid flat alongside you.
The sudden change in angle was too much for San. He buried his cock deep inside you with one final thrust, a groan emanating from his entire being as he came. When he thrust into you that time, though, he hit your cervix, making you cum as well. You cried loudly while San moaned deeply as the two of you came together, and after the high of the orgasm wore off, he pulled out and threw the condom away while you melted into a puddle on his bed.
"Fuck," you mumbled as you laid down on his bed, San laying down in front of you. "That was amazing..."
"Yeah? Good."
He kissed your forehead before wrapping his arms around you, your face meeting his slightly sweaty chest. Being surrounded in his sweat only made you realize that, dammit, you had to shower again.
"This time, when you shower," San startedâ he read your mind somehow. "I'll join you."
"The fuck?"
"Yeah. Let's save water, baby. Let's reduce our water bill."
"Fuck off," you said with a laugh before hugging him closer.
YOU didn't get to talk to San about what the hell your relationship was. You spent the rest of that day sleeping, and the day after, the two of you had classesâ you weren't avoiding each other, but neither of you had the time to sit down and talk.
Plus, to make matters more complicated, Mingyu would flirt with you whenever he saw you. You didn't mind that he was flirting with you (because if San didn't want a relationship, then you could have one with Mingyu because you did like Mingyu too), but you felt a little weird that you were kind of leading him on.
"Hey, so, I was thinking," Mingyu leaned towards you and whispered. "After the club meeting..."
The whole club was in the club room discussing future events, and after the festival, there was an influx of members, so you and Mingyu resorted to standing on the side and leaning against the waist high cabinets. As he got closer to you, his hand slid towards your back, and he tiptoed his fingers along your spine.
"We should go back to my place."
He placed his palm flat against your back, and you nearly jumped out of your skin feeling his hot touch. Also, the fact that his lips were dangerously close to your ear made you extremely paranoid about the rest of the people in the room.
"Mingyu, can we not do this right now?" you asked through gritted teeth.
"Everyone's focused on the presentation, don't worry about it, cutie."
"Oh, then I think we should focus on the presentation, too."
You pushed Mingyu's face away, making the man chuckle and finally lean away from you. He leaned away, but his hand was still on your back, and his fingers began tracing patterns on your back. You couldn't focus on the meeting at all after that.
Before Mingyu got the chance to bring up the idea he had during the meeting, the e-board of your club announced that they all wanted to go drinkingâ how you and your club didn't have liver failure yet was beyond youâ so the two of you were dragged to happy hour.
This time, you made sure to text San before you started drinking. You told him that you'd be out with your club and that you were at a popular restaurant on campus (someone managed to convince the president to go to a place where you could also get food).
san: look up
You looked up, and sitting at the bar with a friend was your roommate. He waved at you briefly before going back to his phone.
san: lmk when you're done with dinner
san: we can head home together
You replied with the okay emoji, and he sent an emoji that made you laugh. You put your phone away happily knowing that you and San were at least okay.
"Who're you texting for you to be smiling like that?" Mingyu asked as he took the seat next to you.
"My roommate," you responded.
"Huh."
You looked over to see a slight look of displease on Mingyu's face before it suddenly vanished and got replaced by a sultry smile.
"So, after dinner tonight, why don't we go back to my place?" Mingyu picked up where you both left off.
"I don'tâ Oh..."
You were going to decline him, but when you felt his large hand cup your thigh and began rubbing it, you lost the words.
"What do you say, cutie?"
You didn't answer because you really didn't know what to say. Plus, his hand was nearing your crotch, and your brain was swimming with all of the dirty thoughts in the world, so there was no way for you to say anything coherent.
Mingyu seemed to be having the time of his life turning you on like that. He was still talking to the rest of the club members like normal and getting food and drinks while you were all sorts of hot and bothered. Your club mates thought you were getting drunk because every time they tried to talk to you, it took a while for you to respond, so they cut you off before you could even start drinking that night.
"Mingyu, please," you gasped and tried to push his hand away. "Not now."
"Alright, so later then," Mingyu finally let go of your thigh and winked at you.
Damn, he really was going to get his way, wasn't he?
Dinner was dragging on for a while, and you couldn't leave until you settled the bill, so you tried to see if you could talk to a club mate and tell them you'd pay them later, but they were so caught up in their own world that you couldn't talk to them.
Thankfully, San ended up approaching your tableâ he finished his dinner with his friend and was waiting for several minutes to see if you were done.
"Hey, you ready to go?" San asked you.
"Oh, uhâ"
"Hey, San. How are you?" Mingyu interjected and talked to your roommate.
"Mingyu! I'm fine, how are you?"
"I'm good. So, listen... I'm taking her home tonight."
You froze. The chatter from your table slowly died down as the tension between San and Mingyu rose.
"Uh, I don't think so. We both agreed that we'd walk home together," San argued.
"Huh, because I remember making plans with her to go back to my place later tonight, so..."
Before the argument could actually start, you stood up and grabbed both men's arms and called out to the club, "Hey, let me know what Gyu and I owe, okay? We're heading out! Bye!"
You dragged the two outside and stood between them so that nothing could happen. Granted, you knew they wouldn't start swinging fists at each other because they weren't the type to do that, but it didn't hurt to be safe.
"I think you need to give us some answers, cutie," Mingyu said in a low tone that sent shivers down your spine.
"Okay, when we got to the restaurant, I texted San, and he told me that he was also there, so said we should head home together, but then you started coming onto me, and... Yeah..."
"So are you saying I shouldn't have come onto you?"
"No, I'm saying Iâ"
You were about to tell Mingyu that you needed him to fuck you, but you realized that San was standing right behind you, and you didn't need to deal with his wrath either.
"Oh," Mingyu smirked. "Got it."
Yeah, you were going to have to deal with San's wrath.
"You can't be serious right nowâ" San scoffed and rolled his eyes before you covered his mouth.
"Let's just go home, okay? We can talk about it later," you started pushing San in the direction of your apartment.
"I think we should all talk about it right now," Mingyu interjected as he grabbed your shoulder.
"Gyu, I'm tiredâ"
"If you think I'm going to just let you go without an explanation, you're crazy."
Next thing you knew, you were sitting in between a very annoyed Mingyu and a very annoyed San, the two of them glaring daggers at each other.
"I can't believe you're in my apartment," San said with a frown.
"It's not just your apartment, dude. It's her apartment too," Mingyu pointed out. "Besides, I was going to get here eventually."
"What's that supposed to mean?!"
"Alright! Alright, calm down," you immediately put your hands on San's shoulders to calm him down, Mingyu eyeing you as you patted San's arms.
"Hey, remember when I asked you if anything was going on between you and your roommate a couple of weeks ago?" Mingyu asked you while poking your arm. "Did you lie to me?"
"No, I didn'tâ Nothing happenedâ"
"Nothing happened? You freaking kissed meâ"
"San, shut up," you bit out and covered his mouth with your hand before he could go further.
"So you did lie to me?" Mingyu looked like a hurt puppy dog. "I thought we were friends."
"We are! I justâ It was more complicated back then," you sighed.
"Yeah, rightâ"
"San, shut the fuck up! I'll explain," you slapped his mouth lightly.
"So what's the truth?"
"Okay, a couple of weeks ago, I was really drunkâ Don't!" you stopped San before he could say something stupid about your drinking habits. "And I kissed him, but the next morning, I lied and told him I didn't remember anything. So, when I told you, Gyu, that nothing happened between San and I, it was just a continuation of that lie."
"Oh... Okay, that's fine," Mingyu smiled and leaned back.
"Huh?"
"Well, if you lied about not remembering, it means that you didn't want to kiss him, right?"
"No, that's notâ"
"Dude, she lied about it to protect our friendship," San interrupted. "Not because she didn't want to kiss me."
"Okay, whatever you need to tell yourself, little guy."
"Excuse me?"
"Little guy. You know. 'Cuz you're short."
You buried your face in your hands when you felt San get off the couch and heard him yell, "You're just freakishly tall!"
"Which also means you're short!"
"Both of you sit the fuck down and shut the fuck up!" you ordered the two of them.
Reluctantly, they both sat down, but the heavy tension remained. It only got worse when you heard San grumble under his breath but loud enough for both you and Mingyu to hear, "She made out with me twice, asshole."
"Okay, but that means nothing to me," Mingyu scoffed. "I slept with her."
"God..." you buried your face in your hands again.
"Yeah, I know," San rolled his eyes. "You're not special."
"What?"
If only the couch could swallow you whole.
"I said you're not specialâ"
"No, hold onâ You slept with her too?" Mingyu asked in complete disbelief.
"Yeah, I did."
"Lord..." you groaned and buried your face further into your hands.
A silence swept over the apartment, and the tension got so thick, you could cut a butter knife into it. You truly thought both men were going to be done with you, think you're a slut, and tell you to get the fuck out of your own apartment. You sighed and placed your hands on your knees, and just as you were about to get up, Mingyu spoke.
"Okay, so, if that's the case... Cutie," the fact that Mingyu still called you by the nickname he gave you did not bode well for you. "Who fucked you better?"
"What?!"
"Who was better?" Mingyu asked again as if you couldn't hear him. "Me or your roommate?"
"Iâ Iâ Help," you stammered.
"She's not going to answer that because she shouldn't have to," San nearly spat at the other man.
"Oh, shut up. I know you wanna know, too."
San actually listened to Mingyu and shut upâ he did want to know.
"Who?" San asked you in a tiny voice.
"God, what the fuck, you guys?! Just stop!" you finally put your foot down and got off the couch. "Can we just... Do this later?"
"See? She doesn't want to say because she knows I'm better," Mingyu leaned towards San now that you weren't in the middle to keep them apart from each other.
"Shut the fuck up. She's trying not to hurt your feelings, asshole," San leaned forward as well, both men ready to attack each other (although, to you, it looked like a cat and a dog fighting).
"Stop!" you pushed both men from each other again and sat between them once more. "Stop fightingâ"
"Then tell us who is better."
"Iâ I don'tâ Ugh! Look, I don't remember, okay?" you said with a huff of frustration. "I don't know who is better, so just drop it."
Surprisingly, they dropped itâ at least you thought they did. They moved closer to you, one man wrapping his arm around your waist, the other grabbing your arm and thigh, sandwiching you between them.
"Then, we'll just have to fuck you again."
"And you can tell us who's better after."
Before you even had time to process what either of them were saying, Mingyu grabbed your face and started kissing you. Refusing to lose, San took a different route. He sank off the couch and knelt in front of you. He held your knees and opened your legs up before rubbing circles on your clothed clit with his thumb. You couldn't help but moan when you felt San's touch, your entire body reacting to him.
San hooked his fingers into the waistband of your pants and pulled them off you, your panties still clinging to your waist. He resumed rubbing circles on your clit before bringing his face between your legs and licking a stripe over your panties. You tried to close your legs, but San's strength kept one leg in place while his shoulder blocked the other. He pulled your panties to the side before licking your cunt up and down, his tongue gliding through your folds. You ran your fingers through San's hair and pulled in attempt to get him to slow down, but with every tug, San only got more reckless.
"Cutie, pay attention to me, too," Mingyu whispered to you before his tongue dove into your mouth.
Mingyu took your other hand and put it over his crotch, making you feel exactly how hard he got. While you made out with him, you started massaging his cock through his pants, his breath hitching when you squeezed it just right. Truthfully, with the way San was eating you out, you didn't think you had the strength to even hold onto his hair, but you managed to both keep tugging on roots and pull Mingyu's cock out of his pants.
"Fuck," Mingyu mumbled before sharply inhaling. "Oh, God..."
He stopped kissing you and stood up, your eyes barely following him as San used that opportunity to suck sweetly on your clit. Mingyu stripped down and rubbed his insane cock a couple times while nearing your mouth.
"Suck this for me, won't you, cutie?"
You licked your lips before taking Mingyu's cockhead into your mouth, the man immediately shuddering the second he felt your lips. You heard him exhale through grit teeth as you took more of him in. He held the back of your head, but he didn't move youâ he just kept his hand planted on you while you moved and occasionally gagged on his length.
San, meanwhile, decided to slip one of his fingers into your cunt, his tongue flicking your sore bud rapidly. He fingered you slowly at first, but every time he heard you slurp Mingyu's cock, he got faster. He added a second finger to the mix before shoving them in you roughly and rapidly, the knot in your stomach tightening at an exponential rate. It was when he added the third finger did you take Mingyu out of your mouth to cry loudly and cum all over San's fingers.
You didn't see it, but there was a slightly triumphant smile on San's face that immediately disappeared when Mingyu guided your head back to his cock. When he felt your hands on his pelvis, Mingyu started throat fucking you, your gagging sounds only getting louder. Saliva started to drip from the corners of your mouth the harder he fucked your mouth, and every so often, he would let you breathe, the thickest snail trail connecting his cock to your mouth.
The sight of you looking completely fucked out by Mingyu's cock was a little too much for him to handle. He let you go and watched you through darkened eyes as your chest moved heavily every time you breathed. Before he got the chance to touch you, though, Sanâ who took off his own clothesâ ran his hands up your shirt and bra and went for your breasts.
"How do you feel, baby?" San asked in a gentle voice.
"M-More, Sannie..." you whined.
"Okay, baby, I got you."
San helped you out of the rest of your clothes and tossed them aside while Mingyu sat back down on the couch and nudged your upper body away from him so that you were propping yourself up on your elbows. San brushed your hair out of your face and pet your hair before holding his own cock up to your mouth. He didn't even have to say anythingâ you opened your mouth automatically for him and started sucking.
"Good girl," San praised as he sighed with pleasure. "That's my baby."
Mingyu had rolled on a condom by this time and was already playing with your cunt when you started sucking San's cock. When he heard San praise you, Mingyu rubbed his cock along your folds before entering you slowly, his cock spreading you open. He groaned softly before bottoming out, making you moan on San's cock.
San's hips rolled towards you as he steadily got more impatient seeing Mingyu fucking you from behind. Mingyu was moving at a slower pace, but San could see that he wanted to go faster and that you wanted more based off the way you were gyrating your hips. He only got more irritated when he saw Mingyu hook his arm under your leg and pull it up and towards his chest. Your cunt was swallowing Mingyu's cock so perfectly, and if Mingyu jerked his hips up just right, his cock would bulge out slightly.
Not only was his cock bulging, but it was also going so deep inside you that you felt your high building again. You took San out of your mouth and turned to face Mingyu while whimpering for more.
"Gyu," you cried. "Harder, pleaseâ!"
Mingyu didn't need to be told twice. He rammed his hips into yours, little grunts leaving his chest with every thrust. You reached for his head and ran your fingers through his hair, your other hand grabbing the couch for stability. You were biting your lower lip hardâ so hard, in fact, that you were about to make yourself bleed. You would've bled if San hadn't tilted your head towards him and kissed you. He sucked and nibbled on your lower lip while Mingyu continued to fuck you from behind.
The tension within you snapped, and you felt yourself squirting, but Mingyu just kept thrusting through the fluid, soaking you, him, and the couch up.
"Mingyuâ Fuck! I'm cumâ Ah! Cumming!" you cried while trying to push him away.
Finally, he pulled out, letting you finish in peace. Your entire body trembled as you squirted for what felt like an eternity, and it certainly did not help when Mingyu drove two of his thick fingers into you and fingered you roughly, getting you to cum again. You grabbed at his arm to get him to let up, but Mingyu was strong, and he wanted you to cum until you saw all the stars.
As soon as Mingyu's fingers left your body, San turned you around so that you were pinning Mingyu on the couch before rolling on his own condom. Your chest rubbed against Mingyu's while your ass was high in the air, and you buried your face in the nook of Mingyu's neck the second you felt San's thick cock rub between your asscheeks.
"How are you feeling, cutie?" Mingyu murmured as he ran his hands along your waist and back.
"Gyuâ Oh! Oh, fuck!" you cried when San's cock entered you, making you unable to finish your thoughts.
You clung to Mingyu's shoulders as San rut into you, his hands pulling your waist into his cock as he fucked you. You cried out with every thrust, your cunt still recovering from Mingyu fucking you rough and making you cum hard. You were breathing hard and heavily as San's cock filled you up and spread you wide, and you gasped when you felt his hand make contact with your ass.
"Sannieâ Oh! Good! Feels so good," you choked out when he spanked you again.
"I didn't know you liked things like that, cutie," Mingyu teased you.
You whined and nodded, your body lurching when San smacked your ass once more.
"What about this?" Mingyu asked as he ran his fingers down your face and to your lips. "Do you like things like this?"
Mingyu stuck his fingers in your mouth, and you immediately started sucking. He bit his lower lip and stared at you hungrily, your heart thumping at the sight. He took his fingers back and brought your head down to kiss him. Your tongue danced with his as he kissed you ferociously, his canine occasionally scratching your lips lightly.
San leaned forward as his thrusts sped up, making your back arch and your chest lower onto Mingyu's, your cries getting louder. The second his cock rubbed against your G-spot, you saw white, and you came, your legs shaking as you screamed in pleasure. San pulled out and spread your ass cheeks, letting you squirt all over the couch and Mingyu's, yours, and his legs.
"Oh.. My God..." you panted while looking back at San.
San chuckled and smoothed out your hair before leaving a fluttering kiss on your temple. The moment was very brief because next thing you knew, Mingyu had turned your attention back to him when he rubbed his cock against your clit then stuff himself inside you.
"Oh, cutie, you're not off the hook just yet," Mingyu tsked. "Don't you think I should get to cum too?"
"Yeah, he's got a point," San added as he prodded his own cock into your already full hole.
"Sannie, no, don't," you started panicking when you felt him start to push his way through. "You won't fit!"
"Just take a deep breath, baby. You can fit both of us," he promised you.
You listened to his soothing voice and inhaled. As you exhaled, San pushed his cock through. Sure, he fit, but you still screamed when you felt both men's big, throbbing cocks inside you. Tears filled your eyes and trickled down your face as San bottomed out, both men wincing at how tight you were with both of them inside.
"I bet you I can last longer," Mingyu challenged San.
"Keep dreaming," San shot back.
You would've smacked the two of them silly if you weren't absolutely losing your mind in that moment. You actually found the words to yell at them, but before you could get them out, the two of them started moving. You felt like your insides were going to get pulled out by the sheer force of their cocks rubbing inside you.
When Mingyu rammed his hips upwards, you felt his cock bulge in you, making you cry loudly; and when San snapped his waist against yours, you felt your arms and legs nearly give out. They were moving slowly, but they were moving so powerfully that you felt every single movement they made vibrate through your entire body.
You don't know who did it, but stars rapidly accumulated in your vision, and you clenched around both men as you came yet again. Your crying moans filled the room, and they were accompanied by both Mingyu and San groaning loudly. When you clenched around their cocks, neither one of them could hold back anymore. They shoved their cocks deep inside you and came loudly, the three of you moaning, groaning, and crying in pleasure.
San pulled out first, and his labored breathing died down when he filled up his condom entirely. Mingyu slipped his cock out shortly thereafter and sighed heavily as his body fully relaxed below you.Â
"Look at you all fucked out, cutie," Mingyu chuckled as he cupped your face.
"Mmhmm," you mustered out while nuzzling your face into his large palm.
"Hey, now. Don't go making your decision just yet," San, after throwing out his condom, returned to the living room and helped you up to your feet.
You collapsed into San's chest and clung to him, his strong arms holding you up.
"I think she should make the decision now that it's fresh in her mind," Mingyu argued with San yet again.
"Stop," you mumbled. "Don't make me choose..."
"You kind of have to, baby," San whispered.
"Can't I just have both of you?" you whined.
Both Mingyu and San looked at each other with slight surprise.
"You couldn't handle us both this one time, so how are you going to handle both of us for the rest of your life?"
synopsis you and wooyoung have been best friends for as long as you could remember, always overcoming everything in your friendship even after a few bumps in the road and confessions in the past. you could always trust that no matter wooyoung will always be there, right?
genres non idol au. best friends to lovers to exes. angst angst angst. romance. angst with sad ending. short story / couple chapter fic.
pairing best friend! wooyoung x fem!reader
warnings mature language, mental health, eventual smut, mentions of alcohol and drug consumption, toxic friendship/relationship, more will be added and/or specified if needed in each individual chapter
status ongoing
started 04/09/24
completed n/a
reblogs & comments are very appreciated and also help out a lot! thank you for reading and giving my work a chance â„ïž
. . # chapters !
preview/prologue | chapter one | chapter two | chapter three | chapter four | chapter five | chapter six | chapter seven / the end
genres: tiny bit of fluff, loads of angst, smut- both hard and soft (mdi!) swearing, wooyoung being wooyoung (a tease), wooyoung driving you clinically and romantically insane, etc etc
word count: 23k
synopsis: you and wooyoung may be best friends but you are also each other's worst enemies, leaving no chance to humiliate and tease the other. when you meet at prince yunho's kingdom for a 3 months retreat, things take an unexpected turn as you start to place very personal bets and find yourselves unable to keep your hands off each other, something you'd regret later as you fail to keep boundaries.
âYou canât be serious.â
âUnfortunately, that is how it is,â Seonghwa was resting his face on one hand, elbow propped on the table as he scanned you, a smirk growing on his face. âCanât say I hate whatâs happening. Ought to put you in your place, Princess.â
You looked at Hongjoong for help, âHeâs not fucking serious, is he?â
âOught to teach you how to speak to elders too,â Seonghwa muttered and Hongjoong laughed.
âIâm sorry, Princess. Thatâs how it is. Itâs only three months, what could go wrong?â
That was the conversation you recalled when you reached the castle in Utopia, the face you were dreading right in front of you as you got out of your carriage.
âThis place is already one prince too crowded,â you looked at Prince Wooyoung, his smirk growing by the second. âHere to learn how to live up to your title, eh?â
âIâd say that to you,â Prince Wooyoung bowed dramatically. âThis place ought to teach a princess how to make good use of her mouth.â
âLike youâd know,â you sneered at him as you waited for Hongjoong and Seonghwa to stop giving orders to the rest of your companions so they could join you and take you inside, away from that brat.
âIâd say I know very well- how to make good use of my mouth,â he winked at you and you put your hands over your ears, grimacing as you called for the two to hurry up. Prince Wooyoung scoffed in victory before going inside with his companions who greeted you with bows.Â
Just a week ago, you had received the news from your father- Utopiaâs royal family had invited princes and princesses from across the continent, holding an event, something like a holiday retreat for everyone. The details of it you would receive upon arriving but you had heard it was going to be fun and games, and you would have believed them, would have enjoyed your stay except-
Except for the fact that Wooyoung was here.
You didnât hate Wooyoung, no. You abhorred him, his sassiness, his brattiness, his very existence, just like he hated yours. And it wasnât due to a petty reason (though that was debatable as well). As children, since your parents were close, you two had spent most of your prepubescent years together. You had even been friends. But everything had changed once you two were grown enough to be aware that you were a boy and a girl.
And it was both your fault and his.Â
You did not like recalling the dark times, as you so dramatically liked to put. Some would say it wasnât even a reason big enough to hate each other, but you argued that it was. He had humiliated you in front of Prince Yunho, whose castle in Utopia you were now in. You, in return, had humiliated him in front of Princess Yuju of Neverland, whom he had always had a crush on. You called yourself even but he decided to fight with you, the result of which was now obvious to everyone who knew you.
Prince Yunho greeted you both as you entered the castle, inquiring of your parentsâ health. You shared a hug, telling him how much they missed him and looked forward to meeting him in three monthsâ time, when all this would be over.
âAre you sure your parents are the only ones who missed him?â Wooyoung muttered and you flipped your middle finger at him, Yunho laughing at you two as he told Wooyoung to behave while he was around you. You left before he could start recalling the dark times, putting an arm in Seonghwaâs as he escorted you to the guest chambers.
âYou should have told me that brat was going to be here,â you slumped on the couch, Seonghwa and Hongjoong snickering, âYou both just love to see me miserable, donât you?â
âCome on,â Hongjoong said, âIf weâd told you, you would have never agreed to come.â
âExactly,â you gave him a side-eye, âThis is treachery. I ought to get you both beheaded.â
Seonghwa ignored your remarks like he usually did as he handed you a glass of water, âCool down. It would do you good to tolerate his existence while youâre here. Who knows? Maybe you two will become friends again.â
âYeah, who knows, Seonghwa,â you sipped the water. âMaybe he would fall to his knees and apologise. Maybe the world will end. Who knows?â
âWhy is she so dramatic?â Seonghwa looked at Hongjoong for help who was almost half asleep.
âThe important question, my dear friend,â Hongjoong began, âIs why do we serve this spoilt Princess-â
âIâm spoiled? You clearly havenât met Wooyoung.â
Seonghwa and Hongjoong decided you were right later that evening when Wooyoung was flirting with the other princesses from around the continent while sending knowing smirks in your direction, which you tried to ignore but then he did what you feared- a princess you recognised was from the south came and asked you, âDid you really burn your hair off once while trying to impress Prince Yunho? All of it?â
However, the duo were also impressed by your patience and your will to not bend under Wooyoung, to meet fire with fire, as you replied, âOh no, honey. That was Prince Wooyoung- you see how half his hair is another colour? Thatâs because they can never be the same colour again. Ask him, go on.â
The Princess, who was no more than 13, gasped, believing what you said right away as she made her way back to Wooyoung and seconds later, you heard a howl of laughter and you sipped on your wine in victory. Hongjoong patted you on the back, âI have to admit, that was a good one.â
âDo not encourage her,â Seonghwa warned but he, too, was smiling. âHere he comes.â
Prince Wooyoung plopped himself beside you, shaking his head as he grinned, âThat was a good one. They refuse to believe I havenât dyed my hair.â
âYou should have been more clever with your lies,â you smiled sweetly at him, âI do wonder what you were thinking when you decided this was a good look on you.â
âOh, the ladies love it,â Wooyoung flicked his half-tied hair, âSo. I hear itâs about time you get married. Should I find you a good suitor here?â
Oh no.
âYouâre my age,â you smirked at him, âMaybe I should announce youâre mine. Letâs see if you get the same company of ladies around you then.â
Wooyoung cooed, âCanât resist calling me yours?â
You leaned forward, your noses almost brushing, âMy tongueâs still bitter thanks to the aftertaste.â
Wooyoung made a face as you sat back in your position, âThree months here, Princess. Get ready for hell.â
He blew a kiss your way before he went back, making all the ladies that were watching go wild and you glared at Seonghwa and Hongjoong, âGive me a good enough reason not to murder him right now.â
âYour own execution?â
âI said a good enough reason,â you turned to look at Wooyoung who was now back to sitting in the middle of a crowd of ladies, âExecution sounds tempting.â
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The next day, all the young royals settled themselves in the Great Hall for breakfast where you spotted Prince San- an old friend of yours. You waved at him from a distance and wowed internally at how different he looked- he had definitely matured a lot. Prince Yunho stood up after everyone was done with breakfast, clinking his glass to get everyone's attention.
"It's so good to have most of you here, after years," he began, meeting eyes with the princes and princesses from across the continent, "It was my father's idea that I host this retreat for all of us, a way to catch up with everyone and reminisce over old memories, and who knows? Maybe some of us will go back engaged," he threw a wink in one direction. "Anyways, you all are free to roam around, but I had a little something in mind-"
He then laid out his plan- Mondays for horse riding, Tuesdays for board games, Wednesdays for outdoor games, Thursdays for history lessons, Fridays for balls and parties and Saturdays and Sundays would be free unless something came up. You liked that- you weren't bound to stay the whole three months (though Yunho assured anyone who wanted to could stay here forever) but you decided it was a relief from your life back home, where everyday had started to feel bland as you followed a mechanical routine. Everyone was just as excited as you, if not more.Â
You got up after Yunho excused himself, approaching San and sharing a hug, "You've changed, Prince."
"I hope it's a good change. You're prettier than ever," San smiled.Â
"Thank you," you smiled back. "Good to see you, Jongho," you addressed his Right Hand, who was also a friend of yours.
"It's been long, Princess," he bowed. "I see Yeosang- let's go greet them. Have you met them yet?"
Yeosang being Wooyoung's Right Hand- you shook your head, following him as Yeosang greeted you three.
"Ah, Princess, I'm glad you're here. Finally someone I can badmouth Wooyoung with."
You grinned, "This is why I like you, Yeosang."
"Now, now," Wooyoung approached you. "Already teaming up against me?"
"What do you mean? We've been a team ever since I can remember," Yeosang dramatically said, earning a laugh from everyone else and a slap from him.
"All my best friends are here," Yunho and his Right Hand, Mingi approached the group with Seonghwa and Hongjoong, "There's a lot of catching up to do. What do you say, drinks tonight, my room."
Everyone agreed, "Only if someone stops Mingi from crying when he gets drunk."
"I don't cry when I'm drunk!" Mingi laughed at Jongho.
"You definitely do, Mingi, I can attest to that," Yunho laughed.
Yunho was right.
Mingi did cry when drunk.
However, that was the least of your problems right now, because what threatened you was Wooyoung, who was an extreme flirt when drunk.
"Like sober Wooyoung wasn't enough," you put your feet on his shoulder to push him away harshly as he tried approaching you, almost crawling. "Now I have to deal with a horny Wooyoung."
It had all been normal- after dinner, you all met in Yunho's room after the rest of the people excused themselves for the night. Some were having drinks with their own groups, and your group of friends was as old as you so nobody batted an eye at your easy interactions.
You all caught up with each other, Wooyoung and you occasionally shooting a snide remark to the other, and the boys made you both sit in opposite corners, having a laugh over how you two still fought so much that it was probably love.
"That's not love," you spat.
"Yeah, we hate each other's guts," Wooyoung, for once, was on your side.
"You keep saying that," San teased, "I just know these three months are going to change something between you two indefinitely."
"Eternal hate sounds appealing, what say you, Wooyoung?"
"Very," he grinned at you.
"Gosh, is nobody gonna comment on his hair though?" You met eyes with everyone, "He looks like a half fried biscuit."
Everyone roared with laughter and Wooyoung gaped at you, "Nice try, Princess. Obviously trying to get attention off the fact that you have this weird haircut now- do you know it makes your face look fat?"
You unconsciously tugged at your bangs while the rest of the boys looked at each other, an echo of "I didn't even notice" and "me neither" going around the room.
"Please, have you looked in the mirror? And what's with the ponytail? You think you look hot?"
"I don't know, Princess," Wooyoung turned towards you. "Do I look hot?"
"Oh, someone get me a drink before I throw up all over the rug," you mumbled, Yeosang laughing as he passed you a drink and you downed it, glaring at Wooyoung who still looked amused. "Wipe that stupid grin off your face, Prince. Someone might think you actually find me funny."
"I do," he said, "find you amusing. Such a mouth you have on you. GodâŠ" he downed his own drink. "I missed this."
You started smiling- you missed this too. You may hate Wooyoung's guts but he was still your oldest friend. Everyone cheered, clinking their glasses together, going back to teasing each other over anything and everything-
Until everyone became drunk.
"Get him off me, Yeosang," you almost cried. "He's being weird."
"You two need this, you know," Yeosang only watched as Wooyoung attempted to crawl on top of you just to spite you. "We ought to put you two in the same dungeon for these three months."
"There's so much sexual tension between them, it's not even funny," San commented.
"Oh, shut up!" You and Wooyoung shouted at him together and he raised his hands but his smug face said he had proven his point. You got up, going to hide between Seonghwa and Hongjoong.
"Princess!" Wooyoung cried out as he got up, swerving dangerously as he ran his eyes around the room, searching for- "You!"
He almost tripped on one of Yunho's sprawled limbs as he made his way in front of you, "Everyone! Do you all know it's time for our little princess to find a suitor!"
Everyone including, to your dismay, Seonghwa and Hongjoong raised their glasses and cheered for you and you slumped even further down the couch. Wooyoung met eyes with you, "So⊠Who in this room would you give a chance, Princess?"
You rolled your eyes, "You think you undeserving shits have a chance?" Everyone booed at you, making you laugh. "No, I'm serious. Who do you think I'd even consider? I have known you guys since we were toddlers, take that into consideration too."
Wooyoung went behind San, rubbing his shoulders. "This lad has grown up well. How about him?"
You looked at Wooyoung in warning, who sported the most smug expression. San was thankfully too drunk to notice what was happening. "Can you stop this and sit down before I make you?"
"Make me? You can't make me do anything, Princess."
You took the challenge, walking to him slowly and he mimicked your actions until you both were face to face. "Look at you. You're just begging for it, Wooyoung. Begging for me to put you in your place."
Wooyoung put his fingers under your chin and you tried to ignore the way his eyes were dark as he looked at you with heavy-lidded eyes and the shiver his touch sent down your spine. "Do I have to get on my knees for you to do it?"
You heard the faint oohs from your friends who were conscious enough to listen in. You smirked, "You think about that image a lot? You, on your knees, in front of me?"
"Alright, before you two kiss in front of me," Hongjoong got up, clapping. "Everyone, bed, now."
Wooyoung and you immediately pretended to throw up as you two drew away and you followed Hongjoong and Seonghwa to your chamber, collapsing on the bed and passing out before you could recall the events of tonight.
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You were sipping your margarita, relaxing on a chair in the shade with some of the people who werenât interested in horse-riding itself, or who, like you, were currently inconvenienced due to an injury- yours being a still healing ankle. You figured you could join in the horse-riding lessons in a week or two, though you werenât sure you would be learning much- you kind of sucked at it no matter who taught you. You just couldnât deal with horses.
But seeing Wooyoung zoom past the audience with a smug look on his face as he rode possibly the most beautiful stallion present, in a rather graceful manner, you werenât sure you wanted Wooyoung to see you struggle with horse-riding. After all, he was always waiting for a chance to spot your weakness and make a joke out of it.
âYou look like youâre wishing heâd fall off and die,â Princess Yuju- one of your oldest friends- laughed as she slumped down next to you with a drink of her own, patting the sweat off her forehead with a kerchief.Â
âIs it that obvious?â You muttered and she shook her head in amusement. âOkay, as appealing as that thought is, I was just wishing I could join, but you know how hesitant I am with horses.â
âI havenât done this in a while so I have to admit, I was feeling nervous but Seonghwa⊠heâs a good teacher.â
You raised a brow as you noticed her smiling as she mentioned his name. âYou still have a crush on him? I thought that was just a passing thing.â
âI thought too,â she sighed dreamily. âHeâs just⊠such a gentleman.â
You put a hand over your mouth as you laughed, briefly recalling the events of last night. âYou know what? Maybe you should see him drunk. Heâs very talkative when drunk.â
âHe shouldnât see me drunk,â Yuju muttered and you giggled- she had a habit of getting physically affectionate when drunk, though she had a good level of tolerance. âAnd⊠here comes your favourite person.â
You didnât know who she meant but the last person you were expecting was Wooyoung who was wiping his forehead with a towel and threw it in your direction as he got closer. With no time to dodge it, it landed on your face and you cursed under your breath, throwing it away.
âWhatâs your problem?â
âYou have something on your face,â he said as he settled down in front of Yuju who was trying not to laugh.
âWhat?â You asked, patting your cheeks.
âUgliness,â Wooyoung said and turned to Yuju. âHow are you doing? Youâre prettier than I last saw you.â
âAnd youâre still as shameless,â Yuju patted your back as you gaped at Wooyoung because how dare he? âI donât get why you two wonât get along after all these years. Itâs like youâre both doing it on purpose.â
âWe get along well, donât we?â Wooyoung asked and you nodded enthusiastically.
âOh, we do,â you looked at Yuju. âAs well as water and fire.â
Yuju made an unimpressed face and spotted Seonghwa stepping off from his own horse. Just like yours, Wooyoungâs eyes also followed her gaze and you both shared a knowing smile. Yuju straightened and glanced at you both. âIâm going to leave you two⊠to bond.â
âTo bond,â you muttered sourly as she left and Wooyoung scoffed.Â
âSo,â he crossed his legs. âHow are your parents doing?â
âAre we actually doing this?â You scoffed but when his straight face didnât change, you shrugged. âTheyâre fine. What about yours?â
âFine, for the most part,â he looked towards the field where a few people were still riding. âMom misses you. She keeps complaining about how you havenât visited in a while.â
You smiled at that- as strange as your relationship was with Wooyoung, your relationship with his mother was even stranger. It had started as you getting in trouble with her for sneaking in her room because you loved the intricate necklace she always wore- you had been too scared to ask her directly. However, somehow when his mother, instead of scolding you when she found you trying to hide under a table, sneaked under it herself and shared stories of her own childhood, the two of you found yourselves in a bond that resembled something like a friend, or something like a mother-daughter relationship without all its complexities.Â
You sometimes wondered if Wooyoung got his adventurous spirit from his mother.Â
âI wanted to, last summer, but we had that issue with Halaland going on at that time,â you sighed. âI really wished things had sorted out earlier.â
âAw, missed me?â He cockily rested his face in his hands. âYou can admit it, you know.â
You frowned. âWhatâs your deal lately? Youâve never acted so⊠clingy.â
âWith each passing year, I level up,â he said and you laughed at that- it was true. He was levelling up each year, not just in his personality and behaviour with you, but-
You couldnât help but notice how sharp his facial structure had gotten since the last time you saw him- a year ago when he had visited your Kingdom of Eden to sort some things out. Wooyoung caught you staring. âLook at you. Shamelessly checking me out.â
âDo they give you nothing to eat anymore?â You ignored his comment. âYou look frail.â
âDonât tell me youâre worried-â
âGood for me, would make it easier for me to push you to your death-â
âItâs called maintaining myself,â Wooyoung got up and flexed his arm muscles and you blanched, the approaching figure of San shaking with laughter at you two.Â
âLeave her alone,â San smacked Wooyoungâs neck. âHeâs just trying to impress the ladies- he thinks he looks hot like this. What do you think?â
âEasier to kill,â you muttered.
âHeâs gotten stronger, actually, havenât you, Woo?â San examined his friend from head to toe. âWanna arm wrestle and see who wins this time?â
âAnd thatâs my cue to leave,â you laughed, knowing you werenât ready for Wooyoungâs high-pitched screaming that followed every time he lost to someone in anything. Yunho caught your eye and he motioned for you to join him and Hongjoong.Â
âI see you two are getting along,â Hongjoong scoffed. âHowâs your ankle?â
âI think Iâll skip next week too,â you rotated your ankle and winced when it stung. âWhy do you both look so serious anyway?â
âYunhoâs just worried if everyoneâs having a good time, and you and Wooyoung always make sure heâs in a constant state of worry,â Hongjoong shook his head in disappointment and Yunho laughed.
âNo, itâs not that,â Yunho shook his hands. âHeâs right about me being worried though. Are you having a good time?â
âMinus Wooyoung, of course I am,â you smiled. âI havenât felt like this in a long time, and Iâm sure we all needed a break. So you-â you patted Yunhoâs arm. âStop worrying and have a good time too. You can relax with us- weâre all friends here.â
âI also wanted to tell you something,â Yunho took a deep breath. âPrincess Haeun of Halaland is arriving tonight.â
You didnât hide your sour expressions. âI thought she wasnât going to make it?â
âSeems like she is,â Yunho glanced at Hongjoong. âWill you be alright?â
âOf course I will be,â you answered. âOur issue with Halaland wonât influence my behaviour with the Princess, but you do remember we used to be friends before she started pretending weâre strangers, right?â
âYeah, Iâm not on the best terms with her either,â Yunho nodded. âI donât know why she suddenly decided to come. I thought she would decline for sure since I was the one who sent the invitations.â
âSheâs probably got something up her sleeve,â Hongjoong considered. âLetâs not let her get to us, though, shall we?â
But the moment the Princess entered the Great Hall and paused to search the crowd and stopped when she met your eyes, you knew the sinking of your heart was something you couldnât ignore. She smirked and resumed walking, Yunho dutifully leaving the table to greet her and you turned towards the rest.
âYou all saw that, right?â You looked at Yeosang and Jongho who were in front of you. Yeosang nodded.
âMaybe sheâs just happy to see you,â Jongho teased.
âYouâre thinking too much,â Wooyoung chipped in, stealing the last chicken nugget from your plate and you gasped as he put it in his mouth. âThatâs just how she always looks like.â
âFirst of all, how dare you steal my nugget? And no, she doesnât. She specifically met my eyes and gave me an evil smile. Youâre blind if you didnât see that.â
âYou call that an evil smile?â Wooyoung laughed, looking around him. âHas anyone ever seen her smile?â
âYou-â
âShh,â Yunho slid in his place next to you, waving a dismissive hand. âYou all attract too much attention. Iâll send you home if you keep acting like this.â
âTell me you saw her evil-smirk at me,â you asked and Yunho looked around the table to make sure no one but your group of friends was listening.
âI think I did,â he finally gave in. âSheâs weird. She specifically asked how you were doing- she doesnât care enough to ask about you as soon as she arrives.â
âSee?â You turned to Wooyoung, having proven your point, who fell silent. âSheâs gonna have a bigger problem with me now. Especially after the events of last year.âÂ
âJust ignore her, youâll be fine,â Wooyoung finally said, downing his drink.Â
âItâs hard to ignore someone who has a habit of getting disrespectful with others,â you muttered, sighing deeply. Wooyoung and the others were no strangers to your rocky relationship with the Princess of Halaland. Others would dismiss it as something similar to your relation with Wooyoung, but he was your friend. He held no malicious intentions towards you, no matter how harsh he could be with his jokes.Â
âJust come to me if she tries something, okay?â Wooyoung locked eyes with you. âI know exactly how to shut her up.â
You looked at Wooyoung, surprised, while your group of friends hooted loudly at that.
And there it was. Wooyoung was always the first one to protect you. No matter how much you hated his guts, at times like this your heart fluttered, so you simply nodded and told the boys to shut up, unable to meet Wooyoungâs gaze for the rest of the night.
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You wondered who had the brilliant idea of assigning your seat diagonally across Princess Haeun in the history class because so far, so not good.
âI think we can all agree that Eden has a history of dirty politics,â Haeun began, glancing casually at you while you rested your chin in your hand, rolling your eyes at her. âConsidering how only a decade ago, Eden almost called war on the Allied Kingdoms, shouldnât it be clear that Eden does not really deserve a seat at the Peace Council?â
âUh, I think that wasnât Eden-â San began but was cut when Haeun continued.
âThe Peace Councilâs foundation is threatened by Edenâs presence in the council, in my humble opinion- no offence to the Princess,â Haeun pasted her trademark smirk over her face and you glanced across the room- quite a few youngsters looked doubtful by her confidence- or maybe your lack thereof. âI think the members of the Peace Council should be the kingdoms who condemn war, not condone it.â
âThatâs, uh⊠an interesting stance you have there,â Jongho, who was voted to be the unbiased fact-checker/host for the day, said. âAnyone who would like to present an opposing argument?â
âI think,â you began, raising your hand and continuing when Jongho gave you the heads-up. âI think that Princess Haeun facts are biassed. Of course, everyone is entitled to their opinions but I think the fact that the Allied Kingdoms were scheming to stop the trade from our shared seas⊠that calls for a threat or two, doesnât it?â
âAnd as the oldest members of the Peace Council,â San was smirking, âShouldnât they have been resolving this issue âpeacefullyâ rather than this hostile approach which would clearly threaten the well-being of the residents of Eden?â
âWhat well-being, pray tell, would be threatened if the route was temporarily closed due to conflict? Iâm sure Eden is capable enough to flourish trades with its neighbouring kingdoms rather than relying on the ones far away.â
âConflict of the Allied Kingdoms and Halaland with Neverland, with whom we have maintained trade for as long as the kingdoms have existed,â You looked at Yuju. âRemind me again how our kingdoms would have been affected had the route been closed?â
âI think weâre all sensible enough to figure that out, arenât we?â Yuju smirked. âBetween the time to contact all kingdoms and begin trade, the damage⊠not only to Eden but to Neverland as well. I think itâs okay when itâs someone else.â
âBesides,â Wooyoungâs voice filled the room and you turned to look at his rather relaxed figure as he rubbed his nose, looking uninterested. âItâs rich coming from you when you sided with the Allied Kingdoms when things looked bleak for Eden. As the members of the âPeaceâ Council, shouldnât you have been, I donât know, trying to do something for peace instead of something that would have surely instigated war?â
The look on Haeunâs face made you want to get up and kiss Wooyoung even if the thought somewhat repelled you. You turned to Jongho who was also trying to hide his satisfaction. âThatâs right. As members of the Peace Council, I think whatever decisions made should have a peaceful outcome. If old dealings are disturbed, that would surely put anyone in a tight spot. Eden could have been less hostile, but the Allied Kingdoms and Halaland didnât give them much of a choice in the first place.â
âWhich is why no one really deserves the seat at the Peace Council,â Yunho concluded. âNo oneâs a saint. I think we should stop with the history lessons here and plan the ball for tomorrow, what do you say?â
The room burst into a chorus of cheers and you watched Haeun sulk in her seat while one of her friends tried to comfort her and shot nasty looks at you. You almost flipped the finger at them but you got distracted when Wooyoung took the empty seat behind you.
âYou almost lost your composure back there, Princess.â
âGlad you decided to contribute with your valuable opinion,â you muttered.
âKnow why?â He leaned forward, tucking your hair back. âI would like to be the only one who can rile you up. Thatâs why Iâll make sure I put Haeun in her place.â
You smacked Wooyoungâs hand away. âWhat sort of twisted logic is that? As much as I appreciate you trying to show Haeun her place, I think I can handle her. In fact, I think I should team up with her this time- she looks like she could kill you, not me.â
Wooyoung glanced at Haeun who indeed looked quite angry at Wooyoung. Perhaps, because they were neighbouring kingdoms, Haeun had expected Wooyoung to take her side but she couldnât have been more wrong- Wooyoung had only one reason to side with you, and that was to have the upper hand. As if to prove that, he tilted his head. âCanât handle me?â
âSorry, no,â you made a disgusted face but then spotted San getting chummy with a shy girl in the corner- perhaps the princess of one of the kingdoms of the Allied. âWould you look at that?â
Wooyoung turned and chuckled when he saw the sight. âI guess heâs looking for a dance partner for tomorrow.â
âYou got one?â
âNot yet,â he glanced at you. âAnd you?â
âI forgot that was a thing, honestly,â you sighed. âI donât think anyone would be interested in me other than as a last option.â
âNow why would you think that?â Wooyoung tsk-ed. âYou donât lack anything- youâre pretty, youâre intelligent, youâve got the dirtiest mouth, you can put a man in a chokehold-â
âThatâs exactly why,â you grinned, ignoring the rush you got when you heard the first two compliments. âI think everyoneâs scared of me, especially since Iâm always surrounded by one of you idiots.â
âWell, Princess of Eden, youâre my first choice. Will you go to the dance with me?â
âNo way in hell,â you countered, watching Wooyoung give in and burst out laughing. âWho placed the bets?â
âThose idiots,â Wooyoung pointed at Mingi and Yeosang- Yeosang seemed to have won as he pocketed some cash from a sulking Mingi. âI do love how quick you are. That makes you more attractive than you actually are, which isnât much-â
âAnd thatâs your cue to shut up. Wanna make another bet?â
âIâm all ears,â he leaned forward.Â
âHaeun is going to say yes when you ask her to the ball,â you smirked.
Wooyoung raised a brow. âWhat makes you think Iâd ask her in the first place?âÂ
âBecause she keeps looking at you like sheâd like to fuck you up- and not in a bad way,â You winked at him. âAnd⊠because sheâd do anything to make me jealous.â
âYeah, because everyone thinks weâre a thing,â Wooyoung nodded in understanding, shaking his head.Â
âDoesnât help when youâre⊠like this,â you said pointedly, glancing at the rest of the room who were all busy planning for tomorrow, leaving only the two of you interested in each other. âSo?â
âSo, Iâd like to make another bet,â Wooyoung leaned forward, only the desk separating you two. âI know Iâll lose this one, but if Haeun makes the first move on me⊠youâll be my date for the ball next weekend.â
âEw, why would I agree to that?â You frowned. âAnd why would you want to take me?â
âI donât like Haeun, you know I donât. I wonât make the first move, but if she tries anything funny with me, I get to take you next weekend. And if she doesnât, you have the choice of rejecting me.â
âSometimes I wonder what youâve stuffed in your skull to come up with things like that, but okay. Iâll just have to make sure she doesnât make the first move-â
âHey, no cheating!â Wooyoung practically shouted, getting up. âItâs time to seduce her. I need to lose the first bet to take you to the dance next weekend after all.â
You werenât sure if you were regretting agreeing or ever coming up with the first bet, but whatever it was, you were more confused about the way Wooyoung had looked at you right before leaving.
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You were wondering what disgusted you more- the sight of Haeun fluttering her lashes at Wooyoung as she danced with him, putting on the fakest smile youâd seen on a human, and pretending to act surprised at timesâ or, the sight of Wooyoung who had his hands on Haeunâs waists, who was whispering things in her ears, who looked pleased whenever he made her laugh. You really couldnât decide.
âPeople are going to think youâre jealous,â Yunho poked your back and you cursed as you twisted in surprise.Â
âI thought it was obvious that I am disgusted?â
âYou keep telling yourself that, honâ,â Yunho shook his head. âDance with me?â
You shrugged but accepted, getting up and straightening your midnight blue gown, glad you werenât in a puffy peach dress like Haeun was- it was kind of making her look washed out. You took Yunhoâs hand and he led you to the dance floor, the two of you taking up your positions and comfortably falling in a rhythm while you both observed the surroundings.
âYou have eyes on you,â you said. âWhoâs the lady in the black gown? Look at her when we turn.â
âAh,â Yunho smirked and you raised a brow. âThatâs the one Iâm trying to impress tonight.â
âI think youâre doing a good job then,â you approved, smiling. âDo try not to smile like an idiot or sheâll catch on.â
âWhat, so I should play hard-to-get like you do?â Yunho looked at you.
âWhen have I ever played hard-to-get?â
âIsnât that what you have been doing for so long now?â Yunho sighed. âI think youâre not even aware.â
âYouâre not making any sense-â
âWooyoung.â
You made a guttural sound at that. âWhatever gave you that idea?â
âTell me what you think about him.â
âI donât think about him, he disgusts me,â you muttered. Yunho winced.
âTry again. Youâre too harsh, Princess.â
âYunho,â you rolled your eyes. âAre you going to pretend you haven't known me since we were children? That you donât know how Wooyoung and I have been since ages ago?â
âYou used to be inseparable, you still kinda are,â he was grinning and you resisted the urge to kick his leg. âProblem is, youâre a bit too confused. Maybe you more than him. He seems to have figured it out-â
âShut up,â you groaned. âYouâre just trying to confuse me. Who placed bets this time?â
âNo one,â Yunho stopped as the music ended and really looked at you. âIt must be fun to act like you hate each other, but if you decide to drop the act⊠there are plenty of empty rooms in the west chamber where you two could-â
âAnd thatâs my cue to get some air and wonder why I ever agreed to dance with you,â you curtsied him as the dance ended and he laughed, calling, âI know Iâm right about this!â as you steered yourself to the end of the ballroom to grab a drink. You encountered a few guests on the way who greeted you and made small talk, and by the time you had downed that drink, you were anxious to get some air.Â
You decided to find the balcony at the other end of the room- the one that would probably have no audience at this time. As you reached the door, you spotted none other than Wooyoung and Haeun through the window, Haeun explaining something to Wooyoung while he nodded nonchalantly. You wondered what they were talking about but you noticed Yuju waving at you from the side and you decided youâd rather busy yourself with the girls than to think of what Yunho said which would surely haunt you at night-
And haunt it did when you had finally been free of the endless greetings and the mini-meeting with Hongjoong and Seonghwa to decide the schedule for the weekend and prepared to go to bed. It was way past midnight and you had just finished dressing into your black nightgown, pulling a wrap over it and taking your cup of chamomile tea to the window to drink in peace but found yourself plagued with thoughts of a certain someone.
As if the devils had planned your fate for the night themselves, you found Wooyoung looking up at you from the garden where he was alone. You almost hid out of instinct but he had seen you so you just waved awkwardly. He looked around and motioned for you to come down, but you shook your head, showing him your cup of tea- he was no stranger to your night habits. But then he motioned that he was coming to you, and you considered declining but then nodded, though, after he left, you wondered if you had the capacity to get into a vocal-battle with Wooyoung at this hour.
You opened the door and let him in, sighing when you took in his figure- he still hadnât changed and was dressed in a three-piece, the buttons now undone and exposing quite a lot. You cleared your throat. âIf youâre here to mock me or something, you can leave right now.â
âIâm here for the tea,â he sounded tired.
âLong night?â You asked as you shut the door and motioned for him to take a seat while you mixed the tea for him. âYou looked like you were having fun.â
Wooyoung glanced at you, slumping further down the couch. âI did have fun when Haeun was not pretending to be someone else other than who she is. I mean- why pretend?â
âThatâs what girls do when they aim to seduce someone,â you fluttered your lashes at him. âLike this?â
He let out a low laugh. âSheâs actually not such a bad person when sheâs being normal.â
âOh, so you like her then?â You handed him the tea.Â
âNot any more than I did earlier,â he said and you frowned in confusion. âOh, and I won the bet, by the way.â
You made an impressed face. âShe made the first move?â
He frowned in confusion. âYou didnât see her?â
âWas I supposed to witness that? Because thatâs disgusting- oh.â
Wooyoung sipped the tea. âI should feel elated that I won the bet, but at the same time, it doesnât feel good to be used. She spotted you near the balcony and thatâs when she tried to kiss me. She thought I wouldnât notice but I spotted you before her.â
âJust so weâre clear, I was only there to get some air but as soon as I saw the two of you, I backed away. It looked like you were having a⊠private conversation.â
âYou should have joined,â Wooyoung shifted to turn towards you. âAll she talked about was you.â
âReally?â You smirked, turning towards him too, not a lot of distance between you two. âAll good things, I hope.â
Wooyoung chuckled, sipping again. âYou looked good tonight, but Iâll be sending you a dress for next weekend. Itâs going to be a masquerade ball- I know Yunho loves that shit. Weâll match.â
âLook at you,â you shook your head. âYour eyes always light up when youâre planning my demise. And I have plenty of dresses.â
âI know exactly what I want to see you in,â he let his eyes travel across your body and you suddenly felt conscious.Â
âAre you drunk?â You frowned. âYouâre babbling.â
âBut youâre blushing,â Wooyoung was smirking shamelessly. âI wonder why.â
âThatâs from the second hand embarrassment Iâm getting from you,â you countered, cursing yourself internally. âStop being a creep.â
âYou know you love me,â he clicked his cup of tea with yours before drinking. You made an unimpressed face.Â
âOh, by the way, I forgot to give you this earlier-â he finished in his pocket, producing a small box.
âWow, are you proposing to me?â You teased. âI thought you hated me.â
âI donât hate you, I-â he paused, shaking his head and opening the box to reveal a necklace with a teardrop turquoise shining in the middle. âMom sent this for you.â
âYou better finish that sentence, Wooyoung, I dare you to,â you muttered as you took the necklace from him and examined it. âWow. This is beautiful.â
âMy mom has always had a good eye for things,â he looked proud. âI just wonder why she wastes it on getting things for you-â
âIâll thank her myself,â you interrupted, getting up and going to the mirror next to the fireplace, unlocking the necklace and wearing it on your neck- or trying to but you couldnât find the clasp so you just settled at examining how it looked, but-
âLet me,â Wooyoung muttered- you hadnât even heard him come behind you. You felt the brush of his fingers on the back of your neck and you suppressed the shiver it would have sent down your spine. âThere,â he said, his hands back on your shoulders as he looked at your reflection in the mirror. âPerfect.â
You werenât looking at the necklace anymore- you were watching him slide his hands down your arms. âYou look like somethingâs bothering you.â
He glanced at you from the mirror. âSomething is.â
He didnât say what, but you felt him take another step towards you so your back was flush against his body. This time, you didnât stop the shudder, especially when he held your hands in his and rested his cheek against your head. âLike what you see?â
You couldnât think- sure, this was a very Wooyoung thing to do. But this time, the two of you were alone, there were no bets in question- as far as you knew- and you hadnât really been arguing like you had been pretty much the entire week. âWhat are you doing?â
You hated how it almost came as a whisper but he didnât seem to care. He let the tip of his nose trail down your temple, squeezing your hands as his lips trailed down your neck, making you push your head back to give him more access, and then-
Then he kissed what had to be your sweet spot- you moaned more in surprise than in pleasure because how could he know when it was his first time? The sound seemed to have pleased him though, because he started nibbling at the spot, his arms wrapping around you, your hands still in his. He made a sound too as he shifted, his hair falling on your slightly exposed chest. You couldnât help but watch the entire thing which perhaps made your nerves more heightened, your legs weakening with each passing second, and just when you were about to lose your footing, he drew back and helped you stand up, examining what he had done.
âNice,â he licked his lips. âGoes well with the necklace. Now you can show them both off proudly.â
You gaped at him, the spot quickly turning a deeper shade of purple. Taking a deep breath, you mustered the deadliest glare. âJung Wooyoung, you absolute-â
âCome on,â he shook his head, having grabbed your wrist that was in the air to punch his chest. With his other hand tucked under your chin, he ran his thumb on your lower lip and drew closer to whisper in your ear. âYou liked every second of it.â
With a final kiss to your cheek, he drew back with the cockiest smile you had ever seen him wear, and waved goodbye as he left the room, leaving you standing in the middle of it and trying to control the overwhelming sensations that ripped through your body in his absence. You finally made it to the couch, slumping down, because-
Just what had he done?Â
And why did you like it so much?
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You werenât sure if Wooyung was avoiding you but things were pretty, abnormally peaceful, which was saying something. Perhaps he knew you were out to murder him the first chance you got, but the weekend passed by rather peacefully and you even had a girls only sleepover where you gossiped all night, sharing stories and pampering each other.
And that was when, in the middle of massaging your shoulder, Yuju had noticed the telltale fade of Wooyoungâs mark.
âNow what is that-â she had begun but you shut her up, promising to explain it later and then avoiding her for the next two days until it was Tuesday and you finally met your group of friends in the evening for board games, where both Yuju and Wooyoung were present.
You paused in the middle of the room, Seonghwa and Hongjoong beside you. âCan we go home now?â
The duo turned to look at you once, ignoring you as they joined the rest, making you take a deep breath and walk to Yuju who wasnât sitting too far from Wooyoung.
âI knew you couldnât avoid me forever,â Yuju looked a bit too pleased to see you. âWooyoung and I were just chatting. He said he missed you.â
âI missed you too,â you called to him, deciding at that moment that there was no way in hell you were letting Wooyoung get the better of you, and that retribution would come. He turned and acknowledged you with a nod, his glance going to where the mark would have been, carefully concealed now. âIn fact, my hands have been itching since that night of the ball.â
âAh, I feel shy,â Wooyoung hid behind San and Yuju laughed sarcastically. âWhat do you aim to do? Do not try to make a move on me-â
âYour mind ought to be cleansed,â San slapped Wooyoungâs neck and you laughed.Â
âHold up- the night of the ball?â Yuju raised a brow. âWhatâs going on between you two?â
âNothing-â
âSomething-â
âJung Wooyoung,â you warned, turning to Yuju. âYou know how he is. Heâs trying to turn me clinically insane.â
âIâm clinically insane⊠for you too,â Wooyoung threw a wink and the three of you gasped.Â
âSan, please take him away from me before I grab something sharp and end this once and for all,â you begged and San chuckled, practically dragging him across the room and you felt like you could finally breathe, though, now that he was in front of you, you both kept exchanging death glares and talking in your own sign language.Â
While Yunho explained the rules of the first game and you saw Wooyoung watching you instead of listening to Yunho, you flipped your finger at him and he blew a kiss at you, which probably the entire room saw. You stifled a groan and heard a disgusted sigh-
âGet a room, you two.â
You turned to the source- Haeun, who was sitting near you. You rolled your eyes, not bothering to respond but when she muttered something to her friends and they all laughed at you, you turned to her, ignoring Yuju who tried to stop you.
âGet a room, you said, huh?â You asked in a low voice, glancing at Yunho who was explaining something to the youngsters, and then at Wooyoung who had his eyes on you. âToo bad you couldnât get one that night.â
Haeunâs friends collectively gasped at that and she actually looked offended. âWhat would you know about that?â
âOh, I donât know,â you shrugged. âI guess Wooyoung was bored enough to come find me. You know we hate each otherâs guts. What does that say for you?â
Haeun scoffed. âIâm not interested in him. Go ahead- heâs all yours.â
âOh, she says sheâs not interested in him,â you turned to Yuju. âDoes she want me to wipe that horrible image of her fluttering her lashes at Wooyoung during their dance? Because that would need some help-â
âYou-â
âLadies,â Yunho warned with a smile- only you knew that smile meant heâd had enough, though to the others he still looked calm. âThe games are starting. Are we good?â
You straightened and nodded and Haeun did the same. Yunho distributed the cards and you played with your respective groups- yours against Haeunâs. The plan was to play in groups of 6 and compete with each other until 2 remained.
Haeun looked confident, but if there was one thing you were good at, it was at catching lies. You had always been observant enough to notice that one particular thing they did when they lied, which gave them away.
And you knew Haeun would always scratch somewhere on her skin before lying. The game of bluff was easier, especially with Yuju and Eunha by your side who were better at card games than you, so your team took on a winning streak.
A few hours later, only your team and Wooyoungâs team remained and you sat across from each other. You looked at Yunho and Jongho. âThis team has all the luck, it seems.â
âI think we should announce our defeat here,â Eunha joked. Yunhoâs luck wasnât something that anyone took lightly.
âCome on,â he laughed. âWe have 3 rounds. Anything could happen- and you two are good at this. I donât know why you teamed up with y/n though, she kind of sucks at gamesâŠâ
âNot this one,â you challenged. âDonât tell them why.â
âI guess youâre feeling cocky today,â Wooyoung locked eyes with you. âMaybe we should have met in private before coming to the games. Iâm not sure how confident you would have been then.â
âIâm not sure you would have made it here then,â you scoffed. âAnd neither would I have. Iâd be busy cleaning up the murder scene.â
âOh please, you two,â Jongho shook his head. âSo stupid. Letâs start.â
The thing about Wooyoung was, you knew him inside out. He had taught you all the games that you knew today, so you knew how he played as well. You only needed to feel Wooyoung out- you were pretty sure that you would make it.
Halfway through the game, Wooyoung couldnât believe his ears as you called out every bluff of not only him but Yunho as well. Jongho was a little hard to crack. âIâm your mentor, you canât do this to me!â
You downed another drink that Hongjoong passed you, who loved seeing Wooyoung miserable. âKill him, y/n.â
âGot it,â you laughed, glancing at the audience around you. Yunho scolded a sulky Wooyoung and told him to man up for the second round, where they could turn the tables if they won, otherwise it was going to be a clean victory for you.
You relaxed, observing your opponents. Your strategy for the this round was to target Wooyoung. After all, you had revenge to take. You dealt the cards and you let them pass twice before noticing Wooyoung picking at his earlobe. You stifled a smile and watched him place two cards on the table.
âTwo nines,â he declared and looked at you.
âThatâs a bluff,â you told him.
âAre you sure about that?â He leaned forward, smirking. And there it was- his defence mechanism.
âIâm calling it.â
Yuju tapped your arm to make you think again but you ignored her. You looked at Yunho. âGo ahead and check.â
Yunho laughed in defeat before he announced the cards, and while the rest cheered, Wooyoung and you found yourself in a staring contest. He couldnât help but smile- he liked when you were in your element.
âHow can you always tell when Iâm lying?â He finally asked when everyone started to scatter.
âYou have this very obvious thing you do when you lie. Not going to tell you,â you said.
âWell, you won,â Wooyoung clapped. âWhat do you want?â
He was talking about the bet you had placed earlier- fulfilling a wish if you won. You grinned, âIâll save it for later.â
âOh?â He raised a brow. âGot some plans, I see.â
âYeah,â you leaned forward. âI have a few, yes.â
âWell, at least youâll stop avoiding me then?â He asked casually and you shrugged.
âWho said I was avoiding you?â
âCome on,â he scoffed, getting up and motioning at the table with the snacks. âYou missed horse riding yesterday.â
âMy ankle is still healing,â you told him. âI wanted to sleep in.â
âAnd you didnât come to have dinner with us on Sunday.â
âI had to answer letters from home- wait, why am I even giving an explanation?â You took a bite of a chocolate chip cookie. âWhat makes you think Iâd want to see you on purpose? My whole life has been navigating around ways to avoid you-â
Wooyoung scoffed. âI distinctly remember you watching me do that to you in the mirror,â he pointed towards where the fading bruise had been concealed with makeup. âYou didnât push me back. I wonder why.â
âMaybe because I was having a hard time processing exactly what you were trying to do,â you tugged at the necklace he had put on you subconsciously.Â
âWant me to test your processing speed again?â Wooyoung grinned and you gaped at him.
âYou know, thatâs enough cockiness. I bet youâd be whimpering if I did that to you.â
âAh, you think too highly of yourself, but Iâm open if you want to test that theory-â
You laughed in disbelief. âWhatâs got you so horny these days, Wooyoung? Havenât had a good fuck for a while?â
Wooyoung poked his tongue in his cheek- a sure sign that now he was turned on, and somehow, after realising just what you had said, you felt your ears heat up. âNo. No I havenât. And you look like you havenât either.â
âIâm good,â you muttered. âNow get your head out of the gutter.â
âWell,â he drew closer, glancing around. Everyone seemed to be busy so he stood behind you just like he had that night and you found yourself frozen in your spot. He leaned forwards, one arm going around your waist and keeping you flush to himself while the other picked a chocolate from the table that he popped in his mouth. Your flush got deeper when you realised that the hard thing poking at your back wasnât his flashy metallic belt. He whispered in your ear, âI know youâre holding yourself back, Princess. I know exactly what you want to do to me. Iâm just telling you that you can. Iâd like to be ruined by you.â
With that, he drew back and you almost lost your footing as you gathered yourself, unable to meet his eyes because yes, you hadnât been the best at hiding the scandalous, borderline unholy flashes that crossed your mind whenever Wooyoung did something or acted some way. It took you a while to realise that only Wooyoung was capable of riling you up to the extent that youâd want to show him his place in that way.Â
But right now, you were more pissed because how could he do that to you when everyone was right here? You glared at him but he only winked at you, waving goodbye and turning-
âOh, no, youâre not,â you grabbed his arm. âYouâre coming with me.â
âOh, my,â Wooyoung grinned. âIf anyone sees us, what are they going to think?â
âLike I give two shits about that,â you dragged him out of the room, praying no one would question your absence, though people would surely notice the absence of Wooyoung since he was, well, noisy to put it nicely. âThis is the west chamber, right?â
âYeah,â Wooyoung was now walking beside you, his arm still in your hand. âWhy?â
âYunho mentioned there were empty rooms here, with some torturing instruments,â you muttered and he laughed out loud. âPerhaps I should test them to see if theyâre still functioning.â
You tried the door of the first room but it was locked. The second was unlocked and you stopped, realising if you stepped in, you couldnât back out-
âHaving second thoughts already?â
âYou are driving me insane,â you groaned, pulling him in and locking the door. You took a few deep breaths and looked around the room- pretty plain but you dragged a chair and made him sit so you could stand and point your finger at him.
âStop looking so amused. Tell me what exactly is your problem. How dare you do that to me?â You watched Wooyoungâs smile fall. âDo you want me to tell Hongjoong? Because heâs gonna kill you if he learns youâre playing with me-â
âWho said Iâm playing?â His voice was serious. âI just like to see you all riled up like that-â
âOh?â You put your hands on your hips as you stared at his bulge. âYou like to see me riled up? Does that turn you on, Wooyoung? Maybe I should give Haeun some pointers-â
You shut up when Wooyoung casually put his hand on top of his bulge and gave it a rub, licking his lips as he looked at you. You shook your head, stepping towards him, ignoring the red alert in your brain that told you none of this made sense, but there was one thing about you- you didnât believe in eye for an eye, you believed in doing worse in retribution.
And Wooyoung had no right making you feel that way. So you put your hand under his chin, making him look up at you. âLook at you. Practically on your knees for me, arenât you?â
âNot yet, Princess,â he shook his head. âYouâll be on your knees before me.â
âYou wanna bet on that, pretty boy?â You cocked your head, running your thumb over his lips and when they parted, you slid it in and watched him suck it. He could still taste the chocolate you had just been eating. You took it out, trailing it down his chin and down the neck, putting your hand around his neck and examining how it looked, squeezing it a little to make his mouth part for air. âMy hands make a nice enough necklace, I think.â
âAre you going to give me something thatâd go along with it?â His voice was husky.
âDo you want me to?â You asked, testing his patience and you saw his eyes glaze. He gave you a subtle nod and you drew closer until your noses were brushing, giving his neck a little squeeze as you trailed your lips to his ears and whispered-
âThen beg for it.â
Wooyoung groaned, grabbing your free hand and keeping you in your place. You let your lips trail down his neck for good measure before drawing away and seeing the desperation in his eyes. You scoffed. âYouâve got the look right. You just need to say it out loud, Prince.â
âYou know I could make you beg for that right now, donât you?â He asked and you shrugged. âIâm only letting you do this because I want you to.â
âOh? Submissive tonight, are we?â You laughed, cupping his face and kissing right next to his lips. âThereâs your reward.â
There was a moment of pause where you both contemplated just what had happened before Wooyoung finally lost it and decided to have his way with you- he got up quicker than you could process and had your face in his hands and was kissing you like a man deprived of air and you were quicker to respond by parting your mouth and letting his tongue in for a heated kiss, your hands fisting his collar for support. You moaned loudly in the kiss and he swallowed it, not giving you a moment to breathe as he led you to the wall so he could lean down and angle his face better in the kiss.
If you began to wonder what you were feeling, you could only explain it as something inside you breaking free, some wall that had been there falling down- something like that. Your brain was mush, your heart feeling things you had never felt before, but what you felt most was the unmistakable desire coursing through you. You broke the kiss and gasped for air as he rested his forehead against yours, repeatedly pecking your lips while you caught your breath.
âYouâre⊠insane,â you breathed and he chuckled deeply, brushing his nose with yours and making you bite your lips as you resisted doing something stupid- but maybe⊠maybe now you could.Â
After all, you two couldnât simply go back from here so while you were at it⊠you could enjoy it.
And see him suffer, the voice in your head said. You smirked, fisting his shirt and pushing him away, shaking your head as you pushed him back until he sat down on the bed and you got on top of him. He was about to hold your leg and position it to his preference but you muttered a ânuh-uhâ, instead making him spread his legs so you could press your knee lightly on his bulge and as he moaned, you kissed him for a few moments, one hand supporting you on top of him while the other slowly crept behind his neck and tugged at his long hair when you broke the kiss.
You examined how he looked in that moment- lids heavy, lips parted and wanting more, throat bobbing- you scoffed and grabbed his tied hair, fisting it so you could angle him as you finally started kissing his neck and found the sweet spot when you felt his bulge twitch under your kneeâs pressure. You started licking and nibbling there without holding back- he needed to feel more than what he had made you feel, so you made sure you made him groan multiple times as you planted the mark. Somewhere between it, his hand had travelled to your waist and was squeezing your hips- you tried to ignore it but your core was throbbing very painfully now.Â
You finished your work and admired it, making Wooyoung laugh in disbelief. âAll this for revenge?â
âWhat can I say?â You smacked your lips. âYou gave me something to look forward to.â
Wooyoung bit his lip out of habit and considered the fact that you were still pressing your knee where he wanted to. Before he could do something about it, though, you drew away, brushing your clothes.Â
âWeâre done here,â you told him and he stifled his groan- he liked what game you were playing with him and he was not going to be the one to admit defeat first.Â
âFor now?â He dared ask.
You licked your lips as you scanned him ever so slowly and nodded. âThatâs on you. This- what happened tonight? Thatâs on you too. Donât get any ideas, and remember-â you pointed your finger at him but then decided against it, lowering it. âRemember- this means nothing.â
You werenât sure if the look that passed Wooyoung was hurt or regret but he needed to realise that if he had started this game with you, he was going to be the one who'd decide his fate. âThis means nothing⊠unless I want it to mean something, right?â
You didnât answer that, but it looked like he had understood, so you told him not to follow you before leaving the room and going straight to your own, going to the sink and washing your face with cold water and gripping the sink as you looked at your reflection in the mirror.
Oh, how you had wanted to let him do things to you, butâŠ
But Wooyoung understood. He had taken the first step, dissolving the unmistakable sexual tension between you two that had been there for years now. He had risked it all, and your response had been unexpected but now that he thought about it, it was something youâd do, and deep down, he knew it. He knew that you hated losing. If he had simply kissed you and confessed that he was interested in you, you would never have responded because of the strange love-hate relationship you two had for years now.
Friends, you called yourselves. Were you friends? Yes, but did friends do this type of stuff? Probably not, he laughed to himself as he recalled when something had possessed him to mark you. He just couldnât resist it when you wore the necklace that he had chosen for you. Yes, it was from his mother, but he was always the one who picked the gifts for you. Would you have worn it if you knew?
As he lay down to sleep, he was plagued with such questions for most of the night and he wondered if he could stop things here or take the next step and find himself falling in dangerous, perhaps unwelcomed territories.
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It looked like Wooyoung was taking his sweet time deciding just what he wanted. You didnât avoid him anymore. In fact, you two were pretty normal around each other now, occasionally arguing like always, sometimes teaming up to bully one of your friends- just the usual. You were bullying San right now because he seemed to have a few loose memory screws.
âForget world history, San, you donât even remember your own life history,â you laughed. âYou really donât remember that time you held a whole debate about butts being what- one?â
âI think he insisted on two,â Wooyoung laughed. âHonestly, I kind of agree.â
âNo, weâre not doing this,â Yunho shook his head aggressively. âLook at this-â he raised his hands in the air and you choked on laughter. âOne buttcheek and the other- there are two buttcheeks but they belong to one butt-â
âItâs not that deep!â You laughed. âWeâve done this before, so letâs shut up now- there are people watching, and for goodnessâ sake, Wooyoung, grab Yunhoâs hands- heâs making weird gestures.â
Wooyoung pulled Yunhoâs hands down, all of you laughing. You noticed the girl Yunho was interested in watching him from the other end of the room and you kicked his leg from under the table. âStill not asked her to the dance tomorrow?â
Yunhoâs eyes went wide in realisation. âI was so busy planning the thing that I forgot I had to attend too!â
San shook his head in disappointment and Wooyoung urged him to go and ask someone out. Yunho looked at the rest of you. âWho are you going with?â
âYuju,â San said and you raised your brows- that was news. âNo, itâs nothing like that,â he laughed. âWe just waited too long to ask who we actually wanted to, so we plan to catch their attention tomorrow night.â
âAh, what interesting lives youâre living,â you sighed dramatically.Â
âWho are you going with anyway?â Yunho asked.
âLost a bet and now I have to accompany him tomorrow.â
San laughed but Yunho seemed to have caught on. âI see⊠He doesnât seem too sad about it.â
âOf course he doesnât,â you challenged. âAny chance to torment me, he happily takes.â
âEh, come on,â Wooyoung poked your thigh. âItâs not that bad.â
âYou tell yourself that,â you said dismissively. âYou better not send me a sack tonight.â
âYouâd look pretty in a sack though,â Wooyoung said quite seriously.
âEw,â San got up. âStop flirting with her every chance you get, Wooyoung.â
âIâm going to ask her,â Yunho got up. âWish me luck!â
You watched the duo scatter and you glared at Wooyoung. âIâm serious. Donât send something stupid.â
âI wonât. Iâve got this brilliant, most seductive red dress that I just have to see you in-â
âIâll tear it to pieces if I think itâs too much,â you promised and he laughed, getting up and purposefully squeezed your shoulder before exiting the room. You froze for a second but then noticed Haeun eyeing you and mouthed an aggressive âwhat?â before turning to find the girls.
That night, you found a box in your room with a note attached to it. You ignored the note and opened the box, revealing a red, flowy dress and you wowed when you took it to the mirror and saw how good it looked on you. If Wooyoung had chosen it for you personally, he really did have a good eye. You called a maid and wore the dress to see if it needed any alterations, but it was a surprisingly perfect fit save for the shoulders which could be fixed with a stitch.
âWherever did you find someone who knows exactly what would look good on you?â The maid sighed dreamily.Â
âI think he just got lucky,â you laughed.
âI think he knew exactly what he was doing,â she winked at you, finishing the stitching and taking her leave. You sat down with a glass of water and noticed the attached note and considered burning it but then curiosity took the better of you and you opened it-
âThe only reason I got this for you is so that I can take it off for you tomorrow night.â
You bit your lip to stifle your smile as you looked up in disbelief, cursing yourself internally at the way your stomach did a flip after reading that. You even considered getting rid of the dress, but it would be such a shame-
And truly, when you wore it and got ready, hair tied messily in a bun with loose tendrils framing the mask on your face, red painted on your lips, you had to admit- Wooyoung had you wrapped around his fingers. He was messing with your mind- no wonder you got so dolled up for him.
So the only thing you could do tonight was to not let him get the better of you. When he knocked on your door, you composed yourself and opened it but all composure broke when he grinned shamelessly.
âYou look like a hyena when you smile like that,â you commented, about to step out but he held your wrist and got you both inside so quickly that before you knew it, he had pinned you against the door.Â
âYou have no idea how crazy youâre making me right now,â he whispered against your ear and you kicked his shin lightly, making him wince as you stepped away.
âEnough of that. We have a ball to attend,â you went to the mirror to look at yourself for the last time. âWear your mask.â
âI couldnât tie it properly, so I was hoping you could pin it for me,â he dragged a seat in front of you and sat on it, handing you the mask. You rolled your eyes but grabbed a few pins from the mantle before coming back to assess the situation.
âYou should get a haircut,â you said, running your hands through his hair as you tied it in a half pony, letting the bangs from the front loose.Â
âFirst thing when I get home,â he said and you nodded, fixing his mask and asking him if it fit well before tying it and then pinning it with his hair. You were almost done when you noticed him smiling at your reflection in the mirror.
âWhat?â
âIâm getting⊠deja vu,â he said and you slapped the back of his neck but he grabbed your wrist and made you face him.
âWanna do something about this?â He pointed at the still fading bruise on his neck- the one you gave him.Â
âWhat, did you not go around parading it for the past 3 days?â You asked and he scoffed.
âIf you want me to exhibit it, then sure,â he nodded. âI could tell people that you gave it to me.â
âOh, honey,â you grabbed Wooyoungâs chin in your hand and made him look up at you, leaning forward a bit. âNo oneâs gonna believe that.â
You felt his throat bob as he licked his lips and swallowed and you watched him for a moment too long before making him tilt his head and then you did the unthinkable- you pressed your lips against the faded bruise so now it had the mark of your red lipstick instead.
âThatâs better, yeah?â You scoffed before exiting the room, grinning when you heard him shout âYouâre crazy!â from the room before he followed you, your grin widening when you saw he hadnât erased that and that it was going to be visible for the rest of the night.
You entered the ballroom and greeted anyone who recognised you both through the masks, most of them shooting Wooyoung funny looks because of the kiss mark on his neck. Anyone who asked, Wooyoung joked about Yeosang being the one who did it which earned a good laugh. A few moments later, you found your spots at the dance floor where the dances were going to be held before everyone would start partying after the King and Queen would leave.
The first dance was as normal as dancing with Wooyoung could get- occasional teasing comments, you purposely stepping on his toes, him wincing louder than he should, and then you switched partners for the rest of the dances, rotating until the last song where youâd dance a slow one with your actual partner. You got to dance with Seonghwa who had quite a few things to say about your choice of dress but you shut him up when you told him it was from Wooyoung.
âWooyoung?â He gaped at you. âWhy would he?â
âWhy would he,â you wondered as well, and then you switched to dance with Yeosang.
âIâm hearing a really sick rumour about me and Wooyoung,â he said as soon as you began dancing and you failed to stifle your smile. âI hope youâve got nothing to do with the origin of that rumour.â
âOf course not,â you smiled innocently. âThatâs Wooyoungâs doing. Shall we murder him together?â
âLetâs,â he agreed, and then you chatted about your plans for your group hangout tomorrow, deciding the menu.
During the next dance with the Prince of Halaland- Haeunâs younger brother Haneul, he introduced himself, you asked him if he was still good friends with Yunho and learned that that was why he was here.
âI know things with my sister are a bit⊠rocky, but I hope you donât mind her,â he apologised on her behalf and your heart softened.
âOh, not at all,â you told him. âWe used to be friends, after all, Haeun and I. I know what she feels right now but Iâm not going to entertain her until she comes to her senses.â
âAt least one of you is being wise about this-â
âI do tease her on purpose sometimes, though,â you winked and he laughed, saying that as friends, you could do that whenever you were going through a rough patch. Finally, you switched for the last dance and found yourself in a grumpy Wooyoungâs arms.
âYou were getting really chummy back there,â he commented.
âAre you jealous?â You asked and he nodded enthusiastically, making you laugh. âWell, you donât own me.â
âAh,â he sighed. âI wish I did.â
You narrowed your eyes at him through the mask. âYou know, I would really like to know whatâs going on in your head. What was with that note?â
âDid you keep it safe?â He smiled cheek to cheek.
âI burned it.â
He shook his head. âWhat are we gonna do about that fiery temper of yours? Well, to make things simpler, Princess, this dress youâre wearing is not helping at all with my newfound desire to⊠fuck you.â
âNewfound?â You scoffed. âAre you sure thatâs new? Because if I begin to think back, I think youâve always had one screw loose when it concerns me.â
âHmm⊠food for thought,â he agreed. âShall I then entail the things Iâd like to do to you tonight?â
âGo ahead, do your worst,â you decided to play along.
âWell,â he twirled you and brought you back in his arms as you rocked to the slow melody just like everyone else. âWhen this is over, Iâm gonna take you to your room and wipe that bloody lipstick off your lips with my own. And thenâŠâ he licked his lips and you found his hold on your waist tightening so you curled the hair on the nape of his neck. âThen Iâm going to take this dress off and mark you wherever I please.â
âOh,â you said nonchalantly. âAnd then?â
âAnd then,â he shook his head in amusement. âThen Iâm going to find out if your pussy is as filthy as your mouth.â
This time the gasp that left was every bit real. âJung Wooyoung!â
âYou asked for it,â he whispered in your ear. âTonight, Iâm going to have my way with you, Princess. Iâm going to be the one in control. Tomorrow, though⊠I could let you do whatever you please to me.â
âI never said I wanted any of this, did I?â You asked.
âYou donât need to,â he brought you closer. âYour body responding to me is indication enough.â
You bit your lips as you felt arousal pool through you and just like that, the final dance was over and the partners bowed to each other. Wooyoung said that he would find you later and dispersed in the crowd and you made your way to the drinks because there was no way you could do this without being a little high.
The rest of the night went by chatting with your friends and eating and laughing, a blur until you spotted Wooyoung waving at you from the door and calling you to join him.Â
âItâs past midnight, but it doesnât look like this party is gonna end anytime soon,â he said. âSo how about you and I⊠take our leave?â
âWhat do you really plan to do?â You poked his chest and Wooyoung raised a brow.
âAre you⊠drunk?â
âMaybe a little,â you sighed. âI canât do this if Iâm sober.â
âOh, that says a lot about you,â Wooyoung scoffed. âI know youâre not drunk, just a little tipsy. And now I know you want to do this as much as I do. And if you think you canât do it when soberâŠâ he leaned in, âThat means I must have quite an effect on you.â
âRight, maybe, and partly wrong,â you confirmed, taking his arm and pretending he was escorting you to your room like a decent human to anyone who was passing by. âI donât know why youâre doing this, but hold that thought- I think I like where weâre going. No strings attached though. Three months here, Wooyoung. Then weâre just like we were before, is that a deal?â
âHmm⊠thatâs a deal. But I must place a bet on that,â Wooyoung opened the door of your room and you stepped inside, watching him shut the door and then take off his mask. âYouâll be begging me to stay when itâs time to go back.â
âOh, how highly you think of yourself. Shouldnât it be the other way round?â You smirked and he drew closer, pulling the string of your mask so it fell in his hands and he discarded it with his own. You unclasped the fancy hook of his coat and started unbuttoning it. âI think⊠I think youâre gonna actually fall for me before our time here is over.â
Wooyoung made an impressed face. âMake me fall for you then. Try your best.â
âWow, I thought you were not going to be submissive tonight- you really canât make up your mind, can you-â
Wooyoung cupped your face in his hands, scanning it ever so slowly and you mouthed âwhat?â. He only shook his head, tucking your hair behind your ear.Â
âI donât understand how we got here, but I really like what I see right now, y/n.â
The only sound present was the cackling of the fireplace and the sound of your breaths mingling as he drew a bit closer, joining his forehead with you. âIf itâs too much, if you want to stop, tell me to stop, okay? Because I donât think I can hold back once you give me the heads-up.â
You sighed. âIâm going to pretend that Iâm drunk and Iâm letting you do this, okay?âÂ
You didnât wait for his response but made the first move, capturing his lips in a kiss and he eagerly responded, your lips fitting with each other like it was supposed to have happened that way. You shrugged his coat off, leaving him in his black button up shirt and took a step forward so he could hold you against him because you wanted to feel every bit of him as much as he wanted to. He drew apart, picking you up effortlessly and you laughed a bit as he placed you on the table and hastily put your stray hair away from your face as he kissed you again.
You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him closer, not feeling much through all the layers your dress had. Wooyoung seemed to have recognised the problem and let one hand travel to your back to figure out what to do while he put his tongue in your mouth and you exchanged heated, wet kisses, the lewd sound of it filling the room because you both knew you were enjoying that way too much. You pushed him back and muttered, âThe fucking dress you chose, Wooyoung.â
He laughed, peeking back and finding the hidden zip, glancing at you once before sliding it down and down. You held on to his neck as you rose up a little so he could drag it down, leaving you in-
âWow,â he breathed, admiring the black lace undergarments that you wore on purpose tonight.
âLike what you see?â You dragged your heels up his leg. âYou, shirt off, now.â
âYes, maâam,â he winked, unbuttoning his shirt and putting his toned chest on display, about to take it off but you told him to leave it, bringing him back where he belonged- in your arms, legs wrapped around his waist and this time he bent you down as he kissed so passionately that you moaned loudly and tugged at his hair.
âEnough of that,â he muttered, âIâve got other plans. Shall we take this to bed?â
âI think this is more⊠exciting,â you tilted your head, kissing the mark on his neck that you had left. âI think I should do this everyday so everyone knows who you belong to.â
âOh?â He caressed your cheek. âI think everyone believes thatâs Yeosang-â
âShhâŠâ you kissed his neck again, making him chuckle. âSo. Youâve successfully managed to wipe off my lipstick and take my dress off. Whatâs next?â
âLetâs seeâŠâ he ran his hands down your shoulders, tracing your waist next and you let him run his hands everywhere on your body as if he was memorising it himself, engraving your curves in his mind. He began at the same spot on your neck, biting it, his hands going to your waist and sliding to hook your panties in his thumbs that he pulled up to make you moan. He let you guide his face wherever you wanted him, let you guide him down so he could plant another hickey on your chest, and then he was trailing kisses down your waist and you stifled your groans until he reached dangerously down and you gasped.
âIâm going to ruin you tonight, you hear me?â He promised and you nodded as he went up to kiss you again while his fingers found their way under your panties and slid along your wet folds once, twice and then thrice- but he was not letting you breathe as he kissed you as well. Your legs were weak and apart now, one hand on his shoulder for support while the other moved around helplessly.Â
âWhatâs got you so wet for me, Princess?â he muttered as he broke the kiss and trailed his lips to your ears, nibbling at them. âWant me so bad? Huh?â
âShut up,â you muttered and he stopped right there.
âBeg for it, and maybe Iâll give you what you want.â
âWooyoung-â
âI said, beg for it.â
You shut your eyes in defeat, feeling his finger still hovering over your painfully throbbing clit. âPlease, Wooyoung, please. Do whatever you want.â
âNow thatâs a good girl,â he chuckled, kissing your lips and then straightening, pinning your neck to the table with one hand while he finger fucked you and your mouth parted for air as you locked eyes with him- his gaze alone was making you breathless but the way he watched you while he slid his finger inside and out of you? It was mad.
âSo fucking tight,â he slid another finger and you writhed under him as best as you could when he had you pinned down. âNever been fucked, have you?â
âI have,â you managed to say, âButâŠâ
âNot like this, huh?â His voice was deep and he squeezed your neck a little when he found out exactly how to bring you to your high- his thumb rubbing your clit as his fingers teased your insides. He watched you carefully and just when it looked like you couldnât take it anymore, he took his fingers out, examining them before making you look at him as he licked them clean and you, surprisingly enough, found it arousing enough to shiver entirely.
âMmm, you taste better than I expected,â he commented, sliding your panties off in a second and admiring your swollen area. âSo ready for me, arenât you?â
âPlease, just do something,â you whined shamelessly and he chuckled, spreading your legs apart as much as you could and blowing on your clit, making you gasp out loud, later horrified by the sound that came out of you as he laughed. âYouâre gonna regret this-â
âTomorrow, Princess,â he promised. âTonight, itâs my turn,â he said, diving right in and planting a kiss on your clit, making you want to clench your thighs but his grip on your legs was too strong for that, so you told him to wait and got up a little.
âI want⊠to watch you,â you admitted. âGrab me a cushion.â
âWow, okay, easy there,â he teased though his hard-on revealed just how much that turned him on. He made sure you were comfortable and then kissed you on your mouth until you tasted yourself on him before he got on his knees for you, just like you had wanted to, and began to kiss your inner thighs, trailing his lips to your core and practically making out with it before he started with his tongue sliding inside you, feeding on your moans as he ate you out. You tugged at his hair and when his nose brushed your clit, you almost screamed.
âJust⊠just like that,â you told him and he purposely brushed his nose against your clit again before continuing to lick your arousal like he wouldnât get to ever again, his grip on your legs tightening so much you were sure they would leave a mark of their own. He found his pace, tongue sliding once inside you and then up your folds, caught you shivering and repeated that until you were moaning so loudly anyone passing by could hear. The knot in your stomach built and tightened at an uncontrollable pace and you pulled Wooyoung even closer to you which was when he sucked your clit and you reached the climax, shuddering violently as he finished his ministrations, leaving you feeling like you were on cloud nine and could never find your way back.
âI never thoughtâŠâ he began, wiping his mouth, âthat this could be so fulfilling.â
You didnât respond, simply tried to catch your breath and get your brain to work again. Wooyoung started trailing kisses until he reached your face and made you look at him. âI was good, wasnât I?â
âYou⊠are such a slut,â you managed to say and he laughed out loud, kissing you once.Â
âYou love that and you know it,â he patted your cheek, picking you up and taking you to your bed, going through your wardrobe and picking out a green nightgown. You tossed your bra away and he raised a brow- he hadnât seen that yet.
âLike what you see, huh?â You said tiredly. âCome here.â
He tossed the gown on the bed and you made him lie down, sliding his pants down while he looked confused. You simply said, âYou look like you need it too. Now be a good little boy and let me do this.â
He chuckled and you pressed his hard bulge, earning a moan instantly which made you smile. You slid his boxers down, revealing his hard length and suddenly, you were sure you could go for a much intense second round but you held yourself back- not tonight. Not now. So you rubbed your hands up and down his length, making his eyes roll back with pleasure and you kissed the tip of it, licking down a stripe and then jerking him off, his breathy moans filling the silence of the room. You made him watch you please him until he came all over himself.Â
âIâm a good girl, alright?â You smirked as you grabbed your discarded panty and wiped his cum off of his stomach, making him groan and laugh. âI clean up well.â
âYouâre too much,â he shook his head. âYou⊠youâre too much for me.â
âPlease, you have seen nothing yet,â you promised, getting on top of him and kissing him deeply, making his length rest between your parted folds and you dared to grind once, the both of you moaning. âYou⊠have seen nothing yet, Wooyoung.â
With a final kiss, you wore your nightgown and he grabbed his boxers, about to get up but you grabbed his arm. âYou can sleep here, you know.â
âI donât think I can hold myself back if I do,â he shook his head, getting up and wearing the rest of his clothes. âMaybe next time⊠I might.â
You smiled at that and he kissed your forehead before telling you to get some sleep, but you lay lovestruck all night.
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âThatâs it. Iâm going home. Pack your stuff, Hongjoong and Seonghwa-â
Wooyoung laughed at that and you glared at him. He raised his hands in surrender. âWhat? Iâm only offering to help!â
âHeâs mocking me, donât you see?â You turned to your Right Hand and Advisor. âHe purposefully announces that I am avoiding horse-riding, mentioning nothing of my injury so everyone would think Iâm scared of horses- which I am, a little, also thanks to this brat!â
âOh, come on, are you still sour about that one time? We were 13!â
You were 13, visiting Wooyoung. That was probably the summer your relationship started changing from inseparable friends to frenemies, mostly because Wooyoung was always pranking you and teasing you about something. He had played a prank with a horse, making you believe the horse had gone rogue and you almost thought you would die. He got a beating from his mother after that incident but that didnât stop him from being a smug ass and joking about it every now and then.
You were a bit traumatised after that and it always took you a while to get used to horses before youâd feel comfortable again. But this time, you really had your ankle injury as an excuse to avoid riding, though now your ankle was fully healed and it was about time you went backâŠ
âIâll take my time getting comfortable with the horses. I donât trust him. Iâm not taking up his offer, please translate it to him because he seems to not be understanding anything Iâve said so far.â
Seonghwa groaned loudly. âYou both still act like youâre 13. Wooyoung, please stop being a jerk about this. And y/n⊠stop overreacting. If anyone else had offered you the same thing, you would have accepted.â
âYes, I would have, but this is Wooyoung!â You pointed at him and even Hongjoong started laughing along with Wooyoung. âI cannot trust him!â
âReally?â Wooyoung raised a brow. âYou donât trust me with this, but you trust me enough to do other things-â
âShut up,â you glared at him, looking at Seonghwa. âWhat can I do to get him off my back?â
âHonestly, you two need to work out your differences- youâre both adults now,â Hongjoong began and you almost cried. Your own court was ganging up on you. âI donât get you two. One moment youâre trying to kill each other and the nextâŠâ
You met Wooyoungâs eyes and he passed you a flirty gaze before winking, and you stifled a smile. Hongjoong seemed to have caught that- âSee! I donât know whatâs wrong with you two. What do you say, Seonghwa? They look chummy enough to do this together, letâs leave them be.â
âWait, what did I do?â You laughed but Hongjoong and Seonghwa werenât having any of it.
âTheyâre kids, both of them. You, Princess, are going to be riding a horse by yourself by the end of this session, otherwise Iâll make you do my paperwork for a week.â
You passed Seonghwa a death glare before asking Wooyoung to lead the way, ignoring how the two snickered behind your back. Wooyoung was clearly enjoying it but he promised to be serious.
And surprisingly, he was serious. He made you feel out the horse, made you get comfortable with it until you could pet it, and then he made you walk it with you. You were squirming most of the time but started to feel comfortable after about half an hour, which was when he helped you up. You winced a little as you settled in front of him on the horse.
âWhatâs wrong? Ankle still hurts?â He asked.
âJust wrong footing, itâs okay,â you told him and he patted your thigh.
âYou should be more careful, y/n. How did you get it injured in the first place?â
âAw, are you worried?â You turned and scratched his chin, making him shut his eyes in annoyance. âYeah, well, I fell from the stairs.â
âSo clumsy,â he shook his head. âYou should take good care of your body, okay?â
You shrugged, holding the reins and he put his hands on yours, ready to ride. He rested his chin on your shoulder, whispering, âWhat do you say I give you a foot massage tonight?â
âThat wonât be necessary, thank you very much,â you answered politely and he laughed, kissing your neck before drawing back and you gasped-
âNot in public!â
âCome on, I do that to everyone, no one cares,â he simply said and you shrugged- that was true.
âDo you do that to everyone too?â You asked as you rode at a slow pace.
âWhat?â Wooyoungâs teasing tone was an indication that he understood exactly what you meant.
âWhatever youâve been doing with me lately,â you swallowed. âDo you mess around?â
âNope,â he promised. âOnly you.â
You felt butterflies in your stomach, stifling your smile. âBetter be only me while weâre⊠together?â
âTogether,â he squeezed your hands before tightening the reins so the horse increased its pace. âHow are you feeling?â
âWhat?â You asked after a moment.
âAbout the horse. Are you okay?â
You realised youâd been too busy feeling Wooyoungâs body against you, his hands on yours, his words and breath in your ear, his face against your side that youâd totally forgotten about the horse and your little fears about messing up.
âI- Iâm okay, surprisingly.â
âI knew Iâd make a good distraction,â Wooyoung said proudly.
âYou do actually,â you laughed. âI donât think Iâm distracted enough though.â
âOh?â Wooyoung drew closer so the rocking of the horse made you fall in a rhythmic movement with his body. âHow about now?â
âI think⊠Iâd need aftercare,â you teased and he chuckled deeply.
âDo you flirt like this with anyone?â
âOnly you,â you said and he shook his head, speechless for once.
As promised, once you were all done with the horse-riding and you were following the others to dinner, falling behind as you looked around for Yuju, Wooyoung grabbed your arm and put a finger on his lips to tell you to stay quiet, taking you around the corridors until he tried one of the doors and found a small storage room, taking you in and shutting the door, immediately cupping your face and kissing you as if it was his last time. Your knees went weak in shock and you held on to him as you kissed him back, snaking your arms around his neck.
âGod, I missed your mouth,â he pecked your lips. âI missed you.â
You hmm-ed against his neck, making him exhale deeply. You pecked his neck and then caressed his face. âIâve been aching for you, Wooyoung.â
âYouâre going to be the death of me,â he laughed in defeat. âWhat do you want me to do?â
You kissed him in answer and his hands went to slide under your blouse, holding your bare waist as you explored each otherâs mouths, not even bothering to stay quiet. His thumbs hooked in the waistband of your panties and you gasped in his mouth, shaking your head.
âNot now- weâll be late for dinner. Everyone will notice.â
âTonight then?â He asked.
âIâm sleeping with Yuju tonight. Tomorrow night?â
âI have to go to town tomorrow night with Yunho,â he said and you groaned. âIâll find you, though. Tomorrow.â
You nodded, kissing him one last time before exiting first and making up the excuse of trying to find Yuju when your friends asked why you were late. Wooyoung arrived a few moments later and you ate dinner without meeting eyes, the remnants of desire still getting the better of you both.
That night, Yuju came over to your room and you both caught up on your lives now that you two finally had time alone. You two were eating chocolates on the bed as you talked about the flings back home, politics, family, and everything. She was one of your oldest friends so it always felt extremely comfortable with her. You were both bare with each other.
âSo,â you shifted so you were lying down on your stomach like Yuju. âAny progress with Seonghwa?â
âNo, butâŠâ she smiled and hid her face and you poked her arm.
âBut what? Why are you shy all of a sudden?â
âI donât think Iâm into Seonghwa anymore,â Yuju admitted, putting her hands on her cheeks.
âAnd my plan to get Seonghwa hitched fails yet again,â you sighed. âYou look like you have more to tell.â
âMake a guess, y/n.â
You paused, your past conversations replaying in your head and you gasped. âYou! You hooked up with San, didnât you!â
Yuju laughed and you wowed in disbelief, asking what exactly happened. She sighed happily. âWe were pursuing other people, teaming up to make them jealous. But during the ball, we never left each otherâs side. We were too busy with each other, and before we knew it, the ball ended. He came to drop me to my room, and somehow⊠We ended up making out-â
âEw! Thatâs cute but disgusting.â
âWe were drunk,â Yuju laughed, slapping your arm. âBut he⊠oh my god, y/n, Iâve never been kissed better. You need to get San to kiss you once because he-â
âYuju, shut up!â You groaned.Â
âAnd then we sat on the floor all night talking and making out. We passed out I donât know when, but we woke up in each otherâs arms then, pretty sober. I guess we couldnât go back from thereâŠâ
âSo you two are now an actual thing?â You asked and Yuju shrugged.Â
âMaybe. We havenât put a name to it but he asked me out on a date this weekend so I guess⊠we might be?â
âWow, youâre living the life, huh?â You smiled. You were happy for them, though this was the most unexpected outcome. âYou guys actually make a cute couple, but Iâll need a few days to process this-â
âI know,â she laughed. âIt really was unexpected for us too. Anyways, enough about me. Tell me who youâre seeing these days because youâve been glowing lately.â
âReally?â You frowned. âIâm not seeing anyone.â
âLies,â she sang. âYou reek of love.â
You made a face but couldnât stifle your smile and Yuju repeatedly poked you on your stomach until you gave in. âOkay, okay. Wooyoung and I may have, uhâŠâ you tried to find a word but couldnât. âWe, uh⊠weâre not dating, hell no. But we-â
âYou hooked up with Wooyoung!â Yujuâs scream, you were pretty sure, could be heard for miles. You tried to shut her up but she was dancing around the room.
âI fucking knew it!â She laughed in disbelief. âI knew there was no way you werenât fucking each other. Youâd be blind if you havenât noticed how Wooyoung looks at you-â
âHeâs a pervert, of course he looks at me like that-â
âNo, you donât see, y/n,â Yuju shook her head knowingly. âI know it when a man is in love, and I know that you both would rather die than admit youâre in love, but everyone knows it, you hear me? Everyone sees it.â
âNo they donât,â you frowned.
âYes, theyâre all pretty sure you have something going on.â
âThatâs old news though,â you said. âPeople always thought there was something between me and Wooyoung even when there was nothing but pure hate.â
âBut how do you feel about him now?â Yuju wiggled her brows.
You sighed deeply, sitting and drawing your knees to your chest. âI donât know, actually. Weâre only taking advantage of each other, itâs nothing like that, but⊠Iâve never felt so⊠alive, Yuju. He brings out a different person in me- one that even I donât know existed.â
âOh?â Yuju raised her brows. âTell me more.â
âWell,â you thought about it. âHe just⊠makes me feel more confident in myself. I donât know if heâs pretending to or if itâs real but he makes me feel like a fucking queen which is funny because in public we miss no chance to humiliate each other, but when weâre alone⊠even when weâre not hooking up which is pretty recent by the way, he just always says or does something that makes me confused.â
âIt sounds like you didnât really get that part right. It doesnât sound like youâre actually taking advantage of each other.â
âWeâre only hooking up while weâre here, because weâre both lonely.â
âYeah, whatever helps you both sleep at night,â Yuju dismissed. âSo the hickey was from him, right?â
You passed her a side-eye before nodding. âI was so confused when he did that to me. He made me watch it. Like we were having a cute platonic moment and suddenly he does something like that and expects me to be the same? And then heâs driving me insane so I decided to get revenge, and one thing led to another and somehow, weâre here.â
âDamn,â Yuju breathed. âYouâll figure it out soon, I hope, but I donât think you can go back from that.â
âI know, thatâs whatâs eating me up,â you admitted. âI donât think I can go back from this, butâŠâ you took a deep breath. âItâs only the beginning. Iâll think about that later.â
âYeah, because right now you two are horny and are pretending to not be in love as you satisfy each other. What a great idea, especially when you two are always at each otherâs throats!â Yuju laughed. âMust call for some wild sex-â
âShut up,â you laughed, âWait till you get it done with San. I canât wait until he finds out what a hoe you can be.â
Yuju winked at you. âHeâs not such a saint himself.â
âReally?â You frowned. âHe acts like a ball of cloud so I donât knowâŠâ
âHeâs a monster-â
âOkay, thatâs your cue to shut up,â you put your hands over your ears. âI want to keep my clean image of San intact, thank you very much.â
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You were dreaming.
The tension from your shoulders was relaxing, and all your worries were fading away, being kissed away, small pecks across whatever skin was exposed through your camisole. You were sleeping on clouds so you shifted, smiling to yourself, and the hands running across your arms were warm-
You gasped as you opened your eyes, getting up and getting your eyes to adjust to the darkness as you looked at the body beside you-
âIâm sorry, did I scare you?â Wooyoungâs low voice asked, putting a worried hand over your shoulder. âIâm sorry-â
âNo, itâs okay,â you told him, putting your hair away from your face. âFuck, I thought I was dreaming. When- how did you get here?â
âI may have stolen some keysâŠâ
You started laughing at that after a moment and it looked like that made Wooyoung relax too. He pulled you closer in a hug, cradling your body. âIâm sorry that I scared you. I was only going to sleep next to you so I was giving you a few goodnight kisses. I didnât mean to wake you up.â
This. Moments like this when you wondered if it would actually be so bad if you and Wooyoung got together. And this wasnât the first time- even when you were friends- or frenemies, as everyone called you, you had these moments a lot, which was how you were able to tolerate Wooyoung. Yes, he was a menace, but he was also the most caring, loving person you knew.
You wrapped your arms around his waist. âItâs okay, Woo. You should have woken me up, I was waiting for you.â
âReally?â He looked at you, only the full moon illuminating the room. âYou waited for me?â
âYou told me to, dumbass,â you slapped his chest. âWhat time is it anyway?â
âAround 2,â he told you and you nodded, shifting in his lap. âYou wanna go back to sleep?â
Your stomach did a somersault. âWhy waste the night sleeping?â
Wooyoung tilted his head as he looked down at you, one arm under you. He brought his hand to caress your face, looking at you with an indecipherable look in his eyes.Â
âWhatâs wrong?â You asked- there was clearly something eating him up but he shook his head before joining his lips with yours in the most slowest, sensual kiss you had ever received. He made you lie down on the bed as he continued to kiss you, slow and steady, one hand still caressing your face while the other traced your body. You found yourself lost in that pleasure- you never knew only kissing like this could make you feel so⊠bare. He broke apart, peppering kisses all over your face and making you giggle, then pecking your lips multiple times, never looking away from your eyes.
âWooyoung,â you breathed. âYouâre being⊠different.â
âDo you not like it?â He asked, waiting for your response and you frowned at how he wasnât even teasing you about it.
âI like it,â you admitted. âPlease continue.â
He smiled and got back to kissing you, trailing his lips down your neck and planting kisses there as well. You made a decision then- to not question Wooyoung. To let him be rough with you when he wanted, to let him be this soft with you even though it was making it feel like you two werenât simply just hooking up for the heck of it, but-
Making love. Thatâs what it was right now, as Wooyoung took off your camisole, leaving your upper body bare. He gently ran his hands over your waist, up to your chest, palming your breasts before going down on one and kissing it, and then the other, playing with you until you moaned out loud enough to his liking. You pushed him away to take off his shirt as well, running your own hands down his chest, tracing his sculpted muscles before kissing him again and then your tongues were exploring each otherâs mouth as things picked up a pace and you tugged at his hair a bit roughly, making him groan into the kiss.
âI love it when you do that to me,â he whispered in your ear, nibbling at your earlobe before trailing kisses down your neck, licking and sucking on his way down to your waist, uneven moans escaping your mouth which just seemed to please him further. He pushed the sheets away, taking off your panties and slowly ran his hands up and down your thighs, making you writhe under his touch.Â
âYouâre so beautiful, y/n,â he breathed against your left thigh, trailing kisses up until he reached your core and you gasped when he planted a kiss on your swollen clit before licking a stripe up your wet folds, scoffing at how wet you were just from kissing alone. âDo I make you feel so good? That youâre soaked like this?â
You bit your lips at the sudden change in his tone and he didnât wait for your answer as he started playing with your clit using his thumb, his tongue diving right in and you let out a strangled breath, struggling to keep your thighs apart for him but then ditching the idea when he got rougher, sliding a finger in you and you clenched your eyes shut at the overwhelming sensation of the combination. He was soon sliding a second finger, glancing at you to make sure you were okay, diving deeper.
âSo tight for me, arenât you?â He got closer to your face, grabbing your chin. âYou still havenât answered my question, sweetheart.â
âWhat⊠question?â You asked, momentarily pausing when he shifted his fingers in you and started going at a slower pace, also slowing your approaching high.
âHow do I make you feel?â He asked again, running his thumb over your lips and pressing against your clit with his thumb.
âSo⊠good,â you breathed, overthrown by the action. âPlease, Iâm close-â
âThen tell me exactly how I make you feel,â he asked in a low voice.
âYouâre driving me insane,â you told him, âBut I bet you can see that too.â
He smiled in satisfaction, kissing you deeply as he started rubbing your clit in circles, the feeling of that and his fingers pumping in and out of you finally making you reach your climax and you moaned in the kiss as you squirmed, wearing out the high. He drew apart, examining the mess you had made on his hands and shaking his head at it before he licked them clean and then-
Then put his fingers in your mouth. âHow do you like that? Do you like tasting yourself on me?â
You sucked them clean and breathed. âYouâre really loving this, arenât you?â
âOh, Iâm nowhere near done yet,â he promised and that quickly, a new wave of arousal spread through your body. You brought him down with you and shifted positions, getting on top of him and then slowing down pace-
If he had confused you, so could you. So you forgot everything and started kissing him gently, slowly, like he had. You found him motionless for a few moments, only kissing you back before he brought his hands to your waist, slowly caressing the skin as he let you kiss him for however long you liked.
You pulled at his lower lip before drawing back, kissing every place you liked- his forehead, the mole under his eye, the tip of his nose, his Adam's apple- that earned a groan and you started to grind on him, feeling his very hard bulge through his pants.Â
âWhat would you like to do tonight?â You asked him as you rode him at a steady pace. âTell me how you want me tonight, Wooyoung. Iâll let you do anything.â
âAnything?â He asked, running his hands across your shoulders.
âAnything,â you nodded, pecking his chin. âDo you want to feel yourself inside me?â
Wooyoung shut his eyes at that, smiling like an idiot. âI didnât think thatâs how youâd approach that topic.â
âItâs about time, though,â you unbuckled his pants. âSo? Want me to ride you?â
âI donât know if we can-â
âI mean⊠Iâm on contraceptives. I could let you⊠fuck me raw.â
âOh god,â he groaned, getting up and capturing your mouth in a heated kiss, drawing apart. âCan I?â
You nodded, helping him take off his pants and underwear in one motion, his hard length free now. You shifted so he could take care of it and he understood, getting on top of you and positioning himself at your entrance, the feeling of his cock rubbing against your folds already making you feel a rush inside yourself. You threw your head back and groaned as he entered slowly, making sure you were okay, caressing your skin as he fully entered you, experimentally moving inside you-
âGosh, youâre so fucking tight, y/n,â he groaned with you. âThis good?â
âYeah,â you breathed, âLet me get on top of you.â
âAs you wish,â he shifted your positions and you felt fuller, grinning at the sensation. Wooyoung ran his hands up and down your thighs, squeezing them as you started riding him, his eyes watching you rock against him, loving the way you bounced on top of him, your moans mingling as you found your pace. He sat up a little, putting his arms around you as if he could bring you closer, kissing you again and you couldnât get enough of the feeling- skin on skin, nothing keeping you apart.Â
âI love this so much,â you breathed, your legs keeping him tucked close as you rocked slowly. âI love this so fucking much, Wooyoung.â
âMe too,â he admitted. âIâve never felt so good, youâreâŠâ he kissed you. âIncredible.â
You wanted to tell him more. You wanted to tell him to stop. You wanted to tell him that you always wanted to feel like this, that you wished this would never end, but you also wanted to tell him to stop saying he never felt like this, that you were incredible, because you couldnât take it. He seemed to have understood that, though.
âWhatâs holding us back, y/n?â he dared ask.
âI donât know,â you buried your face in the crook of his neck. âJust⊠right now, just ruin me and then hold me in your arms for the rest of the night. Can you do that?â
He kissed you in answer, shifting again so he was back to being on top of you, steadily pumping in and out of you as you kissed, as he wiped the tears that left your eyes. Your kisses got sloppier as you both approached your highs, moans louder, hands wilder as they explored each other, and when you finally reached your climax together-
It was epic. There was no feeling to describe it- the feeling of his body quivering on top of you, arching against each other, his moans and yours ringing in the air, every nerve in your body reaching a euphoric high as warmth filled you- you thought you could die from pleasure, thatâs how intense it was. He rocked in you unsteadily as you both finished before falling on top of you and you held him close, breathless.
There was no need for words, not anymore. You shifted so you were half on top of him when he pulled out, drawing the covers on top of you both. You drew his hair away from his face, kissing his forehead and pecking one of his eyelids before joining his forehead with yours. He caressed your face ever so lovingly, kissing you once before drawing apart and continuing to caress your cheekbone.
The two of you, in each otherâs arms, watched each other, sure affirmations passed in the way you caressed each otherâs skin or kissed until you fell asleep.
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Something seemed to have changed between the two of you ever since that night, and you werenât sure if it was for the better or worse.
Wooyoung was still, well, Wooyoung. He got worse at times with teasing you in public or making fun of you until you cursed him out loud in front of everyone, but it was nothing out of the ordinary.Â
It was what you two did in private that was different.
He passed up no opportunity to get you alone and kiss you, at least, or indulge you in some dry humping. Those stolen moments, though, were nothing compared to what was going on at night time.
At first, he had been a bit distant, but then you, during one of your makeout sessions, joked about how he was so gentle that night that you wondered if someone had possessed him. You told him that you had heard a rumour that even San could be a monster in bed-
âThatâs who you suggested, wasnât it?â You recalled and Wooyoungâs gaze got hard. âI distinctly remember you telling me San would make a good suitor. Maybe I should consider-â
He obviously had no idea that you were joking and San was now with your best friend, but you wondered if it was only jealousy when he fucked you like no tomorrow, on the floor. He was rough, he was filthy, and he made you come more times in a span of an hour then you could count, making you almost cry by the end of it, but when he rocked inside of your oversensitive walls to approach your almost-there climax, he had the audacity to choke you when you came, making it more intense than it had to be as you finally cried through it.
He breathed harshly in your ear. âYouâre mine. You hear me?â
âIâm yours,â you answered, squeezing his arm.
âSay it louder.â
âIâm yours,â you said with surety and he finally came inside you, collapsing beside you.Â
Moments like those made you wonder where you two stood. You decided to ask him if he ever called you âhisâ again, but he didnât. Not again. You two kissed, fucked roughly, sometimes lovingly, but he never called you his again.
And with each passing day, that made the hole in your heart bigger.
Had you started something you couldnât handle? Did you take him easy because he was Wooyoung, the friend you loved and hated at the same time? Did you think you wouldnât fall for him if you were mean to him?Â
Because you were falling for him-
No. You had fallen for him long ago. Maybe before you two ever kissed.Â
But it was Wooyoung. You never knew what was going through his head, so you resorted to being mean to him. If your feelings were one-sided, he would never let you live it down. Perhaps you realised that ages ago and put this wall between you as your defence mechanism. He had you wrapped around his fingers all along, yet you never noticed until it was too late-
Until you experienced what it would be like to be loved by Wooyoung- if you could call what he did âloveâ- he would find your eyes from across the room and share a smile, have your back whenever Haeun or someone else bullied you (mostly because he claimed only he was allowed to bully you), look at you with an intensity that made you fold in yourself, kissed you like he needed it, held you as if you could break, as if he never wanted to let you go, and worshipped your body as he made love to you.Â
You realised then, that if things stayed the same and you two parted just like this, youâd never be able to move on. You needed to let him know some way, but you also needed to find out what he felt, because it was mostly his fault for making you feel so confused. If he had simply only come to fuck you and leave, you would have understood. You would have known his only goal was to satiate his somewhat questionable desires so youâd do the same. Youâd perhaps hate him more by the end of it, but since he was almost acting like he was actually your boyfriend now? He needed to be responsible for it.
Two months were nearing their end just like that. You looked up at the sky and sighed- you had chosen this spot on the roof to get some air as you sorted your thoughts out. There was another secret passageway that you accessed to get to the roof- one that Yunho told you of years ago. You had asked him a few days ago if going to the roof was still safe, which was how you found yourself here tonight, the cool breeze relaxing you as you stretched-
You heard footsteps behind you and you turned, breaking into a smile. âThink of the devil.â
âI thought youâd be here,â Yunho said, sitting beside you on the bench. âThinking about me?â
âI was wondering when youâd come find me here,â you admitted. âItâs been a while since we caught up, right?â
âYeah, I really donât get time to breathe these days,â he admitted, laughing. âMy idea to call everyone here was good but I didnât know itâd be this tiring.â
âWell, letâs hope you get to be the guest next summer instead of the host,â you smiled. âItâs really fun here though. Are you enjoying it?â
âOh, I am,â he nodded enthusiastically. âThere is a lot going on here.â
âSure is,â you scoffed, knowing he was referring to the latest news. âYou were right about someone going back engaged. Just never thought itâd be San of all the people.â
âYeah,â he whistled. âI hope their parents are as enthusiastic about this idea as they are.â
âI hope so too. I hope itâs not just something theyâre feeling in⊠the moment. Yujuâs not the type though, and neither is San.â
âWhat about you? Found a suitor yet?â He wiggled his brows.Â
âIs that what we came here for? To find partners? You should have said in your letter âMatchmaking Serviceâ then- and what about you?â
Yunho grinned at what you said. âMe? Iâm still a loner.â
âThatâs what Iâm asking, you idiot. Why are you still a loner? I thought she was interested in you?â
âShe wasnât serious about this. I donât do flings,â he admitted and you felt a pang in your chest but also felt sorry for him.
âWhatâs her name? Iâm going to kill her for breaking your heart first thing tomorrow-â
âNo,â he laughed loudly. âIâm good. No hearts broken here. You, though, look like you just broke up without getting in a relationship.â
You narrowed your eyes at him. âWhat do you know?â
âNothing,â he shook his head innocently.
âCome on, spill. You canât lie to me, Yunho, you know that.â
Yunho considered for a moment. âI donât know much. All I know is Wooyoung drunk-cried and kept calling your name.â
âWait, Wooyoung got drunk? Thatâs more surprising than him crying.â
âI know,â he sighed. âYou know heâs always in his senses when heâs drunk, right? He only pretends to be drunk to tease you. But this time, it was just him and me. He actually got drunk. He didnât say anything else so I donât know whatâs going on between you two, but he was a mess, y/n.â
Your heart sank as you processed what he had said. Why would Wooyoung be a mess? Was it just because he wanted to be with you because he was drunk, orâŠ
âAre you going to tell me anything? Because I know for a fact something happened between you two before Wooyoung became a drunken mess.â
âReally? How?â
âYou two are not the best actors,â he said and you pursed your lips in shame. âMaybe no one else has noticed but honestly? Not subtle at all.â
You scoffed at that. âThatâs on Wooyoung. Heâs shameless.â
âYou look pretty lovestruck when you think heâs not watching,â Yunho said and you sighed.
âOkay, yeah. Weâre⊠having a fling, if you can call it that-â
âDamn, not what I expected.â
âYeah, whatever. Problem is⊠I may have caught feelings for him. And now Iâm realising Iâve had feelings for him from way before.â
âYou could have asked me, I would have confirmed it for you,â Yunho laughed. âYouâve always looked at Wooyoung differently, y/n, whether you admit it or not-â
âThatâs because heâs a menace-â
âAnd he also treats you differently than the rest of us- or any of us, for that matter,â Yunho added and you shut up. âYouâre both too hotheaded, egotistic to ever admit you could genuinely like each other. But⊠I think nowâs a good time.â
âWell, Iâm not the one whoâs doing that,â you raised your hands in surrender. âAnd you can tell Wooyoung that he can stop being a drunken mess, man up and talk to me about it. Donât tell him I said that.â
âIâll convey the message,â Yunho nodded. âI hope everything sorts out. Itâs be weird if you two got awkward after this.â
âYeah,â you sighed again. âItâd be strange.â
âBecause,â Yunho began, âYou two always looked like you could kill each other one second and make out the next. Now itâs different because you look like you could do both of those at the same time.â
You laughed at that. âI really could. I should make up my mind, huh?â
Two days later, Wooyoung was in your room, roaming around and moving everything from its place subtly to annoy you as you finished writing and signing some important documents from back home. You signed the last one and took a deep breath, arranging everything before looking at Wooyoung from where you were sitting, currently poking at the fire.
âYou seem to be tired.â
âIâm not,â Wooyoung turned to you. âWhat makes you think so?â
âYouâre not talking,â you pointed out and he gaped at you more in surprise that you could notice that.
âNot tired,â he repeated, âjust thinking about some stuff.â
âWhat stuff?â
âYou know,â he tossed the poker away, âto keep myself from fucking you right on this table with all these âimportant documentsâ under you. Maybe I could sign on your body too. Seal it with a stamp, eh?â
It was more Wooyoungâs dark gaze than his words that made you bite your lips and look away. âShut up.â
âNo, really,â he was smiling as he came closer. âI could do that right now too.â
It was amazing how quickly you became aroused when he said stuff like this.Â
One moment you were sitting, and the next?
You were on that very table where he had done something like this for the first time. Your legs were wrapped around his waist, keeping him locked to your body as you put your arms around his neck, his hands holding your neck and angling you better as you exchanged open mouthed kisses, not caring how much sound you were making because the sound of your wet kisses made you both crazy.
âOh god,â you moaned into his mouth. âYouâre so good to me, baby.â
âYou like when I do this?â He asked, kissing your neck just like he had the first time and you gasped, clenching his hair in your fist as he marked you, making you squirm underneath him. He broke apart to admire his work, smiling proudly and you slapped his arm.
âStop looking at me like that,â you said.
âLike what?â
âJust⊠shut up and kiss me,â you started unbuttoning his shirt and he obeyed, kissing you, letting you take off his shirt and run your hands all over his toned body, let you put a hand in his pants and palm his cock as your kisses got more heated and deeper, let you take off his pants which was when he broke apart to slide the dress off of you as well, laughing as you undressed in a hurry until nothing but air kept you apart.
You spread your arms and he buried his nose in the crook of your neck, nuzzling the space sweetly as you both rocked back and forth.Â
Another moment that should not have happened.
You urged him up, trailing your lips across his face and asked him to get inside you. He scoffed in amusement, âNo prep?â
âI donât need it,â you scoffed back and he shook his head when he noticed how soaked you were. He rubbed the head of his cock over your clit and wet folds a few times, making you almost break apart before sinking inside you slowly, deeply, settling and letting you both delve in the sensation. You resorted to kissing his neck in the meanwhile and he started moving inside you slowly, surely, like he had done so many times now.
You sighed in pleasure, throwing your head back and Wooyoung gently laid you on the table, surprising you when he held your legs and put them on top of his shoulders- a new position that made his cock feel way deeper inside you, the sensation of his movements also heightened. He noticed your parted mouth and he moved experimentally, making you both gasp.
âGosh, youâre so tight. You like this?â He asked and you nodded, letting him hold your legs by the calf as he banged relentlessly into you as if challenging you to moan louder with each thrust, and you could do nothing but deliver, your climax approaching quicker than it had in any of your previous sessions.Â
âIâm- so close, Wooyoung, please,â you managed to say, trying to hold on to something on the table but finding nothing.Â
âYeah?â He breathed. âIâm gonna make you see stars tonight, baby.â
That was a promise he fulfilled as he thrust deeper into you and you came all over him, breaking apart right there. Wooyoung chuckled deeply at the sight, pulling out of you.
âIâm not done with you, yet,â he told you and a faint smile crept on your lips as you asked him to take you to bed. He picked you up effortlessly and then you were on your bed and catching your breaths, him caressing your face as he kissed you deeply.
âTell me something tonight, y/n,â he breathed against your ears after trailing kisses down that path. âWould you have done this with anyone else?â
âDone what?â You asked, genuinely confused.
âThis,â he looked at you and you tucked his hair back, tracing his jawline. âI want to know if it could have been anyone else instead of me.â
Moments like these.
âAnd⊠why would you want to know that?â
You could see that he was holding back, shrugging it off with a smile. âI just do.â
âWell,â you shifted in his arms. âNo one else is such a fucking menace and no one drives me crazy like you do, so I guess⊠probably not?â
âGosh, Iâm gonna miss this mouth of yours so much,â Wooyoung kissed you once and caressed your face. âI have to go back soon, baby.â
âHow soon?â You managed to ask.
âI donât know yet, but I know weâre short on time,â he kissed your cheek. âI want to make the most of the time we have.â
You were pretty sure he had heard the sound of your heart break- or at least caught the look in your eyes. You nodded and he paused in the middle of caressing your hair.
âWhatâs wrong?â
âNothing,â you said after a moment, smiling and shifting in his arms. âLetâs just make the most of the time we have, yeah?â
He nodded though he wasnât smiling anymore. âHow do you want me tonight?â
An open invitation. You smiled sadly as you took the leap of risk.Â
âI want you to hug me. I want you to kiss me like thereâs no tomorrow. I want you to make love to me, not fuck me like you just did. Then I want to hold you as we sleep, and wake up with you.â
Wooyoungâs heart sank. âYou know, I would have done that anyway.â
âYou know, youâre really bad at keeping boundaries, Wooyoung,â you started, the rage youâd been subsiding for a while now finally brimming out. âFrom the moment we started whatever this is⊠I donât know-â you broke off and Wooyoung held your hands as an attempt to make you face him.
âFinish saying that,â he practically ordered and you glared at him.
âI just want to know where we stand, Wooyoung. Are we ending this tonight? Are we going to be just friends the next time we meet and pretend nothing happened here? Can you forget what happened here?â
âIf you want me to forget, I will,â his jaw clenched though he seemed calm.Â
âAnd if I donât?â You dared ask and he met eyes with you, a thousand words unspoken between you two. He moved to join his forehead with you and the way your heart fluttered was unlike any moment you had shared so far.
âI donât know what to do with you, y/n. Iâll do whatever you want.â
âOh, god,â you drew away and hid your face in your hands as you processed that. âJust tell me how you want this to end.â
âI donât want us to break up,â his voice was low. âI⊠tell me what you want. Iâll be okay.â
âIâve told you so many times,â you cried, finally looking at him, âin so many ways. Iâm still afraid youâll make fun of me if I show you what I really want.â
âGod, no. I would never make fun of something like that, so tell me how you feel about me, please. Iâm begging you, and I really hope weâre on the same page here, y/n, because I donât know how Iâll move on if we arenât.â
âYouâre stupid,â you laughed between crying, making him laugh as well. âYouâre a menace and you donât let me breathe, but youâre also my best friend and you know me like no one else does. I donât know how long Iâve loved you like this, but itâs long enough that I got so confused, and then you pulled this stunt and now weâre here and Iâm a mess because if you donât love me like I do⊠I donât think I can move on.â
âSee, that wasnât so hard, was it?â Wooyoung laughed, kissing your knuckles. âIâm only like this when Iâm with you. You know that, right?â
You nodded and he continued. âYouâre my oldest friend and Iâve loved you for so long now. I took such a risk pulling this stunt but when you⊠when you kissed me back that night? You looked like you wanted to hurt me. What could I make of that? I let you have your way with me, and I kept falling deeper in love with you. I love it when you call me yours. I love it when you tell me thereâs no one else who could make you feel this way, but had I known these were your confessions of love, I would have dropped to my knees right there.â
You laughed at that. âYouâre so⊠oh god, I canât look at you right now,â you drew away and hid your face in the blankets but Wooyoung wasnât having any of it- he got on top of you, littering kisses everywhere on your back until you had to stop him because it tickled.
âLook at me,â his voice was deep and he crawled up to you, pinning your wrists to the side as he made you meet eyes with him. âYouâre beautiful in every way- even this dirty mouth of yours,â he pecked your lips and you grinned. âYouâve always had me wrapped around your fingers, do you know that? Iâm always waiting for you. I donât know how long Iâve felt like this but Iâve wanted nothing more than to be with you. I love you so much, y/n-â he kissed you deeply and you met his energy back as if you could tell him that yes- you felt exactly the same.Â
He let go of your wrists only to hold you to himself as he kissed you passionately, and now that your feelings were out in the open you couldnât believe how different it felt. He craned one arm under you and held the back of your neck, the other repeatedly caressing your face as you basically devoured each other, and you made his cock slide between your folds so you could grind on him as you kissed, moaning into it and he didnât let you breathe once. He swallowed every strangled gasp and groan that left you as he grinded back on you.
With much effort, you pulled him away only to look at him pleadingly and he understood, sliding his cock inside you and groaning loudly, peppering kisses all over your face before he hugged you.
âGosh, I love you so much,â he tried moving but you kept your arms wrapped tightly around him, locking your legs around him.
âPlease, stay like this for a moment,â you breathed, kissing his cheek. âI love this feeling. Tell me you love me again.â
âYouâre going to end me,â he nuzzled your face with his nose. âI love you to death.â Your walls twitched at that and he groaned in your ears. âYou like it when I tell you how much I love you?â
âYes,â you sighed. âOh, gosh, yes.â
âYouâre mine,â he said and your walls twitched again and he couldnât take it anymore- he thrusted inside you deep and hard, making you bite his shoulder to keep from screaming. âYou hear me? Youâre mine to love and mine to fuck.â
âIâm all yours,â you rocked against him. âI love you. I love you so much that itâs breaking me apart.â
Wooyoung nodded, kissing you again as he increased his pace, his thrusts wild but his kisses gentle, murmuring about how much he loved this repeatedly in your ears and when he groaned in the crook of your neck as he thrusted hard, you finally came with an unexpected rush, him joining seconds later but he kept thrusting to it as if he could mark it in your walls, deep, that he was yours and you were his.
You caught your breaths as you lay in each otherâs arms and you cleared your throat. âYou know, if you hadnât been such a fucking idiot, we could have figured this out way earlier and I would not have felt like shit this whole time-â
âShhâŠâ he pecked your nose. âI donât regret doing it this way. It was fun, no?â
âIâm pretty sure I would have rejected you if you asked nicely,â you wondered, nodding. âSo I guess I should be thankful that youâre a menace?â
âYou love it,â he grinned and you smiled, watching his breathing relax and his eyes shut.
âYou better be coming to see me next month in my home with a proposal ring, Wooyoung. Iâm not having you any other way.â
Wooyoung opened his eyes at that. âYou sure?â
âYouâre still not sure?!â You groaned. âGet out of my bed, Jung Wooyoung-â
âIâm only playing,â he laughed hysterically as you tried kicking him away. âAre we always going to be like this?â
âIsnât this who we are?â You smiled. âNo point changing now, right? Besides⊠I quite like you when youâre being annoying as hell.â
Wooyoung got on top of you and kissed you deeply, sliding his tongue in you and though you were tired, you found yourself making out with him again. He drew back, playing with the rock of your necklace.
âI quite like this filthy mouth of yours too. I wouldnât have it any other way. Oh my god, momâs gonna be so happy when she learns we finally gave in to each other.â
You frowned. âDid she already know?â
âKind of. She made me buy this necklace for you and asked me to man up and confess. I had a better idea instead-â
The gasp that left you was unreal and you grabbed the nearest object- pillow- and smacked him hard, his high pitched laugh ringing in the air.
synopsis : in which two rivals are forced into working together, making them the âitâ couple of the modelling industry. trailer.Â
pairing : seonghwa x reader.
theme ( s ) : romcom, angst & smut.
word count : 36.7K
ây/n for donatella versace!â
you grab a sip of the coffee, the only thing keeping you awake from your intense jet lag from a flight from new york to milan for the fashion week.
âokay,â youâre stopped, eyes closing as the makeup artists do the very last second touch-ups on your face. âyouâre closing the show off with donatella in the middle, gigi on the left and you on the right.â
Synopsis: Loving Jung Wooyoung wasnât worth it. Loving him wasnât worth a god damn bone in your body. Yet here you are. Loving Jung Wooyoung made you hurt. It was a pain you were willing to endure for so long.
Warning/s: Angst. Hurt to comfort. Some fluff. Mentions of food and alcohol.
Rinaâs notes: This is probably my favourite thing Iâve written kind of gagged! For texts white is someone else and blue is you! Sumin and Ningning what are you doing here?? There may be some spelling and grammar mistakes, I just havenât had time to clean it up! Not too proud of the ending as I donât really know how to end stuff sorry!!!!!
Tags: @newworldnet
Loving Jung Wooyoung is like watching your heart getting ripped out and doing nothing to stop it. Itâll happen again so why bother. Your heart aches as he smiles as Sumin knowing full well sheâd never love him as much as you do. But what you do know is that she makes him happy and thatâs all you can ask for at this point.
The sounds in the cafe had gradually faded out as you watched the pair lovingly gaze into each otherâs eyes. They were both so content with being in each otherâs presence youâre sure theyâd forgotten you were even there with them. Neither of them had spoke to you nor looked in your direction for a while, leaving you to trace your finger in the grooves of your mug.
Your eyes drifted from the couple to the chalkboard above the counter, after reading it you look around the room. You do everything but look at the couple.
âSo what about you?â Sumin smiles at you, breaking you out of your daze.
You return the smile, slightly lost, and reply. âWhat about me?â
âWhatâs your favourite thing to do? Itâd be nice to know you more, seeing as youâre his best friend and all.â Itâs always that last line that gets you but she says it so politely you arenât sure if it was supposed to come off as condescending.
âOh.â You think for a moment. âI donât do much. I stay inside.â You give her an awkward smile, looking over at Wooyoung to say something.
He puts his hand on your shoulder and nods. âThatâs something though, kiddo.â
Before you can get another word in he lets go of you and continues talking to Sumin about whatever they were before. Slowly you reach into the bag on your lap and pull out your phone. You see Sanâs name on the screen along with a text message and open it discreetly.
Is everything going alright?
just call pls
i wanna go
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You make an effort to turn your phone off of silent and after a few moments it rings loudly, cutting off the conversation happening next to you. âItâs San.â You place the phone on ear closest to Wooyoung and San says something about needing your help but you donât really register it. You simply pick up your bag, pull out your wallet, place some money next to your cold drink, wave to the pair and leave. You can hear them both say goodbye but you shut the door just as quickly as you open it.
After leaving you turn the corner and see the pair through the window, they go back to talking as usual. Wooyoung laughing at something Sumin says and you can almost hear his hearty laugh as if you were still in there.
San hears your irregular breaths and his heart breaks for you. âDo you want me to pick you up?â
âHeâs so happy.â You let out a shaky sigh.
âIâll come and get you.â Keys jingle on the other end of the line and you can hear Byeol meow at San for leaving.
âTheyâre so happy, together.â You study the smile on Wooyoungâs face. He doesnât cover his mouth with his hand and instead reaches for hers. His smile reaches his eyes, as does hers.
âWait at Aurora, itâs Hongjoongâs shift.â You nod, although he canât see it he knows.
Your phone slowly slips back into your bag, youâre not sure if you put the phone down or if San has but you register that itâs no longer in your hand. You finally tear your eyes away from the pair and drag your feet two blocks to Hongjoong and Seonghwaâs store.
Itâs a silent walk.
There are no cars on the road. There are no people in the street. There are no birds chirping.
Youâre left with your thoughts. Dangerous, really.
This is the first time heâs been so enthusiastic about having you meet someone, he pushed so hard for it and how could you say no to that face. The face youâve loved so dearly since 8th grade.
She is the first girlfriend of his that had smiled at you and spoke to you and asked about you, something that gains Wooyoungâs stamp of approval. She offered to pay for your drink and even gave you a book youâd been meaning to read that she had on hand. She didnât judge you for being a homebody nor did she pass comment on it.
Sumin was lovely. Thatâs what you hated more than anything.
Hongjoong had clearly been warned about your arrival because by the time you arrive thereâs a hot chocolate on your usual booth and a small post it note next to it. Your heart clenches at Hongjoongâs gesture, not because it hurts you but because youâd missed being there.
The place was empty, his lunch rush had ended as all the sweet treats on display were gone and Yeosang was wiping tables.
You go straight to the booth quietly, getting a small smile from the man behind the counter as you walk past him. Placing your bag next to you, you pick up the note.
âItâs on me.â
Simple and short but enough to remind you thatâs exactly what Sumin said that made Wooyoung kiss her on the cheek while wrapping his arm around her while you were in line together. Of course Wooyoung was affectionate, he always has been but not like that in a long time. Heâd hug and hold hands and give San or Yeosang the occasional kiss on the cheek but thatâs where it ended.
You keep staring at the note before wordlessly folding it and putting it at the edge of the table.
âDo you think he doesnât know?â Youâre not sure who youâre speaking to, yourself, Hongjoong or Yeosang.
âHonestly?â Yeosang responds, his voice telling you heâs close. You nod and he sighs. âI donât think he does.â Looking over at Yeosang he comes and sits opposite you. âI think heâs so wrapped up in his own world heâs not looking right in front of him.â
He watches as you take a sip of the warm drink. It provides no comfort to you as it usually would. You feel empty. Just as you place the drink down you hear San enter.
Thereâs nothing but pity in his eyes.
The cycle continues and heâs not sure how much longer he can let it go on.
Loving Jung Wooyoung is like being at the beach on a sunny day. Itâs warm for a moment before it gets too hot and you get burnt. Youâd endured it for so many visits so whatâs one more, after all youâll be out of it soon. Itâs hot in the house, there are too many bodies and not one window open. Wooyoung had told you it was a nice gathering between friends and not a full blown party, hence the long sleeve shirt and jeans. He lied to you but at least the rest of the group is here.
âI was hoping to see you again! Our meeting was cut short last time!â Sumin rests her elbow on your shoulder and shouts over the music. She offers you some of her drink but you have your hand to decline it. âYou donât drink?â You shake your head, causing her to laugh. âThatâs a shame! We could have been drunk buddies! Wooyoung said you were once!â
Ah. Those times. The reason you stopped drinking. âNot anymore! But thank you for the offer!â She smiles and leaves you alone, going somewhere to the sofaâs to mingle some more.
The music feels like itâs getting louder and you begin playing with your sleeves, scratching up your hand as you do. It begins to hurt but you ignore it the best you can and focus on finding someone you know. Your best bet is Seonghwa being in the kitchen, making sure people drink safely and responsibly so you go there.
It takes some pushing and small excuse meâs that go ignored to get there but in the end you do. Heâs keeping it as clean as he can while staying out of everyoneâs way, itâs in his nature after all. He silently gives you a comforting smile as you walk his way.
âI didnât think you come.â He speaks into your ear.
He leans down to your heightso you can reply in the same manner. âI thought it was just us. Thatâs what he told me.â Seonghwa pulls back, just as confused as you were when you arrived. You pull him back in to defend Wooyoung but he doesnât give you the chance, instead he speaks to you.
âFriends donât do that, you know that.â He shakes his head and cleans some cups on the side.
You reply. âItâs just how he is!â But youâre not sure he hears you.
As he busyâs himself you feel your phone vibrating in your pocket. With the amount of times it goes off you could mistake it for a call, but itâs not. Itâs Wooyoung.
hey
heyyyyyyy
hey hey hey
are you here
sumin asked if youâre here
youâre bffs now she says
WEREH SO BFFS NWU
that was sumin
d'you make it or not
can it woo
you lied
now where are you?
He leaves you on read and you sigh. Just as you go to put your phone back he pipes up again.
you know i didnât mean to
welllllll
bathroom
su thinks sheâll be sick
ok
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This time you successfully put your phone away and bid Seonghwa goodbye, although you aren't sure he can hear you considering the volume of the music and the constant chatter. You push through the group of people in the doorway as politely as you can and make a beeline for the stairs.
The crowding on the stairs didn't slow you down, you came to see Wooyoung but now that Sumin is (supposedly) being sick you want to make sure she's alright.
The bathroom door is wide open, a couple in there all over each other, so you knock on his bedroom door just a couple meters away, assuming she's in the suite. You continuously knock without receiving a response. It takes you a couple minutes to decide what to do. You could go downstairs and see someone you know or you could go home or you could go and see Wooyoung like you said you would. How could you ever knowingly let him down?
You shout that you're coming in before opening the door and the sight you're met with makes you freeze. Much like the couple in the bathroom they're all over each other. Lips and hands constantly moving to cover more area. Each movement more desperate than the last as they pull each other closer. You can't watch any longer and slam the door shut behind you as you leave. You don't know if either of them spot you and you don't want to stay long enough to find out.
You shoot down the stairs just as quick as you went up them. Seonghwa watches you from the kitchen doorway and tries stop you however his efforts are in vain when you rip your wrist out of his grip without slowing your pace. He sees you go through the front door and sighs as he catches a glimpse of Wooyoung coming down the stairs.
"Is she here?!" He shouts over the music as best he can, San, Seonghwa and Yunho are all in his line of sight but they all look at him before going back to what they were doing. He does some extra searching around the first level of his house but his efforts come up short. You aren't with any of their mutual friends or your usual spots.
Maybe he was imagining things. Maybe you left after you realised it wasn't a meet up. Maybe you left when he wasn't there when you got here. Maybe you never came at all. Maybe you came upstairs and opened the door and saw him and Sumin before promptly leaving because who would want to walk in on their best friend and their partner making out? He surely wouldn't want to walk in on you doing that.
Wooyoung opens the front door in order to let some air in as he tries to figure out what's going on. After all that over thinking he's quite confused when he sees you sitting on the curb at the end of his house with Yeosang at your side.
He considers walking over to the two of you but you lean your head against Yeosangâs shoulder and he decides to stay back. He watched from afar as you speak to each other, he canât make any of it out and he assumes by the closeness that he should leave it alone.
âI just went in. I knocked by no one answered. I upset myself in theory.â You laugh quietly.
He shakes his head. âNot really. You thought she was being sick. Wooyoung doesnât like sick so you did what you thought was right.â
âItâs his room and I just walked.â You look down and shuffle your feet uncomfortably, thinking back to the scene.
âYou usually do, itâs nothing new.â He peers over his shoulder as best as he can and heâs sure he sees Wooyoung watching you from the corner of his eye. Wooyoung notices and pushes the door shut slightly to cover himself.
âI just want to go home now.â You stand up and Yeosang follows suit.
He reaches out for you but you start walking away. âLetâs get something to eat. Youâll just sit and wallow in self pity at home.â
âItâs better than seeing them.â You wipe your eyes, a movement both boys watching you catch up on. Before Wooyoung can even consider comforting you his friend jogs slightly to catch up to you.
He goes back inside and shuts the door behind him. Both you and Yeosang hear the door shut and you look at him as he sighs. He reaches out to wipe your tears and pulls your eyes away from the door.
âWhat do you want to eat, hm?â
Loving Jung Wooyoung is like watching snow fall and land on wet pavement. The snow wonât settle, so why try. It's so pretty but at what cost? Wooyoung looks at Sumin with so much love, it's the same way you look at him San says. But if it was why can everybody but him see it?
"Did you end up coming over last week?" Sumin diverts the conversation towards you, getting too shy to talk as Wooyoung stares at her.
You wave your hand dismissively and swallow your drink. Her question makes Wooyoung look at you and you softly punch his shoulder as he sits next to you. âOnly for a couple minutes because someone said it was a gathering between friends, not a party with everyone he knows.â He laughs and so do you to hide how annoyed you really are, this makes San stare at you from across the table but you slightly shake your head at him.
âOh!â Sumin exclaims. âWooyoung said you guys used to party all the time. Are they not your scene?â
âThey never really have been, I only went because I was 18 and he wanted me out my dorm room.â You sigh.
âBooks were your life back then, one of us had to do it.â San pipes up, sipping his coffee, amused. The other three laugh as you jokingly frown at San.
Silence falls over the table as all of you dig into the cakes in front of you and drink your lukewarm beverages. You can see Sanâs eyes flick from you to the couple as they feed each other, you try to pay no mind to it but he watches your shoulders slump the tiniest bit more and he canât help but feel pity for you.
Itâs past the lunch rush for Aurora hence the group gathering but you canât help but feel like an outsider to the other three. Wooyoung and Sumin being in love and San not having to battle the same feelings as you makes it easy for him to speak. But every movement you make has you second guessing yourself. For comfort you end up watching Wooyoung, something youâve done for a long time that you arenât quite sure you can give up.
Heâs so pretty and lovely and caring and kind and the thought of all that makes you want to fall for him all over again. Heâs so happy to watch Sumin talk to San even though heâs the biggest chatterbox at the table, heâs so content that theyâre getting along. His eyes tell you everything you need to know about how he feels and as comforting as they are how easily you can read them hurts. Because itâs not for you.
Sumin smiles at you and you shoot her one back. She doesnât seem hurt or jealous or angry that youâre staring at her boyfriend, thereâs an unreadable emotion in her eye that you canât pinpoint but you know itâs not negative. San spots your interaction and sees you ever so slightly cringe and curl into yourself.
He takes this as a sign to go, as much as he knows you want to stay for Wooyoung (just for it to be like old times once more) he canât bare the sight of you working yourself up and feeling like you make people uncomfortable. Heâs seen it all before but this time it seems to be worse. Maybe itâs because he can see how in love Wooyoung is, how both of you know Sumin is the one for him and this is it, how you wished to be loved the way you love him. San stands up with a smile âIâll pay for this one, Wooyoung youâre paying for the next.â
âYouâre going?â Wooyoung goes to take his wallet to pay his and Simonâs portion but his friend dismisses just as fast.
âMhm, we have to take Byeol to the vet. You know my sister doesnât like doing it and I donât like going alone.â He gestures for you to get up, which you do.
Wooyoung reaches out for your hand as you step out the booth and you feel him just graze your wrist, his movements causing you to move back. His touch burns, it hurts and youâre not sure why. All you know is that you canât see him right now because everything is starting to hurt.
You can see Sumin from the corner of your eye as the gears begin turning in her head and she connects dots you wished she couldnât. Sheâd caught you.
Quickly, you wave bye to the couple and Seonghwa behind the counter as he finishes up his shift and leave San to pay. Wooyoung considers going after you but Sumin shakes her head and he doesnât. âGirl to girl, donât worry.â Is enough for him to leave it alone. Youâd never spoke to him about âgirl problemsâ before so if she knew, that was already more than him.
San comes outside and sees you sat on the curb with your hand on your chest. He canât tell if youâre trying to slow your heartbeat or steady your breathing but he leaves you to it until youâre ready to talk.
âIâm a terrible person, San.â You look over your shoulder at him. âI like a guy with a girlfriend and she knows but thatâs barely changed anything.â
âYou donât just like him, youâve loved him since we were kids. No partner has ever changed that for you. You arenât a terrible person, not when you liked him first.â He tries to reason. He reaches out to you and helps you stand up.
The pair of you walk to his car in complete silence. Thereâs nothing else that can be said because heâs right.
The car isnât too far, just down the road, but it gives you time to think about your next steps. You could either come clean and move on, never mention it again or apologise to Sumin. Coming clean could ruin everything though and suffering in silence for too long can ruin a person but you have nothing to apologise for. Youâre stuck in an endless loop of hurt.
As you slip into the passenger seat you can feel the dreaded vibration of your phone in your pocket. You donât open the message, instead watch it come in on your lock screen.
I donât blame you. Youâve known him for much longer and he cares about you. You havenât done anything to come in between us so I canât fault you. I wonât say anything if you donât feel comfortable with it.
âSumin knows.â You read the message out to San before turning your phone off in your lap.
âAnd how does that make you feel?â He tries to be empathetic as he starts the car.
âPathetic.â Your phone lights up one more time but you flip it over after reading the next message.
Just donât hurt yourself more than you have. A boy isnât worth that much.
Loving Jung Wooyoung is like watching the cherry blossoms flower and then counting the petals as they fall. The petals, although beautiful, are eventually forgotten about. You sit at the kitchen island, staring at the clock above the oven. 10:23pm.
Sighing you open your text thread with Wooyoung once again and check if heâs read any.
Today 11:14
whatâs the plan then dude
itâs the 17th
Today 14:22
you missed the last one
you said weâd watch two movies to make up for it
doctor strange isnât gonna watch itself??
Today 17:36
what are we doing????
wooooooyuuuuuuu
is it off??
Today 19:12
san came instead
thanks for letting me know you werenât coming
Delivered
Just as you go to turn it off and head to bed you watch the âDeliveredâ switch to âRead 10:24â and your heart drops but youâre not sure why.
When it comes to Wooyoung youâre not sure about a lot of things but thereâs not much you can do about it. Youâre so used to feeling that way that, to you, at the end of the day it is what it is. Itâs how you feel and you canât help that, you just have to learn how to navigate it.
Your phone rings and you see his caller ID. Hesitantly you pick up, Lord knows what heâs going to say but you hope itâs along the lines of sorry.
âWhatâs with you and San recently?â He exhales.
You laugh quietly, heâs the pathetic one now. âNot even a hello?â
âI donât show up so you replace me with San yet again?â You can hear shuffles on the other end of the line.
âWas I supposed to stay by myself on the day we have reserved for each ot- wait, you didnât show up youâre right!â After turning the lights out and shutting off any electrics you need to, you go to your bedroom and put your phone on charge. âHold on, youâre on speaker.â
âWe were supposed to watch Doctor Strange together!â He argues.
You laugh at him, amused once again. âWooyoung you didnât show up and didnât even tell me, how was I supposed to know you wanted to watch it with me when you didnât have the decency to text me?â
âI forgot! I went out with Sumin and my time was taken up!â
âSo why are you mad at me!â
The line goes quiet and youâre sure heâs put the phone down. After hearing some more shuffling from him that theory doesnât stand. Either way he still doesnât say anything.
âI donât know actually.â
âMeeting on the 17th is our thing and you forgot, weâve done it every month since we were 15 Woo. You forgot, it was something you wanted to do and now youâre mad at me because I didnât want to be alone.â
âI know, Iâm sorry.â
âAre you?â
He falls quiet again and this time you put the phone down. Youâre already hurting after being ditched but being ditched for Sumin (even though theyâre together) on your day made it still just that tiny bit more.
You watch his caller ID show up on your phone again but you turn it off and flip it over on your nightstand. Before you lay in bed you flip down the picture of you and Wooyoung at your graduation that sat next to it.
Heâd never forgotten before, he used to make a point that it was your thing not only to his partners but your own friendship group and yet heâs the one forgetting. Heâs the one whoâd got your hopes up only to leave you hanging.
You lay awake that night, overthinking. Staring at the ceiling of glow in the dark stars you and Wooyoung put up one night after watching The Blair Witch. Regardless of how you feel about him a friend doesnât do this to a friend. He didnât forget to go bowling with Mingi and Yunho. He didnât forget to go to the lakes with Jongho. He had meetings with Sumin those days too. Were you just that forgettable?
Quickly you text your best friend, feelingly conflicted after putting the phone down and being shouted at for something that was entirely his fault.
itâs our thing
you left me and thatâs on you
Delivered
You keep your phone open on the message screen expecting Wooyoung to be awake considering you know he has the next (or current, depending on how you see it) day off however nothing comes.
Instead you watch the âDeliveredâ switch to âRead 04:25â with no response.
Loving Jung Wooyoung is like flipping through an old photobook as you fantasise about what could have been. It had been a while since the whole group were together (in a calm setting) but it had been a long time coming seeing how busy you had all been.
You canât stay mad at Wooyoung for long, itâs been a week and youâre currently sat next to him on Ningningâs couch as she pulls out your yearbook. âHere he is,â she covers Wooyoungâs picture and shows it to Sumin whoâs also sat next to him âwe did let him walk around like this. I can only apologise.â She takes her hand off the picture and she immediately laughs.
âThis is you?!â She points at her boyfriend only for him to look down and laugh. The rest of you laugh as well and she scoffs in amusement. Her eyes scan over the rest of the page. âYou were all in the same class, that sounds like trouble.â She mutters jokingly.
âIf you were looking for trouble it was these two.â Seonghwa point to you and Wooyoung. âTeam Rocket over there.â He rolls his eyes, thinking of the many times he or Hongjoong had to free you from detention.
You lean back and pout. âIt wasnât even me, it was all him and I was taken in by association!â
âMaybe you shouldnât have associated with me then!â He fires back just as fast.
âSometimes I wish I didnât!â Both of you roll your eyes at the same time causing the others to laugh once again.
It was nice to be in a friendly setting with everyone rather than stuck in a small space with the couple. Youâd been seeing them at random times of the week, Wooyoung being the one inviting you out never Sumin. She text you from time to time however it was mainly to ask how San was and if you would both be seeing them soon as a group.
âHow did everyone become friends then? Iâve never been with you all at the same time to know.â Sumin handâs back the yearbook to Ningning and looks around expectantly.
âNing and I are childhood friends.â You start.
âThen hell-spawn moved in next door.â Ningning glares at Wooyoung who does the same back.
Yunho smiles at the pair. âMingi and I met them in middle school after Wooyoung tripped Ning into Mingi.â
âJongho and I were always in the same classes and clubs.â You add.
âSeonghwa, Hongjoong and Yeosang were in the high school student committee so they were running into these two all the time.â Mingi points to you and Wooyoung who frown at him.
Wooyoung mumbles quietly âNo need to add that.â making Sumin laugh.
âAnd San joined my home room and just never left.â You smile at him which he returns pretty quickly. âMade me show him around the whole school only to find out he didnât even go there.â
Suminâs jaw drops in disbelief as she looks at San who nods with a cheeky smile. âWow so you really have been friends for years!â She looks over the room. âItâs really nice to have you all be so welcoming no matter how long weâve known each other.â
âDonât worry about it, anyway come with me. I have so many good pictures of Wooyoung, you have to see them.â Ningning stands up and offers a hand to Sumin which she quickly takes, standing up too.
As they leave to the hallway people begin to funnel out of the front room and you follow Yeosang to the kitchen. You both silently make yourself drinks as well as pour some extras for everyone else. Thereâs a quiet sound of chatting coming from behind but you and Yeosang continue in silence.
He watches over you with a look that asks how you are and all you can do is shrug, thereâs not much you can do about how you feel but live with it, you have for years anyway.
A call of your name from the hallway takes your attention away from the silent conversation so you put your drink down and instead you go and join the other girls as they look at photos. Sumin points to a picture on the wall of you and Wooyoung, both of you in relatively formal outfits that match to a certain level. âWhen was this?â She seems so innocently intrigued that you take it off the wall and let her hold it. She brings it closer to her face and comments about how small you both were.
Youâre both stood next to each other timidly, his hand holding yours as you both smile. His purple tie matching your purple dress. The picture was taken by your mom but Ningning had begged for a copy.
âThe night after graduation, right?â Ningning leans it towards herself slightly.
The night after graduation. The night where Wooyoung pulled you away from the makeshift gathering you and everyone else in your year were having to tell you that he decided not to go to his dream college even though he was accepted. He told you he couldnât go because he didnât want to be far away from you because best friends donât just up and leave each other.
The night where you almost had your first kiss, with Wooyoung at that. The only reason it didnât happen was because Seonghwa thought something bad had happened (you guys were away for 30 minutes to be fair) but instead walked in on your lips just barely grazing each others. He left but that didnât matter because the moment was gone. So you both settled on holding each other close and slow dancing until you were too tired to do it anymore.
The night your crush on Wooyoung came into full effect and you fully believed that the moment between you at the gathering would lead to something more but instead it went unaddressed and ignored. Your heart clenches at the memory and you have to physically stop yourself from clutching your heart.
Ningning breaks you out of your daze by asking the same question as Sumin. She watches your heartbreak for your younger self as you think of the night, after all besides Seonghwa who saw you she the only other person who knows fully what happened that night. âYeah, we had to make our own prom because our senior pranks went too far.â Both you and Ningning laugh at the memories while Sumin continues to look at the picture.
âWooyoung come look at this!â She exclaims. He pops around the corner and she passes the framed picture to him. He falls silent just as you did and looks up at you. âYou two were so little.â
âWe were indeed.â
âYou were matching too.â
âShe had no other friends, someone had to go with her.â He laughs to himself before leaving quickly, Sumin follows after him while asking about the senior pranks he had commit.
Ningning turns to you and places her hand on your shoulder, she strokes the are with her thumb. Sheâs given you the same look so many times you donât have to speak to her to know what sheâs going to say, itâs not like you could do anything about it anyway.
âLet it go, itâs fine.â
âNo itâs not.â She tries to reason but youâve already pushed her hand away from you and joined everyone else as they gather around the front room once more.
Loving Jung Wooyoung was like watching flowers die. Originally you cared for them but as time passes you realise canât keep holding onto them. You realised this when Sumin text you last night asking if you and San would want to meet her and her boyfriend in a couple days to hang out. (She didnât explicitly say âher boyfriendâ but saying âmy Wooyoungâ was enough to make it sting a little.)
You responded to her a few hours later reminding her you and Wooyoung have plans, a text she leaves on delivered but you know sheâs read it. So youâre confused when she walks in before your friend, she thanks him for holding the door for you and waves at you.
Wooyoung pulls out a chair for her across from you and then sits next to her. âI couldnât leave Su behind, not if weâre coming here.â He holds her hand on the table. âIt feels like itâs our place now.â Youâre taken aback but you feel so much different from last time. You feel hollow, like an empty can thatâs being kicked as someone walks down the street. It doesnât hurt as much as you think it would, as much as it usually does.
âSo what did you wanna see me for?â He keeps his body facing Sumin but looks your way.
âJust a catch up is all, we havenât seen each other in a while.â Your statement makes the atmosphere awkward. You all know why you havenât seen each other but it goes unsaid and instead makes Sumin put her head down awkwardly.
You lean back in your chair and cross your leg over the other. âHow have you guys been then?â
âWell, weâve been alright.â Wooyoung starts. âSu met my parents recently, that happened too.â
She nods. âTheyâre really nice.â
âHow are you?â He follows up, looking away from Sumin.
âIâve been good. San, Yunho and I have been hanging out loads, weâre going bowling with Ningning and Yeosang next Saturday so, yeah, Iâve been busy.â
Wooyoung leans back too, confused. âWhere was the invite?â He tries to joke but it doesnât come off as one.
âWe sorted it in the group chat, you never replied so we thought you were busy.â
âWell Iâm sure we can come right?â He looks over to Sumin who agrees, stating that their calendars are empty.
You shake your head and look down at the table. âWe already booked it for five. We planned it like two weeks ago so.â
The table falls silent. None of you are too sure what to talk about. Itâs true, you did call Wooyoung to catch up and hang out but with or without Sumin there wasnât much to talk about. How do you catchup with your best friend whoâs supposed to know everything about you? He spent all him time with his girlfriend, which is understandable, but it felt like he was leaving you behind. Not only you but the rest of the group.
There was nothing you could talk about, leaving the three of you sitting quietly looking around the cafe. It wasnât the same as last time, this time you werenât doing it because you were hurt or upset and didnât want to look at the couple. This time you were doing it because it was awkward and there was nothing else you could say. You wanted to reconnect to Wooyoung but you didnât know where to start.
You wanted to be his friend again.
That small realisation hits you hard. You werenât stuck on him. You wanted to go back to the way it was before. Youâd have to relearn everything about him but you were willing to do it if it all felt normal again.
Thereâs nothing you can say to fill the silence at the moment. All of you shift uncomfortably. Wooyoung wants to see you, Sumin doesnât want to do anything that could upset you considering she knows (well, knew) about your feelings towards her boyfriend and youâre fighting yourself on what to do.
âI think I should go.â You announce, you arenât sure to who but they both seem to take it on board. âIâll see you around.â
You and Sumin give Wooyoung no time to argue as she assumes your seat and you leave, she smiles at you softly on your way out which you reciprocate quietly.
The scene mirrors the one when you first met her, only this time she knows youâre watching through the window but she pays no mind to them. You watch as she talks his ear off while he nods and agrees every now and then. He stares at her with an emotion you canât quite read, perhaps you werenât in love enough to know if itâs a stage of that or not.
Before you can think about your next steps your phone rings and youâre quick to pick up. âHello, San.â
He makes a small sound of shock. âYou sound much more joyful than I would have expected.â
Taking your eyes away from them you look up at the clear sky. âYeah, well, itâs a good day.â
âThatâs good.â San sounds just as content as you. âThatâs what acceptance is like.â
âHow would you know?â As if your brain is working on autopilot you begin walking toward Aurora.
You can hear some sort of movement on the other end of the line. âWeâve all been through it at least once.â Hearing Byeol meow at San as he walks past her makes you both laugh, her volume will never daily to make you smile.
Both of you stay quiet, the silence isnât awakened like earlier or sad like last time, itâs nice. Neither of you had to fill the space or force anything, you see each other so often now that thereâs nothing to update on.
His car door slams and his keys jingle. âAurora?â
âYeah.â Smiling, you cut the call off with the small cafe in sight.
Loving yourself after so long is like having a picnic in Summer. Itâs bright. Itâs warm. Itâs enjoyable. San sits across from you on your blanket, empty food boxes around you and bottles of fizzy leaning against your leg, staring you down while he paints. He pouts as the 30 minute timer goes off, cutting off his playlist when it does.
âHey drop the pout! At least youâre not doing this with Hongjoong or Yeosang, they would have wiped the floor with both of us.â San pulls his painting closer to himself as you reach out for his. âCome on, I worked hard on this!â You plead but he shakes his head.
âFive more minutes?â
âNo, we can flip them at the same time-â
âBut youâre so much better than me at drawing!â
âIâm literally not!â
He finishes up some details before hesitantly handing you the small canvas, you do the same with a smile and at the same time you both flip them over to see the paintings.
San had (poorly) painted a portrait of you in the park you were sat in with the exact same setting behind you, a stream and flowers behind you. There were a few ducks painted on there too, all sat in a line. You smile at the painting, making San smile too.
He checks over your picture and immediately spots Byeol in the corner. It makes him smile, how much you love that cat.
âWhat do you think?â
âItâs perfect, Iâll put it up in my home office.â He puts the picture down and admires you staring down at his portrait.
You turn the paintings face up and leave them on the blanket to dry in the sun while you begin to eat any remaining snacks and fruit.
The whole experience is calming and comforting. âNext time weâll have to bring Ningning and Jongho. Thereâs something there, Iâm telling you.â San laughs and shakes his head before offering you to feed you a strawberry which you gladly bite. âThere is something there! There always has been! Iâm telling you San!â
âOr we could bring Byeol on a harness and leash.â
âWhy didnât you say before we left?! Sheâs home alone on a nice day and we could have brought her with us!â Your phone begins to vibrate, presumably with texts, which you ignore to continue talking. âNext time itâs nice out we will.â
âAlright, promise?â He reaches his pinky over to you and you lock them. âPromised. Now are you going to get that?â
You push your thumb against his with a small smile. âWe had to make it official first.â
Once you let go you pick up your phone, opening it quickly to see where the notifications were from only to see _ on your messages. Opening the app you realise theyâre all from Wooyoung.
Today 13:16
r u busy rn
can I come over
Iâm freaking out rn
I think su is done with me
what do I do
what do women do
how do I apologise
nvm she doesnât want me to apologise
she wants time
what does that mean
iâm out with san right now
i told you two days ago
but itâs our first fight
you should probably message hongjoong
heâs good with stuff like this
pleas dude
wooyoung i canât help
sorry
You put your phone back down without awaiting his response. âHe fought with Sumin and he wants to know what to do.â
âAre you going to see him then?â San seems slightly nervous about your answer which thankfully goes unnoticed by you. Once you shake your head you can see him visibly relax.
Lying back you laugh at him. âWhy would I?â
âYou usually do.â He reasons, moving to sit down next to you.
âFair.â You turn your head towards him and squint to see him. âWell, Iâm here with you so there's no need to go anywhere. do you want me to go?"
San lifts up his hand to block the sun out of your eyes, letting you look at him properly. "No." He shakes his head while biting his lip.
"Then I won't." You move your own hand away from your eyes and rest it on your stomach as you close your eyes. "It's been really nice today, thank you. I think we should do this more often, with Byeol next time."
"That would be nice." He's thankful that you can't see him because he's sure that the face he's pulling right now isn't the best, he's trying to find the right words for what he's about to ask. "Do you think we could, possibly, may- Never mind actually.â He shakes his head and looks around the park awkwardly.
âMaybe next time we could make it a date. I donât want to jump into anything now after everything but I think, if youâre willing to wait, we could try.â You turn your head away from San and sigh.
He smiles to himself. âIâve waited for a while, whatâs a couple more months.â Both of you quietly laugh at his comment. âDonât fall asleep now, weâre yet to go on the swings.â
âOh, leave me alone! Iâm just resting my eyes!â
Loving you is like dreaming. Itâs so incredible, itâs everything you want. Except when you when up you have to face reality and itâs difficult. Thatâs how Wooyoung feels as he watches you laugh at a joke Yunho says he doesnât find all that funny, maybe itâs because he leaned in and told you personally and Mingi and Yeosang laughed because they just caught him saying it. You laugh so hard a hand rests on your stomach while the other hits Yunhoâs shoulder.
âYouâre staring holes into him.â Jongho comments beside him. Wooyoung continues to watch you from the other end of the table as you place some meat from the small barbecue onto Mingi and Yeosangâs rice while telling Yunho to get his own. âWooyoung eat your food or go.â Jongho repeats your gesture but gives himself and his sulking friend meat instead, Seonghwa scolding him as he does.
Ningning sits across from Wooyoung and shakes her head. She glances over at San who watches you attentively, a smile slowly forming on her face. He stares at you with that same look you used to have when staring at Wooyoung and itâs enough to let her know youâll be alright. Sheâs glad itâs him. Anyone else and she would have had her doubts but San stuck with you throughout all your hardships and struggles, even if he hurt himself along the way. Again, much like you did with Wooyoung but youâre past him now.
Wooyoung looks across at Ningning and follows her eyes to San. Heâs brought straight back to reality. A cold feeling washes over him. Heâs confused but when everything clicks his heart burns. His face mimics yours when you first met Sumin as he begins to notice all those small things he didnât before.
How you left soon after meeting Sumin. When you lied about seeing them together that night (something neither of you have ever addressed, heâs not sure why). Why you were upset about being left on your day. All the uncomfortable moments and shifting when they spoke to you about you.
âItâs not⊠fair.â He whispers, Jongho is the only person that catches it and watches him leave. The group turns to him as his seat screeches when he leaves. He meets your eyes and for a second he spots understanding which is then followed by guilt. Jongho goes after him as he makes his exit, leaving everyone else to continue their conversations and eating.
Ningning follows suit too, leaving the two hotheads alone would result in an outburst you donât deserve and as your longest friend all she ever wanted was your happiness. Wooyoungâs ruined it once she sheâll be damned if she lets it happen again.
Both Jongho and Ningning stare at him with pity as he watches you, San and Yunho laugh together. âItâs as if I hadnât just left. I feel so-â
âInvisible?â Ningning leans towards him slightly. He nods and looks between you and San. âYou canât expect her to pay attention to you all the time.â
Wooyoung doesnât come back inside even after Ningning and Jongho do instead the pair of them watch him through the window as he leaves. Both you and San see him from the corner of your eyes but by the time youâre properly looking heâs gone.
Instead he walks all the way back home, leaving his stuff behind in the process. Itâs late and the street lights barely work but heâd rather be alone. Itâs probably not the best to be alone with his own thoughts and feelings but itâs better than seeing you and San.
In the restaurant Jongho and Ningning watch their friendâs phone vibrate, itâs the third time âSumin đđâ has shown up on the screen. Both of them leave it alone as they continue eating.
Thereâs nothing they could do but watch the cycle repeat. Youâd both put each other through it unknowingly, only a little too late.
ă how could i know that i'd wake up feeling more? ă
â best friend!wooyoung Ă f.reader [estimated 10k.]
â broken up with for the nth time after endless trying, your best friend invites you on a photography vacation with him to osaka, japan.
could it be that you're just friends? the soft touches, kisses a bit too close to the corner of your lips? how tightly do your bodies have to touch before either of you admit it's not just for a quick hug?
â f2l, smut.
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he laughs as your hold wavers above him, sweaty fingers gripping the metal sliding. he reaches out, his own touch keeping yours steady. the action isn't unusual â more often than not he'd help you with a quick readjustment with his skin gracing yours. and more often than not you'd swat his fingers away and insist that you can handle it on your own. so this should not feel different. your breath should not hitch, your heart should not rattle against your ribs. your eyes should not tear up as you look at his mole through the small viewfinder of the polaroid.
you should not yearn for your best friend like this.
his fingers are gone from yours sooner than you'd like, he himself repositions his body. the silhouette of his body is darkened against the city lights. it is a brilliant shot, as expected from him. he rests his head on his folded palms, gaze focused ahead of him. you notice how his hair has grown since youâve last seen him, strands once tucked behind his ears wisping against his lifted cheeks. your pointer finger presses the shutter, the click matching the thumb of your heart. his smile widens as he moves away, thanking you softly and lifting the camera from your hands.
âthank you pretty,â he presses his lips against your temple. they seem to linger for half a second longer than need be before pulling away. unless, of course, this is all in your head. âare you okay?â
you hum, looking up at him. his thumb lifts up, wiping a tear resting at the corner of your right eye. he shows you it, before wiping it on his sleeve.
warnings: MDNI (rough sex, jealous sex, cheating (donât condone it but it fits the plot), choking, manhandling, slight spit play, oral (m and f receiving), mirror sex, unprotected sex (donât be silly, wrap your willy), squirting, daddy kink, degradation, honestly some toxic shit happens)
word count: 4.1K+
A/N: As soon as I think of it, I come straight to Tumblr. Also San if you see this, Iâm sorry đ Anyways, enjoy and thanks for reading :)
Every year like clockwork you had to be reminded of a past relationship that couldâve been something special. The notification popping up on your phone âRemember this day?â Yes. You did remember and you wish you could forget but you also couldnât find the strength to delete the pictures.
Choi San. The man you described as âhusband materialâ at some point in time, only to recall the many moments of toxicity that lead to the breakup. From the distrust to watching your location like a movie, he was possessive and sometimes even that was an understatement. He made sure everyone knew you were his and almost got into a few fights over it.
Eventually, you opened your eyes to how you always excused his behavior and finally put your foot down. You deserved a healthy relationship with a person who strives for the same thing. You were glad San wasnât in your life anymore, he made it too stressful.
But at the same time, you missed him. Sometimes at night when your hands were between your legs, you'd think about him. You loved your current boyfriend, he was just what you were looking for. But with the recent growing distance in your relationship, maybe all good things in your life were destined to come to an end. He was always away for work, only coming home to see you maybe once every two months or so. A year into the relationship is when things started to change and now that itâs going on two years, you constantly felt alone and your vibrator wasnât strong enough to keep you sane.
Your phone was ringing; a facetime call.
âOmg hey babe, to what do I owe this spontaneous phone call?â
He chuckled before answering, âHey baby, Iâm just calling to ask you a quick question.â He proceeded when you nodded your head. âAre you busy this weekend? The companyâs having a joint event with another company and I may need a plus one.â The tone of his voice inflected upwards as he neared the end of his sentence.
Your heart jumped with excitement. Of course it wasn't a logical comparison to how much he loved you, but you felt the need to be paraded around; labeled as "his girlfriend". You haven't been feeling special recently, so a public event would hopefully be the perfect remedy.
âOh my gosh babe of course I'm not busy! Iâll go choose my outfit right now!â He let out a hearty laugh on the other end when you squealed, jumping off the bed, leaving him to listen to you rustle around in your closet.
You quickly retrieve your phone when you remember and say your âI love yousâ and goodbyes before hanging up. Saturday was only two days away so youâd need to put together the perfect outfit within that time frame. Luckily for you, you owned the perfect dress in his favorite color and your only goal was to make him want to completely ruin you wherever he pleases.
It was disappointing to say the least. Everything about this ride felt expensive. The limo itself, the sparking Swarovski detailing on the interior, the bottles of champagne. You felt wined and dined, but the thing you craved the most was missing. He seemed distant in a way. Maybe it was his body language; sitting with his legs turned away from you, dazing into the space behind you as you spoke. Or perhaps, it was the way his hand gripped his phone and peeked at it every time it'd buzz with a notification.
"Maybe he's always been like this" you tell yourself, blaming it on having not been around each other in a while. The thought of the both of you drifting away, tearing at the seams, was saddening. But you definitely weren't the one to blame and neither was he; maybe his determination and drive. As much as you wanted to be here with him right now, your mind kept drifting to San. He would be giving you his undivided attention. A hand or your knee, or knowing San, a seat in his lap. But enough about him, he was too toxic of a person for you to only recall his good traits.
buzz buzz
You looked at your boyfriend from a peripheral view, a bright smile across his face. It made your stomach churn, it just didn't sit right with you.
"Oh who's that?" you ask, leaning over toward him slightly.
He quickly shut it off and put it in his pocket. "Sorry babe, I was just answering a few texts from the guys. We have this group chat with all of us just so we can talk shit about my boss."
"Oh is he an asshole or something?"
"Yes but enough about my job baby, I wanna hear more about you. I missed you so much." He cupped your chin in his hand and planted a kiss on your lips.
You felt bad for thinking so ill of him when nothing was going on. Maybe that was something you never let go of with your relationship with San. He taught you what real anxiety was and you could never forgive him for that. The limo came to a stop and you peeked out the window to your right to see the destination. You felt like a movie star as you gazed at the long staircase in front of the building. You imagined each side lined with paparazzi, ready to take pictures of the beautiful couple exiting their limo.
Your door opened before you realized you had been daydreaming. Your boyfriend extended his hand for you to grab hold and finally walk up into the venue for the night. The inside was just as gorgeous as the outside. Chandeliers, marble flooring, expensive art lining the walls; the whole nine yards. When everyone comes into view, his arm is immediately around your waist. He introduced you to his colleagues and even to his boss which made you chuckle thinking back on the secret he told you about earlier. Everything was going well for you, yet for someone else, things were moving in a terrible direction.
San spotted you from across the large space, the conversation he was having fading completely the more he watched you. His jaw shifted and clenched seeing your boyfriend with his arm around your waist and hand on your ass. He didnât deserve you. Sure San knew he wasnât always the best boyfriend to you, but he could do so much better than whatever your boyfriend was attempting. Based on how giddy you looked, you probably havenât seen him or spent much time with him lately, or so San thinks.
He remembers like yesterday hearing you tell him that you couldnât be with him if he didnât change, and at the time he couldnât understand what that meant. He thinks heâs matured since then, at least in the way you wanted him to but seeing another man touch you made him realize maybe he has a lot more growing to do if he wanted to stay true to his claims.
He excused himself and made his way over to you. There was nothing wrong with going to talk to his absolutely beautiful ex girlfriend right? Your eyes widened seeing the broad shoulders clad in white approaching you. Your stomach twisted in knots, from both anxiety and flashbacks of your last encounter with him.
âFancy seeing you here gorgeous.â San reached his point of interest, staring down the man at your side.
âSanâŠhow wonderful it is to see you.â You spoke with a forced smiled, trying your best to slow your heart rate. âHowâs life treating you?â
It really was quite the surprise seeing him here, as this was the last place you thought to be bumping into him. It got you thinking what this event was for and how the hell he was even invited. Maybe, as you were, he was just someone's plus one. Although, that didnât take away from the fact that you didnât want to see him right now, especially knowing how weak you were for him still.
âHmm it could be better if a certain someone was still in it.â
At that, your boyfriend turned to San, lip turned up in annoyance, âDo you know this guy babe?â
He and San exchanged fighting glances and you stepped in before things could get heated. âYeah he'sâŠan old friend. This is San.â You weren't sure why you lied, but it felt better to not reveal too much.
Your boyfriend extends his hand out to San reluctantly and San rolls his eyes before finishing the handshake. Things went well for the most part, although you would catch San staring at you, even throwing in a wink one of the times. Luckily your boyfriend caught none of it, knowing it definitely would have engaged his fight or flight response.
After a while, your boyfriend received a call on his phone and he excused himself saying it was important. You dismissed it and he gave you a kiss on the cheek before he walked away. San caught glimpse of the interaction and sneakily followed behind him through the heavy back doors. You stood by yourself at the table, taking small sips of your champagne. A hand slides across the small of your back and rests on your left hip. You turned expecting your boyfriend, only to see San with an unreadable expression. You tried to sidestep out of his hold but he tightened his grip on you.
âHey donât leave yet, we havenât even gotten the chance to really talk beautiful.â
âYeeeahâŠSan we canât be doing this right now.â You put a hand up to his chest and he backs away slightly.
âDoing what? Talking? He wonât let you talk to your friends?â
You scoffed, âNo, heâs not controlling. And weâre not friends. Itâs just I donât know how comfortable I am talking to my ex who just put his arm around me.â
He rolled his eyes again, shifting his stance to prop a hand on the table, leaning against it to look at you. âHmm well part of me thinks he doesnât care.â
If only he wasn't starting to piss you off, you could finish admiring how good he looked. Wider shoulders, more defined arms and even his pecs were bigger. But you knew San and how he was when it came to you. He was possessive, sometimes it was for your own good but most times it just felt like he needed control over you in every way or he wouldnât survive.
But you had to admit, that was his only flaw. Everything else about him was absolutely mind blowing, especially when it came to satisfying your needs. Your mind ran wild with thoughts. Thoughts of things you shouldnât be thinking of as a taken woman. Yet, San making eye contact and the firmness of his chest under your hand earlier flooded you with memories of every time heâs fucked you into the mattress.
This was starting to get a bit out of hand and you weren't sure what else San had up his sleeve.
"You look good in your dress." He said looking you up and down, practically eating you with his eyes.
Come to think of it, he was the first to comment on your dress, your boyfriend hadn't mentioned it at all tonight. "Thank you, you also look very nice." You averted your eyes as you took another sip from the glass.
He stood up straight and stood a bit closer to you and rubbed a hand down your back as he leaned in to whisper in your ear, catching you off guard. It made it ten times worse with your dress being backless and the fabric dipping dangerously close to the waistband of your lace panties.
"If I were him, I'd take you somewhere to fuck you in it. Makes me wonder who he could be on the phone with right now. Think about it, if it were me, I would have my hands all over you.â
He was right. It was a fear that seeped into your subconscious every time he would miss one of your calls and blame it on work and how he acted in the limo earlier. He was starting to feel more than an arm's reach but you knew his job was demanding. So when he asked you to come out with him tonight, you decided to forget it all and allow yourself to have a great time and hope you would end your night moaning his name.
You hated San for bringing the thought back to you and you hated that his possessive personality was also a turn on at times but you knew better than to let yourself fall in his traps. A blush grew on your cheeks feeling the warmth of his breath tickle your ear. This was bad, you needed to stop him in his tracks before your boyfriend came back and questioned you. This had to end right here right now.
You pushed him into the nearest room, one you didnât expect to be a bathroom, but anywhere was fine as long as no one saw where you went and with who. You carefully locked the door and turned to face him; he already had that arrogant smirk on his face.
âSan what the hell?!â You shoved him on the chest. âI was hoping you werenât going to cause any trouble, but I guess I was wrong. Why do you want to fuck up everything for me?â
He rolled his eyes and scoffed, âAre you even happy? You melted right into my touch earlier.â He walked closer to you, pinning you between him and the sink. âI didnât say anything wrong either, he's a joke of a boyfriend whether you want to admit it or not.â
You rolled your eyes and scoffed, "Oh what? you think you can do better?"
He stared down at you, face contort in a stern expression. âI know I messed things up for us, but I think we can both agree that he doesnât deserve you.â He grabs your hand and slides it down his chest, all the way down to his crotch.
âFeel that? You miss it donât you? He must not fuck you good enough. He must not fuck you how I used to.â
âSanâŠâ he put a finger to your lips.
âOh babyâŠI can see it written all over your face. Just ask me and Iâll give you what you want.â He steps even closer to you and tilts your chin up with his finger. âSay youâre my slut and Iâll fuck you better than he ever could.â He lifted you and sat you on the edge of the sink.
So much for not falling into his traps. You looked up at him with doe eyes and he looked down waiting for your answer. âIâm your slutâŠSan pleaseâŠâ you were damn near out of breath and your head was spinning with how badly you wanted it; wanted him.
A pleased smile spread on his face. âMy good girl, I knew you could do it.â His fingers tapped onto your lips and you happily sucked on two while he kept eye contact. He took them from your mouth and used them to rub slow circles on your clit. âGood girls kiss daddy.â
He lowered his lips onto yours, immediately slipping his tongue into your mouth. Your tongues danced together as he slipped his fingers into you. He wasted no time pumping them quickly against your sensitive spot, earning whines and whimpers.
âYou need to forget him for a while and let me make up for all the shit he canât do.â He spread your thighs and kneeled down between them. âI want you to remember this next time he even thinks he can do better than me.â
He kept eye contact while he licked along the slit of your still clothed pussy, stopping to suck harshly on the clit. You were holding your breath, your last resort for trying to keep in your moans. He hasnât done much and your toes were already curling. He finally pushed your panties to the side and circled his tongue over your bundle of nerves.
Your hands tangled in his hair, pushing him closer to you, bucking your hips slightly against his face. He grabbed your legs and made them rest against his broad shoulders, your heels digging into his back. He added a finger into the mix, breaching your walls in an attempt to get you louder. Surely it was working more than you'd have liked.
Your head leaned back almost hitting the mirror as your chest heaved. Your toes curled and you pulled harshly at his dark locks making him groan against your skin. He sat up and roughly rid you of your panties before shoving them in his pocket.
âYou donât need these anymore. On your knees.â The way he said it gave you no room to disobey, so you shakily hopped off the sink and he pushed you down onto your knees. He unzipped his pants, letting his dick pop free. Thick and heavy looking as always and now you wanted nothing more than to wrap your lips around it. He grabbed your chin in his hand, âOpen.â
You opened your mouth to let him spit in it, he loved messy head and he knew you did it best. He wasted no time in shoving his dick into your mouth and almost down your throat. He gathered your hair in his fist and bobbed your head at a quick pace.
âGo ahead, touch that pussy while I fuck your throat. Donât stop until I tell you to.â
He knew how much you loved to be dominated, it was easy for him. The look of you on your knees gagging on his dick only made him harder and want to fuck your throat faster, but he wouldnât be satisfied if you left this bathroom before he got to bend you over.
He pulled you off of him admiring the tears brimming your eyes and the puffiness of your lips. It was crazy to think that your boyfriend was the one sleeping next to you every night and Sanâs bed was empty. He deserved you more than some man who he found saying âI love youâ on the phone with another woman. He deserved to fuck all your worries away. If you gave him a second chance, he would do better. Better than anyone else ever could. You were his forever and you seemed to have forgotten that, but he didnât mind reminding you.
âBend over the sink.â He kissed along your spine when you did, your eyes closing in ecstasy. âYou ready for this dick?â He was so close, lips ghosting over your ear sending shudders down your back.
As soon as the word âyesâ left your mouth, you felt the head of his dick rub harshly between your folds. Your chest felt tight, your heart was beating fast and you could barely keep your eyes open. He kissed in the crook of your neck making you look at him through the mirror as he slid in until he bottomed out. You could cum just from that small movement alone but youâd much rather wait until he fucks you right.
âYou missed this didnât you?â He pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in causing you to yelp from the sudden action. âI missed this pussyâŠI missed you.â His thrusts sped up to a demonic pace, the wet noises from the constant slapping of skin filled the bathroom effortlessly.
âS-san it feels so good~â you said through moans.
âI know baby, but Iâm sad because youâre not using my name.â He used his other hand to wrap around your neck. He squeezed and made you even more lightheaded; It was perfect. âYou didnât forget it did you?â
âN-no Daddy n-never.â It was true and it was why you were never able to use it for your boyfriend. As much as you tried to forget San and how much he consumed your life, it was hard.
He tightened his grip on your hips and rolled his into yours. Of course it was wrong, but this is the most pleasure youâve felt in a long time; admittedly since the last time you were with San. He had a way of handling you that set your senses on fire. He was exactly what you wanted and with the expectation of getting fucked tonight, you didnât want to foil your own plans.
âLook how I fit right in. This pussy is mine forever."
He raised one of your legs onto the sink and grabbed a fistful of your hair, continuously plunging into you. Your eyes were rolling back and he patted your cheek, bringing your attention back to him.
âMm mm, look at you. Look how pretty you look fucked out on my dick. Watch me fuck you just how you like.â
You didnât want to see yourself in this state, it only made it feel more real. Your tongue lolled out slightly, one strap of your dress draped low on your shoulder and he held one of your breasts roughly. It was a lewd sight to say the least and the sounds that were coming from the speed San was fucking you made it no better.
There was a knock on the door and your head tried to whip in that direction but San tugged harder on your hair. He quickly told the person on the other side of the door that it was occupied, not expecting for them to say anything back.
âY/N are you in there?â The voice of your boyfriend grated against your ears like nails on a chalkboard. You were guilty and moaning like you were unable to produce any other sound.
Sanâs eyes darkened and he smiled wickedly. âOh yes she is and sheâs busy.â He leaned forward and whispered in your ear, âLetâs put on a show for him, let him know who owns this pussy.â
He sped up his thrusts and quickly rubbed on your clit. You squirmed in his hold, trying to do everything you could to not scream from the pleasure. Nothing worked and now your boyfriend and maybe several other people could hear what you and San were doing.
âThis pussy all for me?â He was an expert with how he rolled his hips into you; he was so deep and repeatedly hitting your sweet spot.
âFuck Daddy, yes! It feels so good!â Your legs were like jelly and your orgasm was a few more thrusts away.
âYouâll never find someone who can fuck you like this? Who can make you beg for it?â
You whimpered loudly in response. You thought it wasnât possible but he fucked you harder, fucked you faster and with the abuse on your clit there was no more delaying your bliss. You came hard, squirting onto the floor and partially on the man behind you. Your walls were squeezing him so tightly and he loved every single second.
"You gonna let me cum inside so you can take me home with you, hmm?" His thrusts were getting sloppier but he never slowed down and never stopped rubbing your clit.
The overstimulation and the way he spoke to you was driving you mad, you didn't think about anything else in this moment besides making this a night to remember.
"Yes Daddy fill me up, please please please!" You knew he loved it when you begged, especially for him to empty all his cum in you. Tonight was no different and he came in a few more thrusts.
"You did so well baby, took it so well." He gave you more kisses to your shoulder as he gently pulled out and let go of your leg.
By this time your boyfriend was already banging on the door, demanding that you let him in. San made sure to clean the both of you up before he let you out of his sight. You walked to the door, taking a deep breath as you unlocked it; San close behind. Your boyfriend looked like he could pop at any second with how red his face was.
"Are you fucking kidding me?! You see one old friend and you let him fuck you in the bathroom? IN PUBLIC?!"
He almost shoved at your arm, but San does it to him first. "I don't suggest you follow through with that. And maybe next time you should make sure your girlfriend is happy before you start running your mouth."
"That IS my girlfriend, back the fuck off!"
"Oh her?" San points and quickly glances in your direction. "No, she's mine, I was referring to the one you were on the phone with, but maybe you're already forgetting about her too."
And with that, your now ex-boyfriend had nothing left to say but apologize to you as you walked away with San. Maybe all things did come to an end, but perhaps for good reason.
Synopsis: You refused to spend another Valentine's Day alone. You have tried online dating, having friends set you up on spontaneous dates, and even made efforts to flirt in public. This year, you were settling for something a bit different - speed-dating.
Pairing: non-idol!Choi San x fem. reader
Genre: strangers to lovers, trying to find love in a major city
Warning: mentions alcohol consumption, slight vulgar language, suggestive sexual activity
"This is.. West 4th-Washington Square. Please stand clear of the opening doors."
Your heart was racing, your body practically trembling as you stared forward. Was this actually going to happen?
Ding
Quickly but carefully, you pushed yourself out of the opening of the subway. You didn't want to get trampled by the crowds of people trying to get in. You've learned better to just move as quickly as possible if you want to make it to your destination on time.
You also learned how easily frustrated people get when they are behind someone who either doesn't know where they are going or is just walking slowly.
Last year, you took the leap of faith and moved to New York City. Like many others, you dreamed of moving to this extravagant place to make a name for yourself. You daydreamed of walking the busy streets and having a cute tiny apartment with a skyline view. You sacrificed that latter wish for an in-unit washer and dryer - a real jackpot find!
While you certainly have made friends in the city, you often find yourself frustrated with the dating department. You have been on several first dates, a few that turned into second and third dates. One or two turned into potential relationships.
Yet, it would quickly fizzle out.
At first, you thought that it was something with you. You tried changing how you approach first dates, how you dress for them - anything that you thought you could be doing wrong was thought over meticulously.
"The problem isn't you," your roommate vowed. Your racing mind was settled by the NYC Dating Queen herself. She has been through the wringer with guys throughout the whole city. "You're in your 20s in New York City," she laughed. "Most guys are thinking with their dick first then their brain. Ever notice how many guys are reaching back out, begging for another chance?"
You slowly nodded your head. "Yeah, which is so annoying because by the time they think straight, I've already moved on."
Maybe you were a bit old-fashioned when it came to love. No, you weren't in the market to settle down quite yet. You wanted to meet someone and take things slow, go on dates, and be exclusive before making that big of a commitment. Getting the conversation out of the dating apps was the first milestone you wanted to achieve.
"Good! Don't give them any type of satisfaction. All of these guys are dates from Tinder?"
"Yep," you announced, making sure to pop the 'p' before taking a sip out of your wine glass.
"So you're also getting the mix of tourist guys who are just horny and wanting to fuck while visiting the city."
You groaned at the realization, your head leaning back against the arm of the couch. How was she always right about this kind of stuff?
"You deserve to meet your prince charming in another way. Clearly, dating apps are not cutting it."
"And going up to a guy at the bar scares me," you confessed before fixing your posture.
The two of you were sitting on the couch. It was a snowy night in the city which caused many of your evening plans to get canceled. The two of you were nestled on the couch, watching a movement on HBO Max with a chilled bottle of red wine. Your other roommate managed to escape the apartment to go on a date tonight. Lucky bitch.
"You know how our lovely roommate is out on a date?"
You nodded again as you looked over, an eyebrow raised. Wherew as this going?
"She only got together with him once she deleted the dating apps and tried something different." And the look on your other roommate's face told you she had something planned for you.
That was how you find your way navigating through the busy streets of Manhattan. You had no idea that speed-dating was so popular, or that it could be successful. Your roommate's current relationship gave you hope that meeting someone this authentically could be the solution to your problems.
Tonight, speed-dating was taking place at a bar in Greenwich Village. You've honestly been trying to come grab brunch here as you were drawn to the aesthetics shown off on social media.
It did bring a smile to your face to see the white-painted door surrounded by vines. Three brick steps led up to the front door. It was like a little escape room all the steel and concrete of the city.
Even though you were ecstatic to be going to this new place, it didn't help your nerves. You were the type of person who loved getting to know someone for sure, but something was intimidating about going on multiple "first dates." You had to put on a good impression for more than an hour.
âHi, you also hear for the speed dating?â A voice called out from beside you.
You looked over to see the most gorgeous man. He was tall, dressed in a black button up which peaked from the grey winter coat he was wearing. His hair was sleeked back with a few strands framing his forehead. He also wore this soft smile which made your knees weak. He was definitely going to be hot commodity tonight.
You nodded slightly, offering also a gentle smile. âHow could you tell?â
âLetâs just say Iâm hoping to get to know you better tonight,â he said, winking.
It took everything in you not to let your jaw drop. You never met someone who spoke so coolly. He was the total package.
âCome on, letâs get you out of the cold. Youâre practically shivering.â
Maybe it was from the chilly evening hair. Or maybe it was your nerves overriding your system. Either way, you were not going to disclose the truth. Not when this gentleman had his hand placed on your lower back to help you inside.
âAlready trying to win me over?â You asked teasingly.
âHow could you tell?â He asked, matching your tone from earlier.
The two of you shared soft laughter as you crossed the threshold into the cocktail bar. There were tables lined up with white linen, a candle in the middle, and a short bouquet of flowers. Frank Sinatra was playing overheard, both screaming New York and romance. The mystery man stood slightly behind you, his hand leaving your back which you already missed.
âHi! Sorry, we are closed for a private event,â the hostess said.
âOh no, sorry! We are both here for the speed-dating event,â you explained.
The hostess blush lightly from her mistake before nodding her head. âMy apologizes, I assumed you two were already a couple since you walked in together. Can I get your name, please?â
You couldnât help but feel your heart flutter at the insinuation. Sure, you guys happened to cross paths with the handsome stranger. Possibilities were endless though!
âY/f/n y/l/nameâ
âGreat! All checked in. Here is your number ticket that indicates your table. And here is two drink tickets for the evening.â
You nodded, saying a quick âthank you.â You took the tickets before putting your phone in your purse. It bought you enough time to overhear the stranger behind you and gain some pieces of his identity.
âAnd your name, sir?â
âChoi San.â
You smiled to yourself once you got his name. Choi San.
Not wanting to linger anymore, you began making your way to the long row of tables. Each table had a heart laminated and taped to the table. They were numbered 1-16. Glancing down at your ticket, you saw you were placed at number 7, your own lucky number.
More people were beginning to file into the establishment. However, you were trying your best not to scope out too much. You wanted to go into this open-minded, wanting to take in the experience while remaining open to the potential of finding a new connection. It didnât help that your mind was already infiltrated with a man named Choi San.
âLooks like Iâll have to wait a little bit to get to know you, pretty girl,â San said.
He winked at you as he passed by your table, heading towards Table 8. Looks like youâll be ending your night on a high note if he would be your last encounter of the night. You watched him for a moment. He sat on the opposite side of you, giving an indicator that the men will either be transitioning or the females will.
Feeling your eyes on him, he looked over at you too quickly for your liking. It didnât give you enough of a chance to glance away. Your cheeks were also a key indicator what you had been up to, which werenât really concealed despite the dimmed lighting. He chuckled lightly underneath his breath before he got to work at shrugging off his jacket.
You couldnât pull your eyes away when his jacket off did in fact confirm the black button up he was wearing. What kept your attention was the way his fingers got to work unbuttoning the top 2, revealing his golden chest underneath. You wanted to be respectful, but you couldnât help but slightly gawk at the man adjacent from you.
âKeep your eyes on me, angel. Iâll be coming for you.â
"Welcome ladies and gentleman to our fifth annual Cupid's Speeding Dating! Here is how it's going to go. Men are going to move to the left, switching the seat to chat with a new woman. You will have five minutes to make your best first impression."
Your eyes shifted over towards San, seeing that he would be moving further away from you at first. However, that just means you get to be the last person he talks to tonight.
"You know, there are a lot of things I can do in 5 minutes." You were interrupted by your internal thoughts by the man across from you. Your nose scrunched up as you understand quickly what he was suggesting.
"Please do not exchange numbers or socials until the next of the event. We want to make sure you are investing more into your conversations."
The guy across from you smirked again, winking. Ugh! Does this guy really think he has a chance?
You leaned back into the seat, wanting to create distance from you and your first date of the evening. You weren't much of a person to fixate on appearances. I mean, the guy was quite attractive. Yet, the moment he opened his mouth, all possible attraction flew out the door. It honestly just made you yearn more for San.
Noticing movement out of his peripheral, San glanced over. He flashed you a smile before going to pay attention to his current date. Sure, he knew he was most excited to talk to you, but he also didn't want to be rude. He just couldn't help but glance over to make sure you were okay.
"You can begin!" The host said excitedly.
Soon, the cocktail bar was filled with chatter. You decided to take a sip of water to ease your nerves, but also try to come up with a conversation to have with this guy. You were forced to be sat at the same time for the next five minutes anyways.
"So, what's your favorite position?"
This might possibly be the longest five minutes of your life.
Luckily, the guy talked more about himself which helped time run out. He was leaning across the table, as if he was trying to look down the top of your dress which caused you to only lean back into the wooden back of the chair. You also were silently thankful when the waitress brought over your first drink of the evening.
Beep beep beep. Beep beep beep.
"Okay, gentleman, please move one to your left."
The guy across from you let out a groan before pushing himself up. "I'll catch you after tonight," the guy said, winking. "Maybe we can go home together. Or slip into the bathroom for a little fun." You didn't even catch his name nor did you want to.
"It was nice chatting with you," San said next to you. "Good luck this evening!" There is an example of a gentleman.
As he got up to head to the next table, he smiled once more at the girl he was first chatting to. He also took a moment to glance at you, smiling a bit brighter. You felt as if you were going to melt in your seat. You just had to wait 14 more rounds before you got to be alone with San.
The second quickly blended itself until the 10th round. Sure, you loved chatting with the guys, and you could see yourself potentially going on a real first date with one or two. However, the whole time, you kept glancing over at San.
It would cause a twitch in your heart when he laughed at another girl's joke. The further he separated from you, the less you noticed his eyes finding yours. The reality that he could be more interested in someone else was beginning to set in. He could very much land at your table, being the last date of the night, and be exhausted. He could already have his heart set on another which caused you to sigh softly.
"I see you have eyes for someone already."
Looking up, you were greeted by a wide smile. The gentleman in front of you took a seat in front of you, running his hands through his hair to push back his hair. He was wearing an all-black outfit - dress pants that had a white, thin strip running up the side; a black v-neck that showed the silver chain around his neck, and a slightly oversized black sport coat.
"Sorry," you laughed lightly, blushing a bit. You didn't want to give off the wrong impression, especially when this gentleman seemed kind.
"No need to be sorry. Should introduced myself since it sees that you're gawking at my best friend," he said proudly. "My name is Wooyoung, and you are?"
You raised an eyebrow, feeling a bit intrigued. "Y/n." You took a sip out of your cocktail before setting it down on the counter. "You are friends with San?"
"Oh, I see you two are on a first-name basis now. When is the wedding?"
Your cheeks got hotter as you took another sip out of your drink, which caused the young man to laugh. "Don't worry, I've seen him checking you out as well."
"Stop, you're just saying that," you laughed. "We only met literally 30 minutes ago. There is no way that he is checking me out and I haven't noticed."
Leaning back into his chair, a smug grin curled onto his lips. He had one hand on the table, and the other resting on the back of the chair.
"You have no reason to trust me since I'm a complete stranger. However, I know my best friend. And I can tell you right now that if you look to my right side, you would be able to see San. And I bet he's fuming that his best friend is chatting up the girl he's been eyeing all evening."
You raised an eyebrow at this man's analysis. He looked at you challengingly, egging you on to look over to his right.
Unable to resist, you looked over. Your eyes widened as you noticed San was glancing from his date over to your table. His fists were clenched slightly while he did his best to maintain his composure in front of the woman he was chatting to. Yet, it was as if steam was about to shoot out of his ears.
"See?" Wooyoung said triumphantly. "You've got San wrapped around your pretty little finger, y/n."
Seeing San make eye contact with you, his eyes widened before he quickly looked away. You couldn't help but smile a bit brighter, your confidence starting to rise again. Maybe Wooyoung was right after all.
Beep beep beep. Beep beep beep.
"I'll definitely be seeing you around, y/n. Have a good rest of your evening," Wooyoung announced. He pushed himself up from his seat, about to move to the next table.
One thing you learned about Wooyoung in your short encounter was that he was filled with evil schemes and plots. For example, calling out how you and San kept looking at each other as if nobody could notice. You learned that while San was his best friend, he also liked getting a rise out of him.
Before you could say anything back to him, Wooyoung moved closer to you. He leaned down to press a firm kiss to your cheek, one everyone at the speed-dating event could see. Your eyes widened at his action. What was he thinking?!
People seemed to notice which caused cheers from the guys in attendance while the other women gasped. "Please keep it moving, Romeo," the event host announced. "You'll have enough time to show affection later."
"You'll thank me later," he whispered to you before moving to the seat at the next table.
You felt a bit guilty for not remembering the four guys. They seemed very friendly, having personalities that made it easy to talk to. You guys couldn't describe what on Earth was even said, not when your mind was counting down until you finally got to talk to San.
"You're a great listener, y/n. Too early to ask for your number?"
"The host said no exchanging until after."
You looked over to see San standing up straight. You didn't think he did so maliciously, but it was obvious he was annoyed by the guy still sitting down. The guy you just talked to glanced over at you before putting his hands up in surrender and getting up.
Just as quick as the guy stood up, San slid into the seat. He moved the chair in so he could lean slightly over the table. "Do you like knowing your a hot commodity, angel?" He asked softly, a drastic change from how he just spoke.
"I have no idea what you are referring to," you said innocently.
San's hand moved to rest close to yours, his fingertips ghosting over your own. It sent electric shocks throughout your body just be being in close proximity.
"So you don't want to admit that my best friend had you giggling? You couldn't have thought that Wooyoung was seriously that funny. He gets all his best jokes from me!"
You could see San was getting a bit worked up. His chest was puffed up, wanting to present himself as a better option against whoever stood in his way, even if it was his best friend. Little did San know he had no true competition when you've had your eyes on him all evening.
"Actually, I found it adorable how jealous you get. Wooyoung merely pointed out this fact," you said, smirking.
You noticed then San's shoulders slump over a bit. His cheeks were flushed as he stared at you for a moment before looking towards the end of the row where Wooyoung was. Wooyoung, who was watching you two this whole time and offered a wave over to you two.
Sensing that San was getting a bit flustered, you moved your hand to rest on his. This caused his attention to move back to you, a smile curling onto his lips. He glanced down at your hands, eyes flickering to yours. You were not sure what he was looking for, but it became clear once he slipped his fingers in between yours.
And he looks for consent before doing anything? What a jackpot.
"I'll have to admit though. I was also getting jealous. I didn't like seeing you laugh with other girls when it should've been me," you confessed. Sure, you were just as embarrassed owning up to your faults, but you also hoped an ounce of your truth made San feel better.
It seemed to do the trick as his body relaxed. His thumb gently caresses the side of your index finger. You noticed his eyes were not leaving yours whatsoever, unlike before when his eyes would wonder around.
"Well, darlin', we don't need to wait anymore. You've got me all to yourself."
You and San spent the next hour or so chatting. You talked about your childhood, how you both ended up in New York City, and all your favorite things. Every time you talked, San looked at you as if you were made out of gems. He just adored listening to you, finally being sat at the same table with you.
San has always wanted to come to the United States. At first, it was to practice his English. However, he quickly realized that he wanted to learn more about people. He was currently researching graduate programs to study Sociology.
So not only is he kind and physically attractive, but he also was outgoing and intelligent. He was just checking every one of your boxes!
But he also was falling hard for you. He was impressed with how you took a leap into moving to New York City by himself. He was lucky to have Wooyoung whoo made the whole transition easier, so he couldn't imagine taking on the city solo. He admired your courage.
He also wouldn't vocalize it quite yet but he almost felt as if you two were destined to be in the same city.
The two of you didn't even notice that the other participants had left. The guys you had talked to tried staying around to grab your number, fuming at how San seemed to have snatched all your attention. Being the great friend Wooyoung is, he ushered them out so you and San could be uninterrupted.
It was as if Wooyoung was your own Cupid, doing everything in his power to make sure the love connection worked.
"I'm sorry, love birds, but we need to close up for the night."
San and you looked around, not realizing that all the tables had been cleaned and cleared after the event. The room was silent except for the noise of movement in the kitchen.
Looking back at you, he bit his lip. The clogs were stirring in his mind as if he was trying to figure out what to do next. Of course, you two would leave the cocktail bar, but then what? He looked as if he was afraid to say goodbye, and so were you.
"Why don't we walk around the Village? I'm sure we could find a late-night diner that isn't too crowded."
"That sounds perfect."
San helped you out of the table before lifting yup your winter coat. He held it out for you, assisting you in slipping your arms through the sleeves. You turned slightly to press a kiss to his cheek, which made San light up like a little kid on Christmas day.
He quickly slipped on his own jacket before going to rest his hand back on your lower back. He nodded his head, both apologizing for overstaying but thanking the host for putting together the event.
She smiled understandingly as she witnessed San escort you back outside. His free hand pushes the front door open for you.
genre: fluffy stuff, just tooth rotting fluff for once
synopsis: when you suggest the idea of a one week trip to give the seniors a little break before their exams, you find yourself paired with mingi as the teachers in charge of your group of students, to your surprise and satisfaction. you've had your eye on him for quite a while- but so has mingi. he proves that it isn't too late for a highschool sweetheart - him.
manager-nim: @eightmakesonebraincell (we formally salute all fluff writers bc this shit was tough)
when you heard you were accepted as a part of the crew who would be accompanying students on a one week road tripÂ
not only were you beyond relieved because you needed a break so bad
but you were also way too curious about who else made it into the crew
it hadnât been long since you started teaching at eden high school
but it was the quickest you found your place as an english teacher
it was surprising how well you got along with the staff here considering your not-so-excellent experience at your previous school
and the students here were just students, yes, just like everywhere but
you were pretty sure this was the most adored you had been
perhaps because you were in charge of the seniors who really needed someone like you- a person they could confide their problems and concerns in
a person who would offer solutions instead of telling them that it was just a fleeting worry
a person who would notice when they were beyond exhausted with the pressure of being, well, a senior
you remember how hard it was when it was your time and you wouldnât want your students to go through the same thing
which was why you once suggested to mr. kim that perhaps the students would appreciate a trip
it was just a casual observation you had made and when mr. kim said âperhaps they really need itâ, you werenât sure if he was being serious
but turns out that he was, and the preparations began
not all the teachers could join but you had to be a part of it, mr. kim said, since you suggested it in the first place
you got so busy with assuring the students that they would have fun and they had nothing to worry about
talking to their parents in case they were being reluctant to send their kid, thinking it was a waste of time
convincing the students who were taking their studies way too seriously that they needed this- they really didnât want to be burned out when exams would be near
that it slipped your mind- another suggestion for mr. kim to take mr. song along
mr. song mingi- the history teacher- the one who made history quite fun to learn
you had specifically planned with the staff- including him- to visit a few historical sights on the road-trip
however, he wasnât the only history teacher here so you werenât sure if he would be tagging along
and you never got the chance to ask him
(or even if you did, you were too shy)
but the day finally came
way too early in the morning when even the sun was asleep, you were standing by the bus counting the heads
almost all of your students made it- it was a bummer that some couldnât but you promised to take them out for dinner after you were back
it was the least you could do for them
the girls were all over you, finding your casual style pretty intriguing
they had only ever seen you in professional clothing, tied hair and reading glasses on the bridge of your nose
so with your hair down, shades hanging by the neckline of your light blue sundress
the girls were pleased, yes, but the boys couldnât help but share the sentiment too
âmiss y/n, you should wear dresses more often!â
âlight blue is your colour!â
âyour hair looks so good-â
âcome on now,â a familiar voice boomed and if you thought the flood of compliments from your students was making you smile
the smile changed into a grin, almost a giggle when you turned to the source
the source being none other than song mingi- in a loose sleeveless white shirt with a denim outerwear and matching jeans
song mingi may be a âboring history teacherâ like you sometimes teased him
but that man has got impeccable style
âstop flattering poor miss y/n and find your seats, come on!â
the students laughed but obeyed and the class pres started the roll call
and you felt a little somersault in your stomach when you locked eyes with mingi
âyou made itâ
he grinned back. âdid you think i wouldnât?â
âi was hoping you would, actually.â
and that took mingi off guard
you werenât always forward with what you said unlike him and he found you a bit hard to read sometimes
and oftentimes, you surprised him with your actions or your words, just like you did now
but mingi knew when to make something out of an opportunity
âwell, youâre stuck being paired with the boring old history teacher. hope you donât mind.â
âi never called you old, though,â you told him, smiling to yourself before following the guardâs orders and getting on the bus
.
mingi, of course, sat next to you, the only seat available
and you marvelled at the turn of events
because how long had you wished for some sort of proximity to happen?
it wasnât easy to be alone in the school with him- not that you wanted to do anything alone with him, but
sometimes, you thought, it would have been nice if you got one-to-one interaction with him that wasnât related to grading each otherâs papersÂ
or sharing pointers about the next exam
sometimes, he would find you alone with your head in your hands
and he would decide not to disturb you and leave a little something for you near your desk for you to spot if you, well, got your head out of your hands
a candy or a âcheer up!â note
you would also find him alone in some classroom sometimes
you noticed he preferred to be alone at times so you knew to look in his classroom first instead of the staff room
he would be so absorbed in whatever he was doing
that you would simply watch him until he felt your gaze burning into his skin
and then you would pretend to have been passing byÂ
and of course you âaccidentallyâ bought two of whatever you were going to snack on
mingi would offer you to join him but most of the times, you let him be
but sometimes, if the staff room was too noisy, you would join him
and the two of you would sit at opposite ends of the classroom doing your own work
(while secretly stealing glances but nobody needed to know that)
so now that you finally got to be alone with him
ignoring the twenty-some noisy children in the back- they could be considered background noise
you couldnât help but play with your fingers
the bus started and mingi initiated conversation
telling you who was paired with who
each bus had at least one male and one female teacher and only two out of the four buses had two teachers
the other being jongho and gyeoul
âah, gyeoul is going to forget sheâs a teacher. i bet sheâll be sitting with the students playing uno with them.â
âjongho is going to drive the kids away with his dad jokes,â mingi tsk-ed. âbut guess the most interesting pairing?â
us?
âhongjoong, wooyoung and yuqi.â
âno way!â you actually laughed out loud this time. âhongjoongâs going to regret ever planning this trip.â
âyou bet,â he scoffed. âseonghwa, mina and eunha are in the other bus.â
âall the calm ones?â
âi switched with seonghwa, actually,â he admitted and you raised a brow. âseonghwa gets along with them. i get along with you. we might as well have a good time too, now that weâre here, right?â
right.
he switched to be with you
âyou sure you wonât regret that decision?â
you didnât expect his eyes to travel all over your face and his lips to curve into a smirk
âiâm sure.â
and that was your cue to check on your students
you took a round, making sure everyone was comfortable and told them all to just take a nap
there wasnât anything interesting going to happen for a good few hours
lucky for you, the kids were sleepy
so the bus fell quiet, the driver assuring you that you both could relax too- there was another driver to keep him company anyway
so you asked mingi if he was sleepy
ânot yet. are you?â
ânot yet,â you confirmed.
âare you comfortable? do you need anything?â
you relaxed back, shoulder to shoulder with mingi, a small blanket on your lap. âiâm good. do you need anything?â
ânot for now, nope,â he took a deep breath. âhow long has it been since your last trip?â
.
and that was how you found yourself actually relaxing and talking to him
you told him your last trip was a while ago with your family
you didnât want to count school trips but you told him about that too
and he told you about his experiences
just like that, you got to know each other a little better
details you wouldnât have shared otherwise
from random facts about each other:
âi used to love reading. i became an english teacher because i would consume books like nothing else. but i havenât read a new book in about a year.â
âi hated the idea of being a history major until one of my professors started using storytelling as a way to get us to learn about the world. i still remember the stories heâd make up.â
to gossip:
âi think i saw wooyoung checking out eunha earlierâ
âdonât you think minaâs got a thing for seonghwa?â
somewhere between all of that, you got too sleepy to continue talking
you didnât realise when you dozed off but when you woke up with a weight on your side
your heart almost stopped when you realised it was mingi resting his head against your shoulder
and quite comfortably at that
you realised you may have been resting your face on his head too
and the current position with your neck upright was sending a painful wave down your shoulder
so you decided to give in, checking the time- you could sleep for another hour
you went back to resting your face on top of his head, the bubbly smell of his shampoo lulling you right back to sleep
you woke up when you felt the bus stop and when you groggily lifted your head
you realised that mingi had been awake for quite some while, using his phone
but he never moved because you were using his head as a pillow
âoh my god,â you said, hiding your face in your hands so he wouldnât see your flaming cheeks. âiâm sorry, i didnât realise-â
âitâs okay,â mingi chuckled, waving his hand in dismissal. âiâm to blame too.â
you looked at him to make sure it was really okay and when he said, âyour snores are cuteâ you chucked your blanket at him and looked around
you were making a quick stop at a rest area
you woke the kids up and told them now was the time to get snacks or use the toilet
you met up with the teachers to have coffee, everyone in good spirits having woken up from their naps
the wind already felt different and fresh now that you were a few hundred miles away from the city
with newfound energy, you all got back into your buses and that was when the fun started-
for the kids.
it was suddenly too lively and noisy, loud music blasted in the bus and a few kids showing off their dance moves, the rest cheering them on
you clapped along, reminiscing about your own highschool time
soon, you reached the first town on your list- a town known for its historical ruins
though the kids had been complaining about visiting ruins- whatâs there to learn about ruins?
you assured them the trip would only get better and you kept the âboringâ sites for the first few days
because you wanted to end the trip on a cheerful note- the beach
as the kids crowded and started following the teachers, you took note of their complaints and unsatisfied grunts
and though panic started bubbling in your heart- maybe you shouldnât have put this town on the list? all your anxieties faded away when a certain history teacher stepped in to save the day
âalright, remember when i told you guys about the spirit of the exiled princess that haunts a certain town? that people spot in the forest sometimes?â
âis the spirit pretty?â a boy asked, earning a bunch of snickers from the crowd
but the way mingi smirked made them all shut up
âi guess youâll find out soon.â
you winced when the kids burst into a chorus of cheers or frightened screams and the teachers shared a good laugh at how mingi handled this
âremember- if you find a four-leaf clover, the spirit might spare you!â
and as mingi guided them along the town, sharing fun facts about the sites, the kids kept their eyes trained on the ground in chances of finding the lucky leaf
really, it was worse than a needle in a haystack
.
after visiting a few sites, you found yourselves in the heart of the town, at a food street
all the class presidents were instructed to make sure the kids stay in sight and that they were free to go eat whatever they wanted
the kids were simply famished and just wanted those corn dogs and fish cakes
the staff took a table in the centre and you were glad that it was a weekday today- apart from a few people, you were the only ones here
you all got some noodles and double checked on your accommodations- it was supposed to rain so you wanted to check-in before dark
just like that, it was time to go find shelter
you stuck with your group of students like every other teacherÂ
and when you reached the lodge, you made sure everyone went to their rooms before finding your own that you were to share with the female staff
the rest of the girls were already there, removing their makeup and stretching. you smiled as you followed suit
âthis trip is exactly what i needed,â yuqi slumped down on the mattress as she said. âeven though today was a bit boring, the weather makes up for it.â
âwell, the night isnât over yet,â gyeoul smiled mischievously. âit doesnât have to end on a boring note.â
she came up with the genius idea of having drinks in the backyard with the boys
mina sighed in disappointment because if gyeoul had told her earlier, she wouldnât have removed her makeup so soon
âyouâre pretty anyway,â eunha told her, grabbing her hand and dragging her out
you told them you would join after a few minutes and changed into your pjs like the rest
when you went to the backyard, you let out a surprised laugh
because the boys had already prepared drinks for all of you before gyeoul
âgreat minds think alikeâ hongjoong said
ârich coming from you because all it takes is one drink and itâs game over for you,â wooyoung said and seonghwaâs laughter boomed in the air
âyouâre no good either, seonghwa!â mingi pointed at the teacher, clicking his glass with wooyoungâs and sharing a shot
you smiled to yourself- it looked like you were going to make really good memories on this trip
you took a seat between the noisy ones- wooyoung and yuqi- and immediately started regretting it
because not only were the two of them were making you drink a lot, ensuring a good hangover
but they also kept teasing everyone (including you) and you thought they were too loud
not that you werenât having fun
you surprised everyone by joining them after a few drinks, though you couldnât defend yourself like the two did
what a team they made
of all the people, mingi noticed that perhaps⊠you needed to switch seats
or the environment- he didnât want you to get too drunk
so when he subtly motioned for you to follow him, you nodded in answer
he told the drunk lot he would get more drinks
as if there werenât a bunch of unopened bottles on the groundÂ
but thankfully they were too busy roasting each other to notice
and then you made the excuse of wanting to go to the toilet and left
you walked inside the hall, trying to figure out exactly where mingi had gone
you almost walked past him in the dark corridor and if mingi hadnât grabbed your arm, you wouldnât have known
you turned towards him, eyes wide in surprise
he immediately let go of you, not wanting you to feel uncomfortable
âwanna go see the stars?â
when he said that, you didnât realise it would become a nighttime ritual for the two of you
because away from the city, you could see so many stars
that drunken night, you watched the stars with him in silence
too afraid to speak lest he figure out the desires within your heart
the desire to be with him, to get to know him more, to simply talk to him
but that comfortable silence definitely created a shift in your dynamics.
.
you didnât travel much the next day, just explored the surroundings and made a trip to the top of the hill
taking as many photos as you wanted
capturing candids of the students and the teachers to share with them later
watching in fascination as some of the kids caught bugs quite easily
thanking the girls who made flower bracelets for all of you
and when you caught mingi smiling at the bracelet on his wrist, you showed off yours
âthe boring old history teacher received a gift?â you teased
âyou have to admit that theyâre creative,â he laughed. âlook- the boys want them too.â
the boys, in fact, wanted them. they were all queued up waiting for the girls to give them all a bracelet- or a ring
âoh, when we go back, there are gonna be so many campus couples,â eunha joined the two of you to watch the sight
really, it was pretty obvious who liked who- they wanted to receive the flowers from the person they liked
and the girls wanted to give the flowers to the person they liked
you wondered if they were so obvious⊠were you too?Â
because it was common knowledge that wooyoung liked eunha- even right now, you caught him stealing glances at her
and if you looked behind you, mina was listening to seonghwa quite intently while he rambled on about something
hongjoong, who was right there, seemed the least interested
so when you looked up at mingi, you caught him staring at you and your heart skipped a beat
âyouâve got a little something on your head- a petal.â
âwhere?â you ran your fingers through your hair where he pointed but it seemed like you didnât get it
and mingi decided to take the matter into his own hands and leaned down a bit to pick the petal from near your ear
and just like that, time stopped for a few seconds
maybe you should stop really stop reading novels
even though you havenât read one in about a year
but just like in the books, the length of the duration- despite being only a matter of a few seconds- seemed too long
as you met his eyes, the golden rays of the sun casting a warm glow on his skin
and making his dark orbs more prominent
you wished he was wearing shades right now so you wouldnât be entranced by the way his eyes scanned your face
but you blinked, and the moment was over- he drew away and tossed the petal on the ground, smiling awkwardly
and you were so glad jongho called you at that moment, having spotted a kitten and knowing how much you liked cats
you got busy with him, burying that moment aside for the time being
that night, you came back to the same lodge
you didnât drink this time, having learned your lesson from how bad the hangover was in the morning
but you played a few games of uno and perhaps⊠this was noisier than last night
because there were quite a few sneaky players in this game
gyeoul and jongho- the evil duo of the school
âhave some shame,â wooyoung tsk-ed at gyeoul who grinned at jongho- only you seemed to have noticed the look they shared
the look of an underlying scheme
you were sometimes surprised by how well they got along despite gyeoul being a few years older than all of you, and jongho being the youngest teacher in the school
like attracts like, apparently. evil attracts evil
you noticed jongho mouth a number at gyeoul and you realised what was going on
they either took a peek at the other teacherâs cards since there wasnât much space here to hide your cards properly
or when jongho had shuffled the cards⊠he had pulled some trick at that time
either way, you werenât going to let the two of them win- at least not them
so you looked at mingi who was right in front of you, and you subtly let him know that the two were at it again
he stifled a smile, whispering âi got thisâÂ
and the tables turned when within a few minutes, he somehow tricked gyeoul into playing her wild cards but completely destroyed her
he did not win the game but to you, he was the winner
and you told him that when he asked if you wanted to watch the stars a bit tonight too before sleeping
he laughed loudly at that, almost getting shy
.
and that night, you talked about the most random stuff. again.
it was like you could never run out of things to talk about
after all, there was so much to talk about
the work tea
recent developments- eunha was noticing wooyoung back and seonghwa was still an airhead
you thought seonghwa was just equally nice to everyone so it would be hard to figure out if he looked at mina differently
some students tea- one of the close-knit group of friends had a falling out during the trip
mingi was sure they would figure it out on their own
but you were sure one of them would come to you or wooyoung for advice
you both were the unofficial counsellors in your school
âwhy wooyoung?â mingi wondered. âwhy not me?â
âbecause you, mr. song, seem a tad bit intimidating at times.â
the puppy eyes of disbelief he made in response proved you wrong
âwho? me?â
you couldnât help but laugh at the way he was looking at you
âsometimes, yes.â
âmore than wooyoung?â
âwooyoung is a literal ball of sunshine thoughâŠâ
mingi turned towards you, stepping closer
âdo i seem intimidating to you too?â
though it was an innocent question
it did nothing to help the butterflies in your stomach
it took everything in you to shake your head no
because he felt intimidating sometimes, that was true
and if it wasnât for his warm personality
you might not have ever interacted properly with him
mingi laughed to himself, perhaps knowing that you might be lying
and it fell silent all of a sudden
just the sound of the crickets and the rustling of the leaves
and the loud sound of your thoughts
the next two days were a blur
and you thought that when you would go back home, you would have to look at all the photos you took
to ingrain these memories in your brain
because the days were packed travelling and having fun
the bus rides were fun and now it was mr. song who showed his dance moves to the students
he was surprisingly very good- in fact- too good
you wondered if that was why he felt so chill- because he just had this chill groove to him
which showed a lot in his dance moves when he freestyled
you had to physically go and calm the girls after this because
suddenly they were seeing the boring old history teacher in a new light
you folded your arms when mingi made his way back, still laughing at the way the girls cheered for him and the boys clapped
he asked you if you liked what you saw
and that made you smack his arm and turn your focus out of the window to hide your blush admire the scenery
now it was mostly visiting a few spots such as more historical sites and shopping points
and during the day, you were usually with the girls so you could shop together
you tried the local delicacies which was a new experience for most of the people here
and visited an apple farm to help the farmers as well
since it was a packed two days, the teachers didnât really play more uno or drinkÂ
though all of you would gather, this time in the common room, to plan what was next
but both of these nights, mingi offered you the same thing-
wanna see the stars?
you learned more about him and he about you
you learned that he has always loved to danceÂ
and he loves karaokes- especially drunk karaokes
he learned more about your previous school experienceÂ
how they overworked you so muchÂ
combined with gaslighting, you thought it was normal and you were just lacking
he assured you that you made a good decision quitting
and commended you for taking the big step- after all, it must have been daunting
though he did not have a similar experience, he could understand you
just like that, you learned the little things about each other
and now that the trip was almost over, you told mingi that you would like to take a walk around while you watched the stars
.
while walking, you were suddenly reminded of the time the staff went out for dinner once
and everyone was at least a bit tipsy if not drunk
when it was time to wrap up and mingi saw that you meant to walk home
he offered to accompany you
and that was only a few months after you started teaching so you werenât very familiar with all the teachers
though you were pretty sure they were all very nice
you told mingi that he was too drunk but he insisted anyway
and you let him walk you to your neighbourhood which wasnât far from there
now, almost two years later, you were both taking a walk again and it was oddly reminiscent of that time
and it seemed like mingi was thinking the same when he asked you if you remembered when he first walked you home
âi never told you but i didnât remember for a while,â he confessed, the rustling of the leaves under your steps growing louder as you stepped on the autumn leaves
you werenât surprised, if you were honest
âitâs okay. you didnât do anything stupid. except make crow noises, but thatâs okay.â
mingi covered his face in his hands as he laughed and you smiled
âi may or may not have been trying to impress you.â
âreally? it was a success. i havenât heard many people pull off crow noises that well.â
when mingi made a face at that, you lightly punched his arm
âit really is okay. but i have one little favour to askâŠâ
mingi knew what was coming before you said it
and you both walked a bit further from the hotel
making sure no one was around
before mingi turned away from you and made the loudest caws
and this time, you laughed heartilyÂ
you were so absorbed in your little bubble that when you heard the sound of a door opening
probably the door of the nearest lodge who heard strange sounds in the middle of the night
you grabbed mingiâs hand instinctively and started running away from the source of the sound
the two of you couldnât stop laughing, even as you ran
so much that it made it harder to run, actually
he took the lead and guided you to the benches to catch your breaths
and it was only after a couple of minutes when your breathing returned to normal
and the adrenaline started to wear off
that you realised the two of you were still holding hands
maybe because the muscles of your arm tensed at the sudden realisation that mingi finally noticed your joined hands
but when he glanced at you and found the corners of your lips curved in a small smile at the sight
he squeezed your hand instead of letting it go
and you looked up at him to see him shyly smiling
âwhat?â you asked
you couldnât help it- you needed to know what he was thinking
ânothing, y/n,â he shook his head though he was unable to stifle his smile
âitâs not nothing,â you insisted. âwhy are you trying so hard not to smile?â
âitâs because i quite like this,â he finally admitted, raising your joined hands and you noticed how small your hand was in his, almost swallowed in his grip
for once, you were the one who was at a loss for words
âdid i say something wrong?â mingi asked
and you wished he wasnât so straightforward
but perhaps, it was for the better
and you thought the timing felt right too
the sky looked beautiful
the air felt like it was enveloping you in its embrace
the moon beautifully lit his face, highlighting the sharpness of his features
yet casting such a soft, welcoming glow
you shook your head, caressing the skin of his hand with your thumb in answer
there was no need for words anymore- the feelings were reciprocated, and you both could feel that
.
mingi made a daring move when he raised your joined hands in the air again
you wondered what he was up to now
but the last thing you expected was for him to kiss the back of your hand
it was such an endearing action that you could not help but giggle
âcanât we stay like this even when we go back home?â
an offer. a question. a confession. it was all of that and more
âi donât think you can see many stars in the city though.â
âi donât think i would have to look for stars,â mingi said, looking right at you
that was enough
you smacked his arm. âthatâs the cheesiest pick up line iâve ever heard. you really are the boring old history teacher, mingi.â
you started to go back, folding your arms and still giggling especially when mingi laughed loudly, rushing after you
you tried to run but damn his long legs
he caught up to you, running backwards in front of you now
you pouted as you tried to cross him, but he just wonât let you
âyou havenât answered my questions.â
you paused. you really hadnât, huh?
he stepped closer to you, trying to read your face for a hint of what was going on behind your eyes
and you thought it was time to finally follow your heartâs desires
and test the waters without any fear
you stepped closer, surprising him
you placed a hand on his shoulder and he wondered what you were about to do
he shut his eyes when you stood on your tiptoes, inches away from him
and you took a moment to drink in the sight
before you pecked his cheek, a giggle escaping your mouth
and this time, you ran for your life
because you didnât think you could take anything else right now
especially because you had waited so long for some sort of a signal from him
though you wanted nothing more than to hug him and stay there for the rest of the night
you let him chase you and let him hold your hand again
when it was time to separate to go to your respective rooms
he patted your cheek, looking at you with such soft eyes that you melted
and you knew, in that moment
that you were absolutely done for
the travelling time for the next day was a bit longer
which meant you got to spend more time with mingi on the bus
and it was a little awkward at first, the both of you fumbling around like the very teenagers you were making fun of not too long ago
the very teenagers that were on the bus right now
and it took you both a while to stop fidgeting and do something other than awkwardly laugh
thankfully, one of the students came forward with some snacks to share
and thus began a discussion of which snacks were better and which were mid-tier
you both were so enthusiastic about this that the students joined as well
before you knew it, you reached the outskirts of the village you were going to stay in for the next two days
and you thought beautiful was an understatement
the sea was so bright that it looked like a sheet of clear crystals under the sun
the air smelt of salt and sand and you felt a sense of relief
and so did the rest of the passengers- you could hear the soft sighs of the students
this was why you planned the trip
so everyone could just relax at the seaside
there was nothing planned for the last two days- there were a few sites so the students could divide into groups according to where they wanted to go
and the teachers would divide and tag along accordingly
the next two days were all about having fun
no more historical sights, as the kids teased mingi
though mingi retorted with a poetic âhistory is everywhereâ that earned him a few grimaces
as soon as you reached the lodges by the beach, the kids all ran towards the sea with the teachers shouting concerningly
thankfully, there were a few lifeguards since it was a tourist destination
so all of you decided to relax a little too, while still keeping an eye on the kids
.
that day, you all simply enjoyed being on the beach
making sandcastles, playing volleyball, swimming and collecting shells and rocks
mingi was out with his sleeveless again, no jacket covering his arms this time
you had a tough time if you were honest
and so did mina who couldnât stop sighing at the sight of seonghwaâs long wet hair matted to his face
you could kind of relate to her, though your eyes only followed mingi
and perhaps, you were as obvious as mina now
because a certain menace came to stand next to you
âwas just curious why you keep grinning into the distance. but nope. youâre just watching that fool. also, maybe wipe the drool off your mouth.â
you glared at wooyoung
âwhen you wipe yours. do you want to know what eunha thinks about you?â
suddenly, heâs ready to bow in front of you if necessary and you laughed
youâre both just two lovesick birds at this point and decided to calm yourself by making some sandcastles
âi never realised you got the hots for mingi too,â wooyoung said while trying to place a shell on the top of the lopsided castle.Â
âwhat do you mean âtooâ?â you asked absently, more focused on making sure the whole thing wouldnât collapse because of a shell
âheâs liked you for the longest time, y/n. youâve just only noticed now.â
oh.Â
that canât be true, can it?
âare you sure?â
âi mean, he literally watches the stars with you every night. why else would he do that? and only with you? i like watching stars too, he knows. never offered me now, did he?â
you snorted at that
it did make sense
plus, with the events of last night⊠he must like you a little, right?
you decided to confirm it tonight
this time, you were the one who asked to watch the stars with him
after dinner when you made sure all the kids were in their rooms
the whole staff went to watch the stars, actually
you couldnât miss it here- the full moon was the cherry on the top
however, you noticed how wooyoung and eunha found a spot away from the rest
mina also managed to get seonghwa to follow him- and perhaps, you thought, he really did like minaÂ
the rest were in their own bubble
and you grabbed mingiâs hand to lead him towards the big rock you had spotted earlier
where you could have a little privacyÂ
not that you aimed to do anything, no
you just wanted him all to yourself
was it selfish of you? yes. absolutely. but did you care?Â
nope
did mingi care? he followed you willingly
this time, you were more touchy with each other
while you talked about how much you had missed the beach, his fingers trailed the curves of your hand absently
you brushed the sand off his cheekbone
and he scooted closer to you
âi donât want to go back now,â you sighed happily
you really didnât want to- it was too peaceful here
and you had never felt more content
âneither do i,â mingi said. âbut at the same time⊠i do.â
âhmm⊠are you sick of watching the stars with me?â
mingi laughed at that
âi thought by now you knew that i never watched the stars.â
your heart did a few flips at his words and you glanced at him
he was right- he never really looked at the stars
he was always watching you
âwould you like to see the stars when we go back?â
âevery day, if i can?â he tucked your hair behind your ear as he said
âi really like you, y/n.â
.
god
itâs like youâre the high school student on a trip the way youâre feeling right now
you smiled, looking away and shyly responding
âi really like you too, mingi. i have, for a long time now.â
âhow long?â the goofy mingi was back
ânever answering that by the way,â you said, getting up and away from him. âyou cannot extract that information out of me.â
ây/n!â he yelled your name in warning and you laughed as you tried to make a dash
but he was far too quick and he grabbed your wrist
you had to put your free hand over your mouth to keep your laugh from booming across the horizon
but you could not contain it when he pulled you in to his chest
you wasted no time wrapping your arms around his slim waist
and he curled in your hold, rocking you back and forth
âyouâre too tall, by the way,â you said when you realised you were on your tiptoes and he was leaning down
he parted with a kiss on your cheek, pinching your nose afterwards
sending your brain into a spiral, turning you into mush
âyouâre too cute.â
no.
youâre too insane because you want to kiss him right now
and you donât know what took over you when you did just that- pecked his lips, surprising both of you
giggling when his eyes went a little wideÂ
your grin almost faded when he didnât respond
but before you could say or do something, he crashed his lips on yours
kissing you deeply, once before drawing away and making sure that it was okay
oh, it was more than okay
but he decided to keep things calm, kissing you slowly and testing the waters
it was perfect in every way, more than what you ever dreamed about
you just never expected this
you and mingi on this beautiful beach, the full moon shining on you two, the waves almost washing your feet
all the four-leaf clovers you found were worth it, it seemed
now that you were sort of official
you spent the next two days with each other
without any hesitation this time
the others barely noticed the difference and you realised that it was because perhaps, the two of you had always looked at each other that way
(or maybe a certain kim hongjoong told them to shut up and let you two enjoy)
but either way, the others let you two tag together when you accompanied the students into town
you went to the local shops and this time, you bought things for your friends and family just like the students
you all had bbq before coming back to the lodges
and that night, you gifted mingi a silly pair of sunglasses
round sunglasses with wide white rims
and when he wore them, you burst into a fit of giggles
âyou look like willy wonka from charlie and the chocolate factoryâ
âdo i?â mingi asked, unlocking his phone to check
âmingi wonka. mingi wonka, the amazing history teach~â
you were pretty sure your laughter was heard by everyone on the beach as he chased youÂ
you decided to take refuge in the waves of the sea and started swimming away from him
but he was quick to follow
and once he caught you, wrapping his arms around your waist, you laughed shyly
âsomeone will see us!â
but when you turned in his arms
the moonlight illuminating his face but hiding his eyes due to the glasses he still had on
you tried taking them off his face but he grabbed your wrists
âyeah, keep them on,â you whispered. âthey suit you.â
âi canât tell if this is a joke or not,â he smiled a bit
âyou just need a hat and a cane to go along with it-â
and before you knew it, mingi put his hand on top of your head and dunked you under the sea
you splashed water on him in revenge
and the two of you chased each other again until he finally caught you
and this time, you thought he really did look beautiful with the damp hair and the glasses
so you didnât try to wriggle away from his grasp when he leaned in to kiss you
.
the last day, everyone decided to just laze around at the beach
the kids played in the water all day
and it was a bit cloudy so the heat was tolerable too
you wore a hat, resting your back against a rock
and whoever passed by would mess up your hat, annoying you
wooyoung decided to step in to guard you
but also for advice
âwould it be too much if i cook and take eunha to a private spot for a little picnic?â
you shut the book you had been trying to read and turned your focus to wooyoung
âthat sounds cute, actually. would she accompany you willingly?â
wooyoung smacked your arm and you snickered. âshe gifted me my favourite perfume last night.â
âso?â
âhow did she know?â wooyoung folded his arms. âiâve never talked about which perfume i wear. no one knows, but she knew.â
this time, you let out a long âohâ as you pondered
âyouâre telling me she did her research?â
wooyoung nodded, very pleased
âdo you know what her favourite food is?â
âthatâs what i came to ask.â
you both did a little planning and wooyoung admitted that he had noticed a shift in your relationship with mingi too
you asked him if you were that obvious
and almost comically, you both looked towards seonghwa
âheâs hopeless,â wooyoung concluded
for some reason, mingi was very curious about what you two were talking about
(or maybe he just wanted you all to himself for the time being)
and he told you that intrusive thought that night
it was the last night of the trip and you would be leaving for home in the morning
so you told him that he better get used to the lack of proximity
because during school hours, it would be pretty packed especially now that exams were nearer
and after that, you both would have too much to work on
âwill i be able to see you often then?â
âi meanâŠâ you began. âwhat are we?â
mingiâs mouth formed an o shape as he realised
that you two hadnât really talked about this
âshall i ask you out?â
âif i have to tell you thatâŠâ you scowled at him and he laughed
digging into his pocket to extract a small box
it was your mouth forming the o shape now
he opened the box to reveal a set of matching bracelets
a pretty little silver chain, very subtle, and just how you preferred
âwill you go out with me?â
you made an impressed face, accepting the bracelet
âi didnât know you were such a romanticâ
âthere are a lot of things you donât know yetâ
âiâm pretty sure i donât need to know most of those things-â
mingi only laughed this timeÂ
that night came to be a memorable one
as the trip concluded and you got back to your daily routine
you found that it no longer felt mechanical
you started off with a smile on your face
even mondays felt excitingÂ
because you could see mingi at school
you would eat lunch together everyday with the rest of the staff
but it was official now- you and mingi
and wooyoung and eunha
the latter was more unexpected, the staff revealed
and you were flustered to hear about how obvious the two of you had been
but it was okay
seonghwa finally noticed that mina acted differently only around him
and was left confused as he tried to figure out how he felt
hongjoong and yuqi were your new enemies
they made it their lifeâs mission to never let you couples have a peaceful moment
at least wooyoung could fight back
you and mingi were the type to let him bully you
and the students?
they thought they were being subtle when they tried to make the two of you cross each other at the same corridor
or when they casually told you things about each other, little updates
you caught on pretty quick but you let them be
though it was all fun and jokes
hongjoong told you a little secret later on
that mingi had specifically requested to come on this trip because of you
it was endearing
after school, mingi would walk you home every night
because that was the time you could catch up with each other in private
sometimes, you would stop by to have dinner or coffee
you met each otherâs families and they instantly liked you
everything was perfect
everything was perfect, just like the waves had been on that beachÂ
calm, playful but strong
just like your love for each other
and every night before you went to sleep
(if you were not sleeping beside mingi)
you would look at the grid on your wall
at the pictures of you and mingi on the beach
and the picture of him in those silly glasses that suited him so well
