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hi, again… i know i promised to have stuff out by now, but things got in the way unfortunately. i’d just like to say that i’m going to need at least a week to focus on studies then afterwards ill be back! i apologize for the long wait :(
hello! it’s been a few days, but i’m here, and i wanted to say that i am working on requests, but right now i’m focusing on making part 2 of "dirty little secret." i promise to have more stuff uploaded for you guys by the end of this week and over the weekend as well. ♡
synopsis: student council president choi beomgyu is the golden boy of school. perfect grades, perfect smile, perfect reputation. he's untouchable, unapproachable, and unbearably pretty. you've never exchanged more than two words with him until you borrow his laptop during a group project and discover his secret side hustle: he's one of the most popular camboys on the platform.
warnings: nsfw, camboy!beomgyu, explicit sexual content, masturbation (both solo and mutual), voyeurism/exhibitionism themes, dirty talk, corruption kink, power dynamics, student council, reader is kind of a stalker at first (with consent established later), unprotected sex, slight degradation/praise mix, beomgyu is a bit of a brat and a switch, mentions of all txt members, non-idol au.
the first time you see choi beomgyu cry, it's not in the hallways of school where he reigns as student council president with that practiced smile. it's through a screen, his face flushed as he whines, tears tracking down his cheeks while he works himself open with three fingers buried deep.
you're supposed to be working on your ap literature presentation. that's what you told yourself when you opened his laptop, when the password autofill betrayed him, when you found the folder labeled "tax documents" that definitely doesn't contain tax documents.
you should close it. you should absolutely close it.
instead, you watch.
beomgyu—choi beomgyu, who gave the welcome speech at orientation with such poise that half the junior class developed instant crushes—whimpers into his camera and calls himself a desperate little slut who needs to be watched to get off.
"fuuck," he breathes, arching his back, "fuck, you guys are so quiet tonight. tell me what you want. tell me how you want me to ruin myself."
the chat explodes with tips. hundreds of dollars flooding in with each request. beomgyu moans like he's being paid to, which he is, and spreads his legs wider, showing off the stretch of his hole around his fingers.
you realize you've been holding your breath.
"want me to add another?" he asks, voice pitched sweet, nothing like the measured, articulate tone he uses when addressing the student body. "i can take it. i can take so much for you. i'm so fucking full already but i need more, i always need more—"
your phone buzzes against your thigh and you nearly scream. it's a text from yeonjun, asking where you are, if you're still coming to soobin's party tonight. you ignore it. you can't look away from the screen.
beomgyu adds a fourth finger and sobs.
you don't know how long you watch. time becomes meaningless. you learn things about him that no amount of student council meetings could reveal: the way he likes his nipples pinched hard enough to bruise, the specific phrase—"good boy" that makes him cum untouched, spilling over his own stomach with a wail that sounds like it costs him something precious.
after, when he's cleaned up and the stream has ended, he sits in the glow of his desk lamp and reads the chat messages with a small, genuine smile. he thanks people by username. he remembers details about their lives, asks how their exams went, wishes them goodnight with such sincerity that your chest aches.
you close the laptop.
you don't sleep that night.
"you're staring again," taehyun says, sliding into the seat beside you at lunch. he's got his physics textbook open, already working through problems while eating an apple. "you've been weird for three days."
"haven't," you mumble, stabbing at your salad.
"you have," kai agrees from across the table, mouth full of sandwich. "you're all..." he makes a vague gesture around his face. "intense. like you're plotting something."
"maybe i am."
"ominous," yeonjun says, dropping into the seat on your other side with his characteristic grace. he's got that look, the one that means he's going to meddle. "does it involve a certain student council president? because soobin told me he saw you two talking in the library yesterday."
"we weren't talking," you say. "he was retrieving a book and i was... nearby."
"stalking," taehyun translates.
"observing," you correct.
the truth is, you've been observing a lot. beomgyu in his natural habitat is fascinating—a performance of perfection so seamless you wonder if he even knows he's performing anymore. he holds doors and remembers names and defuses conflicts with such effortless charm that it feels almost scripted, but it is. how he acts in school is far different from when he’s on camera.
you want to know which one is real. you want to know if either of them is.
"he's having a party," yeonjun says casually. "small thing. council members only, apparently, but soobin's going because he's vice president. i could get you in."
"why would you do that?"
yeonjun shrugs, "because you're miserable and it's entertaining. also, kai owes me twenty dollars and i want to see you make a fool of yourself."
"thanks.”
"anytime."
the party is at beomgyu's house, which turns out to be less of a house and more of a minor estate. you arrive with yeonjun and soobin, clutching a bottle of cheap wine you definitely shouldn't have brought, wearing a dress that feels like way too tight.
"relax," soobin murmurs as you hover in the doorway. he's got his vice president badge still clipped to his jacket, which is both adorable and deeply on-brand. "he doesn't bite."
you think of beomgyu on camera, teeth sunk into his own lip hard enough to draw blood as he rides his fingers. you think of the way he begs, the way he sounds when he's desperate.
"pretty sure he does," you say.
soobin gives you a strange look but yeonjun is already dragging you inside, into the warm press of bodies and music.
you spot beomgyu immediately. he's in the kitchen, leaning against the counter with his sleeves rolled up and his tie loosened, laughing at something one of the senior council members said. he looks soft like this, approachable.
he catches you staring.
you don't look away. you've spent too many hours watching him through a screen to pretend shyness now. you hold his gaze until something flickers in his expression—recognition, confusion, then a slow realization that makes his smile falter.
he knows. he doesn't know how, but he knows you know.
you raise your wine bottle in a mock toast. he swallows hard, adam's apple bobbing, and turns back to his conversation with intensity.
the game, as they say, is on.
you find his bedroom by accident, or maybe by intuition. it's at the end of a long hallway, unmistakable by the "student council president" plaque on the door that seems to be there ironically. the room itself is surprisingly messy—clothes draped over chairs, textbooks stacked, a desk with dual monitors that makes your stomach flip with recognition.
you shouldn't be in here. you're definitely going to get caught.
you're about to leave when you hear footsteps in the hall. panic freezes you in place. the door opens.
beomgyu stands there, backlit by the hallway light, and for a moment you see the mask slip entirely. he looks exhausted. he looks like a boy who carries too many secrets.
"you shouldn't be here," he says, and his voice is different—rougher, more honest.
"i know what you do," you say, because you've never been good at subtlety.
he goes very still. "what do you think i do?"
"you cry pretty," you say, "when you're fucking yourself open for strangers."
the silence stretches between you. its tense.
"get out," he whispers.
"make me."
he laughs, then, a sharp, startled thing. "you have no idea what you're playing with."
"then show me."
something breaks in him. you see it happen—the moment he stops being student council president choi beomgyu and becomes something rawer, hungrier. he crosses the room in three strides and backs you against his desk, caging you with his arms.
"you want to know what i do?" he breathes, and his eyes are dark, pupils blown wide. "you want to see the real me, is that it? little stalker?"
"i want to know if you're real at all," you admit.
he studies your face like he's memorizing it. "i'm real," he says quietly. "i'm real when i'm on camera. that's the only time i am."
"show me."
he hesitates. you can see the war in him, the habit of hiding, fighting against something else, something desperate and lonely. then he reaches past you, opens his laptop, pulls up the streaming platform.
"my show starts in ten minutes," he says. "usually i prep. get in the right headspace. but you..." he laughs. "you've already seen me at my worst. might as well see me at my best."
"you were never at your worst," you say. "you were beautiful."
he looks at you like you've struck him. "don't," he warns. "don't say things like that if you don't mean them."
"i mean them."
he turns away, busying himself with camera angles and lighting, but you can see his hands shaking. "you can stay," he says, "but you have to be quiet. and you can't... you can't touch me. not on camera. the viewers don't know about you."
"do they know about the real you?"
he pauses. "no," he admits. "they know a version. a character."
"which one am i getting?"
he looks over his shoulder at you, and his smile is complicated, layered with things you can't name. "tonight? i don't know. i haven't decided yet."
the stream goes live.
he's different with you in the room. you can tell immediately—there's a self-consciousness to his movements, a hesitation where there used to be seamless performance. the chat notices too, asking if he's okay, if something's wrong.
"just distracted tonight," he says, and his voice has dropped into that honeyed register you recognize. "thinking about someone."
the chat explodes. "who?" they want to know. "tell us." "is it a boy?" "a girl?" "someone we know?"
"someone who shouldn't be here," beomgyu says, and his eyes flick to where you're sitting on his bed, just out of frame. "someone who saw me before i put on the show. saw me... raw."
he unbuttons his shirt slowly, revealing the pale stretch of his torso. you know what he looks like beneath the clothes now, know the constellation of moles on his body, the way his stomach muscles flutter when he's close.
"they're watching me right now," he continues, addressing the camera but looking at you. "from the dark. can't you see them in my eyes? i'm performing for two audiences tonight, and one of them is real."
the tips start flowing in. beomgyu smirks, that practiced expression that doesn't reach his eyes, and slides his hand down his stomach.
"what should i do for you tonight?" he asks the chat. "i'm feeling... exposed. like i want to be seen all the way through."
requests flood in. beomgyu scans them, cherry-picking the ones that suit his mood, and slowly, methodically, he begins to unravel.
you've seen this before. you shouldn't be affected. but watching it live, watching the sweat bead on his forehead and his chest heave with real breaths, is different from on a screen. he's warm in front of you, radiating heat and need, and when he whines it's not through speakers but directly into the air you share.
"need more," he gasps, working himself open with practiced efficiency. "need to be full, need to be watched, need—" he breaks off with a sob, and you realize with a start that he's crying, real tears, not the performative ones from before. "fuck, i can't, not with you here, i can't—"
the chat is confused, asking what's wrong, if he's hurt, if they should call someone.
"no," he chokes out, "no, i'm fine, i just—" he looks at you, really looks at you, and his expression crumples. "i can't fake it tonight. i can't be what they want when you're sitting there watching me actually fall apart."
you stand up. you don't mean to. your body moves without permission, crossing the space between you, stepping into the frame of his camera.
the chat goes wild.
"who is she"
"omg is that his girlfriend"
"she's pretty"
"wait is this part of the show"
beomgyu stares up at you, eyes wide and wet and terrified. "what are you doing?"
"being real with you," you say, and you reach out, thumb brushing the tears from his cheek. "turn it off."
"i can't, i have—this is my job, i—"
"turn it off," you repeat, "or i'll do it for you."
your hand hovers over the keyboard. beomgyu makes a sound like he’s hurt and reaches past you, ending the stream with a violent click. the room goes silent except for his ragged breathing.
"do you know how much money i just lost?" he whispers.
"i don't care."
"you should. this pays for my car, my clothes, my—fuck." he buries his face in his hands. "you've ruined everything. you've seen me, you've really seen me, and now you know i'm just—i'm just a whore who needs strangers to tell him he's worth something."
you kneel in front of him, forcing him to look at you. "i know you're the student council president who stays three hours after school to make sure the homecoming decorations are perfect. i know you're the guy who bought kai coffee when he was crying about his audition last month. i know you're real, beomgyu, and i don't care about the rest."
"you should," he says, but his voice is small.
"why?"
"because i'm broken," he admits, and the words seem to cost him everything. "because i need this, need to be watched and wanted and consumed, because without it i'm just—i'm just empty. i'm a performance with no actor underneath."
you take his hand, place it over your heart. "feel that? i'm real. you're real. this is real."
he shudders, a full-body tremor that racks through him like a fever. "touch me," he begs, "please, just—i need to feel something that isn't mediated by a screen. i need you to touch me like you mean it."
you kiss him.
it's clumsy, desperate, nothing like the polished intimacy of his streams. he makes a noise against your lips, and suddenly his hands are everywhere—tugging at your dress, your hair, pulling you closer like he's drowning and you're air.
"wait," you breathe, "beomgyu, wait—"
"don't," he whimpers, "don't make me stop, i can't, i need—"
"shh," you soothe, "i'm not stopping. i just want to look at you."
you push him back onto the bed, following him down. up close, he's overwhelming—skin flushed pink, eyes glassy with tears and want, chest heaving. he looks wrecked already and you've barely touched him.
"you're so beautiful," you tell him, and you mean it. "not because you're performing. just because you are."
he sobs, turning his face away. "don't. don't be nice to me, i can't take it, i'll—"
"you'll what?"
"i'll fall in love with you," he confesses, voice barely audible. "i'm already halfway there. i've been watching you too, you know. in the halls. at lunch. wondering what your voice sounds like when you're not just answering questions in class."
you kiss his throat, his collarbone, the hollow of his throat where his pulse beats. "you can fall," you whisper. "i'll catch you."
he unravels after that. he pulls at your clothes with shaking hands, helping you strip until you're bare above him, then freezes.
"you're—" he swallows hard. "you're perfect."
"so are you."
"i'm not, i'm—" he gestures at himself, at his exposed body, his flushed skin. "i'm a mess."
"let me clean you up," you say, and you slide down his body, taking him into your mouth before he can protest.
the sound he makes is inhuman. his back arches off the bed, hands flying to your hair, not guiding but just holding on, grounding himself. "fuck, fuck, fuck, that's—oh god, you don't have to, you don't—"
you hum around him, and he screams.
it's different from his performative cam noises—higher, more broken, completely uncontrolled. his thighs trembling, and when you look up you can see him watching you with an expression of absolute wonder, like he can't believe you're real.
"gonna cum," he warns, "gonna cum, please, i can't—"
you don't pull back. you take him deeper, swallowing around him, and he comes with a cry that sounds like your name, spilling down your throat in hot pulses. you swallow everything, licking him clean while he whines and twitches, oversensitive and overwhelmed.
"come here," he pants, pulling you up his body. "come here, let me—i want to make you feel good too."
you straddle his waist, feeling the hard line of him already stirring again against your thigh. "you don't have to—"
"i want to," he insists. "let me show you what i can do when i'm not acting. let me show you how i actually want to touch someone."
he flips you onto your back, settling between your legs with a confidence that makes your breath catch. he kisses down your body with reverence—your breasts, your stomach, the curve of your hip—pausing when he reaches where you're wet and wanting.
"can i?" he asks, looking up at you with those dark, dark eyes.
"please."
he doesn't tease. he simply tastes you like he's starving, like he's been waiting his whole life for this, and the reality of choi beomgyu between your thighs is infinitely better than any fantasy. he's enthusiastic, messy, completely focused on your reactions. when he finds something that makes you gasp, he does it again, and again, until you're clutching his hair and grinding against his face.
"you taste so good," he mumbles, the vibration making you whimper. "so good, so sweet, i've thought about this, thought about what you'd feel like, taste like—"
"beomgyu," you gasp, "beomgyu, i'm gonna—"
"let go," he encourages, looking up at you with his chin shining with your arousal. "cum for me, pretty girl. let me feel you fall apart."
you do. you come with his name breaking across your lips like a prayer, your whole body shaking with the force of it. he rides you through it, gentle now, soft presses of his tongue that prolong the pleasure until you're twitching away, too sensitive.
he crawls up your body, kissing you so you can taste yourself on his lips. "you okay?" he asks, searching your face.
"more than okay," you breathe. "i want you inside me."
he groans, dropping his forehead to your shoulder. "you're going to kill me."
"but what a way to go."
he laughs, shaky and genuine, and reaches for his nightstand. you watch him roll the condom on with trembling fingers, and when he positions himself at your entrance, he pauses.
"are you sure?" he asks, and he's so careful, so calm, that your heart aches.
"yes," you whisper, "yes, beomgyu, i'm sure."
he pushes in slowly, filling you inch by inch, watching your face for any sign of discomfort. by the time he's fully seated, he's shaking again, sweat beading on his forehead.
"you feel—" he swallows hard. "you feel incredible. you're so warm, so tight, i can feel you pulsing around me—"
"move," you beg, wrapping your legs around his waist. "please, beomgyu, move."
he does. he sets a rhythm that's unhurried, deep, nothing like the frantic pace of him by himself. each thrust is deliberate, angled to hit that spot inside you. he keeps his eyes locked on yours, refusing to look away, and the intimacy of it is almost too much—being seen, truly seen, by someone who spends his life hiding.
"i've got you," he whispers, pressing his forehead to yours. "i've got you, you're safe, you're perfect—"
"you too," you gasp, "you're perfect, you're so good, beomgyu—"
he makes that sound, the one you know from his streams, that broken keen of overwhelming pleasure. but this time it's for you, only you, and the knowledge sends you spiraling toward the edge again.
"close," you warn him, "i'm so close—"
"me too," he pants, "together? can we—"
"yes," you cry, "yes, together—"
he reaches between you, thumb finding your clit, and that's it—you come apart beneath him, your orgasm ripping through you with devastating force. he follows seconds later, burying his face in your neck and groaning long and low as he spills into the condom, his hips stuttering.
for a long moment, you just breathe together. he stays inside you, not wanting to break the connection, pressing soft kisses to your throat, your jaw, anywhere he can reach.
"hi," he whispers finally.
you laugh, breathless. "hi."
"that was—" he shakes his head. "i don't have words. i've never—i've never done that with anyone. the real thing, i mean. not performing."
"i know," you say, stroking his hair. "i could tell. it was better."
"yeah?"
"yeah. no performance. just you."
he pulls back to look at you, and his expression is so vulnerable, so open, that it takes your breath away. "i want to do this again," he says. "not just the sex. the... the being real. with you."
"you're asking me to be your girlfriend?"
"i'm asking you to be my secret," he says, and then winces. "that sounds terrible. i mean—i mean i want to know you the way you know me. all of me. the parts i show the world and the parts i don't."
"and the parts you show the camera?"
he blushes, the color spreading down his neck and chest. "those too, if you want. i mean, you could—if you wanted to watch, or even—" he bites his lip. "you could be in the room. off-camera. or—i don't know. i'm getting ahead of myself."
"i like the idea," you say softly. "of being your secret. of knowing the real you."
he smiles, and it's the first genuine smile you've seen from him. "then it's a deal?"
"it's a deal."
he kisses you, slow and sweet, and you can feel him stirring inside you again, already ready for round two. you groan against his mouth.
"again? already?"
"you inspire me," he murmurs, rolling his hips to prove his point.
"insatiable."
"only for you."
after, when you're both exhausted and tangled in his sheets, he pulls out his phone and shows you his streaming account. the notifications are insane—hundreds of messages asking about the mysterious girl, if he's okay, when he's coming back.
"what are you going to tell them?" you ask.
"the truth," he says, "or some version of it. that i found something real. that i'm taking a break to figure out what that means."
"are you? taking a break?"
he looks at you, and his expression is soft, fond, completely unguarded. "maybe. or maybe i'll start a couples channel." he winks, and you shove him, laughing.
"pervert."
"you like it."
you can't argue with that.
monday at school, everything is different and nothing is. beomgyu still walks the halls with his perfect posture, his perfect smile, his perfect reputation intact. he still holds doors and remembers names.
but now, when he passes you in the hallway, he lets his hand brush yours. when he sees you at lunch, he winks—just a tiny flicker of his eye that only you would notice. and after school, when the building empties out, he pulls you into the student council office and kisses you against the desk where he signs attendance reports, his hands roaming under your skirt while he whispers filthy things in your ear.
"you're terrible," you gasp as he marks your neck with his teeth. "someone could walk in."
"let them," he breathes, "let them see what a good boy i am for you."
you come apart with his fingers inside you and his name on your lips, and when you open your eyes he's watching you with that same expression of wonder, like you're the most precious thing he's ever seen.
"tonight," he whispers, "come over tonight. i'm going to stream, and i want you there. in the room. in the frame, if you're comfortable."
"you want to show me off?"
"i want to show them what real looks like," he corrects. "i want them to see me with someone who knows me. all of me."
"okay," you say, "okay, i'll be there."
he kisses you once more, soft and sweet, and then he pulls away, smoothing his clothes back into place.
that night, you sit on his bed while he sets up the camera. he looks nervous, fidgeting with his lighting, checking his angles.
"hey," you say, and he looks over. "you're going to be amazing. just be yourself."
"which self?"
"all of them," you say. "i love all of them."
he stares at you, eyes wide, and then he crosses the room in two strides and kisses you hard enough to bruise. "i love you too," he breathes against your mouth. "i know it's fast, i know it's crazy, but i—"
"i know," you say. "me too."
he pulls back, smiling that real smile, the one that's just for you. "ready?"
"ready."
he hits go live.
"hey everyone," he says, and his voice is warm, confident, completely genuine. "i'm back. and i brought someone with me. someone who knows my secrets. someone who makes me want to be real."
he holds out his hand. you take it, stepping into the frame.
the chat explodes. tips flood in. but beomgyu isn't looking at the screen anymore. he's looking at you, only you, and his smile is the truest thing you've ever seen.
"this is her," he says softly. "my dirty little secret. and i'm never letting her go."
he kisses you while hundreds of strangers watch, and for the first time, you understand. this isn't about hiding. it's about being seen. and now, finally, you both are.
a/n: thank you for reading! beomgyu is a mess but he's a mess who deserves love and also to be absolutely ruined on camera. if you want a part two where they explore the couples streaming dynamic let me know ^//^ also yes soobin definitely knows and is just waiting for beomgyu to tell him, yeonjun has already figured it out and is taking bets on how long until they get caught, taehyun is confused but supportive, and kai just wants to know if this means he gets free premium access (he does). thanks again for the request! ♡
i’m not really feeling my beige blog layout anymore, so i’ll be changing it to pink and reworking my pinned post as well! this will also carry over to some of my upcoming fics, which will have a pink theme. of course, this won’t affect your guys requests or the way i write and structure my fics.
as i spend more time on tumblr, i’m getting a better feel for how i want to organize and present everything in a way that feels more cohesive and easier to navigate!
inspiration: Gorgeous by Taylor Swift
pairing: non-idol!Kai x fem!reader
wc: 11k
summary: your new neighbour helps you see that your boyfriend is cheating on you
in this fic: non-idol!txt, non-idol!chaewon and non-idol!yunjin from le sserafim
tw: cheating (not by txt), alcohol comsumption
a/n: I love a next door neighbour fic so I HAD to write one plus Kai is totally gorgeous
You have lived in your tiny studio apartment for 5 years now. Living in the city was your dream and you still love it to this day. The only problem you have encountered was the moody middle aged corporate woman living next door to you on the right. If it wasn’t for her cat Pumpkin, who is your cat Peanut’s best friend, you would struggle to tolerate her. She complained about everyone in the building including you. The walls were quite thin so you could empathise with her a little bit, being victim to some loud and sometimes strange noises from the surrounding apartments too.
Initially you didn’t notice the absence of your neighbour, after living next to her for so many years you had perfected how to avoid her. It was the absence of her cat Pumpkin that had you starting to wonder. He would tightrope walk across the mental railings of your close balconies and enter your space through the sliding door to meet with Peanut. For over a week, Peanut had been sitting by the window every evening waiting for his best friend who never came.
The elderly woman, Mrs Kim, who lived on the other side of you, was a gossip. Whether it came from other tenants or her grandkids she loved a good drama and would share it with anyone she could. Catching you coming home from work one day, she talked your ear off about all sorts yet the only one that got your full attention was that your middle-aged neighbour and her ginger cat had moved out. You couldn’t believe it, Peanut’s friend was gone. You felt a pang of sadness only for it to be taken over by joy realising you didn’t have to deal with your moody neighbour anymore. Mrs. Kim continued talking telling you of the very attractive young gentleman that is now moving in. Like all elderly people, she would exaggerate how gorgeous the younger people of today were, for all you knew she could be telling people you were a beautiful young woman. You wouldn’t hate that actually.
Finally, making it back to your apartment you gave Peanut a big hug and explained to him his friend had moved away. You knew he didn’t understand but it made you feel better to tell him anyway. You decided to buy him a ginger cat plushie as a reminder of his friend.
Entering the corridor from the stairwell you huffed and dragged your feet along, your heavy bag hanging on your shoulder. You loved your job at the office but like all jobs some days were just too much and today had been one of those days. Pulling your keys out of your bag, you notice several cardboard boxes stacked up around your neighbour’s door, one box holding it open. Before you can unlock your door and escape inside, a man appears. He is about to pick up another box when he spots you. A friendly side smile blooming on his face, he steps around the boxes.
“Hey, you must be the pretty young woman with a cat I was told lives next door. It’s nice to meet you, I’m Kai.”
Oh no, Mrs Kim was right. He is gorgeous. There was no exaggeration this time. You can’t tell if it’s from his gaze or the compliment but your face is already tinted pink.
“Hi, I’m Y/N. I can tell you have already met my other neighbour,” you motion to the door next to yours, “She gets very excited to talk to anyone who will listen and my goodness can she talk.” He chuckles, “yeah, I was stuck listening to her for almost an hour. Poor moving men were left to haul all my stuff up here without me but hey, I know a lot about the building already.” You smile at the image of the tiny woman talking up to him. “I’ve only got these left to take in,” he glances round at the remaining boxes giving you the opportunity to quickly look him over. Cute nose, black hair framing his dark eyes, loose fitting black top that is now quite dusty, grey sweatpants and sneakers. Kai turns back around. A killer smile too.
“Well, I’ll let you get on. If you need anything just knock,” you smile at him to show you really did mean it. You would always try to help your neighbours out where you could.
“Thanks so much, I appreciate it. I’ll let you know when I’m all unpacked and maybe you could come over for a house warming drink,” he tilts his head at you still adoring the smirk. It is unclear to you whether he meant that in a friendly way or not, best not think too much into it. Your cheeks flash pink again so you quickly look down to your keys, fumbling with them to move the keyrings out the way.
“I’ll listen out for the knock, good luck with the rest of your unpacking,” and with that you unlock your door and step in without looking at him too closely again. He watches as you walk into your apartment catching a glimpse of the tabby cat meowing at your feet.
“Hey Peanut,” he hears you say before closing the door.
Knowing that your miserable neighbour is gone is a relief but having such a hot man only on the other side of your thin walls is making you sweat a little bit. You hope you never have to interact with Kai when your boyfriend is around.
Kai’s first week in his new apartment has been great. He is getting along really well with everyone in the building, especially the old lady at the end of the corridor that somehow manages to catch him almost every time he is returning home. He hasn’t seen the pretty girl next door as much as he would like. The only time he has seen her, since their initial interaction, was outside the main building doors as he was coming home from work one evening. She met with a man, gave him a kiss then held his hand as they walked away. He must be her boyfriend.
It took him longer to unpack than he expected, not anticipating how difficult it is to reorganise all his belongings in a new space. He has been going to work all week too, not taking too much time off to move. By Friday though he was finally finished. Kai decided he would knock on your door in the evening, noticing that you went to work during the day. He hoped you were alone.
Kai knocks on your door at 7pm, he has just been to the shop and bought a variety of drinks to stock up his apartment so he would definitely have something you liked. He hears you shuffling to the door and unlocking it. The image he is greeted with is not what he was expecting. You are standing in a beautiful dress, neutral shade, flowy short sleeves, length down to your shins. Your hair is curled, matching silver jewelry on and glittery makeup over your eyelids. Kai would be expecting you to be stepping out to go to a fancy restaurant if it wasn’t for the fluffy slippers on your feet. He’s stunned, unable to greet you first.
“Oh… Hi Kai. How are you?” you weekly greet him, quickly trying to fix your eye makeup with the pads of your fingers. The action causes Kai to notice that your eyes are red, small black smudges under them. You had been crying. His smile falls.
“Hey… is everything alright?” he asks, concern evident in his voice.
“Yeah” you reply hastily, not wanting him to worry. Peanut rubs up against your leg, jealous of being left out. You look down at him. Feeling his loving affection causes more tears to well up in your eyes, you were too sensitive right now. Kai sweeps his gaze over your apartment while you are temporarily distracted. On the table are several lit candles and two wine glasses, only one filled.
“Actually… no, I’m not okay,” you confess, looking back up. Kai doesn’t want to pry as you two just met but seeing you so upset wrenches on his heart.
“Are you expecting company?” he treads lightly.
“Not anymore,” you think about your boyfriend and the evening you had planned, the food you made currently keeping warm in the oven. After returning home from work, you had spent hours getting the evening ready to make it special. When Kai knocked you were just composing yourself to spend the evening alone with Peanut. Seeing him standing in your doorway, an idea crosses your mind.
“I made a meal for two but now it's just me, would you like to join me so it doesn’t go to waste?”
Kai had been upgraded from drinks in his bare flat to a meal with you in yours, he thanked his past self for pushing on with the unpacking.
Without hesitating he replies,“I would love to join you,” a softness lacing his voice this time paired with a warm smile. The sight causes your lips to tug into a small smile for the first time this evening.
Kai took off his shoes by the door and crouched to greet Peanut with a gentle stroke on his head. Peanut is a friendly cat so did not waste any time rubbing his fur all over Kai’s dark jeans, purring as he went. Kai chuckled at how affectionate Peanut already is with him. It soothes your heart to see Peanut so happy with another human as your most frequent visitor, your boyfriend, didn’t care for cats so tried to avoid Peanut at all costs. Kai stands up following you into the kitchen, little feet trotting along behind him.
You slide on a pair of oven mitts then lift the baking tray out of the oven. As Kai watches you in your lovely silk dress and brightly coloured oven mitts, his brain spins with questions. You close the oven door and place the tray down. Kai tries his best to ask delicately.
“How come you have ended up alone this evening, if you don’t mind me asking?” Holding a plate in one hand, spatula in the other, you scoop up lasagna and slide it onto the plate.
“My boyfriend was supposed to come round for an early birthday meal with me but he cancelled on me at the last minute,” you let out a breathy laugh to imply it was no big deal yet your red rimmed eyes told the opposite. You repeat the process with the other plate, gaze focused on the task.
“For your birthday?” he clarifies. You nod your head and turn around placing the spatula in the sink. Kai feels a sudden heat rushing throughout his chest. Your boyfriend better have had a good excuse, in fact is there a good excuse to cancel last minute on your girlfriend when she has organised an evening for HER birthday?
Keeping his voice calm, he asks “why did he cancel?” You pick up one of the plates and before you can grab the other Kai has it in his hands, you walk over to your small dining table together. You feel embarrassed to tell him what your boyfriend said he was up to tonight so you try to dodge the question.
“Would you like a drink? I opened a bottle of wine earlier,” you raise the bottle to show him.
“That would be really nice, thank you,” you fill up your glass again and carry both over to the table.
Sitting across from each other now, neither of you touching the cutlery, you know you will have to tell him. His deep brown eyes stare at you, patiently waiting. You sigh realising he should know, after all he has taken your boyfriend's place tonight.
“My boyfriend, Jay…” you pause thinking of the best way to put it, “he texted me an hour ago saying that he was going to spend the night with his mates instead, they will be out clubbing,” you knew this from the countless other times he has been out with his friends. Kai is astounded. Jay ditched you to go to the club?
“And he was aware that this evening was to celebrate your birthday?” he asked, trying to understand this man’s logic.
“He did,” you mumble, feeling the sadness wash over you once again. Staring down at the pasta you had made your appetite vanishes. The sight reminding you of who it was for and how he chose to spend his night elsewhere. Kai studied your expression, understanding that this was hurting you more than your words suggested. He wondered how a man could be so stupid when it came to a woman so beautiful as you.
He has to turn this evening around, even if it isn’t your birthday today he wants to celebrate. He raises his wine glass, “To Y/N, happy early birthday and congrats on your amazing new neighbour!” You are grateful for the energy shift. Kai’s face is filled with hope, you raise your glass too clinking it against his before taking a well needed large sip.
“Thank you Kai. My new neighbour definitely beats my old moody neighbour,” you giggle, “shame he doesn’t have a ginger cat called Pumpkin.” Kai tilts his head at you, brows furrowed slightly.
“Oh yeah…” you realise he didn’t know about Pumpkin, “she had a cat called Pumpkin, he was best friends with Peanut. He would visit my apartment everyday via the balcony to see him,” your eyes search the floor for your cat, finding him sitting right by Kai’s feet, sweeping his tail across the floor like a dog. Kai followed your gaze down to Peanut. He leaned down to rub his head evoking a happy meow.
“I was thinking about getting him a little ginger cat plushie as a reminder,” Kai practically bounces out of his seat at your words.
“Oh oh, I know a great place that sells plushies. They have a huge selection of cats, we should go some time,” he turns back to Peanut, “sorry about your friend buddy, bet you miss him.” Watching Kai pet your cat, a comfortable calm feeling settles across your chest. You had been so busy all day, at work then preparing the evening, getting yourself ready all for it to come to a screeching halt with a single one line text. Now in front of you is a person who enjoys your cat's company, asks the right amount of questions, and makes plans for both of you without giving it a second thought. Things your boyfriend definitely didn’t do.
The evening goes well, just as Kai wanted. The lasagna slowly disappeared between conversation and laughing. Kai steered the chatting away from relationships feeling that would be the best course of action for tonight. You both learned so much about each other. Kai told you about his four best friends, insisting that you would have to meet them at their next monthly game night that will be held at Kai’s new apartment. He spoke passionately about his job as a music producer, diving into some stories about recent projects he is working on. You find out he is a middle child between two sisters which explains his patience and calm tone. When it is your turn to share he listens to you intently, finding out you work in an office, which sounds boring but you actually really love it. Besides Peanut, you have two human best friends. The three of you usually meet up every few weeks to catch up and discuss the books you were reading. You tell him about your family and how they live in the suburbs so you only get to see them during the holidays.
After the meal, Kai generously helps you to wash up and put things away. While observing him wipe down the table, you are struck by an intrusive comparison. Other people in your life, like your friends and family, would do the same as Kai now, help out and share the workload between you. You know this yet your brain compares him to Jay. Based on your first proper interaction with Kai tonight you can already tell that they are complete opposites. Jay doesn’t care for your cat, Jay doesn’t choose to spend the night with you, Jay wouldn’t help you tidy up, Jay wouldn’t sit there and actually listen to you, eyes on you, asking follow up questions that make sense. Kai has done all of those things tonight.
Returning the cloth back where he found it he says “All done! Thank you so much for inviting me in, I’ve had a really nice time getting to know my new neighbour and her cute cat. The lasagna was delicious by the way, I’d definitely eat that again,” he chuckles at himself.
“No problem, I’m glad you enjoyed it. I don’t think it would have been very nice if I ate it for my lunch tomorrow,” you scrunch your nose in disgust. He laughs again.
“Glad I could help out.” Peanut jumps up onto the counter begging for attention. Kai’s eyes widen remembering his suggestion earlier.
“Thanks for the reminder buddy,” he strokes Peanut’s head then takes his phone out of his pocket, “lets exchange numbers then you can let me know when you are free to visit the plushie shop I told you about.” He holds his phone out to you and you gladly take it.
“You’re only next door Kai,” you jest whilst typing your number in.
“I know, but you might not always be able to come to the door.” You hand his phone back to him. He smiles at you then walks to the door getting his shoes. Peanut meows in protest, he has really gotten attached to Kai already and he has only been here a few hours. Giggling, you pick Peanut up and hold him in your arms before he can follow Kai back to his apartment.
“Goodnight Peanut,” he says, patting his little head one last time, “and goodnight Y/N,” he whispers. Taking your gaze off Peanut, your breath hitches realising just how close he is. His signature smile you have become accustomed to these past few hours stretches across his face. He moves backwards reaching for the door handle. You should be saying goodnight but he just looks so gorgeous that your brain is stuck not being able to send the signals to your mouth . Opening the door, he turns and steps through into the corridor. You hold the door open with your foot, cat still draped in your arms. Hearing his door unlock brings you out of your daze.
“Goodnight Kai, see you soon.” Looking at each other one last time you both head into your apartments separated only by a thin wall.
Kai didn’t want to seem too eager to hang out with you so he waited a few days before texting. A plan was made to go to the plushie store at the weekend and to ask your friends if they wanted to join Kai’s game night. He had already asked his friends and they declared the more the merrier. He had never been more excited for a game night.
During the week his excitement changed to concern as he heard odd noises coming from your flat. He had been told the walls were thin between apartments in this building but sometimes he swore he could hear you crying. He hoped it was just your TV.
One night he gets home earlier than he had been other days this week. This particular project had been running into the late hours everyday but today they decided to pack up early. He decided to spend the extra free time trying to finish a video game he started months ago. At first he hears little bangs here and there, he thinks nothing of it, maybe you were cleaning but then he hears a man's voice. Kai assumes it must be Jay, your boyfriend, so he relaxes and continues his video game. Not long later, he hears the male voice again but this time it is louder, angry sounding followed by a series of thumps. Kai pauses the game and stands up, ear tilted towards the wall. All the apartments are built the same so he knows that your bedroom is on the other side of this wall.
Silence stretches on for a few minutes, he tries to convince himself it was nothing. Maybe Jay is watching his favourite sports team and they aren’t doing so well. Kai goes to sit back down when his body freezes in place upon hearing Jay shouting. This time though, it is loud enough for Kai to hear every word.
“I’LL GO OUT WHEN I LIKE AND WITH WHO I LIKE, YOU DON’T GET TO TELL ME WHAT TO DO, IT WASN’T EVEN YOUR ACTUAL BIRTHDAY SO WHY DOES IT MATTER?” Kai is shocked at his words. There’s a brief pause where you must have responded to him quietly, then he continues, “ARE YOU ACCUSING ME OF CHEATING? DON’T BE SO DUMB Y/N.” A soft thump hits the wall next to Kai’s head causing him to step back. After his outburst the conversation volume returns to normal level, Kai strains his ears to hear anything else but all he manages to catch is, “you’re the only girl I want.”
Feeling confused by the rollercoaster of emotions he wonders how you must be feeling. The man shouted at you, called you dumb and said your birthday dinner didn’t matter but then is saying you are the only one for him. Kai knows not to believe it. Finally sitting down, he resumes his game, lowering the volume to keep an ear out for you. He won’t text you tonight to ask if you are alright, even though he wants to check on you, as that would be admitting he heard your argument. Eventually the low game music is disturbed by a rhythmic tapping against the wall, he connects his headphones to blast the music through so he doesn’t have to hear what is happening now.
The weekend arrives without any more disturbances from your apartment. Kai knocks on your door at the agreed time. Grabbing your bag you call out to Peanut, “I’ll be back soon Pea.” You open the door to find a grinning Kai, looking handsome as usual.
“Are you excited?” He clearly is based on how he is practically bouncing now waiting for you to lock up.
“Yes, let’s go. Lead the way,” you reply between giggles.
The day is sunny and bright, it warms your skin. Walking side by side, Kai is rambling on about previous game nights he and his friends have had. It sounds like they are truly great friends, you’re eager to meet them in a week's time. Coming to the end of a particularly ridiculous story that has both of you fighting for breath, he realises he has been doing all the talking. He’s reluctant to bring up your boyfriend yet the need to know how you are after the other night gnaws away at him inside.
Diverting the conversation to you he casually asks “How has it been going with your boyfriend recently?”
“Huh?” you are taken off guard by the sudden switch up. Truthfully, it hadn’t been going too well this past week but you aren’t going to worry Kai with that. “It’s been going okay.”
By the way you won’t meet his gaze he knows that there’s more to it than that but he won’t push you.
“Did he say anything about your birthday dinner?” You search your brain for the words Jay used.
“He was at the club like I predicted, he apologised telling me it slipped his mind that the dinner was for my birthday, he reassured me that I’m the only one he wants,” you lightly smile remembering the moment. Kai looks away from you now, knowing what happened after he told you that. Wanting to move on quickly he realises he doesn’t actually know when your birthday is.
“When is your birthday? Are you doing anything to celebrate?” Turning the corner, the plushie store comes into view.
“It’s on Saturday. I haven’t got any solid plans yet, I was just going to do something with my friends.” No boyfriend again.
“Jay not taking you out?” Kai doesn’t want to keep talking about him yet a curious pull keeps dragging him to understand.
“No… he was going to but now he has to go on a last minute work trip.” The warm rush he felt last week learning that your boyfriend stood you up returns. He decides to give the man the benefit of the doubt, work can be unkind.
Finally reaching the store Kai announces “We’re here!” Smile returning to your face, you follow him in. While watching you “aww” over every cat plushie, Kai thinks about how perfect it is that your birthday is on Saturday. The game night is Friday. You can meet each other's friends, get acquainted and then go on a celebratory night out. He’s just deciding if it should all be on the same night or over the two when you hold a fluffy ginger cat plushie in his face.
“This is the one!” you beam at him. Seeing your ecstatic face at finding the perfect gift for Peanut, he focuses back on you. He feels the soft faux fur agreeing that it is perfect.
On the walk back, Kai shares his idea with you. He notices your eyes start to sparkle as he talks it through. You're agreeing with him before he can finish explaining. It was decided, game night on Friday then the club on Saturday. Forget your boyfriend, you would spend the night with your friends instead.
Arriving on your floor, you immediately spot Mrs Kim’s open door. This is how she captures passerbys in her web.
“Ohhh Y/N, how lovely to see you and oh… Kai too, how wonderful! You both look so radiant today, have you been in the sunshine,” you can’t help nervously laughing knowing exactly what assumption she is about to make. Kai answers innocently before you can think of an answer.
“Good morning, Mrs Kim. Thank you, we just made a trip to the store,” Mrs Kim’s eyes widen in delight. Red creeps across your cheeks.
“Ahhhhh how wonderful! Awww Y/N, I’m so proud of you. You two make such a lovely couple,” she gushes. It takes Kai’s brain a few seconds for the confusion to float away then his cheeks match yours. Waving your hands rapidly you try to correct her gently, “oh no Mrs Kim, Kai and I aren’t dating, we are just friends. I’m still with my boyfriend Jay.” The smile instantly falls off her face and you cringe.
“Mmm… well that’s a shame,” she shakes her head in disappointment, “maybe one day ehh?”
You hum in agreement just to make her feel better. Before she can jump into some gossip she heard recently you wish her a good day. Kai shuffles along behind you.
Finally reaching your apartment, Kai steps in with you. Trying to ignore the awkwardness you call for Peanut and pull out the new ginger cat plushie.
“Hey Pea, look what I got. It’s Pumpkin!” Your cat rubs his little head over the plushie again and again meowing up at you. Setting it down on the couch, he instantly curls up with it, finding a comfy spot.
“Awww, do you think he recognises it as Pumpkin?” The cuteness is too much, your lips form a pout.
“He must do,” normally this would have been super cute to Kai too but his brain can’t let go of Mrs Kim’s reaction to your boyfriend. Why did she seem to dislike him so much?
You notice his distance so you turn around to face him, deciding you need to quickly address the situation in the corridor and move on.
“Hey, about Mrs Kim… don’t mind her, she loves to match make and get in everyone's business. It keeps her going.” He doesn’t know what to say so he just nods. His demeanour has changed since the interaction with Mrs Kim, you hope he doesn’t feel odd around you after being called a cute couple.
“So… I’ll see you on Friday then,” your voice elevated, doing your best to break the tension.
“I’ll see you on Friday,” he responds with a slight smile. Kai leaves your apartment wondering if it would be seen as invading your privacy to ask Mrs Kim about your boyfriend.
Friday finally arrives. After work, Kai spends a couple of hours setting up his apartment to host the game night. He takes a trip to the local shop to grab some snacks and drinks, he tidies up and gathers all the games he knows his friends enjoy the most. Around 6pm he hears loud laughter bleeding through the walls from your apartment, your friends must have arrived early.
Your best friends from school, Chaewon and Yunjin, have always been your biggest supporters except when it comes to Jay. They had tried in the nicest way possible to help you see that he just isn’t the right partner for you.You had brushed them off thinking their previous relationship experiences were clouding their judgement. Jay loves you, he doesn’t say it often or show it often either if you are honest but he is still with you. The girls are happy you are trying to expand your social circle and are excited to join you tonight. They hope the exposure to more men your age will help you see why Jay is not boyfriend material.
You knock on Kai’s door at 7pm. You feel nerves bubble up in your stomach, before you can debate why the door is swinging open revealing Kai wearing a black hoodie and a gorgeous smile as always. A flood of unfamiliar voices rushes out of his apartment. He steps aside and ushers the three of you in. You hang back to let the girls enter first, hearing them introduce themselves to Kai’s friends. Your stomach is bubbling even worse now.
“Hey, thanks for inviting us over,” you step in, replacing your uneasy expression with a soft smile. He closes the door behind you.
“Of course, it’s the first game night here so I had to invite my cool new neighbour,” he says while lightly bumping his elbow against yours as he walks past, “plus, Mrs Kim told me you needed more friends,” he jokes. You roll your eyes playfully, knowing that it probably isn’t far from the truth. Mrs Kim is way too invested in who you spend your time with, she is an honorary family member at this point.
You follow Kai to the sitting area to join the group. The conversation flows easily between you all as you get acquainted. Everyone sits on the carpet in a big circle as there is not enough space for the eight of you on Kai’s small couch. Kai is on your left with Chaewon and Yunjin on your right. Looking over the boys you commit their names to memory so you don’t get them mixed up, from left to right is Taehyun, Beomgyu, Soobin and Yeonjun. Listening to his friends you learn so much about Kai, they gush over him to try and embarrass him and you notice it works as the tips of his ears turn red.
“Did you know that Kai has been single for several years now, the man spends too much time working,” Beomgyu spills, watching the girls closely for a reaction.
“Hey Gyu, they aren’t bothered about that, we should pick out a game to play,” Kai softly pleads, turning his face away from the circle to look through the board game boxes behind him. Your eyebrows raise at the new information. Kai is single? For some reason you just assumed with how attractive and charming he is he would be taken. You are happy with Jay yet you remember feeling jealous of the girlfriend you had pictured Kai with. Learning that he is single stirs a strange feeling within you that you can’t describe. It mixes with the nervous bubbles making you feel slightly queasy. Believing he was taken eased your mind as he was unavailable, now you know he is single and that is honestly worse. You could hear your Mum tutting at you for always wanting what you can’t have.
“I swear if you wore your glasses more often people would be lining up around the block to date you,” Soobin chimes in.
“Glasses?” you asked out loud before your brain could catch up to your mouth. Kai pulls a game out of the stack like a jenga piece placing it in his lap to remove the lid. Without looking up he replies, “yeah, I’ve actually got pretty bad eyesight but I choose to wear contacts during the day, it's easier with all the headphones I wear at work.”
While he is focusing on setting the game up, you study his face trying to imagine him with glasses on. He would look cute you decide. They would frame his dark eyes that always seem to sparkle at you with his black locks tickling the lenses. Kai leans forward to place the game board down in the middle of you all. His movement disturbs your gaze allowing you to realise you may have been staring at him a little too long. Scanning around the circle no one seems to have noticed, they are listening intently to Taehyun who is reading out the game rules. You best limit your glances and chatting with Kai tonight, a few seconds of red cheeks or a giggle too long and your friends will pounce on the idea that you like him. You did not need any more conversations on why you should break up with Jay.
This game Kai chose is new to you. Having only caught the end of the rules you have to closely watch the others play. Turns are taken clockwise so you are the last to go. Throughout the game you manage to keep your focus on the board, there are many players and various strategies so you can’t afford for your mind to wander. You pick up the rules as you go along however, it isn’t enough for you to win.
Beomgyu jumps up in celebration of his victory, laughing and dancing around the room. The boys roll their eyes, used to his overdramatic reactions. While Kai and Taehyun return the game to its box, you notice Yunjin is sitting closer to Yeonjun than she was before. You watch as she chats to him in a whisper, a giggly smile on her face. You make a mental note to ask her about it later.
Not wanting to witness the escalating heated debate between Soobin and Beomgyu over which game to play next, you and Chaewon volunteer to grab snacks from the kitchen. Kai had left everything out so you didn’t have to go searching through the cupboards. Taking the 2 litre bottle of Pepsi you unscrew the lid and pour out eight glasses, watching the fizzy bubbles rise and pop reminding you of your stomach earlier.
“What club are we going to tomorrow again? Did we decide?” Chaewon asks while ripping open a bag of sweet and salty popcorn.
“I don’t think so… what is the name of that popular one downtown?” Screwing the cap back on, you place all the full glasses on a tray. You're too focused on your task to see Chaewon’s face scrunch up in horror. She knew the popular club in town is your boyfriend's favourite. She has never caught him doing anything suspicious but she still didn’t want to take you there just in case.
“Ahhh I’m not sure that one is any good, maybe we should ask the boys if they have any suggestions.” You nod in oblivious approval before carefully walking back to the sitting room balancing the tray with both your hands. Kai passes you in the hall, you don’t look up.
Chaewon stands for a moment, thoughts racing. Seeing Jay in a club would ruin your entire night. She wants to voice her concerns to you but doesn’t want to irritate you again by bringing up the boyfriend topic.
“Hey is everything alright?” Suddenly hearing Kai’s voice causes Chaewon to jump, not noticing his presence until now.
“Oh yeah I’m fine,” she laughs it off emptying the rest of the popcorn into the bowl, “just debating which club to go to tomorrow…” She pauses. Kai waits, feeling the weight of unspoken words in the air. Her voice comes out quieter this time, “I just don’t want her to run into Jay… we should be having fun celebrating her.” Kai is unsure what to say, he knew Jay liked clubbing but why would seeing him be a bad thing, it’s her boyfriend.
“Why would running into him ruin the fun?” he asks, she looks up at him with a sad expression. Before she is able to answer, Beomgyu and Soobin burst in talking over each other at a hundred miles a minute. From what Kai can make out the game has finally been selected and set up so now they are just waiting for them. Chaewon grabs the bowl of popcorn and bolts away leaving Kai to internally curse his friends for once again being too loud.
When Kai returns to the sitting room with a plate of chocolate chip cookies, Mario Kart is pulled up on the TV. It's a tradition every game night to have a racing competition. Only four can play at once so the spectators sit on the couch. For the first round, you are sandwiched between Kai and Taehyun on the floor, Chaewon is sat on the far right. You hadn’t played this game in such a long time that your first lap is embarrassing, you are almost in last place. The controller clicking sounds next to you is the only indication that Kai is sitting there unlike the others who are commentating and laughing throughout. He is concentrating on keeping his lead position. Finishing in seventh place you turn around to Yunjin to hand her the controller with a slight huff. That was more difficult than you expected, these boys really like racing games.
Swapping over with the others you find yourself sitting next to Kai again, you really couldn’t get away from him this evening. As soon as the race starts the shouting begins between Beomgyu and Soobin as they fight for first place. You can’t help laughing at them, were they always like this or is this all for entertainment? It all faded into the background as Kai leant over to you whispering in your ear “is it just me or is there a little something happening over there?” He gestures with his head over to the other side of the room at Yeonjun and Yunjin. They were sitting close together, their chatting being drowned out by the feral screeching of the boys. Kai noticed them too. You turn to look at him to discuss it, forgetting how close he is. The sight knocks the wind out of you. Your brain goes blank. His eyes meet yours expecting you to say something but you can’t, the thoughts have evaporated. You can’t say anything to his face. His rich espresso eyes stare into yours, you feel like you might sink and drown in them.
Kai wishes he knew what you were thinking right now. Are you at a loss for words because you are so shocked at your friend or could he be delusional enough to think it was him. The race finishes with Yeonjun in first place, his male opponents are straight on their feet complaining about something, you weren’t sure what exactly. Kai breaks away from your gaze to stand up, pulling his friends apart telling them to keep it down. The walls are too thin, he didn’t want complaints from the other tenants in the building.
Yunjin flops down in Kai’s spot on the couch, a beaming smile plastered on her face.
“Yeonjun knows of a cool club we can go to tomorrow night,” she says, making eye contact with Chaewon to let her know that it could be a Jay free club. Chaewon sighs in relief. With Kai gone, words finally return to your brain, “Ahh that’s great, we were talking about that earlier.”
Checking your phone for the first time tonight you gasp, it is 11pm, you should go soon. Then you notice a text message, it’s from Jay. It took your brain a second to register, you completely forgot about him. Unlocking your phone, you swipe at the notification to preview his message.
“I gotta go,” you exhale, abruptly standing up and walking out the room. The girls look at you in shock scrambling after you, questioning why you had to leave in such a rush. Silence falls over the boys, eyes trailing after you three. They follow too.
“It’s Jay,” you tell them, pulling your shoes on. Kai’s stomach turns at the mention of his name.
“Is he alright?” Yunjin asks worry in her voice even though she did not care for him.
“I’m not sure, his text was quite vague but he needs me,” you look back up at the seven of them, all their attention on you. Kai felt nauseous at your phrasing.
“I’ll catch you all tomorrow,” you throw them a smile, “thanks so much again Kai for inviting us.” Before he can respond you have flown out the door.
Not too long later, Chaewon and Yunjin decide to leave too. They solidify plans for tomorrow night and exchange numbers with the boys before getting in a taxi. This is not usually how their game nights finished. They either ended in an argument over something silly or in fits of laughter at something dumb, never in silence because they didn’t know what to say. Taehyun put a random movie on the TV and the remaining snacks were dragged to the sitting room.
All the snacks were gone and the movie was almost over when one of them finally spoke up.
“Soooo… What is the deal with this Jay guy?” Yeonjun asked, turning towards Kai. He lets out a long exhale knowing this question was inevitable.
“He’s Y/N’s boyfriend,” his tone flat and eyes lowered. Kai didn’t need to say anything else, the boys could tell he didn’t like Jay.
After last night Kai needed some fresh air. He walked to his favourite café and treated himself to a coffee and a pastry then strolled around enjoying the sweet cream filling and warm breeze. Returning to the apartment building, he typed in the main door code and opened it, coming face to face with the little old lady, Mrs Kim.
“Good morning, Mrs Kim. How are you today?” Kai greeted her, holding the door open so she could pass through. Taking small steps she exited the building, standing on the pavement beside him. The dramatic height difference between them causes the lady to strain her neck to see his face.
“Good morning, Kai. I am very well thank you. How about yourself? Have you been up too much these past few days?” Her eyes are fixed upon him waiting for any scrap of news she can get out of him.
“I’m a little tired. I hosted a game night last night,” she noticed the coffee cup in his hands and the slight darkness around his eyes.
“Oh how wonderful! Sounds like a lovely time. Did you invite Y/N round? She will benefit from some time away from that boyfriend of hers.” This is it. This is the moment Kai was thinking about the other day. Mrs Kim brought the boyfriend up first, Kai is just following the conversation.
“I did invite her, she brought two of her friends around too. She seemed to enjoy it,” he pauses, pondering how to ask about Jay. “Why would she need time away from her boyfriend Mrs Kim?”
Upon hearing his question, her smile dropped and her eyes rolled. A long sigh left her lips.
“Urgh Kai, I could talk your ear off about why I think he is not right for her but I know you're tired so I’ll do my best to keep it short,” she shot him a sweet smile then continued, “I’ve never liked him, ever since I first met him a few years ago I knew something was off with him but she is blinded by love, or what she thinks is love anyway.”
It is easier for people outside of a relationship to see the faults, Mrs Kim could see many with yours, yet it is a difficult task trying to enlighten the ones in it to see those faults.
“I suspect he is not trustworthy. It's the little things you know, like holding the door open for people,” she says gesturing to Kai as he had just done that for her, “buying flowers on special occasions, finding time to spend together even when you are both busy, plus…” she pauses taking in a large breath, “and this is a big one… not being seen with your arm around other women in the broad light of day.” Kai involuntarily gasps. He wouldn’t? Right? Jay told you only last week that you were the only girl for him. Is he lying to you? Is he cheating on you?
Mrs Kim watches Kai’s eyes go wide, seeing that he’d had his own suspicions about Jay and now there was evidence.
She adds fuel to the fire. “I see him quite regularly with various women, when I’m on my way to Bingo every Friday, when I’m doing my weekly shop on a Monday… and that’s during the day. Imagine what he’s up to on a night,” Kai’s mind is taken back to the evening in your apartment, you told him Jay goes out often to the club with his friends. His eyes have wandered away from Mrs Kim now, deep in thought.
“Y/N did tell me that he goes out clubbing alot,” a sudden single clap from the old lady’s hands startles Kai to look at her once again.
“There you go, he is not to be trusted,” she thrusts her bony index finger at him, “you need to help her see that she deserves so much better Kai.” This is her favourite thing about gossip, watching a person's face as it contorts with emotions, mind swirling with new information. Kai seems to be conflicted, unsure of what to think and how he could possibly help you in this situation.
“Anyway, I will let you go. Go and get some well needed rest sweetheart.” Mrs Kim smiles devilishly and pats him lightly on the arm before shuffling away. Kai can barely utter a goodbye, mind racing with questions. She chuckles to herself, proud that she may have set her most hoped gossip into motion.
Sunlight streaming into the room wakes you up, you roll over to check the time on the bedside clock. It's 10am. Stretching your arms you realise this isn’t your bedroom. Turning your head you see Jay. Flashbacks of last night rush back to you, leaving Kai’s apartment, calling Jay, going to his place and the long chat about his work. You are relieved to remember that you are only in his bed because it was too late for you to make it back to your apartment. Slowly starting to question why you feel relief at that fact your mind is distracted by Jay waking up. He yawns obnoxiously loud then gets up without saying a word, walks to the bathroom and locks the door.
You make the bed, get yourself ready and gather your things. Unlocking your phone you wait for him on the couch. There are several messages from Chaewon and Yunjin in your group chat asking you various questions but the singular message from Kai grabs your attention first.
Kai
Thanks for coming over last night, it was really fun. I hope everything went okay after you left. See you tonight, birthday girl!
You had almost forgotten, it’s your birthday today. New messages from your friends flood in wishing you a happy birthday and hoping you are alright this morning. While typing out a response, Jay enters the room with a full duffel bag dropping it on the wood flooring creating a loud bang. Your head snaps up at him.
“Well, I’m off,” he said without looking at you, grabbing his keys from the kitchen. You stand up and pocket your phone, you’ll reply to them soon.
“Oh okay but before you go, is there anything you need to say to me?” you prompt playfully hoping it will jog his memory. You place your hands on his chest as you search his eyes for any recognition. His hands lay by his sides, clutching his keys.
“No…” his voice emotionless and expression blank. He really didn’t remember? “I really have to go,” he removes your hands from him picking up his bag. Your brows furrow. Jay pushes you out the door so he can lock up.
“I’ll be back on Monday,” he calls out over his shoulder marching down the hallway. You stand frozen, processing the moment. You didn’t get a goodbye or a happy birthday from your boyfriend.
Finally making it back to your apartment, you cuddle Peanut who is more than happy to have you back. You reply to your friends and ask if you could all get ready together this evening.
Being with your best friends for hours dancing, singing and getting ready has done wonders to lift your spirits. You never told them about this morning with Jay, he must have just been upset about leaving you for the weekend.
Entering the cool club Yeonjun recommended, Yunjin scans the room furiously checking her phone every 5 seconds for texts from him. The boys are already here. On your journey to the club, you asked Yunjin about her developing crush which causes her to blush the deepest shade of red you have ever seen from her. She spilled her feelings to you reminding you of Mrs Kim and how she would revel in this gossip.
Spotting the boys, she makes a beeline for them. All five of them are huddled round a table, clutching half empty drinks. Upon seeing you then all cheer and burst into the happy birthday song. Soobin places a silly bright red cone party hat on your head which clashes with your cool-toned outfit.
“This round is on me as a birthday gift, what would you girls like to drink?” Yeonjun asks, taking your orders then fighting his way through the crowd with Taehyun to the bar.
After a few rounds, you all migrate to the dance floor. The songs transition into each other seamlessly causing the hours to blur. You have had some good birthdays in the past but this is definitely the best. Singing along to Love Story by Taylor Swift you are shocked to see that Kai knows every word and is singing along just as enthusiastically. It warms your heart and makes you giggle. As the chorus begins you are fixated on him, watching as he begs Romeo to run away, refers to himself as a princess and declares his love. All his actions and the way he sings it is ridiculously cute to you. Before your brain could catch up you playfully mimic his higher pitched voice to sing “I’ll be the princess” just as he did. You gasp realising what you’ve just done without thinking. An expression of shock flashes across his face for only a second before his infectious cackly laughter takes over. The whole group laughs along with him. You're glad he found it funny and hoped he would see your copying as a compliment. The attention only increases his dramatic performance for the rest of the song.
The dancefloor is quite dark considering there are loads of strobing multi-coloured flashing lights beaming down from above. After a few drinks and a couple hours of dancing your skills have dropped off, you can just manage to sway clumsily and shout the lyrics now. A warm hand intertwines with yours pulling you round, expecting to see one of the girls you almost choke as you look up and find Kai instead. Your heart skips a beat. It may be the alcohol coursing through your system but you felt drawn to him like he emits a strong magnetic field. You step closer.
Kai gave you his best carefree smile hoping you didn’t catch his panic. Just moments ago he thought he spotted Jay across the club, he was unsure if it was him at first thinking the stranger just looked like him in the dim light. But as a group of clubbers vacated the dancefloor, Jay came into perfect view with a lady sitting on his lap. Kai acted on instinct to grab your hand and spin you round so you were facing the other side of the club. He has never sobered up so quickly in his life. Now with all your attention on him he has to decide what to do next. As if on queue, Chaewon dramatically gasps and turns around at break neck speed, a sigh of relief leaving her when she sees Kai has already noticed.
“Hey, Y/N will you come to the ladies room with me please?” She calls out, and takes your hand from Kai’s. You agree absentmindedly. Chaewon motions to the others with a nod of her head telling Kai to talk to them while you are gone. He accepts the mission gathering up the group to talk. They need to come up with a plan, do they tell you or keep you in the dark?
Chaewon did her best to keep you away for as long as possible but eventually you two had to rejoin the group. They had left the dancefloor to sit in a booth. You notice the energy shift immediately, something has happened. Sitting down next to Yunjin, you ask her if everything is alright. Her glassy eyes look up at you, a worried look on her face.
“Y/N… I don’t know how to tell you this but you deserve to know,” her voice trembling. Confusion replaces all your thoughts and feelings. What is she talking about?
“What we are about to show you is really upsetting, we only do it because we love you,” she pauses to take a breath and grabs your hands. You glance around at the others who have the same sad look on their faces. Kai’s eyes stare down, he doesn’t want to see your reaction in fear for what it might make him do.
“We have suspected it for a while but we haven’t had any solid evidence until tonight. I’m so sorry Y/N,” she removes one of her hands from yours to gesture across the club.
You look out across the club in the direction Yunjin had pointed, eye brows furrowed in confusion and eyes squinting to see through the darkness. Scanning and scanning you start to wonder what she is going on about then you see him. Jay. Sat in a booth surrounded by his friends with a drink in his hand. A slim girl, who looked younger than you, sitting on his lap. For a few seconds you felt no emotion, just numbness then the bewilderment set in. Why is he here? He told you he was away for the weekend with work. Did it get cancelled? Why didn’t he tell you? What if there was no work trip and he lied to you? Is this the first time he has lied to you?
Your mind was spiraling, falling deeper and deeper. Disorientation fading giving way to anger. It doesn’t matter if this is the first time or not, he has lied to you and is cheating on you. You watch as he kisses the girl hungrily. Yunjin is right, you deserve better. Making up your mind you stand up. A series of gasps sound around the booth.
“You're not about to go over there are you?” Beomgyu asks quickly, “cause I don’t think that's a good idea, right guys?” He searches for agreement.
“I’m going,” you leave no room for debate as you stomp away. The whole group stands up simultaneously. Kai pushes past the boys to get to you.
“Hey Y/N,” he grabs your hand, you keep walking, “let’s think this through first please, I don’t want anything to happen to you.” You stop dead in your tracks to look at him. He has never seen you like this before, you are so upset that you have tipped into fury. His sparkly pleading eyes almost stop you but anger overpowers the feeling.
“There’s nothing to think about, Kai, it ends now!” You leave him behind, making your way towards Jay.
Reaching his table, you see his expression drop as he exhales a long breath. He pushes the girl off him to lean forward.
“Baby, I can explain,” his voice smooth and hopeful. You feign a calm composure.
“There’s nothing to explain Jay,” you say, forcing a smile, “I can see it for myself that you are a liar and a cheater so… we’re done.” He gulps then runs his hands over his face.
“Wait wait… what?”
It all makes sense now, the constant club trips, the way he would shout at you for the smallest questions about those club trips and the way he would make it up to you after he had convinced you. You feel stupid for not seeing it sooner and embarrassed for not listening to your friends.
“You can continue on as you are, doing whatever it is you do at the club but… we’re over.”
“Over? OVER?” his voice rises, the anger transferring into him, “YOU DON’T GET TO TELL ME WHEN WE’RE OVER!” he stands, walking around the table to you. His eyes wild with rage like a predator stalking prey. Your friends panic, stuck like deer in headlights. Kai’s body moves without him telling it to.
Confidence plumating, you open your mouth to respond when your vision is blocked by a tall form. You sigh in relief recognising Kai’s back in front of you.
“Hey man, let’s take it easy okay,” Kai insists, his voice completely different to how he spoke to you only minutes ago.
“Move! This is none of your business,” Jay shoves Kai’s chest. He tries his best to maintain his balance, only wobbling slightly, so he doesn’t fall back into you. Kai decides not to respond, there is no winning in an argument with people like Jay. You shout over Kai’s shoulder, “I meant it Jay, we are done.” Grabbing Kai’s hand you slowly reverse away, guiding him with your free hand on his back so he doesn’t trip. Thankfully, Jay doesn’t follow. He just stands there seething.
When a comfortable distance has been reached you both turn and head for the club doors. The group follows closely behind. The last thing you hear before leaving is Jay shouting that he didn’t need you anyway and that he never did.
The journey back to your apartment building was silent, everyone was still processing the interaction. Chaewon kindly asked the boys for some space so they waited in Kai’s apartment. They sit just like they did the night before, unsure of what to do or what to say. The thin walls let the girls mumbled voices bleed through.
Sinking further into his couch, Kai can’t stop thinking about how thankful he is that nothing happened to you tonight. He had a feeling Jay would react like that which is why he begged you not to face him. He dreads to think what may have happened if he hadn’t stood between you. A distant violent sob causes Kai’s ears to tune back in. You're crying over that ungrateful man, his heart sinks at the sound. Taehyun has never seen Kai look so helpless, his features weren’t meant to accommodate such a glum expression. Kai is his best friend so he knew the answer to his question before he even asked it.
“You like her don’t you?” Kai’s gaze rises to meet Taehyun’s across the room. The sudden sound causes the other boys’ heads to turn and look at him. It felt inappropriate to discuss such fluttery feelings right now when your sobs could still be heard so he doesn’t respond with words. He lightly nods his head then breaks eye contact feeling overwhelmed with conflicting emotions. His friend’s eyes soften at the confession. They all now understood his chivalrous act earlier a little better. Kai lets his head drop back to rest on the couch, his mind wanders to your tabby cat Peanut, hoping he is giving you unlimited cuddles.
Violent sobbing is tearing from you now as you curl into a ball in the girls’ arms. Peanut rubs his fluffy head against your ankles.
“I’m… so… sorry… I’m so stupid… I should have… listened to you,” they shush you and hold you until you run out of tears. Turns out this may not be the best birthday you have ever had. When you can finally breathe again they listen to you intently as you tell them all the red flags you missed including this morning's lying and lack of birthday wishes. It is so obvious to you now. Wait until Mrs Kim gets her little hands on this gossip, she will be sad for you of course but also happy to see the end of Jay.
The girls decide to stay over for the night, cheering for a birthday sleepover. You order late night pizzas and watch a heart warming Disney movie. The girls giggle and sing along like usual while you sit quietly, they don’t ask you to join in this time. You wouldn’t be able to sing along anyway. You were thinking about Kai. How he looked at you so sweetly and spoke to you so desperately then bravely jumped in to help you. Kai was there for your birthday meal, he was there when you needed a gift for Peanut, he was there when you needed friends to spend time with and he was there on your birthday... He is also next door right now.
It’s like your brain deleted a file. Since you woke up on that Sunday morning you forgot that Jay existed. During your relationship you saw him so infrequently that removing him all together had little effect on your routine. Even though your life is better without Jay and you don’t miss him the hurt from being cheated on lingers. Your friends and the five boys have been so kind the past few days to give you space, upon your request, to let you focus on yourself and your job. They are only a call away when you need them.
A new file has replaced it. Kai consumes your thoughts, you're reminded of him by the smallest things plus you occasionally hear him through the walls… like tonight.
Slumping into your couch, Peanut butts his head into your arm. You lazily pet him relaxing at the feel of his warm soft fur. Today was an exhausting day at work after your eventful weekend, you could fall asleep right now in your work clothes. As your eyes close you hear a distant melody playing. You open them to check the TV but realise you never turned it on. You listen closer, recognising it as a guitar. One of your neighbours must be playing music. Closing your eyes once more, you settle back down. Like lightning, a thought strikes. You jump up and cross the apartment into your bedroom squishing your ear against the wall. It’s clearer now, a gentle melody plays then the singing starts. It’s Kai. You strain to hear him, not being able to make out the words. He sounds angelic. This is way more relaxing than your couch. You slide down to sit on the floor, ear still pressed to the wall with your eyes closed. He plays through a full song, you assume, then stops. Your legs move on their own being dragged by a magnetic force and before your brain can catch up you are standing in front of his apartment knocking on the door.
He answers in his comfy black hoodie with a pair of circle glasses sitting on his nose. A small smile forms on your lips at the sight. So that’s what he looks like in glasses.
“Oh hey Y/N, come on in,” he scoots to the side to let you pass. His apartment is darker than the last time you were here. A blue glow shines out from his desk in the corner that touches the opposite side of the wall you had just been leaning on. A beautiful shiny black acoustic guitar sits waiting propped up against the desk leg.
“What brings you over tonight?” he asks, walking into the kitchen and pulling out two glasses.
“Actually… I heard you playing,” you study him noticing the way he stills for only a moment then continues searching through his fridge.
“You did? Are you here to give me a review?” he says playfully, finally selecting a bottle of Pepsi and pouring it out into the two glasses.
“You are gorgeous… at playing I mean and singing, I couldn’t quite hear the words but it was comforting,” your face flushes at your slip up. You fiddle with your fingers so you don’t have to look at him. An amused smirk appears on his face at your words and tinted cheeks.
“Thank you, I’m glad you found it comforting. I can play for you whenever you like,” he hands you the glass then takes a sip of his own.
“I might just have to come round every day then,” you giggle, a strange confidence filling you now. He lets out a breathy laugh.
“I would like that actually,” he says more seriously this time. Meeting his gaze you see the sincerity in his eyes. You knew the first time you saw him that you were in trouble. Looking at him now, you feel warmth spreading throughout your chest confirming your suspicions.
“I could play one now for you if you’d like, any requests?” he offers, sending you a radiant smile before strolling over to his guitar. Scrunching your nose, you think you’re really in trouble now. Kai is just too gorgeous.
genre: smut, homie hopper y/n, ohshc au, mini series, dom! reader, crack, fluff, uni au, reverse harem, parody
pairing: sub! ot5 txt x dom! reader (yeonjun x reader in this chap)
summary: You enrol into a rich ass university under a scholarship scheme. You find out the university is not only famous for its prestigiousness, but also very famous for their host club: a club with five very handsome, very eccentric boys that entertain the bored and affluent students. When you accidentally land yourself in debt to them, you're forced to assist with five events each under a different host. What can go wrong…?!
warnings: subby!yeonjun, dom!reader, afab gn reader, cringe flirting, making out, handjob, cunnilingus, fingering, cum eating, top! yeonjun, riding, finger sucking, feminisation of yeonjun, use of pet names ‘princess’, use of condom, inaccurate depictions of fashion design
word count: 9k Txt host club ml & char profile !
“come on, just come with me after this. I don’t wanna go alone.” Your friend, yoon, nudges you, not so discreetly chatting to you once you’re nearing the end of your two hour lecture.
Your eyes flicker from the board, which you’re still trying to concentrate on, but also, your attention is wearing thin and you’re waiting until the painfully slow last few seconds go by and it finally ends. “I don’t get it. Is this some kind of society?” You whisper back to her.
“Kinda…yeah, it’s a host club-” You don’t hear the rest of what she says, everyone starts chaotically packing up their laptops and notes, abruptly leaving the lecture hall once it ends and flooding the exits with traffic.
You do the same, and so does yoon. Once you’re out in the hallway and away from the trampling stampede, she begins animatedly trying to sell the idea to you again.
“I went to that badminton taster session for you because you wanted to go! And I got hit in the face with a racket, so that means you totally have to come with me this time.”
You sigh inconveniently, adjusting the strap of your bag higher on your shoulder. You supposed you could go to it for her, you were free the rest of the evening. “Fine, what’s it actually about again?”
She rubs at the back of her neck, pausing, looking sheepish and surprisingly hesitant for a second. Your eyebrow raises at this.
“You really don’t know? Surely you must have heard of it? It’s really popular.”
You shrug your shoulders, very intrigued. “No.”
“What rock are you living under...” Yoon exasperatedly mumbles, “Well…you know like, a normal host club? Where males entertain people with like, alcohol and pretend to be like, their boyfriends? Well….we have one. At the university. Except, it’s more like a tea-and-conversation, flirting, with the five most handsome and richest students here.”
You stop walking. She stops walking. Someone behind you nearly bumps into both your backs, giving you both an irritated glare as they walk past. You study her face, but she’s looking at you with complete sincerity. “Oh my god. You’re serious.” You start walking again, faster this time, shaking your head. “You rich people are bizarre.”
When you’d joined the university on a scholarship, you had come to find out just how terrible and outlandish these nepotism children really were firsthand. They operated on an entirely different plane of existence. This manages to top the cake though. They really do fuckall with their time, anything but actually studying. It’s not like it really matters though, they’ll still become heirs of multi-million pound companies anyway.
“It’s not as bad as it sounds. Truly!” Yoon insists, jogging to match your pace.
“How is this allowed?”
Yoon shrugs. “The creator’s family is like, the main funder of the university.”
You’re not surprised. “Of course.” You tighten your hold on the strap of your bag. “So, these people are whoring themselves out basically?” How is this ethical?
“Come on, it’s harmless and fun! It’s Furry Friday!”
“Furry…what?” You try to blink yourself awake, staring off into the end of the hallway, dissociated. Why do you even bother anymore?
“Yeah, and there’s Maid Monday too…it’s just like a cool events cafe. There’s themes. It’s cute!”
“So, do these people sleep with their guests too?” You joke, casting a sideways glance at your friend, giving up with the actual questioning of the existence of this club at a prestigious university.
Yoon looks to her left and right, covering her mouth with her hand and whispers. “Ssh. That’s more of an underground thing. They’re very selective about it and it’s superrr expensive.”
Your face drops. “What?” This is not right. You drag a hand down your face, sighing heavily. “You really want me to go to this with you?”
Your friend nods her head enthusiastically, clasping her hands together. “Please. I need to get over my last scarring situationship.”
You give your friend a pointed look. “Didn’t she like, borrow £700 off you and you never saw her again? There’s not much to get over.”
Yoon grimaces as if she’s living through it all again, not wanting the reminder. “Yes, she had some gambling issues. But, she was so perfect other than that.” Yoon sighs wistfully. “Come on, I paid for both our entry fees already. Food’s included.”
Your ears perk up at that, staring at your friend who now has a sneaky little smile creeping up on her face, knowing she’s already won. You pause. Food is included? You wouldn’t pass up on free food…Damn that your friend knows you well. You huff resignedly. “Okay…I’ll go with you.”
Yoon squeals, bringing your hands to hers and jumping up and down aggressively. “Thanks! You’re the best.”
Now, you stand in the endless queue of other students waiting to get into the club, a snake of a line going right to the end of the corridor and around the corner. It really must be popular. How had you never heard of it before? There’s a permanent sign on the door reading ‘TXT HOST CLUB’. They even have their own personal room at the university? Even from outside, you can already hear loud squealing and high pitched screams at whatever is going on in the room.
Finally, eventually, it comes to both your turns, reaching the front. Yoon shows some ticket online and you’re allowed in, the big gilded doors opening, and you’re momentarily blinded by a sudden light.
You’re not entirely sure what you were expecting, but it’s definitely not this; five guys in animal ears and paws, dancing to some girl group song on a raised platform. The spacious room is all pink with even pink marbled floor, fancy chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, and ribbons and streamers decorating the walls and pillars. There’s cardboard cutouts of the members all around the room in absurd outfits, vampires, maids, fairies, princes, sanrio, mermaids, knights, traditional clothing, and more.
You’re escorted onto a free table with Yoon. Even the tables are decorated so lovely with floral lace cloth and a vase of flowers in the middle. There’s tiered cake stands with the yummiest looking sandwiches, cakes, pastries, tarts, and macarons. Laid too, are expensive-looking intricate painted tea sets and teapots. Maybe, perhaps, you could get behind this for the food.
Yoon doesn’t pay attention to anything on the table though, she’s too busy watching the performance, entirely enamoured and delighted by it, clapping and cheering them on.
“Oh, wow…” You watch it too, in disbelief, still trying to process your surroundings. All of this feels like a complete, bizarre, fever dream, but you have to admit, they were surprisingly pretty good at dancing, synchronisation quite insane for a bunch of random pompous dudes.
“I should introduce you to them all!” Yoon shouts over the music, excitedly pointing at one on the far right. “That’s taehyun! He’s super smart and stoic,” then she moves her pointed finger to the left each time, “that’s Kai he’s super sweet and cute! Oh-and that’s beomgyu he’s super emo and plays guitar, that’s soobin he’s a sweet posh boy and the president, and that’s…” Yoon sighs dreamily at the man on the far left, clasping her hands together, “that’s Choi Yeonjun. The It boy. He’s my fav. He’s such a prince.” She swoons. The poor descriptions weren’t all that insightful to you, to be honest.
Their performance ends with claps and screams, and then, you can finally tuck into the foods on the table, trying every single different assortment of pastries. The hosts had stepped off the platform, coming to the guests and their tables, speaking and chatting to them, the music lowered to soft ambient jazz. You can hear giggling… and barks and meows, and the strange things some guests are requesting for.
“Kai! Do a bark, do a bark!”
“Woof, woof!”
“Soobin, can you say that I’m your owner?”
“Beomgyu, I wanna be your pet!”
“I just wanna be your dog!”
You may have lost your appetite a little. But you try for it not to deter you.
One second, you’re looking down, scoffing the sandwiches on your plate, then you’re looking back up and you’re suddenly surrounded by the five men out of nowhere, looming over your table. You’re terrified, freezing mid-bite. Yeonjun, who you’d recognised as yoon’s favourite, comes to smoothly kiss her hand.
“Ah,” he sighs, “My lovely Yoon. Our loyal guest, will you be requesting for me again?”
Your friend is blushing and giggling, looking moments away from fainting. You raise a brow, gulping down the food in your mouth, turning your head her way with furrowed brows. “Again? I thought you’d never been here before. You didn’t want to come alone?”
Yoon coughs, embarrassed “Uhhm. Ahem. I never said I hadn’t been here before. Simply just wanted your company this time…”
You shake your head, finishing the rest of your sandwich, still feeling self conscious at the men still by your table. When were they going to leave?
“Ooh we’ve got a new guest, guys!” One of them says, noticing you, you think his name is Kai. The others lean in curiously at you, zeroing in. You feel like an animal at a zoo. This is very odd. Especially since they’re the ones still wearing pet ears and furry gloves.
Yeonjun theatrically reaches for your hand, kissing the back of yours too, grinning and winking. “Pleasure to meet you, beautiful being. I’m yeonjun. Choi yeonjun. What’s your name, pretty?”
“They look frightened…” Taehyun whispers to kai.
The rest of them introduce themselves, shaking your hand like a normal person.
Once you’re done with shoving the last bit of your sandwich down, you quickly dab around your mouth with a napkin and you abruptly rise from your seat, standing up, ready to leave. Your time here is more than done, and you so desperately want to get away from this uncomfortableness. “Well! Lovely to meet you all. Must get going haha...”
“Wait! You haven’t chosen a favourite yet!” Yeonjun stops you.
“Everyone picks one.” Beomgyu, the one with multiple facial piercings says with his hands in his pockets.
“Usually under twenty seconds.” Taehyun adds, checking his extravagant watch that probably costs more than your tuition fees. “The average is 17.83 seconds.”
“Yeah. Which one of us is the most handsome?” Soobin pushes the glasses he’s wearing gently up his nose bridge, tilting his head at you.
They all come even closer to you simultaneously, crowding you, staring at you intensely and expectantly, awaiting your answer. All of their jaws are raised up, sweeping hands through their hairs confidently, and posing for you, doing weird expressions with their faces as if they were in some modelling photoshoot.
“Um…I wouldn’t know.” They’re all very good looking. How were you supposed to choose just one? And how would you have a favourite already?
Taehyun crosses his arms. “You don’t know?”
“Just choose one! Come on!” Kai urges you, jumping on the spot.
“Yeah.” They all start saying and agreeing together, growing impatient and slightly agitated, wanting you to choose one of them already.
So, you try again, staring at each of their faces individually, trying to be pragmatic about it so you can finally get out of here. First, you analyse yeonjun, silky blonde hair, fox-like sharp eyes, piercings all on his ears. Then soobin, soft black hair, glasses, a bunny like nose and mouth, wearing a cute sweater vest. Then beomgyu, brown shaggy messy wolfcut, soft brown eyes, but dark thick eyebrows with a piercing on one of them, a dermal piercing, and lip rings too. Then at kai, fluffy white hair, angelic features overall and a pretty nose, holding a stuffed plush penguin toy in his hand. And finally, at taehyun, big round eyes, high cheekbones and a chiselled face, wearing a whole ass corporate suit for some reason.
“I really don’t know!”
“You have to. Gun to your head. Three—” Beomgyu raises three fingers.
“TWO.” All five of them start to join in, shouting in unison.
“Why are we counting?!”
“ONE.”
“ZER—”
The counting down, for some reason, and the fact that five absurdly attractive, very tall men are still crowded around you and shouting, makes you panic and stress and you feel very under pressure.
“Okay, okay! Oh-umm!-uh-Yeonjun!” You blurt out frantically. You don’t know why you say that name, you just choose the most memorable one to get them off your back.
There’s silence and the others recoil dramatically, betrayed, and they give you such disgusted looks.
“Terrible taste.” Taehyun clicks his tongue. The others are shaking their heads at you.
Meanwhile, yeonjun looks moments away from ascending, “I knew it!” Yeonjun’s eyes are practically shining, grabbing your shoulders excitedly, ecstatic and smug and violently shaking you. He runs a hand through his blonde hair once more, sighing out at himself as if he were in some sort of shampoo advertisement. “I knew you’d pick me.” He punches your arm playfully.
“Ow…” You rub at your arm to soothe it, it actually hurts. He punched you pretty hard. He looks like he’s about to hit you again in excitement, you back away as far as you can, taking a few steps back, fearfully.
You bump into something behind you. It wobbles. And that’s when you hear something smash so distinctly loud and hard onto the pink marble floor, exploding. Hesitantly, you slowly, dreadfully, turn around, thinking you already know what might have happened.
You had caused a very expensive looking sculpture of the five boys with roses in each their hands, to collapse straight onto the ground and smash into millions of smithereens, thousands of tiny little pieces scattered across and flying everywhere.
Everyone in the room turns their heads at the dissonant sound, gasping, teacups freezing halfway to their lips. You stare at the scene completely mortified. You can feel your soul departing your body, mentally already digging your grave to lie in. You could literally cry.
“Oh my god!” Yeonjun runs and drops straight down to his knees at the death of the artwork. “Our most expensive sculpture, all the way from Italy! Custom made from the renowned artist Angelo Pasquarelli, he passed away recently! This was the last remaining piece of art he ever made!”
Well, that doesn’t serve to make you feel any better. At all. You don’t even know what to do. You don’t have any parents that can pay this for you. You can’t even begin to imagine how much it actually costs and how you’ll ever be able to repay it, and how much debt you’ll be in now. “I’m so sorry! Oh my-I’m so, so, so sorry! I don’t know-i wasn’t looking where I was going.”
You can feel how ironic this is. You came here for the free food, now you’re massively in debt somehow.
Taehyun, the treasurer of the club, comes to crouch down beside yeonjun, staring at the remnants with visible pain and anguish too. “This was supposed to be an art investment for the club…I told you we shouldn’t have kept it out here in the open.” He murmurs sharply to yeonjun.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t afford to pay for this.” You admit. “I’m literally only here on a scholarship. Is there any other way I can help? I’ll do anything. Anything at all.”
“Hm. You can’t afford to repay for the damage?” Soobin raises a brow at you, thinking. He pulls the rest of the boys into a huddle. You hear intense whispering as they deliberate your fate.
Yoon panics for you, stepping in. “It’s going to be okay!” She reassures you, feeling slightly guilty as she was the one who brought you here when you hadn’t particularly wanted to in the first place. “I’ll try and pay for some of it for you!”
“No, that’s alright. They won’t have to pay for any of it. No one has to.” Soobin speaks up, all of them finally pulling apart.
You feel so relieved, clasping a hand to your heart that had minutes before giving out entirely. “Oh. Oh my god. Thank you, thank you-”
“You’ll repay us in another way.” Soobin thoughtfully explains. “Next week, the host club is holding a special events week.”
“For the first time ever,” Kai interrupts excitedly, “each host gets their own solo event where we can do whatever we want!”
Soobin nods. “Yes, we’ve never done events purely by ourselves before and we’ll need additional assistance.”
“You,” yeonjun says, flamboyantly pointing directly at you, “are going to become our assistant!”
“Monday to Friday,” Soobin confirms. “One host per day. You’ll help organise events, carry things, run errands, and deal with guests. You’ll work off your debt to the host club.”
“Just five days? That’s it?” That didn’t seem too bad at all, it’s an alarmingly good deal. You were expecting something significantly worse. How hard can it be? Only working five days to pay off the debt for a supposedly very valuable and rare sculpture? You can definitely do that. “Alright. I’ll do it.” You shake soobin’s hand, determined than ever.
“Yayy! Yippeee!” All five of the boys start clapping and cheering delightfully at you. You don’t know why they’re so happy.
“And guess what?” Yeonjun grins gleefully. “My event is the first one.” He takes your arm in his, interlocking and hooking your arms, and then completely drags you away. You throw one last pleading look at yoon through the gilded doors in case it’s the last time you ever see your dear friend again.
But she just giggles at you, calling out. “You’ll be fine. It will be fun!” She cheerfully waves at you being hauled out of the host club room.
“Woah.”
You stand in the doorway of yeonjun’s sleek studio apartment in awe, which hardly looks anything like student accommodation. You wander further inside, taking it all in. It is massive, everything down to the furniture and interior looking way too luxurious, with a fancy kitchen, living room, a big en-suite bathroom, and a walk in closet filled with designer clothes. That doesn’t seem to be enough though since there’s clothing racks near the windows too with garments, a mannequin, framed fashion sketches and artwork pinned on a wall, designer magazines stacked on a unique-looking coffee table.
It’s Buckingham Palace compared to your place. Your student accommodation was one tiny shoe box room, a shared bathroom and kitchen. But you had chosen the very cheapest you could afford.
“Do you like it? It’s a bit small. My bedroom is bigger than this in my mansion, but this is still cool and cosy.” Yeonjun stands in front of the wide floor-to-ceiling windows that showcase the city skyline. He looked genuinely apologetic about it too.
“Mansion…” You shouldn’t be so surprised by now, so many people you have met at the university do live in them, but it still manages to shock you a little no matter how many times you hear it casually mentioned.
Yeonjun turns around excitedly. “Hey, maybe we can go to my house after this and I can show you! Get you to meet my parents already, ay?” Yeonjun winks at you. “It’s just a five minute walk!”
“A five minute walk?” You gawk incredulously, “If your house is so close to campus, why would you ever waste money getting student accommodation?” It fills you more with slight disgust at the wastefulness rather than jealousy.
Yeonjun huffs. “My parents said the same thing. But I wanted to have that uni experience, you know? Plus, I needed to be more independent. It’s a good thing. That student lifestyle, it’s pretty hard sometimes.”
“So…you've achieved this student lifestyle by moving five minutes away from your mansion into a luxury apartment?” Wow, this is certainly going on the list of out of touch things you’ve heard students say.
“Yep!” The confidence with which he answers is quite commendable.
“Oh, okay, so you’re paying for it yourself?” You don’t mean to pry, you’re just genuinely trying to understand a bit.
“No…my parents pay for it.”
You nod. “Right.”
“Oh! Would you like anything to drink or eat by the way?” Yeonjun politely offers you.
“Just some water is good.”
He grabs two high-end bottled waters from his high-end fridge too and passes one to you. “Here you go.”
“Thank you.” Both of you come to plop yourselves on his sofa. “But you cook?” You ask him assumedly.
“I don’t know how. But my chefs come from the house every morning to make me meals. It’s lovely.” He obliviously beams at you, lounging comfortably against the cushions, one arm draped across the backrest.
You just nod along at this point, sipping on your water. You noted chef was plural, but you’re not sure where the independence is. “Well, anyways,”
He sits up right again, shifting closer to you, a bit too close. “Yes! Let’s plan my event.”
“So,” you say, “any ideas?”
“I already know what I want to do.” He seems very proud of this. “Fashion is my passion. Hey, that rhymes. Maybe I could be a poet too.”
“Sure.” You say tiredly, waiting for him to tell you what he’s got planned.
“Flirty Fashion Workshop.” He stares back at you expectantly, smirking like he was expecting some sort of praise for this.
Your face scrunches up. “What the hell is a ‘Flirty Fashion Workshop’?”
Enthusiastically, yeonjun explains. “They’re sewing, I’m showing them how to use the sewing machine like this-” he leans into you, placing his hands over yours as if he were showing you how to work some phantom sewing machine, feeling his breath on your neck as he guides your hands.
“Okay, I didn’t need a personal demonstration on it.” You swat his arms away.
Yeonjun shrugs but winks cheekily at you once again. “Your loss. People pay for this, y’know?” Undeterred, he continues to explain more of his idea, “I’ll make step-by-step, visual demonstrations on how to make basic articles of clothing and they can decorate it however they want with different fabrics and beads and embroidery and creativeness. I’ll come around, helping and flirting, of course. Then, once everyone is done, we’ll have a little fashion show where everyone can model and show off their work! Isn’t that so great?”
You can see the appeal for it, from what you saw earlier, you have no doubt it’ll work and keep guests very satisfied. It’ll probably be a huge success. You nod at him. “Hm. What we need first is all the equipment and materials for this then.”
Yeonjun nods too. “I’ll ask to borrow all the sewing machines from the fashion department. We just need lots of textiles and fabric, threads, scissors, pins, beads, buttons, decorative materials, and other things.”
“Where should we get all of that from?” You query.
“We’ll buy it, of course. Taehyun made a spending card for the club. Off to the city centre!”
“After you.” Yeonjun gentlemanly opens the car door for you, rushing out of his to come around unnecessarily for yours.
The walk to the city centre was just under twenty minutes, but he had insisted on his chauffeur driving you both there anyway.
Yeonjun leads you to a bustling street with independent craft & art shops and fabric markets. The energy is so totally different compared to the commercial, homogeneous high streets you’d passed on the way, it’s bright and welcoming and filled with such unique characters of shops.
First, you buy lots and lots of fabric as you’ll be needing a lot of those. He seems to really be in his element, ecstatically showing you and speaking words about materials and their compositions only someone studying fashion would know, making you touch and feel them all too.
All of the vendors even seemed to recognise him, happily greeting and conversing with him, faces lighting up whenever he walked in, acting like he was some sort of long lost son of theirs whenever he stepped into a different shop. Yeonjun is very chatty, talking to them all for a while. One elderly woman even abandoned a conversation halfway with another customer just to pull yeonjun in for a hug and squeeze his cheeks. He’s not just famous in the host club, you observed.
You’re trudging along countless heavy bags of materials you’ll need for the workshop by now, shoulders and arms aching, you and yeonjun exhausted, hours blurred and overloaded by endless textiles. But it was a little fun, there’s a certain beauty in watching a person be passionate about something, oddly fascinating to follow yeonjun along.
You make one final stop to buy packs of sequins, and finally, you have all the equipment you need. Both of you make a turn on a street, noticing a brightly coloured ice cream shop. All the shopping, conversing and carrying must have clearly gotten to yeonjun, he’s drawn to it instantly like a moth to a flame, trudging you along with him, allowing you little time to protest.
He’s staring at the menu in deep concentration, brows furrowed but practically salivating. “Could I have the largest tub with one scoop of tiramisu and one scoop of rose please?”
You take a little longer to decide what you’ll like, settling on the smallest tub (it’s cheaper), and ordering a scoop of strawberry cheesecake and chocolate. Before you’re about to put your own card down, yeonjun dramatically steps in, practically shoving you out of the way and slamming his own down instead. “No. It’s on me, of course. A prince never lets anyone else pay.” He puts one hand to his heart, closing his eyes like he was reciting something religious.
“Oh, thank you.”
The ice cream scooper seems more affected by the gesture than you are, completely swooning at yeonjun. “Wow, what a gentleman!”
Yeonjun giggles at the compliment. “Hehe. Thank you!”
“You’re such a handsome young man. Ah, young love. Go on, i’ll give you both an extra scoop.” They lean in over the counter, hushing.
Yeonjun gasps. “You’re so kind! Thank you so much.”
Yeonjun is giggling, the scooper is giggling back too. You’re affronted by the whole exchange. Is life just this easily kind to Choi Yeonjun? But, you say your thanks too, not complaining about more ice cream for free. Everyone seems to be absolutely smitten by this dude’s charms. Sure, he’s attractive and he’s got great social skills, but people act like he’s above human. Are they seeing something you don’t?
Eventually, you can sit down at the tables, dropping the bags to your feet. You’re in a much better mood after sitting down and once you’re eating the well deserved ice cream, the creaminess and flavour melting on your tongue, plus the fact yeonjun paid for it is a great bonus, both of you happily talking more about yeonjun’s event between spoonfuls.
“Wanna try my tiramisu flavour? Say ahhh.” Yeonjun brings his spoon to you in an attempt to feed you, a generous scoop of pale brown ice cream perched upon it.
You flat out refuse, instead, bringing your own spoon to take a swipe of his yourself. “Mm. It’s good.”
Yeonjun watches you continue to eat without offering your own. “I wanna try the strawberry cheesecake one too.” Yeonjun leans forwards, tasting yours without asking. He’d taken quite a large amount too. “Mmh! This is yummy! I must get this next time.”
“Hey, I never said you could try mine.”
“Let’s take pics of our date.” Yeonjun ignores your complaining, getting out his phone and taking a series of selfies with you.
You stop and stare at him across from you before you can take another spoon of ice cream. “It’s not a date.”
Yeonjun shrugs again, unbothered. “Did you know I have seventy percent request rate?People would pay a lot to go on an ice cream date with me.”
You set down your spoon in the tub, reminded of something you wanted to ask. You don’t get it. “Why would you make a host club when you don’t need any of the money?”
“I love entertaining people. It’s my thing. I’m good at it.” He’s not looking at you, his brows are furrowed as he tries to fish out the last bits of his rose ice cream from the edges. You’d noticed he furrowed his brows a lot when concentrating on something.
“Fair enough.” You nod in understanding, you can’t deny that. From today alone you’ve witnessed just how many people he can amuse. It seemed people easily gravitated towards choi yeonjun.
“But also I don’t have any siblings.” He pulls his full lips into a slight pout, brows further furrowed, “I always wanted one, so many of them actually. I kept begging but my parents didn’t want any more. And it got pretty lonely when they were overseas so often. I’ve always wondered what it felt like to have siblings. Now I’ve got them!”
It’s your turn to furrow your eyebrows. “By…making a host club?”
“It’s something I’ve always wanted to do. I personally sought out all the members myself. Now, they’re all like my four brothers! I cherish them and the club a lot. It’s very important to me. They’re my family.” Yeonjun warmly beams.
He has that glint in his eyes from earlier on when you were in the fabric markets, and like before you can’t bring yourself to actually hate on it, he’s clearly passionate and sincere about it, so you just hum in agreement.
“That’s actually…sorta nice, still bizarre though.”
Yeonjun grins. “Did that woo you?”
“No.”
You’re back in yeonjun’s studio apartment. It’s completely dark outside by now, the city skyline view from his big windows look different after the sun had set, now it’s all just lots of constellations of scattered lights. You sit on one end of yeonjun’s sofa in the living room with the warm glow of orange and amber lamps he’d put on instead of his main lights, playing low music in the background from his turntable, the ambience nice to focus in.
Yeonjun is on the opposite end of the sofa, a large sketch pad sitting on his lap as he draws out the step-by-step demonstrations for the simple garments, you can hear his constant scribbling from his pencil meeting paper too. You are on your laptop, currently focused on the duration and structure of what should be happening in the workshop and making a small slideshow for it.
“Does it look fine?” Yeonjun lifts his sketch pad for you to see the diagrams.
You scan the illustrations briefly. “Mhm. They’re easy to follow.”
You continue typing. By the time you finish the final slide, your shoulders ache slightly from hunching over the laptop. You lean back against the sofa, stretching your limbs, eyes drifting to the other side of the sofa. Yeonjun is still sketching, completely absorbed, eyebrows characteristically drawn together as he focuses, lips in a slight duck-like pout and his blonde hair now having more of the resemblance of honey under the colours of the lamps.
“Done admiring me? Daydreaming about kissing me?” Yeonjun looks up, lazily grinning as he notices your stare.
You heavily roll your eyes at him. “You’re not my type.”
“I’m everyone’s type.” He confidently states. You shake your head, sighing out at his ego, but he starts again, “Hey, you’re the one who picked me as the most handsome.” Yeonjun puffs out his chest, still pleased by that.
“Yeah, under duress. I only picked you because your name was the first I remembered.”
For some reason, he remains proud. “So what you’re saying is that I’m very memorable.”
You drop your head back against the sofa and the wall behind you. “Lord…”
“You’re bluffing. Bet you do actually daydream about kissing me.” Yeonjun goads. “I wouldn’t blame you.”
You snort. “Kissing? You wish.”
He places his sketch pad away from his lap and onto the part of the sofa next to him, smirking at you. “Oh, I do wish.”
You narrows your eyes at him. “Really? What about?”
He cockily moves and leans forwards, coming close to your face, his stupid smirk never leaving, humoured. “Lots and lots of things.”
You know he enjoys flirting without you doing anything back, meaninglessly flirting with you countless of times today without you reacting. You know he gets a kick out of it, so you decide to retaliate back this time, having had enough of it. If Yeonjun wants to play this game so badly, then maybe it's time somebody plays it back. You’ll see what he does then.
“You know what I think?” You grab him by the collar of his shirt, pulling his face even closer to yours, grinning yourself and making your voice sultry sounding. “I think you’re all talk. Bet you couldn’t actually even kiss me.”
He instantly pulls his face away, flustered, shocked by what you say, eyes wide, not expecting you to say something like that back to him. Especially since you hadn’t entertained anything else he’d said this entire day. “What?” Yeonjun’s face flushes immediately, turning unmistakably bright, beet red from his neck and ears too. His mouth clamps shut. And for perhaps the first time since meeting him, yeonjun seems quite speechless. The legendary flirt of the host club couldn't handle being flirted with back, he was accustomed to being the one in control of every conversation.
There’s an attempt to regain his composure though, clearing his throat and trying to confidently smile back. “I could and I would. Do you want me to?”
“Yeah. Go on then.” You challenge him, chin raised high, poking the bear with a stick.
He’s not sure if you’re serious, and yeonjun hesitates. “Fine.” He leans in, face close to yours again, staring at you falteringly with his narrowed feline eyes, but trying to make it seem formidable. Close enough once more that you can see the mole next to his eye, see the shadows the dark warm lighting casts on his cheek bones, making them that much more prominent, and smell the faint scent of his expensive cologne. You’re equally staring back with heated, daring eyes. You’re so sure you’ve won. He’s not going to do it. It’s all just talk.
Your eyes flicker down to his pouty lips, his rich, cushiony lips. They had such a pretty, distinctive shape to them that you’ve never seen before. For a small second, you wonder what they’d feel like against yours if he did actually lean in more, but you shake it away. Are you slowly being charmed too? Has he put a spell on you? Is this how he does it?
At last, yeonjun draws back, running a hand through his hair.
You’re just about to laugh in victory, knowing he’s lost, knowing his words hold no meaning to them, but then, yeonjun suddenly surges forwards, grabbing your face. His mouth mushes with yours fiercely and you gasp into it, startled. You find your lips move back with his, perhaps you’ll still win if you’re not the first to break away.
Both of you continue kissing for a long time, mouths sliding together, teeth over lips, taking it in turns to suck his bottom lip, then his upper lip. You don’t know if this is still part of the game but it’s starting to feel less significant as time goes on and your lips meet again and again, colliding with soft breaths. You’re enjoying it, yeonjun’s heavenly lips feel good on yours. You definitely feel like you’re under a spell right now, all almost hypnotic. Maybe he’s a witch. You’d like to believe that more than of your own will.
Barely an inch separates when you both pull apart for some air. Yeonjun is staring at you, entranced and dishevelled with rosy cheeks. His usually perfect hair has fallen into his eyes, and his plush lips were beyond swollen and tinted so red, all the blood vessels rupturing there from your kissing and biting. His breathing is totally uneven. The image and how stark it is makes your stomach flip and flutter.
Then, you’re kissing him again.
You’re touching and gripping onto each other’s bodies in different places as you continue to make out. Your lips reach yeonjun’s angular jaw, then down, brushing against the warm skin of his neck, leaving kisses and still being able to smell his lingering, delicious cologne that’s been able to last the whole day. He lets you, tipping his head back as his eyes flicker closed and his hold on your waist tightens.
Playfully, your hand reaches down to stroke his thigh and then his crotch, grinding the palm against the hardening dick in his pants. You like leading the whole of this, it’s amusing. Yeonjun goes completely still with a sharp, shaky intake of breath, mouth falling open. But just as you’re about to pull his dick out to actually touch him, his hand slaps against your wrist, stopping you. “N-no. Let me.”
You tilt your head. “Huh?”
“Let me eat you out.”
Wow. You thought yeonjun would just want to get his dick wet. He certainly looks like he needs a hand wrapped around it right now, but he’s offering to tend to you instead.
You shrug. “Okay.” You’re definitely not one to complain. So, you lie on your back for him.
Yeonjun sheds off all the articles of clothing of your lower half, grabbing the back of your knees to push you closer to him on the sofa. He spreads your legs, his sharp eyes heavily lidded at the sight, practically salivating. “Pretty…”
He wastes no time in diving into your pussy immediately, shoving his face in and licking up a long stripe of your cunt, before completely messily making out with your pussy, groaning and grunting against you, holding onto the flesh of your thighs tighter. You satisfyingly sigh out at the dim ceiling your eyes are fixed on before closing your eyes all together, biting your lip.
You grab ahold of yeonjun’s hair, fingers threading through the soft messy blonde locks and tugging just hard enough to make noises escape his throat in response.
Yeonjun attaches his perfect pretty lips to your clit, sucking, suctioning so vigorously until the bundle of nerves are even puffier than his lips. They feel even better on your clit, like they’re made just for that. He focuses completely on your pleasure, furrowing his brows as he eats you out, humming and whining and groaning, licking and sucking. The sounds of him smothered in your pussy are so audible, taking over the music still playing on the LP, and so obscene, so wet, you can only oddly describe it as if yeonjun is hungrily devouring a bowl of ramen, enthusiastically slurping and inhaling it all.
“Am I finally pleasing you? Weren’t pleased with anything I was doing before.” Yeonjun lifts his head up to look at you desperately and obsessively. He clearly takes this very seriously, intent on making you feel good.
“Mmh, sure. Keep going.” You don’t really care for anything he’s saying, barely listening, you’re nearly reaching the edge, so you grab more of a fistful of his hair, grinding down on his face. You guess he wasn’t wrong about being good at entertaining people.
Knowing you’re close, yeonjun brings his signet ringed fingers to your hole, quickly fucking them into you and lapping at your clit with his tongue, flicking over and over again, your slick gushing out as he does this. It manages to bring you over, thighs clenching around his face and cumming over it. You moan out loud and so does yeonjun at the view of you orgasming, nuzzling into your cunt further and licking up everything you give out.
Eventually, he lifts up from between your legs, your juices coating all around his enlarged lips, that they look like he put on some kind of really shiny plumping lip gloss. With a happy, drowsy smile, yeonjun licks it all off around his mouth. Then, licks his fingers clean off too, his family heirloom ring, dripping in your cum. Usually effortlessly confident yeonjun, looks incapable of forming any actual thought.
“Fuck me.” You tell him, looking down at the way his dick is practically crying to be let out of his pants, slight patch of precum dribbled out on it. You pull his zipper down, freeing his dick and pumping his achy red, leaky cock, rubbing your thumb over the tip and swiping at the fluid on his sensitive slit. Yeonjun curses, hips bucking and mouth hanging open, blissed out at the stimulation.
“Fuck you? Sure…Yeah… I-i can do that.” Yeonjun breathes out, so far gone already.
“You want to make me feel good, don’t you?” You spread your legs again, holding his gaze.
“Yes.” It seems to snap whatever restraint he has left. Yeonjun quickly goes to grab condoms from somewhere, nearly knocking something over in the process. When he finally gets ahold of one, he comes back, tearing the packet open with his teeth in a rush. Which you’ll admit, does something to you.
He frantically pushes the condom onto his cock, and you can only describe yeonjun’s face as purely debauched after he lines up his swollen fat tip to your pussy and pushes in, bottoming out completely, your walls sucking and swallowing him in so good, filling you up so good, both of you gutturally groaning. “Oh my g-ughh…” He moans every single time he pushes back in, mouth slack, long pretty whines and cries escaping him.
You wrap your legs tightly around his waist, pulling him closer and sheathing his dick deeper into you. Your hands slide up his back, digging your nails into the muscles there and yeonjun’s eyes nearly roll to the back of his head at that. It’s not long at all until yeonjun just completely loses himself in the feeling of you, his thrusts quickly building up in speed, slamming his hips harder and deeper, erratically.
He’s so unrhythmic with it, sloppily still trying to fuck you as his brain turns to absolute mush, he can barely do it, his pretty lips staying parted with how delirious he is. Yeonjun’s hips are practically shaking with every roll and you think he might actually fall on top of you. He tries to hold onto you, face falling into the crook of your neck, biting down there, utterly wrecked, drooling all on your neck now with muffled moans and groans.
You’ve had enough of his dumb, useless rutting, growing tired of the position. You roughly pull at his hair to bring his face back up and away from your neck. He looks at you practically cross-eyed, slurring. “Shit, you can’t even fuck me. Pull out.” You tell him.
Yeonjun panics, confused, shaking his head. “Huh? What-please, please.”
“Just pull out.”
He does as you say, whining and wailing at you like a hurt animal. You roll your eyes at his dramatics, shoving him down onto the sofa instead. “Calm down. I’m fucking you myself.”
“No, I-i can fuck you. ‘m sorry. I can do it.” Yeonjun tries to beg, profusely apologising, not wanting to feel useless to you, wanting to make you feel good, tears appearing in the waterline of his eyes from how muddled his mind is.
“Sssh. It’s okay.” You stuff two of your fingers into his mouth to shut him up, but also, wanting to watching him suck your fingers because you’re weirdly fixated on his gorgeously shaped, plump lips now. The sight of him sucking with sparkly tearful eyes is so hot and debasing.
Pulling your fingers out of his mouth, you straddle yeonjun, grabbing his dick. You place it at your entrance and unceremoniously sit down on the whole of his dick fast in one go, taking him all in to the hilt, until your hips meet his. It knocks the air out of yeonjun, theatrically throwing his head back and it has you sighing in pleasure at having his cock inside you again, stretched out at a more delicious angle.
You hold onto his abdomen, swivelling your hips around him and then beginning to ride him as yeonjun moans and mewls out so brazenly loud. “You need me to fuck you, baby. Don’t you?”
“Yeahyeah-mmm.” Yeonjun is fickle as shit, not complaining at all once he feels your pussy, in fact, he likes it more now since he’s not doing any of the work.
You lift yourself off and slam back down, bouncing on him faster and faster at an unrelenting pace and yeonjun just lays there underneath you, looking pretty and almost doll-like with his blushed cheeks and glossed lips in the shape of an ‘o’, happily taking it all in pure ecstasy, tongue lolling out and contently moaning high pitched like a girl.
You can’t help but chuckle at the view of yeonjun beneath you, brushing a strand of damp hair from his sweat-beaded forehead. “You’re more like a princess than a prince, yeonjun. Maybe you should be the princess’s host club instead.”
You thought he might objectify but yeonjun just mindlessly nods. “Kay…long as you’re still fucking me.”
You giggle, bringing your hand to the side of his hot face, stroking your thumb sweetly on his cheek. “You like being taken care of by me?”
Yeonjun nods, preening into your touch, purring like a cat. “Uh huh.”
You can feel yeonjun’s dick twitching uncontrollably inside of you. “Aww, princess, are you close?” You teasingly coo.
Yeonjun helplessly whimpers. “Yes, so close. Kiss me.”
You tut at him. “You’re not even going to ask nicely? What a spoilt princess.” But you do it anyway, leaning down, capturing his addictive lips with yours, kissing him hungrily, filthily, tongues tangling and swirling together as you ruthlessly ride him, both your brains clouded up by the other, sucking on his tongue nastily too. You clench down on yeonjun’s cock purposefully and he satisfyingly cries into your mouth, you swallowing down all his needy sounds.
You continue to bounce wetly on yeonjun’s girthy cock, going up and down at a mercilessly cruel speed as it creates sticky squelchy sounds, fucking the life out of him whilst his cries accelerate, your ass smacking his full balls every single time, grabbing his shoulders hard to hold onto as you do this, intent on reaching both your highs.
“Ohhhmy god. I’m cummingg!” Yeonjun cums first with garbled, mangled, pornographic whines, spilling his seed and filling the condom with his white gooey substance, back lifting off the sofa and arching as he sees stars everywhere. He pants and heaves, throwing an arm over his face at the overwhelming sensation, trying to come back down to earth, going boneless, feeling like a pile of nothingness, like melted ice cream in the sun.
You continue to use his spent dick, so close to your own orgasm too, so in reach as you keep jumping on his cock hard, reaching up in a gummy spot inside of you, prodding it every time so good, eyes squeezed shut in complete bliss, sweating so much, thighs aching. You don’t stop though, bringing your hand to rub at your clit too and you’re quickly able to let go, cumming around yeonjun’s twitching dick. You stay there, riding the after waves of it, slowly still moving on yeonjun’s cock, trying to prolong it until you can’t anymore and it stops feeling good.
You collapse on top of yeonjun’s body, utterly exhausted, allowing him to weakly grab and cling onto you as you both drift off.
“Shit, yeonjun. Wake up.” You attempt to shake yeonjun.
Both of you had managed to pass out on the sofa until the next day after the event planning had very abruptly turned into something else entirely. And now, you’re running a little bit late to set everything up for the workshop, neither of you remembering to set an alarm.
Yeonjun stirs in his sleep but doesn’t wake up, pouting with knitted eyebrows.
“Yeonjun.” You shake his shoulders more aggressively, shoving him.
“It’s too early.” He whines.
“No it’s not. Check your phone.”
He groans, but reaches over to grab his phone, checking the time with one eye open. “Oh. We have to go already.”
“Yeah.”
He gets up and so do you, quickly getting ready the best you can, grabbing the bundles and armfuls of supplies of everything you need and running over to the host club room.
Both of you rush to get everything prepared, checking the number of attendees, placing all the supplies each person and table will need, such as needles, measuring tapes, embroidery, fabric, scissors, pins. You make sure the screen and PowerPoint is up and ready. Yeonjun had gone to the printer to make individual copies of the demonstrations so everyone has one on a table. The sewing machines also needed to be carried one by one, all the way from the fashion department building and back to where the host club room is, which takes a considerably long time and effort. By the fifth trip, your arms genuinely felt like they were going to fall off.
The room was finally ready, guests would start arriving any minute. You collapse into a chair, yeonjun dropping down on the one next to you.
And the event goes satisfyingly well. As you had expected, the guests love the idea, following the steps and learning how to sew simple clothes, particularly loving when yeonjun comes around to flirt individually and help with the sewing machines, giggling and blushing into their sleeves. As the assistant, you go around table to table, checking in and giving extra supplies when guests need them, making sure everything is running and working the presentation on the projector as yeonjun confidently talks and teaches. You have to admit, It feels nice and rewarding to watch the whole event actually come to together after planning it for a long while yesterday and seeing everyone enjoy it.
Yeonjun insists on you being his model, wanting to make a top fitted for your measurements.
You groan. “Why do I have to be it, though? There’s plenty people who would love to be your model.”
“You’re my assistant, so you’re my model. Plus, you’re gorgeous enough.” Yeonjun deviously winks, corners of his mouth curling upwards.
You shake your head and defeatedly sigh. You thought his flirting would stop after you had retaliated back, but he’s flirting even more.
You don’t have much of a choice in being his model, so you stand before him, letting him get to work. You get to see his fashion designing skills in action, he’s very focused, a measuring tape draped around his neck, pin held between his lips, catty eyes squinted in concentration, measuring, cutting, seeing, creating the top and then decorating it. It’s a very pretty beaded, well fitted top with a gaping heart hole. There’s tiny red crystals, sequins and beads on the edges of the heart, cascading downwards like dripping blood, elegant and slightly unsettling. He even manages to make one for himself in the short time frame, making a matching one with a similar concept for himself. His featuring a similar heart motif, though slightly larger, with black crystal embellishments spreading across the chest like fractured veins.
Once everyone is done creating their pieces, there’s music playing on speakers as everybody shows off what they made, walking down the makeshift platformed stage acting as a runway, all the guests cheerfully, clapping and supporting each other, the lovely atmosphere is infectious. Yeonjun grabs your wrist to walk down the runway together, yeonjun ridiculously posing as guests scream and whistle so loud, losing their minds and you do the same, posing, actually having fun.
The aftermath of the event looks significantly less glamorous, the room is a beyond mess, looking like some sort of natural disaster had taken place in it, and unfortunately, both you and yeonjun have to be the ones to tidy and put everything away. The sewing machines nearly killing you off yet again when you have to return them all back to their home.
“Ice cream?” Yeonjun suggests once you’re finally done with clearing the room.
“Yes.” You immediately agree, tired eyes lighting up.
You don’t bring yourself to complain about getting yeonjun’s chauffeured car to the ice cream shop, despite how within walking distance it is, every muscle in your body so sore. You order the tiramisu flavour and yeonjun gets the strawberry cheesecake, swapping ice creams, having liked what the other got more last time.
Yeonjun jokingly offers you a scoop of his ice cream again to feed it to you, holding it out across the table for you. “Say ahh.”
You narrow your eyes, but challengingly accept, eating it just to watch the shocked expression appear on yeonjun’s face as he hadn’t expected you to actually let him feed you. But then, the stunned reaction changes, the idiot is glowing, widely smiling.
“You’re helping with soobin’s event tomorrow.” Yeonjun says after a bit, resting his chin in his hands and smiling at you across the table.
You had almost forgotten that this wasn’t the end, and only the start. Four more events remained, and four more hosts. The thought alone was exhausting. Tomorrow would be soobin's event and you had absolutely no idea what it would involve.
“Hopefully, you don’t like him as much as you like me.” Yeonjun jokes, but keeps his eyes still lingering on you, something almost faintly wistful about it, though he’s still smiling.
Now that you’ve come to think of it, you’ll never likely be working with yeonjun again after this, feeling the tiniest bit melancholic about it. But you snort anyway. “Who said I liked you?”
“You have to have liked me a little, otherwise sleeping with me would have been a very strange decision on your part.” Yeonjun raises a brow at you, grin only deepening.
You burst into laughter despite yourself and so does yeonjun.
“Unless,” he adds, placing a hand over his chest in wounded exaggeration, “the sex was bad and you like me even less now, which would be quite sad.” A dramatic pout pulls at yeonjun’s lips.
As bizzare as yeonjun is, you supposed you get how people can be charmed and pulled in by this man now, because you do find you’re no different than anybody else who likes him anymore.
Please actually reblog !!!!!! and leave comments !!!! guys if you like the fic. It’s really appreciated and so nice tysm !<3🙏💕🌷It’s incredibly discouraging and disappointing when fics have such little reblogs. At least send an anon in the inbox if you don’t want to rb, don’t just like. Feedback is always appreciated it makes writers want to actually write more :)
A/n: I’m so sorry if this is shit and everyone hates it 🤣🤣 Im too scared to read it all back and then change it all and never post it 🤣🤣 i kinda hate this sm. yes I am aware the ending is so poorly written 🤣 Ughh i do have a love hate relationship w this bc I do feel I could have done it wayy better but I just don’t think I would have ever actually posted it so I’m making my peace. but ayyy yeonjun debut on my blog ! I actually have another fic idea for jjun that I want to write so badly too
are you in the aviation industry or smth bc your new fic was Very Knowledgeable like how do you know about the briefing rooms and sending an FA up to the cockpit with meals for breaks
LOL, no ꉂ(ˊᗜˋ*)… when i’m asked to write certain fics that involve career pathways, i try my best to do research beforehand and learn as much as i can in such a short amount of time before writing. my newest fic was definitely the hardest, though, but i already had some general knowledge and understanding of it because my father is a part of the aviation industry. fun fact ♡
synopsis: first officer, choi beomgyu just got promoted to captain. you're on his inaugural flight as pilot in command, and the chemistry between the flight deck and the cabin has never been this volatile. when a forced overnight in tokyo strands the crew together, tension increases.
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the pre-flight briefing room at incheon smells like burnt coffee and industrial carpet that hasn't been replaced since the early 2000s. you're adjusting your scarf in the reflection of your phone screen when minseo drops into the seat next to yours, already bolting with the energy of someone who's been gossiping in the crew lounge for twenty minutes straight.
"new captain on the flight deck," she says, like she's announcing a zombie apocalypse. "and y/n, i need you to mentally prepare yourself."
"for what?" you don't look up from your phone. "another divorced fifty-year-old who calls me 'sweetheart' while i pour his coffee and pretends i don't have a nametag?"
"better." minseo leans in close. "young. korean transfer from cargo division. apparently he has more flight hours than some of the senior captains, and he looks like he just stepped out of a drama casting call. the kind where he's the mysterious lead who has a tragic backstory about his first love dying in a plane crash or something. you know?"
you finally look up from your phone. "how young?"
"twenties. twenty-five, i heard." she pauses for dramatic effect, her eyes wide and serious. "and he has dimples.”
"focus," you mutter. you've been a flight attendant for three years. you've learned not to get distracted by pilots. they're either married, insufferable, or both. sometimes all three, somehow.
the briefing room door opens.
you've seen plenty of captains walk through that door. they usually look like variations of the same expression: exhausted, entitled, or desperately clinging to authority they don't actually have. they carry flight bags with pictures of children taped inside. they have coffee stains on their ties. they look at you like you're part of the furniture.
choi beomgyu looks like he was born to wear the uniform.
he's tall—taller than most of the cockpit crew you deal with and the navy blue pilot's jacket fits across his shoulders perfectly. he moves like he knows exactly where his body is in space at all times, like every gesture is calculated for true efficiency.
"good morning," he says. his voice is deeper than you expected, smooth with a slight rasp. "i'm captain choi. first day officially in the left seat, so i appreciate you all being patient with me while i figure out where they hide the good coffee and which of you won't judge me for drinking three cups before takeoff."
there's a ripple of laughter. you don't join in. you're too busy watching the way his hands move as he reviews the weather charts—long fingers, precise gestures, a pilot's watch heavy on his left wrist. his nails are short, clean, professional. you wonder what they'd feel like against your skin, and then immediately hate yourself for wondering.
"tokyo today," he continues, looking up. his gaze moves across the room and stops when it hits you. you feel it like a touch, like someone's actually reached out and pressed a thumb against your sternum. "fourteen hours roundtrip, but we're overnighting due to weather. narita. let's try not to kill each other, and if anyone knows a good ramen place, i’ll buy."
he holds your eyes for one second too long. then two. then three, and you realize you're holding your breath.
you look down at your notepad, heart hammering against your ribs, and pretend you didn't just get completely checked out by your new captain in front of your entire crew.
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the first four hours of the flight are mechanical. you do your rounds—meals, drinks, the businessman in 14c who keeps asking for whiskey he doesn't need, the mother in 23a traveling with a toddler who won't stop screaming. you avoid the flight deck on purpose, sending minseo up with the pilots' meals instead, telling yourself it's not avoidance, it's professionalism.
you're lying.
at hour six, turbulence hits over the east china sea. the seatbelt sign dings on with a sharp chime, and you're securing the galley when the cockpit door opens.
"need you for a second," beomgyu says. he's shed his jacket, sleeves rolled to his elbows, and you can see the veins in his forearms, the lean muscle there. his shirt is slightly untucked on one side, and it's so human, so normal, that it makes your chest tight. "co-pilot's taking a break. i could use the company."
"it's policy that—"
"i know the policy." he doesn't smile, but his eyes do, crinkling at the corners in a way that makes your stomach flip. "two crew members in the flight deck during single-pilot operation. that's why i'm asking you, and not your colleague."
"minseo's available," you say, even as your feet are already moving toward him.
"minseo talks too much," he says. "i want someone who knows when to be quiet."
"rude."
"accurate." he steps back to let you pass, and you have to squeeze through the narrow doorway, close enough to smell him—something clean, sandalwood and soap and the faint metallic scent of the aircraft. your shoulder brushes his as you settle into the jump seat behind him, and you feel him go still for just a fraction of a second, his breath catching almost imperceptibly.
"you're nervous," he says, not looking at you. his hands move over the controls with practiced ease, adjusting for the turbulence.
"of what?"
"me." he turns his head, and those dark eyes find yours in the reflection of the glass. the sky outside is endless blue, cloudless, stretching forever. "you've been avoiding the flight deck all flight, y/n. i noticed."
your name in his mouth sounds like a secret. you didn't tell him your name. you didn't wear your nametag in the briefing.
"i read the manifest," he says, like he can hear your thoughts. his voice is soft, intimate, completely inappropriate for a cockpit. "i like knowing who i'm flying with. especially when they've been looking at me like they want to know more."
"professional courtesy," you manage, but your voice cracks.
"is that what we're calling it?" he adjusts something on the panel, and the aircraft banks slightly, tilting toward the sun. the light catches his profile, highlighting the sharp line of his nose, the curve of his mouth. "you were looking at me in the briefing. before i saw you. i felt it."
the turbulence bumps the aircraft, a rough jolt that makes the seatbelt dig into your hips. beomgyu doesn't flinch. his hands stay steady on the controls, and you realize with a dizzying clarity that you're attracted to his competence as much as his face. there's something devastating about watching someone be good at their job, especially when their job is keeping hundreds of people alive at forty thousand feet.
"i don't—" you start.
"you're going to tell me it's inappropriate," he cuts in. "that i'm your captain. that there are rules. that this is my first day and you're supposed to be professional and i'm supposed to be setting an example."
"aren't there rules?" you ask, but your voice is barely above a whisper.
"plenty." he finally turns to face you fully, and the cockpit feels smaller still, like the walls are closing in, like the air is getting thinner. "but we're at forty thousand feet. somewhere over international waters. and i'm tired of pretending i didn't notice you the second i walked into that room. i'm tired of pretending i haven't been thinking about what your mouth tastes like for the past six hours."
your mouth goes dry. "this is—"
"a bad idea?" he laughs, low and rough, sending shivers down your spine. "obviously. i'm not stupid, y/n. i also don't care. not right now. not with you sitting there looking at me like that."
the radio crackles. air traffic control, distant and staticky, asking for an altitude confirmation. beomgyu answers with practiced ease, his voice shifting into professional mode so smoothly it gives you whiplash. when he finishes, he reaches back—not touching you, but close enough that you can feel the heat radiating from his palm, hovering over your knee.
"thirty minutes," he says softly. "until my co-pilot comes back. thirty minutes where it's just us, and this conversation never happened if you don't want it to."
"and if i do want it to?"
his eyes darken, his pupils blown wide. "then maybe you stay a little longer. maybe we find out what happens when the seatbelt sign goes off."
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you don't stay. you can't. the co-pilot comes back, some senior guy named lee who gives you a nod as you squeeze past beomgyu… closer than necessary, his hand brushing your lower back to steady you as the turbulence hits again, his fingers pressing into your spine with a familiarity that makes you dizzy.
"see you on the descent," beomgyu says, like a promise, that sounds like a threat.
you spend the next six hours in a haze. minseo keeps giving you looks, like she knows something happened, but you shake your head and focus on your work: dinner service, the drunk guy in 22f, the mother traveling alone with twins who looks like she might cry if you don't bring her another glass of wine. you walk the aisles on autopilot, smiling, but your mind is in the cockpit. on his hands. on the way he said your name.
when the seatbelt sign comes on for final descent into narita, you're already strapped into your jump seat in the back galley, counting down the minutes until you can escape to the hotel and take the longest shower of your life. cold water. very cold water. maybe ice even.
the aircraft touches down smooth as silk. professional. beomgyu is good at his job, you have to give him that. the landing is flawless, barely a bump as the wheels kiss the tarmac.
deplaning takes forever. you stand at the door, smiling, thanking passengers who don't look at you, watching the sunset paint the narita tarmac in shades of gold and pink. you're almost done, almost free, when the last passenger clears and you turn to find beomgyu standing in the galley doorway.
he changed. he's in dark jeans now, a black sweater that clings to his shoulders, his pilot's jacket slung over one arm casually. he looks like someone you could see in a bar and take home without knowing he's your boss.
"crew bus leaves in twenty," he says. "same hotel as you. i checked."
"of course you did."
"there's a bar. rooftop. i'm going to be there in an hour." he steps closer, close enough that you can see the way his hair curls slightly at the nape of his neck. "you don't have to come. but if you do, y/n, i'm not going to pretend this is just a drink. i'm not going to pretend i haven't been hard since you walked into that briefing room this morning."
"and if someone sees us?"
he smiles then, and minseo was right—the dimples are criminal, deep and sharp and unfair. "then i guess i'm done flying for korean air. worth it."
he walks away before you can answer, and you stand there with your heart beating loudly, knowing you're going to show up.
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the hotel is one of the standard crew accommodations—clean, impersonal, twenty floors of airline staff rotating through on different routes. your room is on twelve. you shower, you change into the only nice thing you packed, which is a black dress that hits mid-thigh, simple but effective, with a neckline that dips lower than your uniform allows. you tell yourself you're going to the bar because you're hungry, because you want to see the view, because you're an adult who can have a drink with a colleague.
you're lying.
the rooftop bar is half-empty, the tokyo skyline glittering like a jewel box in the distance. you spot him immediately—he's at a corner table, two drinks already in front of him, and when he sees you. something in his expression shifts from anticipation to hunger so fast it steals your breath. he stands, and you see he's rolled his sleeves up again, showing those forearms, and of course, you want to bite them.
"you came," he says when you reach the table.
"i was thirsty."
"liar." but he's smiling. he gestures to the seat across from him, and you slide in, accepting the glass he pushes toward you. "how was your first flight with me, y/n?"
"professional."
"and now?"
you take a long sip, letting the alcohol burn before you answer. "less so."
"good." he leans forward, elbows on the table, and the distance between you feels like nothing. "i've been thinking about you all day. in the cockpit. during approach. when i was supposed to be checking weather reports. when i was supposed to be sleeping in the crew rest area. i couldn't sleep. i kept thinking about your mouth."
"that's dangerous," you say, but your voice is breathless.
"you're dangerous." he reaches across the table, his fingers brushing yours where they rest on your glass. "i don't do this… i don't risk my career for—"
"for what?"
his jaw tightens, a muscle jumping there. "for something i can't stop thinking about. for someone i met six hours ago and already know i want to ruin myself for."
the city lights blur behind him. you should go. you know you should go. instead, you turn your hand over, letting your palm press against his, and watch his eyes go dark.
"your room or mine?" you ask.
he stands so fast his chair scrapes against the floor, loud enough to draw attention from the other tables. he doesn't care. "mine. now. before i change my mind or come to my senses."
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the elevator ride is torture. he's standing close enough that you can feel the heat of him. when the doors close on the twelfth floor, he doesn't hit the button for his own.
"beomgyu—"
he turns, and then his mouth is on yours, hot and demanding, and you gasp against his lips as he backs you into the corner of the elevator. his hands find your waist, pulling you flush against him, and you can feel how hard he is already, the length of him pressing against your hip, insistent and thick.
"couldn't wait," he mutters against your jaw, trailing kisses down your throat, his teeth grazing your pulse point. "fuck, y/n, i've been hard since. since i saw your legs in that uniform. since i heard your voice."
the elevator dings. he pulls back, breathing hard, his hair messy from where your fingers tangled in it. "my floor," he says, and his voice is rough. "unless you've changed your mind."
you step out first.
his room is identical to yours. he closes the door and locks it, and then you're in his arms again, his mouth finding yours with a desperation that makes your knees weak.
"wait," you breathe, pulling back just enough to see his face. "you're sure about this?"
"i don't care." he cups your face, thumbs stroking over your cheekbones with a tenderness that contradicts the hunger in his eyes. "tell me to stop and i will. but if you don't—" he presses his forehead to yours. "if you don't, i'm going to fuck you until you can't remember your own name. until the only thing you know is mine. until you feel me inside you every time you walk down the aisle tomorrow."
"beomgyu—"
"say it again."
"beomgyu." you reach for his sweater, pulling it up and over his head, revealing the lean muscle underneath. "i want you inside me… now. please."
he groans, and then he's lifting you, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carries you to the bed. he lays you down like you're something precious, and then he's kissing you again—deep, filthy kisses that make you arch against him, desperate for more, for everything.
his hands move to your dress, sliding up your thighs, and you lift your hips to help him as he pulls it up and over your head. he pauses, looking down at you in your bra and underwear, and the way his breath catches makes you feel beautiful, makes you feel seen.
"fuck," he whispers, reverent. "look at you."
"you too," you manage, reaching for his belt. "i want to see you."
he lets you undo the buckle, the button, and the zipper. you push his jeans down, and he kicks them off, and then he's in nothing but black boxers. the outline of his cock straining against the fabric, and your mouth waters at the sight, at the thought of taking him, tasting him completely.
"later," he promises, reading your expression. "i'll let you taste me later. but right now—" he kneels between your legs, spreading you open, and hooks his fingers in your underwear. "right now i need to feel you. i need to know if you're as wet as i've been imagining. if you taste as good as you look."
he drags your underwear down your legs, slow, torturous, and then he's looking at you. his gaze fixed between your thighs with an intensity that makes you want to close your legs and hide but to be seen all at once as well.
"don't," he says softly, pressing a kiss to your inner knee. "let me see you. let me—"
he leans down, and then his mouth is on you, hot and wet and so fucking good you cry out, your back arching off the bed. he licks into you like he's been starving, like this is all he's wanted since the moment he saw you, and his tongue finds your clit with precision, circling and flicking and sucking until you're panting. your fingers tangled in the sheets.
"beomgyu—" you tangle your fingers in his hair, holding him there, and he hums against you, the vibration making you gasp. "fuck, don't stop, please—"
he doesn't. he works you with his mouth and his fingers. one sliding inside you, curling to find that spot that makes you see stars, then two, stretching you open while his tongue circles your clit with relentless and perfect pressure. you're panting, the pleasure building so fast it's almost frightening.
"i'm going to—i'm close—"
"come for me," he murmurs against you. "let me taste you, y/n. let me feel you fall apart. i've been dreaming about this."
you break. the orgasm crashes through unexpectedly and violent, and you cry out his name as your hips buck against his mouth. he doesn't stop until you're trembling, oversensitive, pushing at his shoulders. only then does he pull back, his eyes dark with satisfaction.
"beautiful," he says, climbing up your body to kiss you. you can taste yourself on his lips, and it sends a jolt of arousal through you.
"need you," you whisper against his mouth. "please, beomgyu. i need you inside me."
he reaches for his wallet on the nightstand, pulling out a condom with shaking hands. you watch him roll it on—his cock thick and hard, flushed dark, and your mouth waters at the sight, at the thought of taking him. he guides himself to your entrance, the head of his cock pressing against your folds, and you moan at the contact, at the stretch as he begins to push inside.
"fuck," he groans, his forehead dropping to yours. "you're so tight. so fucking perfect and wet for me."
he sinks in slowly, inch by inch, giving you time to adjust to the fullness. by the time he's fully in, you're panting, your nails digging into his shoulders.
"move," you beg. "please, beomgyu, move—"
he pulls back and thrusts in, hard, and you cry out at the sensation. he sets a rhythm, deep and steady, each thrust hitting that spot inside you that makes your vision spark with light.
"look at me," he demands, his hand cupping your jaw, forcing your eyes to his. "stay with me, y/n. i want to see you. i want to watch you come apart on my cock."
you hold his gaze, and it's intimate. too intimate. the connection between you sparking as he fucks you with urgency, his hips snapping against yours, the sound of sex filling the room.
"you're so good," he pants, his voice breaking. "so perfect, taking me so well. i've wanted this since the moment i saw you. wanted to know what you'd feel like wrapped around me."
"beomgyu—"
"say my name again. let me hear it."
"beomgyu!" you arch against him as he hits that spot again. "beomgyu, i'm going to—"
"come with me," he begs, his thrusts losing their rhythm, becoming desperate and chasing his own release. "please, y/n, i need to feel you."
you shatter. the orgasm is deeper this time. you clench around him, and he groans, a broken sound, and then he's coming too—thrusting deep and holding there, pulsing inside you as he buries his face in your neck, biting down hard enough to leave a mark.
for a long moment, neither of you move. the only sound is your breathing, ragged and synchronizing slowly. he presses kisses to your shoulder, and to your collarbone softly.
"stay," he whispers against your skin. "don't go back to your room. stay here."
you should. you know you should. this is already too much.
"okay," you hear yourself say.
he pulls out carefully, dealing with the condom before crawling back into bed and pulling you against his chest.
"this doesn't mean anything," you say quietly, even though you don't believe it.
he tilts your chin up, making you meet his eyes. "liar," he says again, but he's smiling. "get some sleep, y/n. we have a return flight tomorrow.
he kisses your forehead and the tip of your nose. you fall asleep with his arms around you, knowing that tomorrow you'll have to face him across the galley, pretending this never happened.
knowing, too, that you'll be back in his bed the moment you land in seoul.
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a/n: i apologize for how long this took to upload. i originally promised it would be up on the 14th, but some family matters came up and took priority. this also isn’t as thoroughly proofread as i’d like because i haven’t had much time, but i hope this is okay and written somewhat well still!
꣑୧ 外園 いろは ⨟ when iroha comes home to find you in tears from the sheer pain you're in, she knows she has to do something to help. ᜊ( ‘ ⩊ ‘𖦹)ᜊ words ⦂ O.3k ⁺໒꒱ིྀ༝ entry contents ⦂ chronically ill reader non-sexual partial nudity reader feels like a burden (っ- ‸ - ς) fluff comfort ᦏ♡᪔ on repeat ⦂ song (՞𓏼ᐢ ᵕ ᐢ𓏼՞)
── ⟡ ˙ dear diary ̟ ⊹ I'm in a flare right now so I thought up this cute lil number, hope you enjoy!
You felt bad for texting her, you really did. She was off working her butt off on choreography or vocals or whatever HYBE had her doing today. There was no doubt she was exhausted and stressed, and then you dumped all your issues onto her.
"Y/N?" Iroha's voice echoed through the small apartment, pulling you away from your downward spiral of thoughts. Her bag she brought to every practice clattered to the ground, the sound of her key-chains knocking against each other sounding out.
"Roha? You came?" you asked, your voice much softer than hers. You heard her slippers padding across the floor as she sped over to where you laid on the bed, covered in blankets and surrounded by heating pads.
"Of course I came, silly," she teased, gently pinching your cheeks, though she let go of the skin when she saw you wince. Iroha pressed the back of her hand against your forehead, checking to make sure your temperature wasn't elevated. As her eyes ran over your figure, she spotted the collar of your work shirt peeking out from beneath the line where the blankets began, and she knew that couldn't be comfortable.
"Let's change you into something nicer," Iroha stated, pulling away from you to head to your shared closet.
"Nicer?" you ask, confusion laced in your voice.
"Like this!" she answers, your favorite pajama set in her hands as she pops out from behind the doors. You let out a soft, pained, giggle as she pulled the blankets off of you, gently prying your clothes from your body.
Once she pulled the comfortable pajamas on your figure and made sure you were warm and comfortable, she laid down next to you for a moment, catching a breath and resting her feet.
"Are you feeling okay? Is there anything else I can do for you?" she asked softly, hand reaching up to gently caress the skin of your cheek.
— soaking, want you drenched. :: 1.500+ words. ..ᝰ.ᐟ
• abstract :: where you and vampire boyfriend, beomgyu, can’t keep your hands off each other, even in the shower.. . ✶
warnings :: (18+) mdni. smut — vampire! 최범규 x afab!reader … shower sex, finger sucking, heavy makeout, mutual masturbation, fingering, spit kink/spitting & swapping, slight biting, overstimulation, mentions of blood, they’re both needy and intensely desperate, use of “daddy” & “mommy” once, they’re both switches, just overall messy ✮⋆˙
sticky note :: listened to like a vampire by tabber ft. so!yoon while writing (especially soyoon’s part). if u ever want to feel the exact mood, def recommend listening!! thank u for reading >.<
fuck.
that’s what you want; your truest desire, since it’s the only word crawling in your blank brain right now, a need that you share with the only other person that ever matters right now.
just laced bodies melting into each other, gliding and flushed together beyond possibilities. engulfing each other’s noises of pleasure, mouths hovering close with no aim of closing. the water trickles down your bodies and faces, the heat and steam suffocating the warmth already lodged between you both. eyes closed, droplets cling onto your eyelashes as you both sway in each other’s hold.
beomgyu pulls you impossibly closer, you arch into his bending frame to please your mind. merge, crawl under his skin. you wonder if he has the same thoughts, the reason behind his sudden desire to devour you. he doesn’t let you go, keeps you close with a tight grip onto your cheeks, thumbing your bottom lip open and pressing against the flat surface of your tongue. it’s quickly replaced with his tongue, a scoring hot fervor as it licks over yours, lips wrapping around your tip when it lulls further out; prompting him to suck more. and more, like he can’t get enough. you can’t do anything as he practically suffocates you with his desire but return it with the same intensity, nails clawing into his biceps as they flex, whining when you feel the slight gaze of his protruding fangs scrape your slippery tongue.
his breathy moans are loud into your mouth from the close proximity, creating a beautiful symphony along with the splashing water falling down from his back. his hands move to grab; to hold, pressing onto the base of your neck, spread fingers easily reaching your collarbones as he presses you back and still chases your lips.
you don’t need to breathe. you don’t want to, you just want to breathe him.
the tiles are cool against your back, causing you to arch and hiss into his plumped lips from sudden change of temperature but you don’t part. beomgyu doesn’t curl his fingers around your neck, just slightly pets over the taut muscles as he sucks onto your bottom lip.
beomgyu’s pretty lips tug, and pull, watching your lip snap back like taffy before he leans back in to hide your echoing whines.
fuck.
his bites are cruel, with intentions of showing nothing but his aching hunger on your skin. never fully puncturing skin but digging in enough to make your nerves crawl. he leaves you raw, letting the water wash away your mixing spit from your chins as he allows his hand to trail along, down from your sternum to the center of you bodies. droplets drip from the ends of his strands and fall right on your cheeks, your makeshift tears as the water showers away your own real salty tears of pleasure.
devour. take. give.
his fingers slip in easily from where they glide, your body leaking it’s own water onto his. he rushes not because he wants to, but because everything within him is screaming to take your pleasure. because he can’t handle not showing you how much he needs you.
and when his fingers curl just right and you couldn’t keep up with his kisses anymore, puffing straight whines onto his slippery lips, and when his entire arm shakes from how hard he’s fucking you with his fingers, only then does he crumble.
only then does beomgyu slap a hand on the wall behind your body and finally rest his forehead on the tile right next to your ear, to focus on the way you’re already clenching around his middle and ring fingers. they’re perfect, thick and long, just enough to suck on after, just enough to curl right into your sweet spot now, with a rhythm that matches the perfection of his skilled hips. he knows your body well enough to know how to move his.
he’s just as shameless as you, mouthing along your trembling shoulder, letting you feel his pointed fangs graze lightly and his plumped lips plush out against your skin as he puffs out hot moans against your tensing, rising shoulder. he can’t help it upon hearing how freely you let out your own sounds, head tipped back onto the tiles and chin digging over his shoulder, arms now fully circling around his neck to keep him close for support. you want to be meld into his entire being, but his fingers pumping rapidly in you is as far as you can get for true connection.
beomgyu wants the same, still gently grazing his teeth against your skin from that ancient, rawly instinctual feeling violently shaking his being everytime he’s this close around your stretched neck, this close to your exposed beating heart. it pounds in his head, makes his canines ache, and he can practically taste your sweet blood on his slicked tongue. there’s a squelching but he doesn’t care whether to differentiate it between your sweetness jostling with the mix with his own cum or the water splatting against the shower floor.
“fuck, gyu, wait—”
said man whines just as helpless as you. no, he cannot wait, why wait? he wants it bad. craves this bad, desire you bad.
he’s shaking his head besides yours, holding you up with just his body pressed flushed against yours when he feels your thighs start trembling against his. they’re pillows around his wrist when they snap close around him, but he keeps plunging deeper, twisting his wrist and slightly shifting his angle to hit dead on the spot.
like water, he feels your slick trickle down the back of his hand and his wrist, making the pump slippery and lot easier. your stomach heaves, trembling against his lean abdomen and his hand clenches into a fist against the wall as he sinks his teeth into your shoulder, hearing your saccharine cry echo into his ear and out of the clouded shower.
he doesn’t stop, he never does.
beomgyu keeps going as all the strength leaves your body with the waves of your release he milks out of you, fixing you even better even through overstimulation.
you don’t breathe, you cannot breathe as he steps even closer, pushing your thighs further apart with his own while he fucks you back up into that building high.
“daddy- i’m… sensiti—”
“one more, mommy. gimme one more.” he huffs when he picks his head up again to invade your blurry vision and take your lips again, eating the sharp cries you involuntarily yelp when he suddenly pops his fingers out to rub tight, quick circles against your clit. he doesn’t care about the water glistening his entire hand, sticky and stringing between his fingers like tiny webs when he plays with your swollen bud of sensitive nerves. he doesn’t care about how the overhead spray of water trickles past his shoulders and down both your bodies, washing away all the slimy arousal between you both.
you fear you’d actually slip and fall from how weak you were.
he fucking flinches when he feels you suddenly wrap a hot palm around his throbbing cock though, immediately pulling away to look down between your blushing figures, to look at how your hand struggles to wrap entirely around his thickness.
and before you could tug one more weak stroke around him with just water as your friction, he sucks into your mouth again, taking all the excess saliva you had left on your tongue and slipping down your chin with purpose. that purpose being to spit it onto his own cock twitching in your hand, feel it plop thick and heavy on his cum-pearled head and watch as your hand glides over it right after, smearing it with your strokes as if the water wasn’t going to wash it away anyways.
his groan shutters from his chest. it was hard for you to focus when he continues to roll your clit between his fingers, now getting fueled even harder by your pumping hand around his cock. he’s pretty underneath the water, pisces man.
“fuck,” he breathes the curse word as he leans back into the wall and glides his hand back down swiftly to sink back into your heated mess. you’re still clenching with aftershocks and the sudden intrusion again, fingers aimlessly pumping before popping back out again. he whines when you flick your wrist and thumb at his drooling slit, whining harder when he brings his hand between your bodies and up to his mouth, and sucks onto his soiled fingers with audible squelches. a mess.
“mmphhh, baby..” he curls into your frame to rest his forehead against the cool tile, keeping his gaze on your hand while your other grips tightly around his crown of sopping wet hair. his fingers slip out, then nudge against your lips, which you open instinctively, sucking on his leftover drool on them while your hand speeds up on his cock. focused.
taste, devour. soaked, drenched.
that’s when he quivers, the feeling of you wrapped around his body, his fingers, his cock. he can’t stand it, getting lost in the feeling of you taking his body, head tilting slightly back as his lips gently skim over the tile wall from the motion. his eyes were fluttered shut, eyebrows furrowing as water trickles down the top of his head, down the front of his face, dripping off the curl of his bottom lip and tipped chin.
his fingers sink deeper into your mouth and you hollow your cheeks, feeling his cock twitch more violently in response, hearing him puff out higher moans against the wall that skims the tip of his nose.
“oh, oohh, fuck- fuck me..” he whimpers, pressing his fully body weight onto yours, trapping you in.
and it’s until he feels you gently graze your thumbnail over his slit and your teeth digging over his knuckles, his twitching hips spasm, buckling with a loud whine as his thick load spurts into your hand and onto your abdomens between your heaving bodies.
a silly continuation of "pretty privilege", but can be read as a stand-alone.
"showing off your incredibly hot and sexy boyfriend is fun until you realize that others also want your incredibly hot and sexy boyfriend. the mere thought of it is enough to make you murderous."
taehyun x fem! reader
Genre: established relationship, fluff, smut, pwp
Word count: 2.2K
warnings: not proof read im sorry, dare i say the softest switch x switch… mc kinda doms for two seconds before it switches to soft dom!tyun x sub! mc, dry humping, raw sex, pet names (honey, love, baby, etc), hair pulling, scratching, breast play, creampie, mc is possessive it's kinda scary, but tyun matches her freak so it's ok, extreme fluff ahead they're so in love and it hit me like a bag of bricks,, i didn't see it coming (lmk if i should add anything!)
notes: another one thank you
posting taehyun was the best and worst thing you've ever done— you always knew your boyfriend was hot, itching to show him off to the world, but you never expected other's to be so… vocal about the shared sentiment.
"baby," taehyun's voice has managed to become distant, biting your nails as you scroll through the comments section of your newest video— it was a transition video you took during your trip to the beach, an attempt to show off your newest bathing suit and the pretty dress you got for the day out; instead, you're scrolling through endless comments yelling and drooling about your boyfriend— the reaction pictures, the emojis, the 'can you fight?' comments— it's all enough to bring your blood to a boil, your teeth grinding down against your acrylic nails.
"honey," taehyun's hand comes up to snag your nail from your teeth— you look up to find equal parts amusement and concern on his face, "stop it, you're gonna bite the charms off."
even during times like these, where you feel you might just rip someone's head off from the sheer frustration you feel, taehyun still manages to make your heart skip a beat; of course, you shouldn't ruin your fresh set, much less the one he paid for— he's holding your hand so gently, running his thumb across your knuckles as he examines your face marred with stress.
"what's wrong love?" his eyes flicker to the phone you're holding with an iron-clad grip, "did someone send you a weird message?"
at the reminder of your problem, your eyes flicker down to the comments section you've yet to click away from— and your eyes catch onto a certain comment that reads "guys… i found his @ >_<", unable to stop yourself from checking the replies that all beg and scream for taehyun's handle to be revealed— you think you feel your eye twitching as your gaze snaps back to your boyfriend.
you knew he looked incredible when you were filming those videos. it's why you posted them in the first place! his honey skin positively glowed under the sun, his eyes shining cutely and his dimple popping out when you had him follow along with your silly transitions— the tight tee he wore all day that outlined his body perfectly and revealed a bit of his stomach when he raised his arms was definitely eye catching, not to mention the small portion you included of you two jumping into the water, with him shirtless; muscles on display, his long necklace hanging behind his back as the picked you up before dumping the two of you in, turning around and flashing the camera a perfect shot of his broad back— fuck, your teeth are grinding together at the mere realization that there are other's who are drooling over him, even going as far as searching for his personal account…
taehyun is beginning to feel more concerned the longer you stare at him like you might just kill someone; what was meant to be a quiet unwinding before bed has turned into trying to defuse the ticking bomb you've become, your jaw clenching as your eyes begin to trail along taehyun's body— he gulps, watching the way your eyes trace over every last detail, your gaze darkening at what you see.
it all changes in the blink of an eye; you're tossing your phone on the bedside table, crossing your arms against your chest and slumping back into the pillows with a deep pout; though you pretend to watch the documentary taehyun put on, he can tell you're not taking in a single thing.
"baby," he's scooting close to you, sitting up on his forearm as he hovers over you, "what's wrong?"
you frown. "how's your instagram doing?"
"huh? it's fine," you glance at him from the corner of your eyes, and he raises a brow, "i had to private it. i was getting a bunch of random followers."
you slap your hands on your face, letting out a deep groan— fuck. you knew it!
"people are so fucking weird," you grit out, your mood worsening by the second— taehyun merely looms over you, his bright eyes clouding with worry, lips jutting out into a pout— he looks so cute, it's pissing you off. "drooling all over you as if your girlfriend isn't right fucking there."
taehyun tries hard to suppress the small smile that pulls at his lips— he really does— but it's impossible when he watches the way you melt deeper into the bed like a kicked puppy.
"is that what this is all about?" there's a teasing lilt in his voice that make you send him a sharp glare, "you gettin' jealous, baby?"
your frown deepens, and you sit up, "is this funny to you?"
"no, it's cute," he smiles up at you, "'cause now you know how i feel."
"no, no this— this is different," taehyun has failed to defuse you, but he doesn't seem to care much as he watches you rant with a fond glint in his eyes. "when people approach me, i tell them about you— i only think about you, tyun. but online, it's like— i can't control what these freaks are saying about you!"
you sneer, biting at your thumb nail again, "they know you're mine, but they don't care. they actually think they have a chance."
you're off in a world of your own— jealousy is rampant in your gaze that falls onto taehyun, shifting to straddle him while he lays back in bed, his hands coming to rest on your hips.
"you're all mine, right?"
"of course my love," he purrs out.
"it's just not fair," you pout, your hips gaining a mind of your own— you just can't help yourself. not when taehyun is staring up at you with those soft, hopeless eyes, shining with admiration as he presses his hips against yours. not when you can feel his thick length getting harder the more you rub your cunt against him, wearing nothing but his shirt and thin panties that begin to stick to your folds, "i can't stand the way they talk about you."
leaning down, you put your hands against taehyun's chest for support— a particularly firm press against his cock has his brows furrowing, groaning softly as he watches the way your hips more. "yeah? like— like what?"
"like they wanna eat you up," he's fully hard against you, and you're shifting so you can grind your clit against the tip of his cock, "like they see what i see."
"as if they could ever get your hands on you," scoffing, you're haste to pull your boyfriend's cock out, pushing your panties to the side and teasing his leaking tip along your entrance— his fingers dig into your hips, teeth gritting together at the way you leak onto him— your walls flutter at the sudden stretch as you sink down onto him, your sharp eyes taking in the way he falls apart beneath you.
pushing his shirt up, you're raking your nails down his chest just to watch the way a blushed trail of lines appear on his skin— his stomach clenches, flinching when you grip his waist and begin to move on his cock, bouncing your hips and picking up a harsh rhythm that fills the room with sounds of skin slapping against skin; the more you watch your boyfriend struggle to keep up with you, mouth falling open and pretty moans falling from his lips, the more you can feel yourself get worked up.
"y-y'know, i get so many comments on our posts together— saying we're not gonna last," you grit out, angling your hips so his cock can brush perfectly against your walls, clenching down on his thick length, "they act as if you'd actually— f..fucking leave me for them."
"i'd never," taehyun pants out, his eyes rolling back as you slam down on him, "i… only have eyes for you, baby."
"yeah?" you whine, thighs burning as you continue to bounce on your boyfriend's cock, your hips stuttering as he rubs circles on your clit, "i just— i want everyone to know you're n-not… not going anywhere…"
"want them to know i'm all yours?" he's sitting up, adjusting your position so he can meet you halfway, thrusting up into you— he's leaving haste kisses all along your neck, pushing up your shirt until he can kiss along your chest, sucking your nipples and swirling his tongue along the sensitive buds; you're nodding frantically, weaving your fingers into his hair to pull him closer, until your bodies are flush together.
he's trailing back up along your neck, sucking softly at the sensitive spots on your neck before leaving a gentle kiss on your jawline, his lips lingering there, "maybe i should just be your husband then?"
it feels like someone has sent an electric current up your spine— the word husband has you shivering, clenching down on taehyun as your fingers pull tighter at his hair; he moans at your reaction, nipping at your skin and thrusting up into you harder.
"f-fuck, please," you cry out, his lips continuing to suck and kiss at your neck, wandering back down to your breasts— you can feel the pleasure building up, threatening to crash at any moment, "want you to be— fuck!— mine, just mine!"
"i've always been yours," he murmurs against your skin, "and i can be yours forever."
"yes, yes, please—" your heart pounds at the mere thought: taehyun, yours. forever. "i'm gonna cum, fuck, tyunie, oh my god—"
you've lost control of your body, and taehyun is more than happy to step in, his grip on your waist bruising as he guides your body up and down his cock, slamming your hips all the way down to the base. when he feels your walls fluttering around him and your body tense, he reaches to rub tight circles on your clit, placing a soft kiss just under your ear.
"my cute little wife just feels so good, hmm?" the words roll off his tongue and are sweet like honey, your brain short circuiting as you nod, "cum on my cock, pretty."
your body is tuned to his every command, your climax hitting you full force— your cunt flutters around his length, the overwhelming pleasure making you scramble to hold onto something— instead, you drag your nails down taehyun's back, the points of your acrylics digging into his skin and drawing out a long groan from taehyun, setting off his own orgasm; he holds you down against him, rolling his hips up into you as the two of you ride it out, the room silent save for your pants and soft whimpers from the sensitivity.
his body is firm, warm against yours; you can feel his lips tracing along your skin, peppering gentle kisses along your jawline, his hands smoothing up and down your waist; you pull back to get a good look at him, his eyes fluttering up to meet your gaze and a small smile tugging at his lips.
"hey," you say softly, brushing back his bangs; he hums, leaning into your touch, "did you really mean what you said?"
"of course i did," his voice quiets, seemingly flustered— he avoids your gaze as he continues. "you're someone i want to spend the rest of my life with."
"i've thought of this before," he confesses, looking back up to find your dumbfounded expression, "have you?"
"i— i have," you breathe out, your pulse racing— there's this charged feeling the rest of the night as you begin to talk about it more seriously, in thorough details; you settle into taehyun's arms with a restless heart, the only thing racing in your mind being the prospect of truly having taehyun be all yours.
♡♡♡
the day after, you sulk when you check taehyun's account, finding his follower count has quadrupled— no, you tell yourself, it's fine, you shouldn't be so worked up over this. when you go to tap on his story upload by instinct, any insecurity and worry washes away instantly— lo and behold, taehyun has posted a picture of him on duty— but… when you take a closer look, you find the pendant of his chain hanging low on his back, brushing against familiar red lines that span along his honey skin, highlighted just enough by the setting sun. you feel like someone has knocked the air out from your lungs, texting your boyfriend— soon to be fiance— with frantic fingers.
get home now.
i need you.
your response comes back instantly.
yes ma'am.
be there soon.
taehyun is bursting through the door fifteen minutes later— by the time you're done with him, you've left marks from beneath his ear to his pelvis, a particularly deliberate mark left on his chest in the shape of a heart; he allows you to rest on top of him as he lays back, wincing whenever he shifts— when you pout and apologize for scratching him so hard, he shakes his head, brushing back your hair with a fond smile.
"don't be sorry, love," he murmurs, "y'gotta show everyone who i belong to, right?"
his words are enough to get you going again.
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