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In Summary
Flirting Rule #1 - Make him realize you're flirting. As the favorite pupil of the extraordinarily handsome Professor Myung (he forced you to call him that), you are more than willing to do whatever it takes to win over the neighborhood's handsome orange cat. Even with Woonhak's disastrous example as a giant cautionary tale. The only massive obstacle is Park Sunghoâyour childhood best friend who shows zero signs of seeing you as anything more than a bro...
* 4K wc.
a/n: a little longer than I expected đ đ
The golden rule of flirting: 'Make sure he knows you're flirting!'
You knew this line by heart because 'Jaehyun'âor 'Professor Myung' from House 102âhad been brainwashing you with it all week.
Your target is Park Sungho (House 501), your childhood best friend. The massive problem? The guy is oblivious. As Professor Myungâs favorite (and most desperate) student, you were ready to bust out every strategy in his playbook to turn this orange cat into your boyfriend.
Operation 1: Create a Situation and Build Comfort
Theory: Don't wait for destiny. Create the moment!
This part was a piece of cake. You and Sungho were practically each other's safe spaces. Growing up, whenever you looked beside you, he was always there.
...But maybe he was a little too comfortable? You thought to yourself, taking a deep breath to boost your confidence as you stared at his broad back. He was standing in front of your sink at House 606, drying his hands with a towel after you frantically called him over to fix a leaky faucet this morning.
His white t-shirt was completely soaked, clinging to his skin. The soaked shirt left very little to the imagination.
You didnât mean to stareâbut seriously, how were you supposed to not?
"Sh-should you go change?"
"Huh? Why?"
Because youâre practically naked!! Arenât you freezing?! (You only screamed this in your head, too scared to look suspicious.)
"Oh, do you think I need to? It'll dry eventually. I'm too lazy to walk back home and change."
Heâs hardworking about literally everything else, but this is where he draws the line? By the time that shirt dried, youâd probably combust from blushing! You were losing your mind!
"Besides, we already ordered lunch. We can eat when it gets here, and then I'll head back to change before coming over again."
"Wow, well, I'm terrified you're going to freeze to death. Let me go grab one of my dad's shirts for you!"
You didnât give him a chance to argue before sprinting upstairs to grab a shirt.
Whatever! This rule was way too hard. Can we sub the player out? Or at least call a timeout, Professor?!
Operation 2: Heart-Fluttering Close Contact
Theory: Nothing conveys your feelings better than smooth, subtle skinship! Wait for a moment when his guard is down and focus on taking care of him. Guaranteed to make him blush!
You took a breather, typing a quick SOS message to your 'support team' (who knows when they'd actually read your dying message, but sending it made you feel better). Then, you went back to frantically digging through your dad's closet until you pulled out the safest option: an oversized gray crewneck t-shirt.
Deep breath... remember, you are the disciple of Professor Myung! A guy in a wet shirt isn't going to ruin this plan!
You stomped loudly down the stairs (to warn him you were coming and to hype yourself up). But as you peeked into the kitchen, the remaining shreds of your sanity instantly vanished.
Park Sungho had taken off the soaking wet shirt. He was leaning against the kitchen counter, completely shirtless. Drops of water trailed down his broad shoulders and his perfectly toned absâthe result of his consistent workouts.
Oh my god! Which one of Jaehyun's rules covers this scenario?! NONE OF THEM!
"Why are you spacing out over there? Give me the shirt," Sungho frowned, walking over and casually snatching the shirt from your hands. "If you take any longer, I really will catch a cold."
"W-well, why did you take your shirt off?!" You yelled, trying to cover up the heat rushing to your cheeks and ears.
Sungho threw on your dad's oversized shirt. It was so loose that the collar slipped, fully exposing his collarbones and shoulders. He shrugged. "You were the one who said you were scared I'd freeze to death. Was I supposed to stand around in a wet shirt? Your logic is so weird."
Ding-dong!
The doorbell rang, perfectly interrupting the nerve-wracking standoff.
Sungho nodded toward the door. "I'll wipe the table."
You bolted to the door. Thank god for delivery food!
You and Sungho sat side-by-side at the dining table with a massive spread of Jajangmyeon and Tangsuyuk in front of you. As he happily stuffed noodles into his mouth, you spotted itâa smudge of black bean sauce.
Golden opportunity unlocked.
What makes a heart race faster than close, intimate contact?!
You reached for a tissue and slowly leaned in. "Sungho-ah..."
Your voice was so dripping with sweetness that Sungho actually stopped chewing. He looked up at you, blinking, his cheeks still stuffed with noodles.
"You've got sauce on your mouth... Let me wipe it for you."
As you slowly moved the tissue toward his lips... cue the romantic pink filter and sparkles floating in the air...
Just a slight blush or a hint of shyness, and I'll know this is working!
...But it didn't play out like that.
Sungho didn't pull away, nor did he lean in closer. He just sat there perfectly still, turning his face toward you and peacefully closing his eyes, letting you wipe his mouth without any resistance. His handsome, flawless face, his long eyelashes, his slightly puckered red lips... Damn it! Instead of him, YOU were the one whose ears were burning!
"Is it all off? I want to keep eating."
You jumped as his clear, glass-like eyes suddenly snapped open. His deep voice snapped you back to reality, and you violently yanked your hand back as if you had touched boiling water. You practically threw the tissue across the table, acting so flustered that Sungho just looked bewildered.
"Y-yeah, it's off! Keep eating!" You stuttered, aggressively shoving noodles into your own mouth to avoid eye contact.
Sungho didn't say anything else. He just chuckled softly in his throat and casually popped a piece of sweet and sour pork into his mouth.
[HLFC Task Force (Help Y/N to learn how to flirt correctly)]
You aggressively bit into your popsicle, looking so utterly miserable that anyone walking by would shake their head in pity. Your sneakers kicked at the dirt, slowly swinging the swing set.
"What's wrong with Y/N, hyung?" Woonhak whispered, looking panicked as he hid behind Taesan. Taesan was looking at you with equal pity after you glared at them and took another savage bite out of your ice cream, as if the popsicle had personally insulted you.
"Why don't you answer him? I'd like to know too," Taesan gestured toward you. Woonhak frantically tugged at Taesan's sleeve, terrified that the next thing you'd bite off out of anger would be his ear instead of the popsicle.
You scoffed, turning your head away and swinging harder. Leehan, who was leaning against the bright yellow slide, finally looked up from his phone. Next to you, Jaehyun was also on a swing, arms crossed, still texting someone and ignoring the world.
"Am I completely hopeless...?"
Your pathetic, lonely tone made the guys raise their eyebrows.
"...It feels like I'm the only one harboring a crush here."
"You said you were 'flirting.' How many days has it even been?" Taesan asked, stuffing the last bite of his ice cream into his mouth and wiping his hands on Woonhak's shirt.
"It's been a whole month!!"
"Well, if you're following Jaehyun's methods, it's obviously going to fail," Leehan chimed in, chuckling. His comment offered exactly zero comfort.
"Don't laugh at me!" You snapped, feeling completely isolated. Jaehyun was still glued to his phone (probably texting that same neighbor of Woonhak's). You had absolutely no allies!
You let out a long, frustrated groan, aggressively ruffling your own hair until it was an absolute bird's nest. Jaehyun, who had been half-listening the whole time, finally looked up.
"Uggggh! I'm going crazy! My heart is beating so fast it feels like it's going to pop out and dance a tango! How can he just sit there with that blank, sick-cat expression?! Am I just completely devoid of charm?! It's not like he's my first love or anything..." You ranted until you were out of breath, dramatically slumping against the swing's chains. "...But the worst part is, no matter how frustrating he is, I still like him. What am I supposed to do?"
Woonhak and Taesan exchanged looks, shaking their heads in unison.
"You guys are so inexperienced..."
A long, dramatic sigh came from the swing next to yours. Jaehyun shoved his phone into his pocket and stood up to his full height. He crossed his arms and put on a serious face, acting like a legendary love guru descending from the mountains.
"The reason it failed spectacularly isn't because my theories are wrong, Y/N," Jaehyun wagged his index finger. "It's because you're the one doing all the chasing! Guys, when they realize they have someone securely in their pocket, they get complacent and act like lazy cats!"
"So what do you want me to do?! Backflip into his DMs?!" You fired back.
"Patience, young grasshopper..." Jaehyun smirked, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Since proximity isn't making his heart race, we need to play hardball! It's time to bust out Professor Myung's Rule #3... 'Yanking the Cat's Whiskers: The Jealousy Test!'"
"Jealousy?" You, Taesan, Woonhak (and Leehan, who looked up again) echoed in unison.
"Exactly!" Jaehyun snapped his fingers, walking over to slap the shoulder of a very bored-looking Taesan. "Taesan-ah... today, you're going to be her bait."
"Wait, what?! Why me?!" Taesan's eyes widened, immediately trying to shake Jaehyun off. "Hell no! If Sungho-hyung finds out, he'll snap my neck!"
"Come on, you and sungho are both cats, it'll work perfectly! Plus, you guys are next-door neighbors, it's not a big deal." Jaehyun put him in a chokehold so he couldn't escape, then turned to you with absolute seriousness. "Listen to me, Y/N. Tomorrow, when Sungho comes over to your place for a movie, bring Taesan along. When Sungho walks in, act super close to Taesan. Actually, no! Link arms with Taesan right in front of him!"
"Link arms?!" Your jaw dropped.
"Yes! No matter how stubborn or clueless a guy is, seeing his best friend linking arms with another dude will send his territorial instincts through the roof! Heâll get jealous. Simple as that. Like... 'Who the hell is this guy?!' "
Jaehyun did a terrible impression of Sungho's deep voice, acting out the scenario with way too much passion.
"Is this actually going to work, Jaehyun-hyung...?" Woonhak asked weakly, looking between you and Taesan, who looked like he wanted the ground to swallow him whole.
"You're dealing with Professor Myung here! Trust the process, Y/N!" Jaehyun winked. "Show that orange cat that if he keeps dragging his feet... competition is ready to snatch you up anytime!"
You swallowed hard, looking at Taesan, who let out a defeated sigh and accepted his fate... Screw it! We've come this far. If I get an F grade again, so be it!
Operation 3: Yanking the Cat's Whiskers (The Jealousy Test)
Theory: Trigger his possessive instincts by linking arms with another guy right in front of him! Any guy will lose their mind!
Saturday afternoon, House 606 Living Room.
Taesan was sitting rigidly on your sofa, looking like an inmate on death row. His hands were shaking as he gripped his plastic cup so hard it was almost crushed. Meanwhile, you stood by the front door, taking deep breaths to psych yourself up.
"I'm going to Riwoo-hyung's house at 6. After that, you're on your own."
"Wait, Riwoo's house, or his neighbor's house?"
"Shut uâ"
Ding-dong!
The doorbell of destiny rang, cutting off your bickering. You signaled to Taesan. He flinched visibly before dragging his feet to stand next to you, looking like a dead fish.
You opened the door, immediately pasting on a sickeningly sweet smile when you saw Park Sungho standing there, his hands full of popcorn and snacks.
"Oh, you're here!" You greeted him cheerfully, ready to execute Professor Myung's ultimate master plan.
You reached out and firmly linked arms with Taesan, intentionally pressing close to him until Taesan held his breath, gritting his teeth (you were cringing internally too, damn it). "Taesan dropped by to play games, so I figured we'd all watch the movie together. Are you cool with that, Sungho?"
Alright! Do it! Furrow your brows! Yell at him and ask what he's doing here!
You stared at the orange cat, unblinking, analyzing his every micro-expression. Sungho paused for a second, his dark eyes dropping to your hands wrapped around Taesan's arm.
Silence hung in the air for three agonizing seconds...
Before Sungho looked up and gave you a bright, eye-crinkling smile.
"Oh, Taesan-ah! Awesome, I bought extra popcorn anyway," Sungho breezed right past the two of you into the house, completely unbothered. He turned back and gave you a wink. "It'll be fun having our little brother here for movie night, bro. Let me go pour the snacks into a bowl. You guys pick the movie!"
...Huh?
Little brother? Bro? BRO, MY FOOT!
What happened to the possessive instincts?! The guy casually whistled as he walked into the kitchen, leaving you standing there with your jaw on the floor, while Taesan let out a massive sigh of relief like he had just survived a war zone.
What kind of garbage theory was that, Professor Myung?! Not only was he NOT jealous, he acted like a gracious host welcoming his little brother! So frustrating! Absolutely infuriating!
Status: Grade F! (Failed so hard you wanted to cry!)
You collapsed onto the sofa next to Taesan, completely drained, and aggressively pulled out your phone to rage-text.
[Group Chat: HLFC (Help Y/N to learn how to flirt correctly)]
@.Prof.Myung_(scammer) Your plan is absolute trash! :y/n
Emo_Cat: I almost died for nothing. Sungho-hyung invited me to watch the movie and casually called her 'bro'.
I'm losing my mind! What possessive instincts?! He doesn't have a single one! :y/n
SnowKid: Y/N-noona, just give up. I think Sungho-hyung sees you as a blood-sworn brother at this point ă ă
Prof.Myung_(scammer): Calm down, my disciple! Don't give up yet! It's just the defense mechanism of a stubborn guy!
Prof.Myung_(scammer): You're about to watch a movie, right? Turn off the lights! Golden opportunity!
Prof.Myung_(scammer): If jealousy didn't work, we revert to 'Close-Range Heart Flutters'!
Prof.Myung_(scammer): What's more heart-racing than physical intimacy in a romantic atmosphere?!
Operation 4: Romance in the Dark (The Sleepy Head Drop)
Theory: A dimly lit room during a movie is the epicenter of romance. Pretend to be sleepy and drop your head onto his shoulder! When he looks at you, gaze up into his eyes. The mood will be perfect for closing the distance... even a stone statue's heart would flutter!
The lights went off. Sungho sat between you and Taesan, glued to the movie. Meanwhile, you and Taesan were secretly exchanging signals behind his head.
Taesan nodded, giving you a thumbs-up (while looking like he desperately wanted to go home).
Alright... you took a deep breath, acting like you were nodding off. You swayed your head a couple of times to make it look natural, before taking the plunge... dropping your head heavily onto Sungho's broad shoulder!
Sungho's hand stopped midway to the popcorn bowl.
His body tensed up slightly... It's working!
According to Professor Myung's theory, this is the part where he looks down at you, startled but flustered, and you gaze up at him with doe eyes.
You slowly tilted your chin up, looking into his eyes in the dim light, blinking innocently in what you hoped was the cutest way possible...
Sungho looked down at you... his thick eyebrows slightly furrowed.
"Sleepy?" his deep voice whispered.
You didn't answer, just nodded slightly, rubbing your cheek against his shoulder affectionately.
Sungho let out a soft sigh, before reaching up and... pushing your head away!
"If you're sleepy, go sleep upstairs in your bed. You're going to hurt your neck sleeping here..." He muttered, pointing at the TV screen. "Oh, and... your head is blocking the subtitles, bro. Move a bit. The main character is about to die, I can't see."
...
I don't know if the main character on screen is dying, but I am definitely dying inside right now!!
You bolted upright, sitting stiff as a board, and glared at Taesan, who was currently covering his mouth, shoulders shaking violently as he tried not to burst into laughter. Meanwhile, the culprit who just shoved your head away went back to chewing his popcorn, entirely engrossed in the movie!
What romance?! No tragic movie could ever be as sad as my love life right now! I'm so annoyed!!
Status: Grade F! (Negative points! Is it too late to move to a new neighborhood?!)
Back at the HLFC playground headquarters. Today, one member was missing (Myung Jaehyun was MIA, probably with that neighbor of Woonhak's, which was fine because you were absolutely furious with him anyway).
You lay flat on the yellow slide, dead inside. "My dignity is gone. I rested my head on his shoulder, and he pushed me away for blocking the subtitles."
Taesan, who was sipping from a juice box on the swing, practically choked. He tried to hold in his laughter until his face turned red, while Woonhak walked over and patted the edge of the slide with extreme pity.
"Aw, Y/N-noona... Maybe Sungho-hyung was just a little too invested in the movie."
"A little?! He shoved my head away like I was a boulder!" You bolted upright, crossing your legs and sighing heavily. "That's it, I'm exhausted... those stupid theories are completely useless. Should I just give up and go back to being his 'bro'?"
"Speaking of weird..." Taesan pointedly ignored your tragic love life and squinted at Leehan. "Why is Leehan glued to his phone again? Who are you texting? Youâre smiling like a creep."
Leehan quickly locked his screen, clearing his throat. He looked at you, entirely ignoring Taesan's accusation. "Y/N... before you cry, let me ask: does Sungho-hyung even know you're hitting on him?"
Leehan's calm question made the playground fall completely silent.
"Huh? What do you mean... I followed every single step Jaehyun told me to..."
"Jaehyun-hyung's theories..." Leehan shrugged, a knowing smile on his lips. "Even he fails his own tests. You can do all that stuff, but if the other person doesn't even realize you're flirting, you end up sitting here like a sad puppy."
You froze. Your brain frantically tried to process Leehan's words.
"So, the methods you've been using for the past month..." Leehan tilted his head. "Are you absolutely sure Sungho-hyung knows you were 'making a move' and not just being a 'best friend' looking out for him?"
"So what am I supposed to do?! When I'm subtle, he's oblivious. When I'm direct, he tells me I'm blocking the TV!"
"Throw Jaehyun's trash theories away," Leehan said seriously. "Stop acting like a 'bro' and just tell him straight up."
Operation 5 (The Final One! If this fails, I'm done!): Throw the theories away and follow your heart!
Theory: No theories! When the mood is right, look him in the eyes and confess straight up!
11:45 PM. House 606 Living Room.
A light drizzle outside made the dimly lit living room feel even more intimate. Sungho was sitting cross-legged on the rug in front of the sofa, his broad back leaning against the cushion. He was mashing the buttons on his game controller, his eyes glued to the racing game on the TV.
You were sitting beside him with your knees pulled up... barely an inch away.
The sound of rain against the window competed with your heart, which was beating so hard your chest hurt. Leehan's words echoed in your head: 'Stop beating around the bush. Stop acting like a bro... Look him in the eyes.'
Alright! If I'm going to lose my best friend today, I might as well get it over with!
You took a deep breath, reached out, and snatched the controller right out of his large hands with a straight face.
"Hey! It's the final lap, give that back!" Sungho yelled, whipping his head around to look at you, deeply annoyed, his brows furrowed. "What kind of prank is this, Y/N?! My car just drove off the track!"
Instead of bickering back like you normally would, you set the controller down on the glass table and shifted closer to him... closer... until your knees were practically touching his thighs.
Sungho paused, noticing your serious expression. "What's wrong? Are you hungry? Or is the AC too cold again?"
"Park Sungho," you called his full name in a steady, yet slightly trembling voice.
"What," he replied, his deep voice softening when he realized you weren't joking around.
You stared deep into his dark eyes, not looking away, not making excuses. "Are you playing dumb, or are you actually just an idiot?"
Sungho raised an eyebrow. "Why are you insulting me? What did I do wrong this time?"
"For the past month..." You leaned in a little closer, until you could feel the body heat radiating off him. The scent of his fabric softener mixed with his natural scent almost made you lose your mind, but you pushed through. "Me taking care of you, wiping your mouth, resting my head on your shoulder... did you seriously think I was doing all that because I saw you as a 'bro'?"
Silence instantly fell over the room. The racing game blared in the background, but neither of you paid it any attention.
Sungho froze. Those dark eyes that used to look at you with fond annoyance slowly shifted... they flickered, grew confused, and then widened slightly, as if the puzzle pieces in his head were finally clicking together.
"What... do you mean?" His voice dropped to a whisper, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed.
"I mean..." You gathered your absolute last ounce of courage, raising your trembling hand to press it flat against his left chest. Through his black t-shirt, you could feel his heartbeat... it was pounding just as fast and erratic as yours.
"I've been hitting on you, Sungho-ah... I like you. More than just a friend."
As soon as the confession left your lips, it felt like all the oxygen was sucked out of the room.
You squeezed your eyes shut, bracing for a rejection or an awkward laugh...
But instead... Park Sungho's large, incredibly warm hand reached up and covered yours, pressing it firmly against his chest.
You opened your eyes.
And that was the exact moment you realized... awakening the 'possessive instincts' of this orange cat... was a hundred times more dangerous than Jaehyun had ever warned you about!
Sungho's gaze had completely transformed. He no longer looked like your reliable best friend, the grumpy guy next door, or your 'bro'. Those sharp, dark eyes were fixed on you with an intensity that made your stomach do backflips. It was deep, fierce, and... overflowing with a desire he had clearly been suppressing for a very long time.
"Do you have any idea..." Sungho said, his voice dropping an octave deeper than usual, the raspy tone sending shivers down your spine. "...what you just said?"
"I-I know," you tried to keep your voice steady, but as he leaned in closer... so close your noses were almost touching, you forgot how to breathe.
"What if I never saw you as just a friend either...?" He squeezed your hand tighter against his chest, letting you feel exactly how crazy his heart was beating. "What if I stopped wanting to be just your childhood friend a long time ago?"
Your eyes widened. "You..."
"When I pushed your head away during the movie..." Sungho's free hand slowly came up to cup your chin. His thumb gently brushed against your lower lip, making you subconsciously part your lips at the touch. "...It was because if I let you stay there, I wouldn't have been able to stop myself from kissing you right then and there. And then you would have hated me for crossing the line."
Your face felt like it was on fire, blood rushing to your ears until they rang!
Park Sungho! You absolute madman! So he wasn't clueless this whole time, he was actively holding himself back from devouring you!
"And... what about now...?" You asked faintly, your eyes helplessly dropping to his incredibly red lips.
Sungho chuckled low in his throatâa laugh so sexy it made your heart stutter. He tilted his head down until you could feel his warm breath ghosting over your nose. He stared openly at your lips... the boundary of 'friendship' completely obliterated.
"Well, you opened the door for me this time, Y/N..."
He leaned in until your lips were a breath apart. His deep, husky whisper vibrated against your mouth.
"You better brace yourself... because I'm never going back to being your friend again."
[Final Operation Debriefing]
Professor Myung's Theories: Throw them straight into the dumpster!
Status: Grade A+! (Accompanied by a new 'talking stage' status that is extremely hazardous to your heart health!)
Summary: After days of being apart, Sungho finally gets a moment to see youâand it quickly becomes clear that hearing your voice was never going to be enough.
Itâs not like him.
Thatâs the first thing you notice.
Because Sungho isnât usually like this.
Itâs been days since you last saw each other. Not because you didnât want to, but because you couldnât. His comeback is getting closer and his schedule doesnât leave room for anything but work, rehearsals, recordings. You still talk, through messages, short calls when he can, sometimes late, sometimes with his voice lower than usual.
Tired.
But still there.
And even then⊠itâs not the same.
You notice it in the way he replies a little slower sometimes, in the quiet sighs before he hangs up, in the way he lingers for a few seconds longer like he doesnât want the call to end.
So when he texts you that he has a few free hours and asks if you can come over to his apartment, you donât hesitate much.
When you arrive, everything feels normal.
The door barely opens enough for you to step in, and heâs already there, looking at you like heâs been waiting for that exact moment.
You donât even get the chance to say anything.
Not even a greeting.
His hand moves first, catching your waist and pulling you in, and in the same motion his lips are on yours.
It catches you off guard.
Not because of the kiss itself, but because of how he does it.
Sungho isnât usually like this.
Your hands end up resting against his chest on instinct, but you donât push him away. You just stay there, trying to follow his pace while he kisses you like he hasnât had enough of you in days.
His other hand comes up to your neck, holding you a little more firmly than usual, tilting your face just enough to deepen the kiss without rushing, without softening it either.
When he pulls back, itâs only to breathe, and he doesnât go far. His forehead brushes against yours for a second before he lowers slightly toward your neck, like heâs been missing that too.
âI missed you,â
he murmurs against your skin.
His lips return to your neck, slower now, more deliberate, while his hands donât stay still, one steady at your waist, the other sliding a little lower, pulling you closer against him like he doesnât want any space left between you.
Your breathing shifts, and he notices it in the way he pauses just enough to look at you. His expression is still calm, but thereâs something else in his eyes now, something less controlled than usual.
âIt wasnât enough just hearing you,â
he adds, quieter.
His thumb brushes lightly against your waist, almost absentmindedly, but it doesnât leave.
âI wanted this.â
And when he kisses you again, he doesnât hesitate.
Like heâs been waiting for this moment for days⊠and now he doesnât want to let go of you so easily.
GOOD MORNING, WOKE UP TO GUNIL (offically) COVERING DAY 1 AFTER FOREVER AND GWANGIL COVERED LAST NIGHT ON EARTH???? TODAY IS GOING TO BE A GOOD DAY đ
a/n: first fic being back and im pretty hyped for it :) hope you all enjoy it <3
fic: artist!bff!minghao x muse!reader
word count: 1512
genre: kinda fluffy at the start, mostly smut.
warnings: p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it up.), minghao has a big dick, implied squirting, minghao calls reader baby, lots of teasing(g+r), uhm i think that's it idk
youâve known minghao for as long as you could remember. walking to school turning into driving to it, hanging out 5 out of the 7 days of the week, sharing same hobbies. you did everything together and as you got into college, that didnât change one bit. you decided to go to the same uni; you majored in ___ and he majored in art. a room in his house was dedicated to his art, walls plastered with the most beautiful pieces youâve seen in your life.Â
now you'd be lying if you said you've never had feelings for him, he's handsome after all. the way his eyes crinkled as his lips curled into that pretty smile of his. his eyes sparkling every time he spotted you in a crowd. his sweet personality and the way he cared for you when you needed it most. what was there not to love? as the semester started, you found yourself at his dorm most days.
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you knocked on the door, three knocks exactly, waiting patiently for his appearance. you heard shuffles from behind the door, a subtle âone sec!â shouted. you smiled to yourself, watching the doorknob turn and the creak of the door opening.
â__!â minghao says with a wide smile, the one that makes your heart flutter. he pulls you in for a hug, the warmth of his arms made you feel safe. âhao! how are you?â he giggles at the nickname, noticing you still called him that after all these years.
âiâve been alright, artâs been kicking my ass, though. how about you?â he leads you into his dorm, taking whatever bags you had in your hand and settling them down. âitâs been good so far, the workload is crazy i swear.â you chuckle and sat on his bed, practically making yourself at home. âright? times were simpler in high school.â he sat on his rolling chair, moving to face you.Â
âyou said artâs been bad, whyâs that?â you asked, crossing your legs and looking at him.
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as for minghao, you were nothing but an angel sent from heaven. he took a silent oath in his mind to take care of you, to make you feel safe at all times. he wanted to be the shoulder you needed to cry on, the hypeman you needed to congratulate you. giving his sweatshirt when you were cold, snacks and icecream when going through a breakup. he was there for everything.. and maybe it was because deep down he liked you. he couldnât tell, heâs never experienced.. Â this before; butterflies in his stomach, cheeks slightly heating up from nerves. something about you had him going crazy.. was it your eyes? your hair? your smile? it drove him crazy, he was addicted to you unknowingly.
minghao applied to this uni with two reasons: for his art career and you.
âminghao you should apply to this one with me! it has a great art program, youâll love it!â and how could he say no?
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and now heâs here, you in his dorm and he couldnât have been happier.
âyou said artâs been bad, whyâs that?â you asked, crossing your legs and looking at him.
those eyes, those damn eyes. itâs as if the world stops whenever you look at him, batting your lashes with each word that comes out of your mouth.Â
âumm hello? earth to minghao?â you waved a hand in his face as he shook his head from his thoughts and you couldâve sworn you saw a shade of pink appear on his face.
âo-oh yeah!â he clears his throat, trying to keep his composure, âwell.. i knew it would be stressful, i guess i underestimated how much.â he chuckles, turning around to hand you a pamphlet of upcoming works he has to do.Â
âshit hao.. this is wild for one person.â you sighed, both thankful you didnât have to do worry about this but worried for him.Â
âtell me about it. i have to study anatomy.. iâve never really drawn people, you know? my pieces are more bursts of creativity than thought-out pieces.â he runs a hand through his hair, visibly stressed for his upcoming project.Â
you thought to yourself for a second, before suggesting something you never thought you would.
âi could help you with anatomy.â you stated boldly, the tiniest of smiles when you saw his skin flush a dark shade of pink.
âno.. no no __ you donât get it, i mean it has to be like nak-â
âi know hao, and i am saying i want to help you with it. please?â
fuck.. how could he say no? he couldnât, especially not to you. he took your hand, bringing you to his art room in defeat. fighting with you would be pointless, you were stubborn when you put your foot down. what did you really want from this?
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minghao was praying to the gods that you couldnât hear his heartbeat, he felt like exploding as he watched you stand in front of his canvas. âare you ready, hao?â to which he could only nod, biting the inside of his cheek to try and keep his composure. âwhatâs got you so shy?â you teased and took off your top and bottoms, leaving you in a bra with a matching pair of panties. you couldâve sworn you heard a âfuck.â leave his lips, though you decided to brush it off.
âis this good or do you need more, hao?â you ask, this time your skin flushing red when you hear his response.
âoff, all of it, baby.â his voice was husky, lustfulness coating each word. you were hesitant, reality suddenly hitting you.Â
âyouâre shy now? what happened to all that confidence, baby?â he teased, your arousal dripping inside your panties. you took a deep breath, taking off the last pieces of clothing until you were fully exposed in front of him.Â
âso beautiful, all for me.â the dominance in his words only made you wetter, feeling it drip down your thighs. his eyes panned from you to the canvas, his glasses slipping from how much he focused. it didnât take him long to move the easel out of the way, sitting back in his chair and patting his lap.
âcome here, baby. letâs worry about that later, yeah?â to which you obeyed, sitting perfectly on top of him. a small laugh left his lips, a noticeable wet patch on his pants from your wetness.
âhow long have you wanted me, baby?â he rubs your back, his big hand gently gripping your ass as you let out a soft moan in response.
ât-too long hao, way too long.â you admit as he hums in satisfaction, pulling you close until your lips were inches away.Â
âme too baby, let me make you feel good, please?â you nodded, the sound of kissing and moans filling the room. his lips molded with yours perfectly, tongues fighting for dominance (and you gladly let him win). youâve dreamt of this moment, his hands roaming your body. the feeling of those fingers inside of you that you only thought youâd feel in your dreams. but here he is: hair ruffled from your hands, glasses crooked and deep but pretty moans leaving his lips. he was needy as were you. you tugged his shirt, âimpatient, huh?â he cooed, quickly tossing his shirt with your discarded clothes. you immediately moaned at the sight, his abs and biceps flexing in the dimly lit room.Â
âoh baby, so needy for me,â he says half mockingly, rocking your hips against his clothed crotch until he decided to stop teasing you. you were doing so good for him, how could he not reward you? he unbuckled his belt, taking his pants off as his cock sprung free, leaking tip hitting his lower stomach. âs-so big hao,â you were drooling at the sight, you couldnât wait to feel him inside of you.Â
âyâlike what you see, huh?â he takes his length in his hands and rubs it across your folds, pushing into your entrance. he threw his head back with a groan, your pussy swallowed him perfectly. âso fucking tight for me.â as for you, the stretch was something you never felt before. the sounds coming out of your mouth sounded like a porno, so dirty and loud. you were grateful he had soundproof walls, as was he. âmmf hao! feels so so good~â âyeah? you like being fucked like this?â words were long gone, getting caught in your throat and being replaced with the lewdest of sounds. you could feel the familiar knot in your stomach tightening, âclose, hao m so so closeâ âfuck.. cum all over me baby, make a mess, please.â it was all you needed before your orgasm hit you like a wave, your release covering his dick and his sheets. he soon followed after you, long thick white ropes of cum coating your tummy as he let out the prettiest of whines.Â
you both took a couple minutes to catch your breath, minghao breaking the silence.
Summary: You didnât even want to come to this stupid party anyway, but it lead to an amazing night with Sungho. It was the morning and days following that were bittersweet and hurt your heart unlike anything you had ever experienced.
WC: 2.4k
Pairing: non-idol!Sungho x gn!reader, angst, slightly suggestive (2x), childhood friends to lovers(ish), miscommunication/avoidance, gets better (???), sorry if itâs buns idk how to end my stories apparently, lmk if i missed anything :)
Author's Note: i love sungho so much guys im sick. also im trying to be aethetic idk how to so if it's bad lmk like actually <////3 anyway ive been busy and trying to come up with new stories as soon as i can sorry guys i wanna post more often
Now Playing: Mi Buen Amor, Si TĂș Me Quisieras,  Amor Completo - Mon LaferteÂ
Taesan had dragged you to another party. In his defense, you always complain about being stuck at home. So he brought you to a party that one of his friends was throwing. Unfortunately, you came in dreading the night since Taesan was your ride, but heâs a wild party animal. So you knew youâd have to annoy him out of there or suffer until he was ready to go home (aka at like 5am), or if one of your other friends was willing to drop you off back at home. Because in actuality, Taesan would never let you to leave by yourself.
But you didnât expect the night to get worse â or in a way, better â because you got so drunk and cocky, you pretty much did your best friend in a strangerâs bathroom.
After the whole ordeal with Sungho in the bathroom, you were stuck leaning against the wall as you watched Taesan dance with girl after girl. Essentially, babysitting him to make sure he didnât do anything stupid. Not an ideal way to be at a party, but what else could you do. Eventually, Riwoo and Woonhak made their way over to you to keep you company which was nice but secretly, wouldâve prefer Sungho be with you. It was tragic his other friends stole him right as you guys were leaving the bathroom. Something about âweâll bring him back once weâre done!â
Thankfully, they brought him back but is also how you got in this predicament.
It has officially been two weeks since that damned party. The one you didnât event want to show up for, but were dragged into. More importantly âor worse, for that matterâthe same party you made out with Sungho and even went to his place afterwards to spend a somewhat special night. He felt guilty like he was trapping you but be was not going to let this moment pass. As for you, you felt like you were in a trance. The way his lips moved across yours, so gently yet you could feel his hesitancy as he urged to kiss you back whenever you pulled away to breathe or try to speak.
The air was filled with drunken kisses, needy whines wanting more, and clingy touches as if you would lose each other if you let go. One too many âI love yousâ from both mouths in between kisses displaying love and affection hidden underneath impulsive tendencies only alcohol could justify. You had all that alcohol, but you didnât feel dazed. Everything felt too real, no spinning world, your mind had no ounce of fog, and the night went by too fast. You tried to be present in the moment, you tried to appreciate everything working out in your drunken favor, but the night ended in the blink of an eye.Â
You woke up at 8am. Just in time to be able to admire him still asleep. Sungho slept so beautifully. You stayed like some magnetic pull was keeping you still. Admiring how softly his breathing was, his pretty lashes, and how his lips were in a slight pout. You wanted to leave, so badly. It was unbearable, but you had to leave.Â
You carefully removed his arm from your waist, got out of his clothes he lent you last night, and dressed back up in your outfit from last night. You felt sad leaving him; wishing the view of his sleeping figure next to you was a normal thing every morning. The silence of his place was heavy and thick. Only to be interrupted by Leehanâs coffee maker.Â
âOh, sorry.. Did I wake you? My bad, didnât mean to!â The boy apologized, trying his best to sound as apologetic as possible but his voice was groggy and a bit hoarse from last nightâs shouting. âNo, thanks though..â You kinda just stood there frozen, like if you moved wrong Leehan would know the truth of your leave.Â
âAre you leaving? I wonder if Sungho wants some too.â
âUh, no..? I didnât wanna wake him, so heâs still asleep. Iâm sure heâd want coffee too!â As fast as possible, you said bye and left. Nothing felt right. It all felt different. Why did you feel so awkward around Donghyun? Why was it weird and unfamiliar to be at their place, even though you spent so many nights there? It didnât matter. You just had to keep yourself busy and forget about it.Â
So for a few days afterwards, you kept busy. âNo sorry, I have classes!â, âI wish I could but Iâm actually scheduled at work for that time :(â, or the most common âSorry, I just got home and Iâm really tired.â Every single time they asked you to hangout, you just couldnât do it. Even though it worked fine these past two weeks, you canât keep it up forever. Especially because these 6 guys were your closest friends.Â
Eventually, you get back to them. âhey guys, im free now! when should we hang?â you sent a text into your groupchat. The chat soon started to drown out yours. âlets meet tonight!â Woonhak eagerly replied. âwait lets check in with y/n firstâ Riwoo chimed in. âwould tonight be okay?â you reply yes and let them know what time youâre able to come by.Â
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7PM reached faster than you had hoped. You wanted the day to feel like forever, but it went by painstakingly quick. You got a couple bags of chips and some sodas. (No beer, please we canât repeat our actions!!). Your feet dragged as you got closer to the door, your heartbeat getting louder than the knocks (ddok3 mentioned) on the door, and soon your breath hitched as Sungho opened the door.Â
You struggled to smile at him but gave him a quick, small one as you both greeted each other and he stepped back to let you in. You wanted so badly to speak to him. Just to ask him what the hell happened that night and why he didnât stop you from ruining your friendship, why did he let you just take over and force him into treating you so good, why did he have to be so perfect and take care of you? Why couldnât he just be your boyfriend?? A million questions ran into your head as you kept your eyes on him throughout the night. Why did he have to sit so far away from you?Â
You didnât wanna sit in between Jaehyun and Taesan. You wanted Sungho.Â
You couldnât help your eyes from looking over at him. Like all the time. The way his black hair falls perfectly on and around his face, the way his lips had a natural pout, the way his smile shined brightly throughout the night. Ugh, you wanted to cry so bad. You wanted him so badly, wanted to have him the way you did that one godforsaken night. But it wasnât terrible. It was perfect. He made it perfect.Â
You just wanted cry and kiss him and have his shoulder available for you to just be vulnerable and honest.Â
Throughout the night, Sungho would laugh and make eye contact with you. If he was talking to everyone, he made it a point to mainly make eye contact with you. You tried to escape him. You wanted to talk to everyone else but they would all include Sungho into the conversation. It was hard to avoid him and you expected this to happen. You expected him to act normal and like nothing was wrong. Like he didnât know you were absolutely in love with him.Â
But he wasnât.Â
He wasnât in love with you. You knew it. You had grown up with Sungho and have seen him in love. Heâs naturally a gentleman, itâs something he prides himself in. But he was the opposite â he was just a friend. There were times you felt he was walking up to you or making eye contact like he was hinting at something, but it was always cut off with another guy showing him a game, inviting him into a quick challenge, or something that was fun and casual because that was the whole point of the night â being casual; Sungho was fitting the theme way too well.Â
You excused yourself to the bathroom. The air in the living room was too thick, their voices were too loud but were drowned out by your thoughts, you felt too hot in the room, uncomfortable to be around the people you were most comfortable with, at least at some point. Not anymore.Â
You looked yourself in the mirrorâEyes baggy with sadness and exhaustion, the way your cheeks got red just by the thought of the man you craved most, and theâit was pathetic. The way you craved him but maybe in reality you missed the friendship.Â
âHey, Y/n! You good?âÂ
fuck.Â
fuckfuckfuckfuck.Â
âHm, yeah! Just feeling a bit sick. Iâm all good though!â You opened the door and were of course met with Sungho. God, you just wanted to disappear so bad! This is worse than having a test you didnât study for right before a busy day at work. âSorry, excuse me, I think I need to step outside for a second..â You mumbled, trying not to feel dizzy.Â
You walked through the living room, past the 5 other (clueless) guys. The cold hit you harder than you had anticipated. You walked closer to the railing after closing the door right behind you. The stars were amazing and bright. Trying to silence or ignore the thoughts of Sungho, you tried to think of other things to make you feel better. Like, maybe hanging out with just Jaehyun and Taesan, Woonhak and Leehan, or Riwoo. Anything but being with him.Â
But you missed his lips. The way his shifted with yours. The first ever kiss you truly melted into.Â
The way your hands explored his scalp, neck, and back. The feeling of his muscles wrapping around your waist. The way he was so gentle but rough with you.Â
Again, that feeling of wanting to cry just crept up like always.
You just felt sad you thought Sungho loved you. Chuckling at the thought immediately. He was drunk, how could he genuinely love you? You felt like you were drowning thinking about him, feeling like you got ran over once you woke up in the morning and left.Â
You sighed.Â
Maybe he wasnât the one.Â
Maybe itâs time to move on. He hasnât spoken to you yet. You tried a few times but everyone has gotten in the way. Maybe it was a sign. A sign from the universe or a higher being. Someone smarter than you controlling how your story gets told. This was one sick author.Â
The cold was luckily taking the heat away that was making you feel so sick and suffocated. Breathing in and out slowly. Just taking in the chance of finally being alone. You thought you were ready, but apparently hanging out with the guys was far too much. This time you wanted to cry for a different sadness. You felt bad you couldnât be with them 100% it was like the party once again; dragging yourself to an environment you knew would just negatively impact you.Â
âAre you sure youâre okay?â Sungho broke the silence.Â
No. Nononononono, this canât be happening.Â
Sungho is finally talking to you but it has to be about not wanting to be friends anymore and heâs gonna reject you by saying that night meant nothing to him.Â
You had easily convinced yourself that because of all of this, Sungho was waiting for the right time to cut off whatever connection you two had. And you tried to grow into acceptance. Forcing yourself to be okay with your favorite friendship to be over because you were so stupid.Â
âYes.â Keeping answers short was your way of communicating multiple things: you were tired, upset, or nervous. Too bad Sungho could distinguish each and every one of them.Â
âIâm sorry if I upset you.â He gently said as he walked to the spot next to you while crossing his arms and resting them on top of the railing. He couldnât look at you but somehow was able to force himself. He felt small and weak. He also wanted to disappear. âIt wasnât right of me to force myself on to you-âÂ
âWhat?! Is that what you think it is?â Shocked. There is literally no way he thought you were uncomfortable. âWell.. Yeah, isnât that why youâre avoiding me? Look, Iâm really sorry! I knew I shouldâve stopped the second I was flirting back. We were both drunk and I respect your choice to leave me as your friend.â
His eyes watered, the areas surrounding his eyes started to become pink, and his bottom lip quivered in fear and sadness. âI shouldâve spoken to you sooner. Iâm sorry. And youâve been stressed about many things. Itâs all my fault. I shouldnât have added to the negatives of your life. You donât have to forgive me- Actually, please donât! I donât deserve forgiveness. I put you in a really awkward position, especially in front of the guys. But just know, I will continue to love you regardless of how present or absent you are in my life.. God, I sound desperate..âÂ
The last part was him chuckling to himself from embarrassment.Â
He held on to your hands, it felt like his body was towering over you again.Â
You wanted to speak. To forgive him, tell him you were happy, but you couldnât say much besides a quiet âsorry.âÂ
âIâm sorry too, Sungho.. I shouldnât have started anything when I knew we were just friends. I donât even know what got into me-â
âPlease promise me something?â You looked into his eyes and nodded. âPlease let me continue falling in love with you. You donât have to love me back, but please let me stay with you, even as friends. It hurts seeing you so distant. I miss you. Please stay close to me.âÂ
You wanted to kiss him.Â
Hold him.Â
Share a warm breathe like you did that one night.Â
âSungho..â
âY/n, please make me yours..â He was trying not to sound desperately but he was softly begging. He wouldâve dropped to his knees if you told him to if it meant heâd accept you.Â
âSungho,â you looked down, swallowing deeply. âPlease let me love you too?â
bf!Hanji who holds onto your clothes whenever he can. You can be sitting on the couch, walking next to each other, or just laying in bed, he just has to hold your sleeve or pantleg. He loves feeling the fabric you wear because itâs like holding hands but not. It might not make much sense to you, but you let him do it anyway. It makes him happy and giddy.
âY/nnie? Baby? Darling? Sweetie?â He continues on and on with all these pet names heâs got for you as he plays with fabric of your sweatshirt. He knew what he was doing; He couldnât help but want to distract you from all the work your focus was directed towards. and he knew it was working. He followed your eyes and realized youâre rereading the same line repeatedly. He holds a smile in as he leans in to kiss your cheek as he continues to hold onto the fabric as he waits âpatientlyâ until your hand(s) is/are free.Â
bf!Hanji who leaves snacks for you with notes. He leaves them all over your place, car, and will put a couple in your bag. Heâll also try to leave a drink because âYou canât eat without a drink!â to him, itâs like breaking the law. And he wants to make sure youâre healthy. Heâll make sure itâs healthy but yummy so you can live a long happy life together. If itâs summer/hot, he makes sure your drink has electrolytes.Â
âI got you the best flavor ever! ââ You read on the note. Jisung had gotten your favorite drink paired with a cute little pastry. Of course he filled your lunch bag as best as he could with your favorite pieces of cut up fruit, left overs from last night, and a couple of napkins and utensils. âFruit for my favorite babe đâ if there was anything you loved about his notes, were the little emojis and characters he would draw on themâcute, silly and ridiculous characters you knew presented himâmaking you cherish his notes even more.
bf!Hanji who gets sensitive over every movie, stuffed animal, and quite literally anything that reminds him of you. He can be away from tour sending you pictures of any gift STAY give him, plushies he wins from claw machines, or even pet dogs he sees on his walks around the cities. Itâs especially worse when youâre watching a movie and for whatever reason the kid actor reminds him of a baby you.Â
âAww my baby!â He barely speaks as he hugs you tightly as his eyes start to water. âWhat? Iâm right here, are you?â Youâre half worried, half not since this is a somewhat common occurrence. âThat little baby looks just like you, oh my- noo Iâm so sad, why didnât I know you when you were this tiny!â Sometimes this meant he was ready for bed. âBut Iâm right here and we know each other now. Arenât you happy weâre dating?â You tried to cheer him up but the waterworks were rushing in already.
bf!Hanji who easily gets distracted and fails to keep a straight face whenever youâre around. He tries so hard to focus, especially when heâs around the other guys, but itâs so hard. Youâre too gorgeous and special to be ignored. His eyes sparkle at every movement you make because heâs just so unbelievably in love with you. He didnât realize loving someone this much was even possible. He notices every small movement you made.Â
âHey! NO! Hyung, over there!â His fingers quickly tap the keys on his keyboard. You walked into the room after a shower and laid on the bed to watch him play with friends. After a few minutes you get bored and decide to divert your attention elsewhere, like your phone. Then watching him again. At some point you get thirsty, so you get up to get your water bottle from besides the screen that Jisung was so concentrated on. Quickly, maybe a little too quick, Jisung looks up at you. His jaw dropped and he sat frozen in his seat. He had heart eyes. Seriously! You gave him a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth in hopes he would snap out of it. You could hear Chan, Felix, and Jeongin shouting at Jisung to pay attention but he just admired how beautiful his lover is. He loved seeing you fresh out the shower. He left that game faster than the blush his cheeks filled up with after your kiss.Â
bf!Hanji who sings in your ear at all times. Heâs got guitar with him. He writes songs for you all the time â whether theyâre serious or silly, on-the-spot songs â you canât lie and say itâs annoying. You love it. They always bring a smile to your face or a laugh. Which is honestly the main reason for him doing so. He loves your breathtaking smile and the way your mood physically improves. It makes him feel so happy and get cuteness aggression for you. He truly thinks, no he KNOWS you are the cutest thing in this universe.Â
âY/n~â He sings as he plucks at the strings of his guitar. âYou are looking past me~ looking for a new puppy~ 1, 2, 3, thereâs a tree~â You chuckled at yourself as you continued moving around the kitchen for a bowl of cereal. âJi, youâre so silly,â you smile through his random lyrics.Â
bf!Hanji who has a million folders dedicated to you. This knowledge was given to you by accident. It was normal of him to take so many photos of you and one day you were able to steal his phone and look through all of them. âWait, please! Just let me see!â he fought to get his phone back (not really. câmon he works out, he wouldâve been able to get it back but he didnât want to risk hurting you).Â
As you continued looking the photos, you accidentally clicked the folders option. There you encountered a folder dedicated to âCute baby đâ, âPretty Y/nnie đ„°â, âSilly honey đ„â and a secret folder that was locked. You could only imagine what that hid considering some of the photos and videos you both have taken during certain events. You couldnât help but laugh at these different folders. All dedicated to different types of photos he has of you. Even the candid ones that look creepy out of context. Like the one of you at the store taken from a round the corner. âYouâre such a weirdo!â you affectionately tease him. again, his cheeks get bright red. âIâll only forgive you if you kiss me!â he pouts. You canât say no.Â
Summary: You grew closer to Jooyeon thanks to Jiseok and Seungmin but they get into the habit of whining for their friends to get together
WC: 2.6k
Pairing: non-idol!Jooyeon x gn!reader (college crush, friends to wannabe lovers)
Author's Note: ends in a cliffhanger cuz i wanted to post something. guys im struggling with this fic lowkey but im still writing more for it. anyway sorry guys im trying to write more TRUST i have like 2 more drafts to finish
Now Playing: A World Without Love - Peter And Gordon
You had spent the night with Jiseok and Seungmin after hanging out with them yesterday. You guys had food, drinks, snacks, did karaoke, and watched movies. Just enjoying your time with your two best friends with no worry in the world. Which is what you needed. You had been telling them both about how stressed, tired, and busy youâve been because of work. Besides classes, you never really saw either guy throughout these past two terms.Â
This morning you woke up with the craziest hair, sloppiest face, and sensitive eyes as the sun came through between the curtains. You slowly got up from the couch while carefully taking off the blanket you had shared with Jiseok. You tried not to wake him up as he had laid his head on your shoulder.Â
You looked around for Seungmin before noticing he had fallen asleep on the floor, right next to your feet. You tried your best to stand up without stepping on him. Once your mission was over, you quietly walked from the living room into the kitchen. Soon finding their roommate, Jooyeon.Â
You had only seen quick glances of him whenever you came over and occasionally seeing him on campus, so you never had a real conversation outside of a quick greeting or âThanks,â. You figured today would be the day you actually got to know him since heâs so friendly (allegedly).Â
âOh, good morning..â You gave him a quick smile as you thought about leaving. You just felt awkward around him even if it was for two seconds. âHey! I didnât wake you, did I? Hope you slept okay. I didnât want you guys to get cold last night.â He smiled at you before putting his focus back on the eggs and other breakfast foods he was making. âNo, no, I was okay! Thank you. I slept better than I have these past few months..â Chuckling was your way of filling the silence. âI hope you like the breakfast Iâm making, I can always make you something else too. I just figured Iâd make everyone breakfast since you guys looked really tired after last night and didnât want you guys to cook.â
You caught yourself admiring him as he spoke. It is like 8am, how can someone look so good and refreshed? but you canât just think about your friendsâ roommate this way. You basically just met him and heâs just cooking. You tried so hard not to think about him but it was too late, you can feel yourself start to blush.Â
âThank you, it smells great.â You tried so hard to keep the conversation going but you just woke up, you zone out because heâs too pretty, and heâs so sweet. âUh, do you need help? Youâve got like four things cooking.â He giggled at you, which made your heart beat faster. âNo, itâs okay. Thanks, though! But if you want, you can bring me some plates. These things are almost done.â Again, he smiled. He continues to smile. He is so smiley. He has the most gorgeous smile you had ever seen.Â
He went back to cooking as you grabbed four plates, forks, and cups. You poured milk into the cups as Jooyeon filled up the plates with food. âSorry we havenât spoken very much even though we see each other often,â Jooyeon broke the silence. âSo what are you studying?â You told him about your major, why it interests you, and what you hope to achieve. He asked you about your other goals, interests, and how you met Jiseok and Seungmin. Then you reversed the questions at him. Turns out, the three had been childhood friends since they were very little since they met in preschool. Whereas, you met the boys about 5 years ago in school.Â
You guys talked and talked and enjoyed each otherâs company as the other two were still asleep, until finally Jiseok woke up and trampled Seungmin awake. âDude!â Seungmin shouts. âYou stepped on me!âÂ
âDonât sleep there, then!â Jiseok shouted as best as he could but it came out groggily. You and Jooyeon just chuckled at each other hearing the two argue their way to the dining room.Â
âWoah, Jooyeon and Y/n you did all this?â Jiseok was so shocked it woke him right up. âgeez, what time is it? When did you guys have time to make all this?â Seungmin questioned as he began to eat. âWell, it was all Jooyeon who made it. Although, Iâm not sure about the time..â You spoke before reaching to check your phone but Jooyeon was faster. âItâs 2PM, Y/n woke up at like 8AM and I started cooking around 12:30?â He calmly said before taking another bite of his food.Â
As the day went on, you got familiar with Jooyeon and even exchanged numbers. Jiseok and Seungmin were relieved you guys hit it off and now felt that you all deserved more sleepovers.Â
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The more you guys hung out, the more you noticed things about Jooyeon. You loved seeing his facial expressions, like when he was losing a game and you intently watched how his eyebrows moved. Or how he smiled all the time, no matter how boring you felt your story was to him or when you would vent to him, he always had a slight smile. Even during sleepovers, you noticed he even smiles in his sleep. You loved when he looked over to where someone was pointing to you got a glimpse of his side profile, specifically his nose.
You loved how he giggled at the silliest things or when he would throw his head back with the biggest laugh ever. Which then you noticed his neck. Oh man. His neck was just as gorgeous as he is. You couldnât help but think about how pretty his neck is. How badly you wanna kiss and mark it.Â
Or his hands.Â
You watched his hands once too many times. His long slender fingers.
Whenever his hand brushed against yours or if you held hands for whatever reason, you felt how soft they were. Even his finger tips were soft with callouses covering them.Â
âY/n? Helloo?âÂ
âEarth to Y/n! Oh no, weâre losing them!â Jiseok and Seungmin broke down in fake tears, exaggerating their concern for you as you zoned out. âWhatâs wrong with you?â Jokingly asking them as you gained your focus back. âDo you have any idea how worried your mother and I were for you?â Seungmin states, very matter of fact. âWe thought your mind escaped! Your brain is so small, it might have fit in between the fence!â Jiseok fake sobbed into his hands. âDid you just call me dumb?â You shouted before jumping on him. Luckily when he was pushed back, he was met with Seungminâs bed. As you were on top of him, you started tickling him to tears. With Seungmin just laughing at the both of you.Â
âOkay, but seriously, Y/n, are you okay? Weâve noticed that even when youâre with us, you have started to zone out again. Is everything all right?â Seungmin was now genuinely concerned. âOh,â you then got off of Jiseok and quietly sat next to him while fidgeting with your fingers. âUm, I donât know.. I guess, I like Jooyeon.â Jiseokâs eyes got all big and wide. âWhat? Can you say it louder, I didnât hear you.â Jiseok teased. âStop!â You smiled and blushed, grabbing one of the pillows to cover your face. âSo, why donât you tell him?â Seungmin giggled. âNo! No way, I canât do that!â
âWhy not?âÂ
âI canât ruin a perfectly good friendship!â
Your heart broke at the thought of confessing and Jooyeon rejecting you, feeling uncomfortable, and losing one of your best friends. These past few months of getting to know him had been so fun and freeing. Finding comfort in someone besides the other two was so rewarding and special. âHow could I do that? To him! I wouldnât want him to be uncomfortable or hate me..âÂ
âY/n you look like a sad puppy left out in the rain,â Jiseok giggled. Seungmin just rolled his eyes. âI mean, heâs not wrong, but! You gotta try, who says Jooyeon will react badly?âÂ
âWho says he wonât!â Arguing back like it even meant something.Â
âY/n we didnât raise you this way,â Once again, Jiseok exclaimed dramatically. âPlease just confess, it would be, like, the best thing ever!â he now was being genuine. âIf Jooyeon rejects you, then we will host sleepovers at your place and forget he even existed in our friendship!â Seungmin and Jiseok were getting desperate for you to confess but they understood why you were so nervous. But eventually, they backed off and let you do your thing (lack thereof).Â
A couple of more months passed by and still nothing. You didnât confess, he didnât confess. No hints were dropped nor received. Were all guys really this oblivious to hints? You gave him romantic song recommendations, watched romance dramas together, and even gave him a set of new picks. If this wasnât obvious what could be? Except, Seungmin and Jiseok told you over and over that these things mean nothing to Jooyeon if he canât pick up what youâre putting down.Â
âThis will never work, Jooyeon is a straight forward, guy! If he wonât confess, then I donât see the point of hiding my feelings any longer. I need to get rid of them.â Whining into your pillow.Â
âY/n, if you wonât confess, weâll do it for you.â Seungmin calmly said as he was at your desk messing around with your trinkets. âI agree!â Jiseok pouted, just tired of you not confessing to Jooyeon.Â
âI want to but I canât!âÂ
âWhat if I just call him over here, we hangout for another hour, Jiseok and I leave and then you just confess to him?â Seungmin was getting a little irked. âPlease, we need you guys together already! Weâre losing our freaking minds.â Seungmin threw his hands up in the air in defeat.Â
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Meanwhile on Jooyeonâs end, he was going on to the other two about you. Whenever you guys hung out and Jooyeon had a minute to himself or to either one of the guys, he would just yap. He loved the way your styled your hair, no matter what. It could be down, in a ponytail, in a braid, literally whatever and it would make him want to fall to his knees.Â
He loved how you held his hand whenever you were tired or when he reached out to yours and you grabbed it gently but firm. He loved hugging you because he loved your scent. Or when you would smile. He loved making you smile. He loved when he was the reason for your laugh. He loved when you vent or cried to him because it made it clear that you trust him, although he hated seeing you cry.Â
He loved when you helped him cook or just help him in general. He loved cleaning with you after a sleepover. He loved when you snuggled against him on the couch when you watched movies. How your eyes always met his even when you guys were across the room from each other.Â
He loved playing with your hair, fingers, or even sleeves to your shirts and hoodies. He loved when you slept on his bed which made your scent linger for a while. He loved watching you eat his food because he loved seeing your little happy dances or noticing the little details of adding or switching spices.Â
He loved when the laundry was done, heâd leave the room for a second, and come back to you spread out on the warm clothes. Or when you woke up with very groggy eyes and voice. He loved when you wore his clothes or ate his snacks (because they werenât even his). He always grabbed extras because he knew youâd want some. He loved getting you new gifts because your smile and cheerful eyes did something to his heart.Â
Fortunately for you, you didnât have to live with Seungmin nor Jiseok. Unfortunately for Jooyeon, he did. Which means the two were more on his ass about confessing to you than they were about you confessing to him.Â
âJooyeonnn, pleeease, we beg you!â Jiseok whined and begged with praying hands and on his knees, next to Jooyeon, who was unfazed due to his concentration toward his game. âJiseok, again?â Seungmin laughed from the doorway. âWhat? We need to motivate him somehow! He knows Iâll be more annoying if I have to.âÂ
âDude, leave me alone. This is like the worst time for me right now.â Jooyeon was doing his best to get this guy away from him, even if it meant moving out and getting a new number. âJooyeon, we love you,âÂ
âSeungmin, I swear, if you tell me one more time, Iâm gonna freak,âÂ
Jiseok then quietly and quickly took the headset off Jooyeon and ran out the room. âSeriously!â Jooyeon quickly followed (only because he died). And chased the older man throughout their apartment. âTell them!â Jiseok shouts as he tries to juke Jooyeon from across the kitchen table. âBet you I wonât!â Jooyeon exclaims. âIf you donât it means you donât love us!â Jiseok argues. âSorry Jiseok and Seungmin, I donât love you!â Jooyeon replies. âIâm okay with that.â Seungmin shouts back, now heâs in his room. âNot even Y/n?! How could you do that to us!â Jiseok fake sobs, again.Â
âListen, I donât want to come off as creepy or only staying their friend just to confess. Thatâs why I donât wanna do it!â Jooyeon sadly plops down to the floor like a sad puppy (left out in the rain or smth like that). âWhy not? Theyâre so kind and awesome. You guys are like the best kinds of friends! And together, you guys would be even better!â Jiseok sat next to Jooyeon (he left the headset behind from where he was at). âThatâs the point. Weâre just friends, anyway. It canât mean much to them than something just platonic..âÂ
âAnd if it isnât then what? What am I gonna do to you if you guys end up dating? Jiseok laughed lightheartedly. âYouâll give me my headset!â Jooyeon stood up as quickly as he could and raced to the headset. âNo!â The other laughed.Â
Seungmin eventually talked with Jooyeon later that night once Jiseok was asleep because he knew that guy has a big mouth and will just yap and joke around. Seungmin figured a more serious talk was to be had.Â
He got up from his bed and knocked on Jooyeonâs door.Â
âCome in!â said the youngest.Â
Seungmin walked in and saw the boy laying on his bed with his phone and eating a snack. âCan we talk?âÂ
âUh, sure.â He then sat up.Â
âWe really want you to confess to Y/n, we know weâre annoying about it but seriously! Whatâs the hold up? Because I bet you, they like you back. Donât you see it? I mean, obviously not,â He chuckled, earning a smile from the other.Â
âYeah, I donât know.. Itâs just.. I told Jiseok that I donât wanna make them uncomfortable, but also I donât want you guys to be uncomfortable because what if we breakup and then our whole friend group is gone!â Jooyeon was visibly anxious by now. Luckily, Seungmin knew how to calm him down. Which is why he brought him a cup of his favorite drink. âHere you go,âÂ
âThanks,â he then took a drink before speaking again. âI mean, câmon, who doesnât have feelings for them? Theyâre so sweet and thoughtful, very talented, and just knows how to light up a room. They do so much for us like scheduling hang outs, getting food, and even surprising us for our birthdays with the coolest stuff!â This went on for a while. Seungmin mightâve have fallen asleep for a second or two at a time.
âI think I know what to do, just give me like a week, deal?â Seungmin held up his pinky. âOkay, I guess..â Jooyeon then wrapped his and they shook on it.
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