Narumi, who staked his claim from the moment you stepped through the door. Crowding your space, making sure you understood the brand he insisted on marking you with - his scent, his lingering touches freighted with unvoiced intentions. If you were oblivious to his hunger, he'd simply have to make his pursuit more overt.
Hoshina, your former mentor who'd guided you through every defensive maneuver and combat technique. Who thrilled at every bead of sweat that rolled down the column of your throat as you grappled against him. Whose fingertips would linger perhaps a beat too long at your waist, at the small of your back, before he reined himself in.
Hoshina, who’d drink in your admiring gaze through lidded eyes, reveling in how eagerly you soaked up his tutelage. He told himself it was mere pride in his protégé's accomplishments. But the predatory undercurrent surging through his veins seared hotter every time you bested him during your sparring sessions.
You - the unwitting object of desire caught between two of the most powerful men in the defense force locked in a primal clash of wills. One demanding sole possession, the other insisting you remain forever his disciple.
Narumi’s fingers are digging into your arm as he tries to tug you back, jaw tensed when you instinctively run towards Hoshina's awaiting embrace the moment he appears at the Ariake Maritime Base. Crimson eyes blazing, he glowers at the other man daring to lay claim to what Narumi insists is his.
Hoshina's smile is a practiced veneer, one you've seen a thousand times as he corrected your stance, angled your fist just so. But up close it morphs, crinkles fanning from the corners as his eyes glint with something darker, more covetous. Muscled arms engulf you, calloused palms mapping the dips of your waist as he crushes you against his solid frame.
You're utterly ignorant of Narumi's possessive fury, deaf to the rumbling snarl bubbling beneath his exterior. Equally blind to the way Hoshina drinks you in with shameless relish, nostrils flaring as he greedily inhales your sweet fragrance. How his smile cuts sharper, lips peeling back in a feral smirk as he holds your pliant body flush against his, fingers squeezing the supple flesh of your ass, taunting Narumi's seething glower.
Caught in the crosshairs of their escalating feud, you bask in the affection, deliciously unaware you've become the coveted prize inspiring their vicious rivalry. Two starving wolves silently laying claim, fangs bared as they tussle and snarl over the rights to their choicest prey - you.
Narumi, who can't resist dragging you away from prying eyes the moment you're alone. Rough hands fisting in your hair as he slants his mouth over yours in a searing, possessive kiss. He crowds you against the nearest surface, bodies aligned in a harsh clashing of need as he shows you exactly who you belong to.
Narumi, who wastes no time taking off your suit, calloused palms groping every inch of your bare tits with shameless entitlement. He drinks in every gasp, every whimper that spills from your lips as he tugs on your swollen nipples and grinds his rapidly hardening cock against your soaked panties.
Hoshina, who tracks you down with self-assured strides and a devilish curl playing at the corners of his mouth. He knows precisely what debauchery Narumi has in mind, can envision the ways he's no doubt staking his claim. Hoshina's gaze darkens with undisguised want as he shoulders open the door, allowing the muffled whimpers and breathy cries to swirl around him.
Hoshina, who doesn't so much as blink at the vision of Narumi's tangled form with yours, skin flushed and glistening as he plunges his cock into you with rough, arrhythmic snaps of his hips. A low rumble vibrates Hoshina's throat as he brashly meets Narumi's lust-blown glare, letting his smoldering gaze rake over the frothy ring of cum at the base of his shaft.
You, gasping at the sudden interruption, are powerless beneath Narumi's insistent onslaught as he snarls possessive curses. Trapped between two men wielding your body as the spoils of their primal competition, the air thrumming with their scarcely leashed hunger.
Hoshina prowls forward like a predator zeroing in on its prey, eyes locked hungrily on your writhing form trapped beneath Narumi's relentless assault. Without preamble, he joins the fray - calloused hands roaming, mapping every trembling curve as Narumi snarls threats that barely register.
You're utterly engulfed between two merciless hunters, squirming and breathless as they mark and brand you from both fronts. Hoshina's searing mouth leaves a constellation of bruising imprints along your flesh in blatant territory marking before he himself is burying his own cock inside your velvet heat. His own guttural groans intermingle with Narumi's as they take you in harsh tandem, each snap of hips staking an unyielding claim.
There's no reprieve, no hope of escape as you're pinned and plundered from both sides. Simply a delirious spiral of titillating sensations cresting in waves of whited-out bliss. You surface gasping, boneless and sated as Hoshina finally pulls out - smugly surveying the love bites and the obscene amount of creamy cum dripping out of you. Reminders of his coveted conquest that you'll carry into your next lonely nights without him before he stalks away.
Only then does Narumi unleash his untamed possessiveness anew. Frenzied hands scour every inch until not a single imprint of Hoshina's touch remains marring your skin. His scorching mouth latches and sucks until fresh scarlet blossoms rebrand you as his in throbbing, mottled patterns. Narumi sheets his sweat-slicked body over yours in the aftermath, allowing you to bask in deluded ignorance that you are solely, utterly possessed by the man coiled around you in sated, smug triumph.
for the bulk of the day, chan cleared his schedule and decides to surprise his loving girlfriend with the most spectacular cake.. or what he could call a cake.
see, as strong as chan's determination and love for you is, his skills at baking are a solid 50/50. so, when you came home that day from work, ready to celebrate with chan and to find out what this elaborate surprise he was planning for you was, you found him crying in the kitchen.
immediately, your smile dropped. what happened? why was your boyfriend crying? frantic, you'd shut the door and set aside your things, a flurry of possibilities popping into your mind all in the same second, ranging from death to seeing a cute video of an animal.
your heart was running a million miles per second, ringing in your ears and defeaning you for what felt like hours at a time.
time seemed to slow as you ran towards chan, your heart threatening to escape the confines of your body, sweat beginning to collect on your forehead, your body trembling and then- you'd see it.
once you saw it, you'd stop, the ringing in your ears louder than ever before and your vision.. was complete shite but nevertheless, you managed to take a slow scan around the kitchen.
various ingredients for cake making all spread around the kitchen island, two dirty pans behind him, dirty dishes in the sink, the towels he attempted to clean the mess up with.. oh chan.
your heart stabilised, the sweat you broke out in being wiped by the handkerchief in the back pocket of your jeans as you approached him with a sympathetic expression.
"chan.."
you'd call out his name softly, arms opening wide to indicate an embrace. once he saw you, he began blubbering out apologies on how bad he felt on account of not being able to make a cake and then wanting to buy one but no stores were open- you were surprised you were even able to understand so much of his incoherent cries yet you'd ignore all that for a moment as you pressed a kiss to his forehead.
his eyes would close momentarily as he wailed into your arms, his hands finding their way around your waist as his head rested on your shoulder.
tears sprinkled all over your shirt, his arms tightening around you as if he never wanted to let you go.. oh, wasn't your boyfriend the sweetest?
with your hand moving up and down his back in large circles, he'd feel a sense of comfort that somehow managed to scale down his tears to quiet sniffling in your arms.
he'd burrow his head in the nape of your neck, eyelashes brushing against your skin as he breathed. he breathed and breathed until his heart could stabilise and he could finally look at you without feeling this overwhelming feeling of guilt.
he feels he ruined your birthday.
"chan, it's okay. we can make the cake together if you like.."
"i'm still really sorry, y/n. i was supposed to give you the best cake ever."
with that, he cried into your shoulder, some of his tears trickling down your hair as you began to whisper sweet nothings into his ear.
he needed this. he needed you so much, you seemed to always know the right thing to do.
you'd shake your head in response, expression faltering as you felt such guilt for making your chan cry so much like this. you didn't wanna see him cry, you'd do anything not to see him even a teeny bit sad.
your eyes glowed with affection for chan, the guilt panging in your heart as you press another kiss to the tip of his nose, one soft and gentle, your lips providing him a sense of relief, a sense of solace.
"it'll be alright, chan. we can make it together."
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well.. would you like to guess how things ended between you two?
chan, who currently stood across from you, giggled as he watched you stuff the many marshmallows in your mouth.
truth be told, you did it to make him smile and he did.
a wide grin plastered across his features as he studied you, amused and entertained at the sight of your cheeks so chubby and filled with the sweet confectionery.
his hands came up to your cheeks as you closed your mouth, first caressing you before squeezing your cheeks, which caused you to start blushing.
stupid, yes, but who cares?
as chan's semi calloused hands began squeezing your cheeks, eyes twinkling with such childlike delight, you felt proud.
proud to be able to make him smile in such a way, it was one of beautiful smiles that somehow made people's hearts open and butterflies fly out. it was just, there weren't enough words how much you adored his smile.
chan continued to pinch your cheeks once he saw your blush intensifying, teasing you for acting so silly and looking like a chipmunk with all those mallows in your mouth.
a shy expression overcame you, your nose scrunching upwards momentarily to respond to his squeezing of your cheeks..
behind him would be a clean kitchen, which both of you spent a good fifteen-twenty minutes organizing in order to create a functional work space for the new cake you both wanted to bake together.
soon enough, the oven door would ring and chan would rush to retrieve the cake, hastily pulling oven mitts over his hands before taking out the cake pan, leaving you to continue eating your delicioud mallows.
as much time as it took, you swallowed and drank a bit of water to drown out the sweet taste in your mouth, beginning to stand beside chan as he admired the cake.
it was adorable, the messy frosting job resembling the wolf emoji.
"i think we did a pretty good job, eh?"
chan asked, absolutely elated to have finally made a proper cake.
"yeah, good job chan."
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with the fifteen minutes having passed, both of you would sit on the balcony.
the balcony was your favorite place in the whole world, other than chan's arms of course.
anyway, it was your favorite place. why? because it contained some of the most divine sights to behold.
the air was crisp, fluttering in your hair as you both sat on chairs opposing one another.. the cake pan and forks lay in either hand of his, your eyes scanning over the view.
the stars twinkled from above as the clouds passed them, shapes of all shapes and sizes visible in the night sky. and your favorite, the moon. it shone brighter than any god, rivaling chan's smile.
so full and wonderful, using its ray to illuminate either of you sat on the balcony.. and the view below was as magnificent. the neon lights blazing over every building, advertising the shops underneath them. the cars that passed, the humans that walked and lived their daily lives, the air that felt so cold yet so comforting.
all this time staring at the view did you not notice, bang christopher chan mesmerized.
his heart swole with affinity for you, wondering whether would the world be whole without you. was it? could it? chan didn't believe so. all he knew was that you were his beloved and nothing changed that fact.
his eyes would glimmer with the same shine as those stars you adored, hand moving on its own accord as he takes a small portion of the cake on his fork, bringing it up to your lips before leaning forwards.
finally, he'd capture your attention once more. his breath skimmed your neck, grazing over your skin as he whispered such words into your ear. with a voice so loving yet so tempting, only he could make fireworks explode throughout your entire body.
what started as a simple question segued into a night of endless pleasure, squelching noises echoing through the walls and countless amounts of lewd noises escaping from either of your mouths.
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"hey eric.. would you ever wanna do this again?"
you'd inquire, abruptly interrupting the silence that enveloped the room. ( that is if the smell of your endeavors and sweat weren't enough )
your gaze would shift towards eric, body trickling with sweat all over from the exasperating sex you both partook in just moments prior.
eric would pant in response, mouth open with stray strands of hair clinging to his forehead with the immense amounts of sweat coating his bare figure as well.
after a moment of you waiting, he'd smile.. oh how you loved eric's smiles, they were bright and cheerful and jovial and seemed to erupt a thousand rays of the sun with each of them.
"yeah, why not?"
he'd answer softly, suddenly taking you in his arms to roll you over and hover atop you. he'd then start to pepper kisses all over your face as you chuckled and blushed like an idiot.
your face would be dusted with a rosy hue as your eyes would meet, the moment sending an electrifying sensation to shoot through your body and cause your heart to pump rapidly.
you swore he could hear it.
he'd stop for a moment, his hand wavering as he brought it up to your face. you thought the moment was cheesy but it was nothing short of incredible. it brought a subtle smile to tug at the corners of your lips.
you'd press a kiss to his thumb as it rested on your cheek. you'd watch and analyze him yet he seemed to be fixated, riveted by the sight of your being which he longed to see for so many years.
you were a sight to behold, he was merely relishing this moment.
his eyes would twinkle with pure affection as they'd remain lost in your eyes, his heart thumping as loud as possible. it was the only sound he could hear, it rung in his ears even.
he swore you could hear it.
"eric?"
you'd call out, snapping him out of of his dream-like trance. he'd shake his head in response and let out a dry chuckle, a tad embarrassed for just zoning out like that on you. nonetheless, one fact could not be denied.
eric sohn adored you over any other being in this world.
for the particular scene, juyeon had to have blood drip down his nose for the shot and as you were watching the set, you caught a glimpse of him. he groaned out of exhaustion, causing his head to tip back, exposing his adam's apple.
you couldn't stop staring although each thought your mind produced was relentlessly screaming at you to stop, you didn't. he'd notice, you thought yet didn't have the gull to stop.
your mind began to relay thoughts of pinning juyeon to your apartment door, making him laugh at how rough you were being with him. he'd hold that pretty smile as you gripped his jacket to pull him closer until your hands would glide around his neck as you kissed.
you were only broken out of your trance when someone started waving their hand in front of you. "y/n?" juyeon called out, a clearly perplexed expression plastered across his face.
startled, sweat began to pour from your forehead as your heartbeat increased morbidly, threatening to pound out of your chest. a lump caught in your throat before you uttered, "yeah?".
juyeon seemed amused, it was clear by the twinkle in his eyes when he'd stare at you. before you knew it, his hand had wandered to your waist, a cocky, shit-eating grin on his face. "what're you thinking about, y/n?"
you'd struggle to try and find the proper words to explain yet none seemed appropriate enough to say when there were many people standing a a few meters away from the two of you.
"nothing, don't worry about it babe." you'd answer after a long pause. juyeon's pride only rose to unconceivable levels when he saw how flustered you were from earlier, a goal forming in his mind to produce another similar reaction from you in the future.
"you can't fool me, y/n. we'll take care of that when we get home."
his whisper would ring through your ears, his breaths cascading down the skin of your neck. the words seemed to linger for longer than you'd like to admit, generating a frenzy of lustful thoughts you'd be fortunate enough to experience together once you got home.
juyeon would watch from afar as you seemed to almost malfunction, eyes kept on you as your blush turned crimson and your sweat became more prominent. a heart laugh would come from juyeon as he thought, 'she's so cute' to himself.
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( a/n: this is straight from the vault when my writing was good so apologies if my writing will get worse from now on!! its the hiatus IM SORRY GUYS!! :(( )
hey bub! i actually want to ask if you can make this one art of yours as a maknae line version ?? https://www.tumblr.com/blackenedkisses/695634388946468864/an-okay-yeah-yeah-i-know-im-a-bad-person-but?source=share
( a/n: yeah sure why not )
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[ yandere seventeen maknae line reacting to you going out to a cafe alone and coming back, along with stuff for them as well. ]
- seungkwan -
he didn't even want to let you go in fear of you taking the chance to escape so he sort of threatens you before you leave that, 'if you run away, i'll just find you, even if it takes me years, i'll find you.' as much as you were terrified of his words, you didn't really take them to heart knowing you'd come back anyways.
seungkwan was watching a variety show on the tv, legs draped over the other as he laughed loudly, his voice echoing through the room. once he heard the door click open, he was a little surprised to see you standing there, holding a bag.
at first, he'd think it was for yourself and continue watching his show, speaking to you as he did so. "how was the café?" he inquired, arms crossed over his chest, his voice coming across a bit stern despite him not meaning for it to, he was merely curious what you'd done at a café.
"it was good.. i got a lot of work done and even bought you this." you come up behind him as you respond, voice casual and sweet as the bag dangles in front of his eyes. he raises his eyebrow a little as he takes the bag from your hands.
"what's this?" he questioned, pleasantly surprised you'd even bought him something, a small, cutesy smile that only ever appeared when he was genuinely elated, adorned his divine features. he peeked in the bag, seeing an assortment of mini donuts.
it seemed as if he was over the moon and despite his pride telling him not to, he'd hug you tightly as a thank you. he'd stand up from the sofa, arms already extended as he'd envelop you in his warm embrace.
embarrassed by his sudden impulse of affection, he'd frantically let go and pretend to be nonchalant, acting as if he wasn't just now a big baby about your gesture.
when you giggle in response and tell him you find it cute, he's secretly happy that you do and smiles when he's not facing you. he keeps his facade up and says something along the lines of: "yeah yeah whatever, be grateful i even hugged you."
- vernon -
i'd believe vernon to be a rather composed yet internally paranoid yandere. he'd sit on his phone all day and wait for you to come back from the café you said you'd go to, although he could, he'd only send one message asking when you'd be home. when you reply to him about ten minutes later with something as vague as; "maybe in 30 mins or so", vernon thinks you should be more specific so he can know when to expect you but eventually ignores this feeling.
he lays down on his bed scrolling to pass the time and when he hears the door, he's reminded of your presence. he'd seem to desperate if he came down when you called but nonetheless, he was already waiting at the top of the stairs for when you would, wanting to know how your travels have been.
once you call him down, a minute passes before he's casually walking down the stairs, as if he didn't hear you when you first came in. he trusts you, but he's scared.
"hey vern, bought you some cookies." you say simply, gesturing towards the decorated, white bag on the table as you take off your jacket. vernon's surprised but thinks nothing suspicious when he opens the bag.
he'd like the fact that you loved him enough to buy him cookies and think about him while outside. it only allows him to instill more trust in you when you go out but considering this was one of the first few times, he was still rather unable to shake the thought of you leaving him.
he'd remain calm, composed, like how he wanted you to view him as he took a bite of the cookie. his favorite, chocolate chip. he smiles to myself when he realises you remembered his preference yet remains quiet about his acknowledgement over the small detail.
"so how was the café? these cookies are pretty good." he states, eyes glancing back towards you as you sat yourself down on the sofa, leg draped over the other as you turn on the tv.
"it's good, we should go together sometimes." you mutter, not really putting much thought into your words as your body leans against the soft plush exterior of the sofa.
vernon sits beside you, taking a few more bites of the cookie before he settles the rest back in the bag, returning it to its original spot on the table.
"we should, let's go next time." the response is short and reactive, his finger raising up as if to affirm his words further. a smile paints you delicate features, which makes vernon fawn in silence as you nod.
'well.. at least she loves me' vernon thinks to himself, knowing he'd ponder and recall the memory multiple times throughout the rest of the week.
- dino -
dino was rather reluctant to let you go at first but after some convincing, he'd finally allow you to go, the thought in his mind that 'if she tries to escape, i have an excuse not to ever let her outside again.' this seemed to relieve dino of his initial paranoia as he waits for you to come home.
he'd distract himself with multiple activities, feeling the time pass by slowly as he thinks that life without you is more desolate and colorless than before. then the thought of 'how did i even survive without her before?' lingers in his head until he's interrupted by the door clicking shut.
had you come home already? he sets down his bowl of ramen and glances towards the front door, the silhouette of you taking off your shoes and setting them aside greeting him.
for the entirety of the day he had previously contemplated texting you but thought he'd come off as too pathetic and weak, not like how the image of himself that he's cultivated in yours and his head is.
seeing dino there, a bright smile comes to exhibit itself on your face. that's when dino notices, a pink paper bag curled in between your fingers. he points it out with his finger as he questions, 'oh, what's that?' in a light and sweetened manner.
a million possibilities would flash through his head before he shakes it, thinking that if he wanted to trust you, he would have to commit to the idea wholly.. though there was still a wee bit of anxiety in the depths of his brain he'd began to ignore.
"oh this? it's just some pastries i'd bought. thought you might want some." you say in that delightfully charming tone of yours as you approach dino, holding up the bag towards him with a sincere grin.
for s moment there, he'd feel blush creep at his cheeks as his eyebrows raise in surprise. he'd fling that thought away, thinking that 'of course she bought me something, she loves me.' though he'd never expected it in the first place, only possibly fantasized about it for a secone earlier.
he accepts the pastries with a tad of resistance before a smile slowly forms on his face, a small one, where only the corners of his lips would curve upwards despite the gesture pulling at his heartstrings. was thie your way of telling him you're giving in?
"thanks." he responds, eyeing them for another moment before he clears his throat, adhering to a slightly more neutral expression.
"of course, you're welcome."
dino thinks that you're amazing, that you'd thought about him even when you were outside like he does brought a sense of comfort to him. he'd think about it at night sometimes, reminiscing on the sweet moment as gradually, he'd allow himself to portray his true colors to you. step by step, with every little loving gesture, more pieces of his facade will begin to fall.
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( a/n: unedited and im sorry if this sucks but i tried my best to think how i see some of the seventeen members online. i hope this brings you even a little bit of joy and feel free to correct me on certain points! )
( a/n: i only have that bc i cant get the damned ask button to work anyways.. long overdue btw sorryy!! )
"chanhee.. please. please, just stop." you plead with him as you're on your knees, hugging his legs as he looks down at you with pure disgust and contempt present in his eyes. he's been cursing you for about thirty minutes now, violently whipping you for trying to escape.
tears begin to gloss your eyes as you look up at him, body in agony and a pained smile framing your face. "please."
"what did i ever do to you? i gave you nothing but love and care and you punish me by trying to escape? you deserve to feel like this, to feel like how i felt when you tried to run away from me!" chanhee shouted as the hot tears finally escaped, running all over your face and staining your already dirty clothes.
my body had been plastered with bruises and cuts all over. you weren't sure if chanhee would love you again, you weren't sure if he'd ever take care of you or even merely spare a glance towards you again. the thought hurt but the thought of staying in this house forever? with no means or contact with the outside world was nauseating, incredibly harrowing.
he finally stopped and bent down to hug you. he pulled you in closer and placed your head on his shoulder as he rubbed your back up and down in an attempt to soothe you. "i'm done now. i don't mean it, okay? i love you, you just have to understand how hurt i felt when you did that to me."
you nodded as you reciprocate the hug, pulling him in by his neck. you allowed yourself to cry in his arms as he reassured you that all was well and that you shouldn't cry anymore for the sake of tainting your pretty face with tears.
"i'm sorry.. i'm so sorry." you murmur quietly into his embrace, finding comfort in the torment he brought upon your life. as much as you'd hated chanhee, with all your heart, you couldn't deny there was this small fire, lit ablaze whenever he'd show you his love.
chanhee grinned cheekily, aware of the fact that his torture had managed to break you completely, enough for you to fully submit now. he petted your head gently, stroking your hair in a loving manner as he hid his smile in the crook of your neck.
hihi! i just wanted to say i ALWAYS come back to ur “bangchan supportive bf” fic where y/n deals with getting a low grade :( it’s sooo perfect and i rly do love all of ur fics in general <3
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HEXODHD FR??!? omg i got my first anon ty 🥹 this is nice bubbles ily and thank you for reading my fics even tho like some of them suck abominably!! maybe i should write versions for other members, maybe seungmin? i feel as though i should write stuff for him 💗💗 anyways thank you mwah!
[ warnings ⚠️!!! very dark themed romance, if cutting, blood or kissing scars bother you please feel free to scroll! read at your own risk ]
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[ sunwoo abusive romance fic ]
you sit on the bed silently as a hot tear fell through, landing on your satin nightie. you felt motionless as another cut on your arm was made, a heart.
as he adjusted the angle of the knife to make a curve, he looked up to see you, eyes hollow and grim, body frozen in place as you took in the pain of the scar. you almost couldn't feel it anymore by how many cuts you've gotten, but nonetheless, some tiny shot of pain still ripped through your wrists whenever the blade made contact with your skin, like a small injection almost.
"hey.. don't be sad. you know i don't like doing this but i'm doing this for you, so you can learn. hm? baby?" sunwoo's positive outlook on the situation only made you scoff, making him raise his eyebrows in slight surprise.
"what's wrong?"
you could only turn your head, all the energy you had previously dissolved as you stare at the blood on your wrist as he patiently cut the heart. the drops of blood travelled down your wrist, dripping continuously on the white cloth sunwoo had put under your wrist prior.
"us. everything is wrong with us sun, i thought we were perfect. but are we? are we perfect? is this what love is?" you begin to say, voice barely above as a whisper, little cracks evident in your tone.
he put down the blade for a moment then hugged you, you didn't resist yet also didn't reciprocate. he stroked your hair as he began to murmur the same words he'd already told you dozens of times before.
"of course we are. it's you and me y/n, of course we're bound to be perfect. what made you think we aren't?"
you smirk in irritation as you pushed him off of you gently then pull up your nightie, revealing countless healing and recently made cuts on your stomach, some in delicately carved shapes and some seemingly made in a loss of time.
he took the hand that previously lifted up your nightie and kissed it before pushing your body down lightly. he let go of your hand then lifted up your pajama once more. he placed your heart over your stomach, letting the blood from your wrist drip down on your stomach, covering your stomach with red fluid.
a minute or two passed as the blood balanced on your stomach before he wiped off your wrist completely, beginning to kiss and lick the blood of your stomach, sending small vibrations down your body with each lick.
as he reached his favorite scar of yours, the sun, he began to bite on the supple skin gently, until a small purple mark began to reveal itself. a small moan escaped your lips as you felt his tongue suck on your skin.
once he was satisfied with the mark, he raised himself up to meet your face before pecking your forehead. "no one will love you as much as me. we were made for each other."
Synopsis: A stripper who is a hopeless romantic and a bartender with a million and one failed relationships. What could go wrong?
warnings: smut, switch!hyunjin, switch!reader, unprotected sex (don't raw dog it guys srsly), so much miscommunication even I got angry writing it, they're both just extremely stupid, I can't be bothered to proof read this pls excuse grammatical and spelling errors lol
Part 3 of my 8 part series based off the album, “It Was Good Until It Wasn’t” by Kehlani, where each member of Stray Kids will have a song dedicated to them and whatever toxic relationship I can come up with.
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He hated the smell of fake leather, all too potent and unsavory for a material that was supposed to be seductive. His wardrobe was filled with it, Hyunjin couldn’t help that he loved the way he looked in it, accentuating his body in all the right places. Most of the costumes he wore were leather or latex, decorated with bits of red and silver chains to add some dramatic flare. As if he couldn’t look dramatic enough, the red ribbon that tied half of his black hair up was just the icing on the cake.
You loved watching his sets, the music was always the loudest with the numbers he chose. It helped that he brought in the biggest crowds no matter how dead the club was. Your partnership with Hyunjin was a two way street; you provide drinks strong enough to get customers to spend their money on him, not that they needed them– he was just that gorgeous, and Hyunjin convinces them to go back to the bar for more and tip you well. Though of course not as well as the tips he receives. No, that kind of treatment was reserved just for the dancers.
After every set, the first thing Hyunjin did was collect his cash and hide it away backstage, then make his way back to you on the other side of the counter. Today was no different, except he added something new to his stage. Red ribbon wrapped around his bare arms, tying off between his knuckles and ends flowing freely as his hands gracefully swayed, on a mission to reach the bar. You did your best not to stare, focusing all too hard on cleaning a crystal glass that was already spotless. Hyunjin slumped at his usual barstool in the center of the counter, leaning on his arm patiently for you to acknowledge him. You didn’t have to look at him to know he needed a drink. Setting the glass down, you get him his usual.
As hard as you tried, you couldn’t keep your eyes off his arms. The sleeveless leather crop top wasn’t new attire, but the red ribbon popped against his toned muscles so nicely it made your mouth water. It wasn’t like you to thirst over him. Working in a strip club allowed you to come in contact with so many beautiful people, especially the dancers, that you’d trained yourself to keep things professional.
However Hyunjin was new, eight months ago he had joined the club and people instantly fawned over him. It made sense, his proportions were insanely right and his face resembled that of a cat, making anyone that saw him in the neon lights swoon. What didn’t make sense was why he befriended you past that of work. Of course you were friends with the other dancers, but not in the way you were with him. He’d approached you first, asking for a jager and redbull, and charmed his way into your life.
You placed the drink down in front of him, to which he chugged immediately and set the glass back down right side up. “It’s only midnight, already rough?” you asked, taking the glass to refill. As you wandered towards the back of the bar to grab the alcohol, Hyunjin groaned and slammed his head onto the counter. The thud of his forehead on the wood made surrounding customers jump and stare. You poured the drink and placed it next to him. Grabbing a clean rag, you forced his head up and put it underneath him so he had something to lay on. “When I told you you had a hard head, I didn’t mean it was made of steel.” The comment made him laugh dryly into the towel.
“It looked stupid, didn’t it?” Hyunjin lifted his head and looked you dead in the eyes. When you cocked your head at him confused, he downed the second drink and asked again. “This! The ribbon! It looked dumb, right? God, I knew I should’ve just kept to the regular routine.” He pushed the upturned glass towards you again. “‘Nother jagerbomb. More jager, less bomb.”
You didn’t question him, sighing as you switched the ratio to his preference. “I thought you looked great. Sexy,” you said and slid the glass his way, resting on your forearms in front of him.
“You always say that,” Hyunjin chugged his third drink with ease.
“I always mean it.” He set the glass down with the rim to the counter, the two of you holding a staring contest. Even in the blue and purple glow, his features were on full display. Smokey eye makeup, plump pink lips, you could even see the little mole under his eye that added to the sultriness of his persona.
You don’t always flirt with him, your friendship didn’t start out that way. It wasn’t until recently had you taken a particular liking to him in a different way. You’d just gone out on another terrible date with a guy who’d come into the club on a slow night. He’d been charming and fun to talk to in the night time scene, so when he asked you out for lunch a few days later you were excited. Upon seeing him in the sunlight, you automatically got the ick. He wasn’t how you remembered him, maybe it was the change in atmosphere or the way the daylight made it look sickly and frail. You should’ve turned tail and ran as soon as you saw him, but the good angel on your shoulder made you stick it out. That was, until he puked all over your nice white shoes. He was actually ill with the stomach bug and failed to mention it, hoping it’d pass before your date. You’d never run from a man so fast in your life.
Obviously you’d told Hyunjin about this. His first reaction wasn’t to laugh at you for choosing to go out with the guy, but rather laugh at him for making a fool of himself in front of you. The two of you were sat on the couch in his apartment, which was astonishingly clean. Both of you were a few drinks in and slightly drunk, counting his night’s tips and figuring out how he was going to budget it. When he’d gotten tired of thinking, you told the story to ease his worries. “What a loser,” he said, holding his stomach and brushing his hair back with his hand. “You deserve better.”
You’d place the dollar bills into the counting machine and turned to him, “I do! Why don’t you ever stop me from going out with these terrible people?”
“‘Cause it’s not like you listen anyways,” he nudged your knee with his, jokingly. “Even I could treat you better and I don’t even date.”
“Really? Serial lover like yourself could treat me better? Won’t believe it ‘til I see it.” You weren’t serious at the time, in fact– you were sarcastic. But it was as if your words sparked something in him. From then on, you’d catch his eyes lingering a bit longer than usual, touches frequenting your arms and shoulders, making a habit of smelling your hair whenever he hugged you. He’d offer to do things for you that you didn’t realize you needed help doing, or bringing you little things he said reminded him of you. All the telltale signs of a crush. It’d taken you a bit to warm up to the idea that your coworker turned best friend had thought of you as more than that. Honestly, it scared you a bit, leading your relationship to how it is now.
“Stop looking at me like you want to eat me,” he shied away, looking at the upside down glass.
“Stop thinking about eating me and maybe I will,” you countered, smiling up at him devilishly when the flush crept onto his cheeks. Though he was sitting on the stool and you were standing, he still towered over you. “Seriously, I love the ribbon,” your words were sincere, hoping the seriousness of your tone helped him understand. Stealing the glass from under his hand, you poured one more drink.
“You’re trying to get me drunk.”
“I am. Drunk Hyunjin always listens to me better.”
More than anything, you were compensating with your hypersexuality to combat the feelings he made bubble inside of you. Hyunjin knew this, he knew you. Which is why he never pushed himself to admit that he had more than a crush. He wanted someone unattainable and so in love with the thrill, someone he knew could never be okay with a singular, overbearingly loving person. Someone like you would never work with someone like Hyunjin.
But knowing this wasn’t the same as accepting it. So still, his heart wrenched at the doe eyes you made at him, for him. He knew exactly where you stood, you weren’t subtle in the flirting department especially since after the drunken mistake of telling him you wanted him to prove he’s better for you than anyone you could’ve dated. That’s where his dilemma lies. Hyunjin knows you love the chase, you love feeling wanted until all you receive is undying love and eventually become bored. All Hyunjin wanted to do was love you. You were a prize he wouldn’t let himself win.
On your end, you pushed the feelings down as much as possible. Somehow they always came back up as soon as he even so much as glanced in your direction. If someone had asked you what your dating life was like, you’d say pathetic, repetitive, maybe a little unhinged at times. It wasn’t like you were dating just for the sake of going on dates. You genuinely wanted to find something with someone whom you could love unconditionally and love you unconditionally back. You had. He was sitting in front of you, clad head to toe in back leather and latex and wore red ribbons in his hair. He loved your drinks, listened to you when you spoke– really listened, he tied your hair up when you had one too many drinks and helped you change clothes then tucked you into bed. Being with him was so domestic, it felt all too natural and scared the living shit out of you.
The raven haired man before you fiddled with the fabric between his knuckles. “I have one more set tonight. Will you watch?” he asked without looking at you, but taking a quick peek at the drink he’d internally battled about finishing.
“You know I will, angel. I’m your biggest fan. Remember?” Hyunjin shivered a bit at the nickname, he knew you really were his biggest fan. The feeling was mutual, that’s why he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to redirect the conversation, “my number one supporter and number one worst tipper.” With that he downed what would be his last drink on shift while keeping his eyes trained on your smiling lips, the liquid courage dripping down his throat all too casually. Bravery or stupidity, he didn’t know which it was that pushed him to drop the glass upside down again, this time brushing his hand over yours that rested on the counter while the other raised to tip your chin up, forcing you to look him directly in the eye. It was a quick moment, fleeting all too fast for either of you. Your eyes locked for the split second he had his fingertips on your face, shooting you a wink before whisking off backstage for an outfit change.
His touch left your skin burning even though the air conditioning was on full blast behind the bar. You watched him walk away, longing for the confirmation you needed just to know that he wasn’t playing with your mind. Letting out a breath you didn’t realize you held in, you let your head fall onto the towel that he was using and cursed Hwang Hyunjin for making you feel like this.
Hyunjin strode into the employee lounge of the club, throwing himself onto the first soft surface he could find. That happened to be the love seat, already preoccupied by another dancer named Felix. Hyunjin’s usual attire consisted of blacks and reds, versus Felix who opted for bubblegum pink, his signature color. The two of them next to each other looked almost comical as Hyunjin dangled his legs over the arm of the seat and rested his head in Felix’s lap. “You smell good,” Hyunjin mumbled at his friend, closing his eyes and allowing himself to relax.
“You’re so obvious,” Felix laughed at him, poking Hyunjin’s cheek. “You can’t go five minutes without talking to her.”
“I. Am. Dealing.” Hyunjin waved his hand to try and be nonchalant. It didn’t work.
“Dealing so, so terribly, my young and in love friend.” He knew the bubblegum boy was right. He didn’t try to hide it, the small stunt at the bar proved it. If anything, he was holding himself back. Maybe it was the alcohol talking. Maybe he was just over the game. Maybe he’s decided to get his answer tonight. “Lix?” His friend responded with a hum. “Do you have any white costumes I could borrow?”
The club wasn’t bustling with people, you didn’t expect it to be on a Thursday night. Jisung, another one of the club’s performers, was on stage at the moment. He was a feisty little thing on the pole, you had to admit. His stage outfit was electric colors, mainly blues and greens that complimented the lighting. Jisung liked to use big movements, strong ones that gave a wow factor instead of being continuously pleasing to the eye. It was engaging, tonight’s set in particular, you didn’t want to look away. By now, you were used to seeing the performer’s routines, however it seemed like everyone was trying something new tonight.
Hyunjin watched you from the staging area, fiddling mindlessly with the hem of his newly loaned outfit. He wouldn’t have noticed Felix standing behind him if he didn’t reach out to tighten the back drawstring of the top, “stop staring.”
“I’m not staring,” Hyunjin didn’t look away from you as he said this.
“You’re staring and being a creep.” His friend pulled hard on the strings, forcing Hyunjin to suck in a gasp. “If she doesn’t fall for you in this outfit, I think it’s time to give it up.”
The raven haired man didn’t want to think about the possibility of you not reciprocating his feelings, knowing fully well that you do. Still, it hurts a bit to imagine. He watched you as your eyes followed Jisung around the stage in a trance, though not glazed over like how you look at him. It was more like you were fascinated and intrigued. Hyunjin wasn’t oblivious to the conditions of your work, you were bound to find people attractive. The key word here; you. You found people attractive while he looked for you like a weed growing from the highway on its search for the sun. If Hyunjin had a dollar for every time his eyes searched for you in this damned club, he’d be rich– this coming from a stripper.
Felix pat his friend on the back, letting him get into his headspace for performing. Hyunjin was always a talented dancer, he knew that ever since he got the role in his middle school’s play that he was sick while being forced to audition for. It wasn’t his plan to become a stripper, however life is unexpected and he found himself in love with the freedom of it. He choreographed his own routines, dressed in a way that made him feel powerful, made a lot more money than he could have possibly done performing anywhere else. The club was his oyster, or whatever.
Shaking out his limbs and cracking his knuckles, Hyunjin strode out onto the stage, picking up his feet and exaggerating the movement of his hips. It’s definitely the alcohol, he thought as his eyes searched for you behind the bar. He watched your jaw go slack and eyes become increasingly wide, raking up and down his body.
You thought he was hot in all black, but in all white he looked simply delectable. He wasn’t wrong earlier when you continuously handed him his drink, you really did want to devour him. Only now there was an innocence that lingered in his steps towards the center pole, his face contrasting so darkly that you knew he was doing this on purpose. He wanted you to know this was for you. Hyunjin’s top was that of a latex corset. The bust area was flat against his chest but still curved to drip down his chest plate, the straps that were supposed to hold it up essentially useless. The hem of it was pointed, the tip of it just barely covering his belly button. When he turned around you could see the back was held together with ribbon, his red ribbon. Your mouth watered at the thought of being able to take it off and tie his hands together with it.
You forced yourself to blink away the thoughts as he made his descent along the silver pole. Has his ass always looked that good? Perhaps it was the tight cut out pants that showed his upper thighs, his knees, and mid calves, only attached by more red ribbon laced through it. It took a lot of strength to bring your eyes to his face again, only to find Hyunjin already looking at you with a shit eating grin. His feline eyes narrowed as the gaze held, only breaking when he spun around the pole and lifted himself up. You weren’t paying attention to the routine, even though the way his body rolled and twisted itself around the metal made your legs weak, your mind was elsewhere. Hyunjin didn’t pay any attention to you during his sets, but now with this outfit change and his stare not on anyone but you… he gave you his answer.
Even as he smoothly took the dollar bills from customers, placing it seductively into the bust of the top or the waistline of his pants, he never took more than a couple seconds to face you again. You couldn’t tell if you wanted to scream in his face for teasing you and taking his goddamn time confessing his feelings, or if you just wanted to tie him up and make him yours.
Hyunjin contorted his body around the pole in such a manner that you were sure he was going to break in half. Why let a stupid pole fold him when it could be done by you? The thoughts of him being a crying mess below you had you reaching for the liquor, as one usually does when their crush is playing hard to get. Except he wasn’t, he wasn’t hard to get at all. Hyunjin was right in front of you every second of every day and still, he’s so far away.
His set ended all too soon. You suddenly remembered that you were at work and tended to the patrons who were grabbing their fix between numbers. Hyunjin eyed you making yourself busy to avoid him, but he knew your schedule better than you did. When he was off, you were off. There was no stopping the tsunami of words he wanted to say to you.
Except one thing. The guy had come back, the guy from your latest crappy date. He was sitting in Hyunjin’s seat and making large gestures with his hands while you cocked your head at him. Hyunjin couldn’t hear what he was saying, but he saw your eyes roll before you went to turn away. But the man reached over the counter and grabbed a fistful of your hair, forcefully pulling you back.
He wasn’t sure what came over him, Hyunjin isn’t a violent person in the slightest. But when his fist made contact with the man’s face, he realized there was a first time for everything.
The man let go of your hair and stumbled back, holding the side of his cheek. His attention went from you to Hyunjin, lunging forward at the man clad in white in retaliation. Before he could reach him though, the bouncer finally showed up, grabbing the drunken man in a bear hug and throwing him outside.
You rubbed the back of your head where the man had grabbed, unable to process what just happened. The bartender who was supposed to be finishing the shift came to your aid, handing you an ice pack and saying for you to go home. However, through the chaos that jumbled your mind, you found Hyunjin standing on the opposite side of the bar, heavenly looking as always as he came in close. Even though the counter separated your bodies, it didn’t stop him from leaning over to cup your face. His mouth was moving, but none of his words registered. All you could see was the worry in his eyes as his thumbs rubbed the tops of your cheekbones. Unconsciously, you leaned into his touch, letting your head fall into his hands.
His warmth was ripped from you again all too soon, the other bartender ushered you back towards the employee lounge. They sat you down on the love seat and let you decompress. Hyunjin shooed everyone else that bustled around you away until it was just you, him, and a couple other dancers who had no idea what was happening. He knelt onto the carpet before you, running his hands along your legs, arms, or wherever else he could touch to make sure you weren’t hurt anywhere else. His hands eventually made its way up to your face again, this time able to be uninterrupted. “You just attract shitty men like flies, don’t you?” Hyunjin said softly, cradling your cheek with the hand that punched the man.
“I attracted you.” He was sure it was the adrenaline talking for you. It was definitely the comfort of a familiar person making you take his hand from your face and interlock fingers. It was absolutely because he just saved you that you were looking at him with hearts in your eyes. Hyunjin was one hundred percent positive you weren’t in love with him the way he was in love with you.
“Take me home.” It wasn’t a question, you were telling him. Hyunjin nodded, standing quickly and running to grab his and your stuff from the lockers. Throwing his jacket on and draping yours across your shoulders, you reached for his hand again. You did it so effortlessly, it was like second nature to hold onto him. You didn’t look at him as you slipped your fingers between his, but he could feel the slight tremble in them as he guided you out the backdoor. You handed him the keys to your car, letting him open the door for you and sit down. Hyunjin didn’t close the door, instead he leaned in and grabbed the seatbelt, hovering over you as he fastened you safely. For good measure, he pulled the strap until it stopped and let it click to lock in place.
As he walked around the front of your car and slipped into the driver’s seat, you asked yourself why he couldn’t understand. To reiterate, why wouldn’t he let himself understand? Why wouldn’t he let you love him and let himself love you? Why was he always keeping you at arms length when they were still wide open for you to fall into? Why was he holding back? The grip that guy had on your hair must’ve knocked some sense into you because you were starting to think maybe it wasn’t Hyunjin keeping something from blooming between the two of you.
Neither of you spoke as Hyunjin drove to your apartment. He thought over and over about how we were to explain why he punched that man for you, almost took a beating for you. Once he got into your apartment, he knew there was no going back.
You saw your building come into view, confused. “Why are we here? I said to take me home.”
“Has this not been your apartment for the last eight months?” Hyunjin responded, confused. He glanced your way, seeing if he misread what you were saying. Clearly he did. “I meant with you.” His heart skipped a couple beats as you stared into his soul with the eyes he thought could move the moon if they pleased. You stole his right hand from the steering wheel and placed it in your lap, cupping it with your own. He’d never driven home so fast in his life.
He parked and opened the car door for you again. This time, you led him up the stairs and down the hall hand in hand. As you trailed in front of him, he looked at how small your hands were compared to his, how they tightened their grip every time you felt him loosen ever so slightly. Hyunjin smiled to himself, he didn’t realize you were already at his front door. You moved to the side to let him unlock it with one hand, keeping the other close to your body. He pushed it open for you to enter, not letting him go as you both kicked off your shoes and made your way to his bedroom.
You knew it all too well, though never going further than innocent cuddles. Once inside, he closed the door behind him, watching as you shrugged your jacket off and sat on the edge of his bed. He did the same, but stayed close along the wall. Hyunjin had forgotten he was wearing the white stage outfit, suddenly feeling so revealing in the bedroom light. “I think you have something to say to me, Jinnie.”
The abrasiveness of the question brought out his own attitude, “shouldn’t you be thanking me first?” He found the dresser closest to the wall, leaning so his legs don’t give out under your stare.
You smiled, knowing he was half right. “Thank you.” The air could be cut with a knife because of how thick the tension was. “We’re both really bad at this,” you fake laughed, finding your fingers suddenly interesting.
“I can’t be bad at something I don’t do,” Hyunjin’s tone was a bit colder, realizing why you said you wanted to come over. For some reason your heart wimped at his words.
“So what, then? You’re gonna keep pretending you don’t have a crush on me?” His body froze on the spot, never thinking he’d hear his feelings being said out loud. It was something of a wakeup call. Hyunjin couldn’t bear to look at you anymore, you’d foiled his plans of ignoring the feelings until they went away. “You’re torturing me, y’know.”
“You’re one to talk about torture, Y/N,” he scoffed, unmoving. You tilted your head at him, confused. Hyunjin let out a breathy, mocking laugh. “You’re not so innocent either. How long have you known how I felt about you? And you still play into it like you know I’ll give it to you no matter what.”
“You think I’m playing with you? I flirt with you so obviously the entire club knows!” You stood from the bed, running a hand through your hair. “Are you blind? Or are you intentionally ignoring every move I make?”
Hyunjin gulped, knowing he was cornered. He recalled the reasons why he couldn’t accept your love– the fun of the chase, your freedom, his bursting heart being too much for you to handle. “I can’t be yours,” he finally said, swallowing the lump in his throat.
“And why not?” Anger began to boil in your blood, he was purposefully avoiding your interrogation. The room started to get hot and stuffy, but that was probably just both of you getting worked up. You stared at him in anticipation for his answer, but Hyunjin couldn’t get the words out. He didn’t know how to tell you that he didn’t believe you could change your ways, despite how much he wished you could. You were impatient, and frankly, tired of waiting for him. “Fine. That’s fine. I’ll tell you exactly how I feel.
“You’re so goddamn pessimistic. For a hopeless romantic, nothing I do is ever good enough for you! I practically throw myself at you– let everyone know I’m so head over fucking heels for you and I get fuck all back!” Hyunjin opened his mouth to defend himself, but you cut him off. “NO! You let me finish,” he sealed his lips in a fake zipping motion. “I put myself out there because of you– for you because I know you won’t do it yourself. I know how scared you are of falling in love and realizing that it might not be real. But fuck– stop making me out to be the bad guy for just trying to show you what could be if you’d just fucking let me.” Heat stung at the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill any second. You sniffled, blinking excessively to hold back the dam in your lash line.
Hyunjin’s ears were ruby red, he knew on some level you were right. It didn’t mean he was wrong, though. “Are you done?” he asked, though not in an antagonizing manner. You nodded, hugging your arms across your chest. “I can’t be yours because you’ll never be mine. You want something so completely different than I do, we aren’t even in the same fucking realm anymore. I don’t want someone who will run away because I love them, who won’t get tired of me giving them my all.” Hyunjin pushed himself off of the dresser and took two steps to close the distance between you, his breath fanning across your lips. “I’m a hopeless romantic, fine. But you’re the serial lover, not me.” He threw your past words in your face like it was an insult. And honestly, it hurt coming from him.
The tears flowed freely now, you didn’t bother trying to wipe them away. You wanted him to see every part of you, never feeling the need to hide from him. Especially not now. “Well fuck me for trying then, right?” The puffiness of your eyes made it hard to blink. Grabbing your jacket off the floor, you gave him one last tear filled look before walking away.
Your exit was cut short. The jacket was ripped from your hand as soon as you reached for the door knob. Turning, Hyunjin was already standing directly behind you with tears of his own. The proximity of his face in front of yours made you stumble back into the door, his arms caging you in as they placed on either side of your head. “Why do you get to walk away again? Why don’t you get to be the bad guy? Why you so fucking irritating? Yet all I can think about doing is ripping your clothes off,” he words came out much quicker and agitated than he planned, not even catching himself saying the last sentence until he watched your eyes dart back and forth between his own and his lips.
“Is that what you want?” Your voice was low, suggestive as Hyunjin’s tongue licked his lower lip. He nodded hesitantly. Reaching to swipe a lingering tear from his cheek, he found his body overheating at the light gesture. You’d hardly touched him and he was already crumbling beneath you. Hyunjin felt his chest tighten as you rubbed your thumb into his cheek. Just as he was going to relax into your hand, your fingertips pinched his skin. He let out a small yelp and you shoved him away. “I don’t like you playing with me like this, Hwang Hyunjin. You sort your shit out before talking about wanting to me to fuck you. Maybe next time, I’ll actually do it.” Stealing your jacket off the ground before he could protest, you left.
Hyunjin didn’t know what to do. He stood in the middle of his bedroom with his hand stupidly rubbing over where you’d pinched him and dumbfounded look. Even without you directly in front of him, your words were enough to keep him flustered for the rest of the night.
It was radio silence from you, not a single call or text from your end of the phone. This confused Hyunjin more than he already was. You closed the door in his face, but not all the way. Your offer still stood, the words replaying in his mind over and over for the next two days until you were expected to be back at the bar. He’d contemplated showing up at your doorstep and asking for your forgiveness, but remembered he had nothing to be sorry for. In his mind, he was in the right for standing his ground and telling you no. But he also remembered how he shot himself in the foot by saying he wanted to fuck you in the same sentence as him trying to prove a point.
There was something else you implied before you stormed out that kept him up at night. You fuck him? He couldn’t recall if he’d heard you right. Part of him wishes he had.
Hyunjin had just finished his first stage of the night before you were supposed to clock in. If you were still up to your old antics, he knew you’d gotten there early to watch him. His suspicions were correct, spotting you leaning against the wall near the entrance of the club, eyes trained completely on him. Your face was expressionless with your arms loose at your side, one holding onto the strap of your bag. Through the dim and color bending lights, he saw you raise one eyebrow at him, smirking in an unamused way and walking towards the back lounge. Hyunjin did his best not to seem frantic as he made his way off the stage in search of you.
He tried and failed miserably.
Hyunjin practically fell through the lounge door, knocking it harshly against the wall with a bang. It made you jump as you shoved your bag into your usual locker next to his. Looking over your shoulder and seeing it was him, body glistening with sweat in all its glory, you turned your back to him again. Ignoring his name being called by Felix and some questions from the other dancers, he strode up to the backside of your locker and shut it closed while you were still rummaging. “Hey! What the fuck?!” you shouted at him.
No words came out of his mouth as you looked up at him annoyed. Hyunjin hoped you could see the desperation and longing in his eyes. Judging by the way your face softened as you made eye contact, you did. You let out a deep breath, pushing his hand off your locker and opening it again. “Not now, Jinnie. Save it for after we’re out of here.” The nickname should’ve made him relax a bit, but the thought of you meeting with him after work had him tensed all over.
“You’ll come over later?” was all he could get out.
“Have you done what I said?” Hyunjin was all too eager to nod. “Then yeah, I’ll come over.” Grabbing your bar keys, you closed the locker again. “Hyunjin?” You called his name so beautifully, even if it was laced with a bit of anger. “Hm?”
You took a step closer to him, getting in close to whisper in his ear, “talk to me at all today without me speaking to you first, pull any stunts like you did last time, or mention to anyone what happened, I’ll make sure you’re really crying when we get home.” His stomach almost dropped out of his ass as your breath warmed the skin along his neck, raising goosebumps. He didn’t respond, you didn’t count his whimper. “Speak.”
“Yes,” it came out as more of a plea than an answer. Pulling back from him, you looked up to meet his gaze, mischievous and provocative. Tilting your head at him innocently, you brushed a strand of hair that was matted to his sweaty forehead back, running your fingertips along the side of his face with a feather light touch. Hyunjin resisted the urge to fold to his knees. It was going to be a long shift.
Dancing wasn’t the same, but not in a bad way. Hyunjin found himself dancing with a newfound purpose, no longer simply because he liked it. Now, he danced to impress. Specifically, to impress the bartender that smiled at him as if he were a meal and she was the devil of gluttony, waiting to feast. It didn’t go unnoticed by you, the way Hyunjin’s black latex-covered hips swirled dramatically slower, delicate hands wrapping all the more sensually around the pole. You let it slide, loving how you knew he was doing it for you. It was his last set, which meant you were almost off work as well. The clock at the back of the bar read 2:30 a.m., you were both going to need a bit of liquid luck if he came to the conclusion you were hoping for.
The music ended, queuing for Hyunjin to exit the stage. He did as he always does, stash his well earned cash in his locker and make his way back to you. Sitting in his seat, you poured him his drink wordlessly, another empty glass sitting next to it. He smiled when he noticed you adding his same drink into the glass. You slid the drink towards him, taking your own into your hand and raising it, “bottoms up, baby.” You winced at the alcohol, questioning how Hyunjin could possibly take these one after another. Jager had to be one of your least favorite liquors, vodka being at the top of the list. You and vodka had an unspoken rivalry, something Hyunjin always made fun of you for, but not today.
He followed suit, downing the drink and putting it right side up. Hyunjin held onto it as you poured another for both of you. You both had three servings of the drink before calling it a night. You’d filled in the next bartender in on everyone’s tabs and other information, taking your time as Hyunjin waited impatiently at the end of the bar for you. Standing in the middle of the club, still in his stage outfit that stood out incredibly more amongst patrons, made him feel exposed. You watched him squirm, covering his bare arms with his hands and looking around aimlessly. Letting out a small laugh, you thought he had been waiting long enough, patting your coworker on the shoulder and finding Hyunjin. He didn’t notice you until you grabbed one of his cold hands, pulling him along with you to the back lounge.
The lounge was empty, thankfully the hecticness of the weekend had everyone out on the floor. You didn’t stop walking until you reached the lockers, dropping his hand to grab your stuff. He did the same, you finished before him and shut your cubby. As soon as Hyunjin closed his locker and turned around, you pushed his exposed chest back abruptly and held him there pinned. A wicked smile plastered over your face, you held up your car keys, “you’re driving.”
It felt like deja vu, him driving home from work with you in the passenger seat. Only now, there was a completely different energy in the small space. You weren’t the damsel in distress he’d saved a couple of nights ago, he wasn’t in control of himself anymore, and he had no idea what the hell you were going to do to him when you got him alone. Whatever it is you had planned, he couldn’t wait to see.
Before he knew it, Hyunjin was opening the door to his apartment and letting you inside. Shoes kicked aside and bags dropped at the doorway, you pulled him into his bedroom again. He wasn’t sure what to do with himself, awaiting your instructions at the doorway of the room. He watched your back as you faced his bed, slowly stripping your jacket. Hyunjin licked his lips, suddenly noticing your outfit in the normal light. To say you were the best dressed bartender he’d ever seen was an understatement.
Black high waisted shorts hardly covered your smooth legs, a black blouse tucked into them. The rouched ends of the puffer sleeves made your arms look long and elegant. Still not facing him, you unclipped the claw that held your hair up, letting it fall free. Oh how Hyunjin wanted to smell your hair, knowing it’d be what heaven smells like. You finally turned around, running a hand through your mane and tousseling it effortlessly. Your scent wafted over him, damning the air conditioning for pushing it his way. “I know I’ve been… ignoring… you all night. But all jokes aside, we need to have a talk,” you voiced, breaking Hyunjin from his trance.
Nodding, he gulped and gestured for you to sit on the bed. You sat face to face, your legs to the side of your body as Hyunjin mirrored your position. “I’m not going to do anything you don’t want me to,” you started, looking him dead in the face. “But that also means I’m not going to force you to say what I wish you would,” although he nodded, Hyunjin wasn’t quite sure what you were trying to say. You picked up on this, “I mean I’m not going to fuck you if you don’t feel the same, but I’m also not going to pressure you into saying you do. So really, it’s your choice, Jinnie. Just don’t do anything out of pity. I don’t need that.” Something he always loved about you was how straightforward you were, it was a quality he wished he possessed.
He stayed quiet, contemplating his next move. Hyunjin knew that if he let himself feel everything he’d been burying inside, he’s risking his heart. However, there was a part of him that wanted the risk, wanted to take the chance on you because he’s only ever imagined that you wouldn’t walk away from him the way you so easily do all of the other love interests you’d sped through. Maybe it was his savior complex, hoping that he could tame the wild beast inside of you that kept your habits so cold. His intentions were pure, but he was completely unsure of yours.
“You need to tell me what you’re thinking. I’m not a mind reader,” your voice softened, eyes crinkling at the corners to ease the tension.
“You scare me to death,” he blurted without thinking. Your expression didn’t change, the silence egging him to continue. “I’ve known I wanted you since the second I saw you. I’ve never wanted someone so badly in my life.” The knife in your heart placed there from the last time you were in his bedroom twisted. “But I know that when you leave me, it’ll ruin me.” He pulled the knife out, leaving you to bleed.
The consequences of your actions were catching up now, apparently it was bad karma to have one too many failed relationships. You had confessed to the one person you couldn’t live without and he was avoiding you like the plague because he was terrified of rejection. All of the feelings that he stirred inside of you couldn’t have been put into words, you had no way of easing the fear that you instilled in him.
With your heart in your hands, beaten and bloody just for him, you said softly, “how do I show you that it’s always been you?”
Hyunjin couldn’t stop himself from crashing his lips onto yours, the weight of your words heavy enough to tip him over the brink of insanity. It caught you off guard for a second, the lips you’ve fantasized about finally being pressed against you. Noticing your hesitation, Hyunjin pulled away, looking for any signs of regret in your face. His mouth dropped in embarrassment, “I– I’m sorry. I don’t–”
“Shut up for a second. I’m trying to see something,” you pulled him by the straps of his latex harness, connecting your lips again, this time moving against him in an act of passion. It was a sensual, closed mouthed kiss at first, as seconds passed it became heated. Your tongue swiped along his lower lip, asking for entrance that was granted a second later. From his top, your hands traced against the bare skin of his shoulders, up his neck and into his long hair, tugging him impossibly closer. Hyunjin let himself fall into the kiss, bracing himself with one hand on your thigh and the other cupping your jaw. If you could pay attention to it, you’d feel his fingertips brushing up to reach the hem of your shorts, pulling you into him by the hips. Bodies pressed together in a breathless mess, lips slick with mixed saliva, you were engulfed in his scent.
Hyunjin couldn’t stop his hands from feeling every piece of your exposed skin he could get his hands on, kneading at the flesh with want. Before you could completely lose yourself in him, you broke the kiss, out of breath. “Hyun, tell me you want this,” the words came out as best as you could manage. He nodded, leaning in to catch your lips again but you held him back. “I’m serious. I’m here to stay. For good, if you’ll have me. I need to know you are too.”
“I am… I am,” Hyunjin paused, looking into your eyes that showed no indication of regret. “Please, just… love me.” You didn’t need anything else, shoving him back into the bed by his shoulders and throwing a leg over him to straddle. You didn’t need to look down to see him strain against his pants as he reached up to pull your face in for another kiss. Sitting down fully on top of him, you let him control the pace of the kiss while your hands worked the back side zipper of his stage top. You grind your hips into his just the littlest bit, earning a muffled moan into your mouth. Hyunjin tried not to hold too tightly onto your neck as he instinctively bucked up into you. His mouth ravaged yours, his tongue attempting to win dominance. The bulge in his pants desperately rutting up against you was an indication of who was really in charge. Pulling away, his lips chased as you reached to stroke the top of his hair, tucking it behind his ear. “Slowly, angel. We have all the time in the world.” Hyunjin let out a deep sigh, nodding and licking his lips.
He looked up at you from beneath as if you had carved his name into the moon, marking it as his. Your smile down at him was just as sweet as it was sinful as you continued to run your fingers through his hair. “Can I take this off?” You pulled at the undone zipper of his top. Hyunjin didn’t hesitate to sit up in order to slip his head out of it, tossing somewhere he’d have to find later. You did the same, unbuttoning and unzipping your shorts so you could whip your blouse off with ease. His lips automatically connected with the skin of your stomach, kissing third degree burns as he made his way up, teeth nibbling at the hem of your bra. Your own hands raked lightly along the sides of his upper body to sling up and over his shoulders to pull him in closer.
The heat of your bodies together was starting to become unbearable, what minimal clothes you both wore being far too suffocating. The red ribbon in his hair was still tied in a neat bow until your fingers nimbly pulled at the string, letting it fall loose to frame his beautiful face. Practically plying his mouth from your collar bone, you pushed Hyunjin onto his back again to sit up tall and unclasp your bra. His mouth hung in awe as you freed yourself, almost succeeding in sitting up to lock his lips around your nipple. You held him down by the neck, applying the slightest pressure to hold him still.
He let out a short whimper, catching himself before you could hear anymore. “Who knew angel had a thing for choking,” you teased, adding more weight to his throat and bending over to kiss his chest. Your fingertips traced down the line of his abs as you nibbled gently on his pectoral. Pressing your hips harder onto him earned you another moan, this time louder. “Y/N please,” he pleaded through the grip on his windpipe.
“Please what? Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you,” you detached your lips from his skin to kiss up the column of his neck, freeing it from your grasp.
“Touch me,” his hands locked your hips in place as he rubbed against your clothed core, hoping for any sort of friction. You let him have his fun, enjoying the neediness that forced his crotch to continuously rise in search for yours. “Look at you,” you said just above a whisper, gently biting on his ear lobe. Hyunjin’s grip on your hips were sure to leave a bruise, not that you minded. “Trying to use me to get yourself off, hm? Like the little bitch in heat you are, isn’t that right angel?” The sultriness of your degrading words only made him grip you tighter and groan, pulling your body flush against his as he continued to hump you through the latex of his pants.
“N-not enough,” he begged, burying his face between your breasts. Unwrapping his arms, you reached down to work the confines of his pants, wiggling them off of him then releasing yourself from your shorts. Both of you only in your underwear, he rutted against you again, the heat from your core urging his primal instincts to the surface. “Cum like this, like the slut you are and you can have me however you want.” You meant it in more ways than one.
The thought of him being so desperate, so in need of you lit a fire in your gut. Hyunjin should’ve been more humiliated, attempting to fuck into you through the fabric that separated the part of him he so insanely needed you to touch. You were just the same, pushing your hips back and forth over him to rub your clit in all the right ways. The strangeness of the soft, yet incredibly rock hard feeling between your legs was enough to make you light headed in pleasure.
He was overtaken by lust, not satisfied with the pace you were going. Hyunjin grabbed the underside of your thigh and flipped you onto your back, the abrupt movement making you yelp. He let out what could only be described as a deep growl, forcing his hands underneath your knees to hold your legs up and give him full access to your clothes pussy. The dark patch in the middle of your pink panties continued to spread, fueling his desire even more.
You let out a shaky breath, waiting for him to move. Your hips twitched up, breaking him from his trance on your cunt to dive back into your neck and wrap your legs around his torso. His hips moved at a speed much faster than yours, pushing his cock into the fabric of his boxers incredibly hard, you were sure it was borderline painful. You let your head fall back onto the bed as he sucked at your neck, containing his moans while you couldn’t help but voice yours. “You can do it, angel. Cum for me.”
Hyunjin had never been able to release on command until now, the seduction in your tone and his need to please you overtaking his senses as he spilled into his boxers. He let out a long groan, ceasing his attack on your neck as his body shivered. You raked your hands through his hair and up and down his back, calming him through his first high. The warmth from his cum made your pussy tremble against his softening cock, to which he felt as well.
He caught his breath, regaining enough strength to push onto his forearms and look into your eyes. As fucked out as he was, he was still so beautiful. “So good for me, angel,” you stroked his flustered cheek. Fingertips found his chin, then his lips and softly thumbing it. “Use me,” you whispered.
A light switch flipped in him. His dick sprang back to life at almost complete solidity again at your permission. Sucking in a deep breath, he kissed your lips with a roughness not present before. He bit your lip harshly, getting you to moan. Leaving your mouth to bite down the center of your chest, Hyunjin slipped his hand down to cup your aching cunt, fingertips rubbing too lightly over the wet spot he was so fixated on earlier. His focus was split between nibbling on your breasts and pushing your underwear to the side, too impatient to take it off completely.
Deciding on which of your body parts to ravish, Hyunjin caught your nipple between his teeth and gave it a hard pull before flattening his tongue against it soothingly. Still, his fingers didn’t stop toying with your underwear, alternating between pulling it and sliding between your folds. You couldn’t help your back arching into his touch, entirely too caught up in the feeling of him to realize he was pulling your underwear down.
He would never tell you this, but he had a thing for panties. After seeing your pretty little pink ones soaked in your arousal, smelling like you, he couldn’t help but toss it towards his hamper in the closet, hopefully disappearing from your vision so you’d forget about it. Never in his right mind did he expect to steal a pair of yours, let alone ones that were filthy with your essence and freshly stripped from your body. That was another fantasy for later.
One last bite to your chest, Hyunjin kissed his way further down to meet your cunt at eye level. It was sopping wet, waiting to be devoured. Self restraint gone, he threw your legs over his shoulders and dove in, licking a fat stripe up your center. Another loud moan ripped from you, encouraging him to grab hold of the tops of your thighs and sit up so that you were practically folded in half.
He didn’t stop his attack on your cunt, sucking and licking and occasionally nipping at your clit. The immense pleasure forced your eyes shut, mouth dropping into an ‘O’ shape and crying out for him, “shit, angel. Just like that– fuck,” you got particularly loud when he dipped his tongue into your entrance, rubbing his nose against the swollen bud. Hearing you out of breath and loud for him, Hyunjin felt his cock throbbing again. He couldn’t help himself anymore, he wasn’t sure when he found the time to free himself of his soiled underwear. A few more licks at your cunt and he pulled away, despite your whining.
He stood fully onto his knees then fell back onto his heels, adjusting you so your ass rested on his thighs and he could still fully see your soaking cunt. Holding onto your thigh with one hand, he used the other to line himself up with your pussy. He pushed in with almost no resistance, still, the warmth of your heat wrapping around his cock was sinfully delicious. You weren’t immune to the pleasure, the split had your eyes rolling back as he bottomed out and let you adjust to his size. It took all the effort he had left not to buck into you before you were ready, but the clench of your pussy made it incredibly difficult. “Move baby,” you called out, voice broken and forehead sheer with sweat.
Starting off with slow rocks, Hyunjin pushed down the bubbling feeling in his lower stomach, opting to move one of his large hands to thumb your clit while simultaneously pushing below your gut to distract himself. This made your brain go fuzzy with pleasure, curling your toes at the feeling of every vein of his cock. Though it didn’t take Hyunjin long to get lost in the warmth you surrounded him in, thumb stuttering to a stop and palm digging into your lower stomach even more. He felt around for himself in your gut, feeling the tip of his cock inside of you with every thrust. It made your body feel as though thousands of volts of electricity hit every one of your nerve endings whenever he hit your sweet spot. It was like he was playing with it, judging by the way he kneaded the skin on the surface.
There was no stopping the way he hammered into you, using you to get himself off for a second time. You loved every moment of it. He was finally putting himself first, granted you gave him the power to do it. You loved making him feel as though he was in control when in reality, he was the gun and you were the bullets.
Your body went weak under him, letting him hold you up by the hips as he guided you back and forth on his cock at a bone breaking pace. The spasming of your walls were getting stronger, becoming more frequent as Hyunjin found your clit again and started drawing figure eights into it. His eyes went back and forth between your boobs bouncing and where your bodies connected, settling to see the ring of cream that formed at the base of his dick. Needing something to hold on to, you reached for his hand that was doing its best to hold your hips in the air.
You were oh so close to your climax, Hyunjin could feel it as well. His hips began to get messy with its thrusts, resorting to short and hard ones that repeatedly hit your g-spot. That combined with the stimulation on your clit, you were on the absolute brink. “Give it to me. Let me feel you,” Hyunjin moaned out. His words were all it took for the pleasure to overfill your body, tipping you into a toe curling wave of ecstasy and releasing a cry from your gut. He felt your pussy flutter rapidly around his cock, but it was the way your back arched and your hand, so tiny compared to his, reached out to grab and intertwine with his fingers that shoved him into his second high. Your pussy milked him for all he had left, tightening the hold on your hand and dropping your hips to hunch over you, shuddering in pleasure.
Hyunjin’s head rested between the valley of your breasts, needing to compose himself. You didn’t rush him, pulling him closer by dragging your nails lightly along his scalp. He didn’t want to move, too in love with the feeling of your skin on his and the comfort of his softening cock still inside of you. But the overwhelming need to pee flushed over you, having to break his post-nut tranquility early by gently tapping the top of his head. He– reluctantly– let you go, pulling out and watching the way his cum slowly dripped down your abused cunt. You laughed at the way his eyes were solely trained on the fluid leaking out of you. In a way, it was endearing, strangely so. Still, you needed to get up. In order to not leak onto the bed, Hyunjin scooped what he could with his fingers. The response was automatic, you opened your mouth for him to let you lick his cum from his digits, swallowing. The sight almost had the blood rushing to his cock, but the lack of strength left in his body prohibited it.
You were quick to use the bathroom, wiping away anything left over and flushing the toilet. When you returned to the bedroom, Hyunjin had a large shirt laid over the mattress, presumably for you seeing as he was already beneath the sheets. Although he was on his back not facing you, he heard your footsteps and held open his arms for you to join him.
That same feeling from before coursed through you, domesticity. His bed felt like home as you wiggled your way beside him. Long arms encompassed you, the stress of the day finally catching up. You let out a deep, content sigh, listening to the sound of Hyunjin’s heartbeat.
He couldn’t tell for sure if you’d fallen asleep yet, but he thought if he didn’t act now, he wasn’t sure when he’d have the courage to say it again. “I love you,” he said. You’d heard it, clear as day and felt him press a kiss to the top of your head. You didn’t respond, shutting your eyes and hoping to wake in the morning with a mind that wasn’t racing a million miles and hour.
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A/N: im so excited for this one!! I wrote this faster than I wrote the first two parts cus of the love F&MU got, it really motivated me to get this done before my trip. That being said I'm not sure how much time I'll have for writing while I'm gone, hopefully I can get some of part 4 done. I'm still deciding who I want to do hehehehe I have a few ideas.
As usual, feedback is always appreciated whether it be constructive, random thoughts, or just wanted to talk about the plot!!
I'M SO FUCKING IN LOVE WITH THIS. I am undeniably infatuated, fixated, obsessed, possessed, immensely attached, fond, devoted, dedicated to, enamored, crazy, wild, insane, consdumed, ADDICTED with this hyune fic. i will truly never compare to this writing. it is absolutely amazing.
you'd gotten bored so you stood up and walked around the room, circling each of them to check if they were actually doing their homework.
why their homework? they were allowed to bring stuff that was educational so they were able to do something, the system was more lenient when it came to youngsters that way.
"your answer on number three is wrong." you pointed out as seungcheol shot you a glare which you only responded with,
"glaring at me won't make it right, you used the wrong formula dumbass" you state sarcastically, rolling you eyes as he continued to stare you down.
"at least help me, what's the right one?" he questioned through gritted teeth, making you grin, triumphant.
"really? you want my help? i thought you were smarter than that.." you continue to taunt as you sit beside him, a mischievous glint in your eyes as you rest your feet on another desk near you.
"clearly not if i had one wrong.."
"yeah cheol, you're supposed to tranpose these two first then add and then divide them before you can subtract." jeonghan pointed out, eyes on his friend's paper as his pencil guided cheol's eyes to identify the mistakes.
"thanks han, no thanks to you." cheol smiled kindly at his friend before throwing you a flip of the finger.
"welcome."
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"the fuck you taunting us for?" mingyu suddenly asked, turning around to face you, wonwoo following his gaze.
"boredom mostly." you answer bluntly as you let your head tilt to the side, a bored expression on your face as you make eye contact with mingyu.
for a split second, you allow yourself to stare at him, looking up and down to which he smirks. "you just checked me out. charming." mingyu mocks, pouting a you as he rests his head on the head of the chair.
"i know, i'm downright lovely. aren't i seungcheol?" you giggle as he rolls his eyes, focus projected solely on his assignment.
'damn. why this girl gotta be so annoying?' han thinks to himself as he stares at the english question he struggled to understand, only eavesdropping instead of trying to remember his teacher's recent discussion on the topic.
"she always this annoying woo?" mingyu queries as he then turns to wonwoo, eyebrow raised in a manner to display some form of curiosity.
"she's better in home ec class, nicer actually." wonwoo answers casually, raising his head to look at mingyu, eyes wandering to you for a second before returning to mingyu.
"really? then why's she so annoying here?" jeonghan quips, placing down his pencil as he turns to wonwoo, a slightly annoyed expression on his face.
"beats me." wonwoo shrugs, shifting to look at vernon, whom was sitting beside him, quietly answering his anatomy homework.
vernon and you actually shared the same class although you two never noticed each other, you knes his face to be familiar and yours to him. that was why he was a bit surprised when he saw you in the room earlier.
"hey guys, the hell does a retina for again?" vernon asks, out of the blue, making the guys look up from their own papers and turn to vernon.
"i don't know man, you're the only one that takes anatomy, remember?" mingyu says as he takes the paper from vernon to read the question. vernon sighs, knowing that it was gonna bother him to not know.
"it receives imagines then send it back to the through the optic nerve to the brain as um electric signals right?" you remember, wracking your brain as you try to remember what you studied the other day. hopefully it was correct.
"you take anatomy?" vernon asks you, pen pointed in your direction. you nod nonchalantly, lips pursed as you fidget with your thumbs.
"anatomy and chemistry i believe."
"oh so that's why you're familiar. i sometimes saw you in class." vernon smiles as he remembers your presence, you sometimes answered in class so he somewhat knew of your existence although not entirely someone he fully memorized the appearance of. a blurry, detailed image of you resided in his mind.
"how come you guys don't know each other? wonwoo and whats-her-name know each other" jeonghan wonders, completely abandoned the english question on his paper.
"y/n. my name's y/n. and anyways i don't think he came into class a lot, usually just online maybe?"
"oh yeah, i usually smoked weed and fell asleep on the benches before my early morning classes..." vernon laughed as he reminisced, eyes directed at the pen he balanced between his fingers.
"you gotta stop smoking weed vern" seungcheol spoke up as he placed his pencil down, hands moving to rest on the back of his head. his legs spread a bit more as his looked at vernon, eyes clouded.
"you gotta stop fucking sorority girls then." vernon pointed out, pen directed accusingly at his friend.
"yeah as if he can." wonwoo butted in, a small giggle eliciting out of him.
"not my fault they want me." seungcheol grins, a lustful shine in his eyes as he laughs darkly.
you felt drool collecting in your mouth as crossed your legs, lightly biting your lip as you continued to examine seungcheol from head to toe.
'god, if i'd known he existed i'd probably be one of those whores he fucked by now...' you thought to yourself as you began to think about how he'd probably converse with someone if he found them attractive enough to fuck.
as the conversation between them carried on, you were lost in your own thoughts, wondering about each of their personalities, your gaze drifting between who you were wondering about as of the moment.
"oh look cheol, looks like someone wants to be a sorority girl" han teased, his lips curving into a small smile as he drawed on the back of his notebook, creating small doodles he knew to be of no worth.
everyone quieted down as they turned to you. yet, you could not be pulled out of your thoughts, that was until seungcheol's eyes pierced through you.
jaw relaxed, lips slightly parted, eyes lazy as he slightly shifts them towards you, causing you to raise your eyebrows before returning to earth. "didn't think you were one for players y/n." wonwoo remarked innocently, both hands on the head of the chair as he continues to look at you.
"huh?" you say as you shoot him a puzzled look.
"don't deny it, you liked us the moment we came in.. didn't you?" seungcheol laughed as his fingers found way to hold your jaw.
'hm, cocky.'
"wish for it the next time you're ripping open a condom." you answer swiftly, confidence unwavering as you gently return his hand, but not without taking the ring.
"i'll take this, yeah?"
"you never know, the next one might be used on you." seungcheol corrected, the same shit-eating grin on his face as he spoke, eyes never breaking contact with yours.
you leaned closer. "probably when you jerk off to my photos later."
"damn, sick burn" vernon mumbled, making mingyu hide his giggles behind wonwoo. wonwoo pursed his lips to keep from laughing at vernon's careless comment at the scene.
seungcheol bit his lip and simply turned around, making you feel even more victorious than you already were.
silence had filled the room in the span of minutes, no one would speak after that comment.
within those few minutes, jerry had checked the clock and saw that it was time to release you and them from detention. he opened the door and immediately instructed them to stand up, to which they responded by picking up their homework and standing up.
you followed suit, standing up and pulling up your fitted jeans. "have a nice time with them?" jerry joked, a happy smile on his face as he cuffed them back up.
one by one, you watched each of them get handcuffed by jerry before they'd gotten scurried away from the room.
"see you round' y/n!" mingyu yelled, causing a small smile to grace your features.
( a/n: i was bored sorry, deal with it and i'll fix it in the morning either way )
[ part two ]
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[ 2:44 AM ]
your dad owned a prison warden and to be able to get some work experience to put down on your college applications, you decided to work there every summer and weekends since you were 15.
it wasn't as though there was anything to worry about, there was usually a guard nearby watching you in case anything escalated.
as you flipped through your book, legs propped up on the table, you hear the door click. you immediately set your legs down as 'jerry' comes in with a row of young delinquents, five to be precise.
"i hot the person watching us is hot" you hear one quip as he's hit to the head by someone else telling him he was stupid.
"shut it vern, they're probably some old g-" they take a pause upon seeing you sitting in the desk chair, leg propped up whilst the other dangled on the floor. you were simply laying your head back as you hear them walk in.
"hey jerry" you greeted normally, not even bothering to look up from your position.
"hey y/n. small crowd today" he greeted politely, trudging the delinquents to sit down on the desks in front of yours. once the door was closed, you look away from the ceiling.
turning to look, you're met with five absurdly attractive males. they seemed familiar.
"oh she's the girl from my home ec class" one of them, you believe to be wonwoo, the general campus crush of sorts spoke up, looking at the others to check their reactions.
without a word, you stand up. "hi, i'm y/n and i'll be your juvenile detention guard. mess with me speak to jerry, got that?" you end your statement with a soft smile as you begin to examine one of them from head to toe.
they were bruised, quite badly at that, a large red and purple bruise on the side of their face whilst one was also visible on their shoulders.
"i'd rather you come fight me than jerry if i mess up" one of them says, brown wavy hair, tall, tan complexion.
"sit down." you demand but rather than following, you're instead disobeyed as they continue standing, staring at you.
"hi okay hear me? sit down or else."
"what? you gonna hit us?" the other laughed, pointing a mocking finger at you. black hair, red lips, defined jawline, small almond eyes.
"JERRY!"
"okay bitch, we'll sit down." another murmured, blonde, shoulder length hair, high nose and cheekbones, light soft skin, light eyes.
"thank you."
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after about 10 minutes of them doing their homework, one of them suddenly spoke. "don't you at least want to know our names?"
you shook your head as you turned your magazine.
"alright whatever, i'm vernon, he's seungcheol, mingyu, uh wonwoo and then jeonghan." he introduced them one by one as he pointed out who was who, although a bit distracted, you still returned some sort of attention as he introduced them.
Essentially part two in a series of stupid things i think about when i’m bored and subject my friends to at all hours of the night.
DISCLAIMER: This is strictly for laughs and i don’t pretend to actually know any members of svt or what they prefer. For the love of joshua hong, pls do not take this seriously (except hoshi, cuz it’s true)
Today, my brain was tickled with the question of what kind of dumb shower habits do each member of svt look like they’d have. Conclusions below:
i never really got like a chance to thank you but uh THANK YOU FOR OVER 250 FOLLOWERS!!!!! hot damn i didn't think i'd end up here tbh
I'm very grateful to everyone that likes my fics or really relates to them because it just means I'm doing something for the KPOP community, for me, I feel as though that's not even enough though. You guys deserve sm and I hope that you're living your best lives!!! <3333
