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Marked by Stripes - S. ES

Female!Reader x Song Eunseok

Summary : You hated him the moment he let the elevator doors close in your face. Now... he's your new CEO. Cold, unreadable and watching you like you're the only thing that matters.

What you don't know? Something inside him has already chosen you.

Word count: 3,6 k

The morning had already gone wrong, you knew it the second your alarm didn't go off. Everything after that just confirmed it.

You rushed through your apartment half dressed with mismatched earrings and your coffee forgotten on the counter as you scrambled to grab your bag. The elevator in your building had taken too long, traffic had been worse and now you were sprinting across the polished lobby floor of your office building, heels clicking too loudly.

"Shit-Shit-shit."

The elevator doors were closing.

"Hold it- !!!"

Your voice echoed sharper than you intended, hand shooting out as you tried to close the distance..and for a second you thought you made it as the doors paused then they slid shut anyway right in your face.

You froze. "..Are you serious?"

Your reflection stared back at you from the metal doors, clearly annoyed and now officially late. A sharp exhale left you as you jabbed the button repeatedly, like that would somehow undo what just happened. "Asshole." You muttered under your breath.

You didn't know why it irritated you so much, people missed elevators all the time, it wasn't personal. But something about the way it happened...the way he saw you.

You pressed your lips together, shaking your head as the next elevator took it's sweet time arriving. "Whatever, such a great start to the day."

⊹

When you finally made it up to your floor, you expected the usual. The low hum of conversations, the clacking of keyboards, even the sound of someone laughing too loudly near the break room. Instead you were met with silence.

Your steps slowed. "Okay, that's weird."

The atmosphere felt off, tense. Like something had shifted while you were gone. People were at their desks but quieter than usual, their eyes flickering towards one specific direction.

The CEO's office.

Your brows furrowed as you walked in further, scanning the room.

"There you are."

You turned towards the familiar voice, relief immediately softening your expression. "Yeri" you breathed when you dropped your bag onto your desk. "Why does it feel like someone died?"

Yeri leaned in closer with her eyes wide. "No one is dead." She whispered dramatically. "Worse."

"Worse??" you repeated.

Before she could answer you, two more figured joined the both of you. "Finally" Karina said, crossing her arms. "Do you have any idea what you just missed?"

"And here i thought today couldn't get worse." You sighed, dropping down onto your chair. Miyeon leaned against your desk, her voice lowering. "The new CEO is here."

You blinked. "Already?"

You'd heard rumors of course, the previous CEO stepping down while his son Song Eunseok is taking over. Rumors had it that he was young, ruthless and apparently terrifying. But you didn't expect him to show up unannounced. "That explains the funeral vibes." You muttered.

Karina snorted. "Funeral? Please...more like execution."

Yeri nodded enthusiastically. "He walked in and suddenly everyone remembered how to do their job."

"That's.. not comforting." You said flatly.

Miyeon tilted her head towards the glass walled office. "He's in there right now."

You followed her gaze instinctively, from where you stood you couldn't see much. Just the faint outline of someone moving behind the frosted glass.

You frowned slightly. "Okay...and?" you asked, pulling your attention back. "Why are you all acting like this?"

The three girls exchanged a look, the kind that immediately made you feel suspicious so you narrowed your eyes at them. "What?"

Yeri bit her lip, clearly trying not to smile. "Nothing."

"That was not a 'nothing' look."

Karina leaned in, lowering her voice. "Well, he's been asking about you."

"..What?"

Miyeon nodded. "Specifically you."

Your laugh came out quick. "Yeah, okay... ha ha very funny."

"No we're being serious. He asked for employee files this morning and paused on yours." Yeri insisted.

"That doesn't mean anything." You shot back, though your stomach did a small unwelcome flip. "Look i don't care who he is, CEO or not. If he's making everyone this tense already then i don't like him."

Honestly, you really didn't like the silence from everyone. You reached for your computer, turning it on. "Anyways, i have actual work to do."

"Y/n."

Your name was heard from behind you, it was low. You slowly turned around and there he was.. the man from the elevator. Up close he was even more intimidating. A lot taller than you expected. His expression was unreadable sharp as his eyes were fixed on you with a kind of intensity that made your skin prickle.

Recognition hit you like a slap, oh no... You felt your soul leave your body. "..You've got to be kidding me." You whispered under your breath. His gaze didn't waver, if anything it sharpened like as if he heard that.

"Follow me."

It wasn't a request but a command as you stared at him then at your friends. Yeri looked like she was about to combust and Karina mouthed an 'oh my god'. Miyeon gave you a look that said good luck- you're going to need it.

You turned back to him forcing a polite smile while inside, you were screaming. "Of course."

⊹

The walk to his office felt longer than it should have, you were acutely aware of everything, your steps and breathing, the way he was moving just ahead of you without looking back.

He opened the door, stepping inside before finally turning to face you fully. "Sit."

You sat down as he remained standing for a moment just watching you, studying you. The silence stretched and you resisted the urge to fidget. "Is there something you needed, sir?" you asked, keeping your tone professional despite the tension crawling up your spine.

There was a slight pause.

"You're late."

You blinked, out of everything he could have said.

"That's what you called me in here for?" you couldn't stop yourself from replying which was clearly a mistake you realized immediately. His eyes darkened just slightly.

"You were running this morning." he said instead, totally ignoring your question entirely making your brows furrow. "..Yes?"

His gaze flickered over you. "You should manage your time better."

There it was, the irritation came rushing back.

"Maybe if people held the elevator, that wouldn't be a problem."

The words slipped out of you before you could stop them. You were met with silence once again. Oh, now you really did it. You pressed your lips together bracing yourself. Instead of anger, he stepped slowly closer.

"Say that again."

Your heart skipped.

"What?"

"At the elevator." He said, his voice lower now. "What did you call me?"

Heat crept up your neck, you debated lying.. you really did but something about the way he was looking at you like he already knew.

"..An asshole." you admitted.

His lips twitched, not quite a smile. ".. I see." He straightened, stepping back as if nothing had happened. "As of today." he continued, tone returning to that cold composed edge. "You'll be working directly under me."

"Your brain lagged. "I'm sorry...-what?"

"My personal assistant."

The words landed like a bomb as you stared at him then laughed, because that had to be a joke. "Yeah, no. That's not happening."

Which was another mistake of yours, you could tell by the way the room seemed to drop a few degrees.

"It wasn't a suggestion."

Your smile faded. "And i'm not qualified for that position, there are people with more experienc-"

"I'm aware."

"Then why-"

"Because i chose you."

The answer was immediate, for a second there was something in his expression that flickered. Gone before you could name it.

Outside the office your friends were waiting, of course they were. The second you stepped out, they rushed to you.

"Well??" Yeri questioned.

"What happened?" Karina added.

Miyeon just watched carefully.

You opened your mouth then closed it. "I'm being.. promoted?"

"Excuse me?" Karina said.

You let out a dry laugh. "Yeah, personal assistant to the CEO."

Yeri grabbed your arm. "I KNEW IT."

"I don't even want it." You hissed as Miyeon tilted her head confused. "Then why did he choose you?"

Honestly you didn't know, behind the glass he was still watching. You felt it before you saw it. Your gaze lifted and there he was, his eyes locked on yours. Like you were the only thing in the room that mattered, a chill ran down your spine.

And inside his office, Song Eunseok stood perfectly still. Listening to your voice fade into the background noise of the office. He was ignoring everything else because all he could focus on was you.

The way your scent lingered, the way something deep and unshakable had already made its decision which he didn't understand.

He didn't want it, he didn't trust it but it was clear as an instinct.

"...What are you." he murmured under his breath.

⊹

You regretted everything, every word you had ever spoken. Every moment that led you to this exact situation. Standing inside your boss's office at exactly 8:03 am, clutching a notebook you didn't even remember picking up while Eunseok was watching you like you were something he hadn't quite figured out yet.

".....You're late again."

You blinked.

"I'm 3 minutes late."

"You're still late."

You stared at him unimpressed. "You reassigned my entire position overnight sir. I think i deserve a 3 minute adjustment period."

There was as usual a silence before you heard him say "..noted." Was that an agreement? You didn't have the time to process it before he turned away, walking towards his desk already.

"Come here."

There it was once again, his tone controlled like he expected you to listen, like you would listen. You exhaled slowly through your nose and stepped forwards, heels clicking softly against the floor.

"Your responsibilities." He continued picking up a file, "Will include managing my schedule, attending meetings, organ-"

"I know what a personal assistant does." You cut in.

He slowly looked up at you, your stomach dropped. Right. You should probably stop interrupting him.

"Then i expect you to do it properly." he said with a quieter sharper voice.

You held his gaze and for a moment, neither of you move nor didn't look away. A knock on the door broke the tension as you cleared your throat as if nothing happened, stepping back immediately.

"Come in." Eunseok said, already turning away.

The door opened to reveal a man you didn't recognize, he was tall with an easy kind of confidence that felt completely opposite of the man beside you.

He stepped further inside, hands casually in his pockets as his gaze flickered to Eunseok then back to you. "So you're the one."

"huh?"

"Sunwoo." Eunseok said with a flat tone.

But the man just smiled wider. "Nothing nothing, i've just heard a lot about you."

You crossed your arms slightly. "That's...concerning."

That made Sunwoo laugh. "I like her."

"I didn't ask." Eunseok replied dryly.

You bit back a smile, maybe this wouldn't be completely unbearable.

The moment you stepped out of the office, you were ambushed by your friends right away asking questions already. You opened your mouth then sighed. "He's insufferable."

"I need details." Karina demanded.

"He's controlling, he's blunt.. AND he thinks being 3.. 3 minutes late is a crime!"

Yeri gasped dramatically. "Toxic, i love him already."

"I don't." You shot back immediately.

Your mind flickered back to the way he looked at you, you shook it off your mind. "Nope. Absolutely not. He's just my boss."

Miyeon hummed, clearly unconvinced.

"Your boss who hasn't stopped looking at you."

You froze. "What?"

Karina smirked, "Oh you didn't notice? He watches you."

Your stomach did that annoying flip again before you scoffed. "That's not." you laughed a little too quickly. "You're all just being dramatic."

However, you didn't miss the way your heart started beating just a little faster.

⊹

The rest of the day only made things worse. You were always near him, at his desk, beside him in meetings, walking just half a step behind him down hallways. Close enough to notice things you shouldn't be, like-

The way his sleeves were always perfectly rolled, the way his voice dropped slightly whenever he was irritated, the way people immediately straightened when he entered a room.

"Focus."

You blinked, snapping out of your thoughts. "I am."

"You're staring."

Your eyes widened slightly. "I wasn't-"

"You were."

You pressed your lips together, heat creeping up on your neck. The second those words left your mouth, you wanted to take them back. "You're distracting" but you were too late, Eunseok went still as he slowly turned towards you.

"Am i?"

You swallowed "I meant- work..wise" you added quickly.

Then there was a faint exhale that sounded almost like a scoff. "Of course you did."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing."

"Clearly it's not nothing-"

"Y/n."

Your name came from his lips, it sounded firm yet soft and somehow that shut you up faster than anything else had. He held your gaze for a second longer before he turned away, the conversation was over just like that.

By the time the workday ended you were exhausted, not from the workload but from him and the tension that never quite faded.

"Drinks tonight." Karina announced, appearing beside you as you shut down your computer.

Miyeon nodded. "You need it."

You didn't even hesitate "Absolutely yes." Because if you stayed any longer, another second in that office you might actually lose your mind.

From across the room, Eunseok was still watching you. He didn't meant to, he didn't want to but his gaze kept finding you anyway. You were laughing now, looking different from how you were with him.

"You're doing it again."

He didn't look away. "Doing what?"

Sunwoo leaned against the desk beside him, following his line of sight. "Staring."

"I'm not-"

"You are."

"..it's distracting."

Sunwoo snorted. "Yeah, i'm sure that's all it is."

Eunseok didn't respond because the truth was, he didn't even know what it was. Only that it was getting harder to ignore, harder to control. When you grabbed your bag and turned to leave his gaze sharpened without thinking.

"Where is she going?"

Sunwoo raised a brow. " Wow."

Eunseok didn't move nor look away, he didn't even realize what he'd just said until it was already out.

Outside you exhaled the cool evening air hitting your face as you stepped out of the building with your friends. "Freedom." You sighed dramatically.

"For now." Miyeon said knowingly.

Yeri grinned. "Enjoy it while it last, you've been claimed by the boss."

You groaned. "Please.. don't say it like that."

Karina smirked. "Why it's accurate."

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head

⊹

The next day you should've gone home, that was your first mistake. Your second? Agreeing to stay late. It wasn't even technically required. You had finished your tasks, your schedule was organized, tomorrow was fully planned.

"Stay."

There was no explanation and somehow you did. The office looked different at night, quieter and emptier. The usual buzz of activity had faded into silence, leaving behind only the soft hum of fluorescent lights and the occasional sound of typing echoing too loudly in the open space.

You sat at your desk just outside his office, scrolling through your emails you'd already read twice. You were waiting, but for what exactly? You didn't even know so you walked into his office, Eunseok hadn't looked at you in 10 minutes.

You frowned "If you don't need anything sir, i can leave now for the night." The words came out sharper than intended.

"Finish the reports."

You blinked. "Sir, i already did."

"Redo them."

Your eyes narrowed. "Is there a reason?"

"They weren't sufficient."

Your jaw tightened. "Sir that's not true."

"I said redo them."

And just like that you were again irritated. "Right." you muttered under your breath, turning back to walk back towards your computer. "Because making me stay late for no reason makes total sense."

You didn't realize how clearly your voice carried in the silence but he did, because you heard slow footsteps approaching too close. You didn't turn around because you refused to. Even when you could feel him standing right behind you.

"You're distracted."

"I'm working."

"No." His voice dropped slightly. "You're not."

You turn around frustration bubbling over. "What do you want from me."

The words hung in the air and for a second you wished you could take them back because the way he was looking at you was something heavier.

"I already told you." You continued, trying to steady yourself. "I did everything you asked. If this is about control or-"

"It's not."

His response was firm and closer than you expected, your breath caught as you hadn't noticed him stepping forward. Now he was right there, way to close. "Then what is it?" you asked quieter this time.

He didn't seem like he had an answer.

-

Earlier that day you hadn't thought much of it, there was this new intern he was nice and slightly nervous.

"Y/n right?" he had said with a small smile. "I've heard a lot about you."

You laughed lightly. "Hopefully nothing bad?"

"Not at all," he said quickly "-actually i was wondering if you could me with-"

"Is there a problem."

You turned and there he was, Eunseok standing just a few steps away his sharp gaze fixed on the intern. The poor guy froze.

"I- i was just asking for help-""

"She's busy."

Your brows furrowed in confusion. "No im not."

"You are."

The tone left no room for argument as the intern nodded quickly, backing off. "S-sorry, i didn't mean to-"

"It's fine." You tried to reassure him but the intern was already gone. You turned back to Eunseok with irritation. "That was unnecessary."

"He was wasting your tome."

"No he wasn't?"

"I decide that."

-

"Is this about earlier?" You asked him slowly, his expression didn't change. "The intern? You didn't like that?" you said more certain now.

Eunseok's jaw tightened just slightly. "That's irrelevant."

You let out a small disbelieving laugh. "No it's not." You stood up and walked closer, close enough to notice the subtle shift in his breathing and the heat radiating off him.

"Do you have a problem with me talking to other people?"

You knew the question was bold and risky but you needed to understand, because none of this made sense. His gaze dropped to you, for a second you thought he might actually answer.

"I don't have a problem" he finally said as you held his gaze. "What is it then?"

There was another longer pause this time, it felt more dangerous because you could feel it building whatever this was, whatever he was holding back.

"They shouldn't get comfortable."

Your breath hitched. "Why?"

"Because you're not theirs to approach."

Your heart skipped, the words sank in slowly. "Uhm, i'm.. sorry?" You whispered, his expression didn't change it hardened like he'd realized what he'd just said.

"You're working under me." he corrected, his tone sharper now. "Your time isn't theirs to take."

But you heard it, the difference. "That's not what you meant." You said softly. Your pulse quickened. "Say it again." You pressed, barely above a whisper, which was clearly a dangerous mistake.

Because something in his eyes shifted and darkened. Before you could react he stepped closer, your back hit the desk a quiet shocked breath left you.

"Don't push this." He said with a warning low voice. His voice did sound restraint like he was holding himself back. But from what, you didn't know.

"You're the one making this weird." You shot back even as your own voice wavered slightly.

"Am i?"

He leaned in just slightly, yet close enough that you could feel his breath. "You keep questioning things you don't understand."

Your heart was racing now. "Then explain them." you whispered.

For a second everything stilled, the air, the tension. Him. Then his hand moved fast, gripping onto the edge of the desk beside you. He wasn't touching you, just close enough that it didn't matter.

"You wouldn't like the answer."

"Try me."

Another mistake that you keep making because he didn't step back nor did he look away. His voice dropped, it was rougher and lower than before. "I don't like the way they look at you."

Your heart stopped.

"I don't like how they talk to you, don't like how close they stand."

Your fingers curled slightly against the desk, each word hit harder than the last.

"I don't like that it doesn't bother you."

You stared at him speechless because this wasn't professional. This wasn't something you could explain away. "..That's not your decision to make." You said finally, your voice quieter than you intended.

A flicked of something crossed his face, it looked unstable. "I know."

"..Then stop acting like it is."

When you finally left the building that night, your hands were still shaking. Your thoughts louder than they should be, and your heart? Still racing. Because no matter how many times you replayed it, no matter how many logical explanations you tried to force... one thing stayed the same.

The way he looked at you, the way he spoke, the way he said those words were not like a boss

Back inside Eunseok stood alone in his office, breathing uneven and his jaw tight. Control slipping in ways he wasn't used to. He replayed every word, every step every second he almost-

He exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through his hair. "This isn't right." It wasn't supposed to feel like this. It wasn't supposed to affect him like this but it did.

It was harder for him to ignore as it was getting stronger, everytime he closed his eyes.. the only thing he could focus on was you.

Your voice, your scent, your heartbeat- the way it was fast and unsteady because of him. Eunseok's jaw clenched. "What the hell is happening to me?"

a/n: not proofread, sorry for any kind of grammar error. English isn't my first language. Also i needed more Eunseok fanfics on here, so i decided to make my own. Hope you like it !

Chapter two.

[withlovemark]

THE ORGASM DONORS: YOU HAVE BOOKED JUNG JAEHYUN!

pairing: donor! jaehyun x client! reader I genre: smut | words: 12k+

warnings: STRICTLY 18+

an: donor jaehyun is here and he’s super sweet! i think this is the most fun i had writing for this series hehehe ;) i just love me my valentine, roses, cheeky gentleman. anyways, i’ll stop talking now, it’s time to be taught how to touch! and figure it out! - with love, c

you eyed the coupon clutched in your hand, the glossy paper crinkling under your fingers. it’s your birthday gift from your friends, a prepaid session at that new clinic that’s been receiving all the hype since it opened a couple of months ago.

according to the reviews, the neo orgasm clinic has surpassed people’s expectations in every possible way. not just with how sleek their setup is or their promise of discretion but also — the donors themselves. effortlessly attractive. professional. patient. skilled in ways that leave clients lingering in their reviews, revealing just enough to make your ears burn.

and you know damn well you needed it.

twenty-something now and you’ve mastered the art of dodging real-life conversations about your sex life. it’s easy to laugh it off or pretend you know what your friends are talking about because in some way, you kind of do? i mean, you’ve read all about it! in books, in fanfictions. in fact, all the knowledge you have about sex probably comes from reading about it.

when it comes to real life though? you stall. every time — no awkward firsts. no impulsive decisions. not even quiet attempts on your own. just you, untouched and curious, stuck somewhere between knowing and experiencing.

the coupon’s tagline stares back at you, catching your eye for what feels like the hundredth time:

make your fantasies come true. book now. you deserve it.

you let out a quiet breath. because it’s not just the words. it’s the timing. the way it landed in your life like a question you’ve been avoiding finally demanding an answer.

you’ve already imagined it all — the rush of sensation you’ve only ever read about.

what would it feel like to finally chase that lust for real?

before you could second guess yourself, you pull up the clinic’s website on your laptop. you read through sections you pretend you’re only skimming. policies. confidentiality. client care.

then you take a huge breath before finally convincing yourself to click the appointment section.

✚ BOOK NOW ✚

“it’s just booking,” you murmur, under your breath, like saying it out loud will make it less real.

step 1: medical verification – a form requesting a recent full panel STI test within the last month.

your brows knit slightly. weirdly enough, even though you were an extra virgin, you had just gotten a recent check up — it was like another sign from the universe to continue on.

you upload your medical form with ease. the next page loads and your breath catches at the list.

step 2: sexual preferences & boundaries – check all acts you’re open to exploring with your donor. this does not guarantee they will occur. your donor will review and operate within your boundaries at all times.

your fingers tighten around your mouse, each click of a checkmark making your ears burn brighter than ever. your cursor moves. hesitates. selects. unselects. then selects again.

☑️ blowjob

☑️ clitoral stimulation

☑️ domination

☑️ dirty talk

☑️ fingering

☑️ guidance

☑️ hand job

☑️ kissing

☑️ masturbation

☑️ nipple play

☑️ oral

☑️ praise

☑️ vaginal penetration

you look at your final list. pretty tame considering you passed over more vulgar options like choking, spanking, vaginal fisting, threesome, toys, etc.

but even then, your list is still intimidating for a virgin.

step 3: why are you booking this appointment?

a blank box appears. you stare at it longer than you expected to. because suddenly — this feels personal. you compose your thoughts before finally typing:

“i’ve spent years lost in books about intimacy, learning every detail from pages that make my heart race. but i’ve never experienced it. no touches. no real connections. not even with myself. just endless curiosity and a longing to feel what i’ve only imagine. i’m hoping this can help me turn fantasy into something real. i want to finally awaken that part of me, guided by someone who knows what they’re doing.

you hit enter, the text saving with a soft confirmation.

step 4: choose your donor.

this should be the easiest part. you tell yourself that. just scrolling. just looking. just choosing the boy you imagine in all your books. nothing serious.

profiles load one by one. each polished. each composed. carefully written descriptions.

you scroll and scroll until —

jung jaehyun. the most valuable donor.

his photo catches your attention — handsome, sharp features, an inviting smile and dark hair falling just so. your pulse stutters and almost instinctively, you click on him.

his reviews were endless:

“jaehyun does a great job at adjusting to whatever you want!”

“if you’re nervous, choose him. gentle yet commanding, and the praise? leaves you floating.”

“he’s so pretty to look at and god…that voice…i was wet way before he even touched me.”

“jaehyun made me feel so special…incredibly patient, nothing felt rushed, it was perfect.”

“he lowkey broke my back but i would do it again”

“'he made my first time feel like a dream i didn't know i needed. so attentive. pure magic.”

“fuckkkkkkkkk, can everyone cancel their appointments with him so i can take all the days?”

“too. fucking. good.”

“if it's your first time in this clinic, or your first time in general, booking jaehyun is a guaranteed good time. 127/10 will cum again.”

every single one felt like a magnetic pull and before you could even realize what you were doing. you were inserting the coupon code and clicking BOOK NOW.

Neo Orgasm Clinic Consultation: CONFIRMED

Donor: Jaehyun Jung

Date of Consultation: April 30, 2026

you stare at the screen, heart pounding, because it’s done. there’s no undoing it now.

✚ THE CONSULTATION ✚

the days leading up to today had been a blur of restless nights. you’ve checked the booking confirmation a dozen times just to check if it was real or if you somehow imagined the whole thing.

and now you’re here, heart hammering as you push through the doors.

the lobby envelops you immediately, a curated haven designed to soothe. soft golden light spills throughout the room, cream colored walls that were easy on the eyes, plush armchairs in neutral tones and the subtle scent of lavender and eucalyptus. everything about it is calming, grounding, whispering relax with every breath you take.

but even then, your feet feel rooted to the spot, nerves twisting into knots. you have half the mind to turn and flee before anyone notices. but a voice calls out softly from the reception desk, smooth and reassuring.

“welcome to the clinic.”

you look up to see the receptionist, johnny, his nametag reads. he was sitting behind a computer, flashing you a warm smile as if he can sense the storm inside you. even he was handsome, and you’re pretty sure you saw his profile on the website with the words the first donor.

“you feeling nervous?,” he adds.

you try to laugh it off as you make your way over to him, but it comes out shaky, a breathy sound that betrays you, “y-yeah, this is new for me.”

he nods, no judgment in the motion. just understanding, “it’s new for a lot of people, but don’t worry, we’ll take care of you.”

his words ease the tightness in your chest just a little bit.

“what’s your name?” he asks next.

“y/n l/n,” you manage, voice steadier now.

he types it in with a few clicks, his screen reflecting in his eyes as he pulls up your file.

“alright ms. y/n, donor jaehyun will be out in a few minutes,” he says, that smile returning, soft and encouraging, “in the meantime, please review your file then click agree if everything is okay. your consent is required for everything.”

he hands you a tablet carefully – the screen already glowing with your details. you take it with trembling fingers, murmuring a thank you as you retreat to one of the chairs. sinking into the cushions.

your thumb hovers over the agree button, ears burning red, pulse racing so loud you fear johnny could hear it. with a deep inhale, you finally tap it, the screen flashing with the words:

welcome to neo orgasm clinic.

you don’t know how many times you read it before the door to the right side of johnny opens and out steps the most valuable donor.

jung jaehyun.

he’s taller than you expected, his frame filling the space effortlessly, handsome in a way that steals your breath, his casual soft grey polo making him look softer than his large frame, while his dark hair falls slightly tousled, angling his face perfectly.

his pictures don’t do him justice. you’ve never seen a man more beautiful.

and the realization crashes over you, twisting your nerves into something sharper. you feel so nervous you think you might throw up, hands clammy against the tablet.

he makes his way over to you with unhurried steps.

“good afternoon,” he says, and fuck, those reviews were right. he’s only said two words and his voice, deep and smooth, has got you hooked. so hooked that you don’t even reply, just staring at him, mouth dry, brain short-circuiting under the weight of his proximity.

he tilts his head slightly, a smile tugging at his lips, amused, like he’s trying to hide his laugh but the deep dimples carving into his cheeks give him away completely.

“are you ms. y/n?” he asks, fully smiling at you now, the expression lighting up his features and making your heart stutter.

you clear your throat, the sound awkward and too loud in the quiet lobby, “uhm–yeah, that’s me, sorry mr. jung…i’m so nervous i think i might pass out,” you admit, the words tumbling out before you can stop them, heat flooding your face.

his eyes widen a bit at that, concern threading through, softening his gaze into something genuinely caring.

“c’mon, let’s get you some water,” he says, holding his hand out to you.

you hesitate for a split second, then place your hand in his, the warmth of his skin against yours making you even more nervous. he gives a gentle squeeze, just enough to guide and lead you towards one of the consultation rooms.

the door opens into another pocket of calm – neutral tones, a comfortable couch facing a low coffee table, an armchair across it and a small side table with a pitcher of water and glasses.

jaehyun releases your hand once you’re inside, gesturing for you to sit on the couch as he pours a glass of water for you. he hands it to you with another one of those dimpled smile, settling into the armchair across from you.

“take your time,” he says, sitting comfortably, the tablet now in his hands, “we can talk through everything at your pace. no rush.” his eyes meet yours patiently, waiting for you to find your footing in this new reality.

you sip the water slowly, the cool liquid steadying the flutter in your chest as you sink deeper into the couch, focusing instead on the vase of roses in the middle of the coffee table.

jaehyun sits across from you, his posture relaxed yet attentive. he’s scrolling through your file, his expression neutral, professional, but not cold. he’s taking way longer to read it than one should and you can tell he’s letting you get used to the space. to let the initial shock of his presence and this whole thing reside a bit.

minutes pass like that until he sets the tablet aside, looking up slowly, his gaze catching on the way you’re biting your lip, a nervous habit you can’t quite shake.

“y/n,” he calls out your name, softly, like the two of you are just friends catching up over coffee. the informality of it disarms you, pulling the air from the room into something warmer.

“i know this can be nerve-wracking,” he continues, his voice a low, reassuring hum, “are you sure you’re ready for this?”

he’s gentle. so gentle. it catches you off guard. you look at him, surprised. you were sure he was here to convince you to go through with it — after all, this is still a business. but…there’s no sales pitch in his tone.

“what?” you say, the word slipping out softer than intended, laced with confusion.

he just smiles at you, that dimpled curve returning patient and unforced.

“there’s no proper timeline to these kinds of things,” he explains, his words measured, like he’s sharing a quiet truth rather than reciting policy, “it’s your body. your life. your choice when you’re ready.”

you take his words in, letting them settle over the whirlwind in your mind, easing the knot of anxiety that's been building since you stepped through the clinic's doors.

“i-i am ready,” you admit, your voice gaining a touch of steadiness as you meet his eyes, “it’s just i…don't really know how to start this conversation.”

he nods, his expression shifting to one of quiet understanding. it’s as if he's seen this hesitation before, not as a hurdle to overcome, but as a natural part of the path.

“that’s okay,” he replies, his tone encouraging without pressure, “starting can be the hardest part. maybe we begin with what brought you here? your file mentions this is your first time exploring sex…what made you decide now?”

you hesitate for a moment. jaehyun’s eyes remain steady on yours like a quiet invitation to share as much or as little as you want.

“it was…a gift,” you start, “for my birthday…but i have been curious for a while…i just always held back. books and stories were enough,” you pause, glancing down at your hands, now folded in your lap, “but turning another year older made me realize i don’t want to just keep reading about it.”

“that takes real courage,” he says softly, “turning those stories into something real isn’t simple, especially when they’ve been your safe space for so long.”

his words land gently, validating the swirl of emotions you’ve kept bottled up and a faint smile creeps onto your lips, the first genuine once since you arrive.

“it does feel like the right time,” you reply, your voice steadier not, “the clinic’s reviews…and yours specifically…made it seem less intimidating. like it could be empowering instead of overwhelming.”

he smiles in return, “i’m honored that came through— our goal is to always create that sense of empowerment, no judgments, just support as you explore at your own rhythm.”

he glances briefly at the tablet in his hands, then sets it aside, focusing fully on you.

“it sounds to me like you’re interested in a gentle introduction without rushing into anything too intense. is that right? or has anything changed since filling out the form?”

you pause, letting his words sink in.

“no…that sounds right—i want to be taught, guided through it all, so i can experience every bit i’ve imagined.”

a subtle smile curves his lips, warm and knowing, as if he’s heard echoes of your words from others but savors the uniqueness in yours.

“i can definitely do that for you,” he replies, leaning forward a just a fraction, “i’ll guide you step by step, help you feel every sensation you’ve read about…all you have to do is show up.”

you nod slowly, every second gets more real than the last.

“would you like to proceed with booking your session?” jaehyun asks, a reassuring smile on his face. like it was okay and totally not a waste of his time if you chose not to.

“yes,” you nod after a while, “i would like to proceed.”

jaehyun’s eyes light up with a quiet approval, “perfect,” he says, his smile deepening, revealing those dimples that you can’t stop noticing, “how does may 3 work for you?”

may 3. just two days away. this is it – the threshold between fantasy and reality. it’s now or never.

“sounds good,” you say, your voice gaining a quiet strength, sealing the choice with a steady exhale.

“okay y/n, i’ll see you in two days,” he says, his voice carrying a subtle promise laced with the kind of steadiness that eases the last knots of doubt in your stomach.

and for the first time, the stories feel like previews to your own unfolding chapter, and you’re ready to turn the page.

Neo Orgasm Clinic Session: CONFIRMED

Client: Y/N L/N

Donor: Jaehyun Jung

Date of Session: May 3, 2026

✚ THE APPOINTMENT ✚

you enter the lobby right on time, not a second too early and not a second too late. you’ve chosen comfort over anything flashy, dressed in slightly oversized grey sweats and an off the shoulder sweater hoping that it would make this feel more casual and not some grand event.

johnny greets you, “perfect timing, ms. y/n you can go ahead to the private rooms, jaehyun’s waiting for you in suite 14.”

you thank him, letting your feet carry you step by step, each one making your heart race wildly in your chest.

as suite 14 gets closer, it hits you then – you never once asked what to expect behind the door. no details on the setup. the realization sends a fresh wave of uncertainty but before it can pull you back, the door swings open.

and there’s jaehyun. looking every bit as handsome as before, except this time he looked like comfort—with the simple white t-shirt clinging to his broad shoulders and chest, paired with plaid pajama pants that hang low on his hips, making this feel like a lazy sunday rather than clinical encounters.

“hey y/n,” his dimples flash like a secret shared just for you, “come on in,” he says, tone warm and inviting, stepping aside to make space.

you return the smile, feeling the edges of your tension soften under the casual welcome.

you scan the room quickly — it was nothing like you imagined at all. just an average comfy bedroom, the kind you’d sink into after a long day. there’s a king sized bed draped in white sheets piled with soft pillows, a full length mirror tucked in the corner, plush carpet that muffled your steps and sultry music currently playing from somewhere.

the only thing that stands out, adding a layer of unexpected sweetness, are the vases brimming with fresh roses scattered throughout the room – on the nightstand, the dresser, the table against the wall – shades of deep red and soft pink, like a boyfriend had orchestrated this as a surprise for a quiet night in with his partner. it’s intimate, thoughtful and it tugs at something soft in your chest, making the space feel less like a session room and more like a private haven.

“you didn’t have a hard time getting here, did you?” jaehyun asks, his voice low as he closes the door behind you with a soft click.

he lingers there for a moment, watching you from behind as you take it all in, his shoulder lightly propped against the wall, giving you that space to breathe.

you turn toward his voice, “this is not what i expected at all,” you blurt, the words spilling out, “and no, i got here really easily.”

he smiles softly, the expression crinkling the corners of his eyes as he pushes off the wall and takes a measured step towards you.

“do you like it? i noticed you were looking at the roses during our last meet up…thought it would help.”

you nod, a warmth blooming in your chest — god, he’s perfect. like the best romantic lead stepping straight out of your favorite book, all effortless charm and quiet insight.

“yeah…roses are my favorite.”

he nods in return, closing the distance with another step, his presence pulling you in without force.

“i didn’t think you’d notice,” you add.

he hums thoughtfully, “of course i noticed.”

duh, you think — that’s part of his job, being this attentive, tuning into every little detail about his client. you just weren’t aware he was already taking that many notes. plus the way he talks to you doesn’t make it feel like this was just his job.

he takes another step closer, the air between you thickening just a touch.

“i’m sure you already read the terms and conditions over and over,” he teases lightly, like you two were in on some inside joke because he knows your love for reading, “but just a quick reminder – nothing happens without your consent and we can stop whenever you want.”

he’s so close now that you can feel the subtle heat radiating from his body. he leans down, bringing his gaze level with yours, those deep brown eyes locking in with gentle intensity.

“are we clear on that?” he asks softly, and you catch the fresh mint on his breath, clean and inviting.

you bite your lip, nodding up and down, the motion automatic as your heart races.

“i’m gonna need words, love,” he says so casually, the endearment rolling off his tongue like it’s the most natural thing and — oh my godddd, this is really the start of your own fanfiction.

“yes,” you manage, your voice steadier than you feel, “i know the rules.”

he brings his hand up then, palm open and inviting. you hesitate for just a heartbeat before slipping your hand into his, the warmth of his skin enveloping yours in a gentle grip that feels surprisingly reassuring.

he starts guiding you deeper into the room, his steps slow and unhurried. you thought he was heading straight for the bed like the next inevitable step in this unfolding scene. but when you walk right past it, your brows furrow, glancing up at him, confusion flickering across your face.

he catches your look and offers a small, knowing smile, releasing your hand only to lower himself against the side of the bed with casual ease. then he pats the space right in front of him, between his outstretched legs.

“are we gonna do it on the floor?” the question tumbles out – this isn’t how you pictured your first time to go. not when there’s a perfectly inviting bed just inches away.

he shakes his head, the motion gentle but firm, “no, not yet…come on,” he says, his voice light with encouragement, “i don’t bite,” he adds, the tease curling at the edges of his words, drawing a reluctant chuckle from you.

you finally take your seat, sliding into the space between jaehyun’s legs on the soft carpet.

as you settle, you realize the full-length mirror is positioned directly in front of you, reflecting the two of you in this intimate arrangement.

his hands find your shoulders then, fingers pressing in with a deliberate slowness, starting to massage the tension there in firm, circular motions that coax the stiffness from your muscles.

he pulls you back toward him gradually, giving you time to adjust, until your back completely melts against his chest, the solid warmth of him grounding you. the fabric of his white t-shirt brushes your skin where your sweater has slipped and you can feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat against your spine.

“relax, baby,” he murmurs, right by your ear, his breath warm and even, “you have to trust me for this to work.”

before you can respond, he lands a soft kiss just below your earlobe, the light press of his lips sending a shiver racing down your neck, making you hold your breath as goosebumps rise throughout your skin.

“you said you wanted to be taught,” he continues, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through you, “and i’m here to teach.”

you exhale shakily, leaning into him a fraction more, the scent of his clean soap mingling with the faint floral notes from the roses. it’s overwhelming in the best way – his body a solid wall of warmth behind you, the mirror capturing every subtle shift.

his fingers pause on your arms, then one hand lifts gently to turn your head softly toward him like he’s handling something precious. he tilts your chin up, eyes locking into yours, dark and intent but softened by that reassuring smile.

“have you ever kissed anyone?”

you nod, the admission slipping out shyly, “a couple times…but…i was drunk each time.”

heat creeps up your cheeks but his expression doesn’t shift to judgment. he just nods in understanding, thumb brushing once along your jawline.

“just follow my lead, okay?”

the words are simple and before you can overthink it, he’s leaning in, closing the small distance to press his lips to yours, starting with slow, innocent pecks. each one is light, testing, feather-soft. your eyes flutter shut, the only thing in your mind is the warmth of his mouth.

then he deepens it, his lips sucking gently on yours, a little pull on the bottom one, then the top, drawing out the contact so each kiss lingers. the rhythm shifts, more deliberate, and when his tongue traces along the seam of your lips, memories from all those books flood back – the cues, the surrender.

you part your mouth open for him instinctively, inviting him in and he takes it with a low hum of approval that resonates against your chest. he tastes like toothpaste and vanilla chapstick and you're slowly coming to realize how kissing is so much better when you’re not just reading about it.

your hand lifts on its own, fingers threading into the soft strands of his hair at the nape of his neck, tugging lightly in this awkward angle but enough to pull him closer.

the hand on your jaw moves then, trailing down your side with deliberate slowness, fingertips grazing the hem of your sweater before dipping beneath, skimming the bare skin of your waist.

he breaks the kiss off abruptly, both of you panting for air, his lips tingling and swollen. you wonder if yours matches his.

“arm’s up,” he instructs, voice roughened at the edges. you follow without question. he tugs the sweater up and off in one smooth motion, setting it aside and leaving you in your bra and sweats.

“look at you,” he murmurs, lips brushing the shell of your ear, sending another shiver through you. his chin settles over your shoulder giving you no choice but to stare ahead at the mirror. your reflection stares back — your face flushed pink, lips matching his, eyes wide with a mix of nerves and building heat.

his fingers move to the clasp of your bra, unbuckling it with a quick, practiced flick that loosens the straps instantly. he slides the fabric down your arms slowly, letting it drop to the carpet beside your sweater, the cool air hitting your bare skin and making your nipples harden immediately.

you watch your chest rise and fall in quick pants, each breath pulling your breasts up and down, the motion exposing the rush of heat flooding your body, the tangle of nerves twisting in your gut, the raw shyness of being this naked in front of someone else for the first time.

before you can completely shy away, his hands are right there again, palms flattening against your stomach, fingers splaying wide as he holds you steady against his chest, pressing just enough to remind you he’s in control.

“beautiful,” he whispers right into your ear, his breath hot and steady, and you can feel his gaze locked on your reflection, taking in every inch of you like he’s memorizing it.

then he reaches for one of your hands, his grip loose but insistent as he drags it upward, guiding your palm to cup your own breast, your fingers brushing the curve tentatively at first.

“touch yourself.”

his voice drops to a commanding timbre, low and rough. you hesitate for a split second, heart hammering, but the way he looks at you urges you on — your fingers curl slightly, squeezing the soft flesh, thumb grazing over your nipple experimentally. it hardens further under your touch, a spark of unfamiliar pleasure shooting through you, making you hold your breath.

he watches in the mirror, his free hand now inching lower toward your waistband, but he doesn’t push yet.

“just like that, pretty girl,” he encourages, voice softening just a touch, lips pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

“squeeze a little harder — roll your nipple between your fingers. tell me what it does to you.”

your fingers tighten as instructed, the pressure sending a fresh wave of heat blooming across your skin, shooting straight down to your core, making your pussy clench emptily. the sensation is raw and new, like your body’s been holding back this fire until now.

“f-feels good,” you admit, your voice shaky and breathy, barely above a whisper.

“yeah, it makes you wanna moan, doesn’t it?” he teases, that small, playful smirk curling his lips, softening his commanding presence just a fraction, making him seem even more intoxicating.

you bite your lip hard, the sting grounding you as you nod, cheeks burning hotter than before.

“well, go on, let me hear those pretty sounds,” he urges, his tone dipping lower, his breath warm against your neck.

hesitation locks your throat, the idea of letting go like that in front of him feeling too exposed, too soon.

he senses it and without a word, one of his hands slides up from your stomach to take over your breast. his palm cups it fully, larger and rougher than your own touch, his thumb flicking your nipple up and down in quick, deliberate strokes.

the friction builds fast, a teasing rhythm that pulls a tiny, breathy moan from your lips before you can swallow it back, the soft sound betraying you completely, echoing in the quiet room. your head falls back against his chest at the rush of it, leaving you dizzy and wanting more.

“wanna feel even better?” he whispers, his voice a low rumble right by your ear, lips grazing the lobe as his other hand lingers at your waist, fingers hooking lightly into the band of your sweats.

all you can manage is a breathless, “please,” your body already arching subtly toward whatever comes next.

he doesn’t make you wait. his hands move with sure intent, tugging your sweats down your hips in one fluid pull, lifting your feet one by one to slide them off completely. they join the pile on the carpet, leaving you in just your underwear now — the thin cotton clinging damply between your thighs, the wet spot at the center impossible to ignore.

he reaches down and parts your legs wide, knees bending and lifting toward the ceiling like he’s opening you up for display. the view in the mirror is obscene and intimate, your bare breasts heaving with each pant, legs splayed shamelessly, his arms bracketing you like a frame.

his hands settle on your inner thighs, palms hot and steady, thumbs tracing lazy circles that inch closer to your core without touching yet, letting the anticipation coil tighter.

“look at how wet you are already,” he murmurs, nuzzling your neck as one hand drifts upward again to knead your breast, keeping that slow, rolling pressure on your nipple,

“now…,” he grabs one of your hands, sliding it down your body and stopping at the edge of your panties.

“i want you to use these fingers,” he taps on your pointer and middle finger, “—and rub yourself over your panties for me.”

his eyes meet yours in the reflection, dark with hunger but still holding back, waiting for you to follow.

your hand trembles slightly, finger hesitating at the edge of your underwear before dipping lower. you press two fingers against the damp fabric right over your clit, the cotton already soaked and clinging to your folds.

the first rub is testing, a slow circle that presses the material against your sensitive nub, a breathy moan escaping your lips – soft and needy, like a sigh you couldn’t hold back.

“that’s it,” he praises, his breath hot against your ear, watching intently as your fingers move, “just like that — feel how wet you are? circle it, press a little harder, figure out what makes you feel good.”

you obey, adding pressure as your fingers glide in tighter loops, the friction building heat that makes your hips twitch involuntarily. another moans slips out, a little louder this time, hitching as the sensation coils tighter in your belly, your pussy throbbing under the teasing barrier.

“good girl,” he whispers, leaving trails of kisses down your neck, “see how your body responds? you’re soaking right through — rub faster now, up and down.”

both of his hands are on your thighs now, his touch roaming.

your fingers continue to slide up and down the length of your pussy lips, the drag pulling a series of soft moans from you — each one higher, more desperate as the pressure mounts.

“mmm…oh,” you gasp when you hit a certain spot, your head lolling back against his shoulder.

“that's the spot – keep it there,” he chuckles slowly, the vibration rumbling through his chest into your back, “you’re doing so well…how does it feel?”

“s-so good,” you breathe out, voice shaky, as you continue rubbing over your clit, your free hand clutching at his arm for support.

“such a quick learner,” he murmurs, his hand trailing up your panties teasingly.

his fingers gently stop yours, wrapping around your wrist with a firm but careful hold as he guides your hand away from your core. you let out a quiet moan in protest but it’s cut off when he speaks again, voice low and steady.

“you’re ready for more.”

then he hooks into the waistband of your panties, sliding them down your thighs in one smooth motion, the cool air hitting your exposed skin. the fabric pools at your ankles, and you kick them aside instinctively.

“touch your bare pussy now, feel how wet you really are.”

his words sends a rush of embarrassment flooding to your cheeks, mixing hot with the arousal pooling low in your belly as you see it all laid out — your glistening entrance completely exposed to the cool air, clit swollen and begging for attention.

heart pounding, you let two fingers meet your bare skin, slipping easily through the wetness as you rub along your slit, tracing the soft, soaked lips from top to bottom. the direct contact is electric, no barrier to dull the sensation, and you moan louder, the sound raw and unrestrained.

“oh god… jaehyun,” you whine his name for the first time and the way it tumbles from your lips turns you on even more.

“hmm,” he hums in approval, leaning in to place a messy kiss on your shoulder, his lips lingering with a soft suck before pulling back.

“push one finger in now—slide it right along your entrance, feel how your pussy opens for it.”

you hesitate for a split second, then press one finger at your hole, pushing in slowly. the tight ring of muscle gives way with a wet squelch, your walls clenching around the intrusion as you sink deeper, inch by inch.

another tiny moan escapes you as you hold your breath. the fullness is strange but intoxicating, your finger buried to the knuckle inside your heat.

“good girl,” jaehyun praises, his breath warm against your ear, and you could feel your walls react around your digit.

“move it in and out now — slow strokes, tell me what you feel.”

you pump your finger experimentally, drawing it out before sliding back in, the drag pulling another moan from your throat, breathier and higher.

“mmm… it’s… warm…and—fuck—tight,” you gasp, the slick sounds echoing softly as you find a tentative rhythm.

“perfect — add the second one,” he murmurs, nipping at your earlobe, “push them both in together, stretch yourself a little.

swallowing hard, you ease a second finger alongside the first, the added thickness making your pussy stretch with a delicious burn.

“curl them up toward your belly — that’s the spot that’ll make you see stars.”

you thrust them deeper, curling as he said, the tips brushing a spongy patch inside that sends sparks shooting through you, exactly like he said it.

“jaehyun–,” you moan breathily, hips jerking forward into your hand as you start to pump, in and out, curling on every upstroke.

“fuck, yes — just like that,” he groans softly.

“keep curling, rub that spot hard. feel how your walls flutter? you’re learning so fast, baby,” his praises wash over you, punctuated by wet kisses and his warm hands roaming all over your skin

after a while, you start getting the rhythm of it all, instinct taking over as your body chases after the sensation — fingers plunging faster, curling with precision, thumb occasionally grazing your clit. soft moans continue to spill from you, your head falling back against his chest, thighs trembling as the pleasure builds like a wave.

“that’s it, my perfect girl,” he whispers, lips pressing fervent kisses along your neck and shoulders, anywhere his mouth can reach, tongue flicking out to taste your skin.

“look at you fucking yourself so well — your pussy’s dripping down your hand. don’t hold back, chase it.”

but as the heat continues to rise, coiling tighter in your core, it starts to feel overwhelming, the intensity bordering on too much, your fingers falter, and — you stop abruptly, pulling them out halfway.

“fuck—wait,” you pant, chest heaving, a whine edge in your voice as you try to catch your breath.

“what’s wrong?” he asks immediately, voice laced with gentle concern as he lifts his head to meet your eyes in the reflection.

“my stomach felt weird,” you reply, cheeks burning with the admission, your fingers hovering uncertainly at your entrance.

he adores your innocence in that moment, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he presses a tender kiss to your jaw.

“good weird or a bad weird?”

“i don’t know… it felt…hot,” you explain, voice small and breathless, your body still thrumming with unmet need.

he smiles wider, another kiss landing on your flushed skin, “that just means you’re close.”

your eyes widen in the mirror, a mix of surprise and lingering uncertainty flashing across your face, “did i mess it up?”

he shakes his head no, his tone reassuring and firm.

“no. just touch yourself again for me and this time — don’t stop until i say so.”

nodding, you slide your fingers back inside — two at once, curling right away as he taught you, resuming the rhythm, pumping steadily, the heat reigniting almost instantly. desperate moans pour from you now as the coil tightens again, faster this time, your pussy clenching rhythmically around your digits.

but when the the pressure builds to an unbearable peak —

“jaehyun… it’s… too–” you try to pull your hand away again, whimpering.

he doesn’t let you this time.

his large hand coming over yours, keeping your fingers buried deep inside as he holds you in place.

“shhh, stay with it — i've got you,” he murmurs.

his other hand slipping down to rub at your clit in firm, tight circles, pressing just right to push you over.

“let it happen, cum for me.”

the sensation completely shatters you — your walls tightening around your digits — and your first orgasm ever crashes through you so hard you can’t even contain yourself anymore, the sounds spilling out raw and desperate, echoing in the quiet room.

“ahh—jae—fuck!”

you cry, the words breaking into a high-pitched keen as your body arches off his chest, your toes curling tight against the carpet, eyes rolling back, vision blurring with stars, as your thighs clamp down around his hand, trapping him there. the pleasure pulses hot and endless, flooding every nerve until you're shaking uncontrollably, slick gushing over your fingers.

jaehyun holds you through it all, his arm banded securely around your waist to keep you from bucking too wildly, his free hand still working your clit in slowing strokes to help you ride the waves.

“that’s it, love — feel every bit of it,” he murmurs softly, his lips brushing feather-light kisses along your temples, grounding you as the tremors start to fade.

he slows his fingers gradually, letting the aftershocks ripple through you, your pussy fluttering weakly around your buried digits until the intensity fades to a warm, satisfied glow.

your breaths come in ragged pants, body limp and heavy against him, sweat-damp skin sticking to his shirt. finally, your eyes flutter open, hazy and unfocused at first, meeting his gaze in the mirror — dark eyes full of pride and something deeper, more possessive.

with a gentle tug, he guides your hand out of your pussy, your fingers emerging slick and shining with your cum, the wet pop audible in the stillness.

“look at yourself, look at your pretty pussy,” he instructs, voice husky and commanding, as he lifts your hand between you.

your eyes snap to the reflection, cheeks flushing anew at the sight — your thighs splayed wide, pussy flushed and puffy, entrance gaping slightly from the stretch, glistening with arousal that drips down toward your ass.

you watch, mesmerized, as he brings your slick digits up to his lips, parting them to take them inside his mouth. his tongue swirls around your fingers, sucking deliberately, drawing your cum off them with slow, savoring pulls — hollowing his cheeks like it's the sweetest treat he's ever had.

you stare wide eyed, arousal stirring fresh despite the exhaustion, a new heat blooming in your belly as you watch him devour your juices.

the way his eyes lock on yours, the soft hum of approval vibrating against your skin — it's filthy and captivating, making you wonder how it tasted, what it felt like on his tongue.

“how does it taste?” you ask, finally finding your voice, breathy and tentative, your gaze flicking from his mouth to his face.

he smirks, releasing your fingers with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting them briefly before he licks his lips, “you want to know?”

you nod, heart racing again, curiosity overriding any lingering shyness.

without a word, he cups the back of your neck and pulls you in for a kiss — deep and unhurried, his tongue sliding past your lips to share the flavor, your own arousal coating his mouth as he explores yours.

you moan softly into it, tasting yourself on him, the intimacy of it sending a shiver down your spine as his free hand strokes your thigh soothingly, fingers tracing lazy patterns over your skin.

the kiss deepens, growing hungrier, his tongue stroking yours in firm sweeps while you tilt your head for more.

you shift, turning around in his arms for a better angle, rising onto your knees between his spread legs, hands sliding up his chest over the thin shirt. your fingers catch the hem, tugging insistently, suddenly aware he’s still fully clothed while you’re completely exposed.

jaehyun breaks the kiss just long enough to yank it off swiftly over his head, tossing it aside with your clothes, revealing the sculpted ridges of his eight pack abs — hard, defined lines flexing under smooth skin, a dark happy trail snaking from his navel down and sharp v-lines disappearing into his pants.

you pause, eyes widening as you admire him, one hand trailing down his abs, “god…i don’t think any fictional man can compare anymore,” you murmur, voice laced with awe.

he laughs low and rich, the sound vibrating through his chest, clearly enjoying this bolder side of you over the earlier nerves.

“good thing i’m real and all yours,” he winks, dimples flashing as he pulls you back in for another kiss, lips claiming yours with renewed heat.

“all mine…for another hour or two,” you tease breathlessly when you pull back, a playful glint in your eyes.

his dimples deepen then, eyes darkening with amusement and desire, “let’s not waste a second then,” he teases.

“that would be a shame,” you say quietly, a smile curving your lips before your graze drifts lower, lingering on the thick bulge straining against his plaid pajama pants.

“you can take it off, you know?” he says, reading your mind, his hand guiding yours to the waistband.

you nod, cheeks heating as you shyly hook your fingers in and slide the pants down his hips, exposing the black boxers that do nothing to hide his impressive length – thick and throbbing visibly beneath the thin material.

“take that off for me too, sweet girl,” he instructs, voice firm and coaxing, eyes locked on yours.

you obey without hesitation, palms sliding up his thighs before tugging the boxers down, watching as his cock springs up immediately — heavy and erect, veined shaft curving slightly upward, the flushed head already beading pre-cum.

he lifts his hips to help, kicking the pants and boxers off and you can’t help but gulp at the sight of him fully exposed. with your pulse racing, you reach out without asking, fingers wrapping around his length at the base.

his hips buck up sharply into your grip, a low grunt escaping his throat as you surprisingly squeeze experimentally, feeling him twitch and harden further in your palm.

“what are you thinking about?” he asks, noticing your silence.

“i’m comparing it to my fingers,” you say quietly, stroking once from base to tip before meeting his gaze straight on, “this is gonna hurt, isn’t it?”

jaehyun slowly guides your hand towards his mouth, eyes on yours the whole time when he lets his spit slowly drool from his lips to your palm. it’s vulgar and messy and it makes your head spin.

then he brings your hand back down to his cock, guiding you into a slow pump along his shaft, his abs tightening under where your other palm rests.

“it might sting at first, yeah—especially since you’re new to this,” he admits honestly, making your thumb circle the sensitive underside of the head with your joined hands, smearing his pre-cum down the length, “—but i’ll go slow, make sure you’re wet and ready. you’ll take me like you were made for it…until you’re begging for it.”

his words send fresh heat flooding your core, pussy clenching emptily as you watch your hand glide over his cock. he groans softly, hips rolling up into each stroke, free hand tangling in your hair to tilt your face up.

“keep stroking me like that, twist your wrist at the top.”

you follow his guidance, earning a grunt from him.

“yeah—fuck, baby, just like that.”

it’s hot. he’s hot. the sounds he makes are hot.

you pump faster, mesmerized by him, feeling his cock throb thicker in your fist. his breaths grow ragged, eyes half lidded as he watches you, then pulls you up for a messy kiss, tongue fucking your mouth in time with your strokes.

his hand leaves yours, sliding down your back to cup your ass firmly, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he lifts you up slightly. your knees spread wider on the carpet, ass rising into the air, pussy exposed and dripping from behind.

and without warning, he presses one long finger against your slick entrance and pushes inside, stretching your walls with a single smooth thrust.

you moan loud into the kiss as your grip on his cock tightens, strokes pausing mid-pump while you adjust to the intrusion.

it’s so much different from fingering yourself — his finger is thicker, longer, moves with purpose you can’t anticipate.

he drags it out slow, then slams back in, curling deep against that soft spot inside, sending sparks exploding through your nerves.

you try your best to resume pumping his cock, hand jerking unevenly along the slick length, but the sensation overwhelms you. after a few shaky strokes, you give up, fingers digging into his muscular thigh for anchor as your mouth hangs open against his, breaths panting hot and desperate.

he breaks the kiss to nip at your jaw, lips brushing your ear as he whispers praises, voice rough and commanding, “so fucking tight—you like that, don’t you? like it when my fingers fuck you like this.”

his digit pumps faster, plunging in and out with wet squelches, thumb now circling your swollen clit in firm presses.

and god, the not knowing makes it so much better — when he’ll curl, when he’ll thrust, when he’ll grind his palm over your clit.

nothing registers but him finger-fucking you — the stretch, the heat, the relentless pressure building low in your belly.

“you’re so wet baby, this pussy is ready to take me,” he grunts, adding a second finger without mercy, scissoring them wide to open you up, knuckles bumping your entrance as he dives deeper.

you’re a goner. your head falls to the crook of his neck, nose buried in his skin, teeth clenched, body seizing as your second orgasm crashes over you just like that. your walls clamp down hard on his fingers, creaming all over his hand, the fresh slick dripping down your thighs. your cries are muffled against his shoulder as your hips buck wildly onto his palm, chasing every brutal thrust through the waves.

jaehyun doesn’t stop, his free arm banding around your waist to hold you steady as you tremble and spasm. 

“fuck, that’s it—soak my fingers, sweet girl,” he praises, watching your body shake through the mirror. 

your breaths come in shattered gasps, body going limp in his hold as the aftershocks ripple through you. 

he eases his fingers out slow, then brings them to your lips, “taste yourself,” he murmurs, pushing the soaked digits past your parted mouth.

you suck obediently, tongue lapping at your own release, eyes fluttering up to meet his heated gaze. 

he groans at the sight, cock jerking visibly, “now get on the bed—it’s time for the real lesson.”

your eyes widen slightly, pulse racing at his words, but at this point you’re so ready for this — your body practically begging as your pussy clenches around nothing, aching to be filled. 

you push up on shaking legs, knees wobbly from the orgasms, turning toward the bed. before you can climb on and sit down — jaehyun’s large, strong hands grip your hips, spinning you around fast. his lips crash onto your again, kissing you hungrily. 

he walks you backward step by step, guiding you onto the bed. your back meets the soft sheets, sinking into the plush mattress as your legs part on instinct, thighs spreading wide. he settles between them heavy and hot, his muscular frame caging you in, his rock hard cock dragging teasingly along your inner thigh. 

jaehyun breaks the kiss only to trail his mouth down your jaw, to your neck, sucking hard enough to mark the skin red, drawing out a sharp moan from you. 

he moves to your breasts next, mouth closing over one nipple, tongue flicking the peak before sucking on it. your body arches off the bed, pressing your chest into his face, the pull shooting straight to your core. 

“jaehyun—,” you moan, the sensation so new and overwhelming in the best way possible. he switches sides, lavishing the other nipple with the same attention — suck, bite, soothe with his tongue — leaving behind a couple of dark hickeys blooming purple on your skin. 

finally, he pulls back, sliding down your body until he’s on his knees. one hand wanders flat over your stomach, tracing down to your hips, then dipping to your inner thigh until his fingers reach your pussy lips, parting them open and exposing your dripping entrance and throbbing clit to the cool air. 

you watch him the entire time, breath held, excitement buzzing through your veins like electricity. 

jaehyun grips his cock at the base, sending you a playful smirk before he guides the flushed head up through your folds – but not inside.

he slides it along your slick, coating himself in your arousal, then swirl the tip around your clit in lazy circles, letting you feel him skin to skin. 

the pressure edges you mercilessly, building that coil together once again. you whine high and desperate, hips bucking up to chase the friction, needing more.

“please….jaehyun.”

he smiles down at you, dimples flashing wickedly, eyes locked on your pleading face. 

“gotta make sure you’re nice and wet, sweet girl.”

he doesn’t give in just yet. tapping his cock against your clit — once, twice, three times — each tap leaving you wanting more. then he drags down your folds again, nudging your hole but pulling back every time, teasing the stretch. 

your whines turn to full begging, thighs trembling, your pussy getting wetter and wetter with ever second. 

when he finally deems you ready, he leans over to snatch the condom on the nightstand, ripping the packet open with his teeth and rolling the latex down his length with practiced ease, the sight making your mouth water. you had no idea who you were anymore, all you know is that you needed him. badly. 

he crawls back up, face hovering inches from yours, “ready?” he asks, voice softer than it’s been the whole night, his cock nudging right at your entrance, the tip kissing your hole. 

you nod frantically, hands going to the nape of his neck.

“yes—please, jaehyun, i need to feel you inside me.”

he doesn’t make you beg anymore after that, pressing forward slowly, the thick head of his cock breaching your tight ring with a wet pop, stretching you inch by burning inch.

it burns so good, fuller than his fingers, your walls yielding reluctantly to his size as he sinks deeper. you’re thankful he took the time prepping you because you can’t even imagine he’d fit if you weren’t this wet. 

you shut your eyes tight, hissing sharp at the slight sting of the stretch. 

jaehyun notices immediately, hips stuttering just a fraction, “you’re doing so well, love – almost there,” he grunts low, voice strained as he fights his own urges.

you’re so fucking tight, so fucking wet and it feels like heaven and torture rolled into one because he knows you’re a virgin — knows he has to go slow, let you savor it. 

once he bottoms out, his balls snug against your ass, he stills completely, giving you a long moment to adjust to the impossible fullness splitting you open, your pussy fluttering wild around him. he peppers your face with soft kisses, a tender contrast to the raw stretch. 

you open your eyes, a little watery from the intensity and he thumbs away a tiny tear before it can fall, gaze locked soft on yours. 

“you still with me?” he murmurs, breath hot against your skin. 

you nod quick, but he tilts his head, dimples faint in that patient smile, “what did i say about words?”

“i’m with you,” you confirm, voice breathy, hands clutching his biceps. 

“i’m gonna move now, okay?”

“okay,” you whisper, pulse thundering.

he starts thrusting slow, pulling out halfway then pushing back in with a smooth roll of his hips, letting you get used to the drag.

the pain starts subsiding quick, morphing into sparks of pleasure that bloom deep in your belly, your body starting to react to it as your hips buck up instinctively to match his slow rhythm, chasing more. 

“faster, please,” you plead, voice wrecked. 

he obliges without question, picking up the pace slightly.

he hikes one of your legs higher, hooking it over his waist, opening you wider — and then he’s hitting it. every snap of his hips grinding right against that spot inside. you moan loud, unrestrained, the sound ripping from your throat. 

“yeah, there we go, baby, let me hear you — you sound so fucking pretty,” he praises, voice rough with lust, urging you on as sweat beads on his temple. 

“right there, right there, right there, please jaehyun—,” your whines mixes with your moans, hands wrapping around his torso, nails scraping his back to pull him closer.

he knows exactly what you need, his cock slamming that spot deeper — relentless, pounding now. 

you’ve never felt anything like it, pleasure coiling vicious and hot, building to a peak that whites out your vision. 

you last a couple more thrusts, walls clamping down hard before your third orgasm crashes through you fully. your entire body heats up, pussy spasming wild around his cock, mouth falling open in a breathless moan, the feeling of raw ecstasy making your eyes shut tight while stars burst behind your lids, limbs locking and trembling in his grip. 

“that’s it, baby, fuck—you’re coming so hard for me,” jaehyun praises you through it, his hips grinding deep to drag out every pulse.

“look at you, creaming all over my cock, squeezing me so tight — perfect little pussy.”

you barely have time to catch your breath and process the fact that you’re no longer a virgin when jaehyun pulls out with a wet slide, your empty pussy clenching around nothing, as your release slides out of your hole and down to your ass crack. 

you hear the sharp snap of latex being yanked off and tossed aside. and the next second – jaehyun’s hovering over you – on his knees, his length obscene and huge, flushed dark and throbbing, veins bulging. he taps the swollen head onto your parted lips. 

“wider,” he commands, tone firm, eyes dark with hunger. 

he definitely fucked you stupid because you obey instantly, parting your lips wider, tongue flicking out instinctively. 

“good girl,” he praises low, dimples flashing wicked before he shoves his cock down your throat in one smooth thrust. it hits the back of your throat immediately, making you gag hard, drool spilling from the corners of your mouth. 

you think back to all those books, the smut you devoured, and you’re prepared for this more than you thought — you force your jaw to slack, relaxing the muscles as much as possible, breathing raggedly through your nose and ignoring the tears welling fast, blurring your vision, as you let jaehyun fuck your mouth. 

his hips snap forward, grunts and groans rumbling deep from his throat, so hot they vibrate straight to your core. you could listen to him forever —  that raw, animalistic sound of need. it makes you horny again, pussy clenching empty, aching fresh, thighs rubbing together for some comfort. 

you almost can’t believe you’ve avoided sexual acts for this long and now you have a man balls deep in your throat in the same hour you lost your virginity. 

but fuck, you wouldn’t change a thing.

this was all your fanfictions exploding into reality and it’s so much hotter — thicker, messier, real sweat and musk and stretch. 

jaehyun’s abs clench tight above you, “nngh–,” a low sound rattles in his throat, somewhere between a moan and a growl, “i’m gonna cum—fuck.”

he’s losing his bearings, his thrusts turning erratic and sloppy. you feel him start to pull back and it’s almost sweet how he doesn’t want to force you to swallow his cum when he’s already choking you with his cock — but your desire is ravenous, your hands shooting up to grip his ass cheeks firmly, nails digging in to yank him deeper, holding him in place. you suck harder, hollowing your cheeks, tongue swirling frantically around him. 

“oh—god,” he groans, head tipping back, “you dirty, dirty girl.”

he grabs a fistful of your hair tightly, yanking your head steady as your tearful eyes lock on his — blown pupils, jaw slack, pure feral lust. 

“you better swallow every drop,” he growls through clenched teeth, his voice breaking, and then he’s erupting — hot ropes pulsing straight down your throat, thick and endless. you gulp it down greedily, not spilling a bit, throat working around him until he’s spent and shuddering above you, cock twitching with aftershocks. 

jaehyun finally pulls out slow, slick strands of spit and cum connecting your lips to his tip before snapping free.

you let yourself cough for a bit, finally regaining air in your lungs as he slides back down your body.

“so good for me, taking it all like that – my perfect girl,” he praises, caressing your face gently before capturing your mouth in a deep kiss, tasting himself in you.

“who taught you how to suck somene off like that, huh?” he teases, eyes sparkling wickedly as he props on his elbows, his body against yours. 

you smile shyly, cheeks burning hot, biting your lip. 

he grins wide, dimples carving deep, already knowing, “those books are that good?” he asks, voice playful. 

you laugh bright, playfully shoving his shoulder, “yeah, well, the writers are pretty damn amazing.”

he quirks a brow high, smirk tugging, “anything else they write about that you want to try?” he waits, gaze intense, hand tracing lazy circles on your skin. 

“i—uhm,” you start, voice soft, “i kinda want to ride you.”

he chuckles deep, hand roaming down your hip, squeezing the curve firm, “you gotta give me five minutes, love,” he says playful, making you laugh again, the tension easing into giddy warmth.

you’re thankful he’s not making this whole thing a bigger deal than it has to be, that he’s not treating you like something breakable just because it’s your first time. 

“do they write about how it feels to be eaten out?” he smirks slow, breaking you out of your thoughts. 

you nod quick, pulse racing fresh. 

“let me know if the writing is as good as the actual thing,” he says teasingly. 

and then he’s shifting down, strong hands spreading your thighs wide, hooking under your knees to pin you open. his breath ghosts hot over your soaked pussy before his tongue flattens, licking a long stripe up your slit from your hole to your clit, lapping your juices clean. 

your head sinks deep into the pillow, back arching sharp, body reacting immediately to his touch,“god—jaehyun,” you whine high, hands flying down to grip his dark hair, tugging the strands between your fingers. 

he groans into you, vibration humming straight to your core and dives in hungrily — lips sealing around your clit, sucking, tongue flicking rapid circles around the sensitive bud. your hips buck up desperately, grinding your folds against his face, chasing the pressure. 

he eats you out filthily, nose bumping your clit as his tongue thrusts in, slurping every drip of your arousal. spit and cream smear his chin, dripping down.

your thighs quake around his head, heels digging into the mattress, your grip tightening in his hair as that spark builds low in your belly once again. 

“jae—fuck, yes,” you gasp, legs trembling now, toes curling into the sheets.

he presses his face deeper and you shatter hard, your fourth orgasm crashing through you like fire, pussy spasming as you squirt tiny bursts against his mouth.

jaehyun drinks it down, sucking your pulsing clit to drag out every throb. your back arches off the bed, cry ripping raw from your chest, as you push his head off of you, giving yourself a moment to breathe. 

his lips are glistening with your release, eyes dark and smug as he crawls beside you, sitting against the headboard as he caresses your hair.

“better than the book, yeah?” he murmurs playfully, earning an eye roll and a tired laugh from you as you calm your racing pulse.

“still wanna ride me, baby?” he asks, voice low and coaxing.

you look up at him then. in truth, you’re feeling tired, but on the other hand, you still wanted to feel it. 

“c-can i?” you ask shyly. 

he nods, thumb stroking your cheek, “of course you can, anything you want to do, love.”

he reaches for another condom on the nightstand. you sit up now, watching him move.

“can i put it on you?”

he gives you a soft smile, handing it over, “yeah, here.” his hand covers yours, showing you how to pinch the tip and slide it down smooth over his hard cock until it hugs him tight. 

once it’s on, he guides you over his lap to straddle him, thighs spreading wide around his hips, “now…just grip the base of me like this,” he says, wrapping your fingers around his cock, steady and thick in your palm, “and sit whenever you’re ready.”

you nod, heart pounding, lining his tip up with your soaked entrance. you take a soft breath before slowly, pushing down, the stretch burning sweetly. 

“oh—shit,” you moans, sinking lower inch by inch, the new angle making you feel him even more, “oh my god—you feel so big.”

he tries to hide his smirk as his hands settle on your waist, rubbing soothing circles, letting you control the drop. 

“take your time, sweet girl—you can do it,” he praises. then his mouth latches onto one nipple, lips sucking softly and sweetly. 

and fuck, there’s a reason why he’s the most valuable donor. 

you whimper, hips dipping further, taking half of his length now, walls clenching greedy around the invasion. he switches nipples, sucking the other into wet heat, humming approval that vibrates through your chest. 

“fuck, you’re tight,” he groans against your skin, one hand sliding up your back to pull you closer, the other kneading your ass.

you continue until your ass meets his thighs and he’s buried balls deep, the fullness stealing your breath, pussy stuffed full and pulsing around him.

you pause there, panting, adjusting to his size. jaehyun kisses between your breasts, up to your neck, murmuring, “move when it feels good, yeah? bounce or grind—whatever you need.”

his words sink in, a gentle push to explore and figure out what your body likes. 

you lift your hips slowly, slick pussy dragging up his shaft, then sink back down slow, the friction sparking fresh heat low in your belly.

then you try grinding circles next, your clit pressing firm against his pubic bone, cock buried deep and still. a soft moan slips out at that — your body likes this roll, the way it rubs that inner wall just right. 

he watches close, eyes locked on your face, hands loose on your hips. and  you can’t help it, he’s just so handsome and patient and everything you wanted this to be. you lean forward, capturing his mouth in a messy kiss, moaning into it as you grind harder. each second builds pressure, pussy clenching around his thickness, learning the rhythm that makes your thighs quiver. 

“that’s it, baby—fuck yourself on my cock—you love it don’t you?” he breathes against your lips, still letting you lead. 

“f-feels s-so full, jaehyun,” you admit in moans, bouncing slightly now, moans pouring into his mouth louder while your hips chase that rising coil, your sweat beads on your skin, tits brushing his chest with every grind. 

the heat swells fast again, that now familiar ache demanding more. you rock frantically, your pace faltering as your thighs start to burn. whines escape between kisses, desperate little sounds that demand more. 

“what do you need, love? tell me,” he asks, his voice husky, though his smirk says he already knows. 

“need it faster—please,” you whine, nails digging into his chest. 

that flips the switch.

he plants your heels firm into the mattress on either side of his hips, “hold here,” he says, guiding your hands up to grip his shoulders tight. then he takes over — hips snapping up at a punishing pace, each thrust slamming into the spot that whites out your vision, his grip on your hip hot and bruising.

you moan louder than you thought you could, your raw cries bouncing off the walls as the sound of skin slapping wet and loud fills your ears.

soon enough, your knees buckle as you collapse against his chest. he doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow — his strong hands grips your ass cheeks, bouncing you up and down his cock easily. 

“jaehyun—fuck!”

your pussy stretches around every ruthless plunge, walls fluttering wild. he grunts by your ear, breath hot on your neck, cock throbbing thicker inside you. 

“i’m–i’m gonna cum—,” you scream between clenched teeth, body seizing as the edge crashes, bringing you to your fifth orgasm. 

“that’s it, baby—squeeze me just like that,” he growls low in your ear as you shatter completely, pussy convulsing violently around him, juices gushing down his shaft, pushing him to his own orgasm. he thrusts deep one last time, his cock pulsing hard as he fills the condom with thick ropes of cum. 

you’re both wrecked, panting, locked together. his arms wrap tight around your back as he kisses your shoulder.

“so fucking perfect,” he murmurs, holding you close through the aftershocks. 

you stay like that for a while, his hand stroking your back in lazy circles, letting you catch your breath and piece your scattered mind back together. the fullness is almost comforting, warm inside, a reminder of how thoroughly he wrecked you. 

you lift your head finally, meeting his gaze, his eyes soft and searching, “you okay?” he asks, thumb brushing your cheek. 

you nod, a shy smile tugging at your lips, “that was—i don’t know how that’s going to be topped…you may have set the standards too high for real men,” you say, laughing softly. 

he laughs with you, deep and warm, his hand sliding up to rub your arm up and down, his soft cock still buried inside you. 

“well, i’ll be here if you ever need your standards met,” he winks, smile widening, those dimples carving deep into his cheeks.

and you can’t resist it anymore — your finger reaches up sweetly, poking one dimple gently. his expression shifts to amused shock, brows lifting playfully as he catches your hand and landing a kiss on your fingertip. 

“thank you,” you say sweetly, “i couldn’t have asked for a better first time.”

he pulls you down for a kiss then, soft and slow, lips moving tenderly against yours, “thank you for trusting me,” he murmurs when he pulls back as you two share a smile.

“let’s get you cleaned up.”

you nod, finally hopping off him, your pussy clenching empty around nothing, juices spilling down between your thighs, already missing that thick stretch as his cock slips free with a wet slide.

he pulls the condom off, tying it off quick before tossing it to the bin, then guides you with a hand at your lower back toward the door leading to the bathroom, your legs feeling like jelly below you.

“one last lesson,” he says smirking, “you need to pee.”

you laugh, the sound light and bubbly, “got it, i have read about that.”

he laughs then, eyes crinkling at the corners, “you gotta send me these books you’re reading…i might learn a thing or two,” he jokes, handing you a soft towel from a stack on the counter.

“go ahead, i’ll get your clothes,” he says before giving you a bit of privacy as he saunters back into the bedroom to pick your clothes off the ground.

you look at your reflection in the mirror and yeah, it does kinda scream that you just got railed in the best way possible.

you do your thing — wiping the sticky mess from your thighs before finally sitting on the toilet. you wash up softly, your pussy still throbbing tenderly, swollen lips aching sweet from the stretch and friction.

he knocks softly before peeking in, he’s back in his clothes now too while your clothes and underwear are draped over his arm.

“all good?” he asks, stepping in to lay them on the counter.

“yeah,” you say, taking the clothes, and slipping into it.

he turns away politely and it’s cute considering how he’s the only person to ever see and touch your body intimately.

you step out of the bathroom fully dressed and he walks over to you, placing his hand up, palm open just like how this all started.

“ready to head out?”

you nod, placing your hand in his, warm and steady. he leads you out the door of suite 14 and into the hallway back to the lobby, his fingers laced loosed with yours. as you’re walking, he pulls out a single red rose that he tucked between his pajama pants like the cheeky, cheeky man he is.

“for you ms. y/n.”

you try to hide your smile, cheeks warming, “thank you, mr. jung,” you giggle, taking the rose from him, the symbolism of the flower making you laugh inside – how poetic.

“is it always this sweet here?” you ask, twirling the stem between your fingers.

“it depends on the client,” he says honestly, dimples deepening as he glances sideways.

“has anyone fallen in love with a client before?” you ask, head already swrling with romantic fantasies.

he pauses to think for a bit, “i don’t think so…but i wouldn’t put it past us,” he says rationally, “we are still human after all.”

you nod at that. then you make it to the door that leads to the lobby.

“well…johnny will take care of you now,” he says, “thank you for choosing me, ms. y/n,” he smiles then, releasing your hand softly just to offer it out again for handshake.

you take it, shaking his hand, “i couldn’t have chosen a better donor,” you say softly.

then, just when you thought it was over – he brings your hand up to his lips, placing a soft kiss between your knuckles, the brush of his mouth sending a final spark through your skin.

“come back whenever you want,” he says, sending you a playful wink, dimples flashing one last time before finally letting you step back into the lobby, your heart fluttering quietly in your chest as the door to the private suites closes behind you.

✚ END OF SESSION ✚

“welcome back,” johnny says lightly, pulling you back to reality as you walk up to the reception desk.

“how was suite 14?”

you grip the rose tighter between your fingers, body and mind still humming from jaehyun, “perfect,” you admit shyly, cheeks heating.

johnny nods approvingly, a small smile on his lips, “jaehyun’s got that effect.”

then he’s sliding a black bag towards you. you eye it suspiciously, curiosity piqued.

“a gift from us,” johnny says, eyes twinkling, “a little thank you for giving us a chance.”

you smile, grabbing the bag and thanking him before finally stepping out of the clinic and into the cool evening air.

you slide into the driver’s seat of your car, exhaling long and slow, processing everything that just happened. your body aches in the best way, the faint musk of sex clinging to your skin.

you checked the inside of the bag to find a folded white hoodie with the words ORGASM DONOR in bold letters across the chest. a laugh bubbles up from your chest, genuine and light, cutting through the post-sex haze.

you pull your phone out then, pulling up the neo orgasm’s clinic website to leave your own review:

“jaehyun is every swoon-worthy romantic lead i’ve ever read and so much more. a patient teacher, a dominant lover, the most perfect donor who made this virgin’s first time a bestseller. if your fantasies live between the lines, book him. you’ll beg for the sequel.”

✚ APPOINTMENT STATUS: COMPLETE ✚

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[bambiiverse]

Under My Skin (M) - P.WB

Pairing: Wonbin x Fem!Reader

Genre: s m u t, enemies to lovers!au

WC: ~13K

Synopsis: Y/n dreads sharing a beach house with Park Wonbin, the infuriating flirt she swears she hates. When her friends invite his group along to split costs, days of sun, sand, and petty rivalry follow. Caught between old grudges and a new, dangerous kind of chemistry, the two navigate a secret shift in their relationship over the course of one chaotic, end-of-semester trip—one that might not stay just a summer fling once they’re back in the city

The group chat was chaos.

Mina: beach house is $$$ we are actually broke

Jia: but i already bought 3 bikinis

You: return them

Jia: wow ur so anti-fun

You huffed, tossing your phone face down on your bed. End-of-semester beach trip, they said. It’ll be relaxing, they said. Somehow, the only thing you felt right now was a mix of anxiety and secondhand poverty.

Mina’s voice floated in from the desk where she was hunched over her laptop, tabs upon tabs open with photos of beach houses, price comparisons, and an ominous-looking spreadsheet.

“Okay,” she sighed, spinning her chair toward you. “If we get this place, it’s like… fifty dollars over budget per person.”

“Per person?” you deadpanned. “What are we renting, a castle?”

She swung the screen toward you; the listing showed floor-to-ceiling glass windows, a wraparound porch, a view of the ocean, and a hot tub.

“…Okay, it’s a really nice castle,” you admitted. “But still.”

Mina gnawed her bottom lip, then brightened like she’d just solved world hunger. “Actually, I might have a solution.”

You didn’t like the way she said that.

“What kind of solution?” you asked slowly.

She swiveled back to the laptop and clicked over to another tab—her messages. A chat with someone named Jihoon 🏄‍♂️ popped up.

“Mina,” you warned.

“So, Jihoon and his friends are planning an end-of-semester trip too,” she said, fingers flying over the keys. “They’re also broke. If we go together, we split the cost between more people. Boom, solved.”

From the floor, where Jia was lying on her stomach painting her toenails neon yellow, came a delighted gasp. “Co-ed beach trip? Say less. I’m in.”

“Of course you are,” you muttered.

Jia looked up, grinning. “What, do you hate fun and men?”

“Yes,” you replied without missing a beat. “Absolutely.”

Mina laughed. “Come on. It makes sense. We were gonna hang out with them anyway when we got back. This is just… combination hanging out. Economical hanging out.”

You frowned, trying to find solid ground under the wave of sudden change. “It’s supposed to be a girls’ trip,” you pointed out. “We planned this since, like, midterms. And now we’re just… adding a horde of loud boys into the mix?”

“They’re not a horde,” Mina protested. “There’s just five of them.”

“So a small horde,” you countered. “Also, is there even enough room? What if they’re disgusting and smelly and leave sand everywhere? What if they’re annoying? What if—”

“Oh my God,” Jia cut in, capping her nail polish. “Just say what you really mean.”

You crossed your arms. “I am.”

She and Mina exchanged the kind of look that said they’d been waiting for this.

Mina spun fully toward you, folding her arms to mirror your posture. “This isn’t about logistics,” she said. “This is about Park Wonbin.”

Your stomach dropped. “No, it’s not,” you lied immediately.

Jia laughed. “You just said boys like it was a slur.”

“That’s because he is included in ‘boys,’ and he’s basically a walking red flag,” you shot back. “Why would I willingly sign up to share a roof with Wonbin?”

Mina groaned. “You two don’t, like, actually hate each other.”

“Yes, we do,” you said at the same time Jia chimed in, “They definitely do.”

You pointed at Jia. “Thank you.”

“Babe,” Mina said, exasperated, “the most intense thing that’s ever happened between you two is him calling you ‘princess’ and you almost throwing your coffee at him.”

“First of all, I am the victim in that story,” you argued. “Second, he’s—he’s overconfident and annoying and flirts with anything that breathes. Including you two!” You gestured at them. “Why are you so excited to spend days trapped in a house with someone whose entire personality is being a menace?”

“Because he’s hot,” Jia replied instantly.

Mina snorted. “Okay but also he’s funny. And he’s Jihoon’s best friend, which means he’s vetted.”

“Vetted for what?” you said. “Being chaos incarnate?”

Mina sighed, softening her tone. “Look. Whatever this… thing is between you two, it doesn’t have an actual basis. You never could give me one concrete example.”

“He exists,” you said flatly. “Is that not enough?”

Jia threw a pillow at you. “You’re so dramatic. It’s not that serious. You talk about him like you’re writing an essay about idiots.’”

Heat crawled up your neck. “I do not.”

“You do,” Mina and Jia chorused.

Mina rolled closer and bumped your knee with her chair. “Be honest. He gets under your skin and you kind of… like having someone to spar with.”

You scoffed. “I like winning. Which I do. Often.”

Jia raised a brow. “You two are like… fifty-fifty at this point.”

The fact that she wasn’t entirely wrong pissed you off more.

Mina’s expression turned pleading. “It’s just a few days. You don’t even have to talk to him. You can pretend he doesn’t exist and enjoy the beach and the hot tub and not being broke.”

Your jaw tightened. A part of you wanted to dig your heels in, to prove them wrong about… whatever dumb theory they had about you and Wonbin. Another part of you imagined saying no and then listening to them complain about money for the next week.

You exhaled. “Fine.”

“Fine?” Mina repeated, eyes widening.

“As long as they say yes,” you clarified. “And as long as he doesn’t pull any of his usual crap. If he pisses me off, I’m dealing with him privately.”

Jia wiggled her brows. “Privately?”

“Not like that,” you snapped.

Mina’s grin was instant, blinding. “You won’t regret this.”

You already did.

~

They said yes.

Of course they did.

The beach house looked even better in person. The front porch wrapped almost all the way around, the salty air was thick and warm, and you could hear the ocean before you could see it—waves crashing in a soothing, relentless rhythm.

Your group’s car pulled in first. You stretched your cramped legs, shouldered your tote, and took a deep breath of sea air.

“Smell that?” Jia sighed happily, shading her eyes. “That’s the scent of freedom and bad decisions.”

“Smells like SPF fifty and sand in unfortunate places,” you muttered, but your lips twitched anyway.

You had just wrestled your suitcase out of the trunk when another car pulled into the driveway. Bass thumped faintly from within. Of course.

“Boys are here,” Mina sing-songed.

The car doors opened in succession. Jihoon, all sun-tousled hair and easy smile, waved as he stepped out. A couple of the other guys you vaguely recognized from campus spilled out after him.

Then he appeared.

Park Wonbin hopped out of the backseat like this was a commercial for summer, stretching with a groan that lifted his already-too-short T-shirt to flash a strip of tan skin. His hair was pushed back by a pair of sunglasses perched on his head. He slung a duffel over his shoulder like it weighed nothing.

The worst part was that Jia was right. He was stupidly attractive.

You schooled your face into neutral.

His gaze swept across the driveway, landing on you like it’d been looking for you in particular. His mouth curled.

“Aw,” he drawled, striding closer. “They let you come?”

You inhaled through your nose. “Unfortunately, no one enforced a minimum IQ requirement, so here you are.”

Behind you, Mina cleared her throat sharply.

Jihoon clapped a hand on Wonbin’s shoulder. “Play nice,” he murmured.

Mina slipped her arm through yours, voice low. “Remember what we talked about. Group morale. No banter.”

You bit back three separate comebacks. “He started it,” you said under your breath.

“Don’t care,” she whispered back. “If you murder him on day one, Jihoon’s going to be sad and I’ll be single forever.”

Wonbin’s brows rose as if he’d heard that last part. “I promise I won’t die,” he said easily. “Princess here doesn’t have it in her.”

Your eye twitched.

“Suitcases,” Mina said brightly, louder now. “Let’s get everything inside.”

You dragged yours up the steps, muttering, “If I push him down these stairs by accident, that’s not murder. That’s gravity.”

“Y/n,” Mina hissed.

“Fine,” you grumbled.

Inside, the house was cool and spacious, all wooden beams and big windows. You staked out a bedroom with Mina, unpacked just enough to feel like you weren’t living out of your bag, and changed into your bikini and an oversized T-shirt.

The others congregated in the living room, voices overlapping as everyone talked at once.

“Beach first?” Jihoon suggested.

“Beach first,” the group agreed.

You grabbed your book from your bag—a slightly battered paperback you’d been slowly savoring all semester—and tucked it protectively under your arm as you headed out.

The sand was hot under your feet, the early afternoon sun blazing overhead. Everyone scattered: some ran straight for the water with whoops and shouts, others started setting up towels and umbrellas.

You spread your towel a little distance from the chaos and lay down on your stomach, book propped in front of you. The familiar weight of it in your hands calmed you.

The noise of a volleyball game picking up further down the beach faded into background static as you lost yourself in the words.

You were just getting to a particularly devastating line when a shadow fell across the page.

“You know no one actually reads at the beach, right?” a voice said.

You didn’t even look up. “And yet, here I am, disproving your thesis.”

A low chuckle.

“Come on,” Wonbin said, dropping down in the sand near your towel without invitation. “You bring a book to the beach so everyone thinks you’re mysterious and deep while you stare off into the distance dramatically. You’re doing this all wrong.”

You turned a page deliberately. “Not everything is performative.”

“Says the girl who brought the thickest book she owns and placed it cover-up,” he pointed out.

Your eyes flicked to him, annoyed. “Maybe I like the cover.”

He tilted his head, studying you. There was something softer in his gaze that made your chest feel uncomfortably tight, so you looked away.

“So,” he continued, undeterred, “what are you reading that’s more interesting than inescapable fun with me?”

“You seriously want me to list all the things more interesting than you?” you asked. “We’d be here all day.”

He grinned. “Careful. You’re starting to sound jealous.”

You blinked. “Jealous… of what?”

He sprawled back on his elbows, sunglasses sliding down onto his nose. “Of how much everyone else likes me.”

A laugh burst out of you before you could stop it. You quickly turned it into a scoff. “Please. They’re just gullible. You turn on the charm and they forget you’re a bitch.”

“Or,” he said, voice taking on a teasing lilt, “they think you’re being a little extra about hating me for no real reason.”

A flare of heat licked at your cheeks. You sat up, closing your book. “I have reasons.”

“Name one that doesn’t sound made up,” he challenged.

You opened your mouth.

Silence.

He smirked. “That’s what I thought.”

Before you could respond, Mina’s voice called your name. You turned to see her and Jihoon waving frantically from the volleyball net.

“Swap out with us!” Jihoon shouted. “We need fresh legs!”

You shot Mina a look that said traitor. She mouthed please and made a heart with her hands.

“I’m reading,” you protested weakly.

“Come on,” Wonbin goaded, already getting to his feet. “What, afraid to lose to me again?”

“That implies I’ve ever lost to you,” you said, standing and brushing sand off your legs.

He walked backward toward the net, grinning. “There’s a first time for everything, princess.”

“Stop calling me that,” you snapped, following.

Mina and Jihoon jogged off the court, exchanging a relieved look.

“It’s like distracting two kids with a toy,” Mina muttered to Jihoon as they passed.

You pretended not to hear.

~

The game dragged on for longer than you expected. You forgot, briefly, that you were supposed to be avoiding Wonbin, caught up instead in the rhythm of serve, bump, set, spike. Sweat beaded on your skin, salt sticking to everything.

Wonbin, infuriatingly, was good. His serves were powerful, his reflexes quick. Every time he scored a point, he shot you a cocky grin across the net.

By the time someone finally declared a winning team, the sun had dipped lower in the sky, the light softening.

Of course, his team won.

“Losers,” Jihoon crowed, “go wet yourselves and get sand-bombed. We agreed.”

“Who agreed?” you demanded. “I didn’t agree.”

“You didn’t say no,” Mina sing-songed.

“This is peer pressure,” you muttered as you trudged toward the water, the other “losers” following.

The ocean was cool against your overheated skin. A few of your teammates dunked themselves fully, shrieking at the temperature.

You waded in up to your thighs, glaring murderously at the boys on shore gathering handfuls of sand.

“Don’t you dare,” you warned as you came back up the beach.

Wonbin, holding what looked like an actual bucket of sand, smiled sweetly. “Punishment builds character.”

Before you could escape, he upended the bucket over your head.

Sand rained down your hair, your back, into your bikini, everywhere.

You sputtered, blinking grit out of your lashes. “I hate you,” you informed him.

He laughed so hard he doubled over. “You look like a croquette.”

The others howled with laughter. Even you couldn’t help a disbelieving, half-strangled laugh once you realized how ridiculous you must look.

“You’re dead,” you said, wiping your face. “You know that, right?”

He only winked. “Worth it.”

~

By the time everyone trudged back to the house, the sky had turned pink and gold. You showered quickly, washing what felt like a pound of sand from your hair, then slipped into comfy shorts and a loose top.

The house’s porch was shaded, a faint breeze cutting through the warm air. You curled up on a chair outside, hair still damp, your beloved book in hand again.

The sliding door opened with a soft thud. You didn’t have to look up to know who it was.

“You know, if you sit in silence too long, you might start having thoughts,” Wonbin said, stepping out.

“I already have thoughts,” you replied dryly, eyes on the page. “That’s the problem.”

He leaned against the porch railing, looking out at the glimpse of ocean beyond the dunes. For a moment, he was quiet.

Then, “Jihoon says I’m not allowed to ‘provoke’ you.” He even did the air quotes.

You snorted. “Mina said the same. Something about ‘keeping group morale up.’”

“Apparently we’re exhausting,” he said.

“You are exhausting,” you corrected.

He glanced over, lips twitching. “See? That. Provocation.”

You closed the book with a finger marking your place and finally met his eyes. “You always have some criticism ready. It’s like a reflex. Maybe we just… don’t have compatible personalities. And that’s fine. I’m planning to pretend you don’t exist for the rest of the trip.”

You’d meant it to sound flippant, but the words came out firmer than you expected.

For a flicker of a second, something like disappointment crossed his face. It was gone almost immediately, replaced by his usual lazy amusement.

“Bold of you to assume you can ignore me,” he said lightly. “You’ll get bored and come running back for an argument. You’ll miss me.”

“In your dreams,” you shot back.

He pushed off the railing. “I have very interesting dreams,” he said casually, then slid the door open and disappeared inside.

You stared at the closed door long after he was gone.

Did you seek him out? You thought back—every party, every mutual hangout, every casual gathering. How often did you end up near him? How often did you launch the first barb?

You pressed your thumb harder into your book, annoyed at yourself.

It wasn’t that you liked the arguments. You liked… getting the last word. Putting him in his place. Right?

You reopened your book, determined not to think about it.

~

Dinner was loud and messy. Someone burned the garlic bread, but everyone ate it anyway. Afterward, you all migrated to the living room with drinks and snacks.

Games started: card games, drinking games, dares. Wonbin drifted in and out of your orbit, sometimes sitting across from you, sometimes ending up right beside you on the couch.

Every time your knees brushed, you pretended not to notice.

“Truth or drink,” Jihoon declared at one point, slamming a bottle down on the coffee table.

It devolved quickly.

“Who here would you hook up with?”

“What’s the most embarrassing thing you’ve done drunk?”

“How many people have you kissed?”

You answered your share, deflected a few with sips, rolled your eyes a lot. Wonbin answered everything with almost infuriating ease, laughing his way through.

At one point, someone asked him, “Have you ever fallen for someone who hates your guts?”

The room ooohed.

He looked right at you when he answered.

“Not yet,” he said smoothly, taking a sip.

Your throat went dry. You looked away first.

Later, some of the group migrated out to the hot tub. You stayed inside, perched on the arm of an armchair, ostensibly scrolling on your phone but really just… watching.

You hated how often your gaze found him.

He was laughing at something Jihoon said, head thrown back, lips parted, eyes crinkling. He moved so easily, as if his body was made to occupy space like that. There was something magnetic about it, which you resented on principle.

He glanced over suddenly, catching your eye. You snapped your gaze back to your phone.

Smooth.

~

It was late by the time you finally peeled yourself away from the group and headed toward the hallway where the bedrooms were.

You were half-asleep on your feet when a shadow appeared at the end of the corridor.

You almost ran into him.

“Jesus—” you started, stopping short.

Wonbin leaned a shoulder against the wall, blocking your path just enough that you had to either brush past him or step back.

“I noticed you staring,” he said, tone lazy.

Your stomach plummeted. “What?”

“Earlier,” he clarified. “On the couch. By the hot tub door. You kept looking at me.”

You scrambled for logic and came up empty-handed. “I was… looking at everyone.”

He smiled, slow and knowing, like he could see right through you. “Sure.”

You grasped at indignation like a lifeline. “Not everything is about you,” you snapped.

He hummed, amused. “It kind of looked like it was.”

You opened your mouth, then closed it again. You genuinely didn’t have a solid reason, and that unsettled you more than you wanted to admit.

“It’s not what you think,” you managed finally.

“What do I think?” he asked softly.

You scowled. “That I want your attention or something.”

He shrugged, finally straightening up to give you space. “If the shoe fits.”

You shoved past him, heat prickling under your skin. “Go to bed, Wonbin.”

“Goodnight, princess,” he called after you.

You slammed your bedroom door harder than necessary.

Mina, already in bed, looked up from her phone. “Everything okay?”

“Fine,” you said, too quickly.

You lay down, staring at the ceiling.

Ignoring him was going to be harder than you thought.

~

The next day dawned bright and hot. You tried to blame the heat for how restless you felt.

Out on the sand again, you staked out your towel right next to Mina and Jia, determined to focus on the water, the sky, literally anything else.

Wonbin jogged by on his way to join another impromptu volleyball match, pausing for just a second.

His gaze skimmed over you from head to toe, lingering for a heartbeat longer than it should have.

“I like your swimsuit,” he said easily. “It’s my favorite color.”

The compliment landed like a pebble in a still pool, sending rings of awareness through you.

You narrowed your eyes. “Don’t flatter yourself. I didn’t ask for your opinion.”

He clucked his tongue. “Even when I’m being nice, you act like I’m about to bite you.”

“Force of habit,” you said coolly, reaching for your sunscreen. “You trained me well.”

He shook his head, smiling as he ran off. “Suit yourself.”

You watched him go, jaw tight.

“Y/n,” Jia said, sunglasses perched atop her head as she turned toward you. “He was being nice.”

“Exactly,” you said. “Which is suspicious.”

She laughed, flopping back down. “You exhaust me.”

You rolled your eyes and eventually wandered into the shallows with your friends. The waves lapped at your calves, the water sparkling around you. Further up the sand, the boys were mid-game again.

You tried to tune them out… and failed.

You found yourself watching Wonbin, tracking the way he moved, the easy power behind his spikes.

“Stop staring,” Mina murmured.

“I’m not,” you lied.

She gave you a look. You focused very intently on the water.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Wonbin go for a particularly ambitious hit. The ball flew up, catching the wind.

Too much power, wrong angle.

You followed its trajectory with growing dread.

“Oh no,” you breathed.

The ball arced perfectly toward the cluster of umbrellas where your towels and bags were spread out. And right in the middle of it all, lying face-up on your towel like a vulnerable sacrifice, was your book.

“No, no, no—” you splashed forward, but the ball had already landed, crashing into your things and sending sand spraying.

From the dunes, you saw Wonbin sprinting after it, feet pounding, sand flying. He skidded to a stop right on your towel.

Right on your book.

You watched in horror as his wet, sand-covered foot came down squarely on the paperback.

He froze, looking down.

You saw the exact second realization dawned on his face.

“Oh, he’s dead,” Jia whispered beside you, half-laughing.

Mina grabbed your arm. “Don’t fight,” she said nervously. “It was an accident.”

But you were already pulling away, storming up the sand.

Your heart pounded, rage lighting up your nerves. You barely heard your friends calling after you.

Wonbin bent down and gingerly picked up the book, wincing at the bent cover and creased, dampened pages.

“I can fix it,” he started.

“Don’t touch it,” you snapped, snatching it from his hands.

He flinched at your tone. “It was an accident.”

You held the ruined book up between you like evidence. “You would’ve reacted the same if it were your stupid sunglasses.”

He opened his mouth, then closed it. “Okay, fair,” he admitted.

Your friends had caught up by then, hovering a few feet away.

“Guys,” Jihoon called out, half-laughing, half-worried. “Let’s not—”

“No one needs to see this,” you cut him off sharply, jabbing a finger at Wonbin. “We’re taking it inside.”

The group went quiet.

Wonbin blinked. “What?”

“You heard me,” you said, grabbing a handful of his hair at the back of his head and tugging.

He yelped. “Ow—okay, okay!”

You marched him up the beach, ignoring the disbelieving laughter and wolf-whistles behind you.

“You’re going to kill him,” Mina called out.

“He’ll be lucky if you ever see him walking again,” you threw over your shoulder.

Wonbin stumbled along, half-bent to relieve the pull on his scalp. “Is this really necessary?” he complained.

“Yes,” you said.

~

Inside, the air conditioning hit your heated skin, making you shiver. You shoved Wonbin toward the couch.

“Sit,” you ordered.

He flopped down, rubbing the back of his head with a wince. “You’re actually insane,” he muttered, but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes.

“What are you going to do now?” he asked, leaning back and spreading his arms along the back of the couch. “You made this whole spectacle about teaching me a lesson. Might as well commit. As long as you don’t make me cry.”

You glared. “I want to hit you over the head, but you’d probably enjoy that.”

He grinned. “Depends how hard.”

You threw your hands up. “See? This is why I hate you.”

You stalked into the kitchen, leaving him confused—but not nearly as confused as you felt.

Your eyes landed on the fruit bowl.

Slowly, a plan formed.

When you came back, you were holding a lime and your phone.

He eyed the lime warily. “Please tell me that’s not going where I think it’s going.”

“You’re going to eat this,” you said, holding it up. “The whole thing. Rind and all. While I film it. If you spit it out, I pinch you... as hard as I want.”

He stared. “Are you in middle school?”

“My book is traumatized,” you retorted. “It deserves justice.”

He gestured at the bedraggled paperback on the coffee table. “You can still read it. It’s just a little… creased.”

“Say that again, and I’ll go cut up your swim trunks,” you threatened.

His eyes widened. “You’re bluffing.”

You took a step toward the hallway.

“Okay, okay,” he said quickly. “Jeez. So, me eating that would actually make you feel better?”

You considered it. “Yes.”

He sighed, grabbed the lime, and bit into it like it was an apple.

You hit record.

The first chew was immediate regret. His whole face contorted.

“Oh my God,” he choked. “This is so bad.”

“Keep going,” you said sternly.

He made an inhuman noise, but complied. Juice dripped down his chin; his eyes watered. You zoomed in mercilessly.

“If you spit it out, I’m pinching you,” you reminded him.

“Y-you’re a sadist,” he managed around a mouthful of citrus and peel.

You bit back a smile. “You ruined my book. Actions have consequences.”

He powered through the last bite like a man on a mission. When he finally swallowed, he collapsed back against the couch, grimacing like he’d just seen God.

You stopped recording.

“Happy?” he croaked.

You set your phone down and, almost without thinking, reached over to pat his head, fingers brushing through his damp hair.

He went very still.

“Yes,” you said simply.

Then you stood, grabbed your book, and headed toward the door.

“Wait,” he called after you, voice faintly hoarse. “You’re just… leaving?”

“You served your sentence,” you replied over your shoulder. “You’re free to go.”

~

When you stepped back onto the porch, the air seemed brighter somehow. You walked down the steps toward the sand where the others were still gathered in a loose circle.

“Where’s Wonbin?” Jihoon asked immediately, half-joking, half-concerned.

“Alive,” you said. “Unfortunately.”

He relaxed.

A minute later, Wonbin emerged from the house, wiping at his mouth like he could scrub away the taste of citrus.

Everyone stared.

“What happened to you?” one of the guys blurted.

He glanced at you, something sparking in his eyes. “I apologized,” he said solemnly. “And I was forgiven.”

There was a chorus of disbelieving laughter.

Later, as the sun dipped and a cooler breeze rolled in, someone brought out more drinks. You all sprawled in deck chairs and on the porch steps, the sky shifting from orange to purple.

Stories began—about classes, professors, embarrassing moments from freshman year.

Inevitably, the lime incident came up.

“Tell it again,” Jia giggled, already tipsy. “I want to hear it from him.”

“Absolutely not,” Wonbin said.

“Yes,” the group countered.

He sighed dramatically. “Okay. So, I accidentally murdered her book with my foot. May it rest in peace.”

“It’s still alive,” you interjected.

He continued as if you hadn’t spoken. “And in a fit of righteous fury, she dragged me inside by the hair—”

“You deserved that,” you said.

“—and made me eat an entire lime, rind and all, on camera, under threat of violence.”

Mina choked on her drink, laughing. “You did what?”

“Show the video,” someone yelled.

You debated for a half-second, then shrugged and pulled it up, passing your phone around.

The porch erupted in screams and cackles as everyone watched his increasingly devastated expressions.

“You’re such a simp,” one of Wonbin’s friends declared between wheezes.

“You really ate the whole thing for her?” Jihoon added, incredulous.

Wonbin took a long swig from his cup, then flicked his eyes to you.

“You have no idea,” he said lightly.

Something in your stomach flipped.

“Y/n,” Jia teased, nudging you. “You look so pleased with yourself.”

You realized you were smiling.

“Because he deserved it,” you said quickly. “Not because—”

“Sure, sure,” she drawled.

You ignored the heat creeping up your neck and took a sip from your own drink.

~

Later, when the crowd started thinning—some people drifting to their rooms, others lying on the couches half-asleep—you headed to bed with Mina.

She changed into her pajamas as you sat on the edge of the bed, fingers picking at a loose thread on the comforter.

“Hey,” you said abruptly. “Do you think he’s… flirting with me?”

Mina paused mid-step. “Wonbin?”

You gave her a look. “No, the other boy I dragged inside by the hair today.”

She climbed into bed opposite you, facing you with interest. “I mean… yeah? I always kind of thought he was.”

You blinked. “What?”

She shrugged. “He only argues with you like that. He remembers everything you say. He knows exactly how to get under your skin. That’s not… nothing.”

You shook your head. “He just likes annoying people.”

“Maybe,” she said. “But don’t you ever feel like there’s… something else?”

Your mind flashed with the image of him looking at you when he’d answered that Truth or Drink question. The way he’d eaten the lime without really fighting back. The way he’d gone quiet for a second when you’d said you’d pretend he didn’t exist.

You swallowed.

“I’ve never even thought about him like that,” you lied.

Mina raised a skeptical brow. “Really? Not even once? He’s literally a campus heartthrob.”

You scoffed. “I have too much self-respect to fall for someone like him.”

She laughed. “You say that like you’re not obsessed with arguing with him.”

“I’m not obsessed,” you protested. “I’m… invested.”

“In what?” she asked gently.

You didn’t have an answer.

Mina sighed, a little dreamy. “I just think it would be cute, that’s all. If you and he actually liked each other, we could go on double dates with him and Jihoon.”

You groaned, flopping back. “I hate you so much right now.”

She turned off the lamp, plunging the room into soft darkness.

“Just think about it,” she murmured.

You stared at the ceiling again, this time with his face stubbornly occupying the space where your thoughts should’ve been.

~

The next morning, you woke up with the distinct feeling of having had a very important dream that you couldn’t quite remember.

It left you unsettled.

Mina’s words replayed in your head as you brushed your teeth, as you pulled on your swimsuit, as you tied your hair up.

If he didn’t like you, would he bother so much?

You thought about every time he’d sought you out. The way he lit up just a little bit more when you threw something back at him. How, even yesterday, when he’d clearly been worried about your wrath over the book, he’d still joked and fumbled his way through that stupid lime challenge.

If he truly didn’t care, he wouldn’t give you all that attention.

An idea slipped in, uninvited and unwelcome—and yet, once there, impossible to shake.

What if you tested it?

You stared at your reflection.

If you pushed, if you turned the tables, if you went as far as you could… would he still be there matching you? Or would he pull away and show you that you’d been right all along—that he was just an asshole who liked to play games?

You dried your hands and made a decision.

If he let you go all the way, you’d know.

And if he didn’t… well. Then at least you’d finally stop wondering.

~

The day unfolded like the one before it, but with one key difference.

You didn’t avoid him.

You sought him out.

At breakfast, you stole the last piece of toast off his plate just as he was reaching for it.

“Hey,” he said, eyebrows shooting up.

“You snooze, you lose,” you replied, biting into it.

His eyes narrowed. “Oh, we’re doing that today.”

“Doing what?” you asked innocently.

He studied you for a long beat, something sharp and curious in his gaze.

“Nothing,” he said at last, a slow grin spreading. “Game on, princess.”

On the beach, you splashed water at him first. When he retaliated, you only went harder, laughing as you ducked under the waves and popped up behind him to push him back down.

You chased him through the shallows, hooked your ankle around his to trip him, shoved him into the water when he least expected it.

He took it all, laughing, eyes bright, like this was the most fun he’d had in ages.

At one point, you climbed onto his back in the water, arms around his shoulders, pushing him under with a victorious whoop.

He surfaced, coughing, hair plastered to his forehead, water streaming down his face.

“You’re actually trying to kill me,” he accused, breathless.

“Maybe I am,” you said, heartbeat thudding oddly at how close your faces were.

He stilled for a fraction of a second, gaze flicking to your mouth and back.

Then he shook his head, swam away, and you followed, relentless.

You could tell he was trying to figure you out.

Good.

~

By mid-afternoon, he was flagging. Even you were starting to feel the burn in your limbs.

“I need a break,” he said finally, pushing wet hair back from his face. “I’m going inside for water before you drown me for real.”

“Coward,” you taunted.

He rolled his eyes, half-smiling, and headed up the beach toward the house.

You watched him go, chest tight with a mix of triumph and something you didn’t want to name.

Then you followed.

The kitchen was cool and bright when you stepped in, the buzz of the fridge loud in the quiet.

Wonbin stood by the counter, back to you, gulping from a bottle of water. He set it down with a sigh, bracing his hands on the countertop, head hanging for a moment like he was trying to pull himself together.

You leaned in the doorway, watching him.

He must’ve sensed you, because he spoke without turning around.

“If you came to drown me in the sink,” he said, voice a little rough, “you’re going to have to wait until I catch my breath.”

You pushed off the doorframe and padded into the kitchen, water still dripping from your hair onto the tile.

“Did you think I was done with you?” you asked softly.

He straightened and turned, eyes widening slightly when he saw how close you were.

“…Honestly?” he said. “Yeah. I was kind of hoping.”

There was a strain in his expression now, a tension in his shoulders. You noticed the way his fingers curled into the counter’s edge, the way his throat worked as he swallowed.

“What more could you possibly do to me today?” he asked, reaching absently for the fruit bowl. He picked up a lemon, holding it up as a joke, a crooked smile on his lips. “I’ll just go ahead and eat this if it means you’ll give me a break.”

You stared at him for a long moment, that same mix of amusement and something hotter pooling low in your stomach.

A laugh slipped out of you, surprised and genuine.

“You’re pathetic,” you said, stepping closer. “I didn’t expect you to give up so easily.”

His smile faltered, something raw flickering in his gaze.

“If you’re trying to give me a taste of my own medicine,” he said quietly, “you’re not playing fair at all.”

You tilted your head. “Unlike you, irking people isn’t really my thing,” you replied. “So I’m sorry if you don’t think it’s fair.”

Your apology didn’t sound very apologetic.

He studied you like he was memorizing you, eyes moving from your damp lashes to the droplets clinging to your collarbone.

“Yeah,” he murmured. “That’s kind of what I’m afraid of.”

You felt something in the air between you shift, going denser, charged.

He was still holding the lemon.

It looked stupid between his fingers, bright yellow and harmless, like this was just another one of your stupid games.

Except it didn’t feel like a game anymore.

You could hear the faint thump of music through the walls, the muffled crash of waves outside. In here, though, it was just you and him and the hum of the fridge.

“You’re pathetic,” you repeated, softer now, watching the way his throat bobbed as he swallowed.

His hand tightened around the lemon until his knuckles paled. “And yet you still haven’t told me what this is,” he said quietly. “You flipped the script on me and didn’t give me a reason. Why?”

You swallowed, forcing yourself not to look away.

“Why don’t you tell me?” you countered. “You’re the one who’s always analyzing me, right? High and mighty princess, too proud for anyone. Isn’t that what you said?”

A muscle ticked in his jaw. “You remember that?”

You scoffed. “Of course I do. You think I forget every little jab you throw?”

His gaze flicked over your face, lingering on your mouth. “No,” he said slowly. “I guess you don’t forget anything.”

Silence stretched between you, dense and prickly.

He set the lemon down with a dull thud and straightened, like he was bracing himself.

“Look,” he exhaled, “if this is you trying to get back at me for… whatever, congratulations. I’m officially off-balance.” A humorless little smile tugged at his lips. “You win. Again. So what now?”

You stepped into his space before you could overthink it.

Up close, he smelled like salt and sunscreen and something warmer underneath. His chest rose and fell a little too fast.

“Now,” you said, tilting your head, “I keep going until I figure you out.”

His voice dropped. “You think you don’t already know me?”

You searched his eyes. There was the usual teasing spark there, but underneath it… something else. Something you’d been carefully ignoring.

“I think,” you said slowly, “I know the version of you that likes pissing me off.”

“And?” he prompted, barely above a whisper.

“And I want to see what happens when I stop letting you hide behind that,” you finished.

His breath hitched.

For the first time since you’d met him, he didn’t have a comeback ready. No joke, no deflection, no smug little jab.

Just you, reflected back in his eyes, closer than you’d ever let yourself be.

“You’re doing this on purpose,” he said at last, voice rough. “All of this. The toast, the water, drowning me, dragging me around like I’m your personal punching bag—”

“You like it,” you cut in.

He huffed out an incredulous laugh. “That’s the problem.”

Heat crept up your neck. “So you admit it.”

He looked down at you, something resigned and fond and exasperated all tangled together.

“Y/n,” he said softly, and your stomach flipped at the way your name sounded in his mouth. “I’ve been admitting it in every stupid way except actually saying it out loud.”

Your heartbeat stuttered.

He let out a breath, almost like he was tired of holding something in.

“You’re right,” he said. “I do think you’re a high and mighty princess sometimes. You overthink everything. You act like liking anybody is… beneath you.” His mouth twisted. “And still, I keep ending up where you are. Every party, every group hang, every stupid beach game. I look for you first. Even when I know you’re just going to roll your eyes and insult me.”

Your fingers curled at your sides, suddenly unsteady.

“You’re not special,” you said, but it came out too thin.

He smiled faintly. “I don’t do this with anyone else.”

You hated how that landed in your chest.

“Then why make fun of me?” you demanded, clinging to the familiar ground of irritation. “Why call me princess and talk about my ‘personality’ like you’re writing a character study?”

He shrugged one shoulder, eyes never leaving yours. “Because if I didn’t, I’d end up flirting with you like everyone else does. And you’d hate that even more.”

You opened your mouth to argue—and stopped.

Would you?

Or was that just what you’d been telling yourself?

“Say something,” he murmured, a hint of nervousness finally bleeding through. “You’re freaking me out.”

You swallowed, throat dry.

“So,” you said carefully, “all the picking on me, all the stupid nicknames, all the times you went out of your way to get on my nerves—”

“Were me being a coward,” he cut in. “Because if I didn’t turn it into a joke, it was going to be obvious.”

“Obvious that you… what?”

He held your gaze, no more room to run.

“That I like you,” he said simply.

The words dropped between you, so plain and serious they didn’t feel real.

You forgot how to breathe for a second.

Something inside you that had been coiled tight for months—maybe years—snapped.

“Then why,” you said slowly, “do you keep acting like an asshole?”

He let out a strained laugh. “Because you respond to that. Because every time I tried to be normal around you, you’d look at me like I’d grown a second head. You only ever looked straight at me when we were fighting.”

That stung more than you wanted to admit.

You’d given him attention, sure. But only the kind fueled by indignation and pride.

And he’d taken it.

Every scrap.

You realized, abruptly, that you were still standing way too close, your bodies only inches apart, his damp skin a line of heat in front of you.

You realized you’d walked him all the way out here, into this quiet, empty kitchen, with some vague plan to “test” him—as if he hadn’t been showing you his answer this whole time.

You realized you weren’t actually sure, anymore, which one of you was the bigger coward.

Your voice came out smaller than you expected. “If I stop making it a joke… what then?”

He searched your face, and whatever he found there made his expression soften.

“Then,” he said, “you can stop pretending you hate me.”

You bristled on instinct. “I never said—”

He stepped closer, close enough that his chest brushed yours when he inhaled.

“You never had to,” he said quietly. “You act like you do. But you don’t avoid me. You don’t shut me down. You don’t walk away when you could.”

His hand lifted, hesitated, then settled very carefully at your hip, fingertips barely pressing into the damp fabric of your swimsuit.

You felt it like a brand.

“If you actually hated me,” he continued, “you wouldn’t be here right now.”

Your pulse roared in your ears.

A part of you wanted to shove him away, toss out some cutting remark, push everything back into the safe territory of banter.

Another part of you—annoyingly loud—wanted to see what happened if you didn’t.

You heard your own voice before you fully decided.

“What if I’m here to keep testing how far you’ll let me go?” you asked, low.

His grip at your hip tightened, just barely.

“Then I should probably tell you,” he murmured, “that you’re playing with fire.”

“Maybe I want to know if you’ll burn me,” you said.

He exhaled a shaky laugh. “You’re unreal.”

You lifted your chin, stubborn. “Are you going to stop me?”

His eyes darkened.

“No,” he admitted. “I’m not.”

That was all the permission you needed.

You slid your hand up, fingers finding the damp skin at the back of his neck. He shivered under your touch.

He was watching you so intently it made your stomach swoop.

“This doesn’t mean anything,” you lied, even as your thumb brushed the soft hair at his nape. “I’m just… curious.”

“Sure,” he said, voice gone rough. “Just curiosity.”

You hated how gentle he sounded. You hated how much you liked it.

“Say you’re not going to be weird about it,” you demanded, because control was the only thing you had left.

He huffed out a breath. “You’re about to do something reckless and I’m the one who can’t be weird?”

“Wonbin,” you warned.

His mouth curved. “Fine. I won’t be weird.”

He paused.

“Unless you want me to be,” he added under his breath.

You didn’t give yourself time to react to that.

You tugged him down and kissed him.

For a second, he just… froze.

You almost pulled back, panic clawing up your throat.

Then he exhaled a sound somewhere between a groan and your name, and everything tilted.

His hand at your hip tightened, dragging you flush against him. His other hand came up to cradle your jaw, thumb brushing your cheekbone as his mouth moved against yours like he’d been waiting for this for a long, long time.

Heat flared low in your stomach, sharp and intoxicating.

He kissed like he argued—confident, unyielding, intent on pushing you just that little bit further than you meant to go.

Except this time, you didn’t mind losing.

Your fingers knotted in the damp hair at the back of his head, holding him there as you deepened the kiss. He made another low sound that went straight through you.

You felt him smile against your mouth.

“Still pretending you hate me?” he murmured between breaths.

“Shut up,” you whispered, and kissed him again to make sure he did.

He obeyed, but his hand slid from your jaw down the line of your throat, lingering over the rapid flutter of your pulse like he was memorizing it.

You’d meant to keep control. You’d meant to test him.

Somehow, without you noticing, he’d taken over.

You broke away first, breathing hard, lips tingling. His forehead rested against yours, eyes closed like he was trying to steady himself.

You could feel the solid press of his body against yours, every line of him warm and real and entirely too much.

“Say something smug,” you managed, voice unsteady. “Get it over with.”

His lashes lifted. He looked at you like you’d put the sun in his hands and then told him not to drop it.

“I’m trying not to scare you off,” he said quietly. “For once.”

Your chest did something unhelpful.

“This doesn’t make us… anything,” you said, clinging to the last of your defenses. “We’re still—”

“Enemies?” he supplied, amused.

You scowled automatically. “I was going to say ‘not whatever you’re thinking.’”

He hummed, thumb tracing idle circles at your hip.

“I’m thinking,” he said slowly, “that you’re going to overthink this to death if I give you any room. So how about this.”

He leaned in, lips brushing your ear.

“For now,” he murmured, “we keep it between us. No labels. No big talks. Just you and me, seeing what happens when you stop pretending you don’t want me.”

You shivered.

“You’re very sure of yourself,” you said, but it came out breathless.

“Not really,” he admitted softly. “I’m just sure I’m not done with you yet.”

Your fingers tightened at the back of his neck.

“You’re insufferable,” you whispered.

His smile grazed your cheek.

“And yet,” he said, “you’re still holding on.”

You realized you were.

You didn’t let go.

~

You were still pressed up against the counter, his hand firm at your hip, your fingers tangled in his hair, when the sound of the front door opening sliced through the haze.

The two of you froze.

You heard the familiar tune of a song being hummed. 

Jia.

You and Wonbin sprang apart so fast you almost slipped on the tile.

He caught your elbow on instinct, steadying you. You glared at him like this was his fault, which, to be fair, a good chunk of it was.

You yanked your T‑shirt from the back of a chair and shoved it over your head, trying to smooth your hair with shaking fingers. Your lips still tingled; you could feel his gaze flick down to them and dart away.

Jia rounded the corner a second later, sunglasses perched atop her head and a water bottle in hand.

She looked between the two of you, taking in your flushed faces, your slightly crooked shirt, Wonbin missing one entirely.

Her brows climbed. “What were you two doing?”

You opened your mouth. Nothing came out.

“Staring contest,” Wonbin blurted.

You turned to stare at him. Staring contest?

Jia blinked. “Staring contest.”

He snatched the forgotten lemon off the counter and held it up like a prop. “Yeah, we, uh… challenged each other. Loser gets this squirted in their eye.”

You wanted to die.

Jia’s gaze slid to you, suspicious. “Well, am I interrupting?”

You crossed your arms, willing your heartbeat to slow. “No,” you said, forcing an eye roll. “He’s just being dramatic because he lost and he’s scared.”

Wonbin nodded too fast. “So dramatic. I’m traumatized.”

Jia narrowed her eyes, then smirked. “You two are weird,” she said. “Anyway, are you coming back out? We’re about to start a card game and Mina’s trying to cheat already.”

“Yeah,” you said quickly. “Just… getting water.”

She shrugged and padded back toward the porch, humming under her breath.

The moment she disappeared, you rounded on Wonbin.

“‘Staring contest?” you hissed.

He winced, scrubbing a hand over his face. “I panicked.”

“You’re an idiot,” you muttered.

He smiled faintly, the edges still a little dazed. “You’re shaking,” he said quietly.

You realized your hands were still trembling. You smoothed out your shirt calmly. “It’s cold in here,” you lied.

The corner of his mouth twitched. “Right.”

From outside, someone shouted your name, followed by Mina’s whiney “Hurry uuuup!”

You took a step toward the door, putting space between you.

“We should go,” you said.

“Yeah,” he agreed.

You didn’t look at him as you slid the door open.

You felt his eyes on the back of your neck all the way out to the porch.

~

Back on the beach, it was like nothing had happened.

At least, that was how you were determined to act.

You plopped down on your towel, book in your lap, the text blurring as your mind replayed the last half hour on a loop.

The way his voice had gone quiet when he’d said I like you.
The way he’d eaten the lime just because it made you happy.
The way his hands had settled on you—not possessive, not cocky, just certain.

You’d come into this trip with the absolute conviction that he was an obnoxious flirt who cared more about reactions than people.

He had… not behaved like that.

You’d taunted him, tested him, tried to shake him. He’d let you drag him inside, let you punish him, let you push him around in the water. He’d confessed first. He’d tried, in his own backwards way, to make it less scary for you.

Unconventional methods, you thought, a little hysterical. But he got what he wanted.

He wanted you to take him seriously. And now, annoyingly, it was working.

You watched him from the corner of your eye as he mingled with the others—laughing at some joke from Jihoon, reaching for a drink, moving through the group with his usual easy charm.

Except now you could see all the ways his attention slid back to you, subtle as he thought he was being. A glance when someone mentioned your name. The way his smile shifted, softer, when your eyes accidentally met.

The new weight of those looks made your skin prickle.

You were hooked.

You didn’t want to be. You could feel your pride protesting, scrambling for excuses. You barely knew how to navigate people you liked normally, let alone someone you’d built an entire personality around disliking.

But the idea of this new version of him—of you and him—clung to you like salt.

Foreign. Fascinating.

Terrifying.

Throughout the evening, you both pretended.

Mina dragged you into a card game; you lost horribly and accused her of conspiring with Jihoon. Jia did a run to the kitchen for snacks and came back with enough junk food to feed a small army. Someone put on music, and there was a brief, chaotic attempt at a dance party in the living room.

Wonbin was never far, but never too close. He’d sit across the circle, leaning back against the couch, legs stretched out. He’d call you out when you tried to cheat, tease you when you lost, roll his eyes when you rolled yours.

On the surface, it was the same old script.

Underneath, everything had changed.

Every time your knees brushed under the low table, your heart jumped. Every time you glanced up and found him already looking, your stomach swooped.

He didn’t push. Didn’t corner you, didn’t say anything loaded in front of the others.

He just kept catching your gaze and holding it a second too long, the corners of his mouth softening like there was some shared joke hanging between you that no one else could see.

By the time people started drifting toward their rooms, the sky outside was ink‑dark and your head felt pleasantly fuzzy from sun and laughter and one too many drinks.

You yawned, stretching your arms over your head.

“I’m actually dead,” Jia groaned from the couch. “If I don’t sleep twelve hours, I’ll pass away.”

“You say that every night,” Mina said, but she sounded tired too.

You gathered your things—phone, book, a hoodie someone had abandoned—and headed toward the hallway.

You’d almost made it to your bedroom door when a hand appeared above your shoulder, pressing lightly against the wall just beside it.

You stopped short.

“Relax,” Wonbin said softly, stepping into the narrow space between you and the wall.

Your back was inches from the door; his chest was inches from yours. It felt like that kitchen all over again, but this time the hall was darker, quieter, the only light coming from the strip under the living room door.

Your pulse jumped.

“We’re in a hallway,” you hissed. “Anyone could see.”

He hummed. “That sounds familiar.”

You shot him a look. “Don’t start.”

He didn’t. Not with words, anyway.

His fingers brushed yours, just a ghost of a touch, then slid against your palm, offering. Without thinking, you let your hand fall into his. He squeezed once, like he couldn’t help it.

The simple contact made your throat go dry.

“Y/n,” he said quietly.

You hated how much warmer your name sounded from him now.

“What?” you whispered.

He leaned down, his breath brushing your ear. “I’d like to continue where we left off,” he murmured. “Before we were so rudely interrupted.”

Heat shot through you.

You fought to keep your voice steady. “You’re impatient.”

He laughed under his breath. “I’ve been patient for months.”

You stilled. “Months?”

He pulled back just enough for you to see his face. There was no smugness there, no joke. Just that open, slightly vulnerable look from the kitchen.

“Yeah,” he said simply. “You’re just finally letting me do something about it.”

Your heart did something traitorous.

You swallowed. “If we do this now, someone will catch us,” you said, trying to be rational. “Do you know how thin these walls are? If Mina walks in and sees—”

He cut you off with a tiny grin. “I can work something out.”

“That’s not comforting,” you muttered.

He squeezed your hand again, thumb brushing over your knuckles. “Just… don’t fall asleep too early,” he said. “Okay?”

You gave him a flat look. “That’s your master plan?”

“For now.” His smile tilted, equal parts mischief and promise. “Trust me.”

You opened your mouth to tell him you absolutely did not trust him.

Instead, you heard yourself say, “Fine.”

His grin went feral.

“I won’t need that long,” he said.

The implication made your face heat. You slapped his chest lightly. “Be serious.”

“We’ll see,” he replied, and then he was backing away, disappearing down the hall with a soft, “Goodnight, princess,” tossed over his shoulder.

Your skin buzzed long after he was gone.

~

You’d barely had time to wash your face, brush your teeth, and pull on an oversized sleep shirt before Mina burst into the room, squealing.

You jumped, nearly stabbing your eye with your hairbrush.

“What?” you demanded.

Mina bounced onto the bed, clutching her phone like it was a winning lottery ticket.

“He texted me,” she half‑whispered, half‑screeched.

You blinked, heart lurching for reasons that had nothing to do with her. “Who?”

She gave you a look. “Jihoon, obviously.”

Of course. Jihoon, who shared a room with Wonbin.

Your pulse picked up for a completely different reason.

“What did he say?” you asked, trying to sound normal.

Mina thrust the phone at you. A message glowed on the screen:

Jihoon 🏄‍♂️: hey, you still awake?
Jihoon 🏄‍♂️: come to my room? we can talk without everyone yelling over each other lol

Mina kicked her feet like a teenager in a drama. “Talk, he says,” she giggled. “Do you think he means… talk?”

You thought about Wonbin’s face in the hallway. I can work something out.

You swallowed a laugh that was half nerves. “Only one way to find out,” you said.

Mina flopped back dramatically. “But what if it’s weird? What if I go and he’s like, ‘So anyway, about this group project from freshman year—’”

“Mina,” you cut in gently. “You’ve been flirting for months. He’s not calling you in there to discuss academic policy.”

She covered her face with a pillow, muffling a scream. “I’m gonna throw up.”

“You are not,” you said, prying the pillow away. “You’re going to go in there, hang out, and if at any point you’re uncomfortable, you pretend you’re sleepy and leave. Simple.”

She peered up at you. “You really think I should go?”

Guilt and excitement warred in your chest.

Because you knew exactly why this invitation had materialized at this particular moment.

You also knew how badly Mina wanted this.

“Yes,” you said firmly. “Go.”

Mina squealed again, launched off the bed, and scrambled to fix her hair in the mirror.

“You’re a good friend,” she said, slapping on lip balm.

You forced a smile. “Obviously.”

When she finally squeezed you in a quick hug and slipped out of the room, closing the door behind her with a soft click, the silence that followed throbbed with anticipation.

You sat on the edge of your bed, staring at the door.

He wouldn’t actually…

A knock sounded, barely a minute later.

You jumped.

“Y/n?” came the low voice from the other side.

You exhaled, heart hammering. “You’re insane,” you muttered, standing.

You cracked the door open just enough to see him. The hallway behind him was empty, dim.

Before you could get a single word of scolding out, he shouldered his way in, kicked the door shut with his heel, and his mouth was on yours.

All the arguments you’d been lining up evaporated.

He kissed you like he’d been thinking about it every second since the kitchen—no tentative testing this time, no caution. Just heat and relief and a kind of hungry determination that made your knees go weak.

You made a sound into his mouth, half protest, mostly something else.

“I was going to yell at you,” you mumbled when you managed to breathe.

He laughed against your lips. “You can yell at me later,” he said, already chasing another kiss. “I’ll even let you win.”

“You used my best friend as a distraction,” you accused, even as your hands were already fisting in his shirt.

He pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes dark and serious in the low light.

“Do you really think I’d set her up with some guy who wasn’t going to treat her right?” he asked softly. “I’m not the only one who’s been waiting.”

That shut you up.

He watched your expression flicker, something like understanding settling in.

Then his gaze dropped to your mouth again.

“Can we get back to the part where you were doing that thing with your hands?” he asked, voice going rough.

You huffed. “You’re impossible.”

“Yeah,” he said. “You’re the one who decided you like me anyway.”

You hated how true that felt.

You grabbed him by the front of his shirt and yanked him closer.

This time, nothing slowed you down.

Your fingers threaded through his hair, just like he had wanted, lips moving against his, rushed and heated. He made a disgruntled noise, pulling your waist toward him, leaving no space between you. Your bodies were hot and buzzing with a tension that was ready to tip over the edge. 

Both of you stumbled backward, clumsily dropping onto the bed. Wonbin was quick to hoist you up, climbing over you while pulling your shirt clean off your body. He gave you no time to feel conscious of your nakedness, fingers cupping the swell of your breasts as his thigh slotted between your legs. 

Something burned, low in the pit of your stomach. You arched your back into his touch, inviting him for more. His tongue slid over yours deliberately, making your toes curl. You dragged your mouth away just long enough to suck in a breath. He chased you, lips landing at the corner of your mouth, your cheek, the hinge of your jaw.

Your head fell back, a helpless sound escaping you as his mouth found a spot under your ear, teeth scraping lightly.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he murmured against your skin. “You have no idea.”

“Prove it,” you breathed, voluntarily reaching to slip your underwear off. 

“Fuck, y/n.”

Wonbin sat up just enough to take you in completely. A drunken expression washed over his face. His lips were glistening, eager hands tracing your thighs, trailing down your legs. He couldn’t decide what he wanted to do to you first. You could see the impatience in his eyes.  

You felt it too.

He started by rolling his tongue over your nipples. They were hard and sensitive. He sucked and released them with a salacious pop, the sound making your head spin. 

You sensed him moving away from you yet again, but this time you weren’t going to let it happen. You rose with him, fingers hooking into the hem of his shirt, urging him to shrug it off. 

As his shirt fell to the floor, you kissed him hard, digging your palms into his firm shoulders. 

“Pants too,” you followed. 

In this moment, to you, he was absolutely irresistible. 

He groaned in accordance and pushed his shorts down in one swift motion. You could see how uncomfortably tight his boxers looked. Your hands went there instantly, teasing, exploring.

Wonbin bit your lip in protest as he fell back over you. Feeling his weight on top of you made your heart hammer wildly in your chest. 

Before you could think, the words rolled off your tongue like they had been sitting there forever. 

“Fuck me. Now.” 

The moisture between your legs was an indication enough that you were ready for him. And you knew exactly where he stood. 

He fumbled with his boxers, and you gasped when his cock pulsed against your pussy. His eyes watched you carefully as he slowly entered you, fighting to remain focused the deeper his cock went. 

It stole your breath away. 

Your eyes rolled back, head falling slack against the pillow you were lying on.

He started slowly, hips moving steadily, as if he were savoring the feeling before he let greed take control. 

You were so warm and so tight. Wonbin sucked in a sharp breath, speeding up ever so slightly. 

He left a hand planted by your ear, the other cupping your neck, thumb sliding over your throat, where he felt the shallow reverberations of your quiet moans. 

He leaned in closer, needing to hear more. 

Maybe it was because you remembered where you were, or maybe because he was tapping into a part of your subconscious you never thought would surface, but Wonbin couldn’t stand that you were holding yourself back.

 His hips jerked forward, the movement harsh. 

“Fuck,” you exclaimed, and he did it again, the faintest smirk painting his parted lips. 

His thumb traced your lip as he began fucking you harder. You let it slip into your mouth, sucking desperately. That only spurred him on further.

“Oh, princess,” he moaned, his pace unrelenting. He was pounding into you now. “You feel so good.” 

Even though your mouth was occupied, urgent whines spilled from you. There was no stopping them. 

Wonbin pulled his thumb away so that he could hear you unobstructed. Even you were shocked by just how loud you were. You couldn’t remember the last time someone had made you feel like this. 

No one had come close.

“Say my name.” 

You gave in, though it wasn’t easy, sputtering his name between labored breaths. It drove him mad. He didn’t want to hear anything else. 

You felt his temple press against your cheek, a thin layer of sweat lining his skin. Your fingers curled into his hair, holding him close so that his hot breath tickled your neck. 

He was close. Even if he finished now, he knew he wasn’t done with you yet. He needed more. 

He was fast to pull out of you. Seconds later, his cum was dripping onto your stomach, warm and cloudy. His groans, deep and raspy, were invigorating. 

Your chest rose and fell vehemently. He let his cock slide against your pussy, softer now, but still bold. 

Wonbin turned you on your side and fell into place behind you, his strong chest pressed to your back. Instinctively, you bent your knees and pushed your ass against his cock, feeling the blood gradually rush back into it as he splayed wet kisses over your shoulder. 

“One more time,” he whispered into your ear, raising your leg so he could slip right back into you. His other arm wrapped around your chest, fingers pinching your breasts and nipples. 

You craned your neck around, lips searching for his. They found yours earnestly, his kisses messy and fervent. 

As if he had never stopped, he started again. 

~

Later, with your clothes scattered on the floor and the room dim and quiet around you, you lay on your back staring at the ceiling, lungs still trying to remember how to function.

Wonbin’s arm was draped over your waist, his chest warm and solid against your side. His breathing was a little uneven too.

Silence stretched, full but not uncomfortable.

“We’re dead if Mina comes back early,” you said eventually, voice low.

He hummed. “We’ll hear her.”

You weren’t so sure.

He must’ve seen the doubt on your face, because he sighed and pushed himself up on one elbow.

“Fine,” he said. “We’ll check.”

He grabbed his discarded shorts from the floor and dragged them on, hair a mess, skin still flushed. You pulled your shirt back over your head, heart doing that annoying jumpy thing again at the sudden domestic mundanity of it.

He cracked the door open carefully, peering into the hallway.

You eased up beside him, peeking over his shoulder.

From down the hall, muffled and unmistakable, came a breathy, stifled laugh followed by a low male voice you recognized as Jihoon’s.

You both froze.

“Yeah,” Wonbin said quietly. “She’s not coming back.”

You covered your face with one hand, equal parts mortified and relieved. “I did not need to know that.”

He shut the door again, locking it this time for good measure.

When he turned back, he was smiling.

“So,” he said, climbing back onto the bed beside you. “I can stay?”

You narrowed your eyes. “You can stay as long as you’re gone before Mina wakes up,” you warned. “If she sees you here, we’re both dead.”

“Noted.” He settled beside you, arm sliding back around your waist like it was the most natural thing in the world.

You hesitated a second, then let yourself relax into him, head finding his shoulder.

The room felt smaller now, cozier somehow. The ocean’s constant shush filtered through the walls; someone laughed faintly in another part of the house. Here, everything felt oddly still.

“So,” you said, staring at the shadowy outline of his hand on your stomach. “What now?”

He was quiet for a moment, thumb drawing idle patterns on your side.

“When we get back to the city,” he said finally, “I want to take you out.”

You blinked. “Out?”

“On a date,” he clarified. “Like, a real one. Food, maybe a movie, me pretending I’m not already stupid about you.”

Your heart lurched.

“Confident,” you muttered.

He huffed a laugh. “Terrified, actually.”

You turned your head to look at him. In the soft half‑dark, he didn’t look like the overconfident flirt you’d built up in your mind. He just looked… young. Hopeful. A little scared.

“Why?” you asked before you could stop yourself.

“Because,” he said slowly, “you’ve spent this entire time convinced that you’re too good for me. And I don’t want you to wake up one day and decide you were right.”

That knocked the air out of you more than any kiss had.

You stared at him, throat tight.

“You really think I’m that horrible?” you asked quietly.

His eyes widened. “No. God, no. I think you’re… picky. And proud. And terrified of being wrong about people. Big difference.”

He reached up, brushing a strand of hair out of your face.

“I also think,” he added, softer now, “that you’re the smartest person in any room we’re in, and that you make me want to be less of a dumbass. For whatever that’s worth.”

You swallowed around a lump in your throat.

“Don’t say things like that,” you muttered. “It makes it hard to keep my guard up.”

“That’s kind of the point,” he said.

You glared at the ceiling so you wouldn’t have to look at him for a second.

“What if I say no?” you asked. “To the date.”

He exhaled, not dramatically, just honestly. “Then I’ll be disappointed. And I’ll try really hard not to be weird about it.”

“You’re bad at not being weird,” you pointed out.

“Yeah,” he said. “But I’d still try.”

You were quiet for a beat.

“Okay,” you said finally.

He frowned. “Okay what?”

“Okay, you can take me out,” you said, staring resolutely at the ceiling. “Once. We’ll see how insufferable you are in public.”

There was a pause. Then his arm tightened around you.

“Deal,” he said, voice a little too bright.

You wanted to say you regretted it already.

You didn’t.

“Go to sleep,” you grumbled instead.

“Yes, princess,” he said.

You elbowed him lightly. He just laughed and pressed a quick, soft kiss to the top of your head, like he’d done it a thousand times.

Your heart did that stupid thing again.

You drifted off eventually, the steady rhythm of his breathing lulling you under.

~

When you woke up, the other side of the bed was empty.

For a split second, panic flared. Then you saw the indentation in the pillow, the faint warmth left on the sheets, and heard the sound of running water from the bathroom.

The door opened a moment later and Mina emerged in a cloud of steam, towel wrapped around her hair.

“Oh good, you’re awake,” she said, grinning.

You squinted at her, brain still booting up. “Why are you so cheerful?”

She wiggled her brows. “We both seem to have had a good night.”

Your heart stuttered. “What?”

She crossed to her suitcase, digging for clothes. “I didn’t get back until, like, four,” she said happily. “And when I finally snuck in, you were starfished across the whole bed like a corpse. Out cold. And there was someonestuck underneath you.”

She shot you a pointed look and winked.

Heat rushed to your face.

“Well,” you said, scrambling for dignity, “he had to sleep somewhere.”

She snorted. “Uh‑huh. Sure.”

You ducked your head, hiding a smile.

“Anyway,” she continued, pulling on a T‑shirt, “we have to be out by eleven, so start packing, lover girl.”

You threw a pillow at her. She dodged, cackling.

The morning blurred into organized chaos.

Everyone moved through the house with that particular end‑of‑trip energy—tired but wired, arms full of bags and leftover snacks, calling dibs on who got which shower.

You caught only flashes of Wonbin: him hauling a suitcase down the stairs, him laughing at something one of his friends said, him helping Jihoon wrestle with an overstuffed duffel.

His eyes found yours once, across the living room.

He didn’t wink or smirk. He just smiled, a small, private thing that made your chest feel too tight.

You looked away first, cheeks warm.

The driveway was a jumble of cars and people as everyone loaded their luggage.

Jia slammed the trunk of your car shut. “Shotgun,” she declared.

“You had shotgun on the way here,” Mina protested.

Jihoon wandered over, scratching the back of his neck. “Uh, actually,” he said, “Mina, do you… want to ride with us?”

Mina’s face lit up like someone had flipped a switch. “Yeah,” she said, a little too quickly. Then she glanced at you, checking.

You swallowed a grin. “Go,” you said. “Jia and I will survive.”

She squealed, hugged you briefly, then scurried off toward Jihoon’s car.

“Traitor,” Jia muttered, but she was smiling. 

Then, something dawned on you. “But doesn’t that mean someone from their car’s gotta switch with us?”

“I can switch cars,” Wonbin offered.

You whipped around. “No.”

Everyone looked at you.

You cleared your throat. “I mean, that’s not necessary,” you amended. “We’re fine.”

He sauntered closer, hands in his pockets, looking annoyingly unbothered. “It’s either me or one of the guys who sings off‑key to the same three songs the entire drive,” he pointed out. “I’m taking one for the team here.”

Jia clasped her hands dramatically. “Wow, what a hero,” she said.

You glared at him. He met your eyes, amusement flickering there.

“I promise I’ll sleep the whole way,” he added, more for the group’s benefit than yours. “You won’t even know I’m there.”

“Bold promise,” Jia said. “You snore?”

“If he snores,” you cut in, “I’ll suffocate him.”

“See?” he said cheerfully. “Group safety and accountability.”

The others laughed, already moving toward their cars.

Somehow, Jia ended up in the driver’s seat with you in the back and Wonbin sliding right next to you like this was the most normal thing in the world.

He leaned back, buckled in, and pulled one of the spare jackets from the back, tossing it over himself like a makeshift blanket.

“Wake me when we’re halfway,” he said lightly.

You rolled your eyes as Jia started the engine. “If you drool on my shoulder—”

“You’ll what?” he asked, eyes half‑lidded.

You hesitated. “Make you eat another lime,” you said.

He grinned, then let his head rest back against the seat, eyes sliding shut.

The first stretch of highway was quiet.

Jia put on a podcast episode almost immediately, mumbling something about catching up on her playlist. The hum of the car, the rush of wind, and the distant sound of waves fading in the rearview mirror created a weirdly soothing backdrop.

Wonbin stayed still beside you, eyes closed, jacket pulled up to his chest.

You focused on the cars outside, knuckles gripping a little too tightly on your seatbelt.

You were acutely aware of how close his knee was to yours. Of the way his hair fell a little into his eyes. Of the faint marks you’d left on his collarbone peeking out from his T‑shirt neck.

You told yourself he really had fallen asleep.

Then you felt it.

His fingers, sliding under the edge of the jacket, found your thigh.

You nearly screamed.

He didn’t grab, didn’t squeeze. Just rested his hand there, warm and solid, thumb brushing the inside of your leg in a slow, barely‑there stroke that made your breath catch.

From the front seat, Jia hummed in agreement along to something from the podcast.

You darted a glance sideways.

Wonbin’s eyes were still closed, lashes resting on his cheeks. The picture of innocence.

“You’re not sleeping,” you muttered under your breath.

His mouth twitched. “I’m resting my eyes,” he said quietly.

“You should try being more slick,” you hissed.

“And you should take a chill pill,” he replied.

You wanted to smack him.

Instead, your iron-clad grip on the seatbelt faltered for a moment—just long enough to slide the jacket closer on your lap. You let your hand meet his underneath.

His fingers stilled, then laced with yours.

You squeezed, once.

He squeezed back.

A slow, helpless smile tugged at your lips as the miles stretched ahead, the road unspooling toward the city and whatever came next.

You’d come on this trip determined to prove he was exactly who you thought he was.

Turns out, you’d been wrong.

And for the first time, that didn’t feel like a loss.

It felt like the start of something.

You kept your eyes on the road, his hand warm in yours beneath the jacket, and let yourself be a little bit excited about the new beginning waiting for you on the other side of the drive.

[buff-bambiii]

Marked by Stripes - S. ES

Female!Reader x Song Eunseok

Summary : You hated him the moment he let the elevator doors close in your face. Now... he's your new CEO. Cold, unreadable and watching you like you're the only thing that matters.

What you don't know? Something inside him has already chosen you.

Word count: 3,1 k

I don't like the way they look at you.

Your chest tightened again "What the hell was that?" You exhaled shakily, running a hand through your hair. That wasn't normal, none of that was normal. You had bosses before, strict ones, controlling ones even rude ones. But that?

That wasn't authority or professionalism.

You stopped walking because suddenly you weren't alone. "Rough night?"

The voice was unfamiliar as you turned and found yourself face to face with someone you didn't recognize. He was tall, hands tucked casually into his coat pockets like he had nowhere else to be.

"Do i know you?"

He smiled slightly. "Nah, not yet at least."

Something about that answer didn't sit right with you as your grip tightened around your bag. "Okay, totally not creepy."

He hugged out a quiet laugh "Sorry, that came out so wrong." then he paused while taking a little step closer. "I'm Sungchan."

"And why are you talking to me, Sungchan?" you asked carefully.

His gaze lingered on your face for a second too long, measuring. "You look overwhelmed." You let out a dry laugh as he tilted his head slightly.

"Did something happen tonight?"

You looked away instinctively. "I don't think that's any of your business."

"True, probably not." He agreed easily. "But i'm asking anyways."

Why did it feel like he already knew the answer. "Well it's nothing important, just... work stuff." you muttered.

"That's not true, you're shaken.. more than you should be from 'just work'".

Your pulse quickened, okay... now this was definitely weird. "Do you always...analyze strangers outside office buildings, or am i special?"

Something like amusement flickered in his expression. "Something like that."

You shifted your weight, feeling uncomfortable now. "Look, i appreciate the concern or whatever this is but i'm fine. I just need to go home." you said as you moved to step past him, until he spoke again. Softer this time.

"Y/n."

You froze in your spot as you have never mentioned your name to him, you slowly turned around. "I-i never told you my name."

He sighed quietly like something had just been confirmed. Your heart started to beat faster as you took a step back. "Okay, this is not funny anymore. Who are you?"

For the first time his expression changed, he looked like playful and more serious now. "I'm someone who fixes problems." he said

"What are you talking about, i'm confused?"

Sungchan took a step closer, your instincts told you to leave... to run even but you didn't.

"You shouldn't remember what happened tonight." He said quietly.

"Wh-"

Sungchan's gaze softened just slightly. "Trust me."

"I don't even know you-"

"I know"

And with that, before you could react his hand lifted hovering near your face. He wasn't touching you, but his hand was close enough that the air between you both felt different. You noticed how he was hesitating for just a second. "This will be easier if you don't fight it."

Your heart was racing now. "what are you-"

"Look at me."

Your eyes snapped to his and for a second everything stilled, your thoughts. His gaze held yours and then something shifted, it was subtle but powerful. Like a pressure building behind your eyes, your thoughts started blurring.

"Wait.." you whispered quietly. "What's-"

"Just sleep it off Y/n, forget tonight."

Your grip loosened on your bag.

"You'll wake up, and it'll just feel like a long day." he continued, voice calm almost soothing even.

Your vision flickered, the memory of the last 2 hours... slipped out of your mind. Everything Eunseok confessed, gone from your memories before closing your eyes for a second.

When you opened your eyes, you were standing alone outside the building. The night air cool against your skin, your brows furrowed slightly. "Why am i still here?" you blinked, glancing around.

You shifted your bag on your shoulder, letting out a small sigh as you noticed that you were alone, just the empty street around you. "Gosh, i'm so exhausted."

Your body felt heavy and your head, a little foggy but nothing unusual. It was just a long day, that's all. "I need a drink." you muttered, starting to walk down the sidewalk.

-

From across the street Sungchan watched you leave, your figure slowly disappearing under the dim streetlights, his hands back in his pockets and his expression unreadable. "She'll be fine."

"Will she?"

The voice came from his left, Sungchan didn't turn immediately because he didn't need to. "Better than letting her remember."

A quiet scoff with footsteps followed, before stopping next to him. Eunseok his presence alone shifted the air. His gaze was locked onto you, even now as you turned the corner and disappeared from sight.

"So, what did you do."

"I erased the last hour." Sungchan exhaled slowly, finally turning his head slightly. "Specifically the part where you forgot how to act like a normal human being."

Eunseok's jaw tightened. "I didn't-".

"Hyung, you cornered her." Sungchan cut in "Raised your voice, said things you can't take back."

"I didn't touch anything else of her memories, she remembers work, that you're her boss, how she's annoyed and stressed.. everything normal." Sungchan continued.

That made Eunseok barely move. "And what i said?"

"Gone."

There was a slow exhale coming from Eunseok. "Good, thank you."

Sungchan blinked slightly because that wasn't something Eunseok said often. "Don't thank me yet." he muttered.

"Yea seriously.." A new voice cut through the quiet shadows beside the building, a figure stepped forwards before leaning back against the brick wall like he had been there the entire time, with his arms crossed looking unimpressed. Sion's eyes landed on Eunseok before tilting his head. "You're slipping hyung."

Eunseok didn't react, but the air around him shifted again as Sion pushed off the wall slightly, still relaxed but his gaze was focused now. "Control it or it's going to control you."

There was a heavy silence because all of them knew what Sion meant, the tiger inside of Eunseok.

Eunseok's jaw clenched. "I have it under control."

Sion lets out a quiet humorless laugh. "Oh really? You almost exposed everything over a conversation."

"Not really"

"Okay we're all thinking it, right?" another voice joined in.

Sunwoo stepped forward from behind them, hands shoved into his pockets gaze flickering between the two , then sighed. "Because i'm about to say it right now."

"N-" Eunseok started.

"You imprinted."

Eunseok turned to him slowly "No."

Sunwoo raised a brow and laughed. "That's it? Just 'no'?"

"It's just not possible."

"Right" Sunwoo nodded, completely unconvinced. "Because the obsessive staring, the territorial behavior oh and the almost near confession meltdown- that was all just.. what? A personality shift?"

Eunseok's gaze darkened. "Hyung, i said no."

"And i'm saying yes." Sunwoo shot back. "You've seen this before, we all have."

There was a slight pause.

"You just didn't think it would happen to you."

That hit, even if Eunseok refused to show it. His expression didn't change nor crack but something underneath shifted. "No." he repeated, quieter this time and more firmer. "It's not that."

"Then explain it." Sunwoo challenged.

However Eunseok remained silent, because he couldn't give an answer. Not in a way that made sense to him.

"Whether you want to admit it or not"

A new voice joined, sounding calm and slightly amused. Beomgyu stepped forward eyes flickering towards the direction you disappeared. "You're acting exactly like someone who imprinted."

Eunseok's expression hardened. "I didn't."

Beomgyu hummed. "Denial, the classic first stage."

"I'm serious."

"So are we."

Then Beomgyu's tone shifted, less teasing sounding more grounded. "Look, whether it's imprinting or not, you need to be careful Seok.. She's human and you're not."

"If she finds out what you are" Sion continued "and on top of that finds out that you've...what.. claimed her in your head already?"

There was a slight pause as his gaze sharpened. "That's not romantic, but terrifying."

Eunseok didn't respond as the tension in his body returned, stronger than before. "She'll run." Sungchan finished quietly.

That was the one thing that lingered in Eunseok's head, not the imprinting nor the loss of control or even the exposure. Just the idea of you leaving, avoiding him. Looking at him with fear instead of irritation.

"She won't."

It came out too quickly, too certain that it made Sungchan glance at him. "Hyung, you don't know that."

"It doesn't matter."

The others glanced at him because that tone, it was different. "It won't change anything."

Sungchan frowned slightly. "What won't?"

Eunseok finally looked away from the street but not at them, somewhere distant. "Whether she remembers or not... she's still mine."

⊹

Something felt off, you noticed it the moment you woke up. Not in a bad way exactly, just.. different. You frowned at your reflection as you got ready. "...Weird."

And for some reason, your thoughts drifted to him. Your boss. You froze mid motion. "Why am i thinking about him?" you clicked your tongue shaking your head.

"Ew... oh God nope, absolutely not."

You grabbed your bag. "You're not ruining my night."

⊹

"You look insane!"

Yeri's voice echoed through the club the second you stepped in, music thumped through the floor, lights flashing in waves of color as bodies moved around you. The energy was loud and free, and for the first time all day you felt like you could breathe.

Karina grabbed your arm, her eyes wide. "Turn around, let me see you."

You did while rolling your eyes. "You're being dramatic."

"We're not" Miyeon cut in, scanning you. "That outfit is illegal."

You laughed as you had gone bold tonight. You were wearing something you normally wouldn't wear. A fitted top that hugged just a little to well paired with a skirt that made you very aware of how many eyes might be on you.

Tonight for some reason you didn't feel shy

-

Across the room, Eunseok saw you and everything else stopped. The music faded as the people around him blurred.

"Well..." Sunwoo muttered beside him, following his gaze. "That explains why you dragged us here."

Eunseok didn't respond, because the way others were already looking at you didn't sit right with him at all.

-

You didn't know he was there, not yet. However you felt something, like the same strange pull from earlier. Like someone was watching you. You turned your head slightly, scanning the crowd. "Weird."

"What?" Karina asked.

You shook it off.

"Drink?"

"Obviously!

Minutes turned into an hour, laughter came easier as your body has finally relaxed. The music pulled you in and soon you were dancing carefree and unbothered. That's when it happened, a hand too firm and sudden grabbed your waist making you freeze on the spot.

You immediately pulled away. "Don't."

The man in front of you smirked. "Relax, you're in a club."

You frowned.

"That doesn't mean you get to touch me?"

He stepped closer, a little too close for comfort. "Come on, don't be like that."

"I said don't." Your voice sharpened but he didn't move nor did he back off, if anything- he leaned in more.

"Don't act like you weren't asking for attention dressed like that."

Your stomach turned, anger rising fast.

"I'm not asking for anything." You snapped. "Now back off."

His grip tightened on your arm.

"Let go of me." Your voice was firm now, cold but your heart was racing. The way he was looking at you- wasn't right.

And suddenly the pressure disappeared, the man's grip was gone. Replaced by something else, stronger and dangerous.

You blinked and there he was, Eunseok. Standing between you and the stranger, his back to you. His shoulders looked tense as his hand was wrapped tightly around the man's wrist.

"Let go." the man snapped but Eunseok didn't speak nor move.

"Did you not hear what the lady said." Eunseok's voice was low, but there was something underneath it. The man scoffed. "And who the hell are you?"

Eunseok tilted his head slightly. "You don't need to know." The grip tightened around the man's wrist, making the man wince.

"Okay- Okay-"

He pulled back quickly raising his hands. "Not worth it." and just like that Eunseok released the man's wrist slowly, before the man disappeared into the crowd.

Eunseok turned and your breath got caught, because his eyes they didn't look normal. They looked sharper and darker, focused entirely on you like he was making sure you were okay. "Are you hurt?"

The question came immediate making you blink. "No, i'm fine." Something sharp flickered in his expression but it disappeared just as quickly. "Find your friends." he said instead.

"Eunseok-"

"Go."

Your name wasn't spoken this time, but it didn't matter. You turned walking away but not before feeling it again. That pull, stronger this time like something was trying to drag you back.

"I swear, men are actually insane." You muttered as you pushed through the crowd, you didn't even notice that you had left your purse behind.

-

The night air hit you as you stepped aside, you exhaled slowly trying to shake it off. "Get it together." You muttered as you started to walk, not far but just enough to breathe.

You stopped because something moved in the shadow, you frowned. "..Hello?"

Your heart skipped a beat when you saw it, a tiger. Your breath caught, it looked massive, powerful and ... it was bleeding? Your eyes widened. "Oh my god.."

Every instinct should have told you to run, to panic or scream but instead you carefully stepped closer. "Hey...hey, it's okay." Your voice softened instinctively. The tiger's head lifted slightly, eyes locked onto yours and for a second everything else disappeared. The fear, the logic, the impossibility of what you were seeing....gone.

Because those eyes, they didn't feel threatening... they felt familiar.

"You're hurt.." you whispered, the tiger didn't move nor attack just watched you like it knew you. Your hand lifted slightly, not touching the tiger directly. "I won't hurt you." you murmured "Just... don't hurt me."

The tiger stepped back, slowly almost reluctantly before turning and disappearing into the darkness and just like that, it was gone.

"Y/N!"

Voices broke through the moment as you blinked, turning around to see your friends running towards you. Yeri completely out of breath. Karina was holding onto something what seemed to be your purse.

"You idiot!, you left this!" Karina said

"Oh.."

Miyeon frowned. "Why are you out here alone?"

You hesitated, still staring at where the tiger disappeared. "I just, saw something."

Yeri leaned in. "What?"

You swallowed. "....A tiger."

Karina snorted. "Gurl, you're sooooooo drunk."

"I'm not!"

"Oh you so are" Yeri laughed. "A tiger? In the middle of the city??"

Miyeon shook her head amused. "Okay that's a new one."

"I'm serious."

"Sure you are." Karina said, already pulling you back towards the front of the club. "Come on, tiger whisperer."

You hesitated one last time, looking back but there was nothing there, just shadows and darkness. "Yeah.." you muttered quietly. "Maybe i am drunk."

-

Somewhere in the dark, a figure staggered while breathing uneven. Blood trailing behind him.

Eunseok.

His hand pressed tightly against his side, fingers slick with blood as he struggled to stay upright. Each step was heavier than the last, his body fighting itself. Instinct clashing under skin that wasn't meant to hold his shape for long after what just happened.

He exhaled sharply. "...Damn it."

-

When Eunseok stepped outside, shoulders rigid as he scanned the alley beside the building, there the man stumbled near a stack of crates. muttering to himself, clearly more drunk than he let on.

Eunseok approached slowly. "You didn't learn."

The man turned, squinting. "You again?" Then a lazy smirk spread across his face. "Look man, she wasn't eve-"

"You don't touch her."

The words came out low, making the man scoff rolling his shoulders. "Or what?"

Eunseok's hand shot forward, gripping the front of the man's shirt, slamming him against the wall.

"Crazy bastard-"

It happaned too fast, a sharp movement and suddenly pain.

Eunseok's body jerked as something plunged into his side, a broken bottle. For a second everything went silent hen a sound tore out of him, but it didn't sounded human. A low ferocious growl making the man freeze the color of his face drained instantly.

"What the hell"

Eunseok's grip tightened involuntarily, eyes flashing not brown anymore but something wild. The growl deepened reverberating in his chest and that's when the man snapped.

"You freak!"

He shoved himself free, stumbling backward before turning and running fast, disappearing into the night without looking back.

Eunseok staggered, hand flying to his side. too much warmth, blood soaked through his shirt, dripping steadily onto the pavement.

His breathing turned uneven, sharp and unstable because the pain wasn't the only problem. "No, no...not here." His vision blurred slightly, body trembling. Muscles tightening in ways he couldn't control.

The door opened,the faint echo of heels clicked against the pavement, then your voice... soft and unaware. "Hello?"

Eunseok's head snapped up, panic hit instantly.

No.

no, no no- not you not now. His breathing hitched as the shift was already starting. Bones aching, skin burning. His body trying to respond to instinct instead of restraint.

"Stop...." he hissed under his breath.

But it was too late, the pain forced it. The blood lose made it worse, his control was gone.

By the time you stepped further into the dim light, he wasn't there anymore. Not as a man, a tiger stood in his place. From the shadows, Eunseok watched you not with his human eyes but still him.

You were walking closer. "Hey...hey, it's okay."

Your voice, it was so soft and gentle. It didn't make sense. Why weren't you running? Screaming?? Why were you stepping closer? His instincts clashed violently, protect. Don't hurt her, don't let her see, don't let her know. But you kept coming. Eyes locked onto his.

You spoke again. "You're hurt..." Something in him broke at that, you weren't looking at him like a monster but like he mattered.

Like he was worth saving, his chest tightened painfully. He didn't move or run, he just looked at you. Wanting to stay even when he knew he couldn't.

Then footsteps and voices approached, your friends. Eunseok forced himself back every moment felt heavy. His gaze never left yours, not until the last second before he turned and disappeared into the darkness.

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"That was close.."

His eyes shut briefly, your face flashing in his mind. The way you looked at him. "Why didn't you run...?"

Chapter 1.

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When did you start writing? Is it one of your hobbies ?

The first time i started writing was on wattpad some years ago, i don't think it's one of my hobbies. Mostly something i do when i'm bored

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Who is your bias in NCT WISH?

Yushi

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Will you continue writing unwanted roommates ?

Once i get the motivation for it, then yes. For now it's on hold.

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If Eunseok had a representive animal emoji, do you think he's more of an orange cat or tiger?

Ever since SMrookies, i thought he gave more of a tiger than a cat vibes. But that's just me

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I wish I could get an unwanted roommate like that, I love this series😭😭 when are we getting the next chapter!!!!

I wish i had Sion as an unwanted roommate too! Just uploaded chapter 3! 💜

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Unwanted roommate

When Y/n agrees to let a friend of a friend move into her spare room, she doesn't expect that friend to be Oh Sion. The biggest player she's ever known.

pairing: Oh Sion x Reader (Choi Y/N) genre: roommates au, slowburn, drama, jealousy, humor warnings: suggestive themes, jealousy, verbal conflict

The next day Y/n needed a break, so she did what any normal person would do. Hang out with her friends.

"So, let me get this straight." Giselle said, leaning forward slightly. "You're living with him?"

Ningning was already trying not to smile as Y/n groaned, dropping her head onto the table.

"Yes."

"Oh my god." Ningning said. "That's insane."

"Well, it's temporary." Y/n mumbled.

Giselle raised a brow at that. "Temporary or not.. it's still the Oh Sion."

"So?"

Y/n lifted her head slightly and Ningning blinked.

"So?" Giselle repeated. "Girl, have you seen him? Everyone has always said he looked like that one NCT member, you know.. Jaehyun?"

Y/n frowned.

"What..does that have to do with anything tho?"

Giselle and Ningning exchanged a look before bursting into laughter making Y/n stare at them in pure confusion.

"Why are the both of you laughing?"

"You're so unbelievable girl." Giselle said while shaking her head.

"I'm serious"

Ningning leaned closer. "Y/n, you're living with a guy that half the campus has been obsessed with our entire high school and collage years." she started. "And you're acting like it's nothing?"

"It is nothing." Y/n said immediately.

"Is it?" Giselle asked.

"Yes."

"Then why are you complaining so much?"

Y/n opened her mouth but closed it right after. "..Because... he's annoying."

Ningning smirked.

"Or... is it because you can hear him having sex every night with a girl?"

Y/n's face flushed slightly. "Well, that too."

"See?" Ningning pointed out. "That's not normal behavior."

"It is when your roommate is loud."

"No-" Giselle started. "What's not normal is how bothered you are."

"I'm not bothered."

"You so are."

"I'm not."

"You literally described the girls as 'dying whales' Y/n."

"...They do sound like that!"

Ningning laughed as Y/n crossed her arms.

"You wouldn't be laughing if you had to hear it every night."

Ningning tilted her head slightly. "Or maybe..." she began slowly. "You're just not used to hearing it."

Y/n frowned with a confused tilt of her head, Ningning gave her a look. "You haven't been, exactly active yourself... since the whole Intak situation."

Y/n blinked. "What-"

"I'm just saying."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

Giselle laughed softly as she glanced at both Ningning and Y/n. "Well, Ning isnt exactly wrong." Y/n couldn't help but stare at the both of them in disbelief. "You're both unbelievable."

Ningning just shrugged. "Maybe you're just...frustrated."

"I'm not..frustrated."

Giselle leaned back slightly watching Y/n carefully and smiled, but she didn't push any further. Instead she reached over and gently nudged Y/n's arm. "And about Hwayoung." she added "Don't listen to anything she says."

Y/n glanced at Giselle with a soft smile. "I don't."

"You better not." Ningning said. "She's always been like that."

"I know."

"And showing up at your apartment?" Giselle scoffed. "That's crazy.."

Y/n nodded. "And then Intak showing up hours later, right after." Y/n muttered. "That whole situation was just.. messy."

Giselle tilted her head slightly.

"You said there was tension between them.. Intak and Sion i mean?"

Y/n just nodded. "It just felt.. off."

Ningning smirked slightly.

"Perhaps, it was jealousy?"

Y/n shook her head immediately. "No, no."

"Oh come on, from Sion's side."

"No."

"From Intak's side then?"

"Maybe, i don't know."

Giselle hummed thoughtfully. "Either way, this sounds complicated."

Ningning leaned forward again. "Okay but this time a real question." she started. "If Sion didn't bring girls over every night... would you still be complaining?"

Y/n paused and nodded. "..yes."

"You're such a liar."

"i'm not lying."

"You look like you hesitated"

Y/n groaned. "I hate the both of you."

"We love you too."

By the time Y/n got home it was around 9 PM. She unlocked the door slowly stepping inside. The apartment was quiet, too quiet. She closed the door behind her, frowning slightly.

"Hello?"

There was no response or voices, there was no anything. Y/n smiled slowly. "Oh my god." For the first time in days, there was actual silence this late at night time.

She slipped her shoes off, stepping further inside. "Please tell me i'm alone." She whispered to herself.

Still she felt relieved and her shoulders relaxed instantly when there was still no answer. It was finally a peaceful night. Y/n let out a small sigh, dropping her bag onto the couch. "Best night ever."

Maybe Sion wasn't coming home tonight or maybe he decided to be normal, either way... she wasn't questioning it as she headed towards the bathroom, stretching slightly. "A shower sounds so perfect right now." She muttered.

Warm water and no interruptions, it's exactly what she needed. When Y/n pushed the bathroom door open she froze.

Sion was right there, standing in front of the mirror. Half naked.

A towel hanging low on his hips, his hair was damp as water still dripped from the ends.

Y/n's brain stopped working for a solid three sconds, because... what?

Sion turned at the sound of the door and immediately paused when their eyes met. "You're home early."

Y/n blinked "I'm not alone?"

That came out before she could stop it, making Sion raise his brow slightly. "What?"

Y/n shook her head. "I just-" but then she stopped because suddenly she became very aware of everything.

The lack of clothing, the way the towel sat dangerously low on his hips. Y/n snapped her eyes upward.

"Thought you weren't home." She muttered.

"Well i am."

"Clearly."

There was a pause, neither of them moved which made this worse. Y/n cleared her throat slightly. "I-i was going to shower."

Sion nodded once. "Go ahead."

Y/n stared at him. "Ehm.... you're still here."

Sion glanced down at himself then back at her. "Oh." however, he didn't move a muscle.

Y/n blinked again. "Sion."

"Yeah?"

"...Leave."

He tilted his head slightly. "Why?"

Y/n stared at him in disbelief. "Why??" she repeated. "Because i want to shower."

"And i said go ahead."

Y/n her brain shorted circuited. "N-not while you're standing there, you pervert!"

"Why not?"

"SION!"

He huffed a quiet laugh. "Relax- relax! I'm leaving."

"Then leave."

"So impatient."

"You're insufferable."

"And i'm still your roommate."

"Unfortunately.."

Sion smirked slightly and finally moved, walking past her. The air shifted slightly as he passed and just before he stepped out, he paused glancing at her.

"You look less like shit today."

Y/n stared at him and pushed him out of the bathroom. "OUT!"

He laughed quietly as Y/n slammed the door shut behind him. She stood there frozen, her heart beating faster than it should.

"What...What was that?" she muttered, placing her hand over her chest.

Y/n stood in the kitchen, scrolling through her phone while sipping her coffee. She was still half asleep but at least not completely dead like the previous days. Y/n's phone buzzed as she opened the newly formed groupchat.

Wonbin: Arcade today? Eunseok: Seunghan can't come tho.

Y/n stared at the message for a moment then sighed as she typed.

Y/n: You want me.. to basically thirdwheel? Eunseok: No. Wonbin: Yes.

Y/n rolled her eyes before she could type back, a door opened behind her. Sion walked out of his room, his hair messy as he was wearing a loose shirt and sweatpants. He looked like he had just woken up.

"Your fanclub didn't visit last night?"

"You were listening?"

Y/n scoffed. "I didn't have to, it was so quiet for once."

Sion hummed. "Disappointed?"

Y/n turned around immediately. "What?"

Sion leaned against the wall casually.

"You seem very invested in my nightly activities, you keep talking about them."

"Because they affect my sleep schedule."

"Right."

Y/n narrowed her eyes. "You're so annoying."

"You're observant."

Before she could respond, her phone buzzed again.

Eunseok: Bring Sion

Y/n slowly looked up. "Absolutely not."

"What?" Sion asked.

"Nothing."

Then another buzz came from her phone.

Wonbin: We need balance.

"...Balance?" Y/n repeated, making Sion tilt his head in confusion. "What are you talking about?"

Y/n sighed, locking her phone.

"Eunseok and Wonbin want to go to an arcade today."

"Okay?"

"And i'll be third wheeling them."

Sion smirked slightly. "That sounds like a you problem."

Y/n glared at him.

"It was- until they told me to bring you."

Sion raised his brow after a long pause. "Me, why?"

"I don't know."

"Well, sounds fun."

Y/n crossed her arms. "I'm nog going if you're going."

"Then don't go. However, you're still considering it."

"I'm not."

"Totally are."

Y/n was about to open her mouth to say something but stopped herself, he wasn't wrong. "Fine....." she muttered. "I'm blaming you if this is awkward."

Sion smirked.

"Looking forward to it."

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Y/n regretted everything the moment she stepped inside the arcade, it was loud and so cheerful. "This was a mistake." she muttered.

"Well, too late to go back now." Sion said casually beside her, ahead of them were Wonbin and Eunseok already at a claw machine. Y/n watched as Eunseok slightly leaned into Wonbin, pointing at something inside the machine while Wonbin adjusted the controls carefully.

They looked disgustingly cute.

"Give it 5 minutes and they'll forget we're here." Y/n rolled her eyes while nudging Sion.

As if on cue—

"Wait- WAIT! Move it a little more to the left!!!" Eunseok screamed grabbing Wonbins arms.

"I am, stop distracting me babe!" Wonbin replied, focused.

"I'm helping."

"You are not."

"Yes i am."

Y/n deadpanned as Sion snorted quietly. "Damn." The both of them stood there for a moment watching the couple from a distance. They saw how the claw dropped to grab a plushie, lifted and then dropped it again.

Eunseok gasped. "NO— my mametchi!"

Wonbin groaned. "This was so rigged."

"It wasn't!"

"It was!"

Y/n shook her head with a soft giggle. "Children."

Sion chuckled softly.

"You're not that much better."

"At least i don't cry over stuffed animals."

"You cried over a game before."

"That was different, it was personal."

Sion laughed again, Eunseok called for Y/n and Sion and waved them over to try the claw machine herself. Y/n pointed at herself. "Me?"

"Yes you!"

Y/n sighed dramatically "Fine but when i lose, don't try to blame me."

"You will." Sion said from behind her making Y/n shot him a look.

"Shut up."

Y/n stepped up to the machine, grabbing the controls as Eunseok pointed at a small plush near the edge. "That one."

"Seok..; that's i'mpossible!"

"Just try it."

Y/n sighed again before focusing as she moved the claw slowly and carefully. Trying to ignore the way Sion was staring just slightly behind her.

"More to the right noona." he said quietly.

Y/n froze slightly before she clenched her jaw slightly. "..i know."

"Do you?"

"Yes."

"Doesn't look like it."

"Stop talking."

"Make me."

Y/n ignored him, pressing the button as the claw dropped. It grabbed a plushie and lifted very slowly before dropping it perfectly into the slot. Then Eunseok screamed. "YOU DID IT"

Wonbin blinked as Y/n stared at the machine. "..I did it?"

Sion leaned slightly closer.

"Guess you're not completely useless."

Y/n turned her head and glared. "Say that again."

Sion just smirked. "Impressive."

"that's better."

Eunseok grabbed the plush and immediately handed it over to Y/n. "For you."

Y/n blinked. "Really?"

"Yes, you were the one that won it."

Y/n smiled slightly. "Thanks."

From the corner of her eye she saw Sion watching her, for some reason that made her heart beat just a little faster. A little later the couple had wandered off towards another game, leaving both Y/n and Sion alone... again.

Y/n looked around awkwardly. "So..."

"So.." Sion echoed as he smiled slightly making Y/n look away.

"Lets fine something else do to."

"Running away?"

"From you? Always."

He laughed as he followed her anyways. Y/n didn't notice the way his eyes lingered on her just a a second longer than before. Y/n walked ahead slightly, her eyes scanning everything. Then she stopped just for a second and Sion noticed immediately.

Y/n her gaze had landed on one of the bigger claw machines, inside was a massive pastel purple teddy bear sat in the center. It looked very round and soft, with big shiny eyes. Y/n stared at it a moment longer than necessary.

And walked past it like she didn't pause to look at it. Sion's eyes lingered on the machine then on her, he didn't say anything but just followed.

A few minutes later Y/n was back at another claw machine, but this one was smaller filled with cute little plushies.

"This one looks easier." she whispered.

"It doesn't." Sion replied.

"Let me have hope."

"You're going to lose."

"I just won earlier."

"That's beginner's luck."

Y/n shot him a look. "Watch me."

She inserted a coin, gripping the controls with determination as Sion leaned against the side casually watching her. Y/n was focused as she moved the claw carefully then dropped it... missing the slot completely.

"...shut up." she said before he could speak.

"I didn't say anything."

"You were about to."

"I was thinking it."

"Same thing."

Y/n tried it for a couple of times and kept missing over and over again. Her shoulders slumped slightly. "This is stupid."

"Want help?"

"No."

"You clearly do."

"I said no."

"So stubborn."

"You're annoying."

"You're still bad at it."

Y/n exhaled sharply, stepping back. "Whatever. I'm done with this one." she crossed her arms slightly, still staring at the plushies. Sion pushed himself off the machine.

"Stay here."

Y/n blinked. "Why?"

"I'll be back."

"Where are you going?"

"Does it matter?"

"Yes?"

Sion just smirked. "Just stay here so i can find you again."

And with that, he walked off as Y/n stared after him. "..Weirdo."

Maybe he needed to use the bathroom or grab something, Y/n assumed. She didn't question it too much. Instead, she turned her attention back to the machines.

She tried another attempt, yet kept failing.

Again.

And again.

Time had passed but not long, just long enough that she started to forget that Sion had even left until-

"Noona."

Y/n froze in her spot as her fingers stilled on the controls. She turned her head and her eyes widened. Sion stood there holding the giant pastel purple teddy bear, the same one that she had stopped for.

The one she definitely did not mention, the one she absolutely did not want.

"..What?" she said blankly.

Sion raised a brow slightly. "What?"

Y/n stared at the bear then at him then back at the bear.

"What is that?"

"You tell me."

"That's the one from earlier."

"Yeah"

"..Why are you holding it?"

There was a short pause. "It's for you."

Y/n her brain stopped working for a second. "Huh?"

Sion shifted the bear slightly, like it weighed nothing.

"You were staring at it."

"I-I was not!"

"You so were."

"Not."

"You stopped walking."

"Sion that doesn't mean anything."

"It does."

Y/n blinked. "So...you went back for it?"

"Obviously."

"Why?"

Sion tilted his head slightly. "You want me to take it back?"

"NO!" Y/n said quickly then paused and frowned.

"I mean- you didn't have to do that."

"I know."

"..So why did you?"

Sion looked at her, there was no teasing or smirk. "Because you wanted it."

Y/n felt something in her chest tighten.

"I-i didn't say that."

"You didn't have to."

Y/n looked at the bear again and slowly reached out, taking it from him carefully.

"It's so big and soft... how did you even win this?"

"With skill."

Y/n gave him a look. "You liar."

Sion smirked again. "Fine, it took a few tries."

"A few?"

"... A lot of tries."

Y/n let out a small laugh before she could stop herself. "Idiot."

"I still got it tho."

Y/n hugged the bear slightly, adjusting her grip. It was almost too big for her to carry properly. "Thank you." she said quietly.

The words came out softer than she expected, Sion didn't respond immediately. He just watched her for a second. "You're welcome."

—

From across the arcade, Wonbin nudged Eunseok.

"Babe, do you see that?"

Eunseok followed his gaze and froze. "No way."

Y/n stood there holding the giant purple bear talking to Sion while she was laughing. She looked different.

Wonbin blinked. "Since when does he do that?"

Eunseok didn't answer immediately but just watched. "Told you."

Wonbin frowned.

"Told me what?"

Eunseok glanced at him. "You'll see."

—

Back at the machines, Y/n adjusted her grip on the bear again.

"This is so inconvenient."

"Give it back then."

"No."

"Thought so."

Y/n huffed. "I'm keeping it."

"Obviously."

"Don't make it weird."

"I'm not, you're hugging it."

"No, i'm holding it."

"You're so hugging it."

"Shut up Sion."

Sion laughed softly making Y/n her lips curl up into a shy smile.

Y/n started to notice how Sion wasn't bringing girls over every night anymore. At first, she thought it was just coincidence but then days passed and the pattern stayed different.

The front door closed with a soft click, Y/n didn't even need to look because she already knew... it had been one of those nights. Y/n exhaled slowly setting her mug down, as she stepped out of her room. Her mood dropped instantly.

Because even if it wasn't every night anymore, whenever it did happen it was loud and impossible to ignore, ruining her sleep... and Y/n was tired.

As Y/n made her way into the kitchen she stopped, Sion was standing there already by the counter.. shirtless like it was normal.

He glanced at her briefly. "Morning."

Y/n stared at him. "We're not doing his."

Sion raised a brow.

"Doing what?"

"This" Y/n gestured vaguely at him. "You're acting like everything is fine."

"What is your problem?"

"My problem?" Y/n lets out a quiet disbelieving laugh, taking a step closer. "You really don't know what's my problem? You keep bringing someone over..and over.."

"And?"

"You're loud!!!"

Sion huffed a short laugh "You're more annoyed than usual."

"It's because i'm tired!"

"Are you sure that's it?"

Y/n exhaled sharply. "Why do you care?"

"I don't."

"Then stop pushing."

"You're the one who in here ready to fight."

"I came here because i'm exhausted!"

"And now?"

"And now you're making it worse."

Something shifted in the air after a short pause, Sion pushed himself off the counter slightly as he stepped closer. Y/n didn't notice it immediately until she felt her back being pressed against the edge of the counter.

"..Sion."

"What?"

"This isn't funny."

"I'm not laughing."

"Why are you." She faltered slightly. "-getting too close?"

"I am?"

"Yes."

Sion tilted his head slightly as if he was studying her.

"Move."

But he didn't, instead he leaned in just slightly enough to make Y/n her pulse pick up unfairly fast.

"You complain a lot... about the girls" he said quietly. "You notice everything."

"I don't have a choice..-"

"Sure you do."

"I literally don't."

Sion's gaze flickered for a second, from her eyes to her lips.. then back up again and something in his expression shifted.

"Sion." Y/n said, her voice barely steady now. "M-move."

However, Sion didn't. He lifted his hand slowly like he wasn't even thinking about it, his fingers brushed lightly against her cheek enough to make Y/n freeze completely making her breath stop and her mind become blank.

The touch lingered for half a second longer before Sion seemed to realize it at the same time she did, his hand dropped immediately like he had just woken up and like he hadn't meant to do that at all.

Y/n couldn't move, nor speak.. she couldn't even process what just happened as Sion stepped back fast, a little too fast.

"Forget it." he muttered before turning around and walking straight back into his room with the door shutting behind him, leaving Y/n alone in the kitchen still frozen against the counter.

Her hand slowly lifted to her cheek where his touch had been. "..what was that." she whispered to herself.

Chapter one ⊹ Chapter two ⊹ Chapter three ⊹ ....

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Unwanted roommate

When Y/n agrees to let a friend of a friend move into her spare room, she doesn't expect that friend to be Oh Sion. The biggest player she's ever known.

Pairing: Oh Sion x Reader (Choi Y/n)

⌕ Unwanted roommate chapter list:

✎ - ꒰Chapter one ꒱ ✎ - ꒰Chapter two꒱ ✎ - ꒰Chapter three꒱

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Unwanted roommate

When Y/n agrees to let a friend of a friend move into her spare room, she doesn't expect that friend to be Oh Sion. The biggest player she's ever known.

Pairing: Oh Sion x Reader (Choi Y/n) Genre: Roommates au, slowburn, tension, humor Warnings: Bullying, verbal insults, jealousy themes, slight angst.

At first Y/n told herself it wasn't a big deal, she knew what she signed up for. Well... not exactly, but close enough. Oh Sion had a reputation, everyone knew it.

The fact that— the first night it happened, she wasn't surprised. Maybe a little annoyed, but not surprised.

It started around midnight. Y/n had just gotten comfortable in bed, her room was dimly lit by the soft glow of her bedside lamp with her phone resting loosely in her hand as she scrolled mindlessly.

The apartment was quiet and peaceful at first, just how she liked it. But then— a sound. It was faint at first, a door opening then laughter followed.

Y/n paused, her thumb stilled against her screen. Then another sound followed, a voice of a girl.

Y/n stared at her ceiling. "Right.." she whispered as she slowly turned her head towards the wall. the one seperating her room from Sion's.

There it was again, soft footsteps and muffled giggles... then the creak of a bed. Y/n exhaled slowly, dropping her phone onto her chest. It wasn't her business, he lived here too now. He could do whatever he wanted.

Y/n turned off her lamp and pulled her blanket up, closing her eyes to try and get some proper sleep.

That didn't last long.

Because a few minutes later, another sound has slipped through the wall. Y/n's eyes snapped open as she stared into the darkness, her entire body stiff. She reached for her phone again, unlocking it quickly and turning the brightness all the way down. If she could maybe just distract herself—

Another sound. This time... a soft moan.

Y/n froze as she felt her face heating up instantly. "Oh my god." She whispered, pressing her lips together tightly. She turned onto her side, then to the other, even buried her face into the pillow.

This was not happening, the walls were too thin. WAY too thin. Why where they this thin?!

This time the sounds became louder. Y/n grabbed her pillow and pressed it over her head. "I hate this." She mumbled into the fabric. She stayed like that for a while, hoping it would stop.

Eventually, exhaustion won. But the last thing she heard before she was finally able to fall asleep was laughter. And it wasn't hers.

The next morning Y/n avoided the kitchen, she didn't know why. Okay, that's a lie. She knew exactly why.

Because she didn't want to run into him or worse— run into her.

Instead, she stayed in her room longer than usual. Scrolling through her phone pretending she didn't hear footsteps moving around outside. At one point, she heard the front door open then close.

Only then did she finally step outside, the apartment looked normal like nothing had happened. Y/n walked into the kitchen slowly, glancing around.

There was no trace or sign as she lets out a breath that she didn't realize she was holding. "Good." she muttered.

For night 2, it was worse. Because now Y/n expected it, and somehow that made it even more annoying.

It started earlier this time, maybe around 10?

Y/n was in the living room, curled up on the couch with a blanket, watching something she wasn't really paying attention to. The sound of the front door opening made her glance up.

Sion walked in, but not alone. He brought a different girl this time. Y/n immediately looked back at the TV. She wasn't going to stare, but she noticed enough.

The way the girl laughed too loudly or the way she held onto Sion's arm like she had known him forever. The way Sion—

"Hey" he said casually, like this was normal. Like bringing strangers into the apartment was completely normal. Y/n forced herself to glance over. "Hi."

The girl looked at her briefly, mostly in a judging way. Still Y/n have a small nod before turning back to the TV.

"I'll be in my room." Sion added.

That was it. The door closed and once again, the apartment wasn't quiet anymore.

By the 3rd night, Y/n started staying in her room before Sion even got home, it was easier that way.

Out of sight, out of mind. Not really.

Because no matter how much she tried to ignore it or block it out, she could still hear everything.

The creak of the bed, the same sounds. Over and over.

Different voices, different nights. Same pattern.

Y/n lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling. Her headphones sat next to her. She had tried music, watched movies but non of it helped. She lets out a quiet sigh.

The morning after felt worse than the others. Y/n didn't even remember falling asleep, she just knew she woke up exhausted. Her head felt heavy, her body sluggish as she dragged herself out of bed and straight into the kitchen. Not even bothering to check the time.

There was only one thing on her mind. Coffee.

She leaned against the counter, waiting for the coffee machine, with her half opened eyes, messy hair and an expression that looked completely drained. The soft click of a door opening made her glance up slightly.

Y/n didn't even have the energy to react properly when Sion walked out, shirtless and his hair messy, like he had just ran his hands through it a hundred times. His movements slow and completely unbothered.

Y/n blinked once and immediately looked away.

Behind him, a girl followed while wearing one of his hoodies. Y/n didn't recognize her. Not that she expected to.

The girl looked at Y/n briefly then towards the kitchen. "Oh— do you maybe have—"

Before she could even finish, Sion gently placed a hand on her back, already guiding her towards the front door. "I'll text you." He said easily.

The girl didn't seem to mind as she smiled. "Okay." And just like that, she was gone with the door closed behind her.

Y/n stared at her coffee as Sion walked past her like nothing had happened, heading straight for the cabinets and grabbing his own mug before pouring himself coffee.

Sion looked at her as he was leaning against the counter. "...you look like shit."

Y/n slowly turned her head. "...Excuse me?"

Sion took a sip of his coffee, completely unfazed. "I mean it." he said "Did you even sleep?"

Y/n stared at him in disbelief.

"Oh, i don't know." Y/n said flatly. "Maybe i would've if someone wasn't hosting a nightly concert next room."

Sion's eyebrow lifted slightly. "A concert?"

"Yes. A very loud one."

He lets out a quiet huff of amusement. "That bad?"

Y/n scoffed. "Bad?" She repeated. "Sion, i could hear everything."

Sion didn't look particularly bothered by what Y/n just said.

"Walls are thin."

"No." Y/n said immediately. "The walls are fine. The problem is your...guests."

There was a brief pause before she added without thinking—

"They sound like dying whales."

Sion blinked at her once then twice. "...Dying whales?"

Y/n took a sip of her coffee and nodded. "Yes."

"That's...specific."

"Well, it's accurate."

Sion stared at Y/n for a second longer before he burst into laughter. Y/n frowned slightly. "What's so funny?"

"That's a new one." Sion said, shaking his head lightly. "I've heard complaints, but never that."

Y/n just rolled her eyes.

"Well.. now you have."

Sion took another sip of his coffee, still clearly amused. "Noted."

Y/n crossed her arms slightly, leaning back against the counter. "You should try being quieter."

Sion glanced at her. "Or, you should try sleeping earlier."

Y/n gave him a look. "You're unbelievable.."

"I'm realistic."

"No, you're inconsiderate."

"Harsh."

"True."

A pause settled between them, as Y/n narrowed her eyes slightly. "And honestly." she added, almost absentmindedly. "If that's what it sound like every night....."

She hesitated for half a second. "...you might not be as good as you think."

Sion went still just for a moment before slowly turning his head towards her. "What?"

Y/n shrugged, pretending to be unbothered.

"I'm just saying." She continued, taking another sip of her coffee. "It sounds a little ... forced."

There was a beat of silence, the atmosphere had shifted. Sion straightened slightly, setting his mug down as his eyes never left Y/n's this time. "Careful." he said with a lower voice.

Y/n could feel the shift, but she didn't back down. "Why?" She shot back. "did i hit a nerve?"

Sion tilted his head slightly, a small smirk forming on his lips. "Oh definitely."

Y/n blinked because that wasn't the reaction she expected.

"But—" Sion continued, pushing himself off the counter taking a step closer to Y/n. "Now i'm curious."

Y/n her grip on her cup tightened slightly. "About what?"

Sion's eyes stayed on hers.

"Whether you actually think that or if you're just annoyed."

Y/n held his gaze. Her heart did something weird, and it's not something she liked.

"I'm sleep deprived." Y/n said. "That's what i think."

Sion just hummed. "Sure"

Then he reached for his coffee again, stepping back like nothing had happened. "Don't worry, i'll try to keep the whales quieter."

Y/n stared at him. "You're insufferable."

"And you're grumpy."

"Because of you!"

"Still my fault?"

"Yes."

Sion smiled slightly and that irritated Y/n more than it should have. She turned away first, walking out of the kitchen with her coffee in hand. As she disappeared down the hallway her heart was beating faster than normal.

She didn't know if it was from the lack of sleep or something else entirely.

Y/n looked like she hadn't slept in days, because she hadn't. Dark circles sat under her eyes, her expression dull as she stirred her drink absentmindedly. Not even realizing she had been mixing the same cup for the past 2 minutes.

Across from her, Wonbin watched quietly and next to him sat Eunseok who looked... concerned.

"... You look... terrible." Eunseok said carefully.

Y/n didn't even react this time. "I know."

Wonbin leaned back in his chair, arms crossed as he was studying her. "That bad?"

"You have no idea."

Eunseok winced slightly. "...Sion?"

Y/n let's out a dry laugh. "Oh, so you do know."

"I mean—"

"Every night he brings a different girl." Y/n continued, her voice flat but clearly exhausted. "And the walls? Paper thin. I hear him and those girls have SEX all the time."

Wonbin's lips twitched slightly but he didn't laugh. Eunseok? He looked genuinely apologetic. "...Okay, that's on me."

"Yes." Y/n said immediately. "It is."

"I didn't think—"

"Well, you should've."

Wonbin rested his chin on his hand, eyes still focused on Y/n. "So what exactly are we talking about here?"

Y/n glanced at him. "Do you reallyyyy want details?"

"Now i'm kinda curious bestie."

"They sound like dying whales."

There was a pause as Wonbin's expression froze and Eunseok blinked. Then Wonbin looked away, pressing his lips together like ha was trying not to react making Y/n frown slightly.

"What?"

"Nothing." Wonbin quickly said.

"That wasn't a 'nothing' face."

"It was."

"It wasnt'."

Eunseok glanced between them.

".. Why does it feel like i'm missing something?"

Wonbin shook is head. "You are."

"Then explain it to me?"

"No." Y/n narrowed her eyes.

"Okay, now i'm definitely missing something."

Wonbin sighed softly while running a hand through his hair. "Its just.." he started then stopped. Y/n leaned forward slightly.

"What?"

Wonbin looked at her, for a moment there was something in his expression. Something she didn't understand, then he just shook his head again. "...Nothing. Forget it."

Y/n stared at him. "You're being weird."

"I'm not."

"You are."

Eunseok frowned. "Should i be concerned?"

"Yes." Y/n said immediately while Wonbin said "No." at the same time.

There was a silence when Y/n looked between them. "This is suspicious."

Wonbin grabbed his drink and shrugged. "you're just sleep deprived."

"I am sleep deprived." Y/n snapped. "Because of YOUR friend.

Eunseok raised both hands. "Okay, okay! My bad."

Y/n sighed as she leaned back into her chair.

"I just want 1 quiet night," she muttered.

Wonbin glanced at her once again. "Have you tried talking to him?" he asked.

Y/n hesitated before nodding. "Kind of?"

"And?"

"He laughed at me."

Wonbin snorted.

"Sounds like him-"

"I hate him."

"No you don't." Eunseok said absentmindedly making Y/n look at him. "...i do."

Eunseok paused for a second. "You're just annoyed."

"And exhausted."

Wonbin didn't say anything this time but he did gave her a look, a knowing look that lingered and Y/n hated it.

By the time Y/n got home, her apartment was quiet and empty for once. She slipped her shoes off, letting out a small sigh of relief as she stepped inside.

Finally peace.

Y/n dropped her bag onto the couch, stretching slightly before heading towards the kitchen. Maybe she could actually relax today.

There came a sudden knock on the door making Y/n halt in her steps.

"Did Sion forget his keys?"

Y/n walked towards the door slowly as another louder knock came, something felt off and when she opened the door her heart dropped.

"...You've got to be kidding me." she muttered.

Hwayoung stood there, perfect as always. Her expression? Not perfect because the moment she saw Y/n her brows furrowed.

"Eh.. what are you doing here?"

Y/n blinked. ".. i live here."

Hwayoung laughed with an disbelieving sound. "No, you don't."

"I do."

Hwayoung crossed her arms. "This is Sion's place."

Y/n felt her patience already wearing thin.

"It's my apartment."

Hwayoung's expression shifted slightly in confusion then disbelief. "You're actually joking."

"I swear i'm not. Sion is staying here temporarily. He's my roommate."

Hwayoung laughed again but it wasn't in amusement. "You're...serious." as she looked Y/n up and down slowly in a judging and disgust way. "That's actually insane."

Y/n felt irritation bubbling up. "What is?"

"That YOU are living with him."

Her tone was enough to make something snap.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

Hwayoung tilted her head slightly. "Oh, come on honey.. you can't be that clueless."

Y/n's grip on the door tightened.

"Try me."

Hwayoung smirked. "It just doesn't make sense." she continued. "Someone like you? Sharing space with someone like Sion?"

"Someone like me?"

Hwayoung stepped closer as her voice dropped slightly and became colder. "Let's be honest.... you don't exactly match his standards."

Y/n could feel her chest tighten but she didn't look away nor did she back down. "And you do?"

Hwayoung smiled. "I know i do for sure." before narrowing her eyes lightly "Honestly, you should be grateful he's even breathing the same air as you."

Y/n stepped forward slightly. "You should leave."

Hwayoung raised a brow. "Or what?"

"Or i'll make you."

The confidence in her voice even surprised Y/n herself, and for a split second Hwayoung looked taken aback then she scoffed. "Relax, i'm not here for you. I'm here for Sion."

"He's not here."

Hwayoung rolled her eyes and turned on her heel, looking back at Y/n one last time. "Don't get too comfortable."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Hwayoung smirked. "You'll figure it out."

And with that, she left. Y/n closed the door and the apartment felt silent again. She stood there for a moment with her heart racing and hands trembling. "Unbelievable." She muttered.

By the evening Y/n tried to forget about it, which was exactly how she ended up sitting on the couch again, controller in hand with Sion next to her.

"This is rigged." Y/n said.

"It's really not."

"It is!"

"You just suck."

"I don't suck that bad."

"You just ran into the same wall a couple of times!"

"I'm... learning."

Sion laughed quietly. "Gosh, you're hopeless."

"And you're annoying."

"Yet you're still playing this game."

Y/n huffed. "Only because i would like to win."

"Yeaaaaaah, that's not happening."

"We'll see."

It was surprisingly easy just sitting there and talking, arguing over something so stupid until a knock was heard from the front door once again. Both of them paused as Y/n frowned.

".. Are you expecting someone?"

Sion shook his head. "No?"

Another louder knock followed as Y/n stood up slowly. "I'll get it." She walked towards the door, a strange feeling settling in her chest again. Something about today, felt off.

The moment Y/n opened the door she froze. "..Intak?"

He stood there, just like she remembered.

"Hey." He said.

"What are you doing here?" Y/n blinked confused.

"I wanted to talk."

Y/n stomach twisted slightly. "..Now?"

"Yeah."

Before she could say anything else, a voice came from behind her. "Who is it?"

Y/n turned slightly but it was too late, because Sion had already walked up behind her. And now Intak was staring right at him confused.

"Who's that?"

Y/n hesitated. "This is-"

"I live here." Sion said casually.

Intak's expression darkened instantly. "You what?"

Sion didn't even flinch. "I'm her roommate."

Intak looked back at Y/n.

"Since when do you have a roommate...and it's a guy?"

Y/n crossed her arms slightly. "Since recently"

Intak let out a quiet laugh. "..wow."

Y/n frowned. "W-what?"

"That was fast."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Y/n her expression hardened

"You know exactly what i mean."

Sion's gaze shifted slightly between the both of them, not really interfering yet but just observing.

Y/n stepped forward slightly. "Please don't start."

"I'm not starting anything." Intak said. "I just didn't expect you to move on from me this quickly."

"I didn't."

"Really?" Intak glanced at Sion again. "Because it looks like you did."

"That's not your business. Not anymore."

Then Sion finally spoke again. "You done?"

Both Y/n and Intak looked at him, Sion's expression was calm and unbothered but his tone wasn't. Intak frowned. "Excuse me?"

"You came here to talk, so talk or leave." Sion said.

Y/n blinked slightly. Hearing that come from Sion was unexpected. Intak's jaw tightened. "Stay out of this."

Sion shrugged. "Then don't stand in my doorway."

The tension shifted instantly, it was thick and uncomfortable. Y/n could feel it. Intak looked back at her.

"You okay with this?"

Y/n didn't hesitate this time as she nodded, that was enough. "Yes."

Intak exhaled sharply as he stepped back slightly. "We'll talk another time."

Y/n didn't respond as Intak lingered for a second then he left. The door finally closed. Y/n stared at it for a moment before she slowly turned around. Sion was still standing there watching her.

"...What?"

"You're ex?

Y/n sighed. "Yeah..."

He nodded once "That's ..messy."

Y/n huffed "You have no idea."

There was a pause before Sion glanced at her. "You okay?"

"Yeah."

Sion didn't look convinced but he also didn't want to push. Instead he nodded towards the couch. "Come on, you were about to lose."

"Huh?" Y/n blinked, snapping out of it.

"Game."

Y/n stared at him for a moment then chuckled slightly. "you're unbelievable."

"Yet.. you keep playing with me."

Y/n rolled her eyes but she followed him anyways. Because somehow even after everything, being there with him felt easier than dealing with everything else.

Chapter one ⊹ Chapter two ⊹ Chapter three

[antontual]

bf

[buff-bambiii]

Unwanted roommate

When Y/n agrees to let a friend of a friend move into her spare room, she doesn't expect that friend to be Oh Sion. The biggest player she's ever known.

Pairing: Oh Sion x Reader (Choi Y/n) Genre: Roommates au, slowburn, tension, humor Warnings: Mentions of mature themes, suggestive undertones.

The restaurant was warm, soft chatter blended with the clinking of glasses and occasional laughter from nearby tables. Y/n liked places like this, it wasn't too quiet nor chaotic. It felt just comfortable.

Across from her sat Wonbin and Seunghan, both halfway through their drinks and arguing about something completely pointless.

"I'm telling you." Seunghan said, pointing his chopsticks accusingly at Wonbin. "You definitely ate my dumplings."

Wonbin raised an eyebrow. "Why would i eat your dumplings when i ordered some of my own?"

"Because you're greedy."

"Am not."

"Are."

"I'm not."

"You literally stole my fries last week."

"That was different."

Y/n let out a small laugh, leaning her chin into her palms as she watched the two of them bicker like they had been doing for years. Which...they had.

"Should i call the police?" Y/n asked dryly. "Or do dumpling crimes fall under a different jurisdiction?"

Seunghan immediately pointed at her. "See?! Even Y/n knows you're guilty."

Wonbin scoffed. "Y/n always takes your side."

"Because i'm usually right."

Y/n raised both her hands innocently. "I refuse to get involved in dumpling-related accusations."

The food on the table was already half gone, empty plates pushed slightly to the side as they kept talking. Seunghan leaned back in his chair, stretching before glancing at Y/n again. "So noona." he began, "How does it feel?"

"How does what feel?" Y/n blinked

"Living alone."

Wonbin looked up at that. "Oh right-" he said. "Your new apartment."

Y/n nodded as she was reaching for her glass. She had moved in only about 2 weeks ago, technically it wasn't huge, but compared to her old place it definitely felt bigger. "It's amazing." Y/n admitted. "It's so peaceful."

Seunghan smirked. "It's because we're not there."

"Exactly."

Wonbin gasped dramatically. "Wow, i see how it is."

Y/n laughed. "No seriously, it's nice and quiet. I can actually sleep without Seunghan blowing up our group chat at three in the morning."

"That was 1 time.."

"That was 16 times."

Seunghan ignored that.

"But isn't it kinda lonely?" Seunghan asked. "You said the apartment has two bedrooms right?"

Y/n nodded. "It does."

"So... then why are you living there alone?"

Y/n shrugged. "It was the only place available at the time and i really liked it, the extra room is kinda nice tho."

Seunghan tilted his head. "For?"

Y/n grinned in response. "Sleepovers."

Wonbin pointed at her. "See, i knew it."

"Movie nights, game nights.. you guys can stay over whenever!"

"That does sound nice actually." Seunghan stated while looking thoughtful.

Wonbin leaned forward on the table. "Be careful Y/n, if you say that too loudly he'll basically move in with you."

"Hey-" Seunghan protested. "I pay rent where i live!"

"Barely.."

Before Seunghan could start another argument Wonbin glanced over his shoulder and his expression shifted. "Finally."

Y/n turned slightly in her seat and saw Eunseok walking towards their table. He had one hand in the pockets of his jacket, the other holding his phone as he finished typing something before slipping it away, his eyes immediately found their table.

Wonbin was already smiling pushing Seunghan out of his seat as Eunseok leaned down slightly, pressing a quick kiss to Wonbin's lips in greeting before sitting down beside him.

Seunghan groaned loudly. "Oh my god."

"What?" Wonbin asked innocently. "You can sit next to Y/n."

"That was my seat.." Seunghan sighed dramatically before sliding next to Y/n in the booth.

Eunseok chuckled quietly before Wonbin nudged him. "You're late."

"I know babe."

"You said 10 minutes... it's been 20."

Eunseok reached for the menu giving a slight pout before cutely responding with an "Sorry."

"You better have a good excuse."

"I do~"

Before Eunseok could continue, Wonbin added casually. "Oh i already ordered for you." before sliding his food to the older.

"Should i be scared?"

Seunghan snorted, making Eunseok smile slightly at his boyfriend. "If i die tonight, i'm blaming you."

"That's fair." Wonbin shrugged

Y/n tilted her head slightly glancing at Eunseok while sipping her drink. "So.. what actually made you come late?"

Eunseok leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his black hair.

"It's... kind of a long story."

Seunghan perked up instantly. "Even better."

Eunseok hesitated for a second before explaining. "One of my friends got kicked out."

The table went quiet for a moment as Y/n slightly frowned. "Kicked out of where?"

"His house."

Wonbin blinked. "Like, permanently?"

"Seems like it, he's been crashing at my place for the past week."

Wonbin paused. "A week??"

"Yeah.."

"And you're telling us this now?"

"I didn't think it was a big deal."

Seunghan scoffed.

"Having someone live at your place for a week is definitely a big deal."

Eunseok shrugged. "Well, he didn't really have anywhere else to go."

Y/n felt a small pang of sympathy at that. "Is your friend okay?" she asked.

'Yeah." Eunseok said. "It's just ... family stuff."

Wonbin frowned slightly. "Are you planning to let him stay with you?"

Eunseok shook his head. "I would if i could, but my place is too small for the both of us."

Seunghan suddenly looked thoughtful and slowly, he turned towards Y/n. The moment she saw that expression, she immediately felt suspicious. "No."

Seunghan grinned. "I didn't even say anything yet noona."

"You didn't have to, your face said enough."

But Seunghan was already turning towards Eunseok with a smile on his face. "You know who has the space though?" then he pointed at Y/n. All eyes turned towards her. Y/n stared at Seunghan in disbelief.

"Are you serious?"

Seunghan shrugged. "You literally just said you had an extra room."

Eunseok glanced between them. "Wait.. you have a spare room?"

"Yea she has." Wonbin nodded. watching the situation unfold with interest.

"You're taking his side?" Y/n looked at Wonbin.

"If someone needs a place and you have the space..." Wonbin said calmy. Eunseok leaned forward slightly. "I mean.. only if you're comfortable with it."

Y/n glanced between the 3 of them, she came here to have dinner. Not to suddenly adopt a roommate. She doesn't even know who it is.

"I don't even know your friend." Y/n stated.

"He's not that bad." Eunseok quickly said

"That's... not really convincing."

"He's also very quiet."

"That's... less convincing." Y/n muttered making Seunghan laugh.

Eunseok sighed and scratched the back of his head. "Okay, he's.. not exactly quiet."

"Great.."

"But he's not a bad person."

Y/n hesitated, she hated situations like this. Cause if someone genuinely needed the help... she couldn't just say no. And Seunghan knew that too, which is why he probably suggested it. That traitor.

Eunseok looked at Y/n again with a hopeful expression on his face. "You'd honestly be saving him." He said softly "Just until he figures things out."

Y/n looked down at the table with a quiet sigh. "..How long will he be staying?"

"Until he finds something himself. So maybe a few...months?" Eunseok carefully explained.

Y/n rubbed her temple. This was happening way too fast, but at the same time... she couldn't ignore that someone was kicked out with nowhere to go. After a long moment, she exhaled.

"...Fine."

The reactions came so fast, Seunghan slapped the table as Wonbin grinned. Eunseok? He looked genuinely relieved. Y/n pointed a finger at him. "If he's messy or annoying-"

"I promise, he's not!"

"If he steals my food-"

"He won't."

"If he breaks things."

"He definitely won't."

Y/n narrowed her eyes at Eunseok. "You're very veryyyyy confident about that."

Eunseok just smiled slightly. "It's because i know him." Then he immediately grabbed his phone. "Let me tell him."

Seunghan leaned closer. "You should call him."

"I'm texting."

"How lame..."

Eunseok ignored him as he quickly typed his message. Across the table, Wonbin rested his chin on his hand. "Wait, hold on..."

Eunseok looked up at his boyfriend with a raised brow. "What?"

"You never really told us who this friend is."

Eunseok blinked "Oh."

Seunghan tilted his head. "Yeah.. who's this mysterious homeless friend of yours?"

Eunseok glanced back down at his phone for a second before casually answering. "Sion."

The world stopped for Y/n, her heart dropped straight into her stomach. For a moment she thought she maybe misheard what he said but then Eunseok repeated it while still typing on his phone. "Oh Sion."

Her mind went completely blank.

Oh Sion.

The name echoed in her head like an alarm warning her, she knew exactly who that was. Everyone did!

Oh Sion, the biggest flirt. The biggest player. The biggest fuckboy she has ever encountered in her entire life. The kind of guy who could charm anyone in a room and leave with someone different every night.

And now—

Y/n's stomach twisted.

— he was going to live with her.

Y/n lifted her eyes slowly towards Eunseok. "...Sion?"

Eunseok nodded. "Yeah."

Seunghan didn't seem to notice her internal meltdown. "Oh i know him." he said as Wonbin nodded too. "Same."

Y/n stared at the table. This couldn't be real. She opened her mouth, maybe.. just maybe she could still take it back.

Eunseok smiled at his phone then looked up. "He replied, he said thanks." then read another message. "Hes ready to move in tomorrow morning."

Y/n froze.

Tomorrow?!

Her eyes widened slightly, as she looked up at Eunseok again he was already putting his phone away with a satisfied expression. It was too late. The worst possible roommate she could imagine was moving into her apartment.

Tomorrow.

And there was absolutely nothing she could do about it.

The knocking started way too early, at least... that's what it felt like.

Y/n groaned softly, burying her face deeper into her pillow as the sound echoed through her apartment again. It wasn't aggressive, but it was annoyingly persistent.

For a moment, she considered ignoring it. That maybe whoever it was would just... go away.

The knocking came again but louder this time. The memory hit her like a brick as she let out a long sigh and let her eyes snap open.

Right, today was the day Sion was becoming her roommate. Y/n shot up slightly in her bed, her hair a mess, heart already beating faster than it should be this early in the morning.

Another knock. "Y/n." Eunseok's voice called from the other side of the door. "Are you awake?"

Dragging herself out of bed felt like torture, didn't even bother checking the mirror. Which was probably a bad decision, but it was too late to care. Y/n shuffled towards the door in an oversized hoodie and sleeping shorts, she unlocked her door and pulled it open.

She regretted everything immediately. Eunseok stood there, looking far too awake and next to him...

Boxes.

And then—

Sion.

He was just standing behind Eunseok, one hand casually gripping the handle of a suitcase, the other tucked into his pocket like he didn't have a care in the world. His hair was slightly messy, like he hadn't tried too hard and he wore a simple hoodie with sweats. Somehow— it still looked intentional, annoyingly effortless.

Sion's eyes met hers and then he smirked.

Y/n blinked once, then twice.. right, this was real.

"Morning sleeping...beauty." Eunseok said cheerfully, completely unaware of the tension forming out of thin air.

Y/n just stared at him. "..Seok, it's too early for you to be this happy."

"It's 10 am."

"That is early for me!"

Eunseok laughed lightly before stepping aside. "Sion, this is—"

"I know who she is."

Y/n's gaze snapped back to Sion. Of course he knew who she was. Sion shifted his weight slightly, his eyes still on her. "Didn't expect you to be my new landlord." he said casually.

Y/n expression flattened instantly. "I'm not your landlord."

"Roommate then."

Y/n crossed her arms. "Temporary roommate."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night."

Sion's smirk didn't fade as Y/n narrowed her eyes slightly. He was exactly like how she remembered. Annoying.

Eunseok clapped his hands together once. "Okay, let's not fight before he even moves in."

"We're not fighting." Y/n stated immediately.

"We're just talking". Sion added, just as quickly.

Eunseok looked between them. "...Right."

Y/n stepped aside reluctantly. "Just come in.."

Sion walked past her first, carrying his suitcase inside like he already belonged here. Y/n resisted the urge to roll her eyes as Eunseok followed with the boxes, placing them carefully near the hallway.

Y/n felt like her apartment suddenly felt..smaller, it was more crowded.

"Which room is his?" Eunseok asked.

Y/n pointed down the hallway. "Second door on the left."

Sion nodded once. "Got it."

Without waiting, he grabbed his suitcase again and headed towards the room like he had been there before as Y/n watched him go. She was bothered by how comfortable he looked.

Eunseok carried the last box in and set it down. "Thank you again." He said, turning to face Y/n. "Seriously."

Y/n shrugged lightly." It's fine."

"It's not." he said. "You didn't have to do this, but you did it anyways."

Y/n didn't respond to that, she glanced towards the hallway where Sion had already disappeared into the room.

"So.." Y/n said slowly. "You're sure about him?"

Eunseok raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

Y/n glanced back at him. "He's..not trouble?"

Eunseok lets out a small laugh." No, he's not trouble."

Y/n gave him a look making Eunseok sigh. "Okay he can be a little..."

"A little what?"

"...Chaotic."

Y/n blinked. "That's not reassuring Seok."

"But he's a good person." Eunseok added quickly. "He just... lives his life differently."

"That's one way to put it."

Eunseok smiled slightly. "Just give him a chance."

Y/n again didn't respond because the thing was, she already knew what kind of person Sion was. Or at least— how the people said he was. And that wasn't exactly promising.

Before Eunseok left, he went into Sion's room and then came back to give Y/n a light hug. Y/n was officially alone in her apartment with Sion. She stood in her kitchen for a moment, staring at nothing.

The sound of a door opening pulled her attention, Sion stepped back into the hallway running a hand through his hair. "All set."

"That was fast."

"I don't have that much stuff."

"Clearly."

He leaned against the wall casually. "Thanks, by the way."

Y/n blinked. "For what?"

"Letting me stay."

Y/n her shoulders stiffened slightly. "Oh. Right.3

Sion studied her for a second. "You didn't want to."

It wasn't a question making Y/n frown slightly. "I- i didn't say that."

"You didn't have to."

Y/n looked away. "I just don't like surprises."

"That makes two of us."

Her eyes flicked back to him. "..You didn't know either?"

"Not until last night, Eunseok hyung texted me telling me to start packing because he found a new roommate for me."

Sion pushed himself off the wall. "So." he glanced around. "Any rules?"

Y/n straightened slightly. "Yes."

He looked back at her. "Let's hear them."

Y/n crossed her arms. "Keep shared places clean."

"Fair."

"No loud music at night."

"Depends on what you consider loud.."

She gave him a look. "Just... don't be annoying."

Sion smirked. "No promises."

Y/n ignored that. "And if you're bringing people over—" she hesitated.

Sion tilted his head slightly. "Yeah?"

"...Just let me know."

Something flickered in his expression, he looked amused. "Of course."

"Good."

Silence settled between them for a moment, it wasn't uncomfortable but not comfortable either.

"Are you always this serious in the morning?" Sion asked.

"What?" Y/n blinked

"You look like you're about to kick me out already."

Y/n frowned. "I just woke up."

"That explains it."

Y/n's eyes narrowed slightly. "And what is that supposed to mean?"

Sion just shrugged lightly.

"You'll probably be nicer later."

She stared at him. "I'm already being nice."

"Debatable."

Y/n just turned away. "I regret this already."

Making Sion laugh quietly.

The day passed slowly, Y/n tried to go about her usual routine. Drinking coffee, cleaning the apartment, scrolling through twitter anything to make things feel normal. But it was hard, because every now and then she'd hear something like a door opening, footsteps or a drawer closing. All small reminders that she wasn't alone anymore.

At one point, she walked into the kitchen and froze in her spot. Sion was there standing at the counter, cooking.

"..You cook?"

Sion glanced over his shoulder at her. "Sometimes. It was mostly Eunseok hyung when i stayed with him."

"You don't seem like the type."

Sion turned back to what he was doing. "What type?"

"..Domestic."

He huffed a quiet laugh. "That's harsh."

"Is it wrong?"

He didn't answer, instead he plated the food and turned around. "Would you like some?"

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah."

Y/n hesitated, this way all unexpected. Maybe he did it out of thanks for letting him stay here.

"Fine."

Sion handed her a plate. "Careful, it's hot."

Y/n carefully took the plate, their fingers brushing slightly. For some reason the small contact lingered longer than it should have. She sat down at the counter, taking a cautious bite as her eyes widened slightly.

"This is... actually good."

Sion leaned against the counter across from her. "Wow, high praise."

"I'm serious."

"I know."

Y/n took another bite. "So where did you learn?"

"Picked it up."

"That's not an answer."

Sion shrugged. "Does it matter?"

She paused. "I..guess not."

They ate in silence, it was not awkward just quiet and comfortable. Which surprised her. She expected this to feel weird but it didn't. After a moment, Sion spoke again.

"So."

Y/n looked up. "So?"

"You play games?"

She blinked. "What kind of games?"

"Video games."

Y/n made a face. "Not really."

Sion raised an eyebrow. "Not really or ..not at all?"

"Not at all."

He stared at her like she had just confessed something unbelievable. "That's just tragic."

"It's not."

"It is."

Y/n rolled her eyes.

"I've survived this long without them."

"Barely."

Y/n huffed as Sion pushed himself off the counter. "Come on."

She frowned. "Where are you going?"

"To fix your tragic lifestyle."

Her eyes widened slightly. "No."

"Yes."

"I said no."

"you haven't even tried."

"I don't need to try."

Sion was already walking towards the living room. "Just this once."

Y/n stayed where she was. "I'm not doing this."

Sion glanced back at her.

"Are you scared? Scared you'll lose?"

Y/n's expression changed instantly as her eyes are narrowing. "That's not going to work."

"It's already working."

"It's not."

"Then prove it."

Y/n hesitated and she hated this, she knew exactly what he was doing and yet she found herself setting her plate down. "Fine."

Sion's lips curved slightly. "Thought so."

She pointed at him as she walked past. "If i hate this, i'm blaming you."

"I'll take that risk."

That's how they both ended up sitting next to each other on the couch, a controller in Y/n's hand with absolutely no idea what she was doing.

"This is confusing." she said.

"It's not."

"It is."

"You just need to focus."

"I am focusing."

"No, you're panicking."

"I'm not panicking—"

Y/n's character immediately ran into a wall and Sion sighed. "Okay, give me that."

Before she could react, he shifted closer than before. His shoulder brushed against hers. Sion reached for the controller— but instead of taking it completely, his hand settled over hers.

"Like this." he said.

Y/n's breath caught slightly. His hand was warm and firm, guiding her movements slightly. "Move this slowly." he continued.

Y/n tried her best to focus, but it was hard since he was close... too close.

"See?" He said. "You're finally getting it"

"I'm not." She muttered.

"You are."

His voice was softer and lower now. For a moment neither of them moved. Y/n could feel the warmth of him beside her. She could feel the way his hand still rested over hers.

Something shifted.

It wasn't big, nothing obvious but it was there.. like a spark. Sion pulled his hand away first. "There." he said, leaning back slightly. "Not so hard, right?"

Y/n blinked as she cleared her throat. "..Right, still don't like it."

Sion smirked. "You will."

"Doubt it."

But she didn't put the controller down and he didn't leave.

Chapter one ⊹ Chapter two ⊹ Chapter three

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血まみれの一メロディー 𝂅𝂅𝂅 ♟️ :

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Your Hands Are Cold — Eunseok

synopsis: you form an unlikely bond with your toxic ex’s friend, leading to unexpected feelings you thought you didn’t need.

word count: 9.8k

notes: university au, student!eunseok x studentfem!reader, fluff, smut, softdom!eunseok, oral sex (m and f rec), unprotected sex (p in v), dirty talk, aftercare (if only men were real), eunseok is a nerd on the streets but a major freak in the sheets. MDNI!

message: this is my big one yall… happy new year! first full fic and smut :) i was inspired by some of my fav fics on this app, and i am fuelled with a deep obsession/delusion for uni student eunseok #needthat. eunseok is peak hot loser nerd and that’s TRUTH! i’m definitely not a writer but i’m kinda proud of this one so i hope some people enjoy reading :)

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—Monday, 9:55 am—

You walked into the lecture hall, surprisingly in a good mood despite silently knowing you’d start to dread this class after the first week. Nonetheless, you were actually excited to start this school term. You’d spent your summer being single for the first time in over a year, and though it was initially tough; feeling that strange emptiness whenever you were reminded of your ex, you overcame it and started to thrive by keeping yourself busy and spending time with friends. After a short period of grieving your relationship, you realized how much better life was without having to deal with a man who borderline treated you like shit.

This year was going to be your year. You looked good, you felt good, your mind was clear, and you were ready to power through this term with focus and diligence like never before.

You sat down in a random seat in the hall and started to take out your laptop, followed by taking a sip of your coffee you got before class. You were ready to lock-in to lecture, until you got mildly startled by someone deciding to take the seat right next to you. Typically people would try to sit at least one seat away from someone, but whatever, right?

It wasn’t until you took a quick second glance at the person sitting next to you that you realized it wasn’t just anyone, it was Eunseok.

One of your ex’s friends.

Awesome. Just what you needed to break your flow. But you weren’t going to let it ruin your focus on the lecture. Besides, you had only met Eunseok maybe twice while you were still dating your ex. While you remembered his face and name, you weren’t too sure whether or not he’d remembered yours. You were really hoping he didn’t, and that he just happened to sit next to you by coincidence. You shifted your body slightly away from him, hoping to hide your face and forget about him as the lecture started.

—11:00 am—

As your lecture wrapped up, you quickly scrolled through your notes with a quiet smile, admiring how neat and organized you had made them before packing up your bag and leaving the hall. You did your best to leave as quickly as possible, still refusing to face Eunseok, and still hoping he didn’t recognize you.

You made it halfway up the lecture hall stairs until your heart dropped at the sound of your name, followed by none other than Eunseok, who had jogged up the stairs to catch up to you.

“Hey, I was meaning to talk to you,” he said as he walked up right beside you. “How are you?”

“Oh! Hey, Eunseok, right?” You reply, pretending like you hadn’t noticed him since the class started. You still can’t look at him straight on. Everything about this encounter was screaming awkward. “I didn’t know you’d remember me… I’m doing good.” You answered briefly.

He hummed and nodded while pushing the door open for the two of you to exit the hall. He took the opportunity to stand in front of you so you’d stop to look at him and talk.

Eunseok hesitated for a moment before deciding to speak. “I guess what I really meant was… how have you been after the break-up?”

You had no choice but to look at him directly now. It was surprising that you had to tilt your neck up quite a bit to meet his face. You knew he was taller than your ex, but standing right in front of him was different from the brief times you had met him before.

You sighed, this is exactly why you wanted to leave quickly. Why did he need to know?

“If you’re trying to gather some intel to pass onto him, I’ll have you know I’m actually really happy without him, and I’ve been doing great.” You turned on your heel to walk away from Eunseok, ready to leave the conversation. Before you could take another step forward, you felt his hand on your shoulder turn you back around. It was surprisingly gentle, but just enough to get you to face him again.

“No, no. I think you have the wrong idea,” he said as he immediately swiped his hand off your shoulder. He quickly ran a hand through his dark hair and wiped the sweat off his palms. “I’m actually… not really friends with him anymore.”

You didn't expect that. Your eyes widened before you could find the words to say anything. “Oh! Um… I’m… sorry to hear that.”

Eunseok let out a low chuckle. “It’s actually nothing to be sorry about… It turns out he really was a dick. He said some really nasty things about you after breaking up and didn’t even seem sorry that he treated you the way he did.”

You looked down, trying not to remember how awful your ex made you feel prior to the break-up.

Eunseok continued, “I started distancing myself from him over the summer. We didn’t really have that much in common anyways. He kept nagging me about having too many ‘useless’ games in my dorm which was really annoying.”

You felt some weight off your shoulder after hearing how he felt. You looked back up at him, meeting his big eyes that hid behind a pair of black rimmed classes. “That’s actually… a relief to hear. Thank you, Eunseok.”

He nodded, and you sat in an awkward silence for two beats before he decided to speak again. “Well, it’s cool to see you’re doing good. I guess I’ll be seeing you in class pretty regularly now, which is cool too.”

You smiled and waved goodbye as you headed out the door. “Yeah, I’ll see you next class, then.”

—Wednesday, 10:00 am—

You and Eunseok sat together in class again, but this time it felt a little different, and you didn’t feel the need to face away from him. In fact, you noticed he scooted his chair just an inch closer to you. Throughout class, as focused as you were, your professor seemed to fly through lecture slides faster than you could note them down. By the end of class, you still had the bulk of the material in your notes, but you failed to get everything you needed.

You tapped on Eunseok’s shoulder as he packed up his bag. “Hey, Eunseok. Did you happen to catch these sections of the lecture? I totally missed it” You said as you pointed at your screen.

You couldn’t help but smile at how his eyes squinted at your screen, despite already having glasses on. “Oh, yeah I’m pretty sure I got those. I can send them to you later today if you want.”

“That’d be great, thank you so much, Eunseok. You’re seriously my saviour!” You said as he handed you his phone to type in your number.

Eunseok thanked God that you looked away to start packing your own bag, otherwise you would’ve seen the blush creep up his face knowing that he had actually gotten your number.

—5:48 pm—

Eunseok

*Sent 4 images*

hey, hopefully i got everything you missed

You

yes this is perfect!! thankyouthankyouthankyou eunseok :)

Eunseok

no problem 👍🏻

Eunseok threw his phone onto his bed and paced his room, in disbelief that he just texted you, even though it was just class notes.

—Friday, 10:00 am—

The whole class groaned when your professor announced that you’d be having your first quiz on the upcoming Monday. You tapped on Eunseok and leaned in to whisper into his ear.

“Who the fuck would assign a quiz right after the first week of class?? This is genuinely criminal!” You whisper-shouted, however you also managed to catch a hint of his cologne. Something in your heart fluttered for a split second, but you were too pissed at your professor to acknowledge it any further.

Eunseok laughed at your comment and shrugged. As your professor started the lecture, you followed the same structure as the last time; intense note-taking and trying not to think about how Eunseok once again, scooted his chair another inch closer to you.

By the end of class, you scrolled through all your notes you had taken throughout the week and sighed. “There is no way I can study all of this before Monday. I still have work from other classes!” You whined as you sunk into your seat.

“Same here. I have a quiz for my other class on Monday too. I think I’m doomed, and it’s only the first week.” Eunseok added.

You suddenly turned to Eunseok. “Hey. What do you think about studying together? We can keep each other accountable and make sure we start off this term on a productive foot.”

Eunseok bit the inside of his cheek to hold back his smile. “Yeah, I’m cool with that.”

“Awesome, I’ll message you later.”

—9:21 pm—

You

how does saturday at 12:00 pm sound? i’ll be free the whole day!

Eunseok

12:00 is good, wanna meet at the cafe next to the library?

You

i love that place! i get coffee there almost every morning before class :) i’ll see you then~~

Eunseok

haha yeah i noticed

see you tmrw 👍🏻

—Saturday, 11:55 am—

You knew it was just a casual study session, but for some odd and inexplicable reason, you put a little more effort into your outfit, hair and makeup than you normally would. You arrived at the cafe slightly early, hoping to grab one of the good tables before Eunseok arrived, only to find him already sitting at one, waiting for you with two cups of iced coffee.

“You’re a little early.” Eunseok teased with a smile.

“Oh, I’m early? How about you, then?” You teased back before directing your attention to the coffee he got for you, which happened to be a flavour you really liked. “Plus, you’ve already gotten drinks? Aw thank you, that’s so sweet of you.” You said as you took a seat in front of him.

“It’s nothing, and I think we both need it considering how much material we need to get through before Monday.”

You nodded, finally taking the time to properly look at what Eunseok looked like today. He wore a washed blue hoodie with a black puffer vest on top, followed by a different pair of black rimmed glasses than the ones he usually wore during class. You couldn’t help but catch another hint of his cologne, and this time you couldn’t ignore how your heart fluttered again. Eunseok looked attractive, there was no denying that.

He must have caught you staring for a bit too long, because he sunk down to meet your eyes with furrowed eyebrows, and you suddenly snapped out of it. “You good?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine. I’m just thinking about how much stuff I need to get through,” you lied. “I don’t even know where to start.”

“Well, let’s start reviewing for our class first. If we get through all of this together, then we can start working on our other classes.” He said as he started pulling up the tabs to his notes.

“And by the way,” he added without even looking up from his screen. “You look really good today.”

You couldn’t fight back your smile even if you tried. “Thanks… you do too.”

—1:57 pm—

“So I think instead of B, the answer is actually A because—”

Your focus suddenly got taken away by the loud sound of your stomach growling. How embarrassing. You had been so focused on studying with Eunseok that you forgot to eat lunch. You buried your face into your arms trying to hide from his inevitable laughter.

“You must be hungry. Sorry I forgot to ask if you had eaten lunch yet.” He said as you looked up at him from your arms. His smile was warm, and somehow you didn’t feel so ashamed anymore. “Stay right here for me, I’ll go grab you something.”

After a few minutes, he came back to your table with a fancy sandwich, loaded with everything you needed to energize yourself again.

“Wow, seriously thank you, Eunseok. I didn’t even realize how hungry I was.” You said as you took the first bite.

“Any time. Take as long as you need to eat before we get back to studying. Right now is a good time for a little break anyways.”

You couldn’t resist smiling at his patience and kind actions. There was something so comfortable about his presence and his groundedness.

You and Eunseok spent the rest of the time powering through class material. You admired how easy it was to stay focused with Eunseok more than anyone else you had studied with before. He didn’t leave much room for casual conversation, and you didn’t bother trying to, because you both knew how much work needed to be done before you let yourselves relax. This was honestly just what you imagined when you told yourself you’d be focused and diligent this year. You just didn’t know it would include your ex’s friend… or your ex’s ex friend, actually.

—7:53 pm—

The sky had turned a dark blue outside. You and Eunseok agreed it was about time to start wrapping up. He insisted on walking you back to your dorm because it was cold and dark, but if he was being truthful, he just wanted to spend more time with you.

“God, why is it so cold all of a sudden? My fingers feel frozen.” You complained as you stopped walking and felt your hands.

Eunseok took this opportunity to reach for them, bringing it up and cupping them with his own larger hands. You heart instantly started beating faster. His hands were so much warmer, and so much bigger than yours.

“Damn, you weren’t kidding. Your hands are cold.”

You looked down at his hands, then up at him with glossy eyes and rosy cheeks from the cold. Eunseok’s breath caught at the sight of your face, his eyes flickered to your perfectly pink-stained lips, then back to your eyes. You broke the moment of silence.

“Are you gonna keep your hands like this?”

He shrugged. “Only if you want me to.”

You thought for a moment. “Sure, but let’s keep walking.”

The rest of the walk to your dorm consisted of making up for the casual conversations you didn’t have while studying. He talked about his little brother, his dog, and you gave some insight into your life as well. You found out he likes a lot of the same games that you grew up playing as a kid, and that he too, had a massive anime phase back in 2020. It turned out you had more in common with Eunseok than you did with your ex, as weird as that was to admit to yourself.

“So why were you even friends with him in the first place if you barely shared the same interests?” You questioned.

“I don’t know, during our first year we sort of made friends with anyone. He just happened to make his way into the friend group.” He answered. He shot his head down to look at you. “I could ask you the same thing. Why were you with him for over a year if you didn’t have that much in common?”

You looked up at the darkening sky and sighed. It had been a while since you talked about your ex like this. “I guess… he treated me well at first. We had good moments in the first half of the relationship but… it came to a point where the good moments were good, but the bad moments were… really really bad.”

Eunseok looked at you with worried eyes. He knew how badly your ex spoke about you after the break-up. He knew you didn’t deserve to be treated the way you were, which was a big reason why he cut ties with him. “Do you mind if I ask… what kind of bad moments?”

You laughed at the thought. It had been long enough since the break-up to become something you were able to joke about now. “Well, he was terrible whenever it came to any kind of disagreement. His stubbornness is seriously comparable to a 5-year-old, except sometimes it got scarily aggressive. Whenever I got on his nerves, he would nearly blow up at me. Not to mention his—”

You cut yourself off before you let it slip out. Eunseok probably didn’t want to hear about your extremely mediocre sex life with your ex.

“His what? You’re buffering.”

“Nevermind. I don’t think you want to hear it.” You said as you looked up at Eunseok, and he looked back at you.

“Try me. Is it bad or something?”

“Well yeah, I guess. It’s just… his sex game was bad. He was painfully mediocre in bed.”

Eunseok choked a little at your words and coughed it out. “Oh… I see. That’s… definitely a dealbreaker, yeah.”

“Yeah. So that’s why I decided to call it off before the summer. That and a bunch of other things, but it’s all in the past now.”

He smiled, respecting how mature you were about it. “Well… that’s good. Again, I’m really glad to see you’re doing well. You’re seriously better off without that dickhead.” He said, secretly thinking that you’d actually be better off dating someone else, someone like himself. You eventually made it to your dorm and turned to Eunseok, who was already looking at you.

“Thank you for walking me back… and for getting me lunch. And the coffee. And for studying with me. And for keeping my hands warm.” You blushed. Eunseok chuckled at how cute you were.

“It’s not a problem at all. I had a lot of fun, and we work well together…” he trailed on, scratching his head. “Class work, I mean. We got a lot of class work done today.”

You nodded. “Maybe we can make study sessions a regular thing this semester if you want? We can help each other stay productive.”

Eunseok felt like he had won the lottery. “Yeah, I’d really like that,” he answered, trying to stay cool. “I guess I’ll see you in class on Monday?”

“See you Monday, Eunseok!”

—2 months later—

Throughout the course of two months, your unlikely bond with Eunseok only seemed to strengthen. Not only did you sit together with your chairs nearly touching during class, but your Saturday study sessions would sometimes be the highlight of your entire week. Eunseok quickly became one of your closest friends, and you’d occasionally invite him when you met up with your other friends. They all started to tease you about how close the two of you were, wondering when he was finally going to ask you on a proper date. You always brushed it off, saying it wasn’t a big deal and that you enjoyed being single anyways, but deep down, you couldn’t help but feel the anticipation eating away at you every time Eunseok’s eyes lingered on you for a little too long, or when he’d grab your hand to warm them up with his own. Why hadn’t he asked you out yet? Did he think of you as just a friend? Whatever it was, you were too afraid to ask him yourself.

On Eunseok’s side of things, he made sure to keep his usual stone-cold front at all times, or at least most of the time. You were the one thing testing his ability to stay cool. He already knew that you noticed when he stared at you during study sessions. He already saw how red your cheeks would get every time he cupped your cold hands into his warm ones. He wanted nothing more than to take the next step with you, but he couldn’t figure out how you felt about becoming more than friends. You were doing great for yourself right now being single, so who was he to step in and change that? Anticipation was also eating at him from the inside out.

After Friday class, you walked out of the lecture hall with Eunseok as usual. You decided to instigate about the long weekend that was coming up. You hoped he would take this chance to finally ask you out.

“You have any plans for the long weekend? It’s the first one of the semester, I’m so excited to finally have some time off.” You beamed, eager to hear how he’d respond.

“Hmm, not really. Schools been so busy I literally forgot we had a long weekend coming up.” He answered bluntly, adding nothing further.

Your smile faded slightly. Your little plan failed. This man was seriously a rock you couldn’t move. Maybe Eunseok noticed your slight change in mood, because he spoke up again.

“Do you wanna hang out over the long weekend?”

He was getting closer to where you wanted him, but not quite there yet.

“Eunseok, we hang out every other day, AND on the weekend. I’m down to hang out but… maybe something more special?”

Almost as if someone flipped the light switch in his brain, he thought he understood what you were alluding to. There was only one way to find out for sure.

“Can I… take you out on a date then?”

There it was. You looked up at him with the smile that's been making his heart turn for the past two months.

“I thought you’d never ask. Yes, I’d love that.”

Your smile was contagious enough to spread onto him as well. He felt dumb for not asking you before, overcomplicating the things in his mind.

“It’s a date then. I’ll message you with details later.”

—8:26 pm—

Eunseok spent hours into the evening debating on where to take you and how he wanted the date to go. He knew he didn’t want to mess this up. You, on the other hand, spent hours waiting in anticipation for a text from him.

Eunseok

i’ll pick you up from your dorm on sunday at 6:00 pm?

and feel free to dress nicely :)

You

that’s perfect!

dress nicely? 👀👀 interesting…

Eunseok

yup, that’s all you need to know 👍🏻

see you sunday, pretty

Seeing the last word of his text almost made you silently scream into your pillow. Why was this man having such an affect on you? You shot out of bed and quickly started rummaging through your closet for something to wear on your first date with Eunseok.

—Sunday, 6:00 pm—

Like clockwork, you heard a knock on your door at 6:00 pm. You quickly sprayed some perfume, put on your favorite pair of heeled boots and grabbed your purse before opening the door. There he was, standing in a perfectly fitted black dress shirt and pants that made his tall and lean figure look even better than it already did. He even opted to take off his glasses for today. In his hands he held a small but gorgeous bouquet of flowers wrapped in brown paper. You wondered if he had arranged the flowers himself. Eunseok had to take a moment to admire how you looked as well. You definitely took “dress nicely” to heart, opting for a short black and white lacey dress that showed off the perfect amount of skin, and hugged your waist just right. Everything from your hair, to your makeup and dress was perfect. He didn’t even realize his jaw had slightly dropped at the sight of you. Eunseok spoke first.

“You look… so beautiful.” He said with his whole heart.

You feel your ears go warm at his compliment. “I think you look incredibly handsome as well, Eunseok. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you without your glasses.”

He felt a little worried that you might not like how he looked without his glasses. “Do you like it better with or without?”

“I think you look perfect both ways.” You said, reaching for his hand and holding the bouquet. “These flowers are so lovely too. Did you wrap these yourself?” You asked, looking back up at him. He smiled and nodded.

“It took me a while but I think they turned out good.” He answered.

You smiled at him sweetly before reaching up to your tippy toes to give him a quick peck on the cheek. Eunseok froze in his place, trying to process what you just did while you quickly walked away to place the flowers in a jar with water before heading out for your date. Eunseok proceeded to make his first move of the night, reaching out to hold your hand, interlocking his longer fingers with yours. You could tell this date was going to be amazing.

He took you to a gorgeous restaurant where the price of the food on the menu made you raise an eyebrow. Eunseok insisted that he wanted to pay for everything for you tonight. Your ex had never taken you out to places like this, nor did he offer to pay for your meals, so being treated like this felt so new.

“Are you sure, Eunseok? Can I at least buy us dessert after dinner?” You questioned.

He chuckled at your effort to make things even with him. “I’m 100% sure, gorgeous, and no you can’t. You deserve all of this. You’ve been studying so hard lately, it’s only fair.”

You bit back a smile at the new nickname. You have been working hard, but so has he. You silently started thinking of other ways you could repay him for everything he’s done for you.

Dinner and dessert went by in a flash, all due to how easy it was to slip into conversations with Eunseok. A lot of the time, he would just give you the space to talk so passionately about whatever topic you wanted. He would laugh at your jokes and add onto them to make them even funnier. He’d think of good questions relevant to the topic, and he would answer anything you asked him, but his biggest strength was really listening to you. Fortunately for him, you found that extremely attractive.

As you left the restaurant he reached to hold your hand again. He didn’t want the date to end, and neither did you. The two of you agreed to explore the shops in the area a bit before heading back to the campus dorms. You walked into random stores, pointed out pretty lights on the streets, and listened to a local jazz band performing on the street. Being with Eunseok, time flew by so quickly that it had only felt like minutes before all the shops started to close. It was nearly 10 pm. There was nothing much else to do than head home.

Eunseok held your hand the entire time. There was something so perfect about the way his hand fit in yours that he never wanted to let go. Not even when he was approaching your dorm.

Once you walked up to your door, you turned around to look up and face him.

“I had so much fun tonight, Eunseok. You’re honestly one of my favourite people to be around.” You say, taking a small step closer to him and placing a hand on his upper arm. It was solid, toned, just what you were expecting from someone like him.

Eunseok licked his lips, trying to find the words to say before responding. “You’re… just perfect. In every way.” He said as he brought his hand up to gently brush your hair out of your face, letting his palm rest on your cheek. You melted into his touch, the butterflies in your heart feeling more intense than ever. Eunseok took another step closer, his body nearly pressed against yours. He knew he wanted to kiss you tonight. He felt like he was about to explode if he didn’t take this chance.

He slowly leaned down and gently brushed his lips against yours. You moved in closer, kissing him back as you gently squeezed your hand around his upper arm. Eunseok pressed his lips deeper against yours, one hand cupping your face while the other trailed down your waist, gripping it firmly. You sighed into the kiss, allowing his tongue to slip into your mouth easily. What began as a gentle and tender kiss turned into something messy as you slowly worked your tongue around his. You tilted your head to the side, kissing him even deeper while Eunseok moved his hand from your waist to your ass, gently squeezing one side until you let out a quiet moan into his mouth.

“Fuck, I’ve been waiting for this.” Eunseok breathlessly added between kisses.

You continued rubbing your tongue against his as your hands found their way to Eunseok’s hair, giving it a gentle tug. He groaned into your touch and you started to feel a warmth in your core that you hadn’t felt in forever. He kept squeezing your ass with his hand. The kiss was turning into something sloppy and lewd. A little bit too much, considering you hadn’t even stepped inside your dorm yet, which was probably your biggest mistake.

You and Eunseok jumped at the sudden sound of a door opening. He immediately took a step back to see a group of girls leave out the door right next to yours. They each took a quick glance at the two of you standing outside your door before they left in the opposite direction, but that was enough to break the moment.

“Um… I guess I’ll see you in class?” Eunseok awkwardly mumbled. He suddenly found it extremely difficult to look you in the eyes.

You were not much better. You were trying to look anywhere but his face, but in doing so, you couldn’t help but notice the very prominent tent that was growing in Eunseok’s pants. You immediately looked away. “Yeah! Yeah. I’ll see you in class, Eunseok… Have a good night!”

“Goodnight.”

And just like that, he quickly paced off while you unlocked the door to your room. Even as you were getting ready for bed, your mind was completely elsewhere. You felt so stupid for not going inside first before kissing him. You thought about what could’ve happened if you had let him into your room. You laid in bed wide awake for at least an hour, thinking about how badly you messed up.

—12:15 am—

You eventually fell into a light sleep until you heard a pile of notifications come from your phone.

Ex

you fuxcking bitch

i saw you hhnging out w with eunseok

everybodt has been seeinh you with him

i knrw you were nothing but an attention whore

imm gonna fuck him up thr nexzt time i see him

you think that fuckrer is better than me???

fuck you

youre nothing

youre not grtting away with this

…

Tears started clouding your vision, and your screen started to blur as messages kept pouring in from your ex, getting progressively more hostile. You knew he was drunk texting you, but what worried you most was that he called out Eunseok. The last thing you wanted was for him to get mixed up in something. The mere thought of him getting hurt was enough to put you in tears. He didn’t deserve to be hurt because of you. Eunseok held such a special place in your heart. The genuine interest he showed in you as a person was just so pure and real. You would be lying if you said you hadn’t fallen deeply in love with him, yet he wasn’t even your boyfriend.

You felt the strong need to call Eunseok to tell him what your ex was doing. There was no telling what he might do if he found Eunseok. You just hoped he would pick up. Tears streamed down your face as you tried to call his number.

“Hello?” His voice was deep and sleepy.

You sighed out of relief that he picked up. “Eunseok? Eunseok, it’s me. I’m getting a bunch of drunk texts from him,” you managed to say between sobs, trying to put your words together. “He saw us together and now he’s… he’s really threatening to hurt you and I’m really scared.”

Your voice was shaking and that was enough for Eunseok to jump out of bed. There was no way this asshole was making you cry.

“Shhhh hey there princess, it’s okay. I’m fine. I’m coming over right now. I’ll be there in 10 minutes okay? Hang tight for me.”

Before you could say another word, he hung up on you. Even through tears, your heart skipped a beat when he called you princess. Your crying started to die down, but your ex’s messages kept coming in.

—12:35 am—

Just as he said, you heard a knock on your door within 10 minutes. When you opened the door, you were greeted with Eunseok. His hair was tousled and he breathed heavily, probably from rushing over to you. He was now in his pajama pants, a black tank top, a zip-up hoodie, and wearing his glasses again. You noticed the contrast between his date night outfit and now, yet he still looked incredibly handsome. He wasted no time walking into your dorm and pulling you into a warm hug as you immediately melted into his arms.

“Don’t worry, I’m right here.” He said as he gently patted your hair. He didn’t move, all he did was hold you for as long as you wanted. His presence was all you needed. Being in his arms felt so safe. The fact that he showed up just for you brought tears back into your eyes. You hid your face into his chest to soften your cries, but Eunseok was quick to notice. He pulled away just enough to see your face, bringing his hand up to your cheek again. He wiped off your tears with his thumb and admired how pretty you looked even when you cried. You were also in your pajama shorts and baggy shirt at this point, far from how you looked during your date.

“Don’t look at me like that… it’s embarrassing.” You said as you turned your head away from him.

“Still… so gorgeous. You’re always gorgeous, princess.”

You gently hit his shoulder before leading him to the edge of your bed, where you both sat down.

“Show me what this asshole has been sending you.”

He scrolled through the flood of texts from your drunk ex. Some messages were incoherent, but most of them went along the lines of threatening to beat the shit out of Eunseok.

“I’m scared he’ll seriously try to hurt you the next time he sees you… and I hate that it’s all because of me.”

Eunseok’s thumb moved around your phone until he found the “Block Caller” option. He didn’t hesitate to press it immediately.

“Simple solution, princess. I don’t really care what he tries to do to me. And it’s not because of you. It’s because I used to be friends with this piece of shit. I’ll fight this guy back if he really wants me to.”

Eunseok turned off your phone and put it on your nightstand.

“He’s not gonna stop me from being with my dream girl.” He said, staring into your glossy eyes as his hand once again cupped your face.

“You really mean that?”

“I mean it.” He nodded, hesitating for a second. “I think… I think I’m in love with you.”

Your smile reached from one ear to the other as you began to kiss his hand that cupped your cheek.

“I think I’m in love with you too. I never thought it could come so easily, but I want to be with you more than anything.”

He leaned in slightly before pausing for a moment. “I really want to kiss you again.”

You giggled and nodded as you moved closer to Eunseok. You reached your hand out to hold the side of his neck, but before your lips could meet his, you gently removed his glasses off of his face with your other hand, placing them on the nightstand with your phone. He stared at you lovingly with big eyes, finally ready to kiss your soft lips again. His lips softly pressed against yours, his hand still on your cheek. He gently tilted your head and deepened the kiss. The quiet sound of your lips moving together started filling the room. With his lips still glued to yours, Eunseok brought his hand to your thigh and guided you into his lap, straddling his thighs. You placed your hands on his shoulders for stability as he pushed his lips against yours a little harder. His hands travelled from your waist down, feeling your body until his hands landed on your ass again. He squeezed them, harder than he did the last time which made you moan into his mouth. He immediately slid his tongue into your mouth, and you eagerly accepted it, moving your tongue against his, tasting him with a deeper lust than your previous kiss.

Eunseok traced his hands down to your thighs where his fingers snuck underneath your pajama shorts, then back up to hold your bare ass. He fondled them before pulling you right up against him, your bodies pressed together now. You could feel his growing erection right against your warm core. You rolled your hips against his, trying to relieve the tension between your legs. Eunseok quietly moaned into the kiss, using his hands on your ass to shift you back and forth over his clothed cock. You found it hard to control your voice at this point, moaning at the pressure of your hips rubbing together.

“Fuck, yeah that feels so good.” He whispered.

One of his hands left your ass and went straight to your breasts, cupping one with his hand and fondling it. You moaned into his touch, eager for more. You lifted your shirt over your head, taking it off to expose your bare chest at him. He wasted no time in attaching his lips onto one of your nipples, sucking and swirling his tongue around it making you whine at the pleasure. Eunseok used his fingers to pinch and rub your other nipple before switching sides, leaving a mess of saliva all over your chest. He did this while still grinding your hips together, and you felt like you could cum from just this, but you didn’t want to yet. You still had to reward Eunseok for everything he’s done for you.

You pull away from him and guide him to lay back on your bed properly, giving him a sweet kiss before letting yourself travel down his torso, stopping at his waist. He quickly took off his zip-up hoodie and threw it to the side, followed by his tank top, revealing his tall lean figure and perfectly toned arms. Damn, you really won with him.

“What are you doing, baby?” He asked as he propped himself onto his elbows, fully knowing what you were going to do.

“I still need to thank you for everything you’ve done for me… wanna reward you… wanna make you feel good.” You said as you palmed his clothed erection and started stroking him through his pants.

He groaned at your touch, bringing his hands down to pull down his pants along with his boxers.

“Fuck, go ahead baby. Make me feel good.” He said as his painfully hard cock hit his stomach and sprung out of his boxers. He kicked his clothes onto the floor. He was long and perfectly thick enough for your preference. The sight of his pretty cock had your mouth watering, eager to taste him.

“So pretty, Eunseok… so perfect for me.” You kept your eyes on him as you sank down, sticking out your tongue and licking up the bead of precum leaking from his tip before swirling your tongue around his head.

Eunseok’s hips jerked at the feeling of your mouth. You gathered spit in your mouth and let it drip onto his cock. You used your hand to stroke it around his entire length, getting it wet for your mouth.

“God, fuck yes.” He said breathlessly.

After stroking him a few times with your hand, you replaced your hand with your mouth, wasting no time taking as much of his cock as you could into your mouth. Your lips wrapped around his length as you started moving back and forth on him, fitting as much of his cock as you could handle.

“Oh fuck yeah, suck my cock,” He said as he moved the hair out of your face and pulled your hair into a ponytail. “So perfect for me… so gorgeous.”

You hummed as you bobbed your head up and down his length, licking and sucking at his head while a combination of his precum and your saliva made a mess on his cock. Eunseok threw his head back at the feeling of your hot mouth. You somehow knew exactly how to get him close, but it still wasn’t enough for him. He wanted to ruin your mouth.

He suddenly pulled you off, leaving a string of spit trailing from his cock to your mouth. He shifted his position until he stood on his knees, repositioning you to kneel right in front of him. He looked down at you with lust in his eyes as he held your face in his hands again, your lips glossy and swollen from sucking him off.

“Are you gonna let me use your pretty mouth?” He asked as he pressed a thumb against your lips.

You immediately took it into your mouth, swirling your tongue around his thumb while nodding eagerly. “Yes, please. I’m all yours.”

He swore under his breath. “Tell me if it’s too much, okay, baby?” He slowly slid his cock back into your mouth and started thrusting his hips softly. He gradually started picking up speed, pushing his cock deeper down your mouth until his tip hit the back of your throat. It took everything in you to not gag around his length. You wanted be so good for him, you wanted him to fuck your throat until he came. Eunseok groaned as he thrust into your mouth fast and deep, feeling himself get close.

“Ugh, fuck your mouth is so good,” he managed to say between thrusts. “I’m close, baby. Where do you want my cum?”

He pulled you off quickly to answer, “I want it in my mouth, pleaseplease Eunseok—”

Your words got cut off by Eunseok stuffing your mouth full of his cock again, resuming his thrusts at a messy pace, desperate to cum inside your hot mouth. All you could do was kneel there and take whatever he was giving you. He thrusted one more time before cum started spilling out of his cock, painting the inside of your mouth white. You gladly swallowed everything he gave you, milking his cock until he pulled away. You opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue, proud to show him that you drank down all of his cum.

“Holy shit, baby. You’re so fucking good for me.” He groaned as he slapped his cock against your tongue, taking in how beautiful you looked kneeling down for him like this.

He lowered down to meet his lips on yours, tasting the remains of his cum from your mouth before gently pushing you back to lay down. Eunseok’s hands travelled down your body again before hooking his fingers into your shorts, slowly pulling them down along with your panties. You felt the air hit your bare pussy, suddenly becoming painfully aware of just how wet you were. Eunseok watched as a string of slick stretched from your panties to your wet cunt, his eyes widening at the mess you had made in your shorts.

He pulled the clothes off your feet, leaving you completely naked for him. You closed your legs and turned your head away from him, suddenly feeling self-conscious of your body. He slotted a hand between your knees to stop you from shutting your legs from him.

“Don’t be shy, princess. It’s just you and me. And you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.” He said as he spread your legs wide open for him to look at. Your cunt was dripping wet onto your bedsheets, your needy hole clenched around nothing, waiting to be touched.

“Fuck, your pussy is soaking wet for me, huh?” Eunseok smirked, suddenly reminded of when you told him about your “painfully mediocre” sex experiences with your ex.

“Did he ever make you this fucking wet?” He asked, bringing his fingers down to spread your wetness all around your pussy. You moaned loudly at his touch and gasped when he started gathering your slick with his fingers to gently rub your clit.

“Fuck! Never! He never made me this wet.” You said, trying to grind your hips into his fingers for more.

Eunseok pulled away and brought his slick-coated fingers up to his mouth, licking them clean. “Mmmh, tastes so good too. He ever eat you out?” He asked. You tasted so sweet, he immediately knew he needed more.

“N-no… he said he wasn’t into that kind of stuff…”

“No fucking way,” Eunseok scoffed. “You dated a fucking coward, then.”

He guided you to sit up as he laid back down onto your bed. You looked at him, confused as to what he wanted you to do.

“Come here, princess. Sit on my face.”

You weren’t sure how to react. “A-are you sure, Eunseok? I don’t know, I’ve never done that before…”

“Trust me. You said you wanted to reward me right? This counts as one.” He urged, reaching his hand out for you to hold. You nodded eagerly, crawling closer to him.

“Good girl, come here and sit on my face.”

You swung your leg around him, your knees on both sides of his face. He immediately used both his hands to grab your ass, pulling you down just to where you could feel his hot breath under your soaked cunt. He wasted no time swiping the tip of his tongue up your slit, dragging it up to your clit and circling around your sensitive bud.

You cried out at the new sensation, involuntarily jerking your hips, but his firm grip kept you grounded. He pulled you even closer to him, forcing you to sit all your weight onto his mouth. He continued deeper, flattening his tongue against you, licking and sucking at your pussy as if it was his last meal.

“Oh my fucking God, Eunseok!” You moaned loudly, seeking leverage by holding your headboard as Eunseok turned you into a mess.

“Mmh, tastes so sweet.” He mumbled beneath you.

He continued making out with your pussy, sucking at your clit and using the tip of his tongue to stick it in and out of your tight, needy hole. You felt the tip of his nose bump into your clit with every thrust of his tongue, causing your legs to go weak. It felt too good. Your hips began to grind against his face, a knot beginning to form in your stomach.

“Fuck fuck—Eunseok, I’m getting close.” You whined, moving your hands from your headboard into his hair, giving it a tug while you continued to ride his tongue.

“Use my face, princess, wanna feel you cum all over my tongue.” He mumbled, words almost drowned out by the wetness of your cunt.

His tongue made its way back up to your clit where he circled the sensitive bud a few more times until you felt yourself release all over him.

You came hard as you kept grinding on him, only able to repeat profanities and his name as he helped you ride out your high. He drank up all of your cum and licked your pussy clean until you were too sensitive to take any more.

Once you climbed off his face, you laid down beside him out of breath and weak after what was your first orgasm in months. Eunseok turned to face you, wrapping an arm around your waist as he pulled you close to him. You turned your head to look at him, noticing how his bottom half of his face was wet with your essence. He licked his lips and wiped off the mess on his chin before bringing you in for a kiss. The way his soft lips expertly moved against yours was enough to get you needy again. It didn’t help that you could taste yourself on his tongue.

Eunseok pulled away and pressed his forehead against yours. “You okay, baby? Do you wanna stop here?” He asked softly.

You needed more of him. You wanted his cock so badly. You looked down, noticing that it was standing straight and rock hard again after eating you out. Your hand reached down and palmed his cock. He hissed at the sudden contact.

“Don’t wanna stop… need you to fuck me so bad, Eunseok… please.”

That was all he wanted and needed to hear. He lifted himself off and caged you in with his arms, towering over you.

“Oh, you need me?” He said with a smirk. “Fuck… I’m gonna take care of you princess. I’ll fuck you real good.” He brought a hand down to your pussy, his fingers rubbing around your slit and your folds. A groan escaped his lips at how wet you were.

“Holy shit, you’re all wet for me again,” he said as he easily slid two fingers into your tight hole. “Such a perfect pussy.”

He started slowly pumping his finger in and out of you, drawing out your moans and whimpers. You could barely wait any longer, and he could tell you didn’t even need any more prep. You moaned at the feeling of his fingers pulling out, then watched him as he brought them up to his tongue, cleaning off his fingers. Eunseok hooked his hands under your legs, spreading them wide and stretching your legs up until your ankles rested on his shoulders.

Oh, he was gonna fuck you so deep. You already knew. He grabbed his cock with his hand and brought it to your dripping cunt, using his length to spread your wetness around, poking at your hole and your clit. You whined when he started slapping your pussy with his cock repeatedly, teasing you until you couldn’t take it anymore.

“You want it, baby?” He asked with a steady demeanor despite feeling as though his heart was burning.

“Please fuck me, I need your cock inside me, please Eunseok—”

Your words got cut off as he pushed into your wet cunt in one motion. You moaned loud at the feeling of finally being stretched and stuffed full. He bottomed out, letting out a deep groan and burying his head in your neck. He stayed there for a moment before he started moving again, pulling out nearly all the way and slamming his hips into yours again. He was fucking you slowly, but every stroke hit you so deep and hard.

“F-fuck your pussys so wet,” he hissed. “Sucking me in so good, baby.”

He started picking up speed, pounding in and out of you faster yet still filling you up so deep. Your moans were uncontrollable at this point, every stroke of his hips making you whine out loud.

“So big Eunseok—fuck! So deep!” You choked out.

“Yeah? I’m deep in your pussy, huh?” He rasped, speeding up even more. “Oh fuck, take it, take every fucking inch.”

All you could do was take it, nearly turning into a sobbing mess as you felt another orgasm approaching. The sound of your hips slamming together filled the room, and you could hear how wet your pussy was while he fucked you. You were so soaked that his cock was sliding in and out of you so easily. You never been fucked this good before. Sex had never felt like this before Eunseok. The position he had you in was getting him so deep.

He looked at you with his big eyes before crashing his lips into yours, kissing you deep while his tongue played with yours, muffling your moans. Your walls clenched around his cock, sucking him in even deeper until he started hitting a spot that made you see stars.

“Yes, right there! Don’t stop!” You cried out.

Eunseok looked down, watching his cock pump into you again and again. At the base of his cock was a white ring of your essence.

“Holy fuck, you’re creaming around me? You’re unbelieveable.”

He continued pounding into you over and over again until you felt your orgasm coming in quick.

“Cumming! I’m cumming!” You whimpered, your back arching and your body locking up as your orgasm washed over you. Eunseok felt your pussy squeezing around his cock as you came, groaning loud at the added wetness as he fucked you through your orgasm until you relaxed again. He pulled out and took your legs off his shoulders before he could feel himself wanting to cum as well. You were too perfect. He needed one more.

“You can take another one for me right, princess?”

You nodded quickly despite still feeling the aftermath of your orgasm. “Yes! Please, give me more!”

“God, such a good girl,” he sighed. “How do you wanna take it?” He asked, leaving the choice up to you.

With all the strength you had left, you got up and urged Eunseok to lay down on the bed. You crawled on top of him, straddling his toned stomach with your ass rubbing up against his hard cock that was now covered in your wetness and cum.

“Wanna ride you so bad, Eunseok.” You whispered, grinding your pussy onto his abs.

Eunseok roughly grabbed both of your ass cheeks, spreading them and lifting you up until you were right above his cock. You slowly lowered yourself onto him, sliding down until his cock was buried in your warm cunt again. You gasped as you bottomed out, feeling the stretch of his cock for the second time. You started lifting and dropping yourself back onto his cock slowly, drawing out your own moans as Eunseok laid under you, groaning deep as his eyes fixated on how your wet pussy sucked him in. Your thighs burned with every lift of your hips, but you pushed yourself through the pain, wanting to be the one in charge of making him feel good.

“Fuck yeah, ride my cock. So pretty for me.” Eunseok groaned, watching you bounce up and down on his hard length.

You kept fucking youself onto his cock slowly, Eunseok’s grip on your ass helping to guide you. The feeling of his length dragging against your tight walls was so good, but you couldn’t find the strength to go any faster. Eventually your legs gave out, and you collapsed forwards, with your head resting on his chest.

“M-my legs… so tired. Want you so bad though…” You whined, wishing you could keep going.

He held your face with one hand, turning your head to look at him.

“My baby’s too tired?” His voice was soft, planting a sweet kiss on your lips. “Don’t worry, lemme do the work, got it?”

He wrapped one arm around your waist and gripped one side of your ass roughly with his other hand. He planted his feet onto your bed and wasted no time thrusting up into your pussy at a fast pace. Your breath hitched at the sudden change in speed, and your loud moans started slipping out from how deep and fast he was fucking up into you. His grip on your ass was so tight you knew it would leave a mark the next morning. He let go for just a moment before bringing it back down, landing a hard slap on your ass. You gasped as your pussy clenched around him. The initial pain turned into pleasure as he kept on fucking you deep. He gently smoothed his hand over your ass before gripping it again.

“Mmmh, spank me more Eunseok…” You whispered, almost ashamed to say it out loud.

“Oh yeah? You like that shit?” He asked with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.

You felt another slap on your ass, harder than the first one. Then another one, and then one more. Every spank he landed on you had you clenching around him and bringing you closer to another release. The sounds of your wet pussy getting fucked and the loud slap of his hand on your ass echoed around the room, loud enough for anyone next door to hear. All you could think about though, was how good Eunseok was pounding into you.

“You like it when I fuck you hard? God—I’m gonna cum soon, baby.” He groaned, his hips faltering in rhythm for a moment.

“Yes, yes! Fuck I love it so much! I’m so close—please cum inside me!” You cried, feeling the tip of his cock hit you just where you needed.

He looked unbelievable at that moment. His hair stuck to his forehead glistening in sweat, his cheeks flushed, and his jaw slightly agape. It was enough to get you even closer to your release, clenching around him again.

“Cum all over my cock, make a mess on it.” He ordered. His words were enough to send you over the edge, sobbing as you let yourself go and started creaming all over his cock.

Eunseok followed shortly after, filling you up to the brim as he spilled his load into your pussy with a deep moan. He rode out both of your highs, staying inside you as his cock pulsated until he got every drop of his cum out. He pulled out, watching his cum slowly drip out of your pussy and land on his stomach. Both of you were left breathless and weak.

He gently laid you down on your side, peppering your face with soft kisses before quickly getting up to grab tissues, cleaning himself off. He slipped on his boxers and pants before making his way to your washroom, coming back to you with a warm, damp towel.

“You okay, baby?” He asked, his voice laced with concern as he gently wiped down your whole body while you laid comfortably.

“Yeah, I’m good now. That was insane, Eunseok.” You answered with a smile.

He chuckled at your response. “I guess I can’t help myself with you.”

Eunseok helped you put your clothes back on one by one, thinking to himself how lucky he was to finally have you. He slipped back into bed right next to you, finally bringing you in close. He planted a kiss on your forehead and cupped your face with his hands.

He stared into your eyes. “Most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”

You playfully hit his chest again. He was still shirtless, but you didn’t mind the view at all.

“Well… You’d be the sexiest guy I’ve ever seen,” You teased with truth, tracing your finger over his lean and toned upper body. He laughed and instinctively covered his body with his arms. His abs flexed, feeling ticklish from your touch. You brought your hand up, now cupping Eunseok’s face with your smaller hand. You softly pecked both of his cheekbones, the ones that always popped out when he smiled big. Then you gave him a long and sweet kiss on his lips before pulling back to look at him. “Stay the night? Please? It's a long weekend tomorrow anyways, remember?”

He pulled you into a tight warm hug. “Of course, princess. We can spend Monday together as well. I’ve got nothing planned.”

You hummed against his body, feeling so safe and protected around Eunseok. You couldn’t believe how happy you felt with him, despite your one unfortunate mutual connection. Everything just felt right with him.

You felt your sleepiness taking over you, and by the looks of it, Eunseok was about to drift off to sleep as well. You thought about what the two of you could do on Monday before eventually passing out for the night.

You were completely right.

This year was going to be your year.

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[starlightkun]

⇢ word count: 4.1k ⇢ genre & warnings: long-lost childhood friends to lovers au, fluff, groomsman!sungchan & bridesmaid!reader, new year’s themed, sungchan is soooo whipped, honestly they’re both just absolutely smitten ⇢ synopsis: in which you agree to fill in last-minute as a bridesmaid at your coworker’s new year’s eve wedding, not expecting to be reunited with your childhood friend (and very first boyfriend) jung sungchan ⇢ extra info: this is part of my 2025 hallmark movie marathon, four short, unrelated fics starring sungchan all with cheesy hallmark christmas movie-esque premises. there’s no continuing plotline between fics in this series, they’re all standalone fics ⇢ author’s note: im lowkey obsessed w these two actually ⇢ 2025 hallmark movie marathon

“Come on, I’m not twelve anymore,” he chuckled breathily, picking up your hand and kissing your knuckles, then the inside of your wrist. “Have some faith in me that my flirting skills have grown up too.”

The reception hall was filled with tinsel, baubles, and buzzing wedding goers helping to set up for the rehearsal dinner. But you were looking for just one person. You finally spotted Jieun with her fiancé over by the empty drink tables. You gently grabbed her elbow as you walked up from behind her, “Jieun, hey.”

She spun around, a breathless smile coming to her face when she saw you. “Oh, Y/N, there you are. You remember my fiancé Minhyun.”

“Hey, good to see you,” he greeted you kindly. You had only met Minhyun at a couple work mixers—you liked him just fine, but you ostensibly hadn’t even known Jieun that long, so you were by no means close with her fiancé either. Honestly, the whirlwind of events that ended with you here at the ski resort that they had fully booked out for the occasion, all your expenses paid for, the day before New Year’s Eve, was still baffling to you.

“You too.” You nodded to him politely, then went back to your original mission, “Sooyoung told me to come get you, the makeup artist—”

“Minhyun, the chairs are all done!” Another man had approached the groom-to-be.

Minhyun clapped him on the back. “Perfect, thanks, Sungchan.”

An odd feeling pricked at the back of your mind, and you found yourself looking up at the tall man, entirely diverting your focus from your task. He was wearing most of a suit—notably missing the jacket and tie—and his shaggy, dark hair almost blended into his black dress shirt. You almost couldn’t place him, it had been quite a few years, his youthful features long gone, and you weren’t used to having to crane your neck to look up at him. Then the last piece fell into place: he moved away, to the very same city you just moved to. Of course he did.

“Jung Sungchan?” You still phrased it as a question, just in case.

“So that was you, Y/N,” he laughed and it sounded just like you remembered, and he immediately pulled you in for a quick hug. When you drew back, you were still holding each other by the arm, looking the other from head to toe in disbelief. He shook his head and chuckled, “Wow, you look the same.”

You smacked his arm lightheartedly. “Rude.”

“I didn’t mean it like—” Sungchan was cut off by another sudden giggle. “I meant even after all these years it’s still you.”

Jieun and Minhyun had been standing there watching the two of you silently, with matching bemused looks on their faces. Deciding to save your politely confused friends, you explained, “Sungchan and I went to school together for years when we were kids.”

“Then I moved up here,” Sungchan continued.

Jieun’s eyes widened, and she gasped in delight, “Oh my gosh! That’s so cute!”

“What are you doing here?” Sungchan asked you.

“Moved here a few months ago for work and now I’m a last-minute bridesmaid,” you gestured to Jieun at the end.

“Speaking of, I’m so sorry to cut your reunion short, but did you need me for something, Y/N?” Jieun asked you, the pained regret plain on her face.

“Right, yes, makeup artist.” You nodded hastily. Squeezing Sungchan’s forearm, you gave him a hurried goodbye as you started ushering Jieun away, “It was good to see you again, Sungchan. We’ll have to catch up later.”

“Totally, yeah…” Sungchan agreed, watching you go.

The wedding party were all milling around in the staging area outside of the hall where the actual rehearsal dinner was to be held when Sungchan found you again.

He sidled up next to you, suit jacket and tie on now, informing you, “We’re paired up.”

“Oh, good,” you breathed out a sigh of relief. “I feel a lot better doing this with someone I know.”

After a few too many beats of silence, you glanced up at Sungchan and realized he’d been staring down at you this whole time. You looked around awkwardly, “What? Is there something on my face?”

“No, you’re beautiful,” he reassured you. “I’m just… Wow, it’s been how long? Twelve years?”

“Sounds about right,” you confirmed. Skin prickling under his unwavering gaze, you looked around expectantly. “So what are we doing? The wedding planner explained it to me when I got here but I’ve gotten a lot of information in the past hour.”

“We’ll walk in third, just match my pace. Then when we get to the end, you go left, I’ll go right. Watch the other bridesmaids before you to see how fast to do it. Then you stand still while they say some stuff, then follow the other bridesmaids out. I’ll see you again back out here.”

“I think I can do that.”

“So how did you end up doing this?”

“I work with Jieun.”

“I meant why did you have to fill in at all?”

You looked around warily, eyes wide, and shook your head. Dropping your voice, you leaned in towards him to murmur, “Not here. Later.”

He nodded and quickly changed the subject, “So you work with Jieun?”

“Yeah, different departments but she set up my IT stuff on my first day and just never stopped coming by my desk. She’s been great. How do you know them?”

“Minhyun and I have been friends since college. Intramural soccer.”

“Oh, you still play?”

“I’m in an amateur league now. I coach at a youth league at the same complex too.”

“Really? What age?”

“Girls 6 and under this year. I’ve been with the same group since they were four, though.” He had a fond smile on his face as he held his hand at knee height palm-down. “My niece is one of my players.”

“Niece?!” You gawped. Sungchan’s little brother was two years your junior, which meant that if he had a daughter who was six…

Sungchan nodded his head with a resigned shrug, though he clearly seemed amused at your reaction. “Yeah, Bibi wasn’t planned. But Yoosung has really stepped up and done pretty good at the whole coparenting thing.”

“I can’t believe String Bean has a baby. I mean, in my head he’s still a baby!” You could only conjure up the image of the cute little boy who would attach himself to you whenever you went over to their house, which Sungchan always loudly complained about until their mother would finally intervene and get Yoosung to leave the two of you alone for an hour or two.

He fished out his phone to show you pictures of his family, particularly his brother and niece. “It’s been a while, Y/N. He’s grown up.”

“Oh my god…” You gasped, covering your mouth in shock upon seeing pictures of a young man who was definitely not your little String Bean anymore. “Aw, she looks just like him. Well, except her nose. She get that from her mom?”

“Yep.” Next was a group photo of the whole girls’ soccer team, Sungchan standing behind them with a huge, proud smile. “This was last year.”

“Look at that!” You zoomed in on Sungchan at the back, laughing as you took in the visor and whistle he was wearing, clipboard in his hand. “Got the clipboard and everything.”

“Hey, I didn’t get a ‘Best Coach Uncle’ mug for nothing.”

“Phones away, please!” The loud, annoyed voice of the wedding planner rang out through the staging area. Despite the general phrasing of her statement, her tone and eyes being laser-focused on Sungchan made it clear that it was for one specific person.

Sheepishly ducking his head, he turned his phone back off and tucked it away into his suit pocket again. You snickered and patted his chest. “Oops.”

“Ah, worth it.”

The doors to the reception area opened, and a hush fell over the wedding party. You squeezed Sungchan’s arm tighter nervously. He immediately flashed you a reassuring smile, patting your hand.

“It’s just practice,” he reminded you quietly. “I’ve got you.” The couples ahead of you began moving, and he nodded slightly, indicatively. “Let’s go,” he said, stepping forward as well.

You were pretty sure you blacked out until you saw the first pair ahead of you stop and split apart, taking their places on either end of the ‘aisle.’ Then, your attention was laser-focused on watching the second pair do the same thing, memorizing it because you were next. Stopping when Sungchan stopped, your nervous smile became genuine when he mouthed ‘see you soon’ before turning you around by the hand towards where the other two bridesmaids had lined up. You consciously controlled your pace to not run over to them while also not take too long, filing in third. While everyone’s gaze turned back to where the next couples were coming in, your eyes flitted over to the groomsmen, of course meeting Sungchan’s. He nodded just the tiniest bit, eyes blinking slowly, warmly.

By the time you were back in the staging area, your breathing had pretty much returned to normal. You were clustered up with the other bridesmaids, listening to them go over the details of the rehearsal again, when Sungchan found you as promised.

“Hey, good job.” He offered you a high-five.

You half-heartedly tapped your palm to his, still feeling a bit frazzled. “Thanks, Sungchan. Almost ate shit on my way out.”

“That wasn’t your fault!” Heejin, the bridesmaid who had been directly behind you when exiting, protested immediately. “The carpeting wasn’t stuck down properly there!”

“And it’s already fixed, so don’t sweat it,” Sooyoung, the maid-of-honor, reminded you from where she was straightening up stray pieces of hair for Heejin.

“Let’s eat!” Minhyun announced, ushering everyone into the main banquet hall.

The wedding party were all at one table, and after the obligatory speeches, the rest of the dinner was a casual affair of eating, drinking, dancing, and chatting. Once your plates and glasses were empty, you and Sungchan ended up on the edges of the dance floor.

“I don’t care for this at all, by the way.” You wagged your finger at him disapprovingly.

“What?” He chuckled and cocked his head in confusion.

“This whole ‘you being taller than me’ thing. It’s unnatural.”

He laughed and patted your head. “Oh, come on. We always knew it’d end up this way, you just hit your growth spurts first.”

“Don’t tell me String Bean is taller than me. I might just die.”

“I won’t tell you then.”

At the end of the night, Sungchan walked you back to your room (admittedly, his was just down the hall). Outside your door, he made a big show of glancing down one end of the hall, then the other conspiratorially. He stooped down to get closer to your height and dropped his voice to ask, “So, what happened?”

You lifted your chin up slightly, looking up at him in confusion, “Hm?”

“With the other bridesmaid that you’re replacing?”

“Oh, god, right,” you sighed, leaning back against your door. Sungchan followed you to not leave too much empty space, wedging his shoulder in between yours and the corner of the doorframe, rapt attention on you as you explained in a whisper, “She tried to make a pass at Minhyun right in front of Jieun.”

“Woah,” he breathed out, eyes comically wide. “Evil and stupid.”

“Stupid either way,” you scoffed. “Minhyun would’ve told Jieun even if she had tried it when Jieun wasn’t around. Just saved everyone time doing it in front of her.”

“Good point.”

“They’d already paid for her room and everything and it was too late to get a refund and there would’ve been odd numbers in the wedding party, so Jieun asked me to fill in.”

“I wasn’t paired up with her,” Sungchan hummed, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly. “The other bridesmaid. I asked your real partner to switch.”

“Well, thanks.” You patted his arm and let your hand linger there. “Like I said, I feel a lot better having you with me.”

“Do you want to eat breakfast together tomorrow?”

“I wish, but the bridal party are all doing brunch.”

“Of course, my bad.”

You arched an eyebrow. “Aren’t the groomsmen doing something with Minhyun?”

“Shit, yeah.” He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “Completely forgot.”

“Mm, before tomorrow gets crazy and I forget, can I get your number?” You requested, fishing your phone out of your clutch. “Don’t want to lose you again after this.”

“Of course.”

As he recited it, you typed in the digits into a new contact, then snorted halfway through as an old contact name popped up. “Wow. I apparently have never cleaned out my contacts when transferring my stuff to new phones. I still have you in here.” You turned your screen around to show him.

“That’s a lot of hearts,” he teased, his eyes crinkling.

Looking back down at the name, you laughed lightly, “Yeah…”

“I won’t hold you up anymore, we’ll both need all the sleep we can get before tomorrow.” Sungchan pushed off your door.

“It was really good seeing you again, Channie.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling the huge grin on your face as you did so. “Night.”

The years you had spent apart were even more apparent as Sungchan squeezed you tight with a strength he didn’t used to have, the firm planes of muscles that you could feel under his clothes and large, warm hands that rested on your back also new. He made a small, happy sound in the back of his throat, hugging you just a bit closer. “Night, Y/N.”

As you closed the door to your hotel room behind you, your cheeks hurt.

All of the bridesmaids were gathered in Jieun’s bridal suite for brunch, sprawled around the large canopy bed, plush couches, and armchairs in your fluffy hotel bathrobes. Jieun had specifically requested that the conversation stay away from the upcoming ceremony, or else she’d be too nervous to even eat.

“So, Y/N, I thought you said you didn’t know anybody here except Jieun,” Heejin nudged your knee with hers. She had been right next to you and Sungchan at the rehearsal dinner, it made sense that she might have noticed how well you got along for supposed strangers.

“That’s what I thought until I got here,” you chuckled, still a bit in disbelief. “Sungchan and I were friends when we were kids. We lost touch when he moved away.”

She grinned knowingly. “You were inseparable yesterday.”

“Oh, making up for lost time?” Sooyoung, the maid of honor, asked teasingly.

“I was paired up with him originally, you know? Then he asked if I would be okay switching so he could help you,” Ahrin gushed. She immediately went to reassure you and the rest of the circle, “I didn’t care, of course. He’s all yours, Y/N.”

Under all of their imploring gazes, you divulged, “Okay, so technically, he was my first boyfriend—”

“Knew it!” Heejin clapped victoriously.

“So cute!” Yeeun squealed.

“When we were like… twelve,” you clarified. “Literally all we did was hold hands for like, three months. Then he moved.”

“Aww!” “Oh my god!” “Cute!”

Jieun finally spoke up, leaning forward and pointing her fork at you. “And now you’re not twelve. So you can do a lot more than hold hands.”

You smiled down at your food. “Yeah…”

“Ooh, she’s thinking about it!” Sooyoung cheered.

“Do it!” “Get it!” “Hell yeah, girl!”

“Wait!” Heejin gasped and rounded on the bride. “He’s single, right, Jieun?”

“Like Ahrin said,” your friend grinned. “He’s all yours, Y/N.”

A knock on the bridal suite came ahead of the ceremony, and you rushed to go get it. That had been your assigned task for the afternoon—minding the door. Your hair and makeup was done first, and you were dressed first, so you were taking care of anybody who tried to come in while Jieun and the others got ready, sending away anybody unimportant, taking care of minor problems, or getting Sooyoung or the wedding planner to handle it. Keeping Jieun’s peace.

So far you had the photographer come in to take pictures of the bridal party getting ready, and someone from the wait staff come around with drinks. This time on the other side of the door was Sungchan, in his own groomsman suit looking quite put together.

“Oh, hey,” you greeted him quietly. “Everything okay with Minhyun?”

“Yeah, I uhm, I just wanted to see you,” he admitted brightly.

Looking over your shoulder into the suite, you saw the other bridesmaids occupied with getting their makeup done, putting the finishing touches on their hair, and chatting. Everything looked fine for now. You stepped into the hall with him, quietly closing the door behind you.

“You’re so beautiful.”

“Oh, thanks.” You looked down at the dress you were wearing. “The designer that made the other bridesmaids dresses from was nice enough to let me exchange when she found out I was filling in. Thankfully, they had this in the same color as the others…”

“It looks really good on you.”

You traced the edge of his lapel. “Suit looks weird on you, Channie.”

“Weird?”

“Yeah, it actually fits,” you teased.

“Oh, your aunt’s wedding?” He laughed. “My mom wanted me to be able to grow into that suit, and then I never wore it again.”

With a smile, you adjusted a piece of his hair. “You look great. I can’t wait to walk with you.”

“We’ll be the second-best looking couple out there,” he affirmed with a wink.

“Sungchan!” A man called his name from the end of the hall, and you spotted another one of the groomsmen speedwalking over to you two. “There you are, man. Come on, photographer’s starting with us.”

“Did you sneak away?” You snickered.

Sungchan started, “Well—”

“Yeah, got dressed in record time and disappeared,” the groomsman shook his head. “You look great, by the way, Y/N. He’ll see you later.”

He grabbed Sungchan’s arm and started taking him away. Sungchan waved to you, “See you soon!”

The music inside was bleeding out to the balcony where you had momentarily stepped out from the reception, Sungchan of course in tow. His suit jacket was draped across your shoulders to block out some of the crisp air, and you let out a content sigh as you looked out at the stars over the mountains.

“You’re beautiful,” Sungchan said dreamily into the quiet.

“I’ve lost count of how many times you’ve told me that, you know,” you informed him, words laced with fond amusement. “Which is kind of crazy, considering it’s barely been twenty-four hours.”

“You’re right, I should get a thesaurus. Hold on.” He took out his phone.

“Put that away,” you laughed, pushing his hand back down. He just turned around and held it up higher, making you try to reach around him to swat at the device again as he was fervently typing away. “Sungchan!”

“Fine, fine,” he relented, pocketing the device once more and leaning against the railing with you. “…Breathtaking.”

“Funny, I don’t remember you being this…” You trailed off, narrowing your eyes as you tried to come up with the right word.

“‘This…?’” Sungchan echoed, tilting his head and squinting his eyes to mimic you.

“Forward,” you finally decided. “When we were kids. I had to be the one to finally to tell you that I had a crush on you first, after like two years of us ignoring everyone telling us that we liked each other. And I mean, in hindsight, we were painfully obvious.”

“Y/N, come on, I’m not twelve anymore,” he chuckled breathily, picking up your hand and kissing your knuckles, then the inside of your wrist. “Have some faith in me that my flirting skills have grown up too.”

“Sorry,” you said sheepishly, squeezing his hand. “It’s just that some things are the same and some are totally different…”

“I know.” Sungchan brought your hand up to his chest, pressing your palm flat. His heartbeat was hammering away under your touch, and he giggled nervously. “This hasn’t changed. Still feel like I’m twelve sometimes, challenging the prettiest girl ever to a staring contest even though I always lost because I wanted any excuse to have your attention.”

“Want to see if you’ve gotten better at staring contests?” You suggested, stepping even closer to him. “Loser has to kiss the winner.”

“I’m not going easy on you this time,” he declared teasingly, squaring his shoulders.

“Close your eyes,” you announced, doing so yourself. “We start on three, okay?”

“Okay.”

“One, two, three!”

As soon as you opened your eyes, you saw Sungchan blink rapidly, and burst into laughter, covering your mouth with your hand to not sputter all over him. You laughed with your whole chest, the cold air devolving it into a coughing fit, and you gripped onto the railing for stability. Sungchan rubbed your back, even as he snickered a little.

When you’d finally caught your breath again, you looked back at him to see that he was grinning shamelessly. Still a little lightheaded from laughing so hard, you wrapped your arms around his waist, leaning your full weight against him.

“Seems like you haven’t gotten any better,” you chuckled. “I think you’ve gotten worse.”

“I tried my best,” he sighed dramatically.

“Well?” You looked up at him expectantly. “I’m waiting, loser.”

“Oh, sore winner,” he tutted, even as he tenderly cupped your cheek and traced your bottom lip with his thumb. “Impatient?”

“Yeah,” you snorted.

“Me too.” He tilted your chin up and kissed you. Sungchan tasted heartachingly familiar, a comfortable warmth spreading out from your chest to your fingertips that enticed you to just melt into him forever. You were unhurried, kissing him slowly and deeply, the cold air around you suddenly negligible. His mouth was equal parts gentle and ardent as it moved with yours, and his hand skimmed down your neck to rest on the nape, imparting more of his warmth in its wake.

Kissing him one, two more times, you broke apart with a fond smile on your face, murmuring, “We should get back inside before midnight. Jieun said they’re doing something special.”

“So are we,” Sungchan rebuffed jokingly, connecting your lips once more. After another moment of indulging each other, he relented, “Okay, let’s go.”

Lacing your fingers with his, you started back towards the entrance. The door opened then, and Sooyoung’s face lit up upon seeing the two of you.

“Oh, hey! Good, you two are already out here,” she said brightly, and more guests poured out after her. “The fireworks are about to start.”

“Perfect timing,” you grinned, nudging Sungchan.

Reclaiming your previous spot on the railing, Sungchan wrapped an arm around you, and you leaned your head on his shoulder. The fireworks were apparently supposed to start right at midnight, in just a few minutes, and the rest of the balcony quickly filled with wedding-goers.

“I still can’t believe I found you again,” he breathed out, pressing a kiss to your hair.

“I can,” you replied back simply. “I can believe it.”

“Yeah?”

“Because we’re soulmates. I’ve always thought that, haven’t you?”

“Oh my god, of course,” he giggled into your ear, kissing the side of your head again. “God, you don’t know how much I’ve been trying to not tell you I love you after only a day and you just… say what you’re thinking, as always.”

“It hasn’t only been a day, though.”

“You’re right.”

“I usually am.”

“I lo—” The rest of Sungchan’s words got drowned out by the crack of the first firework going off, and you were laughing as you pulled him in for a kiss. The booms and sizzles rang out around you as he happily kissed you back.

You watched the rest of the fireworks show, the bright bursts of color dancing across the inky night sky. After it was over, everyone cheered and toasted to the new happy couple once more.

“That was wonderful,” you commented to Sungchan, the two of you hanging back while the crowd slowly began filtering back inside.

“It was,” he agreed.

“I’m fucking freezing,” you announced, looking up at him with a smirk. “Want to go warm up?”

“My room’s pretty toasty.”

“Oh, you read my mind.”

A tiny sliver of sunlight streaming in through a gap was shining right across your eyelids. With a disgruntled noise, you rolled over away from it, burying your face in Sungchan’s chest. He automatically pressed a kiss to your hairline before resuming his faint snores. You smiled to yourself as you drifted back off to sleep.

You awoke again to gentle fingers brushing hair from your face, and blearily peeked one eye open to watch Sungchan fondly gazing down at you. “Morning, beautiful,” he whispered.

“Mm,” you hummed, closing your eyes again as you enjoyed the feeling of his fingers brushing through your hair. “Morning, Channie.”

“Breakfast?”

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