🚱 GEUM SEONGJE - You Felt Convenient. 🚱 (REMASTERED.)
⤷ 18+ ONLY — MINORS DNI
Characters: All characters depicted are 18 years or older consenting adults.
Content Warnings: adult content / s*xual themes / consensual adult intimacy / toxic situationship / emotional dependency / disappearing for a month / reunion dynamic / longing / mutual attachment / s*xual tension / power imbalance in emotional needs / MILD angst / craving / push and pull dynamic / repeated cycle of breaking and returning / rough s*x / kissing / mild degrading / slightly mean seongje / eater seongje / p in v / fem! reader
Pairing: geum seongje x female reader
Word count: 6,3k
⤷ Summary:
You and Seongje have a love-hate relationship, one you can never quite define. Some days it feels like it could turn into something more. Other days, it feels like you exist in completely different worlds. Only ever crossing paths when you need a quick hit of comfort or closeness.
Then he disappears for a month. And when he comes back, it’s with the same selfish need in his eyes. The same pull you can never seem to resist. That you can't help but return. Giving into you worst craving and habit, once again.
⤷ AGAIN, MDNI 18+
A SHORT ONESHOT.
Pretty When You Cry - Lana Del Rey ♬⋆.˚
Your Girl - Lana Del Rey ♬⋆.˚
Despite being a busy, lively city, Seoul was strangely calm at night. The alleyway outside your apartment sat dark and silent, the only sounds coming from the rain trickling against the windows, distant humming of traffic somewhere far off, and the faint buzz of flickering street lamps. Otherwise, everything felt peaceful. Almost like the calm before a storm.
Like the kind of peace that settled quietly between the cracks before everything got turned upside down.
You laid sprawled across your couch, eyes barely open as you drifted in and out of sleep. The TV continued playing some old sitcom rerun you’d stopped paying attention to a long time ago, its quiet noise just blending into the apartment at this point.
You had hoped tonight would be a calm Friday evening like it always was, but work had completely drained you. A dull headache pulsed behind your eyes while your body tried its best to fight off the exhaustion weighing down on you.
You closed your eyes again, your breathing gradually slowing as sleep started pulling you under once more. The rain outside blended with the low noise of the TV, warm exhaustion settling heavier into your body.
Then your phone buzzed against the couch cushion beside you. The sound sliced straight through the silence. Interrupting the flow of your dozing. You frowned tiredly, blindly reaching for the phone before cracking an eye open. The brightness instantly burned against your vision.
“Fuck,” you muttered, squinting as you hurriedly lowered it.
A message waited on your screen.
'Open the door.'
Your stomach tightened immediately. You didn’t need to check the contact name. The shortness of the message alone told you exactly who it was. The firm tone was there. And that alone made you almost jump off the couch. Like your body recognized him before your mind could catch up. Like there was something pulling at you from the other side of the door.
Something risky, familiar, impossible to stay away from no matter how badly you wanted to.
For a second, you just stared at the words glowing against the screen while rain continued tapping softly against the windows.
Then with a tired sigh, you tossed the phone back onto the couch and sank deeper into the pillow, pulling the blanket closer around yourself. If you stayed still long enough, maybe he’d assume you were asleep and leave.
And the thought of him actually walking away left a dull, heavy ache settling deep in your chest, like something inside you was tightening and refusing to let go.
BUZZ.
The vibration felt louder this time.
You looked over slowly, already regretting it before even picking the phone back up.
'I know you saw this, baby.'
You let your head fall back against the couch.
Damn. That was going to be harder to ignore.
And it was, because you didn’t.
The moment you read the second message, all rational thought seemed to drain from your body. That stupid pull toward him took over completely, stronger than the headache weighing behind your eyes, stronger than the exhaustion begging you to stay curled up on the couch. You mute the TV.
Before you could even think twice about it, your bare feet were already hitting the cold floor.
You stood up too fast, blanket slipping off your body as you walked toward the door almost on instinct. Your stomach tightened the closer you got, anticipation twisting together with nervous excitement so intensely it made your chest feel tight. Like your body already knew exactly what was waiting for you on the other side of the door.
Your hand reached for the doorknob and slowly pulled the door open. The chain still hung loosely in place, only allowing it to crack open slightly.
And standing there in the dim hallway was him.
Na Baekjin’s dog.
Flowers in his hand. Your favorites, of course.
Like he hadn’t disappeared for a month and left everything hanging in silence. That was the worst part.
He always came back soft enough to make you forget he left in the first place.
And it worked. Every time.
Your stomach sank before you even moved.
Because the Union didn’t send people out on missions with flowers. That wasn’t procedure, that wasn’t accidental, and it definitely wasn’t casual. So this meant he wasn’t here by chance.
He was here on purpose. With intention.
And the fact that Seongje was standing there instead of wherever he was actually supposed to be could only mean one thing. He had stepped out of his usual role for this.
Seongje stood leaning against the wall beside your door, looking at you with that same calm, unreadable gaze that somehow still felt far too intimate. The scent of cigarettes clung heavily to his clothes. Rain had dampened parts of his dark hair, small droplets still sliding from the strands, and his orange jacket was zipped all the way up against the cold.
For a moment, neither of you said anything.
You just stared at each other through the small opening in the door, the silence between you feeling strange and heavy. Like some messed up reunion after weeks of no contact while he’d been off doing whatever thing he always disappeared into.
You don’t waste any time, immediately removing the chain and pulling the door open wider. And the second there’s enough space, he walks in like he already belongs there. Like the apartment had been missing him while he was gone. He quietly shuts the door behind him, the soft click echoing through the room.
“Took you long enough,” he says in that same calm, hushed tone that always sounded half sarcastic no matter what came out of his mouth. Extending the flowers out to you.
You stay still, "I don't want them."
And with a sigh, he places the bouquet onto a table nearby.
Your eyes immediately drop to his hands. Bruised knuckles. Split skin. Red and rough around the edges like the wounds were fresh. Like he’d been in another fight.
Like always.
Your chest tightens slightly at the sight and after a moment, you can’t stop yourself from asking, “Did you get in another fight?”
He doesn’t answer. Instead, his eyes settle on you, slowly dragging over your appearance like he’s studying how you’ve been during the weeks he disappeared. Not that he ever really needed to ask. Somehow, even when he wasn’t around, he always knew things anyway. He had his ways.
His gaze lingers over the oversized shirt hanging off your frame, the tired shadows beneath your eyes, your messy hair from laying around half asleep on the couch, your bare legs against the dim glow of the TV light.
“Are you gonna answer me?” you ask again, your voice finally cutting through the silence in the apartment.
His eyes lift back to yours.
“Don’t do that,” he says flatly. “Don't concern yourself with me."
You raise your eyebrows at that, a scoff slipping past your lips that almost sounds like a bitter laugh. Throwing your hands up in fake surrender, you let them fall back around yourself instead, arms crossing tightly over your chest.
“Right,” you mutter. “I forgot. We don’t do emotions.”
He slips his jacket off and throws it onto a nearby chair.
“Why are you here then?” you ask.
He steps closer, slow and controlled, each step deliberate until there’s barely any space left between you. His hand finds your hip, fingers settling there with a quiet firmness that makes your breath catch. He looks down at you through slightly damp hair, pushing it back from his face as he studies you.
“I think you know why,” he says simply.
“You’re such an asshole,” you mutter, your expression tightening in annoyance, like you’re seconds away from pushing him away and telling him to leave.
But you don’t move.
You stay exactly where you are, planted in place, not stepping back, not stopping him, not pushing his hand away either.
“You want me gone, just say it,” he says, his hand lifting to tuck your hair behind your ear. “I’ll leave.”
But there’s no real distance in his voice when he says it. No urgency to actually go. Because he knew you wouldn’t let him.
You know he only said it so the choice sits entirely with you. So if he stays, it’s because you let him. No one else made you. You made that choice.
“I hate you,” you mutter, though it doesn’t land with any real weight. Only partly.
Your hand moves before you really think about it, slipping under the edge of his shirt just enough to feel the warmth there, like you’re trying to ground yourself in something real.
Fingers slowly running against the muscles of his stomach as they tense beneath your touch. The slightest contact from you is electrifying to him, in a way that feels almost addictive.
“I know,” he says breathlessly before his lips find yours in a hungry kiss. And in it you feel how badly Seongje has been craving you, the way he’s been missing you in his own fractured way, still too damaged to give you the part of him you keep reaching for, the part you’ve been dying to have. This is what he knows how to offer.
His hands find your waist as he lifts you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist like you belong there, like your body remembers him before your mind can catch up. Your lips stay locked in a rough, breathless kiss, all heat and urgency, neither of you willing to break away.
He carries you to the couch and lays you down, following you lower until his body hovers over yours. The kiss breaks just long enough for you to feel his warm exhale against your wet mouth as he slips his glasses off and tosses them carelessly onto the coffee table, like they don’t matter anymore. And without them, the kiss deepens further, slower this time, heavier, finally letting himself sink into it.
“Off,” he simply says, tugging at your shirt with a desperation that makes his hands feel almost unsteady, shaking a little in need. And you comply, taking your shirt of. Your body remaining as vulnerable on the outside as you were on the inside.
He takes a moment to let his eyes move over you, taking you in under the soft moonlight spilling through the window, the kind of quiet that makes everything feel almost too intimate. For a second, if this weren’t what you are, it could almost pass for something domestic, something loving and ordinary, like you’d both somehow ended up in a version of life that made sense.
“Lace?” A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips as he slips right back into himself, distant and detached, like he never left that version behind for a second. “You know this is unnecessary, right?” he says, his tone teasing, unappreciative as always, as if closeness is something he can’t quite let himself believe in for long. Or else it’ll feel too real.
“Thanks for that,” you say, your tone sharp with annoyance as you roll your eyes. It only earns another smirk from him. He doesn’t care whether his words land or sting.
“Anyone do a better job than me since last time?” he asks so casually, as if it’s just small talk. And you already know the answer. No. Because he’s the only one you’ve been with. But you still lie anyway, clinging to whatever pride you’ve got left.
“Yeah,” you reply. And he smirks.
“Yeah?” he echoes, clearly unconvinced, seeing straight through you. “You’re a terrible liar,” he says, tucking your hair behind your ear without breaking eye contact. Like he has all the time in the world.
“I know everything,” he adds softly. “And if there was another guy, he’d be in pieces already.”
His hand immediately reaches for your bra, fingers hooking under the strap before he tugs at it carelessly, letting it snap back against your skin. A pained gasp leaves you, earning nothing but an amused look from him. He runs his hands lower, fingers teasing at your sensitive peak through the fabric of the bra.
He lets out a rough, low groan, like his body doesn’t know how to want you quietly. Like someone admiring the pretty wrapper of a candy before ruining it between their teeth. And you feel it every time his fingers press deeper into your skin, holding onto you as if he couldn’t get close enough.
He dips his head, strands of his hair brushing against your face as his lips find your neck, tilting your head back slightly like you’re unknowingly in the way of him savoring the moment. He breathes you in slowly, the sweetness of your perfume blending with the lingering scent of cigarettes and musky cologne clinging to him. Two completely different worlds colliding for a moment.
“I’ve missed you,” you say, your mouth moving faster than your thoughts, the words slipping out before you can stop them.
His hand tightens around your waist in response, firm but distant, an automatic reaction without warmth. And it leaves that familiar ache sitting heavy in your chest. The kind that comes from reaching for something emotional and only ever getting physical closeness back, just enough to keep you there, never enough to feel held.
“Mm,” he hums against your skin, the sound low and distracted as soft open mouthed kisses scatter across your neck. “You smell good.”
Your hands find his hair, fingers absentmindedly playing with the black strands as his kisses slowly overwhelm every one of your senses.
Seongje felt like a bad habit you always swore you’d quit, the kind you promised yourself would be the last time before you were already falling right back into it the second trouble came knocking again.
He reaches beneath you, fingers working at the clasp of your bra until it finally loosens, discarded beside your shirt somewhere on the floor. Panties being the only shred of mystery you had left.
His hands find your chest almost instantly, warm and familiar as he draws you closer while his kisses trail lower and lower. They linger there for a moment, soft and unhurried, his lips brushing against your chest with kind of a quiet appreciation.
His lips brush gently against your areola as he kisses around it. And the moment he takes your sensitive peak into his warm mouth, he pulls a soft gasp from you. The quiet hum that follows sends a shiver down your spine, warm and knowing, and you hate how easily he can read every reaction from you. Heat rushes through you almost instantly, leaving your thoughts scattered beneath his touch.
He moves onto the second one. Opening his mouth slightly, he lets saliva drip lazily from his lips on it, completely careless about the mess. Showing just as much love and attention to both.
Like he needed to adore your body fully. And that was what made it so hard to say no, because being with him felt like being worshipped. Like you were wanted completely, intensely, in a way that made it impossible to think straight. But only when it suited him. It felt like he could switch it on and off whenever he felt like it, leaving you chasing the version of him that only showed up sometimes.
“Seongje…” you breathe his name into the room, aimlessly. He only hums in response against your skin, the sound quiet and satisfied against your peak. His thumb traces slow, absentminded circles at your waist, steady like he has nowhere else to be but here with you.
He ends it with placing a kiss against both of your sensitive peaks. Like he’s bidding goodbye to one part of you before moving on to the next he’s already decided he’s gonna wreck, unhurried and certain.
His kisses trail down your stomach. All the way till his final kiss lands flush against the skin your uterus laid behind. His head settles between your thighs. Fingers hooking onto your panties, he pulls them down.
“Lift,” he simply says, and you comply immediately. Lifting your hips for him so he could strip you. This was a memorized routine for you both, something you fall into without thinking. “So eager,” he grins, clearly enjoying how easily he can pull obedience out of you. You only hum back. Impatient.
Laying eyes on your bare core, he lets out a needy groan. His body reacting.
He tilts his head to the side, placing a gentle kiss against your inner thigh.
You let yourself sink into it for a second too long, because of course he doesn’t let it stay soft. He bites down just enough to make you jolt and gasp.
“Shush,” he says casually, like your reaction is the point, already pulling back as if he didn’t just do it on purpose to get something out of you.
He hooks his arms around your thighs and pulls you closer. Spreading you further for himself instead of asking you to move. Not having the patience to wait.
“Stay still,” he murmurs from between your legs. “I’ve been craving this,” and he wasn’t lying. Seongje loved eating you out. Not necessarily only for your pleasure. But his own too. He got off on it. It turned him on. He could finish just from doing that if he did it long enough. He loved collecting your reactions to different things he did down there.
Treating your body like a playground. And this was his favorite ride.
And with that being said, he spreads your lips using his thumbs. Placing an open mouthed kiss directly against your sensitive bud. You inhale sharply in response and he smiles. He licks a slow line across your slit from bottom to top. A soft sigh escaped you.
“You’re fucking soaked,” he breaths. And you were. You were so wet it was almost impressive.
Your hips bucked forward in desperation, but he caught you instantly. Pressing you back down into place, his grip tightened. He dug his fingers deep into your hip bones, halting any further movement. "Ah, ah. This is for me.”
Wasting no time, Seongje latched his mouth onto your nerve bud, sucking it into his warm mouth. The sudden catch of your breath echoed softly in the quiet, dimly lit room. Along with the sounds of wet slurps, like someone was really enjoying a bowl of spaghetti. Your back kisses the couch beneath you goodbye as you arch it off in response.
“Mm,” he hums between each suck, each slurp, each lick. Savoring it slowly, unhurried, as if nothing else in the world matters as much as this moment right here.
Your hand absentmindedly searches for his in the middle of everything, reaching for a comfort you know better than to trust him with, knowing he’ll never give it freely once the moment passes. But Seongje, being Seongje, and always knowing exactly how to play you, gives in to the quiet intimacy anyway. His hand finds yours, fingers lacing through yours as he holds it there, stroking it gently like it means more than it probably does to him.
And even in this moment, with him between your legs, you feel that familiar ache in your chest. Because this was so far from what you guys were.
He takes a moment to shift your position, propping one of your feet on his shoulder and the other on his back. Giving him even easier access. Careful in a way that feels almost at odds with how distant he is in everything else. He turns to give your ankle a soft kiss.
Resuming his work.
He pulls back just enough to murmur under his breath, “I want you to cum on my face,” before going right back to it like it was the most casual thing in the world to say, as if nothing had even interrupted him at all.
You look down, only to be met with his half lidded gaze, like he’s barely holding himself together. He’s drunk on you and not even trying to hide it.
This guy was in deep for you in dangerous ways.
His tongue plunges inside you, his nose rubbing against your sensitive bud at the same time. And you could’ve sworn you heard him smack his lips once, like he was genuinely enjoying it. This was something he was relishing, not rushing through. Like he lived for this moment alone. Lived to serve.
Your whimpers fill the room, echoing off the walls. Suspended in the thick air.
Your fingers tangle in his hair and pull tighter than you mean to, earning a faint smile from him. He liked when you got overwhelmed enough to forget your own restraint. He loved feeling and seeing the aftermath of your need on his body. Whether it was marks from kisses, little aches from you getting messy, or a dull soreness from his hair being tugged too roughly.
Your thighs trap his head as they give a weak twitch. He pushes them back, knowing he was guiding your body closer to the edge.
“Cum, baby cum,” He murmurs under his breath, still focused, while everything around you starts to blur at the edges.
Your thoughts feel scattered, vision softening as you struggle to keep up with him, caught somewhere between reality and the intensity of the moment.
“All over my face, make it yours,” and that did it. His encouraging contradictions worked to push you over the edge.
Your back arches off the couch, thighs spasming around his head. Fingers tightening in his hair even more, like you’re trying to anchor yourself in the moment, to stay present through it instead of slipping away into it completely.
Erupting, you gush all over his face, and instead of pulling back, Seongje keeps his arms hooked on your thighs and pulls you even closer. The ‘drowning hazard’ being completely disregarded as he looks up at you, drinking your intoxicating pleasure. Nothing about this moment is enough to make him pause.
“Fuck, fuck,” you curse sharply between heavy uneven breaths. Collapsing onto the couch again, catching your breath as you come down from your high.
He sits up between your legs. Looking down, he smiles faintly, the lower half of his face wet under the dim light. There’s something almost casual about it. Like he had just finished eating the worlds juiciest watermelon. He thumbs your intensely reactive bundle of nerves.
Your sensitivity was already heightened, making you jolt back in response and let out a soft whine, your head moving slowly as you try to steady yourself in the moment.
“Fuck, look at the mess you made,” he gives a gentle smack against your core. Another whine, followed by a whimper. “My good little slut.”
Guiding your hand, he presses your palm tightly against the hard outline in his pants. As if to prove a point. “I’ve been hard all day,” he whispers, “feel it.”
And you do. He wasn’t lying. He was hard as a rock. And you could feel how badly he needed to take care of it by how easily you could feel the pulsating even through the material of his trousers. You unbutton his pants on your own and he smiles down at you.
“Mm, keep going,” he says encouraging. Followed by the sound of his zipper lowering. Helping you pull it down, his pants slip right off. Joining your clothes on the floor. And almost immediately your hand pulls down at his boxers.
Length springing free and slapping against his stomach then settling right between your legs. The head was leaking with moisture. And your finger darts out to swipe at it, earning a groan from him in response.
A needy look settles in your eyes, like you’re trying to communicate everything without saying a word, hoping he somehow just understands. He notices immediately, of course, and lets out an amused chuckle in response.
Those puppy eyes don’t work on him.
“You want it, baby?” he asks. And you nod. “I don’t know,” his hands run down your thighs gently.
“Would you rather tell me about the made up guy that fucks you better?” he asks, teasingly. And you cringe at the memory of what you’d lied about earlier, the embarrassment hitting you all over again as it comes rushing back at the worst possible moment.
“Just please do what you came here to do,” you look up, “please,” pleading.
“Say it,” he says, fisting his length in his hand. Pumping gently. He wanted to chip away at what little pride you had left, even though you both knew it was already hanging by a thread, more performance than truth. You knew exactly what he wanted you to admit to.
You hesitate, watching the way his hand moves in a steady rhythm, the motion pulling your attention in until your resolve starts to slip. It’s almost hypnotic in the way it draws you closer, your thoughts thinning out. He was putting on a show. On purpose. And then, with a quiet sigh, you finally give in and admit it. “You fuck me best, please…”
“Yeah?” he grins, like that was exactly the answer he was expecting.
You nod, watching as he lowers himself to press a brief kiss to your shoulder blade. “No one could do it better… you know that,” you admit, the words slipping out like a reluctant confession. Bitter on your tongue, but honest all the same.
“I knew that,” he says and you scoff quietly. “Turn over,” he suddenly pushes you onto your stomach.
“Ass up,” pulling your hips up, your ass resting flush against his hard shaft. The intimacy of your bare skin against each other drawing a shudder from you. He was genuinely rag dolling you around. Like you weighed nothing.
He pushes your head down into the couch, the side of your face pressed firmly into the soft fabric, holding you there just long enough that you settle into it yourself.
“Arch it,” and you immediately comply. Arching your back for him.
Looking back, you catch that rough expression on his face. The one he only gets when he’s completely taken in by whatever he’s looking at, like he can’t quite hide how much he likes it. A clear hunger in his eyes.
He gives your rear one slap. You wince and let out a soft sound. The print of his hand clear in the soft skin. Turning red. “You always fold,” he murmurs, watching you like he’s studying a habit he’s already memorized. “And you still think you’ve got room left for pride.”
And that stings, because it’s true in a way you can’t quite argue with. You’ve never been able to fight off your need for him, for his attention. Even if it only lasts for a night, even if it never turns into anything more than that.
“You’re not like this with anyone else,” he says simply. “So don’t start pretending you are.”
You feel the head of his shaft, damp against your entrance, pushing in. And your breath catches in your chest as you brace yourself to fully let him in, whatever version of him he’s willing to give you.
“This,” he taps lightly against your core from below, “is mine,” he slides halfway in and your body writhes beneath him automatically. Biting back a moan you push back against him. Wanting more of him to fill you. Like the more he fills you, the less rationally you have to think.
His hand settles above your ass, easing you onto his shaft and with one swift yet slow movement, he’s in. With no resistance or push back. A heavy groan leaves his lips. Matching your soft gasp.
“Fuck, your pussy feels perfect,” he breathes out, rocking into you in a slow, controlled rhythm, “my favorite one.” Which only makes you let out an annoyed sound in response, sharp and immediate, like you can’t help reacting even when you try not to.
He smirks, clearly satisfied that he got under your skin. “Jealous?”
“You’re not worth that,” you reply.
“Oh, I’m not?” His smirk only widens, enjoying this far too much, especially when the two of you slip into this rhythm, talking like you can’t stand each other, even when you’re both still here.
“Nope.”
“Mean,” he simply says. Catching you off guard with a sudden pull back before snapping right back in with a sharp, hard motion, making you lose your balance for a second.
“Fuck,” you exclaim sharply, gripping the couch pillow at the sudden thrust, throwing you off balance. It hits you all at once, overwhelming your senses and leaving you momentarily reeling from how intense you felt him.
He keeps that same steady rhythm, firm yet unhurried, refusing to break it even for a second. Pull out till the tip. Slam back in till he bottoms out. Repeatedly. Drawing reactions from you so intense it only makes him double his efforts. Doing you through your whines. The only sound heard.
Coupled with his low, repeated groans. Wet noises. And the sound of skin against skin with each stroke. “You’re perfect stress relief,” he breathes, his voice slightly shaky and breathless.. His hands press gently against your back, guiding you deeper into the position until your spine arches further than you expected.
You only manage something back that comes out soft and barely audible, more breath than words. Too overwhelmed to form a proper sentence, your voice catching and cutting in and out as if your vocal cords can’t quite keep up with the movement, leaving only broken, staggered sounds between breaths.
“Mm, good girl, shut up,” he mutters, “shut up and take this dick.”
His hand reaches under, fingers tracing gently against your nerves. Meanwhile, he multitasks, strokes evidence of how he felt about you. Need, intoxication, yet no warmth.
“Tell me to stop,” he says, and for a second, all he does is wait, “and I will.”
Nothing. No resistance. No safe word. No hesitation. Not even an attempt to pull away. Only the continues satisfied hums.
Because no matter how messy the two of you were outside of this, you still wanted him here.
His mouth twitches into something smug at the realization. “Exactly.”
It isn’t long before your own hips start moving against his. Like your body has finally found its rhythm, moving in sync with his, as if it’s working with him now without hesitation, naturally following his pace.
Which only makes his smirk widen as he looks down, a faint glint in his eyes giving away how much he’s enjoying the view in front of him. His rough hand settles against the small of your back, keeping you in place as he guides the movement.
“That’s it,” he breaths, “fuck me back, baby,” he encourages you quietly, tilting his head back for a moment as his Adam’s apple moves with a slow swallow, collecting himself before looking back down at your back profile with the same steady focus. “Use me like you need.”
The room is drowned out by the thick intimacy of your sounds blending together into something almost overwhelming, like a lullaby warped beyond recognition. Outside, the rain only grows heavier, tapping insistently against the window as if mirroring how the atmosphere between you two deepens the longer it goes on. Soft breaths mix and overlap, filling the space until there’s hardly any silence left between you.
The tip of his length keeps prying and probing at your cervix. You feel like he’s everywhere in you at once, the moment settling into your whole body. Your stomach, your heating core, your chest.
His hips stagger slightly as his focus slips for a moment, his balance tilting forward until his chest meets your back. You feel his breath brush close to your ear, warm and unsteady, sending a ripple of goosebumps across your skin. His hand finds your hair, gathering it and wrapping it tightly around. Only to pull your head back by it and trail wet kisses along your jawline.
Your lips meet in a hungry, messy, sloppy kiss. No patience in it, just everything you don’t say out loud coming out all at once. Like this is how you talk instead, when words won’t land right between you two. He pulls back as you both breathe into each others mouths. Lips wet. A thin string of saliva hanging between your bottom lips.
“Fucking perfect,” he murmurs against your lips.
His hand leaves your hair only to shove your head down into the couch instead, your cheek crushed into the cushions as he keeps you there. “You like when I ruin your peace, huh?” he says, hips driving into you relentlessly, fingers still against your scalp. It feels like each stroke pushes you deeper into the couch. Making you apart of it. And you’re loving it.
It shows on on you. The way your eyes drift to the back of your head. Your uneven sharp breaths. Your hips bucking backwards into him. The sweat glistening on your body. Your flushed face in complete bliss.
“Seongje…” his name slips out more like a plea than just a word, quiet and unsteady, carrying more than you meant it to. “Mm,” you whine as he ravishes your insides. Taking it perfectly for him.
“You’d rather let me destroy you than be alone for one night,” he exhales sharply, looking at your back arching further, under no command, just on its own. “Look at you. Still letting me do this.”
You let out a sound in protest, and he just smiles, already aware of what you’re doing. He can see right through the way you’re trying to look tough, trying not to show how much you actually need him there. Him deep inside you being your lifeline in this moment.
“You’re saying one thing and feeling another,” he snaps you hard against himself. “Shit, you feel so fucking good.” And that small bit of praise was what you lived off of, the kind that lingered longer than it should and stayed with you even after he stopped talking. He lands one slap against your rear.
“You can’t even form a sentence,” he says, voice tight, barely controlled. “Just sounds. That’s all you are right now.”
Another whine, and a pathetic barley audible, “deeper, please.”
He grins down at you. Pushed into the couch with your ass up high. And despite your already disheveled, completely overwhelmed state, you were still asking for more, like you couldn’t quite get enough of it no matter how far gone you already were.
“Whiny little whore,” and he delivers. Exactly what you needed. He adjusts your position again, roughly moving your knees further apart and pushing your back into a deeper, more supported arch. Keeping his hands on your back, he presses down firmly, holding you in place and locking you into the position so you can’t slip out of it. His length sinking even deeper inside. You let out a incoherent wet whimper.
Already soaking the couch with your overwhelmed cries.
“Good girl, cry for it,” he says.
You clench around him involuntarily and he exhales sharply, “Fuck, stop squeezing me like that, I’m gonna cum,” he says as if that’d be the worst thing ever. Like he didn’t wanna finish too early. Even though you’ve been at it for an hour now.
And despite that, his body betrays him. You feel him twitch inside you. And he groans, drawing a sharp inhale. His fingers digging into your hips as his breath lingers right behind your neck. He moves back. Suddenly pulling out, leaving you completely empty and clenching around nothing.
You don’t even turn around, just collapsing straight into the couch, your body already weak and sore, your breaths uneven and heavy as you try to collect your thoughts that were quite literally fucked out of your head.
His head tilts back again, eyes slipping shut for a moment like his body’s reacting faster than he can control, overwhelmed in a way he doesn’t bother to hide. His hand pumps his hardened twitching shaft a few times and you feel the evidence of his undoing trickle down your back. Thick and warm. Coming out in a soft, messy stream.
“Oh, fuck,” he groans, mouth slightly agape as each pump makes his head dizzier. He genuinely goes deaf and blind for a few seconds over the feeling, everything around him cutting out as he tries to process it before slowly coming back to himself.
And that was one of the reasons he was so addicted to you. Only with you did it get like this, his senses shutting off.
He drops down onto his heels behind you, face still flushed, breath finally slowing as the moment settles. You’re both still wrecked in the same way, just coming down from it together.
He leans in without thinking too much about it, placing slow kisses along your back first, then your shoulder, then higher. Unhurried. Intentional. Like he’s making sure you’re actually still here.
Turning you gently, you laid on your back looking up at him.
“That’s it,” he says quietly. “Breathe. You did good for me.”
His hand stays on you the whole time, steadying you, not rushing anything, just grounding you while your breathing evens out again.
“Pretty girl,” he adds after a pause, softer than usual, like it slips out before he can stop it.
He moves up, brushing a kiss to your cheek, then another closer to your mouth. Each one slower than the last, like he’s letting himself linger a second longer than he normally would. Then your lips meet properly, and it’s quiet in a way that makes everything else feel far away.
Your chest aches in that moment. Knowing this wasn’t a normal kiss. This was the type of kiss that indicated it was goodbye. Till he felt a craving for you again. Like always.
When he pulls back, his eyes stay on you, studying the aftermath on your face.
“Yeah,” he says finally, almost to himself. “This is why you get like this.”
His hand lingers a moment longer before he lets it go a little.
A/N: This is my first time posting something on Tumblr, so sorry if it’s a little cringe or bad :( I’m really excited though, and I might start posting some baku fanfics soon <3 Thank you so much for reading!
You get into a fight, and Seong-je is left to patch up your bruises when normally the roles are reversed.
ᯓ fluff I wc : 2.0k I established relationship
ᯓ➤ swearing, mild violence
Not proofreading because im really lazy so apologies for any repetitive wording, grammar mistakes, etc.
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Shoes hitting the ground firmly and preciously, you walked down the street, a few feet away from your house.
The atmosphere was cloudy and gloomy. It was a clear indication that it was going to start pouring soon along with the sound of roaring thunder and small purplish streaks of lighting can be seen within the fluffy clouds.
As much as you enjoyed the rain, now was the worst time of the day for it. You felt anger coursing through your veins still.
Every little thing seemed to boil your frustration even more, indulging into the fact that you got into a very unpleasant fight on your way home from girls who envied you.
You couldn’t bother less to understand or know why.
So, after a very unnecessary fight, you continued your way to your house with messy and tangled hair, bruised knuckles, and wrinkled clothing.
Not only did you look like a mess, you also felt like a mess. Admittedly, you wanted to cry.. Like a soda bottle that’s being violently shaken up and due to the amount of pressure the inside is holding, it blows up the lid and all of the liquid pours out like a waterfall uncontrollably.
Life was stressful, and the stupid fight that you were forced into did not help, in fact, it made things worse for you. All it gave you was a sore body, bruised knuckles, and anger that had nowhere to go.
You continued walking, your hands slapping your face in irritation at the reoccurring memories, you wiped your tears rather aggressively and took a deep breath, not bothering to acknowledge the slight heat that was forming onto your cheeks and forehead from the pressure of your hands.
Finally reaching your home, you opened the door and entered. You sighed, letting the air hit your lungs while kicking your shoes off and throwing your backpack carelessly against the wall.
Both of your parents were at work, so it was just you in the home.
Which is what you thought.
When you finally got inside, your face twisted into confusion within the sight that beholded in front of you.
In the living room of your home was your boyfriend, Geum Seong-je.
He sat on the soft cushions of your sofa, the sound of cartoony voices with sound effects coming from the video game on his phone that was in his grip. When he saw you come through the door and saw the state you were in, he was a bit taken back to say the least. Not because you were hurt, but because you looked like you got jumped by wild animals.
So of course, he laughed.
“You look like shit,” He snickered, making fun of you.
“What are you doing here?” You asked.
“I wanted to stop by, see how you were doing.” He told you, turning his head away from you and onto his phone.
The front of the sofa was facing away from you, so Seong-je’s back was toward you.
You grumbled before you made your way towards the bathroom. The thought of what happened earlier flashed through your mind and you can feel your body tensing up. Normally you would’ve told him to shut up humorously, but considering the events of today, you couldn’t care less.
“What happened?” Seong-je asked you before he himself got up, following you into the bathroom.
You smack your lip, “Got into some stupid fight.” You quickly told him, not wanting to think about it much longer.
He hummed amusingly.
Once the both of you were in the bathroom, you reached over to open up the cabinet before Seong-je grabbed your wrist. “Let me,” he said, placing your arm back to your side.
“Suit yourself.”
Obediently, you sat on top of the toilet lid, hands resting on your lap with the sight of knuckles bruised with a red that was slowly fading into a dull purple tone, along with crusted dried blood sitting on top. Not only that, a small cut also ran across your cheek.
As you wait patiently for Seong-je, you can feel your entire body aching sorely. Brushing aside the uncomfortable pain, you sat silently, listening to the sound of plastic bottles and products being shuffled around the inside of your cabinets by your boyfriend.
“Thought you hated fighting?” Seong-je questioned you as he searched for a bandage wrap tape, holding a cloth–wrapped bag.
“Dont.” You started sharply.
Your boyfriend laughed at your half-assed threat.
Your leg started bouncing up a bit at the reoccurring memories of earlier, and you could feel your eyes slowly burning up and throat tightening.
The feeling of your eyes slowly pricking up with water snapped you back into reality. Jaw tightening as you got lost in your thoughts. You were angry. So why were you getting teary-eyed?
One thing you disliked about yourself was how you cried when you felt any sort of outrage. It could be mistaken as weakness and you despised that. You weren’t weak, crying doesn’t mean you’re weak or sad.
Right?
Suddenly, you felt a soft tap on your shoulder. Looking over, you spot the cloth that was wrapped around the pack of ice being held out for you. Your boyfriend's gaze was still on the cabinet, not bothering to look at you considering he wanted to get this over with.
“Take it.” He commanded.
Reaching out to grab it, your fingertips immediately feel the cold, freezing sensation of the ice cubes. Once the bag was in your hands, you placed it on top of your knuckles, shivering at the frosty feeling that was now touching your skin.
“Not so much of an angel anymore, huh?” He clicked his tongue before shutting the cabinet. A bandage tape was held in the palm of his hand whilst he turned his body to face you. He took a brief second to scan his eyes over you and your knuckles before scoffing at you.
You didn’t say a word, not building up the courage to. Your emotions were still brewing up inside you, and a single slip up could have them spilling everywhere, so you weren’t willing to take the risk.
“Stand up.” He told you.
Obliging, you slowly push yourself off the toilet lid, and immediately your legs enveloped in a sore ache. Your eyes remained glued onto the floor, not wanting to look up in fear of bursting into tears.
Seong-je’s index finger went underneath your chin and turned your head up, making you look at him. You both stared at each other, his eyes having something unreadable swimming within them.
You knew he could see how upset you were. The way your eyes locked onto his and how glossy and vulnerable they looked.
He shook his head in a mocking disapproval way, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek before pulling the cloth with the ice bag away from your bruises and started wrapping them in bandages.
“Don’t get into any more fights.” He spoke out softly, making sure he didn’t say anything that would snap the final string of your waterfall.
“Ironic coming from you.” You mumbled.
“It’s different.”
“How so, huh?”
“How about you shut that mouth of yours, huh?” He mocked you, making you roll your eyes.
Once he was finished wrapping your hand injuries, he made sure to clean the cut on your face with an antibiotic and placed a bandaid on top.
As he was making sure to put everything back in their original spot, you stood there patiently. “Thank you, Seong-je.”
He gave you a small ‘mhm’.
Your eyes made way onto your patched—up, beaten knuckles.
Usually things would go the other way around, Seong-je would come home to you with bruises and small minor injuries and you were left to be the one who patched him up. Cleaning his wounds and bandaging them up as you scolded him for getting into another pointless fight.
Even with all the union stuff, he still made sure to slightly keep down the fighting even if it took lots, and you mean lots of convincing.
Once he was done putting your products back into their original place, he turned his head to you.
“What made you jump at them?” He asked curiously, referring to the very obvious fight you had earlier.
Grumbling, you look away. “I didn’t.”
“What?”
“They hit me first.” You spoke, placing your hands into the pockets of your hoodie.
Seong-je stood there for a second before he made a small ‘hm’ sound, slight possessiveness hidden behind it.
He didn’t like the thought of people touching you, let alone let people hurt you. Normally he would push back the feeling, but when it came to someone injuring you, that was a different story.
“Let me fuck them up.” Seong-je abruptly said.
You scoffed, “Yeah, no Seong-je.” Quickly disapproving the idea.
Regardless if you said no, you knew he was still most likely going to find them and gouge out their eyeballs.
You sighed in defeat knowing you really can’t control your boyfriend for the most part. Your gaze was now shifting from him and towards your shower.
A hot steamy shower session did sound nice at the moment.
A sudden touch was on your shoulder, and when you looked back Seong-je was wrapping his arms around your waist and rested his chin on your shoulder.
Smiling, your hand raised up to his hair, massaging his head as you felt the rims of his glasses tickling your neck.
“Be careful next time.” He murmured, staying completely still, not wanting to move. “If you get your shit rocked again I’m not helping.”
You giggled, knowing that he didn’t actually mean that. If you did get beaten the shit out of you, he would most likely be on a mission to kill someone. “You got it.”
Seong-je tapped your hip lightly, signaling that he wanted to grab your attention, you hummed at the gesture.
One of his hands left your waist and he dug into the pocket of his jeans, pulling out his phone. “Wanna see a picture of this guy that I beat the hell out of earlier?” He proudly asked, and whenever you told him no he completely dismissed your words and still insisted on showing you.
His arm went around your waist once again with his phone in hand, raising the technology device up to your face.
“What did this one do?” You quired, your eyes going onto the boy's bruises as he was slumped over a fence.
“Baek-jin sent me to recruite a new school top dog, and he decided to one up me like a fucking moron.” He chuckled, looking at the picture from your shoulder.
You shook your head in a dramatic disapproval manner, “Not surprised. You see red when you're mad.”
Seong-je’s free hand made its way towards your cheek, pinching it in which earned him dramatic squeals of ‘ow’s and hisses in pain from you. It was like he was telling you to shut up.
“You done?” He asked before letting go of your cheeks, a satisfied smile playing on his face.
“Jerk.” You groaned, placing your hand onto your face to soothe out the area that was previously being pinched.
Your boyfriend's lips made their way to your neck, pressing a small kiss. “Can we go lay down.” He asked.
“I have to shower, I smell.” You said to him.
“So?” He questioned, unbothered.
You gave him a look of your own, “So let me shower.”
“Im giving you twenty five minutes and if you aren’t out the bathroom by then I’m breaking down your door.”
“Oh my god, okay deal, now go.” You waved your hands outward at him, signaling him to get out as he got off you and stepped back, ready to head out.
He chuckled, pushing his glasses back on the bridge of his nose and giving you a smug smile before walking out and shutting the door behind him, letting you give yourself the therapy your sore body yearned for.
guys having crazy writers block rn it’s driving me insane. everytime i try and write something my mind goes blank and idk why !!!! i will be posting soon TRUST just hold on 🤞🤞
Could you do something for Suho as a teenage father? How does he and the reader deal with parenthood?
this will basically be a continuation / more in depth version of this !
the pregnancy will be a complete accident, as expected. neither of you are ready nor prepared to become parents and it's like someone's just thrown a bucket of cold water over you both when you find out. your priorities are instantly skewed, what used to be: when is the math homework due? have i studied enough for the physics exam next week? quickly becomes: do we have enough saved for that crib? when's the next doctors appointment again?
his grandmother is an absolute godsend, after she finishes scolding her grandson for being so reckless and thinking it was a great idea to skip using protection of course. she's there to help you whenever you need, with whatever questions you have. you have a strange pain in your stomach one night, and suho is frantic as he grabs his phone ready to dial an ambulance and get you to the hospital as quickly as possible. but his grandmother walks in, hearing all the commotion and the panic in your voice, and she soothes your nerves easily. she sits you both down and explains what braxton hicks are, "don't worry, your body is just preparing you for labour. it's completely normal, they should ease off soon. suho, go run your girlfriend a well deserved bath!"
when you give birth suho is there, by your side through it all. he's letting you squeeze his hand until it feels like you're about to break every bone, he's wiping your sweaty forehead with a cold rag to give you a brief feeling of relief, he's whispering soothing affirmations into your ear every time the nurse encourages you to push and you're just about ready to give up. "you're doing so good babe" "you're almost there, yeah? just one last push." "i couldn't be more in love with you than i am right now, you're amazing."
when your baby is finally born, suho has an instant connection to the newborn who wails on your chest as if it was brought into this world just to show off its powerful lungs. in a rare display of vulnerability from the usual laid back and cocky teen, his eyes get watery as he fights to blink away the tears that don't show any sign of halting. he's wrapping one arm around your shoulder, quickly pressing a gentle kiss to your temple before he rests his cheek against your own so that he can admire the baby he's been looking at through a computer monitor for the last nine months. he's in complete awe, not being able to fully comprehend that this is real. he's a dad now, that is his baby.
he steps up to the role of a dad like he was born for it, of course he makes mistakes but he never makes the same one twice. his little family is now the most important thing in his life and he'll be damned if he or anyone else does anything to ruin that. he makes a conscious effort to avoid any drama now, there's no more confrontation that could lead to violence unless it's absolutely necessary. like that one time when you were out buying food for the house.
you went together with your now six month old baby settled in the stroller, happily babbling and drooling all over their tiny fist whilst the pair of you playfully argued over which cereal to buy, both having your own preferences but only having enough money for one box. as suho was shoving his choice in your face as if it was the only thing keeping him going, a group of rowdy teens turned the corner, laughing and shouting amongst one and other completely disregarding the people around them. one of them had the misfortune of bumping into you, causing you to stumble into the stroller which disturbed your baby whose cheery gurgling soon seized and was replaced with a sharp cry. it was almost like reflex the way suho's playful demeanour shifted into something darker, more protective. he grabbed the boy by his collar and dragged him away from the both of you, slamming him into the shelves opposite that held different breakfast bars. his eyes that only seconds ago held a certain warmth were now void of any emotion as he stared the stranger - who disturbed his family - down without blinking.
"are you blind? you nearly knocked my girl over dumbass, and you upset my baby. apologise. now" his tone left no room for argument, though looking at the boy who was still pinned in place by your boyfriend, you knew there was no way he was going to go against suho's demands. he was shaking on the spot like a poor puppy being scolded for peeing on the carpet by its owner. his eyes met yours and he stuttered out a rushed apology, one that seemed to be good enough for suho who wrapped an arm around the boy's shoulder, now he had a sarcastic smile replacing the scowl.
"see, wasn't that hard was it? now go and be stupid somewhere else before i break your fingers for upsetting my child."
he makes sure you're not struggling, being a young mother is not for the weak and he knows it. he sees you struggling to keep your eyes open during the day, when the baby was particularly fussy with feeding the previous night keeping you up until the early hours. he practically forces you into bed and tells you to catch up on missed sleep, promises he'll be fine whilst you get a few hours rest and he means it. he's keeping the baby entertained whilst simultaneously cleaning the house. toys that have been left scattered across the living room floor, dishes that have built up, clothes that have been waiting to be washed for a few days. when you return to the living room four hours later to him playing peek-a-boo and a house that gleams you almost burst into tears, what would you do without him?
he's always bragging about you both to sieun, beomseok, yeongi and whoever else will listen. shows them photos and videos daily, gets excited when he tells them about something new the baby learned that day. people definitely get sick of it, they can barely hold a conversation with him anymore without him turning it back to his family. but they can't deny how impressive it is, the way he stepped up the second he found out he was going to be a dad. he's no longer the immature kid who spent his free time playing video games and spending what little money he had on junk food. now he's dragging sieun and beomseok with him to find new toys and books, his google search history is full of good foods for babies to start with and best ways to soothe a teething baby,
you make sure he's looking after himself too. he has so much on his shoulders at all times sometimes you have to remind him to breathe. you'll massage his back after a long day at work, make sure he comes home to a warm cooked meal as often as you can, convince him to go out with his friends like a normal teenager when he's been cooped up in the house for two weeks straight. you don't want him to burn himself when he's so young, and he does so much for the both of you as is. the least you can do is trick him into taking the trash out and then lock the door behind him, refusing to let him come back inside until after he's been out and had a drink or two.
eventually you manage to save up enough money to get your own one bedroom apartment, with the money you made when you worked in the early stages of you pregnancy and the money he makes from working now, you have a decent amount. his grandma chips in too, though you both refuse to take the woman's savings she almost resorts to hitting suho with her slipper to convince you to take it. the apartment is small and it's not the fanciest, but it's yours. your own space to make a home, and that's all that matters.
genre: smut (both hyuntak and the reader are virgins, p in v, fingering, handjob, oral (f! and m! receiving))
warnings: sexual content (minors dni !!), intended lowercase, established relationship, both characters in the story are written as young adults
summary: after you and hyuntak tried dry humping together, his poor virgin self starts to yearn for more, eventually leading to an awkward yet sweet and passionate first time. (requested! continuation of forced to be bold)
that night after yours and hyuntak’s first sexual experience, everything went back to normal. you’d been a little worried it might get awkward, after all you’d come all over his jeans, but lucky for you, hyuntak was so blissed out himself, that if anything, it only made him love you even more. you washed up and then cuddled until you fell asleep, smiles never leaving either of your faces.
the next morning though, when you woke up, hyuntak was nowhere to be seen. you looked around the room, confused and still a bit sleepy. this wasn’t like him at all. usually you were the one who woke up first, begging hyuntak to let you slip out of his arms to make yourself a quick cup of tea, only for him to groan and ask for five more minutes and then pull you back in and cuddle you for another thirty.
you reached for your phone, shooting hyuntak a quick text to ask where he was, before sinking back into the bed and properly tucking yourself into the blankets that smelled exactly like him.
you tried to focus on scrolling through tiktok, but none of the videos held your attention. instead, you found yourself fixated on the lingering scent of your boyfriend, memories of last night suddenly resurfacing. you blushed at the thought and squeezed your thighs together in embarrassment.
“just what did you do to me, ’tak, that i’m having such filthy thoughts the moment i wake up…” you sighed, trying to fight off the creeping wave of desire.
however, the universe seemed determined to punish you for whatever reason, because the more you tried to suppress the feeling, the more you ached for hyuntak again.
your thoughts spiraled back to how good he’d looked in front of you, shirtless and sweaty, not bothering to hold back his grunts, his strong, muscular hands firm around your frame, and most importantly how perfect his hard on felt against your core. you felt yourself getting wet all over, which made you groan in frustration, kicking the blankets off once more.
before you could spiral any further, the door suddenly opened, revealing an excited hyuntak. an excitement you didn’t return.
“where were you? you didn’t answer my text! what kind of guy leaves his girlfriend, who he satisfied sexually just last night, all alone in his bed?” you pouted, trying to hide how flushed your face felt and how your need seemed to grow with every second.
hyuntak immediately lifted his hands in defense, a plastic bag dangling from one of them.
“hey, calm down, woman! i went to get groceries. i was gone for like fifteen minutes.” he said lightly as he sat down beside you on the bed. he reached into the bag and pulled out your favorite iced coffee, the one you always liked to get in the morning.
“…you’re forgiven.” you mumbled, cheeks still warm as you took the paper-wrapped drink from his hands and slid the straw between your lips, carefully avoiding his gaze.
somehow, with him sitting right next to you now, you wanted him even more. you hadn’t felt this… desperate yesterday. but the orgasm you’d experienced with him was nothing like anything you’d ever managed to achieve on your own with your pathetic hands.
and well if last night hadn’t been awkward at all, then this moment definitely was. you sat together in silence, the only sound in the room being you sipping your coffee.
however, hyuntak refused to let go of his newfound confidence from yesterday and decided to get straight to the point, clearing his throat.
“but i have to admit, getting you a treat wasn’t exactly, uh… the main reason i went to the convenience store.” he said quietly, scratching the back of his neck.
you looked at him curiously, but the moment your eyes met his, he lost his composure all over again, being the one to shyly avoid his gaze now.
“i— well, uh… i wasn’t really sure how much you meant what you said yesterday, after we, you know,” he let out a dry laugh, trying to hide his nerves. “but i still went and got this anyway…” he reached into the plastic bag once more, pulling out three small boxes of condoms.
you almost choked on your coffee, your own words from yesterday “buy condoms and we can try it tomorrow… that should keep baku off your back.” coming back to mock you in the most hilarious way possible.
you couldn’t help but giggle at how eager your boyfriend was, the sight of it calming you down, especially since you’d been wanting the same thing the moment you’d opened your eyes.
“three boxes? seriously? are you expecting us to go at it like animals in heat?” you laughed, taking one of the packages from him. your eyes scanned the label “xl, ultra thin — more sensitivity, same protection” and you giggled again.
hyuntak just huffed at your words.
“c’mon, you said it yourself that i satisfied you yesterday! what’s wrong with me thinking you might want me to do it again and again, huh?” he shot back, a playful smile on his lips, a faint blush creeping onto his cheeks.
the quiet that settled after his words felt more comfortable this time. your laughter slowly faded, but the smiles stayed.
since your boyfriend had already taken a step forward, you decided it was time to confess something of your own.
“i haven’t been so innocent myself, actually… when i woke up without you, i started to feel lonely and well… needy,” you mumbled, shifting a little closer to hyuntak as you slipped your hands into his. “can you do something about it… please?” you whispered, a sweet, pleading look in your eyes.
it made hyuntak hard almost instantly. he just couldn’t resist you, especially not when you were literally asking for him now.
he took a deep breath before leaning in and kissing you passionately, one hand settling on your hips as your fingers slid up to his jaw. slowly, he guided you onto your back, trailing kisses down your neck. he found your sweet spot right away, the one he knew was especially sensitive, and began sucking on it, marking you without hesitation.
soft moans slipped past your lips, and the sound alone was enough to drive him absolutely crazy for you.
at one point, as he continued to leave lingering kisses and marks along your neck and collarbones, you softly tugged at his hair, making him look up at you.
“’tak… i really need you, please.” you whispered, even more desperate this time.
hyuntak nodded at your words, understanding your cue, as he pulled your shirt over your head, moving fast to the lower part of your body, his hands slipping lower to tug your shorts down as well.
hyuntak smirked when he noticed the damp spot on your underwear.
“seriously? i barely touched you.” he laughed, and you nudged him with your knee as he settled comfortably between your legs.
“as if you’re not painfully hard yourself.” you mumbled, cheeks burning, which only made him grin wider.
“can’t argue with that.” he breathed out as he reached for your underwear, slowly tugging it down.
the bare sight of you knocked the breath right out of him. the smile was wiped off his face instantly as he stared at your poor dripping pussy.
you immediately grew shy under his curious gaze. panicked, you tried to close your legs, but his strong hands shot up right away, keeping them apart.
“don’t…” he whispered, swallowing nervously. as much as this was everything hyuntak could have ever asked for — a pretty girl naked in his bed, wet just for him — he was terrified of ruining it. terrified of not being able to make you feel good, or worse, of hurting you.
“i’m… i’m gonna try something, okay? but if it gets uncomfortable, tell me immediately.” he said softly, looking up at you again. you simply nodded in response.
once he had your confirmation, he lowered his head again and spent a few seconds simply admiring your entrance. you truly were beautiful. all of you.
he tried to recall everything he’d ever seen online, everything he’d ever read, and all the annoying advice his friends had given him about “how to satisfy a woman.”
he started by pressing small, butterfly-soft kisses to your inner thigh, slowly moving higher until he reached your bare pussy again. he dragged his tongue along your slit, focusing on your breathing, your reactions, on what made you moan the most, and then, bingo. your clit.
you immediately yelped his name, your hands flying up to tug at his hair, trying to keep him right where he was.
“t-there… so good, hyuntak.” you breathed out, your heart racing.
he smirked, knowing he was doing something right, and then started sucking on that poor bundle of nerves. sure, he was clumsy and didn’t quite have the technique yet, but with your guidance, he kept getting better by each second.
a few minutes later, though, he pulled away, the sudden loss of pleasure making you pout.
hyuntak took a few deep breaths, your juices still leaking down his chin as he looked back up at you.
“for us to, uh… continue, i’m probably gonna need to stretch you out a little.” he gulped nervously, knowing how much that admission revealed about his preparation, before quickly pushing the embarrassment aside. “it might feel a little uncomfortable, but if it hurts, tell me and we’ll stop, okay?” he asked again. you smiled softly at his attentiveness.
“sure, ’tak. i trust you.”
he smiled back, then turned his attention to your hole. slowly, he slipped one finger in and the sensation immediately felt strange. it didn’t really hurt, but compared to your own fingers, hyuntak’s were bigger, and it felt noticeably different.
your breath hitched as he used his thumb to circle around your clit. you threw your head back, mumbling incoherent words that hyuntak took as a sign he was doing well. after a few more seconds, he added another finger, stretching you further and moving them in a new found rhythm. the fact that you were getting more and more wet with each passing second made it easier for him, the odd feeling quickly melting into overwhelming pleasure.
“hyuntak, this is… oh my god.” you whispered, looking down at him. the sight of his muscular hand disappearing into you only made you blush harder. “can you… go faster? i—i think that i’m close.” you moaned, biting your lower lip to keep anything louder from slipping out.
“y-yeah—” hyuntak cursed under his breath when he heard his voice crack, immediately swallowing and forcing it deeper. “i mean, yeah. of course.” he breathed out.
he started moving his fingers faster in and out of you, his thumb circling around your clit in sync.
it took only seconds before your body began to shake. you gripped the bedsheets beneath you, and with a loud moan, you came all over his fingers, orgasm even stronger than the one you’d had yesterday.
silence settled between the two of you, the room filled only with the sound of you trying to catch your breath.
then you looked at hyuntak. your flushed, satisfied expression, the wetness coating his fingers… he felt his cock twitch in his pants at this ungodly sight.
“thank you, ’tak… that was incredible.” you whispered, using what little strength you had left to sit up and lean in to kiss him.
he kissed you back immediately, deepening it, before you pulled away just enough to murmur, “can you… undress now? i want to take care of you too…” your trembling lips pressed soft kisses to his cheek, then his neck.
goosebumps spread over hyuntak’s skin as he nodded, hurriedly stripping off the clothes that had been suffocating him the entire time.
you watched with your mouth slightly open as he discarded the last piece of clothing, that being his boxers. you weren’t sure what to feel. you were excited, and the longer you looked at his aching member, head red and leaking, the more you wanted him inside of you. but at the same time, you understood that hyuntak hadn’t bought the xl pack of condoms just to make you laugh. he really was… well, big. a bit of anxiety crept in, making you wonder whether you’d even be able to take all of him.
“take a picture. it’ll last longer.” he teased when you kept staring, making you roll your eyes.
“i’m not sure. considering how many packs we have, i think the live view is what’s actually gonna last longer.” you teased back, earning a laugh from him.
now, with both of you naked, you once again weren’t exactly sure what to do. you didn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of him. you really wanted this to be… perfect.
after another beat of silence, you leaned into hyuntak and kissed him, which he returned immediately. there was never an instance when hyuntak wouldn’t kiss you back.
as you made out, you slowly moved your hand toward his cock. the moment he felt you touch him, his breath hitched and he moaned against your lips.
you began moving your hand along his shaft, and after a few seconds, hyuntak pulled back slightly, resting his forehead against yours.
“c-can you squeeze the tip? please…” he breathed out desperately, and you did as he asked.
he yelped and groaned, just as shameless with his sounds as he’d been yesterday, and somehow that only made you feel even more wet, if that was even humanly possible at this point.
after stroking him a little longer, you took a deep breath and shifted away slightly, making room as you leaned down.
hyuntak opened his eyes in shock when he realized what you were about to do.
shy and unsure, you took his cock into your mouth, and it took all of hyuntak’s composure not to cum the moment he felt your soft lips around the tip of his cock, your tongue circling around his length.
of course, you couldn’t take all of him in without gagging, especially since it was your first time, so you continued stroking where your mouth couldn’t reach.
you were worried that not being perfect might upset him, but when you glanced up at hyuntak while you continued sucking on him, the look on his face was one of pure bliss.
relief washed over you as you kept going, but after a minute or two, you felt his strong hand in your hair, gently pulling you away.
confusion immediately set in.
“d-did i do something wrong?” you breathed out, saliva smeared across your lips.
“no—no, fuck… that was the best.” he reassured you quickly, a gentle smile on his face. “it’s just… if you keep going, i’ll finish, and i don’t want to… finish before the, uh… you know.” you smiled at that, nodding in understanding.
the both of you took deep breaths, your eyes briefly flicking to the box of condoms resting on the nightstand.
“you… you can lie down. i’m going to take care of you.” hyuntak said softly, kissing the corner of your lips as he reached for the box.
“okay. i love you.” you whispered into the kiss as you settled back against the sheets.
“i love you too.” hyuntak smiled. he took a condom from the box and clumsily slipped it on.
he leaned over you, pressing gentle kisses all over your face. one hand held his weight above you, pinning it beside your head, while the other guided his cock towards your hole.
“i know i said this multiple times today, but—”
“‘tell me the moment it gets uncomfortable’ i know.” you cut in with a soft laugh. “it’s hot how caring you are.” you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.
he kept kissing you as he finally pushed in.
your breath caught in the back of your throat as a sharp, burning pain shot through you.
hyuntak noticed the tears gathering at the corners of your eyes and immediately kissed them away.
“it’s okay. you’re doing so well. i’m not gonna move until you’re ready, okay?” he reassured you, though the worry in his eyes was impossible to miss. he hated that you were hurting, while he struggled to contain how good it felt for him. the way your gummy walls wrapped around him made it hard to hold back, but your comfort mattered more to him than anything else.
after a few minutes, you finally got used to his length.
“o-okay… you can move.” you whispered, and slowly, hyuntak began to move in and out.
the pressure soon started to feel good. it didn’t burn anymore. instinctively, your hand drifted to your clit, chasing that familiar high again.
“feeling good?” hyuntak smirked, looking down at you.
“so good…” you moaned, throwing your head back and giving him access to your neck.
he littered it with lingering kisses, his hand finding its way to your chest. he squeezed, kissed, sucked at your hardened nipples, like if there was any place he’d be happy to die in, it would be there.
soon enough, his rhythm started getting sloppy, each thrust harder than the last.
“you feel so good… you’re so good to me, so good…” he moaned.
you combed your fingers through his hair, trying to respond, but all that came out was an incoherent mix of moans and breathless praises meant just for hyuntak.
suddenly, he started thrusting really fast into you and after a few seconds, he finished with a loud grunt.
the moment he came, he carefully settled on top of you, all the strength leaving his body, replaced by pure euphoria.
the sound of skin slapping skin faded, leaving only the two of you catching your breath, sweaty bodies tangled together.
“so… how was it?” hyuntak asked after a few seconds, looking up at you with a grin.
“do you really need me to tell you?” you laughed.
he shifted off you, slowly pulling out before lying down beside you and pulling you into his chest. he took off the condom, tossing it into the bin next to his bed, then let you nuzzle closer to him.
“do you want me to get you some water? maybe run you a bath? anything for you.” he said softly, kissing the top of your head.
“i just… want to stay like this for now. for a few minutes.” you smiled, and he couldn’t help but smile just as wide.
“of course. can’t say no to that.” he laughed.
“thank you, ’tak… for being gentle and… for someone with no experience, really good.” you giggled. “now i’m curious what you’re gonna say to baku, though…”
hyuntak groaned at the mention of his friend.
“don’t even start…”
you giggled at his frustrated reaction, his temper getting the best of him even in the post-sexual glow.
sure, your first time with hyuntak was a little awkward, but it was everything and more that you could’ve ever hoped for.
fin.
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the notification on your phone made you groan. your period was about to come.
you hated the thought of having to suffer trough the intense pain in your lower belly for 7 days straight again.
but thankfully, your boyfriend didn’t care at all.
he knew a menstrual cycle was a normal thing for women, he didn’t get why would he need to be grossed out by it.
sieun was also very observant. he noticed the mood swings even before your menstrual cycle began. the way you got more grumpy, even the way you were a lot more hungry than usual.
one day, when you were staying over at his place, the sound of you turning in his bed again for the 10th time for the past 5 minutes made him speak up.
“you’re on your period?” he asked lowly, not ashamed of it at all compared to you.
“how did you know?” you whined softly from his bed, lying in a questionable position in order to make your cramps calm down for at least a minute.
“you’re not being subtle,” he reasoned. he turned to look at you, taking in your uncomfortable position.
you looked away in embarrassment, the blush creeping up on your cheeks.
he only sighed. “do you need anything? painkillers, tea?”
“yeah… please.” you gave in, the thought of making your pain disappear more appealing than anything else at the moment.
even in the awkward moment, your heart warmed at the way he didn’t get grossed out by the fact you were bleeding.
because for him, it was normal.
…
AHN SUHO ✶⋆.˚
3 AM.
is what the digital clock on his nightstand showed.
you were currently wide awake, staring at the ceiling for almost half an hour now.
you were cramping badly, shifting carefully so you won’t wake him up.
you wouldn’t want to deal with your stubborn cramps at this hour of night with him anyway.
but surprisingly, even if he was a heavy sleeper, he was aware of every single move you made.
when he had enough, his sleepy voice filled the room. “you alright?”
you got startled a little by the unexpected surprise, turning around to see him in the dim lighting of his room.
“i’m okay,” you lied, watching him crack one eye open. “go back to sleep.”
he only watched you silently, seeing right trough you.
either you weren’t good at lying, or he was good at reading people. maybe both.
“you’re not,” he said as if it was obvious and propped himself on his side to look at you properly.
“i just can’t sleep,” you replied. you didn’t need to say the reason, because he seen the way your palm landed at your lower belly, seeking warmth.
he realised what was going on right away.
he sighed to himself at your stubbornness. he opened his arms to you, inviting you into his warm embrace. “come here.”
you gave in, relaxing and taking in the warmth of his body. it made you sigh in relief.
“you could normally tell me, you know,” he scolded you, but it didn’t carry any actual weight.
with that, you managed to finally fall asleep with the help of your lovely boyfriend.
…
OH BEOMSEOK ✶⋆.˚
“are you kidding me?”
beomseok turned around to your voice coming from your bathroom
“is everything okay?” he raised his voice with concern, wondering what is happening.
he heard you sigh behind the closed door. “just got my period.”
he froze, feeling a blush creeping up on his face.
it’s not that he found the menstrual cycle embarrassing, but he never experienced a woman having a period around his presence before.
he panicked silently, wondering what should he do to help. “… is it bad?”
“yes! i thought that it was supposed to start tomorrow!” you complained from the other end, hearing you turn on the shower.
and because he felt really bad for you, he searched for any tips to make you feel better.
when you finally emerged from the bathroom, a table full of supplies waited for you.
a heating pad, some tea, painkillers and a blanket.
you turned around to see your boyfriend impatiently waiting for you to say anything. “is something missing? did i do okay?”
his worry made you smile, when he obviously did a perfect job.
“something IS missing,” you pointed out, making his eyes go wide with worry.
you gave up on that act immediately though. “a boyfriend by my side is missing.”
he sighed in relief, glad that you were just joking. he accepted you by his side immediately, glad that he could make you happy.
even if you were cramping and probably change your mood later. you still were his to take care of.
…
GO HYUNTAK ✶⋆.˚
you were currently lying on the couch, watching some trashy show you randomly put on with your boyfriend beside you.
his arm was wrapped around your shoulders, making you lean into him however you wanted.
you usually loved his presence. but right now, the cramps in your lower belly were insufferable.
you tried not to shift as much to not make him suspicious of anything.
but this man notices everything. than pisses you off every single time.
"can't get comfortable?" he questioned, his voice calm mixed with that light teasing.
but he shifted a little himself, caring about your comfort.
you hated speaking about your period with a man.
but he was your boyfriend after all, you could trust him, no?
you can totally embarrass yourself in front of him, it's okay.
"... i'm cramping," you admitted shyly, thinking he will catch on.
he didn't.
"where?" he questioned again, genuinely confused.
his eyes were filled with that silent, soft worry. something he would never admit out loud.
you sighed in disbelief, finding the guts to just spit it out. was this man playing dumb on purpose?
god, he was really stupid sometimes.
"i'm on my period, gotak," you explained, watching your boyfriend's eyes widen softly in realisation.
it's not like he didn't heard of it before. he wasn't dumb.
"ah... okay," he voiced, taking it in. he never took care of a cramping woman before, but what could be so hard about it?
"do you want to lay down, or...?" he requested, trying to learn what makes you more comfortable.
when you did lie down, his hand landed at your lower back, bringing the needed warmth and satisfaction without even knowing.
and as he managed to lull you into a nap in his arms, he quietly searched for tips to make period cramps hurt less.
because he always wants to be the best for you.
…
PARK HUMIN ✶⋆.˚
you were sitting at the bleachers, watching your boyfriend sweat his ass off trying to make as many hoops as possible.
the cramps were unmistakable. same with your starting headache.
you already drank gallons of water, but your body still decided that you were dehydrated.
your boyfriend, oblivious to your pain, ran towards you with the biggest smile on his face.
as if his life was all sunshine and rainbows while being with you. which was true.
“y/n-ssi! did you see that? i made twenty…” he thought for a second, forgetting the amount. “twenty something hoops in a row! are you proud?”
you chuckled softly at your boyfriend’s enthusiasm, making your head ache. “i am.”
he beamed, taking your hand and yanking you up. “come on, let’s go play!”
you winced in pain, stopping him. “i can’t,” you declined his request, making him look back at you.
“why not? don’t be lazy—“
“i’m cramping,” you confessed, watching baku process your words. “i’m on my period,” you added for a more clear explanation.
his expression changed quickly from confused to super guilty.
“ah, i’m so sorry jagi!” he apologised, making you sit back down. “i feel super bad. are you okay? did i hurt you?”
he never failed to make you smile. he was just hilarious.
“i’m fine humin,” you reassured him. “just be more gentle next time.”
“YES MA’AM!”
that same day, he ran a hot bath for you two as an apology.
worth it.
…
SEO JUNTAE ✶⋆.˚
you were all hanging out at baku’s dad’s restaurant, everyone enjoying their food which they didn’t need to pay for.
you sat at the corner, your hand pushing into your lower belly to stop your heavy cramps.
you always had painful periods. you always suffered from the first few days.
your boyfriend didn’t really seemed to notice anything, until he saw your uncomfortable expression on your face.
he hated seeing you in any kind of pain.
and yes, he knew you were on your period. he secretly downloaded an app to log in your period and see the predictions for the next month.
but he never told you. he’d die with embarrassment if you, or anyone else, ever found out.
when you all were leaving home for today, he took in your tense posture, like you were really hurting.
“are you cramping?” juntae asked carefully, checking in with you.
you sighed, nodding. “yeah… it’s really bad again.”
he frowned, hating to see you so sad.
“well, i heard that ginger tea helps a lot. if you want, we can go to my place so i could make you some…” he suggested, wanting to make you feel better.
at least a little.
“oh, really?” you replied in surprise, trusting him with anything he said. “that would be nice.”
he showed a soft smile, appreciating your presence. “okay, let’s go.”
on the way to his house, you praised him about how good he is at healing people.
he beamed.
it also turned out that his ginger tea rumour was true. it made you sigh in relief when the cramps started to go away.
he was just like a personal nurse.
…
GEUM SEONGJE ✶⋆.˚
the first thing he saw when he came down to the alley was you, slouched on the old couch, looking like these were your last moments.
you had you knees tucked close, scrolling on your phone with an expression that told him enough about your miserable mood.
he slouched down next to you, giving you a glance.
“someone’s looking miserable,” he didn’t fail to mention, lighting up a cigarette.
like always. does this man even breathe normal air?
“thanks for pointing that out,” you grumbled back with sarcasm, staring into space as you held your lower belly.
he noticed. of course he did.
but he always liked to play with you a little. “care to explain?”
you gave him a look, knowing where this is going.
but right now, you weren’t in the mood to argue back. and he knew that.
“yes, i’m on my period,” she admitted, rolling her eyes in embarrassment. it earned you a smirk from him.
you’d think this man would be grossed out by it.
he wasn’t. that’s just immature.
he let you suffer there, the silence stretching.
but as he gave it a thought, he finally patted the spot next to him.
“come here before i regret it,” he demanded, his voice a little softer than usual.
you obeyed, leaning into his side.
without any permission, his hand landed at your lower belly, giving you the warmth your body needed.
for the rest of the evening, you stayed like that, watching him play some trashy game on his phone.
I was hoping you could write the whc boys mistaking a burn mark (from like a straightner/curler or smth) for a hickey on reader🤍🤍
when the whc boys mistake a burn mark for a hickey !
summary: when your boyfriend notices a mark on your neck, he tries to comprehend what he's looking at, surely it can't be what he thinks it is.
an: i feel like baekjin's might be slightly ooc ?? i made him a bit softer than he usually is, but oh well ! also beomseok's && gotak's are a little angsty my bad.
.ᐟ YEON SIEUN
he sees it almost instantly, ever the observant boy it's the second thing he notices after your giddy smile that you send his way when you catch sight of him waiting at the school gates for you. you lightly berate him for waiting so long for you in the chilly morning temperature without a jacket, but he brushes off your concern with a dismissive shrug of his shoulders. he's just about to turn and begin making his journey towards the school building, when his movements halt almost comically fast.
his eyes are zoned in on your neck, and his hand is reaching out to gently push your hair behind your ear for a clearer view. you notice the expression build up on his face that is usually void of any emotion, he looks at you like he's both unimpressed and confused, quickly questioning you about what he's just discovered. you're lost for a second, trying to understand what he's talking about when your brain catches up with what he could possibly mean.
you quickly explain what he's looking at, wanting to prove your innocence before his mind wanders to the worst place. you'd burnt yourself on your hair curler the night before, wanting to give yourself a confidence boost when you woke up for school the next morning but you'd harmed yourself before you'd even had chance to curl the first section of hair. "apparently i can't be trusted with a hair curler even though i'm old enough to drive a motorcycle."
he eyes you for a second, just watching your demeanour. you'd never given him a reason not to trust you, and with how you stood beside him with the smile still beaming from your face, no signs of panic over him noticing the mark, he knew for definite you were telling him the truth. so with a sigh that said 'this girl is going to be the death of me', he turned again to continue walking towards the school building.
"let's stop at the pharmacy on the way to cram school and get some soothing gel, it'll help it heal faster"
.ᐟ AHN SUHO
doesn't notice it at first, he's too busy serving customers and wiping down tables whilst you sit in the corner of the restaurant and wait for his shift to be over. it's not until you remove your hoodie, having grown too hot due to the frequent large mass of customers constantly cooking their food at the tables around you, that the mark became visible to suho who had been secretly stealing glances at you every chance he got since you'd arrived three hours earlier.
a slam on the table makes you jump, having been too focused on the reels bar of your instagram account to realise suho had approached your table and had now just slapped the table in protest. he points at you with one hand whilst the other remains flat on the table, demanding you tell him who gave you that hickey because 'he knows it wasn't him'.
you think he's just being silly at first, being used to his strange sense of humour that involved him randomly starting fake arguments with you just to try and make you laugh. but then you notice the very serious frown and the furrow of his brows as he stares down at you, and suddenly you're reaching up to touch your neck in an attempt to figure out what he's talking about, the familiar sting and itch when your fingertips brush the burn clears up any confusion.
you consider teasing him, throwing a 'oh that was my other boyfriend' out, but you know for once suho is not in the mood for jokes, so instead you tell him the truth. you explain that you had gotten distracted by a notification that had popped on your phone whilst straightening your hair that morning, in your forgetfulness you'd let your hand relax and the straightener had touched your neck long enough to leave behind a mark you had attempted to soothe with a wet cloth.
you're unsure if he believes you or not, the frown eases but he's still looking undecided, it isn't until you say, "when would i have time to let another guy suck on my neck suho, seriously? i'm literally always with you." that he finally eases up, realising you're right. his shoulders drop and he stands to his full height, letting out an exaggerated deep breath of relief.
"i almost had a heart attack, thought you'd been two timing me. ah, i need a drink after that, you're paying."
.ᐟ OH BEOMSEOK
in my opinion, beomseok would probably be the most insecure of all the boys when it came to things like this so he's instantly assuming the worst, already totally convinced he's just accidentally come across evidence of your infidelity. doesn't know what to do with the information at first he just stews in his own self doubt for a day or two, trying to figure out what he did wrong for you to go behind his back with someone else.
his low self esteem soon turns to anger that's directed unfairly towards you, he'll approach you after school and finally reveal what he saw and accuse you of being a cheater, calls you a few degrading names infront of passerby's which has your cheeks burning in shame and your eyes getting glossy, you don't recognise the usually timid, sweet boy stood yelling at you right now.
when you realise he's jumped to these conclusions because of the burn on your neck, you call him an idiot and tell him you refuse to talk to him whilst he's too busy trying to self sabotage. you rush home before anyone can see the tears fall, leaving him behind in the mess he had created. you don't talk for another week, avoiding him as much as you can during school hours and declining any invitation from suho, sieun or yeongi to come hang out during the evenings, not wanting to be around the boy who had so easily shamed you in public for something you didn't even do.
you're eventually forced to reconcile when suho complains (loudly) about how fed up he is with having to split his time between the two of you, he demands you either break up and remain civil for the sake of the friendship group or kiss and make up and put this all behind you. surprisingly it's beomseok who makes the decision for the two of you, he comes to you with a heartfelt apology and a promise to do better, a promise that he'll communicate with you from now on instead of letting the callous voices in his head win, he just doesn't want to lose you.
"please, yn. you're one of the few good things in my life, please don't let my own ignorance be the reason i lose you. i'll never let something like this happen again."
.ᐟ BAKU
he looks like a wounded puppy when he notices the mark on your neck, runs a hand through his hair in sheer frustration, wondering where everything went wrong, what made you feel like you had to seek out affection elsewhere. he gets all quiet, a stark contrast to the boisterous baku that every eunjang student knows and somewhat loves (he can be very overstimulating for a lot of people).
you didn't actually notice his change in demeanour at first, when you arrived at school he was the happy-go-lucky teen you'd fallen in love with many months ago. then when class started you were so focused on studying the material for the upcoming mock exam in two weeks that you didn't pay attention to the decline in your boyfriend's mood. he had turned to you with the intention of making a joke about how the headteacher had managed to put the nerds (sieun and juntae) in one class, and the cool kids (yourself, him and gotak) in another. though the playful dig at his friends died on his tongue when he saw your neck.
you'd shoved your hair into a claw clip when you grew sick of it getting in the way of your focus, meaning your whole neck was on display for everyone to see. the mark was vibrant in colour, hard to miss. you remained oblivious to the self deprecating thoughts swirling around in baku's head for the next few hours, your hair had been released from the clip as soon as class had finished, preventing any of your friends from calling you out for what could only be assumed to be a hickey, which delayed the process of revealing the truth to not only them, but humin too.
it was just before you returned to class for the last hour of the day that you finally picked up on the gloomy frame of mind baku had found himself lost in, and you quickly questioned it. he attempted to brush you off, believing that if he told you the truth, you'd tell him he was right, and then that would be the end of your relationship. he wanted to postpone the heartbreak for as long as he could. but you didn't buy that he was 'just tired from all the equations this morning' and he was soon forced to confront his nightmare.
he almost cried from the joy that washed over him when you told him what the mark actually was, just a burn from the 'stupid' hair straighteners you had used this morning. he didn't doubt your story for a second, knowing you frequently straightened your hair. he wanted to slap himself for not figuring it out himself earlier, he could've saved himself a lot of depressing thoughts.
"why didn't i think of that? you're too in love with me to look elsewhere. maybe gotak is right, i really am an idiot."
.ᐟ GOTAK
like beomseok, this hothead is quick to jump to the worst explanation possible. but instead of letting it stew in his mind and losing sleep over what he believed the mark was a result of, he's eager to confront you then and there, wanting an immediate answer and reasoning for your betrayal. the second you're alone, with the rest of the guys heading home after shooting some hoops after school, he's interrogating you like he's already decided you're guilty.
it's entirely unfair the way he lashes out on you, hands moving in an aggressive manner as his words hit you like a slap to the face, not giving you a second to defend yourself and reveal the truth. finally, when his face burns red and his chest heaves from the lack of oxygen he consumed during his ramblings and accusations, he quiets but by now you're at a loss for words. you don't know whether to laugh or cry, to comfort him or scream at him, run away or solve the problem you had been presented with.
eventually, you grab your phone from your pocket and show him the video that revealed the truth. the video was of you, with your phone held high and angled down whilst you smiled into the camera, your best friend behind you clearly working on curling sections of your hair, noticing the camera on her she grew distracted by pulling a face into the device, resulting in her accidentally pressing the curler into your neck. the video had meant to be posted to your social media, a cute video of you and your friend spending some time together, but as it ended with a yelp from you, followed by a few curse words, you'd let it sit in your camera roll instead.
when the video ended, you weren't even given time to look to see the guilty expression on gotak's face because within a second he'd wrapped his arms around you and brought you into his chest, a long spew of apologies now replacing the earlier allegations as he squeezed you as hard as he could. you didn't reciprocate the hug, instead opting to question him with, "why didn't you just ask me gotak? that's all you had to do." he knows you're right, and that's what makes him the most ashamed.
"there's no excuse for my behaviour, i hate that i act before i think sometimes. come back to mine and let's talk this out properly, please?"
.ᐟ SEO JUNTAE
with juntae, i feel like he would never even consider the possibility of it being a hickey in the first place. not because he is some inexperienced, nerd who is too goody-goody to even think about something as intimate as leaving love bites behind on their partner, but because he knows in his heart of gold that you wouldn't even for a moment think about going behind his back to commit such a deceitful act.
so when he sees the fresh burn mark from your early morning struggle with your hair straightener, his mind scrambles together all kinds of awful scenarios in which you came to harm. his face crumbles as worry pushes to the forefront of his emotions, and his grip he has on the straps of his backpack tightens tenfold. he becomes antsy on his feet, anxiety coursing through his veins which pushes him to ask what happened, expecting a horror story.
when you simply describe how you'd let your mind wander whilst you straightened your hair this morning, he feels nothing but relief knowing that you had only come to harm because of your own silly mistake, and that it was not down to the hands of anyone with sinister intentions. he laughs nervously, getting a closer look at the reddened blister with a plan already set in mind to pick you up some cream that will alleviate any pain you'll get throughout the day from the self inflicted wound.
he knows that is all he can really do to help, and wanting to be a great boyfriend to you, you won't be able to stop him from paying for the cream (or the cold drink and snack he buys you too) no matter how hard you try. he remains stubborn, not letting you convince him you can buy it yourself, that you don't need him to spend his money on you when it's your fault you're suffering in the first place.
"if i could take the pain from you and deal with it myself i would, but unfortunately that's not possible, so please let me do this for you, you can owe me one if that will convince you to let me do this."
.ᐟ GEUM SEONGJE
seongje has seen burn marks before, he's even had the distaste of dealing with them on his own skin with the amount of violent encounters he's suffered through, and the many times he's been messing around with his lighter with no care for his own safety. so he knows what he's looking at, he just wants to hear it from you, a confirmation to put his mind at ease.
he'll prod the mark with the tip of his pointer finger, purposefully putting enough pressure on the burn to make you jolt in shock at the sudden burst of pain. you whine out his name, whacking his chest in irritation that bubbles up further when he laughs in amusement at your predicament. he asks what happened, and you tell him you had a fight with your hair curler, he takes note of that fact that your hair is in fact curled loosely today.
he'll act indifferent with a shake of his head, moving on to light up a cigarette and you think that's the end of it. that is until seongje rises from his seat and begins rooting through draws, clearly looking for something specific. a few seconds (and a few curses) later, something is thrown at you with gentle force, the item bouncing off your thigh and landing in the empty space beside you. you pick it up and read the label: soothing gel for burns. "for later, when it starts to itch." is all he says. a warmth spreads inside you, the good kind this time, the small act of kindness proving to you that your boyfriend does actually care about you, no matter how hard he attempts to uphold an apathetic facade.
more time passes, and seongje watches you as you return to your book completely unaware of the now not so wholesome thoughts taking over his mind. seeing you with the mark, that so closely resembles something that seongje has given you so many times before sparks a new idea of a way to pass time. he slides beside you on the couch, his thigh touching yours, nothing out of the ordinary until he's leaning in so close to you that you can feel his breath on your cheek everytime he exhales. he succeeds in distracting you from your book, and the grin on his face tells you he's up to no good.
"now that i'm thinking about it, when was the last time i gave my girlfriend a physical declaration of my love for her, hm?"
.ᐟ NA BAEKJIN
another one who i feel like is not quick to jump to the idea of you fooling around with other guys behind his back, baekjin is cool headed and knows his partner is mature enough to communicate and/or break up with him if you feel things for another person rather than just jumping straight to cheating. it also helps that he has a large amount of loyal workers who would report to him the second they saw you out with another guy who wasn't him, which hasn't happened.
he doesn't question you about it the moment he sees it, his mind is half occupied with the seemingly never ending issues he's dealing with due to some money handling mistakes made by some of the union boys and before he knows it he forgets about the mark entirely whilst you remain seated just inches away, playing on the ipad he'd bought you to occupy you whilst you waited for your boyfriend to be done with his work. hours fly by, and finally when the clock reads 9:43pm it's time for baekjin to pack up and leave.
ever the gentleman, your boyfriend helps you into your coat without having to think twice about it and it's when doing so that he is reminded of the injury shining on your neck, just above your collar bone. he pauses, and moves to lightly trace the surrounding area, careful to not accidentally touch the actual mark itself. you explain what happened before he questions it, a bug flying past you whilst you straightened your hair this morning startled you enough to make you forget you were holding a scorching hot appliance. baekjin tutted in disapproval of your carelessness, but refrained from scolding you like a child.
instead, in a rare display of public affection (though the only remaining members of the union were out of sight) from the gang leader, baekjin places a gentle peck to the apple of your cheek in response to hearing the story of your courageous battle wound. you figure his ease at doing so is a result of the exhaustion he's feeling from the ongoing late nights and early mornings, but you aren't complaining, especially not when he stares down at you as if you're the greatest thing he's ever seen.
"such a clumsy girl, aren't you? i'll have a look at it before you get into bed, i don't want it getting infected. next time, put the hot iron down before you react to any bugs interrupting your beauty regime, for me."
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