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Hi, I wanted to know if your requests were open ?

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red flags is so good! if possible can you write a bottom reader version?

i’m uncomfortable with it, i’ll pass !

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𝗖𝗘𝗥𝗕𝗘𝗥𝗨𝗦

𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬, 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐜 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞. 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐮𝐬’ 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 “𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡-𝐝𝐚𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤” 𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 kêr 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒐𝒔.

THE GLORY MASTERLIST.

𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐔𝐍

nothing yet.

𝐉𝐎𝐎 𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐉𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆

nothing yet.

𝐇𝐀 𝐃𝐎𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆

nothing yet.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐍

nothing yet.

𝐉𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐉𝐔𝐍

red flags. (♧)

𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈 𝐇𝐘𝐄𝐉𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆

nothing yet.

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red flags.

summary ➳ you’re way worse than yeonjin personality-wise, but jaejun couldn’t care less when you treat him better than she ever did, even when you’re also married and may or may not just be using him.

pairings ➳ jeon jaejun x male reader

warnings ➳ nsfw content, foul language, top!reader, bottom!jaejun, probably ooc jaejun, infidelity, mafia!toxic!reader, consumption of nicotine and alcohol, marking, possessiveness, unprotected sex, rough couch sex, pet names, choking, overstimulation, dacryphilia, shotgunning, cock warming, sir kink, jealousy, brief burn kink, mentions of murder, manipulation

author’s note ➳ toxic reader >>>>>> toxic characters

MINORS DNI !!

The scent of sex and alcohol combines together in the dimly lit room, orange hues casting shadows on furnitures as the sound of gasps and whimpers fill the arousing atmosphere. Two shot glasses and a bottle of whiskey as expensive as diamonds laid on the table, now entirely ignored by the sole persons who had previously been drinking it to no end. Photographs, which seems to have been taken in secret, scattered alongside them in random orders; one in particular captured Park Yeonjin entering Siesta Luxury Shop.

“Stay still, ‘jun. Wouldn’t want me to get more angry, do you?” You ordered, lowly and warningly, gripping the trembling man’s hips with one hand and narrowing your eyes.

Jaejun shakes, gasping when you forced him to properly sit on your lap, prepped hole stretched to the brim and completely filled by your thick and long cock. He leans back on your chest and holds both of your thighs in a death grip, biting his lower lip to contain himself from moving. You hum quietly in a pleased manner against his ear that had him nearly squirming, throwing his head back to rest it on your shoulder and revealing the hickeys littered around his neck.

Your hand that was previously on his hip moves up to trail your fingers against the purple bruises and love bites you created yourself, amusement glinting in your eyes when he shivered. “You look really pretty all marked up like this. Perhaps, you could go out with your little friends sometime with all these visible so they’ll know just who exactly you fuck behind their backs.” The humiliation in your tone makes Jaejun flush as a quiet whimper escapes his throat, trying to hide his red face by burying it on the crook of your neck. The lack of his usual arrogance and cockiness gives you a surge of pride and ego, striking you further with arousal and lust.

Jeon Jaejun was by all means not a man without power. He’s always got the upper hand, whether in business or personal matters, and didn’t like having no control over the people or situation itself. He’s been an influential figure since he was young, growing up with golden spoon being fed to him by his wealthy parents who couldn’t be bothered to teach him basic human decency, which build him up to look down upon those who didn’t get a luxury to be like him. Inevitably, it built an excessive belief within himself that there’s just no one more superior and powerful, that he’d always be on top controlling and ordering people around.

But then, you came in and shattered everything he believed in with just few flicks of your hand.

Park Yeonjin’s older brother who’s got a long history of rivalry with Yeonjin herself, everyone was shocked to find out your influence and power exceeded that of theirs with many successful businesses and connections that goes beyond anyone’s imagination, grinning tauntingly at your own sister and proudly mocking her lack of capabilities in building things for herself without your mother’s help. You were quite the mysterious man, a conventionally attractive individual that had respectful manners and sultry eyes which had an unknown glint that pulls people in. A certain confidence to the way you present yourself, cool and collected demeanour surrounding your every being with pride and ego evident but not too much to appear narcissistic. You give off a high-class, elegant, well-mannered, intimidating wealthy man at first glance with multiple tattoos inked to your skin, several piercings, and a scent of expensive woody cologne mixed with slightest hint of cigarettes.

You’re the type of person who everyone will know at first glance that held a lot of power more than anyone could possibly imagine, your atmosphere giving off a silent warning to those who are foolish enough to even consider you as an enemy. There’s a certain look in your eyes that just intimidates people to submit to your doings, forcibly putting them in their places — below you, that is — and making them stay there regardless of status. You held the lives of those around you in the palm of your hand from how much power you had on society. Terrifyingly, you had done it all by yourself without help from Hong Yeong-ae, which spoke volumes of your capabilities and accomplishments.

It’s simply impossible to have control over you, Jaejun learned it the hard way.

Besides, how could he take it back when it feels utterly good being claimed and controlled by you?

“I— fuck, sir—” Jaejun cursed, feeling desperate for friction when staying still became harder as time pass by. He tilts his head sideways with a moan when you nibble on his jaw, kissing sweetly on the spot before biting down.

“It’s only been fifteen minutes, ‘jun. Quit it.” You mutter against his ear, bringing your hand to press on his stomach that had him twitching and squeezing around you. “Feel that? Got my cock nice and warm in there, doin’ such a good job of it.” You chuckled under your breath and brought a cigarette to your lips, inhaling the intoxicating nicotine.

Tears brim in Jaejun’s eyes due to desperation, eagerly accepting the smoke exhaled from your mouth when you leaned in and closing the distance to taste your lips. You quickly slipped your tongue in his mouth, exploring and rubbing his tongue with yours, making his head cloud with pleasure. He was forced to break the kiss when you suddenly thrusted your hips up and pulled a loud moan out of him, your name tumbling down from his mouth.

“shit, fuck— please,” He pleaded quietly and arched his back to cause a little friction.

You teasingly smirk at him, “I don’t know, love. Should I really fuck you? You’ve already fucked someone else this morning, after all.” Pressing kisses on his bare neck and shoulder, you held him down with one hand to keep him from fucking himself.

Jaejun shakes his head rapidly, “Didn’t— I didn’t even fuckin’ enjoyed it, fuck! Just please please, let me have it, sir.”

You let out a low chuckle, uncaring of his growing urge to pleasure himself, too comfortable with the warmth surrounding your cock. “Why fuck someone when you don’t even enjoy it, then? You and I both know how much you love getting your guts rearranged like a fuckin’ bitch by me.” You brought the cigarette back to your lips and inhaled the smoke, holding it in your lungs for a second before releasing it, the routine feeling somewhat therapeutic.

The male gritted his teeth and grasped your left hand in his shaking one to bite on the ring finger as a slightest bit of rebellion, trying his best to shoot you a glare. “F-fucking asshole… ngh! M’gonna fuckin’ ask you the same.”

There’s jealousy evident in his tone and you glanced down at your finger that he bit, only then remembering the silver wedding ring graciously wrapped around it. “Ahh, almost forgot. Haven’t seen her for a long time, do you think she misses me?” Jaejun bites back a retort at your amused face, knowing you were only saying it to get a rise out of him, yet he still can’t help the prickle of pain that struck his heart and squeezed his chest.

You’re such a fucking asshole, even more than him, and he hated it. But he could never bring himself to despise you no matter what, not when you hold him so dearly every-time you see each other, as if you were married to him.

Your amused expression falls when he doesn’t answer and you thrust your hip up roughly, pulling a startled moan out of him as you grip his jaw in a slightly painful way. “You’re in no place to ignore me, Jaejun. You’re the one that started this in the first place, calling my sister over to your shop when I told you not to. What’s wrong with me talking a little about my wife?”

The displeasure in your eyes make chills run up his spine and causes several apologies to spill from his lips, not wanting to disappoint you more and end up being thrown away for your trophy wife just because he failed to be good. He knew there’s no one better than him out there, but you’re always capable of throwing him away to find someone else that suits your taste more. After all, you only wanted him in the first place because he belonged to your despicable little sister. Even he was not special in your eyes.

Your eyes soften at the small panic in his apologetic voice, sliding your hand up to rest your palm on his cheek instead and rolling your hips to stimulate his aching cunt. Jaejun’s apologies quiet down, whimpering and moaning softly at the pleasure you were finally giving him.

“You’ve got nothing to worry about, baby. m’just pissed it looks like you don’t know you belong to me now.” You nipped at his shoulder before harshly biting down, making Jaejun groan and jerk in pain. You licked the blood that seeped out, your cock twitching inside him at the taste. “You’re already mine, ‘jun. Not Yeonjin’s, and definitely not Hyejeong’s.”

Jaejun trembled at the possessiveness in your tone, whining desperately as his warm hole clamps down on your cock in arousal. It turned him on how tight you had a grip on him, the thought of not being able to escape your hold bringing a new sense of euphoria within his body.

Have you ever even treated your wife this way? Anyone could see in business gatherings how uninterested you are despite being tied down to her, the nonchalance, neutrality in your eyes and certain coldness in the way you speak to her, as if reminding her of her place, putting a clear image in people’s head. Jaejun almost pitied your wife in a way, being married to someone as cruel as you.

You thrusted your hips in an angle that rubbed against his prostate and Jaejun cries out, before you completely pulled out and shoved him down face first on the sofa without giving him time to process. Jaejun’s breath hitches when the smell of nicotine nears him, fear and lust evident in his eyes as he takes in the sight of your cigarette few inches away from his shoulder. He stays still in spite of knowing your intention, breathing hard as excitement rushed through his veins.

“You know this very well, baby. I’ll kill anyone who’d dare steal you away from me,” You grin devilishly and lean down, pulling him slightly up by his throat to expose his collarbones. Jaejun hisses and groans loudly when the cigarette burned his skin, precum leaking out of his cock as he jerked his hips on the rough material of the sofa. “and I’ll kill you if you ever try to run away from me.”

“f-fuck—! jesus christ,” He whimpered, feeling the burn sting and worryingly so fucking turned on by your threat.

Holding his shoulder down with one hand, you slipped your hard cock back into his hole again and shoved it all in without warning, ripping out a loud cry of your name from Jaejun’s throat. “Fuuuuck, so tight.” You cursed, licking your lips before beginning to thrust your cock in and out without waiting for him to adjust.

“w-wait—! I can’t— ohhh, oh my god!” Jaejun grips on the leather couch tightly as he moaned, electricity sparkling in his head and pleasure clouding his mind.

“Your hole’s so tight every-time I mark you up with my cigarette,” You murmured against the skin on his nape. Just as anticipated, your teeth sink in few seconds later to leave another mark that had Jaejun gasping, tightening more around you if that was possible.

“ho— holy shit! aughh—! more, fuckfuckfuck—! please,” He begged while arching his back, which you willingly fulfilled, sharply snapping your hips to assault his prostate and gummy walls.

Jaejun looked so pretty and handsome covered in your marks, countless hickeys and love bites decorating his neck, chest, nape, and back, his black robe deeming useless as it barely hung on his body. He’s nothing but helpless under you; a moaning mess who can’t do anything except take what you give, tears streaming down his cheeks as he attempted to stay coherent. His efforts are useless, of course. He’s already becoming a dumb bitch for your dick.

You slipped your hand to his throat while keeping your pace, grunting in his ear and chuckling breathlessly. “If you want me to get rid of my wife, just say the word and I’ll do it.” You whispered, making Jaejun shiver. “Unlike my bullshit of a sister, I’m not afraid to make you officially mine.”

Your words dig into his brain yet he couldn’t muster up a coherent response from all the euphoria he felt, drool dripping down his chin as all he could do was moan and whine and scream your name. He scratches against the sofa in attempt to ground himself, but failing to do so as your thrusts kept hitting every right spot, his eyes almost rolling back into his skull.

“Can’t speak properly now? Have I fucked you dumb, baby?”

“yes— yesyesyes, fuck, there— fuckin’ good!” Jaejun sobbed, his body trembling.

His tears looked so pretty on his fucked-out face. Jaejun rarely ever cries, and it made you fucking egotistical how you can easily do it with just few thrusts of your hips. His arrogance was your most favourite thing about him, but only because you get to ruin it and reduce him into nothing but your bitch. It’s amusing, really. The humiliation he gets makes him feel so ashamed, but you knew well enough that Jaejun could never handle being away from you. You had him completely under your grasp, all you had to do is just pamper him with affection and whisper love and false promises to his ear.

There’s nothing you love more than having control over Jaejun. How easily he fell into your trap, how he doesn’t realise he was being used against Yeonjin, how putty he becomes in your arms with just few words. You found him foolish yet was addicted to his presence and can’t be bothered to let go. It’s laughable how you feel overprotective of him enough that whoever flirts with Jaejun turns up dead the next day under mysterious circumstances. You had a bit of a problematic habit of burying your enemies to the ground, not like Jaejun even knows.

“fuck, ‘jun…” You groaned, “Whose bitch are you again? Will you remind me, baby?”

“Yours!” Jaejun cried out as he feels his orgasm approaching and intertwines his hand with yours that wasn’t holding his throat, as if not clinging to you would pain him. “shitshitshit, oh my god—! m’yours, fuck! Jus’ yours, sir, promise!” He babbled, mind-fucked.

“Good, you know your place well.” You praised and suddenly squeezed his arteries, making Jaejun gasp as his cock twitched against the sofa, stars sparkling in his vision. “I’m the only one allowed to fuck you like this, hear me? You fuck around again n’ I’ll make sure those losers can’t see a day anymore.” You thrusted sharply and Jaejun sobs. “That includes my fucking sister.”

“oh— aghhnn-! fuck, yes, only you— oh fuck, oh fuck, so close— sir—!” He mumbles, the coil in his stomach tightening. “please let me cum, sir. please, pleaseplease,” He chokes up.

The corner of your lips pull up to form a pleased smirk, tightening your hold on Jaejun’s throat and cutting off his airway that caused him to clench around you and squirm. “Good boy. Cum.” You ordered almost authoritatively, and as if that’s the only push he needed, Jaejun’s mouth fall open in a silent scream as he reached his climax, eyes rolling back into his skull.

You groan at the extra tightness and maintain your pace, helping him ride out his orgasm, Jaejun’s body violently shaking from the immense pleasure with white clouding his vision. Jaejun whimpered your name when you continued to move and peppered kisses on his back. His thighs quivered from overstimulation. He was entirely blissed out, hazy eyes unfocused, soft whines and mewls falling from his lips.

However, the gentle moment doesn’t last long as you pulled your cock almost all the way out and suddenly slammed it all in, Jaejun letting out a startled scream and staining the leather underneath with another rope of white cum.

“We’re not finished,” You whispered darkly against his ear and grinned at his pale face, gripping his hips so tight to leave a bruise. “I haven’t cum yet, dog. It’s rude to finish without letting your owner cum, you know.”

“W-wait— FUCK!”

You shoved him down when he attempted to crawl up, burying yourself deeper into his guts. You licked your lips and propped one of your legs up to prepare for a much better fucking.

“I fucking love you, Jaejun, you know that? So let me use you and make me cum, yeah? Then, you can spend the whole day here with all my cum still inside you. What do you say?”

You really hated vanilla — after all, what’s the point of sex if you can’t use the other to chase your own pleasure?

“……Please.”

You smiled, “Good boy.”

Cigarette in between your fingers and addictive smoke exiting your mouth, you tilt your head with curiosity and observation. The woman before you remain unfazed despite the clear disturbed look in her eyes at your resemblance with Park Yeonjin, the indifference — almost psychopathy — in your emotionless eyes aligning with her memory of the terrible bully. It’s like staring at a ghost that had something inhumane within.

“You must’ve planned this well,” You cast a glance at all the evidence of Yeonjin’s pathetic attempt at keeping her relevance by hurting those below her standard. “The bitch’s hard to keep up with, I can’t say I’m not impressed by your determination.”

Joo Yeojeong, the plastic surgeon that accompanied her out of concern, seemingly looked surprised by your antagonistic attitude to your own blood. Moon Dongeun doesn’t seem to be the case as she barely reacted, probably having already investigated you although it isn’t unknown that you have a personal vendetta against your family member.

You’re quite open to the public of your distaste to your good-for-nothing family, often answering the questions about them with too much passive-aggressiveness that everyone easily caught up on. Simply an outstanding individual that built up businesses from zero all on your own and created great reputation among the best businessmen and women without a single mention of any family member, there were rumours of the possibility that either they’re deceased or you had a fall out, and you took that to your advantage. By laying out warnings that even your family wouldn’t be forgiven had they ever cross you, you established power and authority among many influential figures and anyone alike.

Dongeun has researched you well enough to know hatred wasn’t exactly the word to describe your perspective of Yeonjin. It’s more than distaste, rivalry, detestation, loathe, or anything.

You, quite simply, wanted Yeonjin gone.

Is it psychopathy? Derangement? Mania? Insanity? Not knowing the cause of your behaviour never fails to send chills down her spine, your questionable morals and unpredictability nothing but unsettling and sinister more than your sister’s. Luckily, Yeojeong’s there to keep her nerves at ease.

“I’m not here to chat,” She says, voice wavering.

“Obviously not.” You reply indifferently, crossing your leg over the other and inhaling a smoke, blowing it over your shoulder.

Good manners, Dongeun takes a mental note.

“I’m asking for your understanding in advance,” She stated, watching your nonchalant expression slightly shift as you raise your brows. “I don’t want to run into unpredictable problems while executing my revenge. I know my place, I’ll be unsuccessful if you happen to dislike any other people going against Yeonjin. You’ve got quite the reputation in black organisations.”

She takes out another see-through file and slides it to you across the table, an amused scoff escaping your mouth at the sight of your gang’s symbol — a grim reaper, with snake circling it, holding a scythe — on the upper section of the document. Her investigation skills were impressive, to say the least. No one knows about your side job with an exception of certain people.

Deep, raspy chuckle rumbles from your throat and your companions resisted the urge to shiver. What an odd sight it was, an intrigued grin plastered over your previously blank face.

“Great observation, eh? I’m definitely that kind of type.” You shrug, “But I can assure you, I don’t give a damn about whatever you do to her. I found it ridiculous that she’s become so cocky and self-righteous these past years when Ha Doyoung and Hong Yeong-ae are the only reason she’s still relevant, and the latter’s already losing a thing to be prideful of. Imbeciles like them deserves to be put in their places.”

Yeojeong perks up at that. “Wait, does that mean…?”

“You have my blessing to make Park Yeonjin’s life a living hell,” You smirked.

Dongeun observes your body language; a deeply comfortable and relaxed demeanour with not a single ounce of remorse or guilt that you’re practically sending your own sister to an execution site. “You’re surprisingly easy to convince,” She commented.

Amusement glints in your eyes, almost accompanied by mockery as you chuckled. “Don’t give yourself too much credit, Ms. Moon. I’ve already been making Yeonjin’s life fall apart and I’m allowing you to join in. There wasn’t much convincing.”

“Why do you want Park Yeonjin’s downfall that much?” Yeojeong questioned curiously. “I thought your blood is still your blood even when you don’t see eye to eye all the time.”

You brought the cigarette to your lips and smiled, almost sinisterly, while tilting your head, an unsettling look more clearer in your eyes as you stared into their soul. “I kill people for a living, what makes you think I’ll have mercy on people who had long lost their purpose and significance in my life?”

Dongeun’s hands trembled under the table. Yeojeong swallowed thickly, the serial killer who had ruined his life before entering his mind all of a sudden due to the remote resemblance.

“Oh, I almost forgot.” As if you hadn’t been talking so cruelly about your family, an out-of-place cheerful and friendly grin appears on your face. “Jeon Jaejun is off-limits, Ms. Moon. I couldn’t care less what you do to him as long as he comes back to me alive.” You leaned in and tapped slowly on the photography of Jaejun, eyes trailing across your favourite toy’s feature.

Dongeun paused, remembering the one photograph Kang Hyeonnam managed to capture. You with your arm possessively wrapped around Jaejun’s shoulders as he talked with a certain woman, piercingly staring at her with a clear warning.

“Right, you’re possessive of Jaejun.” She remarked after a while. “If I didn’t know any better, I would say you’re in love with him.”

You let out a laugh under your breath, extinguishing the lit cigarette by pressing it on the ashtray. “Well, he’s quite an adorable dog.” You leaned back on the office chair, “But you’re correct about that.”

“Don’t you think you’re protecting him because you like him?” Dongeun genuinely asked.

The lack of malice in her tone let you know she wasn’t looking down on you, just making an assumption that she thought was possible, which is why you remained neutral in spite of your tendency to get irritated quickly. You feel like you could have genuine conversation with this woman and perhaps, even form an alliance, because not once had she gotten into your nerves this entire meeting. Her well-mannered attitude and calm, sophisticated personality did nothing but please you. It’s actually refreshing to meet someone who isn’t an obtuse fucking asshole that pretends to be something. She’s fearless, of course, but she perfectly knew her place and yours.

“Would you call it protecting when I’m even allowing you to do whatever you please with him?” You fired back, smiling almost genuinely at her. “I don’t care if he comes back to me crippled or blind as long as he’s breathing, because I simply refuse to mind someone else’s business. This is your revenge. I’ve got no plans interfering with something that doesn’t affect me nor my businesses.”

“You didn’t ask me why I’m doing this,” Dongeun wonders out loud. “Did you already know?”

“Of course,” You admitted with a nonchalant shrug. “I already had something planned ahead for the big final revelation of my beautiful younger sister,” You sneered with sarcasm. “But this is much more fitting for her. I have too much things to do to look through your evidence and figure out which ones you haven’t gotten yet, so I’ll just send you everything I’ve gathered myself.”

Slight surprise appeared on both of their faces and they exchanged a glance before Dongeun looked back to you. “That’s… helpful, but in exchange for what?”

You smiled, glad that it’s easy for her to figure out your intent. “Their absolute damnation.”

Dongeun stares at you, feeling the silent threats hanging in the air. Looking at your eyes glinting in mischief was enough; the failure to condemn Park Yeonjin and the others will result in her getting placed in the execution site with them. It was an oath from you to her, that she will gain all of your support in her plans, but can easily lose it once something doesn’t go according to plan.

You flashed a grin at her, leaning on your elbows. “Once everything goes smooth and they’re rotting either in prison or somewhere six feet under, I’ll give you a grace to be on the off-limits list in our organisation. That means you’ll be under my protection and not a single one of my men can harm you, even me.”

“What if you break it?” Yeojeong instantly chimes in, his concern evident for the woman.

“Then, I’ll cut my throat.” You don’t miss a beat to reply, making them widen their eyes. “People like us take deals, promises and oaths very seriously. Breaking them simply makes us a disgrace to the organisation, even the one that built it, so we tend to avoid going against what we initially agreed upon.”

Dongeun goes silent for a moment, contemplation plastered on her face, but gave you a nod afterwards. “That’ll be fine.” Her expression then shifts into a skeptical look, “But wouldn’t it be troublesome for you if Jeon Jaejun finds out you’re helping me?”

Your lips outstretched into a twisted smile that Dongeun and Yeojeong can’t be sure they’ll ever get used to.

“He doesn’t have to — what he doesn’t know can’t hurt him, can it?”

Jaejun would come to you for help, he was adorable like that. He’d tell you about Moon Dongeun and her revenge against him. You just have to pretend you know nothing and take care of him, like you always do, and comfort him — so he would finally realise you’re the only one he can truly rely on. Not anyone, not Yeonjin, but you.

I’m so happy you’ve come this far, baby sis.

You thought to yourself, watching as a servant poured you and your two guests a red wine.

Everything you surrounded yourself with, is mine.

I win again, so I thank you with all my heart.

You’ve always been better than her and it’s going to stay that way, even with her ex-lover.

© ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ғᴀʟʟᴇɴᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀs. sᴛᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ, ᴘʟᴀɢɪᴀʀɪᴢɪɴɢ, ᴏʀ ᴜsɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ғᴏʀ ᴍᴏɴᴇᴛᴀʀʏ ɢᴀɪɴ ɪs sᴛʀɪᴄᴛʟʏ ᴘʀᴏʜɪʙɪᴛᴇᴅ. ᴀsᴋ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛɪɴɢ ᴏʀ ᴛʀᴀɴsʟᴀᴛɪɴɢ.

[hadesrise]

i've got many accounts in tumblr for different purposes so i'll just list it here :

@closedmadness — where i just reblog whatever the hell i want.

@hadesrise — where my writings are for movies / tv series characters.

@arsonyarn — where my writings are for anime characters.

@fallenmonsters — where my writings are for kpop + all of us are dead, boys over flowers f4: thailand, squid game

@bloodyhades — where my writings are for slashers.

i honestly don't know why i had to have separate accounts for different genres, but i needed things to be organized and shit. i'm mostly active here on hadesrise as i haven't stanned kpop, watched korean series, or watched anime in so long.

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What are your other blogs?

hadesrise is where i'm frequently active. there's also arsonyarn for anime and bloodyhades for slashers.

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is anyone active on here??

i guess not, i've been staying in the other accounts a lot.

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dear lord, you made me watch F4 under a day because of that ren fic. WHEN I TELL YOU I ZOOMED TO READ IT OVER AND OVER AFTER I FINISHED THE SERIES. when reqs r over more pls 🧎🏻‍♂️🧎🏻‍♂️🧎🏻‍♂️🧎🏻‍♂️

nO WAY, YOU WATCHED IT BECAUSE OF MY FIC???? I’m touched, man 😭 Glad you enjoyed it!!

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Suhyeok x namra. Au where namra is a siren and suhyeok is a naval officer?

sorry, i don’t do ships :/

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Hiii i just wanna ask if your writing for omegaverse?? Just wanna ask before requesting hihi

for the kpop idols, no but for fictional characters yes :))

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not together.

summary ➳ for four times, you and ren had to shut down rumors of you dating each other. by the fifth time, though, the two of you had to shut it down for a whole different reason.

pairings ➳ ren renrawin aira x male reader

warnings ➳ fluff, angst, foul language, teasing from everyone, best friends to lovers, renrawin aira is hot (as expected), arranged marriage but with consent, tooth rotting sweetness, soft ren, reader being extremely sweet-tooth (always eating sweets), jealousy, mention of same sex marriage not being allowed, insecurity, gender envy (?), drinking, istg it’s happy ending

author’s note ➳ still confused how gorya chose the too many red flags half american dude over the walking green flag ren, but that’s the original plot so it’s not like i can complain. i’d fucking kneel for ren anyday— 🧎🏻

(f/d) = favorite dish. (f/f) = favorite flavor. (y/f/n) = your father’s name.

𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄

Gorya watched you and Ren talk to each other at the second floor of Köcher High’s canteen from the first floor, the two of you sitting on the brown couch that F4 always uses, seemingly minding your own business. However, to everyone witnessing your interaction together didn’t think of it that way.

To them, it looked like you and Ren are in your own world where no other people are visible except the other. Freaking out over things as small as that is quite ridiculous, but Gorya found herself unable to disagree with them, because you really looked like you’re in your own world. Setting it aside, another thing that made Gorya unable to disagree with them was how close you were sitting from each other — Ren’s shoulder was touching yours as he was practically glued to your side, faces only inches away, and not only are both of you unbothered, but even dared leaning in a few times to whisper in the other’s ear when there’s something to say despite the amount of space left to laze around.

Understandably, everyone saw all the whispering and chuckling among yourselves as flirty gestures, which is why none of them could keep themselves from glancing at you two with question after question rising in their heads. Even Gorya, who’s been hanging out with F4 for more than few months now, was questioning your relationship as it seems both platonic and romantic at the same time, and no one could really figure out whether you liked each other or not. She didn’t know if your relationship also confused other F4 members; they were never vocal about their confusion about it.

Gorya was supposed to be joining you and Ren over the couch, but couldn’t make an attempt to walk upstairs and risk herself becoming a third wheel. Your conversation within yourselves is always something that other people doesn’t understand or can’t catch up to — sometimes, you’ll even throw in some inside jokes that left even the other F4 members confused. Everyone who’s around you two feels very out of place despite your attempts at conversing with them as well; you and Ren often holds this silent conversation through eye contact that unintentionally made anyone a third wheel.

It’s better to be alone than be a third wheel to more than friends but less than lovers partners.

Deciding to focus on her lunch instead, Gorya shakes her head at herself for being so curious of your relationship more than she should be and begins to eat in comfortable silence, occasionally stealing glances at the both of you to find you still in your own world. She wondered if you or Ren ever asked yourselves why it’s taking so long for other members to arrive, but then, it wouldn’t be much of a surprise either if you were completely fine ‘cause you’ve got more time to spend with each other without having to pay attention to somebody else. Not that you thought Thyme, Kavin and MJ any less; they’re your best friends and you’ll do anything for them, it’s just that your and Ren’s bond simply cannot be compared to anyone’s.

Squeals erupting from the girls nearby forced Gorya to lift her head up and see what they were freaking out over again, and raised her brows in both surprise and interest when she was met with the sight of Ren gently trailing his hand on your face. Starting from your forehead, slowly down to your eyebrows and tracing them each, then from the bridge to the tip of your nose, to your closed eyes, to each of your cheeks, dropping at your jaw, before going over to trace your lips too. Such a soft yet intimate gesture no friends would ever give each other. At least, not those who consider each other entirely platonic.

Ren had his eyes on you the entire time, following his hand everywhere it went. But everyone in the canteen noticed how he swallowed and flashed them a sight of his wet muscle as he wet his lips when he was tracing your lips, hidden desire flaming in his strong yet tender gaze. You still had your eyes closed, unaware of the boy’s growing urge to kiss you, almost innocent.

When you opened your eyes all of a sudden, Ren forced himself to break out of the bubble of desires he unknowingly surrounded himself in, holding eye contact with you for a few more moments before moving his hand up to ruffle your hair and mess it up in attempt to hide the heat forming on his cheeks. You laughed (not a sound anyone can hear often with your colder than ice personality, mind you. Ren seems to be the only one who could actually make you laugh) and shoved him away playfully, causing the same sound to leave Ren’s lips too. Complains spilled from your pouting lips as you attempt to fix your ruined hair, all jokes and playful, and Ren shakes his head at you with a biggest smile anyone had ever seen him have.

That was an adorable moment, which unfortunately increased the curiosity most people have regarding your relationship. And there isn’t anything wrong with being curious or interested, but sometimes it’s bad to vocalize it because it can break the atmosphere anyone previously had, especially when expressing curiosity about one’s privacy; love life.

“P’Ren, P’(Y/n), are you two dating?”

Gorya wanted to smack the living shit out of the girl who questioned, or moreover, squealed out.

The smile on both of your faces fell almost immediately as you and Ren turn sharply to give her a look, one that Gorya could read as mixture of none of your business, annoyance, who the hell are you?, and read the room. It makes the girl flinch, her previous smile dropping to be replaced by a look of confusion and fright.

The question undoubtedly made both of you annoyed, not because it’s often being thrown at you but because of its irrelevance. Ren didn’t know why people were so curious whether you two were together or not. You didn’t know why they kept asking things that doesn’t concern them in any way. So understandably, you two were annoyed that your only comfortable intimate moment was cut short by just some random chick hoping to get fed with an update to her newly found reality drama.

Neither of you ever responded to the rumors or anyone asking about your relationship before, shrugging them off your shoulders without a word everytime it was brought up, but you couldn’t help but have a say in this moment since the atmosphere you’ve created for one another has been demolished by a complete outsider.

“No, the fuck we’re not. Is that the answer you were hoping for?” You spoke rather rudely, one arm resting on the back of the couch as your other hand was grabbed by Ren to rub it soothingly, in hopes of calming your annoyance down. It did work, but you still had your eyes glaring strongly at the girl.

The whole cafeteria went silent. You’ve only ever been cold yet calm all this time; the one who always outwardly spoke rudely or was in any way aggressive was Thyme out of F4, though he slowly grew softer after meeting Gorya, so seeing you like this intimidated and quite frightened them a lot. Thyme was the only one they feared before because of other members being chill including you, but now, they certainly had you to be afraid of. Thyme’s wrath used to be the worst thing they believed in. Not so much after they saw the clear disdain and irritation in your eyes.

Ren didn’t seem to be fazed by your answer as you turn and lean back on the couch, focusing your attention on his hand squeezing yours repeatedly. A gesture he always used when he wanted you to pay no mind to anyone else but him. You squeezed back without much deeper thought and generally felt a smile appear on his ethereal face, followed by a soft chuckle you got accustomed on hearing over the past years you’ve known him.

Subconsciously, a smile tugged at the corner of your lips as he let go of your hand to grab his sketchpad and pen that were left on the couch by his side the moment you sat beside him. Ren was actually drawing you before your comforting presence joined him, which is why he had been touching your face couple of minutes ago to be able to draw your face better and as perfect as he could. You deserve a professionally and perfectly drawn portrait, not a half-assed shits amateur artists create.

Watching him return to his sketchpad while occasionally glancing up at your face, you shake your head with a smile before reaching over to the table to take a strawberry flavored macaron from the sweets-filled golden plate.

“What was my sweetheart in french again?”

You groaned at the question and leaned back, letting your head drop on the back of the brown leather couch, and stuffed the strawberry macaron into your mouth. “Ren, as much as I love you using french, I’d prefer you using our own language.” Your voice came muffled due to the currently being eaten sweets.

He laughs, “How about Teerak then?”

Holding a thumbs up, you simply worked on chewing and swallowing the macaron without uttering a word.

“Okay. Teerak, it is.”

Ren was glad you pretended not to notice his smile turning into a happy and satisfied grin of getting to write the endearment on the upper side of your portrait he drew, or the fact that he directed it to you.

𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄

Being one of the influential family in Thailand, your parents including you to their business matters was inevitable. You were given the responsibility to handle many of the (L/n) charity events, where you attempt to make improvements regarding any type of issues in Thailand, such as helping PWD get a job easier, donating a lot of things to orphanages, opening a specific hospital for those that lacks financially, signing petitions, helping to create a safe place for people from LGBTQIA+ community— basically doing things other influential people had never done nor considered to.

Your parents only entrusted you with the charity events and gave you permission to do whatever you want as long as it benefitted everyone or even Thailand itself (they made you swear you’re not going to abuse the power); neither of them had let a word slip of what you should or shouldn’t be doing, because they knew better than anyone you’re intelligent enough to have already figured out what to do, they honestly didn’t even have to say a word. And needless to say, you were damn good at everything. You definitely knew what to do for charities — you knew giving money and donating aren’t just what charity events are.

So understandably, you were extremely busy. Sometimes, there are days you can’t even go to Köcher because of anything, everything you were doing and still wanted to do, but the teachers and your friends understood.

Ren understood it more than anyone, as expected, but as he sits with his friends in a restaurant inside the mall they’ve been shopping at non-stop, he can’t help but miss your presence pretty badly. He was sitting beside MJ and Aum while the other four, Thyme, Gorya, Kavin and Kaning respectively in that order, sat on the opposite booth. There isn’t particularly anything to make him miss you so much since none of them thankfully fell into a lovey-dovey act and he hasn’t yet to experience being a fifth wheel, but just seeing F4 with their own lovers did that trick more than it should.

Usually, plastering on a poker face is what Ren is extremely good at. With his calm and collected demeanor, accompanied by the ability to not let his emotions get the best of him, he was practically the master of hiding what he felt behind neutral look and expressionless mask. He was good at pushing his emotions back down and stepping on them, turning them as good as nothing, as if they never once flowed through his body. However, when you’re in the picture, Ren seems to lose his title as the master. Everything he’s been holding back all this time explodes in places, whether it be seen through his eyes, facial expression, body language, or the way he speaks. It’s like your existence is all it takes for his poker face to come off naturally, never sticking back onto his face again as long as you’re near.

It got to the point his usual demeanor collapses just by thinking about you.

No one knows why he seems to be frightened of stepping from the line of friends over to lovers, why you seemed to be terrified of admitting whatever you felt for each other. Perhaps, being inseparable best friends should’ve explained that well more than anything— but really, how in the hell are you two blind at the same time and unable to see the way you behave around each other?

“Here are the beef steak and french fries. We’ll bring the last of your orders as soon as possible.” The waitress professionally informs the group when Kavin and MJ took the served foods from her with polite smiles on their faces, slightly bowing her head in respect before walking away to take orders from another table.

They had been eating and talking for about two hours now, their table littered with many dishes which had been previously ordered the moment everyone settled themselves comfortably on their seats. The beef steak and french fries are two to the last orders they had, Aum digging for the steak almost instantly while Thyme begins to shove one fries after another into his mouth like a child, with Gorya laughing at his childishness.

Ren shakes his head, smile across his lips. He did miss you a lot, but that doesn’t mean he didn’t enjoy being with his friends, especially now that three girls got added to their inner circle (you were already sort of a member of F4 before the whole thing with Gorya). Though, it’ll certainly be better if you were here. A ding erupts from his phone that was resting above the table and Ren doesn’t think for a second to check, eyes brightening immediately after realizing you’re the one who sent a text.

『 How’s the outing going? Hope you’re not having too much fun without me ;) 』

Completely letting go of his emotions, happiness clouds the air around him as he types out a reply, mood striking high off the ceiling and eyes focusing entirely on the screen of his phone. Almost automatically, everyone shifts their gaze towards him in sync at his sudden giddiness and the warmth as well as joy beginning to practically radiate from him. As expected, it was quick for them to figure out you’re the cause behind a sound of notification that almost never goes on no matter the hell Ren was doing.

『 Pretty fun, so far. It feels like something’s missing without you, though. I miss you. 』

『 Miss you too :( Don’t worry, I’ll be able to hang out with you guys soon. I’ll update you every three hours, okay? 』

『 You don’t have to if you can’t. I’ll be fine :) 』

『 I do what I want. You have no say in it, Ren 』

A very entertained and amused chuckle erupted from his throat at your bossy reply. At a time like this when you handle things in your family’s business, you get bossy sometimes without meaning to, but it isn’t the kind that makes Ren annoyed. He found it adorable, actually, since you seem to only boss him around and not anyone else.

His laugh definitely caused a curiosity to rise within his friends as everyone looked at MJ and Kavin nodded his head towards Ren, silently asking him to peek over the phone. The mafia’s son nods in acceptance of his request, slowly but unnoticeably leaning his body on Ren’s direction and tilting his head back a little in effort to read the messages. His eyes quickly scanned the screen before straightening his posture again, meeting their questioning gazes. He mouths your name as confirmation to all of their previous internal guess.

Once it was confirmed, everyone nods in sync with a smile spreading across their faces, except Aum who still wasn’t used to your and Ren’s behavior towards each other. She got added to the inner circle only recently, so there were many questions forming in her mind about this whole friendship as well as Ren’s relationship with you, but hadn’t yet to develop the courage to ask anything in fear of saying something that could offend anyone. She didn’t know the line she shouldn’t cross, being new and all, and it was better to not risk anything than risk anything at all.

As they went back to eating and talking with one another about basically random topics, Ren continues to talk to you through his phone for few more minutes before you had to leave because of another duty. Every single one of his friends, even those who aren’t the closest to him, doesn’t forget to leave him alone all the time whenever your presence is recognized by him in any way, sort of accepting the fact that you always comes first to Ren no matter what.

“What did (Y/n) say?” Kaning vocalizes her question after Ren placed his phone back on the table to continue eating.

Out of F4 and their infamous best friend who never wanted to be apart of them despite being equally close to them, Kaning preferred you the most, even before she met any of you because of Gorya’s description that you were the kindest although your cold demeanor overlooked that. And much to her surprise, you became her boy best-best friend after getting to know each other.

A smile immediately dances across Ren’s lips, remembering your conversation. “He’s still busy, apparently. But he’ll make time to update me every three hours. I said he didn’t have to, but (Y/n) shut me down with his usual I don’t get to have a say in it. Pretty bossy, if you ask me.” He complained, but the look on his face said otherwise.

Thyme chuckled, “You love it when he bosses you around though. Don’t you, you punk?” Playfully kicking Ren under the table, he earns a soft laughter from the said male as Gorya and MJ smiles teasingly at him.

“You don’t have the right to tease me, Thyme. Gorya has you completely wrapped around her fingers.”

The Paramaanantra’s jaw drops at that, eyes widening and seemingly offended, before going through his usual childish denial. “That’s not true! I mean, I do anything for her but I’m not like you who likes being bossed around, I’d rather be the one to boss her around.” He rambled, making Gorya give him a look. “And she does everything I ask so as a matter of fact, she’s the one wrapped around my fingers, Ren. Not the other way around.” Uttering them with absolute confidence, Thyme crossed both arms over his chest as he leans back on the chair, cocky smirk adorning his face.

The others watched in amusement, knowing all too well how Gorya manages to beat him up whenever he got on her nerves. As expected, she rolled her eyes at his cockiness before stomping her foot to step on Thyme’s, causing him to cry out in pain immediately and hold his foot.

“What was that for!?”

“You deserved it, man.” MJ pointed a finger at him with a laughter as if to emphasize his point.

Ren shakes his head at their playful banter, smiling at the waitress when the last of their orders came through. “Uh- excuse me. can I also order a (f/d) with takeout, please?” He ordered without looking back at the menus, almost automatically.

The waitress nods her head. “Shall I include plastic utensils as well?”

“No, no need for that. Thank you.”

Not a question fell anyone’s lips of who Ren ordered the food for as they kept having fun. Even though Aum wasn’t used to the way you and Ren behave with each other, she knew the takeout was for you, since MJ had informed her beforehand that there’ll be times when Ren looks like he treats you more special than them. It doesn’t take a smarthead to realize this is what he was talking about.

Soon enough, their fun afternoon hours near the end as the plates become empty, and all of them eventually found themselves exiting the restaurant with full stomachs, content and happy. Kavin and Kaning doesn’t waste time to hold hands as soon as they got out, being the most affectionate couple.

One of Ren’s hands moved to shove itself into the pocket of his light colored trousers, subconsciously finding the warmth of your hand or your warmth in general, the other holding the takeout. Ren doubts you miss him as much as he does, but comparing it doesn’t really seem like a good thing, since you both missed each other the same. Times like this reminds him of how the two of you act like lovers when in reality, neither of you are brave enough to cross the line of well-developed, healthy friendship. He was afraid of destroying his only comfort zone just because of stupid feelings; losing you will crumble his world down and might pull at his sanity, so it’s way better staying as your more than best friend than becoming a complete stranger.

“Oh, Ren!” His name falling from Kavin’s mouth snaps him out of his plaguing thoughts, and he turns to look at the former playboy questioningly. “Do you have anywhere else to go? We all went to places we wanted, it’s your turn to pick now.”

“Alice in Sweetsland.” The title of your favorite sweets and desserts shop slipped past Ren’s lips before he could process, making even him slightly surprised at how his body seems to have a mind of its own whenever he thinks about you — it just wants to do anything that makes you smile or happy. But then, Ren himself also wants to do that.

Fuck. He really does like you, doesn’t he?

Ignoring the teasing look Kavin shot him at his quick response, Ren calmly proceeds to walk towards the direction of the shop followed by his friends, hearing Thyme’s complains of how his teeth hurts just from thinking about that store because of how the entire place was literally packed with any kind of sweets from all around the world.

As soon as all of them walked past the cutely decorated entrance of the store, they were greeted by a woman dressed in suits. “Mr. Aira, welcome back! You brought your friends today.” She greeted cheerfully with a polite and kind smile. Gorya, Kaning and Aum looks around in awe, suddenly feeling out of place with how expensive everything looked, eyes twinkling brightly due to the sight of many sweets.

“Ah, yes. No (Y/n) for today.” Ren smiled as she automatically takes the takeout from him to place inside a small locker, where all belongings aside from bags occupied the locked sections. He’s been a regular customer since he was only ten years old — his parents allowing him to buy things for you, knowing you love sweets and desserts. They might’ve been aware of his feelings for you too, maybe that’s why they let him spoil you rotten at such a young age.

The woman chuckles, “Sir, all of the sellers are aware that you only come here to buy sweets for Mr. (L/n). That trick doesn’t work on any of us.”

Ren chuckles in response, grabs a basket, before walking at a certain direction to where macarons are, already familiar of what kind of sweets are in every section. Each couples decide to explore the store and find sweets they like, scattering around with a quick wave of the hand, Thyme and Kavin and MJ wanting to buy any for their girlfriends.

Placing the large box of macarons into the basket, Ren moves to the next section where desserts are stored in a plastic cup container, picking out ones you would like. You’re not a picky eater when it comes to sweets/desserts, so he quickly chose five mango graham float and five oreo float as his picks. Walking further, he came across a cookie section, where he takes different kinds of cookies each in a box without looking at the price and place them inside his basket. This — moving from one section to another and set his picks down in the basket — continued on for a while until he settles himself beside Aum, who seemed to be having a hard time choosing a cake.

“You don’t have to think about the price, you know.” Reminded Ren, making Aum shift her gaze to him. “MJ wants you to buy your favorite cake that you’ll enjoy eating. He really doesn’t care about how much it costs.”

She sighs, “I know... I’m just not used to it yet, I guess.”

“Well, maybe it’s about time you get used to it.” He concluded, crouching a little as his finger traced along the glass while picking your favorite flavor. “All of us are kind of the same, we want to spoil our loved ones. Except for Thyme ‘cause he sucks at this.” Chuckling in amusement, he straightened his posture to order the (f/f) cake.

Aum smiles tightly, contemplating whether to ask him or not. Though, MJ told her Ren wouldn’t mind getting any questions, so she pushed the words out of her mouth. “Hey, uh... Can I ask about you and (Y/n)?” She hesitantly begins.

“Sure.” He waved as gesture for her to shoot her question.

“Are you two, like... dating each other?”

Ren paused, only about a split second, and turned to look at her with soft eyes. “No, we’re just... closer than best friends.” There was a hint of pain in his tone, which didn’t go unnoticed by Aum, who looks surprised.

“I thought you two were dating.”

“Yeah, so did everyone else.” A sad smile spreads across his lips. “I don’t think we’ll ever cross that line. I’m not brave enough to destroy our friendship for my feelings, and he only reciprocates how I treat him, not because he feels that way about me too.”

Without thinking further, Aum places her hand on his shoulder comfortingly, a soft smile on her face. “Ren, I know it’s scary, but it’s better to try telling him than regret not telling him. You won’t know what will happen without trying.” She gave him a light squeeze before pulling away and going back on choosing a cake.

Different thoughts filled Ren’s mind, one hand shoving inside his pocket again.

Aum was right, but how was he supposed to do that when there’s a possibility you’ll stop smiling for him — to him, after confessing his feelings?

After receiving the cake she just ordered, the girl gives him an encouraging smile before making her way over to MJ, who was watching their interaction quietly from the side. As much as he wanted to be the one to remind that relief is better than regret, Ren is quite stubborn when it comes to his own feelings; the type who’d rather take his secret to the grave than reveal it at all. Ren needs someone who isn’t the very closest to him, someone who is new yet managed to notice everything that’s going on between you and him.

Aum practically volunteered to be that position.

“He’s afraid of ruining his friendship with (Y/n), but none of us knows what’ll happen until he tries, right?” The girl said, handing the chosen cake to her boyfriend.

MJ nodded with a subtle proud smile spreading across his lips, “Right. I don’t think it’ll take long for him to realize they’re meant to be together, though. The whole universe is practically on their side; only an idiot wouldn’t notice that.”

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐃 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄

Even after it’s been a week and three days since the last you spent time with Ren and the group, you suddenly started to believe taking a break from business and hanging out with them was a bad idea — especially when Ren’s attention is solely focused on the unknown girl as of the moment, as if you weren’t there. Thyme and Gorya keeps glancing at your way worriedly because of the sudden silence that consumed you. It isn’t unusual that you’re quiet; you’ve been like that since you were a kid accompanied by coldness and an intimidating resting bitch face, and you often ignored the people around except F4. But it is unusual for you to be so quiet when Ren is just within your reach.

The girl was a kind person, you can easily see it through her politeness towards everyone and how she treats the servants in this party your parents threw as a way to congratulate you for the success of helping many residents in Thailand. Which is why when you saw signs of her subtly flirting with Ren, such as the light ‘accidental’ touching, the light laughs that sounds obviously forced, the non-stop blinking of her eyes which almost made her look like she got something on them, and the once-in-a-while flirtatious tone she uses to talk, you can’t do or say anything to make her stop. She was a good person, also a kind one at that, and you felt bad about ripping her chance to shreds by interrupting and stealing Ren away.

And who are you to do that, anyway? Best friend? Closest friend? Family friend? Less than lover soulmate? None of them gave you the right to interrupt them.

What hurt you was the fact you can’t help but realize they look good together. They fit well and got along perfectly fine, the girl is as nice as Ren which says a lot, and she was a woman. A woman who’s allowed by your country itself to get married to a man — a woman who’s actually capable of starting a family, if Ren asks for it. If Ren falls in love with her. Everything is a big ifs and whatnot, but you were certain she could make him feel content than you ever could. You were certain he’ll be happy with her, if they end up falling in love with each other.

Your heart ached at the thought, wetting your lips anxiously and averting your eyes from them in a quick motion, instead settling to stare at your half-empty glass on the high rise table. Your parents were considerate enough to prepare ordinary round tables by the dining area and high rise tables and chairs by the bar to fit the atmosphere, knowing you preferred high rise ones when drinking. The high rise tables were big enough for your group, which is how you all managed to sit by one another, but it left an empty seat beside Ren who was sitting in front of you and the girl took that spot since she already knew him.

It’s almost a fucking torture, having to see her flirting with the boy you were crushing on, but there’s nothing you can do.

You fiddled with your hands below the table.

Insecurities begin to bubble within you, an occurrence that always seems to happen when someone’s interested in Ren, especially if that someone’s a female. When it’s a male, you wouldn’t have trouble stepping up and stealing him away immediately, but when a female comes, you always find yourself holding back, overthinking, assuming perhaps Ren liked their attention deep down. Your confidence crumbles until there’s nothing left, self-consciousness starts to haunt you like the Boogeyman, doubt of self-worth boils in your chest. Even though you absolutely liked him romantically, and you’re confident that he could never replace you in his life, the existence of women pulls you down to the mud. It keeps you there, screaming he’ll never like you the way you do, because you’re not a woman.

Ren had never confirmed his sexuality, but somehow, you can’t stop yourself from thinking you’ll never be good enough as long as you’re a man. And it utterly shattered your heart. Made it throb painfully, like it was being crushed with bare hands.

As if that wasn’t enough, the girl uttered a question you heard almost a hundred times before that both you and Ren turned down without much thought. “Tell me honestly, Ren. Are you and (Y/n) dating?”

Ren chuckles, shaking his head. “No, we’re not. You already know we’re just closer than normal best friends.”

His response was what the two of you have been telling everyone all this time and shouldn’t have hurt you that much. However, with all the vulnerability, insecurity, overthinking, self-doubt, overwhelming feelings of missing Ren, and other bunch of fucking bullshit piling up after another in your body, you couldn’t help the sharp inhale of breath when a pain suddenly pierced your chest. Unbelievably, it made the back of your eyes sting too, with tears beginning to well up, slowly blurring your vision. Your lip quivered.

Thyme, who was paying attention to you ever since Ren became busy with the girl, immediately took notice of your state and nudged Kavin with his foot, careful not to touch the wrong person’s. Kavin looks at you when Thyme nodded his head at your direction, and worry clouds his face in an instant. “(Y/n), are you okay?” The former playboy asked in a whisper. Kaning hears it from beside him and peeks to see your trembling form, concern plastering her face.

You sniffled, clearing your throat and blinking rapidly to force the tears back. “Uh- Yeah, yeah, I’m—” A short laugh was forced out of your throat, “Why wouldn’t I be? I just, uh- I think I need a moment alone.” You don’t wait for a response before spinning on your chair and abruptly pushing yourself off to let your feet land on the floor, beginning to walk off.

Almost instantly, Ren realized you were walking away and pulled his attention away from the girl. “(Y/n)? Where are you going?”

“Nowhere.” You stopped to answer without looking back. His brows furrowed quickly at the cold tone you used, unnerved by the sudden change of your treatment, and opened his mouth halfway to question more before being interrupted by your firm voice, “Don’t follow me. I want to be alone.” He shuts his mouth with a hurt and disbelieving look on his face.

Feeling his eyes pierce the back of your head, you continued to walk away from the party outside the balcony, where you could breathe a fresh air and let the pain in your heart calm down, at least for a while. You’re not used to avoiding Ren and it honestly hurt to say those words to him, but this was better than be there and torture yourself by watching them interact. You shouldn’t make it obvious that you’re jealous and hurt everytime a woman flirts with him, yet at the same time, you knew there’s no reason to be. Being Ren’s best friend doesn’t mean you have the right to get jealous or be hurt when he seems to be close at finding love.

You desperately wanted to be happy for him. They’re not together, but soon enough, Ren will find someone to spend the rest of his life with. Someone who’ll be there for him, take care of him, hang out with him, love him. Someone who deserves his love. You wanted to— have to learn to be happy for him.

But, as much as you hope it will be easy, you knew deep down it won’t be.

Fuck, Ren is your everything, for god’s sake. He was your happiness, a motivation, an inspiration, the will to keep going with your life, the light to your darkness, the one keeping you from losing yourself. He was your soulmate that the universe let you choose on your own — and it also cruelly let him choose his on his own.

How are you supposed to learn and practice to be happy for him if your world literally revolves around him?

How are you supposed to live if Ren ends up choosing someone that isn’t you? It hurt too much to think, but thinking is as far as you can do because oftentimes, destiny is not on your side. Neither are luck, fortune, nor fate, and nothing else can be done to change that.

Gripping the railing until knuckles turned white, you fought the tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

You shouldn’t have finished your charity business if this was what you were coming back to.

The group that fell into awkward silence after your departure find annoyance growing within everyone — including Gorya, Kaning and Aum — as the girl attempts to catch Ren’s attention again by starting a conversation, which isn’t supposed to be a bad thing, only if she picked the right words to speak.

“It’s okay, P’Ren. Just leave him be. He’s always alone anyway.”

Thyme scowled at that. You’re never alone, Ren’s always with you and even if he wasn’t there, they were. Your friends were. Kavin and MJ exchanged a look as they internally agreed with each other that this girl were feigning kindness to get what she want, to make everyone assume she was this sweet girl who deserves to be loved, specifically by Ren— but the two male felt it to be more than just that, like she knew you would react negatively to her presence in this table and triggered your emotions purposely to get you out of the picture. She made you believe she deserves Ren more than you do.

Gorya, Kaning and Aum frowns in sync. Their eyes usually holding softness and tenderness were now glaring calmly at her, a sudden urge to be defensive of their boy best-best friend slowly bubbling within their bodies as they feel threatened by the girl. You’ve been like a protective older brother to them ever since your first meet with each other, and felt equally protective of you as you are of them.

Snapping his gaze towards the girl, Ren immediately avoids her hand that raised to touch his shoulder and scoots his chair away after realizing how close they were, her shoulder just barely touching his. Did you get upset by their close proximity? Were you jealous? Were you angry that he wasn’t paying attention to you at all? Now that he thinks about what could’ve gone so wrong that made you walk out, plenty of them appeared in his mind one by one and every single one of them made him curse himself. You must’ve felt hurt that your best friend was ignoring you, even if it was unintentional.

Since the day at Alice in Sweetsland where he was encouraged by the least person he expected to get encouragement from, he’s been thinking about you ten times more than before. It’s gradually getting worse and his feelings were becoming increasingly difficult to ignore or push aside, growing as each day passes even though he’s been deprived of your presence for a week and three days. You always plagued his thoughts wherever he goes; everyday, Ren was starting to have a hard time pretending to just be platonic best friends with you and it caused him to be a bit vulnerable. He didn’t know if he could contain himself once he sees you again, and after seeing you today with those fucking suits on that made you even more attractive than you already were, Ren was certain almost immediately he won’t last long. As simple as looking at you will make something inside him snap and do something he’ll definitely regret, so a very simple idea crossed his mind— try not to look at you for the entire day.

Therefore, Ren talking to the girl was just him attempting to not fall for you more than he already was. He honestly had no care to what she was saying; talking to her only caused his mind to replace her with you, as if you were the one speaking with him and not this girl he couldn’t even be bothered to know the name of, then you suddenly gave him the cold shoulder and walked away, and he caught glimpse of a tear escaping from the corner of your eyes, and— shit, he fucked up, didn’t he?

With realization plastered on his face, Ren turns to look at his friends for confirmation. No words had to be said for them to understand what was in his mind as they don’t hesitate to give him a nod, which sent Ren to practically shoot up from the chair and run off to find you, attention no longer on the girl beside him.

“You should probably leave,” Kaning was the first to speak as soon as Ren was out of sight. The three F4 raised their brows in surprise at her cold and sharp tone that had a hint of disdain, directed at the attention-seeker. “None of us think you belong here.”

“Especially after what you did.” The next was Aum, whose gaze was piercing right through her soul, protectiveness making its appearance.

Gorya honestly thought it’s unnecessary and not right to gang up on her, but she would never hesitate to defend you from a bitch like that. “Making him doubt himself by doing things to trigger it is really a shitty thing to do. I’m sorry to say this, but Ren wasn’t interested in you nor anything you said. He was just using you to push aside his feelings for (Y/n), and that’s bad, but I think you kind of deserve it with the way you tried to treat (Y/n).” Everyone’s eyes widened at the harshness of her words and expected her to feel guilty right after uttering them, but she seems to hold her ground as she stared coldly at the girl.

Uncomfortable and hurt by each of the clear unacceptance by the whole group, tears filled her eyes before she leaves without another word, thankfully seeing the signs she didn’t belong within their inner circle. Relief flooded everyone as soon as her presence was no longer near.

Not wanting to waste an opportunity to tease his girlfriend, Thyme wraps an arm around Gorya’s shoulders as a proud and smug look appeared on his face. “That was really harsh, Gorya. You sure you don’t want to go apologize to her?”

She lightly shoved him away, but not enough to separate them, and smiled. “I don’t think I have to apologize for saying the truth, but I admit it came out harsher than intended.” Her lips form a pout, “It just made me upset that she was in the way of (Y/n) and Ren finally getting together. I’ve been rooting for them since the beginning.” A sigh escapes.

MJ leans in with a teasing look, together with Kavin who had a teasing smirk as well. “Didn’t you have a crush on Ren back then?” The former playboy questioned playfully.

Her eyes immediately sends them a glare. “No, that was only for like a day before I met (Y/n).”

“Well, don’t we all root for them to get together?” Aum asks rhetorically, already knowing the answer. “I think we don’t have to worry that much anymore.”

Everyone immediately nods at that, no doubts filling their mind. Your feelings for each other are freeing itself from the chains you use to hold it down, wanting to be expressed and be known. It’s only a matter of time before they explode and push you both to confess to each other. Just a little more wait.

𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄

On second thought, everyone had to worry that much about it.

A defeated sigh erupts in the living room of Aira residence every five minutes, accompanied by the constant dialing sound coming from Ren’s phone on speaker mode. Kavin and MJ shares a look with each other from across their troubled friend as they stood there, arms crossed above their chests, before shifting their gaze back to Ren, who was holding a half empty glass to his lips and drinking whiskey. After few more seconds, the dialing finally comes to stop and a robotic voice calls out from the screen, “Sorry, the number you dialled cannot be reached. Please try again later, or leave a—” It didn’t get to finish as Ren tapped the red button.

With a frustrated groan, he slammed his glass on the table and ignored the way Kavin and MJ flinched at the loud sound, burying his face in his hands. He’s been trying to call you for three days now, all which ended in going straight to voicemail with no signs of being answered. Ever since the incident at the party, you’ve been avoiding Ren like the plague for five days and doing a damn great job at not running into him anywhere, even at those places he knew you loved. For two days, Ren tried talking to you in person with everything he can, only to fail miserably, so he didn’t have any other options but to call your number, which is yet to succeed even after three days.

Everyone quickly picked up on what was happening and drew the line when all of them witnessed you leaving after someone announced Ren’s arrival was nearing. With Ren asking for you and his mood obviously dropping almost six feet under after hearing you left, they were all certain you’ve decided to avoid him, much to their surprise. Which then leads to Gorya, the captain of getting you two together, commanding Kavin and MJ to look after Ren while she and Thyme checks up on you. Both the playboy and mafia’s son didn’t mind helping Ren— they actually wanted to, but seeing what kind of state he’s in right now after arriving to his house made them reconsider if they still wanted to help.

Everything was a fucking mess. Nearly three liquor bottles laid on the floor and two other were on the coffee table, one already half empty. Drawing and painting tools were scattered around as a canvas stood not far from him, painted with a portrait of you. His sketchbook laid on the couch untouched, as if it hasn’t been used for so long. Ren himself was... well, obviously a mess, but still looking as clean and indie as ever. It appears he’s still pushing to take care of himself even though anything else is a mess. The only problem was he’s drinking heavily, which is very unlike Renrawin Aira.

“This is gonna be harder than we thought.” Muttered MJ, watching Ren rub his face before reaching over to chug the rest of the remaining whiskey in his glass down his throat. Despite the three empty bottles laid carelessly on the floor and half empty bottle above the table, Ren didn’t seem drunk at all, just dejected as he keeps sighing in defeat. He probably didn’t drink them all in one day; no matter what, he was always a responsible drinker and stopped before he could get drunk.

Kavin nods from beside MJ, uncrossing his arms to shove both hands inside the pockets of his trousers instead. “I honestly didn’t know he could drink this much though. (Y/n) really makes Ren do something he usually doesn’t, huh?” He couldn’t help the amusement that appeared across his face.

MJ hums in agreement before walking over and lightly patting his friend’s shoulder, taking the glass from him. “Ren, enough with that.” Ren didn’t even bother to protest as he slumped on the couch, leaning back. “Don’t be too down, (Y/n) never said anything about cutting off ties with you. Maybe he just needs space.” He comforted and sat down on the couch as Kavin comes over to sit on Ren’s opposite side.

“Yeah, you know he doesn’t avoid anyone without a proper reason.” Kavin chimes in. “We can help you talk to him if you want. I can call him and hand my phone to you if he answers.”

Another sigh — uncountable by now — escapes Ren as he folded his arms over his chest. “Won’t work. He’ll figure out you’re helping me.”

The two friends shared another look at that. It’s difficult coming up with solutions when the problem is you; you’re logically smart in terms of situation and could somehow come up with any idea that benefits you, without ever giving the other person a satisfaction. So, truth be told, anything they say would be useless against you because you often think one step ahead. They honestly didn’t know how to help Ren, considering the one he fell in love with is within the inner circle and a quite hard-to-get type of person, but wanted to — Ren deserves love after not finding for so long.

However, before any conclusion could form inside their heads that can possibly solve Ren’s problem, they heard the sound of front doors opening and slamming shut along with clicking of heels against the tiled floor, presumably nearing to where all three of them were gathered. Soon enters Montana Aira, Ren’s mother, with sunglasses raised to her hair like a headband and obviously expensive clothes. A grin spreads across her perfectly red lips as soon as she spotted them and makes her way over, confidence radiating off of her.

“Hi, boys!” She greets enthusiastically.

“Good evening, Mrs. Aira. It’s good to see you back.” Kavin greets back respectfully and moves over to peck her cheek, stepping back when MJ does the same as well.

Chuckling, Montana waves him off and sets her shopping bags down on the floor before her eyes catches all the bottles surrounding them. A frown replaced the look on her face. MJ cleared his throat after feeling the atmosphere shift suddenly and rubbed his hands, reluctantly speaking up. “Uh- Mrs. Aira, I swear it’s not what it looks like. We’re not getting ourselves wasted, Kavin and I were just looking after Ren.”

The woman sighs. She knew he was telling the truth; if they had been drinking heavily together, there should’ve been three glass on the table and not one. So that means Ren was drinking all of these whiskeys alone and had just been stopped by the two of them. With the amount of bottles, it’s hard not to notice Ren was troubled, and that neither Kavin nor MJ were successful in cheering him up due to the dejected look still evident on his face. Ren wasn’t even making eye contact, probably ashamed or embarrassed he was caught in this state by his own mother.

“Could you two give us a minute?” She uttered after a good moment of silence. Both of them nodded immediately and each gave an encouraging pat on Ren’s shoulder before walking out of the living room, out of earshot. Gorya assigned them to take care of him, so they had no plans of leaving him alone until they make sure he’s fine by himself.

Ren continued to avoid looking at her even after she sat down beside him, fiddling with his hands. Montana looked at it, then gently grabbed them to catch his attention, her eyes softening when they met his. “It’s very unlikely of you to drink this heavily. Tell me what’s troubling you, honey.” Tenderness filled every bit of her tone, and Ren couldn’t help but lean onto her.

It took him a bit of hesitation, but Ren decides to share nonetheless. “(Y/n)’s avoiding me,” Surprise coated her face. “I know it’s surprising, but it started at their party. I kind of wasn’t paying attention to him and was talking to this girl the whole time. I think he thought I was ignoring him and got hurt or upset. He’s been avoiding me a lot and not answering my calls. I don’t know what to do anymore.” He bites his lip when anxiousness start to wash over him.

What if you stopped talking to him? MJ said you’re not going to cut off ties with him, but what if you’re planning to? Is this the downfall or end of your friendship? How was he going to confess if you don’t even want to see or speak to him anymore? The questions felt heavy on his head, knowing there’s no one to provide answers.

“Oh, Ren...” Montana embraces him without second thought and rubs his back comfortingly. “It’s gonna be okay. You two are inseparable, honey. I don’t believe that’s enough to break you apart, (Y/n) loves you too much to let this be the end. He probably needs space or time to himself.”

Ren felt the back of his eyes sting because of her words. “He doesn’t love me as much as I love him, mom.” His voice was barely above whisper, but completely reached Montana’s ears.

“Are you two seeing each other?” She softly asked.

He shakes his head, burying his face on the crook of her neck. “I wish we were.” Quietly mumbling against her skin, Ren felt a tear roll down his cheek. It made him close his eyes as another escaped again, and another, and another, until they started overflowing.

Montana’s heart breaks upon feeling the wetness of his tears and continued to rub his back, this time accompanied by gentle pats to soothe him. But she knew he can never calm down — not unless it was you comforting him. “Tell him then.” That caused him to snap his eyes open and pull away to look at her as if she was insane. Montana only smiled. “Ren, he’ll never know how you feel about him if you don’t. Keeping this feelings inside will hurt you more than the possible rejection itself; you don’t even know if that’s his answer unless you confess.”

Ren looks down. “But what if it is, mom? We’ll just be a stranger to each other. I don’t want that.”

“Do you really think low of him that much?” His gaze snapped back to her once again, and the stern look on her face makes him press his lips into a thin line. “Renrawin Aira, do you think low of (Y/n) that much? That he’ll stop being friends with you after knowing what you feel about him? That he’ll throw it all away after everything you’ve been through together? After years of watching him grow up, I know (Y/n) is not someone who will let feelings destroy his friendship with others. How come you, who’s been with him through thick and thin, don’t know that?”

Those words were a slap to his face.

“I know you’re afraid, but let your feelings be free for once, and don’t be so certain of (Y/n)’s feelings for you. Your assumption isn’t always correct, Ren. It’s disrespectful to right out decide what he feels about you without actually hearing it from him.”

Slowly but surely, Ren was processing her words and agreeing with her.

Comfortable silence consumes the air around them as Ren begins to contemplate what to do, making sure to repeat everything she said in his mind. He was afraid of breaking you two apart, but isn’t that just an excuse to avoid his feelings? So he doesn’t have to say it out loud? So he doesn’t have to face it? Perhaps, being inexperienced in love made him such a coward to accept the fact he was in love with you, his best friend since ten years old, of all people. But then, maybe, he had already started liking you when he began buying your favorite sweets, no matter how expensive they were, just to see your smile.

Ren had only realized he was in love at his fifteenth birthday, when you dragged him across the world to London to celebrate and went on ice skating. He was so enchanted watching you skate and the moment your eyes met with his and a warm smile spreads across your face, his whole world turned upside down, butterflies filling his stomach.

It was the moment he knew he wanted to be your forever.

However, as most best friends who are in love with their own best friends do, he chickened out and selfishly decided it was better if his feelings remain locked inside — Ren could see it was selfish now, because his only thought in choosing that decision was to use the best friend card as an excuse to stay close to you as much as possible. It was solely out of personal gain.

With realization after realization occuring in his brain, Ren couldn’t help but let out the loudest sigh he’s ever produced this day. It’s unfair to you that he decided your feelings for you.

“Uhm, madame Montana?” Their servant’s voice snaps Ren out of his deep thoughts as both he and Montana looked at her. “Mr. (L/n)’s asking for your visit to their residence. He just called and asked me to tell you he wanted to discuss about something and to bring young master with you. He said young master (Y/n) is also present.”

A questioning look appears on Ren’s face as he turns to his mother, only to see her nod with an understanding look. Your father and Montana have been business partners for three years now, but more than that, they’ve been best friends since childhood and helped each other a lot through hard works, climbing to the top all by themselves with the support of their own lovers. Therefore, Montana could already guess he’s calling them over for both business matter and personal matter due to asking for Ren as well.

“I’ll go change my clothes.” Ren announced as soon as their servant was out of sight, hurriedly walking off without waiting for her reply. His demeanor seemed to have lighten up a little, subtle excitement shown to his movements as he used his long legs to skip few steps each time he went up, making Montana chuckle under her breath.

Her son became the absolute cutest when preparing himself for meet ups with you. However, she was worried about what will happen in this meeting, considering you seem like you don’t want to talk to him — at least not until you feel fine.

The drive to (L/n) residence was silent yet peaceful and comfortable despite Ren’s heart beating rapidly against his chest from nervousness. He didn’t know if you’ll let him in after avoiding him for so long; the (L/n) residence wasn’t entirely yours since your parents paid for the entire thing, but you still have the right to kick out any visitors, being the rightful owner due to them rarely coming home. You could make him stay outside the entire meeting, Ren doesn’t know what he’ll do if that happens.

Fortunately, you weren’t that cruel.

Answering the front doors, you only spared Ren a glance before opening them wider with a short and simple greeting to Montana. She smiles at you and shoots Ren a look of encouragement, then proceeds to stroll towards your father’s office confidently, her heels clicking loudly against the floor. Most of your servants stop for a split second to watch her.

For the first time ever in your friendship, Ren felt uneasy and awkward being with you. This never happened before, which made sadness cloud his chest at the clear indication that your relationship with each other had drastically changed, no matter how much neither of you want to admit it. He stared after you with a sad frown as you make your way towards where Montana had gone off to, looking back at him to gesture inside the office with only your head.

Ren tried his best to ignore the ache in his heart of you not speaking to him, and followed you inside.

Your father’s office was very neat. There were regular sized table and office chair on the left corner, surrounded by shelves that had documents, some picture frames, and very minimum amount of decorations on them. At the opposite corner, there laid two black leather couch facing each other with a coffee table in between. Beside the door was the largest bookshelf anyone had ever seen.

(Y/f/n) and Montana were sitting on one of the leather couches, waiting for them. “Take a seat, both of you.” The former gestures to the other couch.

No one made a move to complain, both you and Ren obeying (Y/f/n) and sitting down. You immediately stole a chocolate macaron away from the plate above the coffee table as soon as your body crashed with the soft surface, wasting no time to eat. Montana chuckles; you ate a lot, that still didn’t change. A small, unnoticeable smile spreads across Ren’s lips— at least you still have the sweets and desserts he bought for you stored somewhere within this residence.

“I’m sorry for the sudden call. I just couldn’t let it pass.” (Y/f/n) says, but you only stared at him while eating as Ren shakes his head to tell it was fine. “The thing is, Ten and I have been discussing about future businesses. This includes your future as well, but we didn’t make any decisions without your consent, of course.” Interest sparks in Ren at the mention of his father; he nods for the older male to continue. “We’re thinking about passing down some of our business to you and (Y/n), the ones that we know you’ll be able to handle. It’s all up to you whether you’ll accept them or not.”

Swallowing the shredded macaron down your throat, you lean over to take another one, but bubblegum flavor this time, as you speak up. “Well, couldn’t let good opportunities pass, could we? I’m all up for businesses as long as it’s not illegal, which I doubt there’s even one.” You then took a bite of the macaron, uncaring that your future’s already decided.

Ren nods to show his agreement to what you said, “That’s fine by me too.”

(Y/f/n) nods slowly, before shifting his gaze to Montana and glancing at the file beside the macarons filled plate. The woman sighs and opens the file, turning it around to face you two. “They also talked about how to make this businesses powerful and came up with one solution.” Montana states. Her eyes look at her son with concern, though it quickly vanishes, as she hesitated to continue.

“Which is?” Ren questioned curiously. You wanted to ask as well, but was too busy savouring the taste of your favorite sweets.

She sighed for the second time. “Marry you and (Y/n).”

His eyes immediately widened, before he quickly goes to pat your back when you choked on the macaron and began coughing uncontrollably. Reaching for the glass of water on the table, he hands it to you and you drink it almost eagerly, feeling relief wash over your body as the coughing stops. Slamming the glass back on the table, you looked at your father with wide eyes. “Are you being serious right now? Do you even realize how big of a decision this is?”

(Y/f/n) sighs and nods his head. It’s completely normal that you’re shocked by their decision; honestly, who wouldn’t be? Specially when you’re avoiding your best friend who you’re being told to marry. “We know that, son. Which is why we’re not forcing you to. You and Ren have a bright future ahead, we don’t want you to do something out of force or pressure and regret it. Marriage is your whole life, you shouldn’t just marry someone you can’t love. If you can’t look at each other that way, we can find other solutions.” He reassured firmly, eyes shifting from you to Ren.

The young Aira couldn’t entirely process what was being offered.

It’s practically his dream to stand in front of the altar wearing tuxedo or black suits, speak wedding vows together, slip a ring on each other’s finger, be pronounced as man and husband, all with you in the picture. He’s dreamt of it. He hoped for it deep inside, despite the denial he’s been having all this time. Somewhere within his consciousness, there are big celebration and explosive happiness all over the place, his joyful self jumping up and down in excitement. However, there is also one somewhere within himself, in which didn’t look too happy about the news, instead concerned for your future as you’ll be tied to him forever if you agree. He was torn between the two reactions.

“Can I know what benefit our marriage will have to our business?” You questioned. Ren’s heart dropped to his stomach; so there’s a possibility you can marry him only out of duty and not because you love him.

Montana shakes her head, “If you’re only going to make a decision based on how it’ll benefit the business, we’re not telling you a single thing.” You furrowed your brows, and she instantly goes to clarify. “This might help our business, but we would rather have no improvement than risk your happiness and future. (Y/f/n) wants you to think for yourself, (Y/n). Not for the business.”

“Then what about Ren? You’ll be risking his happiness too.”

Ren snapped his eyes to you, surprise written on his face.

“I’m a guy, dad. He deserves to marry a woman, someone who can carry his child, someone he can start a family with. Not me, who can’t even give him anything. He deserves a good life. I’m not going to let him marry me and ruin his entire life that could’ve been better.” You rambled on, unknowingly making the wheels in his head turn.

Were you actually believing that he deserves to marry a woman when he’s not even interested in them at all? With the way you speak, he could almost assume you seriously didn’t mind marrying him, the only thing keeping you from agreeing to this arrangement was your belief that he would choose any women over you, who has the ability to carry a child. Which Ren is certain he would never ever do. Creating his own family sounds amazing and all, but only if it’s you and him. He can’t picture anyone else standing next to him — anyone but you.

God, you’re the only one he wants and head over heels in love with yet you’re out here, rambling to your father and his mother about him possibly ruining his life by marrying you, not knowing that it’s everything he could ever ask for.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea to let him—”

“(Y/n),” You were interrupted by Ren calling out your name and pulling your hands to his lap. Abruptly stopping with the ramblings, you finally let your worrying eyes meet his for the first time today. However, surprise crosses your face when you saw joy and excitement in his. “I know you’re worried about my future, but aren’t you going to let me talk?”

Eyes shifting to your hands on his lap, you fell into silence all of a sudden to tell him it’s his turn to talk. One of his hands let go of yours to tilt your chin up so your eyes meet his again before dropping back on his lap, lacing his fingers with yours. The tenderness in the way he looked at you made you feel warm all over.

“Marrying you would be the best thing to ever happen to my life, (Y/n). I don’t know why you think otherwise.” You pressed your lips into a thin line, wanting to avoid eye contact but keeping yourself from doing so. “It’s not going to ruin my future. The other way around, honestly. It’ll make my future better. All I ever wanted was to be with you. I mean, family sounds great, but I don’t want it if you’re not going to be in the picture.”

Your heart’s fucking jackhammering against your chest right now.

A sudden wave of emotions hit you like a brick, washing away all of the negativity, insecurity, and awful thoughts in your head, bringing a sense of peace within your neverending storm. Not even being given the time to process, you didn’t know when tears started flowing out from your eyes, as Ren’s hands immediately shoots up to cup your face and look at you worriedly. But you ignored it. You ignored everything, just slipped your hands to your face and covered it to let the tears out. Not knowing why you were crying, Ren quickly pulls you closer to his chest and begins rubbing your back soothingly.

Damn it, you’ve managed to keep yourself from crying this past five days yet all it takes is comforting words from Ren himself for everything to come crashing down. He doesn’t even realize the power he holds over you — he doesn’t realize how deeply in love you are.

Ren turns his head to look at (Y/f/n), who had a small smile on his face. “We’ll accept the marriage, Mr. (L/n).”

Your father smiled. “Then, starting from now, you may call me dad, son.”

Nodding his head, Ren smiled as he held you closer and whispered soothing words into your ear.

Oh, how everything took a turn.

𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄

Having an overenthusiastic parents meant throwing a grand birthday party for you regardless if you want it or not, which is exactly the reason why you’re sitting with your friend group at the very front of the venue, closer to the stage. Usually, you would be annoyed to hold such a grand birthday party like this because you only want to spend time with your friends in your special day, but today was different. This isn’t just a birthday party, it’s also an engagement party in disguise.

So far, no one has yet to notice the shining, glimmering, engagement ring on your left ring finger.

Ren was sitting next to you, closer than usual, yet it wasn’t enough for your friends to speculate something as they assumed you just want to make up for the lost times and be extra close with one another. When it was time to dance, you stood up and pulled Ren along to the center of the venue and began swaying along the music, hands resting on the back of his neck while his were around your waist.

Murmuring and shutters of camera entered your ears, but you ignored all of them and focused on Ren, just like he was paying attention to you only. It still feels like a dream to not only be in a relationship, but engaged to him as well. This could be considered as arranged marriage — which it actually was, the only difference is neither of you were forced.

Smiling softly, Ren leans in to whisper in your ear. “I love you. Such a dream come true.”

Goosebumps rise on your skin at the sound of his voice. You smile back when he moves away, playing with the back of his hair, causing him to shiver. A sly smirk dances on your lips, “I love you too, teerak.”

He tilts his head back slightly with a breathless chuckle before pulling you close by the waist, pressing your bodies closer while dancing around to the soft music. “You’re being a tease,” Ren accused.

“Well, I kind of want your kiss.” You leaned in a little, which caused several gasps to erupt from the guests who were watching, before pulling back with a smirk. “Teasing you is the only way I can make you quickly break your self-control.” You said as one of your hands slid from his nape to his shoulder, then down to his chest, almost seductively.

Ren’s breath hitched. “Not now, (Y/n).” He whispered, struggling to get the words out. His self-control was admittedly barely resisting to your temptation as he’s been waiting for this for so long, but pushed himself to. He can’t kiss you, at least not yet until the announcement is made and everyone knows you belong to him as much as he belongs to you.

“Hey, uh... Guys?” Gorya calls out to the whole group after watching yours and Ren’s interaction while dancing. Though, she didn’t have to when all of them were already paying attention. “Aren’t they being too... flirty?”

“Well, they flirt a lot without realizing.” Kavin replies, failing to sound nonchalant. “But this flirting is... something else. It’s not the usual one.”

“I feel like we’re watching what we’re not supposed to.” Kaning mutters only for them to hear and earns a nod from everyone.

Soon enough, others got over their shock of seeing you and Ren dance together and began to join you on the dance floor, leading their own partner, some are just friends having fun while most are couples who doesn’t want to miss the opportunity of dancing with their significant other. Your friend group decides to follow as well, swaying around with their own partners, forming a circle with you and Ren in the center. Sometimes, you would give them a smile and encouragement to show their loved ones off, knowing this would be a great time to since all of them had gone out of their way to make their relationship official.

Kavin’s father wasn’t all that happy to find out he’s dating Kaning due to her financial status, but chose to keep his mouth shut after Kavin threatened to throw the entire future his father had set for him in order to be with Kaning. His loyalty for Kaning was quite surprising if you were being honest, because of being a playboy and all, but then again, he never fell in love as hard as he fell for her. It’s sort of adorable how smitten he is. Meanwhile, MJ’s parents were surprisingly more than okay with him dating Aum, saying it was about time he found his own soulmate. Roselyn Paramaanantra, Thyme’s mother, used to despise Gorya for obvious reasons until she began to warm up to her, eventually treating her as her own and letting her stay in the Paramaanantra residence a couple of times for dinner. Thyme informed you all that his home felt like an actual home now, with no strict rules to abide by and a loving mother. All thanks to Gorya Thitara Jundee.

After dancing for almost an hour, you were called to the stage for candle blowing while your parents waved Ren over, holding a large cake with multiple candles. Without any hesitation at all, Ren takes the cake out of their hands and began walking carefully towards you as everyone sings happy birthday, a big smile on his lips.

To everyone else in the venue, it seemed like a boyfriend was celebrating his boyfriend’s birthday by bringing him the cake, each and every single one of them remembering that one interview you and F4 participated in, where you answered a question — what is an odd thing that you believe in? — with a simple “Bringing the cake to someone in their birthday is a lover thing ‘cause usually, family members are the one to bring the cake.” However, none of them dared to question either of you, knowing better than to assume things without evidence.

“The camera flashes are blinding me.” You muttered only for Ren to hear and he chuckles, shrugging his shoulders, before you leaned over to blow the candles when the happy birthday song came to an end. Everyone clapped as the press rapidly took photos of you and Ren shooting them what looked like a genuine smile for the first time.

The MC claps with a huge grin, “Happy birthday, Mr. (Y/n)! How does it feel?” He questioned after you took the cake from Ren, and your fiancé was quick to hold out a mic for you so you can speak, the venue erupting with aww’s from your schoolmates.

“I feel one year older,” You state with an awkward tone, visibly uncomfortable at your increasing age. “I’m not afraid of growing up, but it feels a little saddening to realize I’m not allowed to be a child anymore, considering there will be lots of responsibilities that’ll be placed upon me.” There was a hint of disappointment in your tone which Ren didn’t miss, raising his empty hand to rub your arm comfortingly and giving you a firm look that silently said he will be there for you every step of the way, no responsibilities will be carried by you alone. You gave him a look of gratitude.

Nodding his head in understanding, the MC gives you an encouraging smile. “Well, there’s nothing wrong with being playful once in a while, Mr. (Y/n). I’m certain your parents wouldn’t mind.” They nodded in agreement. “Is this your first time holding a grand birthday party?”

“Yes,” You chuckled. “Normally, I would rather be with my friends.”

You could tell everyone’s interested in your life because you’re the most private one in your friend group, not sharing any information of how you live your life and what’s going on, preferring to not be talked about in news or social medias. But now you’re starting to share a thing or two about yourself that they can’t help but listen, specially those girls at Köcher High wanting to get into your pants after you and Ren shut down rumors of you dating multiple times.

“We hang out until the time they have to leave. I spend the most time with Ren ‘cause he always cancel any plans on my birthday so he could be with me ‘til the end of the day.” You smiled fondly at the memory, only noticing then how couple-ish you two were behaving. No wonder almost literally everyone asked if you were together.

And, as if on cue, one of the reporters in front of the stage asked a question everyone’s been too afraid to ask today.

“Mr. (Y/n), are you and Mr. Aira dating?”

The venue instantly fell into silence. No one knew whether to feel ecstatic that the reporter asked or disappointed because he might’ve ruined your day. All students present from Köcher High held their breaths; the last time they witnessed someone ask that, yours and Ren’s mood dropped almost six feet under.

Much to their surprise, your happy giggle cuts through the thick silence that formed within the venue, you and Ren grinning like you’ve been waiting for them to ask.

“Honestly, no—” Ren answered truthfully.

Just when a look of disappointment began to appear on everyone’s faces, you passed the cake to the MC who was standing beside you and ignored his confused stare, then held your left hand up with its back facing the audience as Ren does the same. Everyone’s gaze shifted to them, only then catching the shining, silver ring you two were wearing.

“Because we’re engaged.” You cheerfully announced, grinning from ear to ear.

All of their eyes widened, and almost immediately, the sounds of shock and surprise and awe boomed within the venue all at once from everyone except your parents and Ren’s. You looked at your friends to see their jaws dropped, shock evident in their faces as they stare at you and Ren, making you two grin victoriously at each other.

Ren slips his left hand into your right one and intertwined your fingers together, ignoring the rapid flashing of cameras, smiling at the joyful look on your face. You were watching everyone’s reaction, grinning widely with fingers wiggling to show off the engagement ring — this is possibly the only time he saw you so utterly happy. He found your happiness adorable, he found you adorable, how you were flexing the ring, and he felt the sudden urge to kiss you bubbling within him because of the overwhelming amount of love he feels for you.

When you turned to smile at him, Ren couldn’t help but stop himself from holding back.

Before you could process, his empty hand had cupped your cheek and he was leaning in, eyes boring into yours to ask for permission. Despite freaking out inside for seeing his face so close, you don’t hesitate to close the gap and meet his lips on your own. Squeals and screams and cheers erupts from most of the students from Köcher High as Kavin and MJ wolf whistles, but it seems neither of you heard them from being too focused on each other’s lips.

Pulling away, you and Ren burst into a pit of giggles before you buried your face into the crook of his neck, redness beginning to tint your cheeks. Ren laughs, seeing your ears turning red as well, his hand slipping through your hair.

Well, tomorrow will certainly be a wild day after the best friends who were not together finally confirmed they’re together, unexpectedly engaged at that. But Ren supposed that problem can wait — for now, the most important thing is enjoying your moments together and, probably explaining to your group of friends the details because they deserve it.

You pulled away only enough to look at your friends and caught them smirking at the two of you teasingly.

“They’re never gonna let this down,” You groaned.

“Probably not.”

Dealing with the press and public attention would be so much better than the teasing of your friends, you assume. Ren begged to differ, though.

The teasing of yours and his parents is worse.

© ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ғᴀʟʟᴇɴᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀs. sᴛᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ, ᴘʟᴀɢɪᴀʀɪᴢɪɴɢ, ᴏʀ ᴜsɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ғᴏʀ ᴍᴏɴᴇᴛᴀʀʏ ɢᴀɪɴ ɪs sᴛʀɪᴄᴛʟʏ ᴘʀᴏʜɪʙɪᴛᴇᴅ. ᴀsᴋ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛɪɴɢ ᴏʀ ᴛʀᴀɴsʟᴀᴛɪɴɢ.

[closedmonsters]

let the secret out.

summary ➳ you’re a delinquent, who’s actually scary and intimidating unlike gwinam. cheongsan is a normal student. there shouldn’t be any connections between you two... right?

pairings ➳ lee cheongsan x delinquent!male reader

warnings ➳ fluff, foul language, mention of fights, secret healthy relationship, sparkles of jealousy, mention of gyeongsu’s death, nayeon throwing herself at reader, use of weapon (knife), blood, reader and cheongsan having sexual tension the entire fic lmao

“How about you, Cheongsan? What do you think of (Y/n)?”

The said male looks up from the foods in front of him to his friends, catching their curious gazes.

They had been talking about (L/n) (Y/n), the most feared delinquent on campus who actually doesn’t seem that much of a delinquent because of high grades and the lack of involvement in bullying. You were quiet and did nothing but to mind your own business in class, occasionally talking back against teachers that called you out for being late or skipping classes, and sending death glares to everyone who tries to get close.

You were an odd delinquent; involving yourself in fights only when necessary, accepting the teachers’ call for help, aggressively helping people who tripped in front of you, only minding your own business, and not minding people who accidentally spilled their drinks on you. You act how a delinquent shouldn’t, and it seems like you’re only called that is because you’re not afraid to speak out your thoughts no matter how hurtful it is, you’re intimidating and scary, and you beat up people.

His friends have stated their own opinions about you, mostly positive and only a small amount of negative, while Cheongsan continuously ate his food with his head hung low, since he didn’t want to partake in it. Though, he should’ve known his friends would not miss a chance to hear everyone’s opinion.

He looks at the table three rows away where you sat quietly alone, eating your favorite food and reading a book. That’s also one thing that makes you so unlike from other delinquents.

You look handsome like this, sitting in a way a delinquent would with all your focus fixed on the book. It’s almost as if you’re a godly, unrealistic being painted on a canvas by a professional and perfectionist painter.

Cheongsan didn’t understand why everyone found you so intimidating and scary; in all honesty, he thinks girls should be screaming, squealing and freaking out over you like those girls in cliché romance anime with handsome main character from how insanely and unbelievably attractive you are. But, in all honesty again, he would be irritated and annoyed if that actually happens.

“He seems fine to me,” Cheongsan answered Gyeongsu’s previous question with an unenthusiastic one as he forced himself to look away from your figure.

An unsatisfied look appears on both Gyeongsu’s and Suhyeok’s face as the others groaned at his lack of cooperation in sharing a throughout opinion, clearly disappointed. “What the fuck is that answer, you moron? There should be more to it like gossips about him and how you think of him.” Gyeongsu complains, smacking his arm.

Cheongsan raised his brows at him before his lips forms a pout, something that always happens when he’s thinking.

Unbeknownst to him, your eyes shifted from the book to his direction, a subtle smirk spreading across your face at the sight of his pout. You took out your phone and opened the camera, zooming it on his face with slight difficulty from how far he was. You then pressed the shutter button, successfully capturing him into picture as you opened gallery to save it in a specific folder.

Gathering his thoughts, Cheongsan finally opens his mouth to speak. “I think he’s handsome,” All of his friend’s jaws dropped. They did not expect that answer. “And I also think it’ll be fine to sit next to him or be close to him as long as you mind your business just like he does and if you don’t bother him that much.” He shrugs, taking one glance at you to see you’re on your phone instead.

“Have you tried sitting next to him?” Suhyeok asked curiously.

“No,” Cheongsan shakes his head. “But I’m not scared to try.”

Gyeongsu looks at him incredulously. “How are you not scared or intimidated? He’s scarier than Gwinam, and that says a lot.” Suhyeok nodded while pointing at Gyeongsu to show his agreement.

Cheongsan only shrugs at his question.

Since the beginning, he was never intimidated by you for unknown reasons. You were just so handsome, so attractive, and so godly that Cheongsan forgot to be scared. Though, your straightforwardness, honesty and the ability to speak out your thoughts without hesitation no matter how brutal or hurtful it’ll sound intimidated him a lot.

He assumes that’s probably why so many people are intimidated. No one can be completely honest and truthful nowadays in fear of being hated or disliked by others.

As his friends began talking among themselves after getting bored, Cheongsan looks at you once again only to catch you already staring at him. He makes sure his friends aren’t looking and smiles, subtly waving his hand to acknowledge your presence. He sees you nod, covering the smile that appears on your lips with your phone so no one can see it.

Cheongsan goes back to eating his food with butterflies filling his stomach and heart beating rapidly against his ribcage.

Perhaps, everyone being intimidated by and scared of you isn’t so bad when he’s the only one who can do things like this.

Shit, what the fuck.

Cheongsan panicked internally after escaping the zombies that suddenly appeared out of nowhere in the cafeteria, alongside Onjo. The two of them managed to escape in a room filled with survivors; Gyeongsu, Wujin, Jimin, Nayeon, Hyoryung, Isak, Minji, and Joonyoung. However, the person who Cheongsan hoped to be here was nowhere to be seen.

He rushes over to the windows to search for you outside, but all he was met with was total chaos, people running everywhere for their lives as zombies chase after them.

Someone banging on the door catches his attention and he turned around to see white-covered Daesu being let into the classroom by Wujin, who almost closed the door on him. That settled an uneasy feeling within Cheongsan and his stomach twisted, making him nauseous as worry clouded every bit of his being.

He saw you exit the cafeteria before the outbreak happened and haven’t seen you ever since, which only worsened the awful feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Were you bitten? Did you turn? Where were you?

“What happened to your face, huh?” Wujin’s voice snapped Cheongsan out of his thoughts, looking at Daesu who looked like he’s been slapped with a powder or something.

“I don’t know, some crazy jerk sprayed me with fire extinguisher.” Daesu answers while wiping his face with a clean towel he found hanging by the drawers. Onjo avoids eye contact at that. She was spraying fire extinguisher to keep the zombies away, she didn’t know Daesu’s there.

Gyeongsu raised his brows, “A fire extinguisher?”

“Yeah, damn it.” The bigger male pants, resting his hands on his knees after wiping his eyes. “What’s happening?”

“Who knows?”

“Trains.” Cheongsan stated as he approached them, “Train to Busan.”

“The movie?” Daesu gives him a puzzled look.

“Aren’t they zombies? It’s the same thing.” Everyone looked at each other, contemplating whether what Cheongsan’s saying added up. It was crazy, but he kinda has a point. “Watch this, it’s true.” He pointed outside to convince Daesu before pulling him towards the windows when he still doesn’t believe it.

Gyeongsu also tries to walk over, but was reminded by Joonyoung of the door and went back instead to hold it close, curiosity plastered on his face.

“Shit, what the hell?” Wujin curses upon seeing the chaos.

All three of them flinches with a curse when a hand slams on the window in front of them, only to see it’s Suhyeok. They quickly help him get inside and he turns around to hold his hand out to Namra, who you helped rush up the ladder. You were next to climb up quickly as Suhyeok and Namra helps you get inside, barely missing the zombie-turned teacher from getting your leg.

Suhyeok breathes heavily and drops on the floor with his eyes wide in shock, adrenaline wearing off. “It’s that, isn’t it? Zombies.”

You sighed, turning to look outside.

For the first time, you learned minding your own business doesn’t apply to all situations. You would’ve been bitten by those nasty zombies if it wasn’t for Namra — your only actual friend in the campus — coming over to drag you away along with Suhyeok, because you were ignoring people who ran and screamed thinking they’re just playing childishly. She knew you wouldn’t spare anyone a glance, so coming to save you was a right choice.

Cheongsan came to stand beside you while making sure nobody would see your mouths moving. “Are you okay? I was worried.” He said barely above whisper.

“I’m fine, and they can’t get close to me anyway.” You replied, giving him a side-eye. Cheongsan scans your figure to make sure you were saying the truth, before he was annoyingly interrupted by a female body getting herself between you and him.

“Are you okay, (Y/n)?” Nayeon questioned, feigned concern lacing her tone as she pulls your arm to turn you towards her, beginning to run her hand all over your body to check for any injuries. “Are you hurt? What took you so long to come? I texted you.” She pouts.

Irritation quickly bubbled within Cheongsan’s chest at her attempt of making herself look cute and adorable. He forgot the rumors about Nayeon liking you.

With an uninterested look appearing, you quickly grab her wrist to keep her from further harrassing your body. “Keep your hands to yourself, Lee. Can’t you see I’m not bleeding? If I was hurt, there would’ve been blood on me. It should be obvious. And I was too busy reading a book to notice your text.” You waved your hand dismissively as your straightforwardness once again causes everyone to wince.

“That’s gotta hurt for a girl who has a crush on him.” Joonyoung mutters under his breath.

Your eyes shift to Cheongsan’s direction after feeling jealousy radiate from him, and he catches the look that they said— I’m glad you’re here.

That’s right, you don’t care about anyone but him.

“Who the hell does she think she is?”

This class couldn’t get any worse. You thought while sighing deeply as your back leaned on the seat, head thrown back with closed eyes.

This argument between Nayeon and Gyeongsu is a complete nonsense that Nayeon started to get on his nerves for no apparent reason. Giving a fuck is an irrational thing to do when it comes to this stupid girl who does nothing but to whine for others to start doing something. She doesn’t want to save anyone, she wants to be saved.

Talk about self-centered narcissist.

You opened your eyes when Gyeongsu let out a scared yell all of a sudden as the sound of door opening echoed throughout the room, pushing your head forward to look at the person that entered.

“Coach Kang.”

Rolling your eyes, you threw your head back again to stare at the ceiling, finding it more interesting than anyone or anything right in this moment. The Coach is your least favorite person; he’s a fucking egotistical jerk that thinks women are men’s toys. He thinks he’s hiding it well, but you can see it from a mile away.

“Are you guys okay?” Coach Kang’s trembling voice asked and he sighs in relief after Gyeongsu nodded together with everyone else.

Gyeongsu approaches him, albeit hesitantly. “What about you? You weren’t bitten?”

“No. Of course, not. I’m— I’m alright.”

Your brows furrowed. Something’s odd. He shouldn’t have this much difficulty in breathing. Even if he ran all over the campus, his breathing would’ve just been heavy or out of breath. His voice shouldn’t shake this much, as if he’s trying to hide something.

“Hey, guys. Let’s block the door first. Get moving, hurry!” Coach Kang starts to lead the students as they began to help moving the seats to block the doors, attempting to stack them high.

You stood up from the chair but remained in your place, watching him move around and instruct the survivors. There’s a wave of negativity in your gut, like something’s not right, that you shouldn’t trust him too easily. You scan his body thoroughly, until your eyes froze at the nasty bite on his arm.

Your breath hitches. This motherfucker’s gonna kill everyone.

As Onjo and Isak moves to help, you quickly grabbed both of their arm to keep them in place. They looked at you surprised since this is the first time you’ve ever approached anyone by yourself. “What’s wrong?” Onjo asked, and Cheongsan stops after seeing you holding them.

“Don’t get close,” You warned, voice low and whispering. “He got bitten on his arm.”

Their eyes widened and almost instantly, looked at the Coach’s arm to find out you’re telling the truth. But then again, you never lied.

“Coach Kang. Your arm.” Onjo doesn’t hesitate to speak. You gently squeeze her arm in encouragement and praise. Being honest saves everyone, believe it or not.

“What are you doing? Come help us!” The Coach yelled.

“You have a bite mark on your arm!” Onjo raised her voice, causing everyone to freeze and look. Wujin flinches backward when he noticed the bite mark as the others began to feel fearful once again.

Coach Kang sees his own arm and begins to panic. “I wasn’t bitten. No, no. I—” He quickly rolls his sleeve down, “I— I wasn’t bitten.”

“It’s a bite mark.”

“I said it isn’t. Don’t talk back to me, okay?” His voice gets aggressive. You stare at him intently. He shouldn’t get close.

It was Isak who spoke next. “It looks like you were really bitten.”

Coach Kang seems to get angry at that as he raised his voice, “I wasn’t! How many times must I tell you?”

Isak felt you squeeze her arm as well. You wanted her to stand up for herself and her classmates. “Then why the hell are you hiding it!? Just show it to us!” She raised her voice and stepped forward as you went beside Onjo, sharing a look with Cheongsan. You knew she’s important to him.

“I think you should leave now.” Isak quietly said.

“What?”

“Get out of here immediately.”

“You want me to go out there?” Kang pointed at the door, “After all I did to get here? You want me to go back out?”

“You were bitten.” She doesn’t back out. Standing up against teachers is scary, but getting bitten by zombies and turning into one is terrifying. She thanks you internally for encouraging her. “Come on, get out. I SAID GET OUT NOW!!”

“Cocksucker!” Kang yelled. “How dare you yell at me like that?”

You scowled, glaring at him, pulling both Onjo and Isak behind you when Kang steps forward. Your protectiveness usually only kicks in when Cheongsan is the one in danger, but right now, he wasn’t the one that needs protecting. This girls, who can easily be overpowered by the coach.

“You little... Get over here. Come here.” He was showing his true colors at this point, and you clenched your jaw in anger. “NOW! You won’t come? Hey.” He makes a move to advance and you stepped in front of the girls as they quickly hide behind you.

Everyone stops when blood starts to run down Kang’s nose as he turns his back to wipe it.

“Onjo, don’t—!” Onjo ignores your warning, smacking a backpack against the back of his head. You cursed and pulled her back behind you again, watching as Kang turns around and shoots her a glare. Cheongsan immediately rushes over to you, realizing you might get involved in Kang’s rage.

“You fucking bitch.” He cursed, raising a hand and steps forward only to drop on the floor.

You ignored everyone’s gasps and mutterings, turning around to push Cheongsan, Onjo and Isak away knowing he’ll turn. Cheongsan grabs your hand that was pushing him and pulls you so you wouldn’t be close to Kang. The crunching of bones filled the noisy air together with Nayeon’s fearful beg to get Kang out of the room.

Soon enough, a growl erupts from Kang and he launched himself onto Minji, pulling her down on the floor, unfortunately getting a bite of her face. Daesu rushes over to hold zombified Kang back, throwing him on the lockers. You all looked to see a chunk of Minji’s skin beside her mouth gone with blood coating the place.

While Daesu’s in shock, Kang stands back up with a growl and advanced towards Wujin and Suhyeok, who both fortunately avoided him as the latter attempts to fight him off. Cheongsan grabs the table right on his side and uses it to trap Kang against the wall, struggling to do so due to Kang continuously shoving to get a bite out of him.

“Cheongsan!” You and Gyeongsu both yelled as he runs to help and pushes the table more on Kang.

“Shit.” You muttered when Minji begins to turn after getting kicked by Nayeon, feeling the survival folding knife through the fabric of your pants in your pocket.

Using it to kill them would probably make everyone mistaken you for a murderer or perhaps, even torturer, but was that really important when all of your lives are at stake? You don’t give a fuck about everyone except Cheongsan, anyway. But won’t he judge or hate you for bringing a knife at school? Won’t he be afraid of you just like everyone else is?

You thought carefully, before Daesu’s struggling voice snapped you out alongside Cheongsan’s and Gyeongsu’s grunts.

That doesn’t fucking matter. If you don’t kill them with whatever you have, everyone’s gonna be dead, even Cheongsan.

“Whatever,” You sighed. “Fuck this.”

You quickly ran towards the two and pushed them away, ignoring Gyeongsu’s “what are you doing!?” thrown in your direction. Holding the table with one hand, you used the other to whip the knife out and press the two buttons on the handle, the sharp blade instantly making an appearance. Everyone widened their eyes in shock as you don’t hesitate to stab Kang’s head repeatedly with your knife, its force causing his blood to stain your uniform and a small amount of your face. You only stopped when the growling and struggling died down, dropping his completely lifeless body and the table on the floor.

Everyone flinches when you turn around, finding the unbothered and casual look on your face unsettling.

They watch you twirl the knife as you shifted your gaze on Daesu, who was holding zombified Minji that tried to bite him. You cock your head to the side. One slit on the neck should be enough.

Your stare was enough to force Daesu into throwing Minji on the floor as you don’t waste time to grab her hair and stab your knife deep into the side of her neck, before slitting it by sliding the knife towards other side with great force and fast movement. Blood splatters on the floor as she goes limp.

It didn’t even take you thirty seconds to successfully kill two zombies. Maybe you’re more terrifying than those cannibals, everyone thought in sync.

You walk over to the towel that Daesu used to wipe his face with and begins wiping off the blood on your knife, leaning against the lockers. Cheongsan approached you — shrugging Gyeongsu’s alarming hand off his arm — and he sees your body tense almost immediately.

“Did they get to you?”

You look up in surprise at his caring, concern-filled voice.

He gives you a comforting look, having an idea on what you’re feeling right now. You neither regret nor feel guilty about killing them, but you were afraid of a possibility that his thoughts about you might’ve suddenly changed. After all, you’re aware of how even the slightest action can change a person’s thoughts about anyone. Let alone as big of an action as murdering a zombified teacher and classmate.

You silently shake your head, pressing the buttons to make the blade disappear into the handle.

“Then, that’s great.” He smiles, gratitude plastering his face.

“Thank you, for saving us.”

You dropped on the floor as soon as the door of recording room shut behind you, knees growing weak and tears stinging your eyes.

Gyeongsu’s gone. Nayeon did it.

He was Cheongsan’s bestfriend and to think that the girl who liked you was the one who killed him? It fucking made you feel shitty. Guilt devours you from the inside, spreading all throughout your veins and blood as you taste the bitterness in your mouth. There’s no fucking excuse to what she did; Gyeongsu was trying to help and she went all out accusing him of things that didn’t happen — and then goes on killing him without remorse just to prove her point when he didn’t turn.

“You did the same thing to Coach Kang and Minji!” Her voice bitterly haunts your ears.

You did kill them, after they turned into zombies. She wiped a zombie’s blood on Gyeongsu’s hand purposely to make him turn. There’s a big difference. You never wanted Kang and Minji to turn, even though the former pissed you off to no end. No one deserves to be a zombie.

She probably thinks you’re a hypocrite now, maybe even others who stayed quiet the whole time Namra was confronting Nayeon. They must be terrified of you yet they haven’t left you alone to die or kicked you out. Come to remember, they didn’t stop Nayeon from going out on her own.

A knock sounded from the window and you look up to see Cheongsan staring at you worriedly, gesturing to the lock. Unlocking the door, you let him inside by scooting away and watched as he sit beside you after locking it again, leaning both of your back against it.

There was only silence while you two stared blankly at the wall of recording room, grieving over a bestfriend— in your case, a classmate.

“You didn’t do the same thing to Coach Kang and Minji, you know.” He suddenly spoke, breaking the silence. He shifted to face you and also make himself comfortable. “You killed them because you had to, otherwise we would all be dead. Nayeon didn’t have any reason to kill Gyeongsu. Everyone agreed on that.”

“Really?” Your eyes finally met his.

Cheongsan nods with sincerity coating his face. “They understand, and all of them are actually thankful you were brave enough to kill those two. No one thinks you’re the same as Nayeon.” He takes your hand in his and rubs it comfortingly, to which you responded by squeezing his hand back.

You play with his fingers, tracing them and tangling them with yours as you avoid eye contact. “I’m sorry about Gyeongsu...” He frowns at the look on your face. “I noticed something’s wrong with Coach Kang, but I didn’t notice anything when it came to Nayeon. I feel like I should’ve, specially when I’m the one who usually notice small things in this group, and I can’t help but think it’s—”

“It’s not your fault.” Cheongsan immediately interrupted, voice firm and unwavering. “None of us knew what was gonna happen. In fact, I think we’re the ones at fault because we told Nayeon to come here and apologize to Gyeongsu when that was probably what she wanted us to do. You tried to stop us, but we didn’t listen.”

You look up at him, seeing guilt and sadness in his eyes. You intertwined your fingers and Cheongsan doesn’t waste time to hold your hand back. “It isn’t your fault, either. We all carry the burden of not being able to save him, don’t beat yourself up.”

“It’s just—” He sighs. “I’m his best friend. Well, was. I could’ve done something more.”

“But you did, Cheongsan. You kept him from hurting you.” Cupping his face with one hand, you smile to reassure him. “I’m sure the last thing Gyeongsu wanted was to hurt his bestfriend and end up turning him.”

Cheongsan sighs and leans on your touch as he closed his eyes. It feels warm. He believed your words— even you knew Gyeongsu is a kind person who would never dare lay a hand on anyone he treasures. He was poor, but he had the richest heart among all people. Which is why what Nayeon did is even more unforgivable and frustrating.

Why does kind people have to always be the target to cold-blooded people? They might be easy to manipulate, but you still didn’t understand. Why was the world so cruel?

“(Y/n)?” Concern instantly plastered your face at how his voice trembled and he cleared his throat, feeling tears gather in his eyes.

“What is it, love?”

“You’re not gonna leave me, right?”

Cheongsan was afraid. You could easily tell. He was afraid of losing you like he lost Gyeongsu, of seeing you turn into those cannibalistic monsters, of seeing you die. You’re the only thing that kept him sane in this apocalypse. If he lost you, he would have no will to survive anymore.

You frown, wiping off the tears that spilled on his cheeks with your thumb. “I would never leave you, Cheongsan. It’s not gonna happen no matter what. I’ll stay by your side until we can be safe together, okay? Don’t cry, baby.” Bringing your other hand to cup the other side of his face, you gently pulled him to press a kiss on his forehead.

Cheongsan felt butterflies filling his stomach. Even in this zombie apocalypse, you never fail to make him feel loved and tinglish.

No one would probably believe you’re actually this soft and gentle when it comes to your lover. People always assumed you were rough and aggressive, and that you’re far from boyfriend material type. Little did they know you make sure everyday that he knows you love him, even though you can’t be close to each other in school.

You look into each other’s eyes before Cheongsan wrapped his arms around your neck and pulled you close to capture your lips in a lingering kiss.

It’s a life or death situation — feeling each other’s presence and kissing each other’s lips mattered more than hiding your relationship. Nothing should matter anymore than you and Cheongsan, and how you would live knowing the grim reaper can suddenly knock on your door anytime.

Right now, you just wanted to focus on the feeling of Cheongsan’s lips more than the zombies probably lurking outside the broadcasting room.

Gathering around the bonfire created by Namra’s lighter, everyone shared their own stories that no one has heard before. Hearing Namra open up made you smile, knowing she never got to do it with anyone up until now because no one bothered to befriend her. It’s actually why you two got along, being the black sheep of Ms. Park’s class.

You didn’t join them on bonfire, only listening to them share their own life stories as you leaned on the railings with both elbows rested on the surface. After dealing with so much crap and Gwinam going for your boyfriend’s head, you needed a well rest and a smoke to calm yourself, as well as to make the stress dissolve even just a bit. Though, dealing with zombies is honestly much better than dealing with school full of shitty students and teachers.

At some point, their conversation shifts from life story to crushes and you resist the urge to chuckle. Talking about crushes is probably the most mundane yet comforting thing to do in the middle of zombie apocalypse because it gives everyone a feeling as if they went back to a time when everyone wasn’t eating everybody. It reminds them of what they were doing when this apocalypse wasn’t a thing.

“How about you, Cheongsan? Do you have a crush?”

Their question made you puff a smoke as your thoughts wandered. Cheongsan can choose whether he’ll tell them or not, you suppose it doesn’t matter now since practically everyone in Korea is a zombie and not many would care anymore if two men are dating each other. Besides, you also wanted to care for him openly without worrying about someone finding out.

You assume Cheongsan nodded in reply due to various noises of curiosity leaving the other’s lips. He, too, probably doesn’t care anymore.

“Really? Who is it?” Onjo asked with surprise and tease lacing her voice, looking at him and waiting excitedly for his answer. Everyone anticipated it as well, some even growing impatient.

Cheongsan doesn’t say anything, instead points at you, who had your back turned to them.

All of their eyes follows the direction his finger pointed at and as soon as you entered their visions, their jaws drop in sync. Joonyoung looks at his finger and you back and fourth as he also pointed at you, mouth moving but no sounds coming out. Suhyeok had his brows raised, shock evident, staring at Cheongsan in disbelief. Hyoryung, Jimin and Daesu all covered their mouths, while Wujin, Onjo and Namra looked at him dumbfounded.

“You have a crush on (Y/n)!?” Wujin was the first to break everyone’s shock, beginning to look at you and Cheongsan back and fourth.

“How come you didn’t tell us? We shared our opinions about him in cafeteria, but you didn’t say anything about liking him.” Suhyeok shoots him a look, betrayed that Cheongsan hid it from them while they were idiotically telling what they felt and thought about his crush.

“Well, I did say he’s handsome.” Cheongsan defended himself. You subtly shake your head with a smile, realizing he must have said it so his friends would take the hint. “And to be honest, it’s not a crush anymore.” He shrugs.

Confusion is next to appear on everyone’s faces at his words, but Cheongsan stands up before they could ask what he means.

They watch as he walks towards you, and couldn’t help but notice that you immediately faced him as soon as his footsteps entered your ears. You inhaled one puff of smoke and threw the cigarette on the concrete floor. As if on instinct, Cheongsan steps on it to put it out. Your interaction was so natural that had everyone thinking if you often do it when you’re together.

“What’s up, Cheongsannie?”

He doesn’t respond, instead brings his hand up to tug your uniform with a pout. It’s a gesture he always does when he wants you to kiss him.

Without hesitation, you slip your hand on his face and leans forward to capture his adorable pouting lips in a kiss as Cheongsan closed his eyes, fist gripping the fabric of your uniform. You heard few of them gasp before you pulled away and ruffled your lover’s hair.

“Satisfied?” You smirk, licking your lips.

Cheongsan smacks your hand away and grumbles about you ruining his already ruined hair, red tint on his cheeks unfortunately visible. His heart pounded rapidly against his chest at first time kissing in front of people.

“Don’t worry, darling. You still look handsome with ruined hair and blood all over you.” Throwing him a teasing compliment, you leaned forward again to kiss his forehead, something that became a habit of yours after you started dating him.

“Fuck you,” Cheongsan playfully curses while pinching your side and shoving you away, though the smile on his face betrayed him.

You scoffed smugly, “You wish. We’re still in the middle of apocalypse, moron.”

“(Y/N)!!”

You laughed, avoiding his hand that tried to smack you over the head and runs over to the bonfire when Cheongsan starts chasing you, using Daesu as a shield. Now, all of them were shocked of how playful you are — a big contrast to how you are in school everyday.

“(Y/n), stop hiding behind Daesu.” Cheongsan panted as he glared at you playfully.

You childishly stuck your tongue out, which made Cheongsan roll his eyes while amusement crosses everyone’s face. “Only if you can make him move away.” You said smugly, knowing no one can force Daesu to move.

Your boyfriend gives you a look before shifting his gaze on Daesu, “Can you move, please?”

Much to your displeasure, the said man scoots away without hesitation and chuckles when he hears your gasp of betrayal. “What the— You traitor!” You smacked his arm quite strongly, causing him to wince and hold the arm that you hit.

Everyone laughs; it feels weird to see you be childish and playful when you’re usually calm, collected, cold and quiet, but they were happy nevertheless because you finally showed a side that you never did. However, they find it also sad how this is the only time they got to see you be playful, when they have just little chances of surviving. They regret fearing you just because you look intimidating. You may have a resting bitch face, but that doesn’t mean you hurt everybody on sight. They should’ve figured that out before.

Cheongsan comes to sit beside you (after successfully smacking the back of your head) with a yawn, exhaution finally showing itself on his body. Your eyes softened as you tugged his arm and Cheongsan let himself fall to your side. His head softly lands on your lap, facing the night sky, and you immediately bring your hand to massage his scalp. Cheongsan sighs in content, closing his eyes.

“Rest, darling. You need it.” You softly say. Everyone can’t help but stare at how gentle you are with Cheongsan.

“You need to rest too,” Cheongsan mutters with eyes still closed. “You and Suhyeok fought those zombies off more than we did.” He feels you shake your head.

“It doesn’t matter. We’re all the same in terms of exhaution.” You take his hand in your unused one to press a kiss on his knuckles. He opens his eyes, feeling butterflies clouding his stomach again. “And besides, I have to protect you from Gwinam. He’s after your head, who knows when he’ll come back.”

“He’s actually after my eye, but you don’t need to protect me all the time, you know.” Intertwining his fingers with yours, Cheongsan looks at you with worry in his eyes. “If you keep thinking about me, you’ll eventually forget to protect yourself. I don’t want you to get hurt or bitten.”

A smile spreads across your lips.

He might be right and it’s probably too dangerous to think about your boyfriend before yourself when zombies can grab you anywhere and anytime, but knowing he’s worried made you feel happy, warmth spreading from your heart outwards.

Cheongsan notices your smile and lightly hits your shoulder with his free hand, pouting. “Why the hell are you smiling? You rarely smile yet you’re smiling at the possibility that you could die protecting me. It’s not funny. Stop that.”

You only let out a chuckle in response to his scolding.

The others can’t help but smile when they heard the sound of your laughter for the first time as Cheongsan continues to simultaneously threat and scold you at the same time, refusing to stop until you swear you’ll look after yourself too. They found yours and Cheongsan’s couple interaction cute and entertaining, some even feeling as if they missed an opportunity to tease the two of you when zombies didn’t exist. It made them feel sad, but at least they found out before it’s too late and could still have an opportunity to tease.

“If you really—”

“Relax, sweetheart.” You interrupted, giving his hand a squeeze. He opens his mouth to object, but you beat him to it. “If you really think I’m going to forget about myself, then protect me instead. That way, we could prevent the worst from happening, hm? How does that sound?”

Cheongsan goes silent as he thinks about it for a while, then squeezed your hand back to let you know he settled his mind. “Okay. Sounds good enough.”

You grinned, leaning down to kiss his lips before petting his hair after pulling away. Greatly satisfied with your suggestion, Cheongsan closes his eyes to get himself to sleep, his free arm wrapping around your torso as he snuggled closer to you, wanting to feel your presence as much as he can. Shrugging your blazer off, you laid it over him to serve as a blanket.

“This is our first time seeing you smile,” Suhyeok spoke when silence fell. You look up to see a soft look plastered on his face. “I don’t mean to tell you what to do, but you should smile more.”

The others nodded their head in agreement. “You look good smiling.” Jimin compliments, receiving another nods of agreement from everyone.

You shrug, “I naturally don’t smile that often. He makes me laugh everytime, though. If you want any reaction out of me, just bring Cheongsan and let us talk. You’ll get a smile or laughter.”

“That’s probably because you trust him more than anyone else.” Onjo smiled, eyes soft. You nod while smiling, gently playing with Cheongsan’s hair.

“You don’t trust anyone that much.” Claimed Joonyoung. “So seeing you be freely yourself around us, it made me think how we gained it over the times we’ve spent together in this zombie apocalypse. Thanks for, you know... Trusting us.”

You flash them a smile. “Thanks for trusting me, too.”

Maybe letting your secret out wasn’t such a bad thing even before the apocalypse, with an exception of those gangs you beat up that may or may not use Cheongsan as hostage to get back at you.

Nonetheless, you were glad that your boyfriend had revealed everything out in the open — you’ve gained not many, but enough support. You’ll forever cherish this day, even if there’s little hope left to survive.

© ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ғᴀʟʟᴇɴᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀs. sᴛᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ, ᴘʟᴀɢɪᴀʀɪᴢɪɴɢ, ᴏʀ ᴜsɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ғᴏʀ ᴍᴏɴᴇᴛᴀʀʏ ɢᴀɪɴ ɪs sᴛʀɪᴄᴛʟʏ ᴘʀᴏʜɪʙɪᴛᴇᴅ. ᴀsᴋ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛɪɴɢ ᴏʀ ᴛʀᴀɴsʟᴀᴛɪɴɢ.

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𝗚𝗥𝗜𝗙𝗙𝗜𝗡

𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬, 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝-𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐬, 𝐝𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐚𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬, 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐞. 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐲 𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐬.

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𝐓𝐇𝐘𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐀 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐀

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𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐀

not together (♡♢)

𝐌𝐉 𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐉𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐖𝐀

nothing yet.

𝐊𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐋𝐈𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐊𝐔𝐋

nothing yet.

𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐘𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐄

nothing yet.

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I LOVE your aesthetics, it's soooo pretty and creative. Also your writing it's really good, curious about your future works!!!! ❤️

i thought so hard about the aesthetics so thank you, anon😭 and that really means a lot to me, thank you very much again. sending love to you🤗 i hope you have a good day!

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✞ 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐎𝐘 ✞

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞. falling for the scary, intimidating bad boy in school could probably be the worst thing junhui has ever done, but he was determined to at least get close to you even though you literally hate everyone.

𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘. wen junhui x male reader

𝖈𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖓 𝖆𝖚. college!au

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘. could be considered as fluff, strong language, reader being mean and rude, mentioned physical fights, minor injuries, cold to everyone and soft to lover trope

𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊. an absolute sucker for mean boy turning soft only to his crush/significant other.

FEM ALIGNED DNI !!

Junhui sighs, watching you literally push a student off the chair you were supposed to sit on.

Other students helped the one who was pushed off without casting you a glance as you sat down, too afraid to even look you in the eye that always shot everyone a menacing glare matching with signature scowl.

You’ve always been rude and mean to people, it’s nothing new, but he can’t help but wonder what is it about you that made him fall in love. Though, when he remembered again the moment you captured his heart in your hands, those wonder turned into dust as a small smile appeared across his lips. Junhui had once seen other side of you that people never get to see; the soft side where you talk to animals, feed them and treat them with such care. The way you smiled at those meowing kittens made his heart swell and butterflies to fill his stomach.

Ever since then, Junhui had been observing you, just in case he can see the glimpse of what he saw again, and needless to say it’s still yet to succeed.

Everyday, he would try to approach you and spark a casual conversation only to be turned down by one single harsh “fuck off” and your eyes practically shooting daggers at him. Of course, that would always lead him to leaving you alone since he doesn’t want you to get mad. Despite falling for you in a very short amount of time (it could even be considered just split seconds), he’s still intimidated by you and will never risk getting you angry.

Being turned down harshly and with clear hatred hurt him to say the least, but he knew it coming the moment he decided to approach the person who isn’t afraid of speaking his thoughts out loud and hates everybody with no exceptions.

Honestly, Junhui doesn’t know why he still tries. Something just tells him to keep trying and never give up, hanging onto the thread of possibility that you might open up to him someday if he kept on trying.

The walls that surrounds you are so high that no one can break through or even step in your side, so Junhui thought that maybe, if he climbed up instead of trying to break it down, he would see a tiniest bit of your real self.

He wanted to know why you’re being... well, you, and to also see your soft side again, because it’s what pulled him towards you.

Another reason why he doesn’t want to give up is because he’s in love with you and he wants you to understand that not everyone’s gonna fear you forever. Deep down, Junhui could sense your lack of love within even though you hid it perfectly well, and he wants to really get to know you even just a little bit, so he could know your side and not just some dumb rumors that circulates around the campus.

Which leads to him now trying to start a conversation with you again in the cafeteria as his friends — Minghao, Jeonghan, Joshua and Seongcheol — all watched by their table, untouched lunch boxes in front of them.

“Hey...” Junhui starts reluctantly, sitting down beside you.

You didn’t have to look to know it was him and rolled your eyes, unresponsive, proceeding to scroll through your phone.

He sighed, but felt relieved to not receive a harsh and cold rejection. “I heard you’re struggling with science?”

Scowling, you only glanced at his way and then returned it to your screen. “Who said that?” As he expected, your voice was cold and had a tint of threatening tone, but he figured that’s just your normal one.

“Uh... Seokmin?” Junhui carefully answered, not knowing how you’ll react because it’s still not confirmed whether what the boy said was true or not. However, when you sighed in annoyance and glared at Lee Seokmin — the well known popular boy — Junhui knew it’s true.

“Look, I can help you with it if you want. I’m kind of good at science.”

That was probably not the best idea as your glare moved from Seokmin to him. He had to prevent himself from shrinking in his seat due to how intimidating you look.

“I don’t need help.” You snapped, venom lacing your tone. “Wen Junhui, stay the fuck away from me if you don’t want that pretty face of yours to be beaten.” The threat spills from your mouth smoothly, as if it’s the place where it belongs, before you stood up to walk away while shooting everyone a glare of daggers.

Junhui sighs in defeat, then stands up to walk back to where his friends waited for him. “Another unsuccessful attempt.” He mutters, grudgingly sitting down beside Minghao.

“Like it’s ever gonna succeed.” The sassy man beside him responded sarcastically with a look.

“Yeah, no offense, Junnie boy. But what you’re doing is very close to impossible.” Jeonghan agrees, shrugging his shoulders as Seongcheol nods his head to show his partake in their agreement.

Sighing for the second time, Junhui opened his lunch box and began digging in. “I just want to get to know him because everyone seems to make up some rumors that might and might not be true. I don’t think it’ll hurt being friends.” He grumbles before stuffing his mouth with spicy food that was in his lunch box.

“I don’t think it’ll hurt being friends.” Jeonghan mocked, making a face, and Junhui stuck his tongue out at him.

“You want to get to know him because you’re in love with him.” Seongcheol then corrects, which Junhui rolled his eyes at. “Of all people you could’ve fallen for, you chose the person who hates his fellow humans and constantly beats up people who rub him in the wrong way.”

“Who is also rude.” Joshua added with a raise of his index finger and Minghao pointed at him, nodding in agreement.

All of them were victims of your rudeness which is why they couldn’t understand how Junhui, the giddy and most nicest person they’ve ever known, fell for you. No one will ever question Junhui why or how the hell did it happen because they would certainly not understand no matter the explanation. They could guess the future of you rejecting him, specially with the way you are and your sexuality being unknown, and they knew he knows that too which is why none of them bothers to stop him, letting him do whatever he wants for now.

Junhui is actually thankful they aren’t holding him back.

Though, due to so many failed attempts, he was slowly losing hope and can’t help but feel like he isn’t going to succeed. Your walls are a tough one to climb, almost seeming as if it’s a mountain instead of brick walls from how far away he still is to reach the highest end.

But Junhui isn’t gonna give up.

No, he won’t.

He could never when the memory of your smiling face constantly shows up in his mind, when the sound of your shockingly soft and sweet voice talking to the kittens still haunts his ears, when the way you gently pet those heads of meowing little creatures as if they’re a glass that’s easy to break is carved deep in his visuals.

That one single memory is what encourages him to keep trying, and Junhui has no plans of letting something else become the source of discouragement.

No, he’s going to try more, more, and more until there’s a little change between you and him.

You need to know he isn’t easy to get rid of.

“Fuckers.” You curse under your breath and slide down the concrete wall to sit on the ground, holding onto your bruising stomach.

Maybe walking through a dark alleyway alone wasn’t a good idea, you hadn’t expected someone would be waiting on you with his gang hiding in the dark to get revenge. There was once a time when you beat up the gang that was abusing those poor little dogs, and now they came back to make you pay for hospitalizing some of their members. Fortunately, even though there were eleven guys teaming up on you, you were better at fist fight than them and got the upper hand, beating them up instead for the second time.

Though, not so lucky, you got minor injuries. Those fuckers can’t fight without using weapons and had to hit you with baseball bats to overthrow you.

Sighing deeply and closing your eyes, you could feel the adrenaline leave your body as pain starts to replace it, causing a groan to erupt from your throat. Having injuries aren’t new for you, but damn, it still hurts.

“(Y/n)?” A familiar voice cuts through the air and you opened your eyes to see Junhui approaching you with concern plastering his face.

You groaned, annoyance showing again.

“Leave me alone.”

He kneeled in front of you, one hand clutching your arm and the other holding your bruised face. “What happened? You have to be treated immediately, come on.”

You gripped his wrist with one hand and glared at him, stubbornly refusing his help. “Get your fucking hands off of me.”

Junhui shakes his head, grabbing your hand to put your arm over his shoulders so he could help you get up. “Stop being stubborn even at this times, (Y/n). I’m going to help you whether you like it or not.” Speaking sternly, he starts walking you both towards the direction of his house.

Too tired to even protest, you just let him drag you wherever he’s going.

That’s how you ended up in the living room of his house, sitting on the beige couch with Junhui beside you, your body turned to his direction as he treat your injuries, first dabbing the cotton ball on the cut on your bleeding lip gently. Once in a while a hiss of pain would fill the silence in the air and he would always mutter an apology before proceeding to dab the cotton ball again.

After he’s done with your lip, he moved to treat the cut on your cheekbone, muttering an apology under his breath again when you flinched in pain.

“You know, you should be more careful. I see you coming to school with several cuts and bruises sometimes.” His voice was barely above a whisper due to his attention being completely focused on treating your injuries.

You scoffed, “Being careful won’t save me from revengeful dicks.”

“Then stop getting into fights with them.” He scolded, replacing the bloody cotton balls with a new one and going back to treat the cut on your cheekbone. You only rolled your eyes, which made him press the cotton balls harder on your cut, pulling another hiss of pain from you.

“Ow! Did you just fucking do that intentionally?” You gripped his wrist to stop him, glaring.

“So what if I did?” Junhui retorts and you raised your brows, first time hearing someone talk back. “That’s the only way I could get you to listen to me.” He went back on dabbing the cotton balls on your cut, gently again this time. “I’m not telling you to stop getting into fights, I’m telling you to be careful and try not to get hit for once. Don’t you know I get worried everytime I see you with injuries?”

Your brows furrowed at his question.

No one does ever worry when you get into a fight. They either stay away or ignore because they think minding your business will get them in trouble, specially when teachers are heavily asking students to stay away from you.

So when Junhui admitted he was worried, you almost don’t believe it, until you saw the sincere look in his eyes.

“You really get worried about me?” Your voice was small and it surprised him, but he nodded nonetheless.

“Of course, I do. How could I not when the person I’ve been crushing on comes to school with visible injuries?” Your eyes widened, at the same time Junhui slapped a hand over his mouth with eyes wide as well.

It totally fucking slipped.

He wasn’t planning on confessing so soon without getting close to you first, but now that his stupid mouth accidentally slipped it and all the hard work he put just came crumbling down, he might not get the chance of knowing you anymore. Before you could utter any words, he walked away to get two ice packs from the refrigerator while avoiding your eyes, not wanting you to be weirded out by him.

Now, it all made sense. Why Junhui keeps bugging you, approaching you, trying to talk to you — he just wanted to know you through yourself because he likes you.

Normally, you would get annoyed at anyone who keeps bothering you, but for some reason it wasn’t the case with Junhui. In fact, you find it cute how he’s trying hard to get to know you more despite knowing there’s only tiny chances he got that’s close to none. He’s the first one to even try and actually show interest in you. It got you feeling something that you’ve never felt before — maybe giddy and a little happiness.

Junhui gave you the ice packs after returning, “Use that for your black eye and stomach. It might get better.” You didn’t say anything as you do what he said and place the ice pack on your eye while holding the other with your empty hand.

“Can you pull my shirt up?” Shockingly, your voice came out nice than demanding and watched as he gently lifted your shirt, breath hitching at the sight of your toned abdomen but worry also plastering his face seeing the large bruise forming on your stomach. Smiling a small one, you pressed the second ice pack on your stomach and let him proceed to dab the cotton ball on the cut of your cheekbone again.

“Are you feeling concussion? Your head was bleeding bad earlier.” He asked, brows slightly furrowed in concentration. You shook your head; getting bashed in the head with a baseball bat isn’t enough to give you concussion though to some people it might be.

“That’s good.” He whispered, sigh of relief escaping him.

Staying silent, you take your time to observe his features. Junhui is obviously good looking — you don’t know how you didn’t notice it before — from his sparkling brown eyes to his perfectly shaped lips and the little mole on the upper right corner of his lips. His brown hair looked smooth, giving you the urge to run your hand through them that you resist. He’s pretty cute, unfortunately you didn’t notice it sooner because you were so keen on scaring him away.

“Aren’t your parents worried about you coming home late with injuries?” Junhui suddenly asked, replacing the cotton ball one more time to treat the gush on your forehead.

You scoff. “No, they’re too busy with their fucking pathetic business to even care for their son.” He recognized the bitter tone.

Junhui frowns, “You don’t have anyone to take care of you?”

Shrugging your shoulders, sadness washed over your face that’s barely visible, but he still witnessed. “I’ve been alone since I was a kid ‘cause they couldn’t leave their business alone even just once.”

“Why didn’t you make any friends?”

“Because they’re idiots.” You replied, as if it’s the most obvious answer ever, earning an amused snort from him. “I don’t like idiots, which explains a lot why I hate everyone ‘cause they’re all idiots too. But you... I guess I was kind of wrong about you.”

“Wrong how?” He gave a questioning look.

“Idiots usually pretend to care and be a fake friend to someone, but you’re not.” You shrugged. “Your feelings are genuine and you don’t pretend to be nice. I think you’re pretty cool.” And handsome.

A smile threatened to force its way out of Junhui’s lips. “Well, it’s nice hearing that. I think you’re very cool too, even though you’re mostly rude and mean to all of us.”

You chuckled, and the sound alone is enough to make Junhui’s heart pound against his ribcage rapidly. It’s heaven hearing you laugh and seeing you smile, butterflies filling his stomach while he tries to hide his happiness of being able to talk with you, or treat your injuries.

On the other hand, you were feeling some warmth in your heart due to first time experiencing kindness and being cared of. Admittedly, it feels extra nice.

You’ve been touch starved ever since you were a kid, with your parents always out for business and some idiotic kids bullying you for not having anyone to care for you. Fear of abandonment caused you to build tall and thick walls around your comfort zone; you told everyone to fuck off, to never get close to you, because you were afraid they’re gonna stop caring someday. You pushed them away by being rude and mean instead of letting anyone in, so when Junhui showed you little kindness and care out of nowhere, you honestly didn’t know what to feel.

It was nice, there was joy, but... still unexplainable.

Securing the gauze pad on every cuts you have, Junhui smiled in satisfaction. “Okay, your face is done. Now, we need to treat your knuckles, put down the ice packs first so I can tend to it.” You obeyed him, placing the ice packs on the table and holding your hands out, the back facing up.

Your knuckles are bleeding bad so he gently pressed a wet cloth on it, wiping the blood off. His movements were gentle, almost as if he was touching a glass that’s easy to break, probably afraid of hurting you. How could he be so nice to the person who’s been rude to him everytime he tried to talk is beyond your understanding.

You watch as Junhui examined your knuckles, tilting his head to observe. A chuckle unknowingly passed your throat that caused him to look up, “What is it? Why are you laughing?”

“No, nothing. I just thought you would pass as a medical worker.” You shook your head with a smirk of amusement.

“You think so?”

“With how smart you are and seem to know what you’re doing, you probably wouldn’t struggle to.” The compliment smoothly leave your lips like it was natural, which it isn’t, because most words that leaves your mouth are sarcasm, insults and threats.

Junhui smiled, and you found yourself staring.

“Funny story, actually, uh... I learned to treat wounds and injuries so I could use it whenever you get into a fight.” He admitted as he avoided eye contact while working on your knuckles, clearly embarrassed.

You raised your brows, teasing smile threatening to slip. “I didn’t know you like me that much. Is that why you always try to talk to me?”

He cleared his throat, blushing furiously. “Yes, also because I just wanted to know you more and not through those stupid rumors that aren’t probably true. I know it’s a dumb reason, like why would I want to get to know someone who doesn’t like anybody, but I was really curious about you.”

Obviously, he was embarrassed that now you know how he feels — Junhui just acted as if it doesn’t affect him in the slightest. But you knew better that if there was a hole somewhere here, he’d go into it without wasting time.

“Why do you like me?” You suddenly asked as he started wrapping bandages and froze at your question. “I mean, there’s nothing for me to like about and I don’t understand how you can.”

Junhui sighs, then goes back to wrapping the bandages around one of your knuckles. “There is, actually. Like how you feed animals and are sweet to them.” He smiled at the sight of your eyes widening. “Yes, I saw that and it’s actually the moment I realized you aren’t a bad person, just someone that refuses to let people in.”

You hummed while nodding your head, trying to look casual to hide the embarrassment crippling through your cheeks. He switched to wrapping the bandages around your other hand.

“You’re not so bad yourself, Wen Junhui.”

He smiles, making sure the bandages are secured on your hands before looking back at you. “And you’re not the worse, (L/n) (Y/n).”

A laugh escapes the two of you.

After clenching and unclenching your fists to check if the bandages will go off and when it doesn’t, you turned to him with uncertainty. Junhui thought you’d want to go home now that your injuries are treated well, but he was proven wrong when a small smile spread across your lips.

“So, since you wanted to get to know me... How about we talk? And I make up for the times I told you to fuck off?”

He chuckled, smiling widely, and nods his head. “I would love that.”

“You know what I don’t understand is how can the teachers give us more assignments than necessary?” Jeonghan complains as he slammed his notebooks on the table, clearly distressed by the assignments given.

Minghao rolled his eyes, “Because that’s how school works. Just finish the damn thing and get over it.”

Junhui shakes his head at them with a smile, proceeding to teach his classmate regarding science assignment.

Seongcheol, Joshua, Jeonghan, Minghao and Junhui always gather around their table in canteen before class to spend time together just a bit; an unspoken rule that their group has. Now, it’s an hour before the first class starts and they were all helping each other with the assignments that were given, mostly stressing out about it. Though, Junhui was rather enthusiastic today for some reason, something that his friends didn’t fail to miss, even though none of them have spoken about it.

“Okay, so this should—” Junhui goes to explain the next question to his classmate, or better known as Seokmin, but cuts himself off when someone’s elbow placed itself on his shoulder.

Everyone gathered on their table looked up and widened their eyes, going silent. You stood there, eyes glaring daggers at Seokmin with your usual scowl. “Move.” Your voice was harsh and demanding that made Seokmin flinch.

“Uh— I- I can’t.” Despite fear and uneasiness slipping throughout his body, Seokmin responds, causing you to raise both brows and give him a menacing stare. By now, all students in the canteen were staring with nervousness clouding their expression.

“Junhui’s teaching me science right now—”

“Did I ask?” You quickly interrupted with a sarcastic look before your face turns serious, “Move.” The threatening tone and the way your voice dropped a few octaves immediately had him gathering his things and scrambling up from the chair. You watched him cower away and sat down, a smile taking over your lips almost instantly, as if you didn’t intimidate Seokmin to death.

Junhui’s friends all opens their mouth agape in surprise. Were you smiling, is that a smile they see?

Junhui smiled back, casually ignoring what happened as he placed his pen down. “How are your injuries?”

You shrug, “Fine, I guess? It doesn’t hurt as much anymore, thanks to you.” Junhui grins triumphantly which caused you to chuckle at his cuteness. “Here.” You suddenly placed a white plastic bag on the table in front of him.

“What is this?” He asked, curiosity filling him as he opened it to see varies of spicy snacks and his favorite drinks.

“It’s my way of saying thank you.” You said with a smirk, opening a canned soda. Jeonghan and Joshua widened their eyes then looked at each other as Seongcheol and Minghao stares at you, as if you’ve lost your mind.

Junhui, despite being happy for getting something from you, shakes his head. “You didn’t have to buy me anything, I did it all because I wanted to.”

“And I did this because I wanted to.” you retort, repeating his words, sly look on your smirking face. “Just accept it with gratitude, Junnie. I know you like it when I give you things.” You tease him flirtatiously and bite your lip, poking his blushing cheeks. Perhaps, teasing Junhui is starting to become your hubby instead of beating up people. You suppose it’s a good thing.

The others are now plastering a mixed emotions— they don’t know whether to be shocked or disgusted by the heart eyes that you and Junhui send each other. They’ve never seen you talk to someone with a smile, let alone be flirty, and they almost couldn’t believe what they were seeing is real. All of their attention weren’t on the assignments anymore, wanting to watch you interact with Junhui rather than finish it. This side of you is totally new and they don’t want to miss anything, specially when it’s a first seeing you be nice, kind and not scowling or glaring at others.

But, of course, it’s pretty obvious that you’ll only be like this to Junhui from how you treated Seokmin just seconds ago.

Your eyes dropped to his notebook that had neat handwriting and organized writing style. “You really like science, huh?”

“Oh, yeah.” Junhui merely glanced at his notes then returned his gaze back to you, wanting to focus more on your features that he could never get tired of staring at. “Just important notes. Is it true what Seokmin said though? That you’re struggling with science?”

You chuckled at the same question, recalling how you reacted to it the day before. “Not really struggling, I still get straight A’s to all classes. But out of all classes, science is what I’m not fond of and would rather skip than attend.” Placing one elbow on the table, you rest your chin on the palm as you answer.

“Do you want me to teach you?” The question slipped past Junhui’s mouth before he could even think properly. He smacked himself internally.

Why am I asking that? He doesn’t like being helped.

However, instead of the cold and blunt answer he was expecting, what came from you was just a nonchalant shrug and unbothered look. “Sure, that’ll be cool.” Everyone’s brows shot up in surprise as Junhui’s jaw slightly dropped, dumbfounded. A chuckle left your throat at his adorable reaction.

“I thought you said you don’t need my help?” Says Junhui slowly, still trying to process the answer you gave.

“Yes, but I can spend more time with you if you teach me so why not?” You replied, smirking flirtatiously. “Besides, didn’t you say you like me? If I were you, I’d want to spend more time with me.” There’s that again, the teasing tone lacing your voice.

Everyone snaps their gaze towards Junhui in surprise, eyes wide. He fucking confessed and he didn’t say anything.

Junhui just shakes his head with a wide smile. “Okay, okay, no need to bring that up. I’ll teach you anyway whether you want me to or not.” You laughed at that and ruffle his hair, to which he tried to stop by grabbing your wrists while giggling like a little kid, both play-fighting — you reaching for his hair and him trying to stop you.

After a while you both stopped when his hair was already a mess, Junhui pouting slightly as he fixed it, causing another chuckle to erupt from you. “Don’t pout your lips, it makes you even more cuter.” He shot you a playful glare, noticing the amusement in your expression.

“So when will I teach you?”

“Today, after class, your place.” You didn’t miss a beat to answer.

He hums and this time, Junhui was the one having a teasing smile. “You like my place, huh?” You rolled your eyes playfully. “Only if I’m allowed to ride your bike, then we can go.” Your lips twisted upwards into a smile.

Usually, you don’t like people touching or wanting to ride your bike, but it’s Junhui we’re talking about. How can you say no to him? The answer is, of course, you can’t.

“Deal.”

Junhui grins happily at your answer as excitement rushed through him, feeling triumphant to be the first person who’s allowed to ride your bike.

“Well, I guess I’ll see you later then.” You say, standing up from the chair, and his grin immediately dropped.

“You’re already going?”

That made you abruptly stop from leaving, cocky smirk appearing as you pointed to the clock hanging on the corner. “It’s already time for our first class. Don’t worry, babe, I’ll come bother you again at lunch time.” You winked, patting his shoulder before walking away.

With another blush coating his cheeks, Junhui watched you walk away then turned to his friends after you’re out of sight, who were already looking at him. Joshua raised his brows, “Are you gonna start explaining?”

Junhui smiles and looks down, deciding to keep the entire incident to himself. “All he needed was a little kindness and to be cared for.”

All of them groaned in sync.

“Yeah, not acceptable. You’ll tell us every detail, you little shit.”

“Jeonghan, finish your assignments first then you can talk.”

“Shut up, Minghao.”

It was right that Junhui didn’t give up — and now, the future of being your boyfriend might not be so far anymore.

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✞ 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 ✞

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞. when his schedule became not so hectic, minghao decides to surprise you after realizing you’ve been as exhausted as he is lately.

𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘. xu minghao x ceo!male reader

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘. NSFW, strong language, top!reader, bottom!minghao, deep throat, face fuck, crossdressing (minghao wears lingerie), fingering, praise kink, sex against desk, choking if you squint, breeding, hair pulling, dacryphilia, office sex, overstimulation, degradation if you squint, name calling (slut), lots of dirty talk

MINORS, FEM ALIGNED DNI !!

Being the CEO of a most selling, popular brand worldwide would always get tiring no matter how you love your job. Most of the time, you’d have to stay in your office to complete the task works, sign some papers, deal with things the CEO has to deal with and has no time resting. So the only escape was Xu Minghao, your boyfriend, who have always been the source of relief to you and could make you smile no matter what the situation is.

However, he’s one of korea’s famous boy group meaning his schedule isn’t always free— in fact, it was more hectic than yours and you’d only see him for like twenty minutes before he has to go again.

Due to this, it’s been almost two weeks since you properly spent time with each other and both were as stressed as the other, annoyance showing as day goes by.

Today, though? Minghao got lucky.

Seventeen was given a weekend off, which means he finally can spend those two days with you to catch up, and he was obviously excited despite knowing your schedule doesn’t match his. Remembering how exhausted you sounded last night when he called, Minghao bought something for the surprise — something that he knows you’ll love and go crazy over — wearing it underneath his usual fashionista type of outfit before leaving the dorm.

You were rubbing your temples when the telephone on your desk started ringing, causing an exasperated sigh to escape as your finger pushed the answer button so you don’t have to take the phone. “What is it?”

“Sir, I apologize for the disturbance. Mr. Xu is on his way there to your office, I thought I should notify you.”

Surprise coat your face, but relief washed over you and a smile automatically spread across your lips, ignoring the tiredness. “Alright, thank you.”

As soon as the line went off, the doors opened and Minghao enters, immediately smiling at you, then locking them behind him. He has to thank you for not having transparent doors like other CEO’s. Walking over to you, his hand found itself on your shoulder and gently rubbed it, concern filling him at the sight of your tired face.

“Are you okay, wô de ài?” The nickname in his native language made your stomach do flips as a relaxed smile appear on your lips.

“I am, darling. Thank you for coming here, but I still have things to do and I don’t think I’ll finish them anytime soon.” Disappointment was evident in your voice as you sigh and rub your face with one hand, wanting to finish everything as soon as possible so you can tend to him.

Minghao glances at the papers and begins gathering them. You didn’t question it; looking at those papers give you headache and you’ll be more than glad to not see it scattered all over your desk. He then pulled the drawer to place them inside. “You need to relax, (Y/n).” You sighed at his soft, soothing voice.

“I’ll help you.” He said and turned your office chair for you to face him, kneeling on the floor and giving your thighs a firm squeeze.

You hummed appreciatively, Minghao taking it as a sign of permission before he unbuckled your belt, popping the buttons and sliding the pants down along with your boxers, letting it rest on your thighs as your semi-hard cock sprung out.

He almost let out a moan at its sight, but prevented himself, licking his lips and looking up at you, who was waiting with one of your elbows on the armrest as your cheek rest on the back of your hand. Seeing lust take over your previously tired eyes made him gulp in excitement, knowing you won’t go easy on him once he starts. Not that he’s a masochist, but he always liked when you go rough on him, specially at a working place.

“Go ahead, love. Help me relieve the stress.” You smirked, watching him like a predator targeting its prey.

Nodding silently, he finally wrapped his hand around your cock which almost made you buckle your hips, the familiar sensation making you shiver. Minghao began moving his hand and giving kitten licks on the tip, not having to wait long for it to go completely hard. Once it did, he rubs the slit with his thumb and let his tongue travel from the base to the head, pulling a pleasured groan out of you.

Your hand that your face was previously resting on slips through Minghao’s black hair while the other laid on the armrest, unused. “Take it all in now.” The words came out as demanding, his hips unconsciously buckling in response.

Minghao doesn’t hesitate to obey your demand, opening his mouth to slide your cock all the way in. You moaned loudly at the feeling of his warm mouth engulfing you while he gagged at your size and length, eyes stinging as tears appeared, feeling your hand tightening its hold on his hair but not enough to hurt him. Starting to bob his head up and down, Minghao watched as you throw your head back in pleasure and moan sinfully, the sound completely turning him on.

“Ah, fuck— you’re so good at this, baby.” You praise, followed by a moan.

Minghao always love hearing you praise him, thus he took it as an encouragement to lower his head further down as he continued bobbing his head, feeling your cock slide in and out of his throat each movement, earning a much louder moan from you.

Looking up, his cock twitched in his pants at the sight— your face showing pure ecstasy with eyes closed, mouth apart to let out series of curses and moans and groans, empty hand gripping the armrest until your knuckles turned white. Minghao felt pride swarm inside him for how obviously good he makes you feel. However, when you opened your eyes and leaned away from the office chair while tugging on his hair enough to give him both pain and pleasure, Minghao stopped himself from bobbing his head and stayed at the tip of your cock, his tongue licking the slit.

“Do you think you can take me fucking into your mouth like a sex doll, hm?” You asked, smirking almost sadistically, tilting your head.

Although he knew it was rhetorical, Minghao still nodded.

A chuckle erupts from your throat, “Of course, you can. You’re my good little slut after all.” His own erection throbbed at the name.

Minghao didn’t have time to prepare himself before you pushed his head to take all your cock in again, this time holding him in place as you start thrusting your hips and fuck his throat ruthlessly, wet sounds echoing throughout your office while he gagged on your cock, choking a little. Fortunately, everything is soundproof in your work place so there’s no need to worry about someone hearing your personal business.

His cock throbbed in his pants each time you fuck into his mouth and it felt as if he was going to cum any seconds just by you abusing his throat, but he doesn’t care at that moment as all he could focus on was the pleasure.

Saliva and precum dripped down his chin and his jaw was becoming sore, yet he didn’t want you to stop as squeezed your thighs with his hands. Your moans starts to get louder as Minghao felt your cock throbbing in his mouth, the movement of your hips becoming sloppy, excitement dancing in the pit of his stomach. With five more thrusts into his mouth you came, loud moan escaping your lips and head thrown back, spilling your hot seeds in his throat.

Minghao moans at the taste of you and buckled his hips, almost cumming, tears running down his flushed cheeks as he gripped your thighs and waited for you to calm down from your high. As soon as you pulled out, he doesn’t waste time to swallow the remaining cum in his mouth, lips glossy due to the mixture of his saliva and your cum.

Gently gripping his jaw, you forced him to open his mouth and smirked in satisfaction. “Hm... Such a good boy, swallowing my cum obediently like the little slut that you are.”

Tears glistening his eyes, Minghao rubs your arm with one hand while the other squeezed your thigh. “Please, (Y/n), it’s been so long.” He begged desperately. You raised your brows, clearly loving how he begs to be fucked right then and there, but wanting him to do more.

“(Y/n)— Please, please, please, fuck me. I waited so long for this, just fucking ruin me.”

Oh, now that he mentioned, you aren’t definitely gonna go easy on him today.

Before he could utter more desperate begs, you smashed your lips on his to kiss him hungrily and lustfully, bringing both hands down to lift him up by the back of his thighs and he quickly wrapped his legs around you in response, reciprocating the kiss. You set him on the table, brushing your unclothed crotch against his clothed one to pull a moan out of you two.

“Wait,” Breathing out, Minghao stopped your hands that were beginning to remove his clothes. You pulled away and looked at him in confusion as he bit his lip, “I actually wanted to surprise you.” Before unbuttoning his pants and sliding it off his legs, your eyes widening at the black laced lingerie he’s wearing.

He then removed his top, also revealing a black laced lingerie hugging his figure perfectly. Mesmerized by the lustful sight right in front of your eyes, you couldn’t help but run your hands all over his body in amazement at his beauty. He felt shy under your strong gaze, but seeing you get all bothered by him wearing a feminine underwear boosted his confidence.

“You should wear something like this more.” You finally said, leaning down to place open mouthed kisses along his neck, pulling his hips closer so your crotches brushed against each other once again and earning an angelic moan from Minghao. “It drives me crazy with the want and need to ruin you.” You growled against his ear, causing shivers to crawl up his spine.

You then pulled away to place two fingers in front of his mouth, “Suck.”

Minghao immediately obliged, sucking on it as sexually as possible to turn you on more, running his wet muscle against the skin like it’s a lollipop all the while maintaining eye contact before letting it go with a pop. You pushed the bottom of the lingerie aside and aligned one finger well coated with saliva on his hole, entering it slowly.

“Fuck, were you fucking yourself or something, baby?” You cursed, noticing how two fingers were quick to slip in.

Minghao moaned and wrapped his arms around your neck, one hand tangling on your hair as you began pushing your fingers in and out. “A-ah! I- I was, with a dildo— fuck!”

You clicked your tongue twice, not in annoyance but as a way to mock him.

“Filthy slut, aren’t you? Fucking yourself with a dildo, imagining it was me all along... You could’ve filmed it and send it to me, I would’ve loved to watch you make a mess out of yourself.” You smirked as his cock twitched at the imagination and he gasped, clinging onto you tighter when your fingers did wonders on its own.

Tears were already shimmering in his eyes that had yours darken. You then curled your fingers inside him, successfully hitting his prostate, causing Minghao to moan loudly and arch his back in pleasure. Your lips clasped around the skin of his exposed neck, sucking, licking and biting to create marks all over, doubling the pleasure being given to him.

“(Y-Y/n), please— AGHN! Fuck! It— it feels so fucking good!” Minghao mewled, tears now escaping his beautiful eyes.

You groaned against his neck and stopped the urge to buckle your hips. Chuckling darkly, you pulled away just enough to look at his tearstained face that had your pants tighten. “Oh, yeah? I bet it does. You love my fingers, don’t you?”

As if testing him, you thrusted your fingers knuckle-deep, earning a gasp from your boyfriend. He couldn’t answer you properly even if he tried because of your fingers that constantly thrusted to hit his prostate, never missing a beat — all he could do was moan and moan and moan as his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

The sight of him fucked out just with your fingers was so pretty to behold that it had you grinding your hips on the table to cause some little friction.

“God, you’re already a mess.” You growled against his ear and Minghao whimpers. “I’m gonna fuck you well and hard. I hope you can fucking take it.” He clenched around your fingers after hearing those words, earning a hum from you, noticing how close he was to orgasming.

Thrusting your fingers in a fast pace, Minghao arches his back as loud moan escaped his throat. “Oh my god, f-uck! Please, please, please— aghHh! (Y/n)!”

“That’s right, baby.” You praise, fastening the pace of your fingers and perfectly hitting his prostate while Minghao can’t do anything but to moan at the torturous pleasure given to him. Your cock hurt from how hard it was at the angelic sight; Minghao in black lace lingerie, completely drowned in pleasure.

“Are you gonna cum?” You asked gently, a contrast to how your fingers were moving. Minghao only frantically nods his head in repeat, unable to form any coherent sentences as his hands tried to search for something to grip on the desk.

“Cum for me, now.” That was enough to send him over the edge.

Minghao let out a loud, drawn out moan while throwing his head back, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he came untouched, white seeds shooting from the tip of his cock staining the black laced lingerie he wore. His entire body shakes and he could already see stars in his vision, although his consciousness knew this isn’t over yet.

Helping him ride out his high, you thrusted your fingers a few times more before pulling out and licking them, (e/c) eyes watching him intently. Once catching his breath, Minghao pulls you by the necktie to smash his lips back against yours, tongues exploring each other’s mouths. He slipped his hand through your hair while the other stayed on your nape, tugging it to erupt a moan from you. His legs wraps around your waist to bring you closer and he buckled his hips to brush your cocks together. You moaned against his mouth and grinded your hips to cause more friction.

Breaking the kiss, Minghao breathlessly chuckled before licking his swollen lips. You glanced at it, then back at him, a smirk spreading across your face.

God, you’re so fucking hot. Minghao thought.

You don’t fucking know how much you affect him.

“Aren’t you gonna fuck me well and hard?” He said rather seductively even though it wasn’t his intention to, grasping your hand and putting it over his exposed throat. Your cock twitches.

“Of course,” Pressing the sides of Minghao’s throat, you smirked. “Don’t have to be so hungry for my cock, darling. I plan to ruin you.” You didn’t let him wait and slammed your cock inside him without warning, immediately pulling a high pitched scream out his lips, his head thrown back on the desk.

The confidence he had was quickly thrown out the window as you began thrusting your hips, angling to make sure your cock hit his prostate.

“Fuck! aghhHn! Yes, right th-there!” He whines, unable to keep himself from making all sounds possible, hair disheveled.

“Fuck,” You breathe against his neck, biting on the skin and sending a prick of pain through him. “You feel so fucking good, Minghao. Such a good slut just as I remember.” Minghao clenched around you at the praise that spilled and you groan, loving the way his walls wrap around your cock perfectly, as if it was made to be like that.

A series of profanities, whimpers and moans were escaping Minghao’s mouth as you roughly pounded into him like there’s no tomorrow, cherishing the time you finally have with your boyfriend and both drowning in pleasure.

His back arched, eyes rolling to the back of his head. “Oh my god— (Y/n)!” Minghao was practically screaming your name at this point.

You pressed the sides of his throat gently once again, growl slipping pass your lips. “That’s it, scream my name, darling. Let everyone know how good I make you feel.” Grunting, you snapped your hips against his roughly and thrusted your cock deeper.

Minghao threw his head back, eyes rolling to the back of his head for the third time this day, near-scream moan erupting from his throat. Tears spilled from his eyes endlessly and he could already see stars in his vision, mind too clouded in pleasure to think about anything else. It feels so damn good — the way every inches of your cock brushes against his insides and hits his prostate at a perfect angle. He can’t think about anything but you and how your big, thick cock feels.

His arms wrapped around your neck and one hand slipped through your disheveled hair, tugging just enough to sting. You hissed slightly but didn’t stop him since even that little pain turned into pleasure.

“Oh, fuck! I’m gonna— ’m gonna cum!” Minghao screams, staring into your eyes with his own tearful ones.

You lean close to him and bite his ear, Minghao’s hips jolting in reaction. “Yeah? You’re gonna cum on my cock? Go ahead, make a mess out of it. Cum, baby.” Yur growl was enough to send him over the edge.

His back arched and he screams loud while throwing his head back, white seeds shooting out from his cock for the second time this day and prettily decorating his stomach and chest. The tug on your hair strengthened when he reached his orgasm, but you paid no mind to it as you went to create more visible hickeys on the skin of his neck, moaning yourself at how tight he became. It took everything in you not to cum just then and there.

You didn’t stop thrusting even after he came, causing his body to tremble from overstimulation and whimpers escapes his mouth.

“(Y-Y/n)... ah! I- I just came— hngh! Too much!” Minghao moans, his throat starting to become sore and drool dripping on his chin, but you made no move to stop, though your thrusts aren’t as rough as before.

“Hao, my love, can you still take it?” You spoke lovingly and adoringly putting a contrast to how rough you were handling him just seconds ago, hand stroking his cheek affectionately.

Even though the question was purely rhetorical, Minghao still nodded his head and placed his hand above yours that is on his cheek, dazed look on his face. “Y-yes. Please, (Y/n), cum— Fuck—! Cum in me. Please.” He whines, desperate to be filled with your cum, to be bred by you.

You chuckled lowly, sending shivers down his spine.

“Oh, I will even if you don’t tell me to.” Your pace slowed, but your thrust became sharp and deep, pulling a gasp and loud moan out of his pretty little mouth. “I’ll fill you up good until you’re full and my cum’s dripping out of your hole. Breed you well and good, hm? Would you like that?” You licked your lips and pounded into him sharply and harshly on purpose — Minghao couldn’t do anything but moan louder than ever before every time your cock reach the very end of his insides.

Minghao nods his head rapidly as incoherent noises spilled from his mouth, tongue almost making an appearance. That’s when you knew he’s completely out of it; too lost in pleasure to even answer anything you say.

With each thrusts your moans became louder and louder until you could feel an orgasm building in your stomach, your pace only then turning sloppy. Minghao felt your cock throb a few times before both of you let out a loud moan and a hot seed spilled inside him, perfectly filling him up just like you promised, the weeks of not getting a relief taking toll on you.

You rolled your hips slowly, calming yourself from your high and leaning down to capture his lips in a breathless passionate kiss. However, when you pulled away, Minghao immediately knew you aren’t done with him due to the way your eyes glinted darkly in predatory.

But he saw it coming, didn’t he?

If not, he wouldn’t have come here in the first place and seduce you wearing the most sexiest lingerie he knows you’d love. So he smiled breathlessly, wrapping his arms around your neck and pulling you close until your nose touches his, sigh leaving him.

“Go ahead, my love... Don’t stop until you’re satisfied.”

Minghao certainly does not regret choosing to wear a black laced lingerie for this surprise.

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