A handful. VERY high maintenance. He knows what he wants and what makes him feel good.
Doesn't mind topping you but it's not his favorite. He cums super fast. He also just doesn't like doing the work. He must admit though...he does like it when you flip him over and ride him into a drooling , mindless mess after he comes without permission.
Definitely prefers to get fucked. He's a pillow princess after all.
Likes getting fucked hard and fast when he's really energetic. It drains his energy and makes him really tried.
He doesn't mind getting fucked slow though , it's a nice change of pace.
If you don't give him what he wants , he turns things upside down.
Leaving cum stains on your sheets , sending you pics of his gaping lubed up hole while you're outside. Just absolutely destructive.
One time you had came home after a long day of work. Only to find Haechan passed out on the bed with a thick dildo stuffed in his ass. Cum leaking out of his red tip. You were upset to say the least. When he finally woke up he had explained to you that he did that because you didn't fuck him the night before. What a brat.
Very loud. He cries a lot and barley ever groans. Every thing is high pitched whines and grueling mewls that almost sound like he's in pain but no... that's just you hitting his prostate.
When you suck him off he doesn't enjoy when you deep throat him. He's not too big in size and it doesn't really do much for him. If you wanna get him going alternate between sucking his tip and balls. Make sure you have a finger or two curled in his ass.
Doesn't like that much talking during sex, he likes to hear himself. He thinks his sounds are really hot.
Suck on his thighs while jerking him off and he cums hard.
Usually cums cross eyed with his nose scrunched up tightly.
He actually prefers oil over lube. Something about the wetness of it.
Prefers getting fucked in missionary so he can rub his hand in circles over his slit.
Cum on his face. He like's to rub it over his lips and then lick it.
His big brown teddy bear must be present at all times. He needs it when things get really intense.
No cock cages for him.
Likes wearing knee high socks during sex, He thinks it accentuates his hips.
His nipples are VERY sensitive. One time your hand accidentally brushed over one of his hard nipples and he came instantly.
He actually loves masturbating by playing with both of his nipples.
Loves giving you head. One time he fell asleep between your thighs.
The room must be cold if you're gonna fuck. He sweats a lot.
He actually enjoys fucking with the lights on.
Put some fingers in his mouth when he's talking a bit too much , it'll shut him right up.
Pull his hair when you're fucking him from behind. He likes that.
His safeword is bear.
Needs high maintenance after care.
Start with cuddling and positive affirmations. Just make him feel really special.
Then run him a nice bath with therapeutic bath salts. It relaxes his sore muscles.
After you're all dried up and clean ordering take out is a MUST.
In the list of sports, ranked from most to least sexy, badminton would be found at the very bottom if not ranked last. But why is it that when Jisung plays the with a feathered shuttle your heart flutters?Â
 OR: Jisung helps you improve your badminton skills.Â
 pairing â badminton player!jisung x fem!readerÂ
 genre â sports!au, university!au, (one sided) enemies to friends to lovers, slight slow burnÂ
 wc â 22k (đ huh)
content â university/sports class setting, humour, fluff, the tiniest bit of angst, idols mentioned, very heavy on the dialogue/backstory at one point sorry babies <3, smut (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT)
smut tags â making out, fingering, switch!jisung and reader (thereâs no strong dynamic tbh), protected sex, pet names (jisung gets called a good boy), lmk if I missed anything!
 a/n â YAYYY i can finally share this with u guys!! i have been cooking this for some time and im actually so excited to release it!! Iâm a badminton enthusiast so I went a bit ham on the descriptions and back story sorry (not rlly),, I hope this is a good readdd I read through it so much to fix it up and now Im a bit sick of it oops BUT its a story Iâve been wanting to write so here you go <3 enjoy!
Punishing haechan for touching himself while you away by making him get himself off because, âclearly you donât need me.â You told him. His wrist was aching too much from the constant jerking motion, trying to get himself to a release, feeling so close yet so far that it made him let out a frustrating cry and his hand halting because of how bad it was hurting. Earning him a slap to the thigh and he just whines more as his body shook with need. âI didnât say you could stop.â
You wrapped your hand around his, helping him pump his cock again.
âI c-canât. sâ not working.â He chokes, sounding close to tears. âNeed you.â
Hand lying limply in yours, realizing it was never moving in the first place. A scoff rests at the back of your throat, thinking of how pathetic he was. Always seeming to know how to get himself in these kind of positions then go crying when he canât handle the repercussions.
You should make him suffer; make him finish what he started and watch him struggle to get off but there was nothing you loved more than listening to himâ
âBeg.â A smirk toys on your lips.
Leaning down over him, lips hovering just a centimeter from his as he huffed out a ragged breath, trying to close the gap between you but you were quick to pull back and plant a hand under his chin, firmly holding him still.
âBeg me to touch you and get you off.â You finish your sentence and trace over the outline of his lips with the tip of you tongue.
âPlease baby touch me. I need you so much. Make me come so hard that I make a mess of myself,â he babbles desperately, sounding like fucking music to your ears as you grin ear to ear, hearing how badly your baby needed.
Finally putting him out of his misery, you dropped a good amount of spit into your hand before taking hold of his cock. Haechan moans out, thanking you as his eyes rolled into the back of his head.
Leaving him no time to catch his breath, you started pumping him at a faster pace. Hand slipping easily over him, making a low wet sound. His hand was nothing compared to yours and never could it match up. He just wanted to piss you off a little thatâs all but never could he make himself feel as good as you did.
You loved that you could feel all of his moans rumbling under his chin. His eyes are hooded as they stare back into your completely glazed over and his mouth hanging open. He just looked too damn good right now for you to not lean in capture his lips with your own, swallowing his moan.
Below you, his hips bucked rowdily trying to match your pace. The more you worked on him, the faster he felt his orgasm approaching. So close that he can nearly taste it.
âP-please donât stop-p.â He mumbles between the kiss and spreading his legs more so he could fondle with his balls. Just the cherry on top to push him over the edge.
â âm comingâ fuckkk.â
Body stilling as he shoots white ropes all over his stomach and your hand that you continued to stroke over him, riding out his high. Not stopping until you got every last drop before letting go and smearing it all over him chest. The contrast between it and his beautiful golden skin was too perfect.
You then retracted yourself from him to go get something to clean him up with but his hand catches yours, stoping you in your tracks and raising a questioning brow at him.
âMore.â Is all he said, faded out and you look down to see his cock was hard again, shaking your head in disbelief.
âJust donât know when enough is enough do you?â
synopsis â Â Haechan is notorious for his pranks. Who can forget about the one time the campus fountain was bleeding red? You were weary of never getting on his wrong side, but when you get to know him better, it seems like behind all that front he's a sweet and caring guy.
That is until you get a bucket of water dunked on you straight after he promised he wouldn't pull something on you. You're not only pissed that he had fooled you like this, but that he chose such a simple prank.
pairing - haechan x fem!reader
genre - university!au, (one-sided) enemies, strangers to friends to lovers, slow burn, very slice of life, eventual smut (MDNI)
Wc - 11.6k
content - clubbing scene, reader is drunk at one point, random idols mentioned, university settings
warnings: mentions of throwing up (nothing too detailed)
a/n - hi lovelies <3 heres the first part to getting even!!! while i was writing the story i noticed it was getting very long (and i still have like... five more scenes to write lol) so i thought of getting this out first ^^ not a lot happens here but stay tuned for the next part because.. a lot.. happens there hehe. i hope you enjoy readingggg!!
Walking into your lecture, your eyes scan around to find an empty spot to occupy, but you were pleasantly surprised to see your friend Naeun sitting in one corner, leaning back as she scrolls through her phone. She beams when she sees you, patting the seat next to hers.
âFancy seeing you here,â You plop down your bag next to your chair, teasing her from the get-go. She whines shyly at your callout.
âI was struck with academic motivation never felt before. It felt like I was destined to come in today and be as studious as possible,â She points towards the lecture, which is barely filled with students. Itâs a nine a.m. lecture, but you decided to come in early today to snag a good seat that lets your focus on the lecture with your upcoming assignment that's due; Naeun on the other hand barely comes in after the first two weeks of the semester, regardless of what time the lecture is. If itâs not mandatory, why go?
Her motto is what makes you raise your eyebrow at her now, scanning her figure as if to fish out the real reason why sheâs here.
âDonât look at me like that! I actually came in to study today,â you raise your hands in self-defence, looking away from her with a giggle, opting to stop teasing her.
But not even a minute later, she cracks; âOkay, fine. If you keep insisting me to tell you I guess I have no choice,â
âBut I didnât evenââ
âI heard from Haneul who heard from Heejinâs girlfriend who was at that book club meeting with Renjun, which for some reason thought Norwegian Wood the book didnât match the song, which is such a hot take that only he would take. Anyways,â She crosses her leg over her knee, leaning in as if to tell you a secret, manicured hands cupping the side of her face.
âHaechan might pull something today, at this lecture.â You barely caught her words, but after a few seconds of taking in what she said, you lean back and look at her with wide eyes.
âHaechan? I thought he was finished?â Naeun nods her head at lightning speed, her expression matching yours too.
âSee, thatâs what I thought too, but apparently he only had some sort of weird writer's block but for his pranks. I think he missed all the attention he used to get, not that heâs any less popular now, but you know what I mean,â You, in fact, have no idea what she means. But with the new information that youâre now fed, youâre hyperaware of your surroundings, looking around for any abnormalities within your vicinity.
Ever since the orientation of the first year of your course, when you met Naeun and had to fight against falling asleep with all the alcohol the seniors were feeding you as a sort of welcoming ritual, Haechan had already made a solid impression on everyone. With the seniors pushing all the first-year students to drink, Haechan had gotten into a bit of trouble for refusing to drink something theyâve poured out for him, as the older guys go around with mindless gossiping, stating how much of a prune he is and that heâs just ruining the fun, all while they stick around girls who are out of their league.
Later that day, Haechan had made a few drinks for the few who he had angered as a form of apology. With his head bowed in tow, he honestly looked like he was asking for their forgiveness.
âIt was careless of me to disrespect my seniors so blatantly like this, could you accept these as an apology? Iâll even pour out the soju for you.â With the bottle in his hand, his other hand cradled his elbow, showing respect as he barely met their eyes. The seniors were ready to make him work for it more, but with the way he was bowed in front of everyone in the hall, it looked like they were picking on the poor boy.
âAh, Haechan, you donât have to do that.â One of them chuckles. âWe were just joking arounââ
âPlease! Just accept this, I donât know how I can last the rest of my uni years knowing that I had disrespected you on my very first day.â He shouts in his high-pitched voice, making the already quiet hall of murmuring people all go silent. The seniors were now all flustered, before being ushered to take the cups Haechan had provided, waiting for him to pour them drinks.
From the corner of the table, you were slumped against, you remember two things very vividly that night; one, Naeun was an only child, which we can definitely work with. And two, when Haechan looked up at the second and third years of his major accepting his drinks, his grateful smile was laced with some sort of sinister glint.
As the seniors grumble in embarrassment while Haechan finishes pouring each one of them a drink, they swish their cups around as if itâs wine, delaying drinking from them while Haechan insists on signifying their bond with a toast.
âTo my seniors, I hope to perform up to your expectations,â And with the tip of their cups in an imaginary circle, everyone cheered âone-shotâ as the seniors down their drinks. Haechan merely sipped his, and you had noticed his lips tilting to one corner, and even in your drunk state, you knew something was off.
Your suspicions were confirmed when the seniors all started coughing wildly, some clutching the corner of a table or one anothersâ shoulders, seeming like they were coughing their lungs out.
Turns out that Haechan had slipped hot sauce into the drinks, creating a fusion of different burning sensations to travel down their throats as they drink the alcohol in one shot. Instead of being chastised, he was cheered on by the other first years who were either tipsy or barely hanging on. Ever since then, he was known to pull pranks every now and then, most harmless, some embarrassing, but nothing serious and nothing to spite anyone. Like tampering with clocks in the lecture halls, making them chime a tune every ten minutes, or when he had swapped his blonde friend Jenoâs shampoo with a firetruck red dye, leaving his neck and the better part of his forehead red from the dye for days on end. The only prank done with motivation was the first one as if it was some sort of initiation in itself.
âWait, at this lecture? But thereâs barely anyone here. Doesnât Haechan carry out his pranks with a full-blown audience at tow?â Naeun shushes at your words, trying to get you to quiet down with your words, but it was too late. The deed was done as the guy from behind you perks up at your conversation, leaning into your conversation bubble.
You recognise him as Sunwoo, as he quickly shifts his gaze between the two of you. âHaechanâs doing something today? Like, at this lecture?â
âOh.. well, I wouldnât say so,â
âNaeun,â He turns to your friend, and you look at her with doom written on both of your faces. Naeun canât lie to save her life, most people know that by now, but never really have the balls to test the theory. Until now, of course.
âNaeun, is Haechan gonna pull a prank today?â
âNaeun, remember what we talked about restraint.â You tried to keep her attention on you, knowing that if her gaze wandered to the boy, she would break.
âCome on Naeun,â Sunwoo whines now, stomping his feet, making you look at him with disgust written on your face at his sudden burst of cuteness. âJust say yes or no. Ywes or nwo.â
âDude, gross,â You shove at his shoulder in an attempt to finally relent. Naeun squeezes her eyes shut.
âPwetty pwease?â
âFine! Fuck, oh my god. Yes, he is, Haechan is maybe doing something today.â She leans back into her chair, chest heaving as if sheâd run a marathon. âI hated that, please donât ever do that again.â Sunwoo winks at you two as he suddenly stands straight in his seat.
With hands cupped around his mouth, he shouts out. âHey everyone! Haechan is pulling a prank today! Tell all your friends to be careful, and to keep their cameras rolling! Remember to post it on the campusâ blog!â And with that, phones chime as people text and call the imminent news. You and Naeun look at each other, defeated.
âAt least they donât know that we spread it?â You try, shoulders now hunched in as Naeun rubs at her temples.
âOh! Also, it was these two who told me, so you should thank them!â Sunwoo yells one last time as he points at the two of you, with some hoots and cheers now being sent your way. You two shrink into yourselves even more.
âHaneul is never gonna invite me out for bubble tea ever again,â
As the lecture hall fills up to its max capacity, everyone is on the edge of their seat, waiting for something to happen. The star of the show himself is nowhere to be seen, but his friends are huddled in their usual corner, trying their best to smile kindly and repeat on about how they âdonât know what Haechan is up to. Can I send him a text to see where he is? Why are you telling me what to doââ. Thankfully Jeno was able to stop Renjun from pouncing anyone, even though they both knew nothing wouldâve happened.
The lecturer seems over the moon to have the hall filled as much as it is, excitedly explaining statistics and their significance in the current world. She doesnât seem to notice that the majority are here for some sort of public performance and not the different ways you can find the probability of whatever it is sheâs droning on about. You try your best to nod when she looks towards your general direction.
As the lecture ends, people grow restless with the lack of action in the last two hours. But no one had dared to step out of the hall, much less out of their seats in fear of something happening. But when the lecturer thanks everyone for joining her this week and talks about gratitude, people slump into their chairs, grumbling and huffing about their time being wasted. Everyone starts packing straight away, slowly maneuvering to the exit as they cook up theories about why Haechan had gone so long without a prank, and how the word got spread in the first place. You and Naeun sit static in your chairs, not wanting to attract any attention, alongside Haechanâs friends, who merely go on their phones and twirl their pens.
âDo you think this will come back to bite us in our ass?â Youâre careful to whisper this time, shoving your laptop into your bag and Naeun clicks her pens closed. She merely shrugs, âI donât think they even know our names, so I think we should be fine.â You look at the lecturer, who seems to be skipping her way to the exit now, undoubtedly feeling ecstatic at doing her job. As she opens the door and steps to the hall, you last see her beaming smile before a screech echoes out, making everyone stop in their tracks.
The people who were the closest to her are now looking at the ground where she lies, bags and items now askew across the floor outside of the hall. A few step up and help her get up by grasping her wrists, pulling when she seems to have found their bearings. But their effort ends fruitless, as not only does she stay on the floor, but the two people who had helped her also collapse again on the floor.
âWhat the fuckâŠâ As people go to help their friends and the lecturer from the floor, the three figures on the floor attempt to skid back into the lecture room instead of out. A guy you recognise as Beomgyu looks out onto the hallway outside the lecture hall, before pressing the tip of his shoe against the floor as if to test something. When he pressed his sole against the floor, he tries shifting left and right before pressing his other foot on the floor, rebalancing himself when heâs tilted a bit to the left. You see him squat down and take a big whiff, face confused as he stands back up, but not for long.
Smiling like a radiating child, his laugh echoes throughout the hall as he pulls on his friend Jeonginâs hand to join him. âThe floor is covered with butter!â
At that, the once quiet hall grows loud, as people slowly step onto the floor, while some treat it like a skating rink, gliding and spinning right outside the lecture hall.
âThe whole floor with butter? When did he have the time to do that?â You question as you now stand with your bag slung over your shoulder. Jeno, who was walking past you with Renjun, turns back to you. âHe did it while the lecture was going on. If you canât handle skidding on the floor, you might wanna use the other door,â And with a blinding smile, he turns back around and heads out the alternative door.
Naeun clutched at your bicep. âDid he talk to us right now? Like, look at us in the eye and speak words?â
You nod your head. âI think you can put your delusional days to an end. He totally likes you,â She smacks your hand as you tease her, but huddles closer nevertheless.
âI am, for once, thankful that you just speak words without thinking,â
Youâre tugging at the waist of your skirt as Naeun pulls you by your locked elbows, shoes clicking towards the direction of the club. The Beehive club is known to harbour students of all majors from your university, as it is the closest club to the dorms situated just a five-minute walk away from campus, making socialising as easy as it can get. Naeun had urged for you two to go this week, even when youâd rather rest after giving in the assignment that you were slaving over for the past few days. She insisted that it would be worth this time.
âHaechan finally put a cease in his hiatus. That means he will be at the party, which means Jeno will be at the party, which means I need to make my presence known and somehow rizz him by sending him brainwaves.â She had explained while getting ready, as she blows on her false lashes before putting them on. You sulk from your position in bed, slowly trying to hype yourself up to get ready.
âYouâre not even gonna talk to him? Whatâs the point then?â Naeun groans at that.
âYou know that if I open my mouth around him Iâll pee myself. Come on, and you deserve to have some fun after all that hard work,â And so half a bottle of soju and an hour later, you find yourself covering one of your ears as you descend the stairs to the Beehive club. You feel the bass of the song travel up your legs as you enter the club, and are offered free drink coupons. Itâs when youâre squeezing a lemon slice into your mouth at the bar that you feel a hand tap against your shoulder. You turn to see Haneul, a grin gleaming even in the dark of the club as she squeals and pulls both you and Naeun into a hug.
âMy favourite girls, how have you been?â She shouts against the booming music against your ears, to which you give her a thumbs up while Naeun further squeezes herself against Haneul's figure in excitement, the alcohol already making her feel giddier. She pulls you towards the dance floor, muttering about how she has a VIP booth that someone had offered her, and leads the way. Plopping down, Haneul gestures for staff before saying something into his ear, before giving a wink and pointing at the VIP booth youâre settled at.
As you three start conversing, the staff comes back with more drinks, and Haneul encourages you to drink, assuring you that itâs attached to the tab of the booth. âSome guy called Jay has this booth under his name, and he said to put any drinks I wanted on the tab,â You toast your free drinks against one another, the clink of the glasses barely audible as you each take a sip. Haneul shares the anecdotes and stories that have while she was away on vacation, while you and Naeun nod and react accordingly, slipping in your commentaries at the climax of her stories.
âWhat about you two? Any news recently?â She takes a sip from her straw as she says this, glancing between the two of you excitedly. You and Naeun share a sheepish glance, knowing neither of you has anything as exciting to share.
âOh come on, what have you been doing these days?â
âJust work,â Naeun frowns as she says this.
âAnd school,â You follow up.
âYouâre right, and school. And then work again,â
âAnd schoââ
âYou guys are miserable,â Haneul scoffs jokingly. She reaches for the bottle of champagne that's sitting in the ice bucket, grabbing two clean glasses. âHere, have more drinks so you can have something exciting to tell me later on,â Although mixing your drinks is never good, the loud music and the flashing lights encourage you to drink more, and your body craves to let loose.
Two glasses and a twenty-minute dance break later, youâre at a corner of the club huddling near each other. Naeun had caught a glimpse of Jeno at the bar, and the alcohol in her system removed all brain-to-mouth filters she had.
âHeâs soââ She cups her face as she hiccups. âSo fine. So so fine. You know, when we were at our lecture⊠the other day with Haechanâs âŠcomeback or, fuck, butter floor, he spoke to us,â Her warm eyes fluttered as she thought back to that moment. âJeno said real words, in real life and my ear heard them. I think he looked at me too, what the fuck?â She grabs her forehead as if taking the information in for the first time before she presses her head against your shoulder.
âSheâs not being delusional, he did speak to us,â You nod your head at Haneul as she shoots you a questioning look, with Naeun clinging onto you harder. âHe even helped us go out through the back door so we donât end up all oily with the butter rink.â Naeun snorts, which catches all of you off guard and even herself, her eyes opening and locking onto something in the middle of the dance floor. Her gaze suddenly shifts, and before you know it sheâs shoving her way through the crowd and heading towards her target.
âWhat is sheâ? Oh no, fuck,â You gasp while Haneulâs mouth hangs open when you both see Naeun heading toward Jeno, whoâs dancing with someone at the moment, at full speed.
Haneul looks at you with contemplation. âI mean⊠it could turn out for the better?â She tries.
âOr she would wake up embarrassed as fuck for the next week or so,â You contemplate with her. Naeun is never the type to be aggressive, even when she's drunk. The most sheâs done once was point a finger at you while she was angry and then look away to calm herself down.
But before you could relax back into your corner, you see her reach up for her earrings.
âOkay, fuck. Take this, Iâll be back,â Shoving your drink in Haneulâs hand, you make your way through the crowd and towards Naeun, rushing before she reaches her imminent doom. Jeno and his dancing partner are oblivious to the devil baby that Naeun takes the form of at the moment, which gives you hope that embarrassment can be evaded.
But then she full-body slams into Haechan.
âWoah,â He places his free hand on her shoulder, stopping her from tipping all the way to the right and losing her balance. The cup in his other hand now seems to be empty as its contents drip from both of their bodies, but Naeun is too drunk to notice and Haechan seems to have barely processed anything, seemingly working on autopilot at this point. You catch Naeun by the waist, your other hand going to her arm and slinging it around your shoulder to ground her, inspecting the mess she made. Your expression is apologetic when you make eye contact with Haechan, but he merely purses his lips and gestures putting Naeunâs other arm around himself for more support.
You mouth a âthank youâ and heave her body outside of the dance floor and towards the booth Haneul had brought you to earlier. Placing her on the couch, she slumps down and immediately whines when her hand makes contact with her torso on the descent.
âIâm all sticky nowâŠâ Her eyes are barely open as she says this, as the bass of the music dwindles in the semi-confines of the booth.
âThat makes the two of us,â As Haechan says this, your eyes glance over his figure to see his once white button-up is now tinted blue and sticking to his body, outlining the faintest of lines in the dark of the club. You advert your eyes, not wanting to be caught gawking at him like a man in the Victorian era.
âIâm so sorry, thank you for helping,â You bite your lip momentarily, feeling mortified for ruining his shirt. He merely waves you off, âDonât worry. Iâm not too fussed about it,â His hand is placed at his hip as he says this, but his free hand gestures at your intoxicated friend. âBut she seems to be the most bothered out of all of us,â
As if on cue, Naeun whines from her slumped position on the couches, shifting left and right in an attempt to gain some leverage into standing up, only to slip back down. She calls for your name and then squints at Haechan as if trying to remember his.
âNaeun, letâs call it a night, yeah?â You try telling her and you look around to find her bag that sheâs left. She protests like a child in a grocery store, huffing as she droops further onto the couch, her cheek now pressed against the cushions.
âNo, not until I bag the class clown's hot friend.â Your eyes widen as you feel your cheeks grow hot, trying your best to not glance over at Haechan and somewhat blow Naeunâs cover. You reach over and pat her cheeks lightly in a warning.
âNaeun, youâre blabbering nonsense now. Come on, letâs get going.â
âIâm not! Iâm talking about Jeno, not nonsense. Haechanâs super hot friend Jeno,â Your whole body does a reset as she says this, shoulders going stiff while Naeun is oblivious to everything. She opens her eyes and locks them on something behind you, now pointing her finger and smiling giddily.
âOh! Look, Haechan is here! Hey, do you think if I ask reallyyy nicely heâllââ Her next words are muffled by your hand and a forced laugh. You cast a look at Haechan to see him trying and failing to contain a smile, as his hand pushes at the corner of his mouth. Upon making eye contact with you he quickly looks away and tries to retain himself from laughing. You sigh as you think about the number of things youâd have to run down to sober Naeun tomorrow about drunk Naeunâs antics right now. Gathering both of your things and shrugging your jacket on your friend, you quickly grab a tissue paper from the table and the eyeliner pen from Naeunâs bag, scribbling down your phone number.
Once Haechan has regained his composure, heâs met with your hand extended towards him holding a napkin. He picks it up from your hand as you wave it a bit impatiently before you quickly go to shoulder your friend up.
âThis is my number, send me your details and Iâll cover for your shirt and the drink,â You grunt as you adjust Naeunâs deadweight before she gets the memo and tries standing on her two feet. âThank you again for helping, uh, please ignore everything she just said. I know itâll be a good payback prank butââ
âHey, donât worry,â Haechanâs chuckle resounds deep even in the loud bass of the club. âI wouldnât pull anything on her for this.â He comes to Naeunâs opposite side, grabbing her arm and throwing it over his shoulder, heading towards the exit of the club without casting a glance back at you. You fumble with your belongings before quickly catching up, heels clicking as you ascend the stairs, your hands hovering around Naeunâs general direction, in fear that sheâll decide to fling herself off Haechanâs grip in an attempt of brushing her drunkenness off.
Outside of the club, cars whizz by the busy streets as people go for second and third rounds of drinks at this time of the night. Haechan lets Naeun sink into the ground as the latter pulls her weight, and you scramble towards her on the floor.
âAre you gonna hurl?â You ask. She hiccups.
âNo,â And thatâs all you needed to hear. Standing up, you fish out your phone and decide to call a cab back to your dorms, not wanting to carry your friend in the ten-minute walk back.
âHey,â Haechan calls and you had momentarily forgotten that he was still here. You look up to see him scratching at his neck, mulling over his next words. âUh, if youâd like, I didnât drink anything andâ I mean I was going to but then your friend just⊠What Iâm saying is that I can drop you off?â The alcohol swimming in your brain may be playing with you, but you think you see a dust of pink settle into the boyâs cheek and neck.
âI mean, youâre Haneulâs friends, right? I remember you were her roommate at the dorms last year, so if you still live there I can drop you off,â He straightened his shoulder as he said this, now looking more confident about his offer.
You shift your weight, as you now actually get to take a good look at him. Under the club's dark and strobing lights, you could barely see his features far past his white button-up shirt and the light reflecting in his eyes. The street light illuminates the figure in front of you fully, allowing you to see the blue stain in his shirt, but also the tight fit of his jeans and the veins adorning his arms as he pushes up his sleeves at his elbows.
âOh, thanks. But we should be okay. Iâm sorry for the trouble.â Youâre a bit flustered as you say this, your eyes flickering from his forearms to his face, not wanting to come off rude but also not being able to contain your monkey-sex brain from forming thoughts. Youâre salivating over forearms.
âOkayâŠwait. Here,â He fishes out his phone from his pocket, typing in the phone number that you handed to him earlier in the night, calling you briefly. âGive me a text when you arrive home or if you need any help with warding off any weirdos.â You feel your stomach warm at his gesture, punching your name into his phone when he gives it to you. When you give it back to him, he mouths your name, before smiling at you.
âWill you be alright going alone?â He says as he helps you bring Naeun to a stand, the latter squeezing her eyes open and trying to regain balance and focus.
âYup,â You pop, fixing your friend's bag on her shoulder. âShe said she wasnât gonna throw up, which means I have around twenty minutes until she changes her mind. Sheâs always the most self-aware pre-vom, so the walk back should be okay,â You donât know why youâre reassuring him from getting kidnapped on your way back, but it feels nice to have someone care for your safety like this. Naeun starts marching away once you face her in the direction of your unit, and with a last wave goodbye, you turn your back to Haechan and the club.
[FRIDAY; 1:26 AM]
you: hii im home now
haechan: thats good
haechan: did she thrw up yet??
you: nah not yet
you: but weâre getting there
you: t-minus three secs
haechan: remember to drink water b4 u sleep
you: okayy thank u for today :)
Telling Naeun how she almost embarrassed herself wasnât as dreadful when she was fighting a hangover. She seemed to be more concerned about her water intake than almost causing a scene with Jeno at the club, complaining about the dryness of her skin.
âI canât believe you let me go to sleep without telling me to wash my make-up off,â She says this as she adds her expensive serum to her face, grabbing a guasha tool and pressing the cool instrument against her temples, completely disregarding its original use. You continue brushing your teeth next to her against the sink, unable to reply with the foam in your mouth.
âYou passed out on the toilet after throwing up, I almost threw up myself trying to bring you to your bed,â You say as you spit out your toothpaste.
âWait, then how did I not cause a scene?â
âHaechan stopped you,â You reply seamlessly, drying your hands on the hand towel, oblivious to the bewildered stare Naeun throws your way.
âHaechan? Like, Jenoâs friend Haechan? The guy who put red food dye in the campusâ water which made everyone's mouth red?â You remember the initial shock of walking by the water fountain the day he did this, the blood red of the water being a stark contrast to the gloomy winter weather last year.
âYeah, you even spilled his drink on him and everything.â You giggle at the groan that she lets out, covering her face with her hands.
âOh my god, heâs gonna now plant a hidden alarm in my room like he did to this other guy in the dorm, or put plastic cockroaches in everything I own. I canât believe I did that, was his shirt white?â
âNot after you spilt his neon blue drink,â You egg on even more. âBut donât worry, he said he wonât pull anything on you.â At that, her shoulders slump down in relief, as she leans against the doorframe of the bathroom.
âIâm safe,â She cheers, heading to the kitchen like nothing had happened. But being the drama queen that she is, she quickly turns to look back at you with a sharp gasp. âBut you arenât!â
You roll your eyes at her dramatics. âWhat do you mean? Why would I not be safe?â You disregard her sceptics as you pass by her and into the kitchen, opening the fridge to look for something to eat.
âHe said that he wouldnât do anything to me, but he didnât say anything about you.â For someone whos nursing a hangover, itâs alarming to see her raise her voice and move as swiftly as she does around you, trying to get you as panicked as she is about her made-up scenario. âHe can glitter bomb your bag, or hack your laptop so that whenever you have an assignment it doesnât go through until a few seconds after it's due, orââ You cut your friend off by stuffing cereal in her mouth, stopping her mid-rant.
âWhy would he do that to me? You have to know he only did those to relevant or well-known people, like Somi or Sunghoon. He wouldnât do some grand prank on someone like me.â You turn to pour your chosen cereal into a bowl. âAnd if you say anything else, just know Iâm ignoring you.â
âButââ
âIâm ignoring you,â
âYou canât do this to mââ
âIgnoring youuuu,â
You donât hear of or see Haechan until Wednesday, when youâre walking to your second class of the day from the library.
Adjusting your items in your bag, you wouldnât have noticed his presence at all until he had cleared his throat and brushed his shoulder lightly against yours.
âOh,â Your eyes widen by reflex, taken aback by his sudden approach before they soften again at the smile adorning his face. âHi,â
âHey, you heading to class?â He small talks, and maybe you should spend less time with your roommate, because what should be a simple interaction between you and one of your peers is putting you on edge. Even when you had ignored Naeunâs dramatics about you being dunked on by the boy before you, you canât deny the jittery feeling coursing through your body, as if your body is gearing in to go into fight-or-flight mode.
Not wanting to come off rude, you hum an agreement and attempt to cast a friendly glance at him, which doesnât last long as you see him looking back at you.
âDid you, uh, have fun?â You attempt at making small talk, but Haechan looks at you quizically at your lack of context. âAt the club, that night. Sorry for interrupting your night and ruining your shirt.â You canât help but circle back, feeling apologetic when you recall the massive blue stain you had left him in.
âHey, donât sweat it. I hated that shirt anyway,â You gape at him as he says this, but quickly close your mouth shut and roll your eyes when you see the teasing glint flashing in his eyes. âAnd donât worry about the prank thing too, I wouldnât think about pranking a pretty girl like you,â You flush momentarily, but remember that youâre talking to âthe biggest flirt on campusâ. Haenulâs words, not yours.
âGood to know,â You egg him on, feeling your shoulders slump down as you grow more relaxed in his company. His jovial manner eases your thoughts of him coming after you, as his presence in front of you proves that heâs merely another student on your campus, trying to have fun and get by with crippling student debt.
Small talking a bit more as you head towards your tutorial, you revel in the drama he tells you that has occurred after you had left the club, remembering to list down the details to recall back to Naeun when you see her later. Itâs when youâre at the door of your classroom when Haechanâs phone buzzes in his pocket.
âI have a call to take, but Iâll see you around?â He looks at you with a friendly smile, and it takes everything in you not to melt right there. You can see why some of the girls in your year are fond of him.
Waving him goodbye, you wait until he turns a corner before you go towards your class. Youâre just a few minutes late, which explains why youâre met with the nearly closed door of the classroom. Readily, you grip the handle and creak open the door, eyes ready to scan around the room for a vacant spot for you to sit at. But before you could comprehend much, youâre suddenly soaked cold.
Turns out, there was a bucket of water placed on the top of the door, which explains why there was a slight gap instead of the door being closed like it usually is when your tutorial begins. No one in the class had a clue of why the bucket was there or thought to dismantle the bucket, not wanting to mess with the inevitable of something occurring. The door you had entered from wasnât a main door to the room either, but instead, a back door that barely anyone used, so they were all equally shocked when you had chosen to walk through the obscure entry. Oblivious to the minute signs, you walked right into the classroom and were immediately met with water and a few cubes of ice.
You convey all of this to Naeun when she sees you damper than normal at the campus cafe, where you two usually meet during your free periods; youâre usually dryer than this, so it wasnât hard for her to realise. She laughs, because is she truly Naeun if she doesnât laugh at your demise, but then she falls silent, brows now furrowed.
You look at her in question. âWhy do you look like youâre a shiver away? Iâm the one whoâs soaked.â
âOh my god, Haechan did this to you,â She completely ignores your words, making her point with theatre-level dramatics.
You wave your hand at her, disregarding her theory. âHe couldnât have. He was walking with me when I was headed to class.â
âExactly!â She exclaims, the hot coffee sloshing around in her cup as she almost jumps out of her seat. You flinch at the handling of the hot drink. âHe walked with you to distract you from the fact that heâs gonna pull something. He mustâve set it up before and came around to slow you down. I mean come on,â She slams her cup down on the saucer. âA phone call right when you reach your class? Isnât that too obvious?â And you hate to admit it, but Naeun does have a point. The main topic of your conversation was about him not pulling anything on you, only for you to walk into his trap just a few minutes later.
âOh my god,â You slouch against the booth seat of the cafe, the information slowly settling in. âButââ
âWhy you?â
âWhy that prank?â
Now itâs Naeunâs turn to look at you quizically. âWhat?â
You feel incredulous now, heat building up inside you. âA fucking bucket of water? Thatâs it? Is that all he could think of; heâs the same person who filled a whole lecture room with ping-pong balls and tied his roommate's bed to the door with rope. Why was my prank so low-effort?â Naeun now realises the anger budding within you, as she looks around the cafe when your voice raises slightly. She splays her hands out in front of you in a lieu to calm you down, but youâre too warped in your fury to acknowledge her attempts.
âWater? Water? With like, four cubes of ice, and thatâs it. Is that all Iâm worth? He couldnât put a glitter bomb in every second purse of mine, or change my exâs contact name to yours, or anything.â You down your drink quickly, feeling too worked up to be cooped in the booth of the cafe. Naeun follows after, quickly gathering her things and putting her laptop and pens in her bag. You would feel bad for cutting your study session short, but she was barely studying, so the guilt dwindles just a bit. The anger overpowers it by a margin.
âHey, what are youâ donât go and do something stupid.â Naeun tries as she loops her arm with yours.
You sigh when she squeezes your bicep, feeling the heat inside you cool down just a bit. âIâm not gonna do anything. If anything, if I act like it affected me and lash out at him, it would be exactly what he wants.â
âSo youâre gonna act like nothing happened?â You nod your head with hesitation.
âWell, something along the lines,â
It is no surprise that Haechan thrives on attention. Thatâs the sole reason why he continues with these pranks, and it doesnât take a psychology major to figure this one out. You did think about pulling something back on him, maybe like pantsing him in the middle of campus or putting some hair removal cream in his shampoo so he thinks heâs slowly balding, but even with how embarrassing and risky they are âyou donât want to leave a huge impact on him, just ruffling his feathers a bit, you know heâll revel in the attention regardless. So you go for the next best thing.
Ignoring him.
It was a good idea when you and Naeun were walking and passed by his group of friends, who exchanged some pleasantries with you, your friend barely holding it together at Jenoâs eye smile. You held eye contact and waved at Renjun and Jeno, but barely spared a glance towards Haechanâs direction, and when you finally did, you just gave him a blank stare.
You think it worked when you saw the corner of his lip slip down from the smile he was sporting, and you almost felt bad for acting so cold to someone who didnât do anything. Then you remind yourself that he did, in fact, do something. You thought it would be enough to do this just a few more times when you see him in the next few months of the semester, and you barely see him so it shouldnât be too hard. But itâs like fate has a personal vendetta against you, because ever since that fateful night, you see him everywhere.
You barely remember him coming into the campus library, let alone the quiet corner that you huddle yourself in to get your grind on. So itâs safe to say that you were shocked when you feel a tap on your shoulder only to look up and see Haechan looming over you, a shy smile sporting his face at the prospect of reaching out to you.
âHey,â He greets, his hand tugging at his earlobe as if shy. He looks at the seat opposite yours, as if wanting to sit there. You feel shame burn inside you when you donât go to offer the seat, but you attempt to dwindle it when you remind yourself that you had to sit soaked throughout the entire class because participation is mandatory for your grades.
âHow was your class the other day,â Your grip on your pen tightens as he says this, and youâre sure that the tilt in the corner of his mouth is to keep himself from laughing at you straight to your face. But you donât give in, and instead nod your head with your eyebrows slightly raised, as if exasperated.
âIt was okay,â You can only keep your replies short instead of ignoring him by keeping silent. His lingering form by your table and your avoidant gaze is already fueling the awkward air surrounding you, but youâre not giving in until he does.
And it seems like heâs not backing out anytime soon. â Oh, I heard from Haneul that youâre planning on picking up cross-cultural management next session? I took that course last year so if you wanted some notes I can send them to you,â Fuck. How is he so good at this? His words make you think about your initial assumptions, and looking at his face, he does seem genuine about his offer, the tips of his ears now growing pink.
You soften a bit, ready to apologise to him for being overstrung, but then his gaze goes to something behind you, and now he covers his mouth with his palm as if stopping himself from bursting with laughter.
Confused, you turn around to see what was so hilarious for him to shift his demeanour so suddenly, only to be met with his friends, Jeno and Renjun, who go cartoonishly still at your attention. Of course, all of this is a running joke for him; sweetening up to you after the incident just so he can prove that no one can resist him.
Scoffing, you shut your laptop and gather your things, ignoring Haechanâs noise of surprise with your sudden movement, shoving everything in your bag and shouldering it. âI have to head out now, forgot that Naeun wanted to meet me before her class.â You make up an excuse as you look at your phone for the time. Naeun is taking a diligent afternoon nap at this very moment back in your dorm, completely oblivious to the trials youâre facing; but he doesnât need to know your every move.
You almost slip out a âsorryâ as a reflex, but one glance back at the shocked faces of both Haechan and his subordinates brings you back, as you merely give him a tight smile before brushing past him.
âOkaâ Iâll see you around!â Your shoulder bunches up at his volume as you hastily make your way out of his presence and the building.
Stepping into the radio broadcasting club room, you greet everyone present, apologising for being late.
âI got caught up on the way,â You take a seat at the table, putting your bag on the ground. Naeun, whos seated next to you, taps repeatedly at your bicep as a greeting, squealing away from you when you attempt to deliver a pinch to her skin.
âDid you get another bucket of water dunked on you?â Your senior Yubin comments, making everyone in the room laugh. You deliver a strained chuckle as Naeun casts a worried glance at you, but you wave her concern away
âYubinâs just kidding, youâre not late either, we just sent Minseok to pick up the pizza boxes. Then after weâre done eating we can start brainstorming for the university mini carnival event.â Sohee softly informs, looking up from her clipboard to give you a kind smile.
âIf anything, Jihoonâs the person we have to chastise. He texted saying heâll be here in five minutes fifteen minutes ago.â Juyeon huffs at his phone screen.
As if on cue, the door opens and in comes Jihoon, but he isnât alone.
âSorry for coming in late, but look what I found along the way. Isnât he so cute?â He coos at Haechan who stands beside him, looking at his friend incredulously, mockingly raising his hand. Ignoring Haechanâs disdain for his words, he pinches at his cheeks as he looks towards Yubin and Sohee. âCan we keep him? I always wanted a pet bear,â Â
Naeun leans in towards you. âHeâs more of a cocaine bear than a pet.â You smack at her as she whispers this to you, reminding her of restraint. âYouâre not the best at whispering, babeâ You tease. âKeep your tone down if you also donât wanna get dunked on.â
You feel your heart melt when you see look towards Haechanâs direction and see his cheeks turning pink. It seems like youâre not the only one when you hear a chorus of dreamy mutterings echo throughout the room. He swats at Jihoonâs hand before tilting his head lightly at the two leaders of the club. âI wanted to make sure this devil spawn doesnât make a mess every step he takes. Iâll head out now,â He starts to wave at everyone in the room but sounds of disapproval travel around, and before he knows it Haechan is being dragged by Jihoon and Juyeon to take a seat at the table. In the midst of all the commotion, he looks up and catches your gaze, making you still in your seat, before heâs handled once more to sit down.
âYouâre more than welcome to join us,â Yubin beams, and not for long Minseok comes in with a mountain of pizza boxes in his grip.
You see the tip of his ears turn red (something you now notice that you see a lot) as he thanks your seniors. âIâll be out after I steal your food,â He grins, and it takes much more than your initial willpower to look away.
So far, you were willing to categorise seeing Haechan manifesting everywhere as chance; maybe some sick and twisted form of coincidence. Because before all of this, if you were to get a dollar for every time you had encountered him throughout your whole degree, you would have six, maybe seven dollars if you count that one Zoom call. You had your doubts in the beginning when you saw him at the library and then at your club meeting, that he was doing all of this on purpose; but every other time you would see him in the hallways and lecture halls, you canât chalk it up to anything but pure coincidence. Haechan is a uni student doing uni-student activities.
It takes you some time to get that idea jammed into your head, and youâve nearly convinced yourself until today. A relaxing wind-down with one glass of wine turned into you finishing a whole bottle, which amplified your cravings for something sweet. Meeting in the breakfast aisle in your local grocer shouldnât be something shocking, but you canât wrap your head around the fact that he, too, decided to purchase cereal at 4 a.m. on a Tuesday.
âNope,â You immediately put the two boxes of cereal you were choosing back on the shelf clumsily, looking around for the nearest exit in the opposite direction.
âHey, waitââ
âNo, nope. Not at all,â Youâre now putting back all the drunk midnight cravings youâve picked up, shoving them back in their designated areas on the shelf haphazardly as you make your way back out of the place. Your drunk and sleep-deprived brain canât handle the fact that youâre supposed to interact with Haechan here, out of all the socially acceptable exchanges. You hear a shuffle behind you, but you canât bring yourself to look back around, focusing entirely on exiting the store without tripping over anything.
Outside, the cold of the night engulfs you as you try to find your bearings, but youâre stopped from lumbering your way back to your dorm by a hand grabbing your arm.
âY/n, slow downââ
âStop manifesting yourself into my life,â You groan as you weakly prod away his hand, but his soberness gives him an upper hand, as he merely grabs your hand and holds you by your wrists instead.
âManifesting? Iâm notâ actually, thatâs not even important. Is there anyone with you tonight?â You groan lightly, still trying to free yourself from his grip. âNaeun?â He prods.
You sigh when you realise heâs not giving up anytime soon. âNaeun is at home, waiting for the Oreo cereals I was gonna impulse buy. Or maybe sheâs dreaming about them? I donât know,â You mumble, hands now lax in his grip, head tilted down. When you donât hear a reply, you look up and are met with Haechan fishing his phone out of his pocket before pressing the dial button.
âHi Jen, Iâll meet you at the dorms, itâsâŠâ He glances at your slumped figure, and youâre not sure if the heat in your cheeks is due to the drinks or his attention on you. âA long story. I wonât be long.â Pocketing his phone after ending the call, he lets go of your wrists in favour of clasping his hand into yours, fingers interlocking as he starts heading in the direction of your dorms.
âWhat are youâŠâ The dark of the night doesnât help you navigate your way back, so youâre slightly grateful that Haechan is guiding you the way he is.
âOur dorm buildings arenât far from one another. I canât let you go home alone in this state,â He answers your question before you could even voice it, looking at you with a soft gaze. He chuckles when you go to look away from him every time he looks at you, squeezing the grip he has on your hand.
The walk is silent for the most part, but Haechanâs brows are furrowed as he thinks about something. Just as you start seeing the entrance of your dorm building, Haechan starts. âWhy are you ignoring me?â
The heat in your cheeks disperses momentarily as a cold wave washes over you. The heat comes back when your wide eyes meet his questioning gaze, and you canât help but squirm in place from being put on the spot.
âThatâs cheating,â You slur with a frown. âAsk me when Iâm sober. Or when youâre also a bottle of wine in.â
âA whole bottle? Jesus,â He laughs lightly as you groan, tightening his hold on your hand when you try to run away. The pull of his grip catches you off guard, as you stumble forward and closer to his figure. âI hope you can keep a promise, pretty girl.â He teases. Before you can retaliate, he plops you at the entry of your dorm building, swiping the access card to the building poking out of your front pocket and on the reader, before removing his hand from yours and dropping the card back in your possession. You already miss the warmth of his touch, but by the time you look back up, youâre only met with his retreating back.
âHey, youâre just in time. Did you know that if I did a handstand for almost two minutes straight I can get myself to feelâ Why are you empty-handed?â Naeunâs slurs have toned down since you last saw her, but itâs still there. You sigh as you plop yourself face down onto the couch.
âNaeun?â Your voice comes out muffled from the couch cushions, but Naeun hears you regardless, grunting a reply as she shuffles from her position on the floor, probably to find a not-empty bottle of alcohol.
âYou know that saying about seducing the things that scare you?â You move your head out from the cushion halfway through your question, wanting to breathe more than to wallow for once.
âOhhh, I know what youâre talking about,â She hiccups only once. âThe fearing what you attract.â
âAttracting your fears.â
âTomato-tomato. What are you trying to say?â
âI donât think they were lying about it,â You had only possessed the fear of saying Haechan in the past few weeks, and now you only see him. If only you were that much fearful of money.
âAre you serious?â Naeun straightens her posture quickly. âIâm so scared of puppy play. Like, truly terrified. If someone handsome were to come up to me with a collar around their neck and a leash in their hand I would scream in fear,â
âOkay, I got it the first time.â
âI donât think you understand, if they were all whiny about how they wanna be my pet and have me stroke theââ
âI get it!â
Although you had came to the epiphany that youâre attracting what you fear (you donât know if the exaggerated gasp you let out when you walk by a bank or ATM helps, but itâs worth a try) you still canât get yourself to not think of Haechan when you walk around campus.
But you donât see him for the entire week after your last drunk interaction with him, and youâre not sure if you should be relieved or scared. So you choose to be both simultaneously, When you step into your corner of the library, your heart beats like youâve run a marathon, only to be met with the usual vacantness it always was. You then go through your usual tasks until you have to a secondary location, and before you know it youâre nervous for simply wanting to walk to the bathroom.
âAm I going to constantly piss my pants every step I take on campus?â You complained over dinner with Naeun, as she constantly flips the meat on the grill to avoid burning it.
âIf you keep thinking about him, then I think the answer is obvious.â She puts one slice on your plate before continuing. âBut also maybe take this as a sign? Heâs not popping up randomly anymore, which means that your life is like it was before.â Your reflex is to fight back for no other reason than to counteract your friend, but you cut yourself short when you realise she has a point. Ever since that fateful night, your life is now like it was before you had briefly acquainted with the man.
And so youâre not scared anymore. You even forget to double-check your surroundings to see if heâs anywhere in sight. Your life is as peaceful as a student's life can be. Of course, until it isnât.
The universityâs yearly fundraising festival had come around again, and the broadcasting club had decided to run a barbeque booth to raise their supply funds. You were assigned to take orders, while Juyeon and Yubin tended to the skewers. The heat of the booth mingles with the cool wind of the summer night, as you fan yourself with your hand, handling the money given to you as someone makes a new order.
âOne order of chicken skewer please,â You raise your voice enough for Juyeon and Yubin to hear over the sizzling noise of the grill, as you find the exact change to give back to the girl ordering. As the next customer shuffles up, youâre too busy writing down the order on a slip of paper to spare them a glance (which, if this was a running business, would not be counted as good customer service).
âWelcome! Would you like to order our rice cake skewer? We have a special combo of two for the price of one,â
âHow much is it for a few minutes of your company?â You feel your blood run cold upon hearing his voice. Looking up, youâre met with Haechanâs gaze your eyes locking in an unexpected encounter. Adorning a smile on his face, he looks past you and greets your club members before you can think of what to say.
âHi Channie, how are you?â Yubin asks as she put a chicken skewer in a cup. Juyeon comes up next to you as he reaches out to pinch Haechanâs cheeks. âHey there cutie, do you wanna do us a favour and buy everything from our booth?â He flutters his eyelashes just for good measure.
Haechan chuckles as he smacks his friend's hand away. âIâm the wrong person, only Chenle has enough money to do that. But can you do me a favour and let me steal your beloved club member?â You donât realise that heâs talking about you, until you see his hand gesturing towards your figure as he looks at you. Youâre about to protest, your brain already conjuring something up about how you have the heavy duty of being the boothâs designated accountant for the night, but Yubin is always a step ahead.
âGo ahead! Her turn was gonna end soon anyway, Sohee is gonna arrive in a few minutes with more of our supply,â She beams at you as she waves you two off. Before you can say anymore, Juyeon is shoving you out of the way, and you have no other choice but to trudge after him.
You walk side by side in silence, as the noise of the multiple booths being run by different clubs and societies encapsulate you two. You try your best to look at everything but him, even when you feel him stealing glances at your figure.
The silence doesnât last long, though, as Haechan speaks up after looking around at the booths set up. âItâs quite stuffy with all these booths and people,â Not knowing what to say, you merely glance at him as you nod along. He purses his lips, before trying again.
âYou must be feeling pretty warm, running the grill and managing everything at the booth. Jihoon used to complain all the time about how hot it got when he was in charge of these things." It's true you've been avoiding the grill area, so youâre not necessarily overheating, but does he deserve to know?
You hear him lightly huff when you just give a shrug and an ambiguous sound, but he doesnât back down. âDo you want me to get you something to help you cool? Maybe ice cream or a can of coke.â You're on the verge of giving your umpteenth non-verbal response of the evening, but when you look at the boy walking next to you, youâre met with a glare and a quick snarl of his lips. Faced with his insistence, you decide to speak up.
âIâm okay,â You thought this would appease him, but it seems like anything you couldâve done would eventually send him over the edge. You feel his hand clasp onto your wrist before youâre being dragged away from the congested corridor of booths and into a secluded corner of the campus grounds. Even in the shade of the tree, the little light that slips through the lampost nearby highlights the frustration on Haechanâs face, both arrogance and apprehension flood your senses as you realize that his frustration might be a result of something you've done.
His voice is calm when he speaks, âOkay, did I do something to offend you?â He briefly closes his eyes and mentally counts a few numbers before opening them and looking back at you again, this time with a calmer yet stern expression. But rather than soothing your irritation, this seems to send you over the edge.
âI donât know, did you?â You know youâre being childish, but thatâs the point. Youâre not planning on giving in until he apologises. By the look of confusion heâs sporting on his face, it doesnât seem like it's gonna happen anytime soon.
Admittedly, he does look cute when confused, as his front teeth poke ever so slightly from his slightly gaped mouth, as if heâs about to say something but blanked at the last second. âI did do something?â At your scoff, he gathers himself. âLook, if I did do anything, I didnât have any bad intentions. I wasnât trying to hurt you or anything.â But this explanation only sends you over the edge.
Your hands drop from where you had crossed them in front of your chest, as you give Haechan an incredulous look. âNo bad intentions? You didnât want to hurt me? Are you serious? The fact that you even did it is terrible, but such a useless, no-brainer prank?â Youâre too angry to notice Haechanâs shift of expression, as his scared grimace falls into another confused furrow of his brows.
âLike, a fucking bucket of water? Even a toddler can pull that. Couldnât you have done something harder, more creative? Something with more effort, like, I donât know, expired slime or a skateboard at the door. And I feel even more stupid because I believed you when you said you wouldnât prank me, I even defended you when Naeun was going off about how Iâd be your next target, and I turned out to be a fool, fuck. And for what? A lame bucket of water? Am I only worth that much?â You pause to catch a breather, hand splayed at your waist as you point the other accusingly at Haechan. He widens his eyes slightly, but then a smile falls on his face, and youâre sent spiralling.
âAre you smiling right now?â And at that, he starts laughing. Oh my god, you think, heâs a sociopath.
But Haechan starts laughing even harder, his body falling forward as he leans towards you, clutching your extended finger with his thumb and forefinger, shaking it around before folding over with laughter once more. Youâre so, so confused, and now a bit scared that Haechanâs gonna keel over and fall from how hard heâs laughing.
But you donât need to do such a thing, as he sobers up pretty quickly, straightening himself up and walking closer to you, while his hand now lightly holds your palm in his. You feel heat course through you, from the comfort of his hands holding yours and the sweet laughter that now rings in your head. You feel embarrassed that you bursted like that when you were so determined to make him fall to his knees and ask for your forgiveness. Instead, youâre left blushing like a schoolgirl who confessed with a heartfelt letter.
âOkay, okay. Wait, donât go sullen now.â You look away, your cheeks growing hotter at being so easily read. Haechan grips onto your hand that was lightly resting on his palm, grabbing your attention.
âI swear on Renjun that I didnât pull that prank on you. I didnât even know that happened to you.â Your first instinct is to not believe him, but heâs looking earnestly into your eyes, and the gentle squeeze of his hand in yours makes you melt.
âI donât know how I can prove it you that it wasnât me, But I told you I wouldnât do it and I always stick by my promises. I can maybe help you find who did it?â He offers this while smoothly clasping your hands together, fingers now lacing in yours. The intimate gesture sends a wave of flustered warmth through you, and his chuckle in response only confirms that your emotions are evident.
âWah,â He sighs bumping his shoulder into yours, âWhat a relief, I thought you were rejecting me before I could even muster the courage to ask you out.â
âWait, youââ Youâre interrupted as Haechan starts striding forward and back into the busy atmosphere of the campus. âHaechan, slow down.â Your voice gets lost in the throng of the crowd, the bustle of people and echoes of activities happening making it hard for your plea to reach his ears. That, or he's simply ignoring you.
In a blink, you're situated back at your booth, the savoury scent of skewed chicken and rice cake wafting through your nose. Haechan releases your hand, and you both face Sohee, who's manning the cashier with a somewhat indifferent expression. âHi, I just wanna return her,â Haechan says casually, his gaze shifting between you and Sohee.
Sohee regards the two of you with a blank stare, her expression unreadable. Haechan pats your shoulders twice before he waves the two of you goodbye. Sohee goes back to organising the money gained from tonightâs business, not sparing you another glance. âWe have a no return and refund policy, especially with damaged goods.â
âHey!â
Youâre not surprised when you see Naeun in the lecture hall, but you are slightly taken aback when you see her situated just a few seats behind Renjun and Jeno. When you rock up next to her, you let your eyes do the talking as you glance back and forth between her and Jenoâs back, with the latter all the more oblivious to whatâs happening.
She smacks at your leg before grabbing you and pulling to sit you down. âShut up,â
âI didnât even say anything?â
âYour empty brain echoes really badly when you conjure even a single thought,â Youâre too shocked to retort back (how did she think of that so quickly?), so you simply go to unpack your bag. When you sit back from organising your items, your eyes fall on the door of the lecture room, and youâre surprised to see Haechan stride in. Even in the middle of summer, he has a leather jacket swinging from his fingers at his shoulder, sporting a white graphic t-shirt tucked into his black jeans. Youâre about to say something to Naeun, maybe have her indulge in your admiration for a bit, only to be met with the same look youâre sporting but just aimed at the back of Jenoâs head.
When Jeno turns his head to greet his friend, Naeun quickly whips her head away, clearing her throat. You poked at her sides teasingly, as she squirms and smacks your hand away.
âI thought you were gonna âact chillâ around him?â Naeun huffs at your words.
âI am acting chill, Iâm basically freezing.â You raise your brows at her. âThereâs nothing chill about staring at the back of hiââ
Naeun smacks at your mouth when Renjun turns his face sideways, but the loud smack of skin garners more attention, as all three of them look back at you. As the other two merely glance briefly before going back, Haechanâs eyes stray longer while the corner of his mouth quirks up. You offer a simple wave and he flashes a smile before turning back around.
Naeun sighs as she releases her hand from your face, but quickly corners you with a glare. âWhat was that? Why was he smiling at you like that?â Youâre grateful that sheâs been practising her inner voice, as you know that Naeun from two weeks ago would have had the whole lecture hall aware of her words with how loud she whispers.
âLong story short, he didnât do it, and I think âŠâ Youâre not sure if you should tell Naeun about the possible confession that occurred. Not because you donât trust your friend but because youâre not even sure if that could be counted as a confession.
âHow are you so sure? Maybe he said it to get on your good side,â Naeun stares daggers at the back of Haechanâs head, but her gaze quickly softens when Jeno plays with his hair.
âI donât know,â You confess, âHe said he didnât do it, and I trust him.â Naeun surveys your expression for a bit with a glare, before nodding her head in acceptance.
âAlright, I trust your trust in him. But if he ever pulls anythingâŠâ You pinch your friend's cheek in gratitude. âI know, youâll have my back.â
âSpeaking of back, did you see Jenoâs when he stretched? Itâs okay if you havenât heâll do it again when we're a third through the lecture.â You slowly pat her shoulders, speechless once more as you sigh and try to tune her out for the rest of the lecture.
a/n - yay!! part two wont take long, but i hope you enjoyed this first part <3
Description. You and your friends have a pact, no dating unless you are. This is only fair seeing as youâre highly unlikely to ever get in a relationship, seeing as you tend to brush off every males advances. Unfortunately for you though, Na Jaemin really wants to date your friend, heâll do anything! Even go as far as pay Lee Haechan, resident playboy, to change your mind about the whole dating thing.Â
Warnings. Mentions of sex, drinking, kissing, reader and Haechan argue for a bit, crying, etc. Let me know if I missed anything.
Word count. 16K
Note. It's finally done, my baby, my longest fic. Words can't even express how much a roller coaster this was. Please, please leave feedback <3 Thank you for everyone who voted for this haha.
ONE, THEY MAKE EVERYTHING ABOUT THEM.
You laid sprawled on your couch as your friends continued to gossip. This was a normal thing, youâd invite your friends over, have a few drinks and gossip would ensure. You didnât mind it, truth be told, but there was a reason today was particularly sour.
Na Jaemin, Huang Renjun, and Lee Jeno had crashed your impromptu get together. Well, more like Yeji invited them, bless her heart. But did she really have to? Her explanation was that her and your other friend Chaewon ran into them on campus. From there, they had invited the boys to drink with them.Â
Sure, you get it, the boys paid for the alcohol. But really? Was it necessary?
They had taken all the attention away, practically commanding the room, and you couldnât stand it. Of course! Here comeâs buff jock Jeno, charming Jaemin, and pretty boy Renjun to steal the spotlight. And you detested all of it.
You and Karina sat with mild scowls on your faces, herâs from her lack of knowing other guests were invited. Being your roommate, she had done little besides change into a fresh pair of sweatpants and t-shirt, not expecting boys to come over. She freaked out for like five minutes after opening the door, you assuring her that she looked fine, but she was peeved for lack of warning anyways.Â
She took the loss and just decided to sit in self loathing over these boys seeing her without makeup. Doing little to contribute to the conversation, you just twisted the string on your hoodie as they called out your name.Â
âDo you have any lemons?â Jeno asks, looking over at you. His tone somewhat softer, trying not to piss you off. Even though he was already failing.
You barely even realize its you that heâs addressing, having tuned everyone out. You almost roll your eyes as your face scrunches upon realization of his question. âWhy do you need lemons?âÂ
âJaemin likes his vodka with some lemon juice.â He explains, the other staring at you expectantly before looking between you two.Â
Of course he does, you just sigh and get off your spot in the couch. Karina follows after you, clinging onto you as a source of warmth. She didnât want to be left alone without you after all.
âWhat kind of guy drinks their vodka like that? Be a man!â She mutters, pulling out a cutting board and knife as you open your refrigerator in search of the lemon.Â
âI donât even know if we have one.â You say, standing in front of your fridge with your hands on your hips. Digging through the drawers, you pull out the only round object to be found. âWe have a lime.âÂ
Karina snorts and grabs it from you, slicing it in half. âItâll have to do.âÂ
You laugh at her remark as she makes her way back into the living room with the wedges of lime. Karina was your oldest friend, you two meeting in middle school. Attending university and living with her was a no brainer, and it was going really well. During your freshmen year, you two had met Yeji in the library, Karina befriending her after basically living there during exam season. You two welcomed her into your friendship shortly after that. She then introduced you to her desk partner in finance class, which was Chaewon. You guys all clicked and that led to your little found family that you had here.Â
You hoped these boys didnât expect to squeeze their way into this sisterhood.Â
Karina hands Jaemin the lime, shrugging as he looks at it, then back at her. He awkwardly smiles and squeezes it into his drink. Though you can definitely tell he thinks this is the worst thing in the world, well at least heâs polite.Â
You and Karina go back to practically cuddling on the couch, her head right next to yours as you share a blanket. For the next ten minutes, you two sit in silence showing each other pictures on your phone, to which earns a nod or a hum of agreement.Â
The others sit on the floor, around your rectangular coffee table, with the bottles all over it. Yeji nudges Chaewon though, tilting her heads towards you two. You guys were usually so loud, had something happened?Â
Yes, something happened. Boys happened.Â
âDonât you guys wanna sit down here?â Chaewon asks, patting the carpeted ground next to her. âAnd have a drink maybe? I havenât even seen you two touch your cups.âÂ
Renjun speaks up. âYeah, you guys should come talk!âÂ
âWe,â You begin, gesturing a between you and Karina. âAre talking plenty.â
âHowâs the lime, by the way?â Karina speaks up, smirking at Jaemin.Â
Jaemin just gives a forced smile and a thumbs up, though his drink remains untouched minus a sip. And even that, was a stretch.Â
Yeji gestures for you two to come sit, giving you two a stern look this time. She definitely was just wondering why you guys were acting so reclusive. Sheâs adamant, youâll give her that.Â
Deciding that, maybe youâve had enough attitude for one day, you take Chaewon up on her offer, plopping next to her. The spots also next to Renjun, who you deem to be the most bearable of the boys, so its not too bad. Karina sits on the opposite side of Chaewon, sandwiched between her and Yeji. Damn, you shouldâve thought of that first.Â
âSo, are you all single, or what?â Jeno asks, pouring himself another shot. He asks only out of genuine curiosity, but you think your demeanor spoke for itself.
You lied, you can never have enough attitude in one singular day.Â
Yeji nods. âYeah, for a while now.âÂ
âCan I ask why?â Jaemin asks, taking a sip of his drink. âI find it hard to believe none of you have found anyone youâve liked here.âÂ
âWhy is that hard to believe? I find boys quite insufferable.â You speak, finally letting yourself have a taste of that vodka. The boys turn to you and you smile back sarcastically, having no qualms about what you had said.Â
âThatâs why.â Chaewon sits up, looking at you. âWe have this sort of, pact thing.âÂ
âYou really wanna get into this now, Chae?â Karina pipes up, knowing how this usually goes.Â
âA pact?!â Jeno looks confused.Â
âWe have this rule, since we started this year, that we wouldnât date anyone. You know, to keep our focus on academics and our jobs.â Yeji explains, the boys looking at you like you were all crazy. This was the normal response, shocked and somewhat disappointed looks, not like you cared though.
âSo what? Plenty of people do that and still have relationships.â
âWeâre just trying to stay as focused as possible.â Karina defends, shooting you a knowing look.
âThere is however,â Chaewon starts, putting down her empty glass. âOne exception to the rule.â
âWell?â Jaemin asks, leaning closer like a kid waiting to be told an answer.Â
âYn is the most responsible one between all of us. If anyone can do both, itâs them. Therefore, if she gets a boyfriend, the rest of us are free to date!âÂ
âThat sounds stupid.â Renjun deadpans, and youâd kind of agree. It wasnât even your idea anyways, they just held you to such a standard that they believed the day you got a boyfriend would be the end to all. Therefore, they placed their bets on staying focused onto you staying single. Normally, youâd be offended, but so far it was shaping up to be true.Â
âWe take this super serious as well.â Yeji nods. âAbsolutely no boyfriends unless she has one. Itâs just the pact of this friend group.âÂ
âPlus, Yn runs from boys like the plague. So it only seems viable to stake our academic performance on her.â Karina adds on, shooting you a teasing smile.
âWow thanks guys.â You mumble. âI feel so loved.âÂ
Chaewon rolls her eyes. âYou donât have a boyfriend because you donât want one. We are just following in your example.âÂ
âSo basically, this exception is impossible. Which is why you put it as one?â Renjun tries to follow and all the girls nod in response.Â
Oh Jaemin was in deep shit now. He knew about you, everyone in the room did. You laughed in the face of anyone who tried to romantically peruse you, not that they wanted to anymore anyways. Last time he heard a boy try to hit on you, it ended horribly for the entire hockey team.
 To put it plainly, you were never going to get a boyfriend.Â
Jaemin wishes he had known about this before he fell head over heels for Chaewon. How could he not? That girl is perfect! But now upon hearing about her absolute refusal to date, this only meant certain rejection for him. He wanted to just be swallowed into your deep shaggy carpet, just let Jeno pry him out with a stick or something. This was just mission impossible, and he was no Tom Cruise.
âSo none of you have dated before?â Jaemin asks, hoping he can get a hopeful response out of his crush.Â
âI had a boyfriend when I met Yn,â Karina starts, face turning sour. âLetâs just say thereâs a reason I was down for this agreement.âÂ
âNever had time.â Yeji looks away, clearly embarrassed at sharing her lack of relationships.Â
âMe neither!â Chaewon agrees, and Jaemin all but deflates. She was absolutely unattainable, as if she wasnât before, itâs even more amplified now!Â
âAnd you?â Renjun asks, giving you a small smile as he tries to include you in the conversation. Though, you're not really having it.Â
âDoesnât really matter, does it? Itâs not like Iâm getting one now.â And with that you decide to find solace in your phone, choosing to ignore the rest of the conversation for the night. If only it was that simple.
TWO, THEYâRE LIARS.
Damn it, after all the kindness (read: not killing him.) you had showed Renjun, he does this to you! Heâs around fifteen minutes late, leaving you to awkwardly muddle around the stores front door. Goodness, you look like a loiterer.Â
You two had struck up an unconventional friendship after meeting again at your favorite burger place. You recognized him, and normally you wouldâve walked off and pretended you didnât know him. But you were caught off guard by his hat, and you just had to know where he got it from. He actually admitted that he crocheted it himself and you practically jumped up. This led to you rambling about how badly you wanted to learn to crochet. So, after exchanging numbers, you two agreed to meet at the craft store to pick up supplies. Afterwards he would help you learn crochet patters and all that good stuff.Â
But heâs late, and youâre about to discard Renjun as another âFailed Male.â on your list. All in all, itâs a list of males youâve given a chance to, friendship wise, that had proved you right every single time. (Lee Jeno was on that list.) Renjunâs liar status was slowly creeping up right about now.Â
Hearing a car door slam, you spot Renjun pushing his hair back from his face, running towards you. Heâs in a full on sprint, and he looks apologetic.Â
The boy in the drivers seat, who you recognize as Mark Lee, offers you a smile and wave. You manage to offer one back, what a weird kid.
Renjun slows as he approaches. He looks stressed as he speaks. âSorry Iâm late, Mark clogged his toilet and he doesnât have a plunger in his apartment and-â
You cut him off. âHey, whoa itâs fine. Iâll be honest, I thought you had ditched me, but hearing you were just unclogging toilets made me feel a little better.âÂ
He stifles a laugh and just heads into the store, you following behind. This stores was huge, and with all these materials, you could likely be in here for days. Renjunâs familiar with it though, so he leads you straight to the needles and yarn.
Hm, maybe heâs not so bad after all. For one, he seems helpful with his friends, and heâs spending a chunk of his time hanging out with some random girl. He was alright in your book, and definitely not just because he was helping you.
Grabbing a couple patters and some yarn, Renjun throws it into the cart youâre pushing. Standing before the needles he looks around. âI have no idea what the best needle for a beginner would be.âÂ
You blink, who else would know? âWhat needle did you start with?âÂ
âMy grandma gave it to me, I donât know the millimeters on it or anything.â He shrugs, grabbing the needle set that looks most like his.Â
You just agree, not like you had a choice anyways. About fifteen minutes later, you two push the cart into the lengthy line. Renjun had grabbed a few things for himself as well, saying he could never have too much yarn. You started conversing about which pattern to try first when his phone rings.Â
He shoots you an excuse me, and pulls out his phone, groaning at the sight before answering it. The person on the other end speaks frantically as Renjun tries to keep up with his reponses. âHello? What? No-â
Heâs cut off by the voice on the other side loudly shouting. âFine! I donât care, Iâm just with Yn so...No! Youâre disgusting.â
You watch as he hangs up abruptly, pushing his phone back into his pocket as he sighs. âIt was Donghyuck.â
âWho?âÂ
âHaechan,â Renjun clarifies but watches as you still look confused. âLee Haechan.âÂ
Though your expression remains as you shrug. âNever heard of him.â
âWell,â Renjun starts but waves himself off. âDoesnât matter, he was calling saying he had a girl over. Heâs my roommate, and hes loud.â
You laugh a little. âTry living with Karina.â
âNo,â He shakes his head. âHaechan is like living with fifteen Karinas, but theyâre all men, and theyâre all really horny.â
âEw?!â You manage, watching how Renjun was dead serious as you laugh at his expense.Â
âTheyâre all messy too!â
Before you can comment back, the two of you make your way to an open register as the number is called. The man bags your things and you head out, excited to finally start this intimidating hobby you were interested in.
âSo to my place then?â You ask, assuming this Haechan wouldnât want you around if heâs boning someone. Renjun just groans, âBut my patterns are at my place, I wanted to work on one of my projects.â
You donât know what to say. âWe can go pick them up?â
âThen sneak out and hope his fuck buddy doesnât hear us?â Renjun continues, but the more he thinks about, the more he thinks he can do it. It couldn't be that bad anyways, right? Then he's reminded of his whole mission today. âIâm crocheting a bunny and I really need those patterns.âÂ
You wait for him to continue as he looks like he has more to say. So you offer a simple, âCute.â
âItâs for a girl,â He resumes, his face heating up slightly as he thinks of her. âI really wanted to finish it as soon as possible, so I could ask her to be my girlfriend. Bunnies are her favorite animal.âÂ
âAwe!â You beam, that was such a cute gesture. Your heart fluttered for something as adorable as that. âRenjun, thatâs so sweet!â
âReally? Funny coming from the romance hater.â
You roll your eyes as he kills the mood. You didnât exactly hate it, it was just something that left you scarred. Something you didnât care for much anymore. Though, sometimes you canât suppress the little hopeless romantic in the back of your mind. Renjun doesnât have to know all that though. âI donât hate romance, I just find it rather trivial.âÂ
âI find you rather trivial.â Renjun remarks back sarcastically and you canât help but laugh at how stupid he is. He fake winces as you hit him on the shoulder.Â
âLetâs get you those patterns loverboy!â
âDonât call me-â But you slam your car door closed before he can continue. You just wait for him to slide into your passangers seat, unamused expression still present on his face.
He grabs your phone as you hand it to him and inputs his address. âIs this the first time youâve gone to a guys house?â
âVery funny.â You scoff, facing the road. âIâll have you know Iâve been to a guys house before.â
âThatâs surprising.â
You fight the urge to playfully (kinda) hit him on his arm again. Opting instead to turn up your radio and make the ride without anymore stabs at your love life.
It doesnât take long for you to arrive there. Renjun was really helpful with directions and where to park, so now all that was left was getting the stuff.
âYou want me to go in alone?â Renjun asks, like he canât believe the girl heâs known for a week doesnât want to enter his apartment with him. You knew Renjun sure, but you had watched too many crime shows to not be a little cautious.
âWhy wouldnât you?â You ask, genuinely as he frowns.
âJust come grab them with me, I need another set of hands for my yarn too!â Renjun pleads as he continues to beg, you sighing as you give in.
âFine!â And you turn your car off as you follow behind him slowly. You wish you had more resilience but you just wanted to get back into the warm confines of your room so, who could blame you? You watch as Renjun unlocks his apartment and listens in as heâs met with silence.
âThatâs weird-â Renjun starts but is cut off by a loud moan. You mentally beat yourself up for agreeing to enter with him.
âIf I have to hear it, so do you.â Renjun continues as he enters his apartment further, and you just stand still. How could he so calm about this? You weren't a prude or anything, but you'd think you'd die of embarrassment if you came home to your roommate moaning up a storm. âWell come on, the yarns in my room!â
You just stand in disbelief, before hastily walking behind him. You couldnât believe this. He goes to what you assume is his room and fumbled with the door, only to realize itâs locked.
âIs this not your room?â You tease, eyebrow raising. He gives you a glare as he tries to open his door again, still not budging.
âOf course this is my room. How big of an idiot do you think I am?â Renjun shoots back, and you almost laugh with how quick he is.
âWell..â You pretend to think and he looks halfway offended.
âI donât remember leaving it locked when," He changes the subject as he trails. A look of realization on his face. "Oh my god.â
âWhat?â You asked, sure something was dawning on Renjun, but you were lost. He basically freezes in place as he stares at his door knob and the tips of his ears turn red.
Youâre both derailed by another chorus of moans striking the air, but this time itâs apparent whoâs room theyâre coming from. Itâs Renjunâs.
âYou freaks!â Renjun screams, pounding on the door. âOpen this damn door Haechan or I will pull it off the hinges and throw it at your big ass head!â
Once again, youâre quiet in disbelief. Almost managing to stuffer a soft âWhat?â
âItâs a kink he has. Fucking idiot does this to me even though I told him to stop!" Renjun shouts the last part so that his friend can hear, though he's met with no response. He bangs on the door again, "You're gonna pay for this!"
A laugh comes from inside his room as, who you assume to be Haechan, teases him. "Yeah right, what're you gonna do? Fuck that Yn girl on my bed?"
"You two are fucking on my bed?!" Renjun shrieks, ignoring the dig Haechan took at you. Geez, he sounded like a complete dickhead.
"What? You thought we were on the floor?" Haechan responds, the girl trying, yet failing, to stifle her moans.
"Oh my god, this is the worst day of my life." You whisper, jaw slacked.
"Of your life?!" Renjun yelps, staring blankly at his door. "I'm going to need all new sheets."
You tug on his arm, wanting to sprint out of there. "Lets just go, you can make that bunny another day."
"I'm going to kill him." Renjun groans, pulling back slightly before giving up and treading out of his apartment. You just keep your mouth closed as Renjun's face sours.
"Wanna sleep on my couch?" You offer, knowing you'd want someone to do the same if that had just happened. "I know you're going to have to like.. burn those covers."
"If it's not a big deal," Renjun trails, thinking about it. "Yeah I would."
"Fun!" You clap your hands. "We can have a sleepover! I can do your nails and show you my favorite movie-"
"Please shut up already." He rolls his eyes as he pushes you out of the elevators towards your car as you giggle. "This is going to be a long night."
..
About ten blocks away lays Na Jaemin, on his couch as he stares at his phone, awaiting another text from Chaewon. The two have been talking a lot recently, albeit on a friendly level, but he's spoken to her enough to know he's definitely whipped.
Jeno, his roommate, walks into the room as he stays glued to his own device. Although he's in a Chaewon induced haze of love, Jaemin notices that odd behavior. Jeno isn't one to be on his phone like that, so what was so interesting? "Who are you texting?"
"Karina." The other responds, eyes not leaving his phone for a second as he takes a seat on the couch opposite of Jaemin.
"Seriously?" Jaemin begins, and Jeno rolls his eyes, knowing what the other is implying. Jaemin sits up slightly, "She's off limits."
"Yeah and so is Chaewon," Jeno pauses, giving the other a dirty look. "But that isn't stopping you."
Jaemin wants to launch the nearest pillow in Jeno's face. "I actually like Chae-"
Jeno interrupts him before he can continue proclaiming his love. "Chill out, it's not even like that. Karina's just texting me about Renjun."
"She's into Renjun?!"
"No!" Jeno responds, annoyed. "He's just crashing on her couch."
"Boring." Jaemin says, refreshing his DM's to see if he missed a reply from his crush yet. Surprise surprise, he didn't. "I'm never going to get a chance with Chaewon, am I?"
Jeno shrugs, finally placing his phone down as he gets to grab a bottled water from the fridge. "There are other girls."
"She isn't just some girl," Jaemin responds, sincere in his words. "I really like her, man."
"Well then do something about it."
And Jaemin just might have to.
THREE, THEY DON'T MIND THEIR BUSINESS.
"So you really did bone?" Lee Haechan stands against your door as you fight the urge to slam it in his face. Your face is showing clear signs of displeasure at this stranger standing at your front door, but if he noticed, he sure wasn't doing anything to brighten your mood. But then again, he's just a guy, what more did you expect from him?
"It's really none of your business." You declare, not backing down. If he wanted an argument, then who were you to refuse?
"Whatever, Renjun will fuck anything that walks." And that statement sounds so funny coming out of the mouth of someone who'll actually fuck anything, according to Renjun. Who was he to slutshame anyways?
"What? Are you self projecting right now?"
Haechan opens his mouth to speak again but you stop him with a glare and a wave of your hand. "Let me just go wake Renjun so you can get off my damn property."
Leaving Haechan at your front door, you shake Renjun awake by his shoulders as he lays. He lays as still as a rock, not reacting to your small "Wake up, Haechan's here to take you home."
Renjun groans in response, stretching as he mutters out a "Tell him to fuck off."
"Good luck with that." You smirk, holding back a laugh. "Don't forget you have to spray your room for bed bugs later."
"You're not funny." Renjun shoots back but ironically lets out a laugh. He's still half asleep as he lazily makes his way to your front door. Yet, upon spotting Haechan, he seems to be wide awake.
"What the hell are you even doing here?!" Renjun all but shouts, "I should beat your ass right here for that stunt you pulled!"
"Stunt?! I was pleasing a girl, something you would know nothing about! Especially if Yn's attitude is any indicator, you must be a bad lay." Haechan cackles, yet the two of you remain anything but amused.
"If you actually payed attention to your friend, you might know he actually has someone he likes." You step in, tired of the comments. "And it's not me."
"So? Doesn't mean he can't sleep with someone else." Haechan furrows his brows at your statement. His eyes widen upon realization of what you're saying. "Awe, you're so naive to think that. It's kind of cute honestly."
"Get out." You say through gritted teeth. Haechan backs up and you watch Renjun step out of your apartment, knowing he had to leave too if you wanted any peace in your own place. "Renjun, you can-"
"No I'd better go, I have to knock this one's head against the wall." He nods, promptly grabbing Haechan by the ear as the other protests. Dragging him away as he leans down, letting out a string of ow's in his wake. You just watch, he deserved it anyways.
..
"Why have I been seeing Lee Haechan everywhere?!" You exhale, stabbing a fork into your food. You and your friends were having lunch outside on a picnic table on campus, shaded by the strong oak tree's nearby. It's such a beautiful day, but the proximity of an unwanted face makes your mood dampen.
Karina chews her food. "You sure you're not imagining him?"
You put your fork down. "If I was imaging someone, it'd be like.. Song Kang or someone hot! Haechan is like a rodent!"
"Rodent is a little harsh, no?" Yeji scrunches her nose, picking something off of Karina's plate. "He seems nice enough."
"Nice?!" You groan, looking to Karina. "Help me out here."
Karina just shrugs. "I haven't met him."
"And yet he's literally everywhere." You stare blankly at the open grass next to you. There sits Haechan, accompanied by Mark Lee and a boy you don't recognize. They're talking to girls, smiling as Haechan puts his full flirting charms to those poor victims. You pity them.
"Jaemin say's he's funny." Chaewon interjects, like Jaemin's opinion was worth a damn in your book.
Still you vocalize. "Funny doesn't mean he's a good person."
"I just don't get why you hate him so much." Yeji speaks, pointing her spoon at you as she chews.
You roll your eyes before crossing your arms. "If you heard the way he spoke to me, you'd hate him too."
"I don't doubt it." Karina admits, taking a sip from her water bottle. "But I also just think you're beginning to give him way too much attention."
"What?! How?! First, he violates Renjun's bed and makes us listen to those moans. Then, he shows up to my house like a maniac the next morning and then starts insisting we slept together, like it even mattered!" You scoff, the girls listening to your rant. "But not before making several inappropriate comments about me!"
"Since when did you care what a man had to say?" Yeji raises her brows as she awaits your response. She was somewhat right, you usually never gave a man this time of day over simple remarks. But Haechan just managed to get under your skin far more than anyone ever had.
Chaewon jumps in before you can formulate a response back though. Keeping her voice low, as he leans in a hushed tone. "So did you sleep with Renjun?"
"Chaewon!"
"I was just asking-"
"Wait?" Yeji stops, putting her hands down on the table. "Since when are we allowed to sleep with people?"
"What do you mean?" Karina looks at her. "I've had hookups since the agreement, I thought it was just serious relationships out of the question."
"Oh my god. I could've been fucking Changmin from creative writing class, this entire time?!" Yeji asks, mouth agape as she mourns a missed opportunity.
"Yes.." Chaewon trails. "Though, I don't see why you'd want to."
"Hey!" Yeji defends and the two begin bickering. They always had the opposite type in boys, never agreeing on a males attractiveness. So it was safe to say you were used to the silly little arguments.
Chaewon say's something about his short hair while Yeji starts to point out how the other likes 'stick skinny' boys. This then prompts Chaewon to go on a tirade about how 'muscles don't matter."
You're so wrapped up in the two's words that you fail to notice approaching figures in the corner. That is until the girls still and Karina greets, "Hey Mark."
Your head whips around and low and behold, there standing (a little awkwardly) is Mark Lee. You could've sworn just ten seconds ago he was across the field, curse you letting your guard down.
Honestly, Mark isn't all that bad, its the two he's brought with him that are trouble. And as Haechan flashes you a smirk, you really wish they would've stayed across that damn grass.
"Jungwoo! I haven't seen you in a while." Yeji says, the aforementioned boy rubbing his neck in embarrassment.
"I dropped the class we had together." The guy you've learned is named Jungwoo, responds. "I'm an engineering major now."
"No need for British literature there, huh?" Your friend responds back as Jungwoo laughs.
Yet you can't bring yourself to laugh at anything, given how Haechan had made himself comfortable at the table, choosing the seat right in front of you. Great. Haechan figured that this way, he can force you to stare at him, even if it's just for a little bit. Yet, you're looking anywhere but at him right now.
"How's Renjun, baby?" He breaks the silence, and you move to look him in the eyes, a scowl present on your face. You know he's not talking to you like that.
You've never wanted to punch someone so badly. "Doesn't he live with you? And don't call me that."
"Call you what? Baby?" There he goes again.
You really didn't want to deal with this right now, especially since it's like the male had been following you lately. You were being honest, you had truly been seeing him everywhere. The last thing you wanted was any type of interaction with him after finding him in all your favorite spots. The bench outside your building. He was there. The table you sit at in the dining hall. He was there. The craft store you went to with Renjun. Ding ding ding, you guessed it! He was there.
Moving to stand up, you grab the attention of the others. Karina looks at you quizzically. "Where are you going?"
"Away from Haechan." You speak honestly, closing the water bottle you were drinking from.
Yeji turns to you. "What, why? Mark was just inviting us to a party!"
"I'm tired." You say, as politely as you can, thinking of any excuse to not go to this party. You didn't mind parties, they were okay sometimes, but right now you just really wanted to be out of Haechan's general vicinity.
Chaewon peeks behind Yeji. "Come on, why not? Jaemin texted me that he'd drive us home! It could be fun, we could get wasted!"
Yes, because your ideal Friday night involved getting wasted and throwing up so hard you can't remember your own name. That was exactly your scene. "No thanks, I'm gonna sit this one out."
Yeji stands with you. "Everyone's gonna be there! It could be fun!"
They were persistent, as they were persuasive.
"Ok, fine." You really need to learn to stand your ground a little harder.
So that was how you found yourself, a couple hours later, back in the company of the one you swore you despised. It was inevitable that Haechan would be present, this was Mark's party after all. From what you've gathered, the two were close as well as the other boys your friends knew.
Jeno and Jaemin were here, Jaemin sober as he promised while he spoke to Chaewon, and Jeno? Well, if him and Karina making out on the kitchen counter was indication, not so much. Renjun just snickered at that, "That's gross."
You nod in agreement, opting to save your poor eyes from viewing anymore. Renjun is quick to take notice of the lack of drink in your hand though. "You're not drinking? Again?"
"Don't feel like having a hangover tomorrow."
"I'm starting to think you're a party pooper."
"Think?" You pause, as you make eye contact. "You know very well that I'm a party pooper."
"I didn't want to have to say it!"
"Say what?" A voice speaks as you instantly recognize who it is. He's slinging his arms over you and Renjun's shoulders, you being quick to brush it off.
"Can you leave me alone?"
"Why? So you can chat up Renjun? I'm protecting him."
"Only thing Renjun needs protection from is you."
Haechan raises a brow at that. "At least I know how to have a good time, misses sober."
You cringe at his newfound nickname for you. "Get lost."
"Only if you get loose."
That was by far, the weirdest thing a guy has ever said to you at a party. And trust me, you've been told many things at parties before. "Is that a challenge?"
"Depends, you up to it?" Haechan smirks that stupid grin of his.
Renjun's quick to pull on your arm, pulling you back to reality. "You don't have to if you don't want to."
"Okay Lee," You ignore the boy beside you. "I'll bite."
"Save that for the bedroom princess."
You and Renjun both look disgusted at that. "Fuck off, you know what I meant. Meet me at the beer pong table, and we'll see who really gets loose."
It only takes an hour and half for you to regret this weird thing you and Haechan had going. It consisted of matching shots with him, as well as chugging as many beers as he did. You didn't even like beer that much, it was just the competitiveness flowing in you that made you continue to down the fuzzy liquid. You could keep up, you had to, you had to make this idiot eat his words.
But a little voice kept etching in the back of your head, why did you care so much? You barely knew this guy, you didn't even know the simplist thing about him, like his major or favorite color.
Well, then again, you didn't need to know all that to know you wanted to beat him in this imaginary game you're playing. No rules at all, just drinking and drinking, a competition to see who could hold their alcohol, and maybe you were losing.
Stumbling to take a seat on a.. bean bag? You get engulfed as you sink in, mind as heavy as your limbs feel. You barely able to lift your head to look around the room, taking note of a few familiar faces here and there. Chaewon and Yeji are dancing in the crowd, Jaemin and Renjun are cashing out on bets of who'd get the drunkest tonight, and Karina and Jeno are nowhere to be found. Amazing, now you probably couldn't go home. Hopefully you could just crash at Chaewon's.
"Feeling it yet?" Haechan slurs into your ear as he sits on the beanbag to your right. He's well past the point of drunk, likely slightly worse than you, seeing as he was drinking before you had arrived.
"Nope." You lie, barely able to make eye contact with him. Why was it so hot in here? Were you sweating?
Haechan quirks his head to the side. "Liarrr."
You shift your eyes. "You're more wasted than me."
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Alright you win." Haechan mumbles, throwing his head back into the seat. "Wanna get out of here?"
"Ew!" You reject, still having half a brain.
"Not like that," He says, words mushing together, and you can tell hes being honest. "Let's go swing on the swing set."
"Mark has a swing set?!" You sit up, practically yelling like it was the greatest discovery ever made.
He matches your energy. "The neighbors do! I'll even push you on it."
You just nod rapidly as you grab his hand and lead him off the bean bag, eyes following curiously as Yeji wonders why the hell you're holding Haechan's hand in yours. You definitely wouldn't remember this tomorrow.
Haechan pushes the patio door open, you two spotting the playground that must've been from years ago. Yet, this didn't detour you as you raced to it, barely able to keep up with the boy beside you.
Not because he was fast, but because you could barely stay on your own two feet without falling over. Haechan helps though, a steady grip on you as he helps you onto the swing.
"Woah!" You yelp, as you almost fall off of it, forgetting to grab the sides.
Haechan's quick to stop you and laughs as you can barely keep your head up. "You're in another world."
You lift your face up slightly, "Yeah? Then you're on another planet."
"Another planet is closer than another world!"
"Aren't they the same thing?"
Haechan's silent for a minute as he thinks. "I don't know."
You laugh, way too loud for your liking, but what did it matter? It was just you and Haechan here, and you could care less what he thought. "You know, you're cooler when you're drunk."
It's quiet for a beat before Haechan puts his hand on his heart, pretending to wince out in pain. "I'm cool all the time"
"Nuh uh," You argue back, childishly. "When we got here, the first thing you did was make fun of me! Then you dragged me into this."
"It's a game! It's fun!" He waves his hands around.
It's truly funny how things worked. A week ago, you didn't even know who Lee Haechan was. And an hour ago, you wouldn't have been caught dead with him alone. Yet, here you were, laughing as you try to keep your grip on the swing as he pushes you. Almost falling off balance a few times, but manages to keep himself up.
The breeze blows from behind you, almost giving you goosebumps with a lack of a jacket. Your mind vaguely begins to wonder what time it was, the pitch blackness of the neighborhood (Minus a few streetlights) throwing you off.
"You're more fun when you drink too." Haechan yells, even though you're directly in front of him. "Not pushing me away and running, or slamming doors in my face!"
"You deserved that!" You giggle as he stops pushing you, sitting on the swing next to you to take a break.
He stares at the stars for a few minutes before he looks at you. You look so cute, even in such dull lighting. Haechan leans in a little closer, to where you can almost smell the alcohol on his breath. "You look really pretty."
You can't help the way your heart quickens, but you shake your head, deducing it to be all the drinks in your system. Sober you would never react this way to Lee Haechan. The man of your nightmares.
Or so you told yourself.
You lean in a bit further, his eyes never leaving yours. "I know."
Haechan's taken aback but before he can reply, his name's being shouted across the back. "Haechan! Are you out here?"
"No!" Haechan yells in response, watching as the shadow of a person approaches them, leaves crunching beneath their feet.
Mark's face falls in relief as he notices you with Haechan. "Man we've been looking everywhere for you. Karina said she couldn't find Yn either."
You stand up from the swing, leaving Haechan sitting by himself. "I should be getting home."
Mark just looks between you two, confusion across his face. Since when had you gotten close with Haechan? He could've sworn you two were arguing earlier, even when you arrived at the party. Was he missing something? "Jaemin will drive you."
"I can drive her." Haechan says, ironically as he nearly tumbles over himself attempting to get on his feet again. He fishes his keys from his pocket and waves them around as Mark snatches them from his grip.
"You're not driving anywhere." Mark rolls his eyes. "Renjun's taking you home too."
And like a dad caring for his children, he leads you both back inside, careful not to let Haechan run off to who knows where. (He had a tendency of doing that.)
"But it's not even midnight!" Haechan protests, with his head down.
"It's two in the morning!" Mark corrects as he shakes his head, grabbing Haechan by the arm. Your eyes widen, was it really that late already? Time flew by weirdly fast with Haechan. Not that you enjoyed it or anything, must've just been the alcohol. Yeah, definitely.
"But I don't wanna leave her." Haechan says, prying himself off of Mark and onto you. Clinging to you like you were best friends. You, not knowing better in your state, hug him back.
"You two look like idiots." Mark comments, trying to separate you guys, the both of you telling him to stop. Your grip on each other tightening with every tug.
"Wait!" Yeji catches up to you, smirking as she pulls her phone out. "Let me take a picture first."
You just hum, drunkenly posing for the photo as Haechan throws a peace sign up. The two of you with stupid smiles on your faces. Idiots, that would be the correct thing to say about you guys now.
"Okay," Renjun approaches, eyes heavy as he just wants to go to sleep right about now. He tries to pull the other off of you, but you tighten your grip as well. "Haechan, let's go!"
He shakes his head and Renjun just about gives up as he throws his hands in the air. "Find your own way home."
Haechan nuzzles into you for about two more minutes before he registers what Renjun said. "Oh no! Renjun's leaving me!"
You just nod and Haechan lets go of you, running towards the front door as he yells a small goodbye to you. You yell back across the house, and he shoots you a thumbs up as he almost trips over the steps leading outside.
You pout slightly as you watch him go, your source of warmth being gone now. Oh well, you start looking around for your roommate, but you spot Jeno in the kitchen alone without her. Where the hell did she go? Didn't matter, you were just going to relax on the couch now.
It would be okay to close your eyes for a minute right?
Well, you closed your eyes for a bit longer than a minute. In fact, when you opened them next, there was sunlight shining through the living room windows.
The headache hits you first, feeling like you had been ran over as your whole body was sore. Likely from the amount of dancing and running you had done. You even vaguely recall going outside. To swing? With Haechan?
You sit up, a little fast for your head, and look around. You spot Chaewon and Karina on the couch across from you, legs intermingled as they hugged, they must've been wasted when they went to sleep too. You can see Yeji's jacket still on the couch, registering the sound of a toilet flushing.
Why was it so loud? You throw your head back on the couch as Yeji enters the living room. "You're up." She whispers, sitting down on the love seat next to you.
"Yeah, where are we?" You groan back.
"Mark's house." She answers back, watching your facial expressions. "Do you really not remember?"
"No." You rub your eyes, the headache still present.
"So you definitely shouldn't check your phone." Yeji laughs, picking your phone up from the ground and throwing it in your lap.
You place your phone beside you. "Why are we at Mark's house?"
Yeji leans back. "Jaemin ended up getting too drunk to drive us. Mark offered to call us an uber but he couldn't find his phone. He tried to find Renjun too but he had already left. Then Mark just gave up and went to bed. Jaemin and Jeno are asleep in the other room."
You barely even process all of that as you just raise your eyebrows , picking up your device. And to your surprise, its full of notifications, yet all from one app.
There, laying on your Instagram dashboard, is a photo of you and a clearly drunk Haechan. He's leaning into your face, the sides of your faces pressed together inside the small frame. He's smiling that stupid little smirk and you're grinning widely. To make matters worse, its accumulated the most likes you've ever seen on your page. There's tons of comments too, most stating how cute you two are. The others commenting that they didn't even think you knew each other. There were a few random ones too, talking about couple goals and how you made the explore page. What?!
Your finger hovers over the button to delete the post, but it is a rather cute picture. Despite the fact that you were going to kill whoever posted it on your page, maybe you'd keep it.
"Who the hell posted me and Haechan?!" You speak, not caring for the volume you were speaking at. It was in fact ten already, hopefully no one would mind too much.
Yeji shushes you, "I don't know-"
"It was Jaemin." Chaewon nods, shifting to get Karina off of her, though the latter doesn't move a bit. But when had Chaewon even woken up?
Your eyes widen, getting up as you're blinded by the need to cuss Jaemin out. Entering the first room you come across, you spot Mark asleep in his bed, Jaemin and Jeno on the floor.
You lean down and smack Jaemin, waking him up as he looks startled. "Mom?"
"No!?" You yell, shaking him by his shoulders. "Why did you post that photo?"
"What photo?"
"Motherfu-"
"He was drunk." Mark sits up, rubbing his eyes, making you feel slightly guilty for waking him too. "Why don't you just delete it?"
"It has a few thousand likes already!"
"You're famous?"
You shake your head. "No, but this means all of his fangirls are going to be at my door this morning after our post made the explore page."
"So what you're saying is," Jaemin pauses, looking at you. "I made you famous? You should be thanking me."
"What the fuck?" You blurt out, "I'm going to strangle you."
Jaemins eyes grow big as you reach towards him, he struggles to avoid your hands. "I just thought it was a cute picture! You guys looked so friendly!"
"Well we're not! I'm not even friends with him!"
"You are after last night." Mark comments, looking around for Jeno's shirt. You had been so distracted that you didn't even notice the half naked boy across the room as he slept. Then you realize Mark's words, you two were friendly last night? You'd rather dive into a dumpster than hang out with Haechan. Well, apparently not?
"I'm going home." You give up. "Sorry for sleeping on your couch Mark."
The latter just shrugs. "Anytime, I don't mind."
What a weird guy.
You locate your keys in a bowl on the kitchen table, promptly placed there with many others after Jaemin had confiscated all your keys. You look over to Karina on the couch and decide you don't want to be the one to wake her, she was usually grumpy when hungover. Eh, Jeno can drive her home.
After grabbing your jacket and making your way to where your car sits, you gape in horror. "Someone vomited on my car?!"
FOUR, THEY CONFUSE BEING FRIENDLY FOR FLIRTING.
This one was one you had seen time and time again. You've experienced it first hand, as well as had to swoop in and save your friends from it. It always goes the same, every time. A boy approaches you, usually meeting for the first time, and takes your friendliness as a sign of being interested.
Like the time Chaewon had to awkwardly explain to the worker at the Van's store that she wasn't giving him her phone number, she just wanted him to look up her loyalty account for points. To which he had insisted that she was smiling at him so much, how could he not think she wanted to give him her number?
Or when Karina and you were at Starbucks and she held the door open for a guy to walk in. He then immediately turned around and asked her for her Instagram so they could talk. Then when she said she wasn't interested, he walked away angrily.
Moral of the story: Men always think you're hitting on them just because you're being nice.
More than half of the time, they're wrong.
This is why you're not friendly.
However, your judgement seems to be impaired when you're drunk. Considering how your attitude with Lee Haechan had died down, he took it as a sign of a new bestfriend. And even worse, he thinks he can flirt with you.
He's even managed to convince himself that you're desperately in love with him, teasing you every time he sees you.
Karina thinks it's hilarious as you complain to her, "He's just naturally flirty."
You roll your eyes. "He thinks I'm in love with him!"
"Maybe you are." She responds and you don a repulsed look on your face.
"Me? In love with Lee Haechan? Never."
"Your adamance on not being in love with him is suspicious."
"How?!" You ask as you continue to finish off the last of the bows that you were crocheting for Renjun's bunny. He had decided last minute that he wanted the bunny to have cute accessories, so he had set you up to the task as a repayment for teaching you how to crochet at all.
"Well for one, you've been spending an awful lot of time with each other." She points out and you hate that she's right. These past few weeks since the party, they boy has been glued to your hip.
"Not voluntarily. He follows me everywhere!" You respond.
"You go to his apartment!"
"Because Renjun lives there." You reason, and it was true. Renjun was a friend, and you were learning something from him. Why wouldn't you be at his apartment? "I don't go to see Haechan!"
"Are you sure?" Karina quirks a brow and you look at her in disgust.
"Yes I'm sure."
"Okay, so what about you leaving that post up?"
"What post?" You feign, knowing full well what she was referring to.
"You're insufferable." She replies. "And in love with Lee Haechan."
You almost throw the needle at her. "Nope. Nuh uh, not in love with him."
"So why is he coming over right now."
"We're going to help Renjun ask his crush out, remember?"
She shakes her head. "I zone you out sometimes."
You scoff. "Worst roommate ever."
"Yeah yeah, heard it all before." She giggles as she continues scrolling through her phone. The door bell rings though, and she decides to do you one and get the door while you put your shoes on.
You immediately hear the voices of the boys as soon as the door opens, both greeting Karina as they enter.
You ignore the small talk though, "How are we feeling, Renjun?"
"Nervous." He responds, deadpanning. He wipes his palms on his jeans, sweaty and all clammy.
"You'll be fine!" You assure him. "She's like in love with you."
"Yup," Haechan agrees. "Just like how Yn is in love with me!"
"Shut up!"
"You didn't even deny it!"
"Gross," Renjun interrupts. "This is about me right now, can we go back to focusing on me?!"
"Yeah, sorry." You respond, knowing Renjun was worried out of his mind. It's all for no reason though, you know his crush returns his feelings. There's nothing to worry about, he shouldn't be so worried.
But, as you thought, he didn't listen to a single thing you said. He had barely even managed to calm his heart when you dropped him off at the restaurant he had invited her to. You and Haechan shoot him a thumbs up, the other muttering some words of encouragement to him, that apparently made him all the more nervous, but at least he was trying.
You remind Renjun to call you when you needed to pick him up, wishing him the best of luck. Though, as Haechan commented, hopefully his crush would be taking him home after this.
You just hit him in his shoulder.
Unfortunately, you never thought about the aftermath of this situation. It seemed normal on paper, two of Renjun's good friends drop him off for a gut wrenching date, offering their support.
Now what? Were you two just supposed to wait around? Should you go back to their apartment? Or should you drop Haechan off and just go home? You underestimated what you were getting yourself into here.
"So?" The male speaks before you can, raising his brows at you. "Got any confessions of your own?"
"Here's one, I think you're annoying."
"See, I already knew that. Not much of a confession." He sticks his tongue out, turning to face you as you keep your eyes on the road. You're quiet as he speaks again. "Well I actually have a confession, if you'd like to hear it."
"I don't, Haechan."
He rolls his eyes as he moves on. "Enough with the Haechan! Call me Donghyuck, like my friends do."
"We're not friends." You maintain, raising your brows.
"Yes we are! You just won't admit it!" He whines, not taking his eyes off you of you. "Doesn't matter, I'm still going to confess."
"Go on." You say, a hint of amusement in your tone. You were actually kind of curious on what he wanted to say.
"I want to take you on a date."
You scoff, of course that was it. "Lot's of other guys want to take me on dates."
"I'm not other guys!" He defends, whining in your ear.
"You're right." You begin, turning to face him back. "You're worse."
He lets out a wail at that. "Look, it doesn't have to be a fancy date or anything! Just let me buy you dinner, or take you to Dave & Busters!"
"Dave & Busters?!" You laugh, did he really take girls there? Not that you minded it but, this was Haechan we were talking about. You didn't take him as the type to take a girl out there on a first date. Huh, the more you know.
"Please," He puts his hands together, with pleading eyes. "Pretty please."
It sounded fun, that you'd admit. But you didn't really want to spend endless energy, and money, trying to win rigged arcade games and claw machines. "How about this? You buy me a pizza and a cinnamon roll from the mall food court and I'll let you think it's a date."
"Then it's a date!" He bats his eyes, smiling ear to ear.
..
It's been three hours. Three hours of radio silence from you and Haechan. Renjun figures he'll just send a bomb to your house. Nice and prettily wrapped with a bow, noted that it's from him. In this scenario, Haechan is with you as well, and you two just get blown up. To smithereens. Yes, that was a perfect scenario.
Renjun's not even in a bad mood, in fact, he's quite overjoyed that his confession was returned. His (Now) girlfriend beaming as she hugged the knitted animal, saying how Renjun was so romantic and how she felt the same way. He even got to kiss her!
However, this now brings him to an empty apartment, having taken the bus with her so he could walk her home safely. He had thought about just calling you to let you know, but he figured you'd answer later.
Now though, he feels really weird. His roommate is usually blowing up his phone, no matter the situation, yet he hasn't heard a word from him all day. So to say this was odd, was an understatement.
He's barely left to think for long before Haechan literally comes barreling through the door, you following right behind him.
You're both bickering playfully about something, you talking with your hands as Haechan tries to speak louder than you. "I told you that you were going to lose!"
"You cheated!"
Neither of you even greet Renjun, it's like he's not even there, though he's literally standing right in the kitchen. And Renjun can't say he approves of the sight.
You continue on talking. "You're just a sore loser!"
"You were taking basketballs from my side!"
"Well hey to you too," Renjun drags, waving his arm sarcastically. "I'm here, if you hadn't noticed."
"Oh my god, Renjun!" You say, grabbing him by his shoulders. "How did it go? I'm so sorry, this idiot made us go to Dave & Busters after the mall! Then, my phone died and Hyuck left his here and-"
Renjun raises a hand to stop you, getting straight to the point. Trying to hide by how he was slightly caught off guard by you and his friend spending so long together, alone. "I'm fine, she accepted my confession. We're dating now."
You squeal. "Renjun has a girlfriend! Hyuck, Renjun has a girlfriend!"
"Maybe you can stop being so moody all the time now!" Haechan pokes, squeezing the other in a hug. "I'm so proud of you, never thought you'd do it!"
"Well, I believed in you!"
Renjun smiles, "That's great. Actually, can I talk to you for a minute?"
You look confused, realizing that Renjun's looking at you. "Sure, walk me out to my car?"
He nods and Haechan wraps his arms around you, to which you push him off. "Go shower!"
"Aye aye, captain!" He salutes, causing you to giggle, before waving bye to you as Renjun waits. "Text me when you get home!"
You shoot him a thumbs up and turn to head out the door, Renjun following behind you eagerly. You wondered what he was going to talk to you about. Its funny, you felt like a child awaiting a scolding, just a tad bit scared.
He walks slowly next to you for a couple seconds as he closes his door, walking you to his complexes elevator. He looks a little nervous, opting to stare at his shoes as he speaks. "I"m going to ask you something, and I need you to be honest."
"Okay." You answer, a little warily. He was freaking you out with how formal he was being.
"Do you like Haechan?"
You open your mouth. "As a friend, yeah."
He shakes his head. "No, I mean, as in do you have a thing for him?"
"Why would you think that?"
"For starters, you called him Hyuck, twice. And then, you two spent three hours on a date, apparently forgetting about everyone else."
"It wasn't a date."
"Listen to me, he takes all his flings to Dave & Busters, okay? That's kind of his thing, I think it's weird personally, but it's tradition since he did it with his first one." He stops as he tries to figure out how to word things.
You just stare back blankly. Of course you didn't think it was special, he was simply taking you to hang out. It wasn't a date so why wouldn't he take you there?
"I want to know because, I used to be really good friends with this girl a while back. Everything was cool until Haechan got his hands on her, then it turned into this whole mess, and she ended up hating me for it. All because she had tried to get serious with him, and he just hated the thought of tied down."
You lean against the elevator wall. "But why-"
"I'm telling you this because I value our friendship and I don't want you to get hurt. Haechan's my friend, yes, but hes a really shitty guy to be with. I don't want to lose you too, just take this as a warning."
You nod calmly, but your stomach is turning. "Thanks anyways, but I don't like him like that, we're just being friendly."
You were lying straight through your teeth, even if you didn't know it yet.
FIVE, THEY'RE EASY TO FALL IN LOVE WITH?
You hadn't seen, spoken to, or thought of Haechan in a week. (The last one might be a lie, but what is that they say? Fake it 'till you make it?) But you decided to heed your friends warning, maybe you were getting too attached. Goodness knows you can be the type to get too comfortable with someone, not expecting to have the rug pulled out from under you. At least this way you were prepared, right?
What you couldn't avoid, unfortunately, was your friends pestering you about the sudden disconnection from the male. Apparently, Jeno had spread word about it to Karina, and it just fueled her theories.
She had pestered you about six different times this week alone as to why you had been dodging Haechan. You'd always just shrug and say you were busy, but she wasn't buying it. The girl lived with you, she knew something was up.
You had spent less time with Renjun as well, only meeting once at a cafe for lunch, but that could just be attributed to his newly attained girlfriend as well. So you used that as your main excuse for not swinging by the apartment.
Haechan had no idea what he had done, why the radio silence all of a sudden? Had he made you uncomfortable? Did you really not want to go to Dave & Busters? Was something wrong?
Had you found out?
No, threre is no way you could've found out. Jaemin's plan was foolproof, and Jeno was airtight, nothing was going to slip. At least, that was what he hoped.
You're currently sat in Yeji's room, Karina and Chaewon having lost a game of who had to go buy the food. (You had all played rock, paper, scissors for it.)
So the two of you sit cross legged on the floor, sliding beads onto bracelets. Sure, people might deem this a little childish to do at your grown age, but you could truly care less. It was a fun little thing and all of you got to have matching ones, like middle school kids.
Yeji hands you a bucket of letter beads, noting how you nearly finished one side of colored ones. Then she winks, "Who's name is going on it?"
"Mine," You look at her confused. "Who else?"
"Oh, I don't know," She rolls her eyes. "Maybe Haechan's?"
You almost knock over the container. "Not you too!"
"What?!"
"Karina is already up my ass about him! We're just friends." You frown. "There's nothing going on between us."
"Well, I think either you're lying, or you're too dumb to see it. Both are very plausible." She laughs. "I'm just surprised, didn't think he'd be the one to change things."
"He hasn't changed anything." You chide, and you believed it. Somewhat? Everything felt the same, it wasn't like you shot heart eyes at the boy every time he was around. You two just simply got along, in the same way you and Renjun did. Sure, you and him never spent as much time alone as you and Haechan, but that was just 'cause he was so clingy. Surely not because of anything else.
"He's the only boy you don't yell about! I haven't seen you like this since-" Yeji stops herself before she can go on.
You whip your head up, her face guilty as she regrets having opened her mouth. "Since Sunwoo? Is that really what you were going to say?"
She defends, "I didn't mean to!"
"I know," You agree, you choose to stay calm. You know she meant well, she'd never say it to hurt you. "I just don't like to bring him up. That's all."
"But my point still stands."
"And we all know how things ended with Sunwoo. He ended up breaking my heart into tiny little bite sized pieces. Thank you for reminding me exactly why I hate boys again." You go back to your bracelet, trying not to think about your ex-boyfriend.
She sighs, "I'm sorry."
"For what?" You shake her off. "Not your fault he was the world's worst boyfriend."
"I was out of line." She apologizes again, though you're already over it.
"It's alright. Everyone thinks I like Haechan anyways. Even Renjun pulled me away and started going on a spiel of how I need to be careful." You start, not noticing the look Yeji's giving you.
"So, you don't?"
"I don't.." You trail, hating how you're even thinking about it. "I don't know."
She sits up. "Wait a minute-"
"I just enjoy spending time with him." You admit, but you feel like you're about to throw up. You couldn't believe you felt this way. You couldn't afford to, not again. "More than I do with the others anyways. Can we move on?"
Yeji seems reluctant but nods, looking over into her kitchen space. "Jaemin's been spending a lot of time here, broke my favorite mug."
"The one with the cat on it?" You gasp, more worried for the cup than the boy.
"Yes! The one Ryujin made me in her pottery class!"
"I'd kick him out!" Your jaw drops, knowing how Ryujin would've dragged that poor boy across the floor.
She just feigns annoyance. "Chaewon would have a cow! The two are like bestie's now."
"Seem's like you're all teasing the wrong person!" You stick your tongue out.
"Nope, she honors the pact!" Yeji responds, "Like a lot."
"You're all stupid."
"Hey!"
You two are stopped by the sound of the keypad outside beeping as the code buzzes incorrectly. "Open up! Karina's making me carry all the bags!"
"I literally have soda's in both hands!" The other yells as you get up to get the door, Yeji toddling behind you with a half made bracelet in her hand.
The girls barrel in, rushing to place the food down on the counter as you and Yeji itch to get your hands on the bags.
Karina falls into conversation with Yeji over the wait time when you feel your phone buzzing in your pocket. You pull it out to see Haechan calling you? That was weird, he had never really called you. You two barely even texted since you gave him your number last week.
You just excuse yourself and step into Yeji's bedroom, answering the unusual call. "Hello?"
"Finally! Well, where the hell have you been?!" The voice on the other end pesters.
"What? I've been busy." You lie, tightening your grip on the phone.
"I miss you." He blurts out suddenly, the words making your heart drop. Sure, he had said tons of flirty stuff to you before, but now that you were slightly aware of some feelings? Yeah, this was making your heart race. His comment is followed by silence, neither of you speaking.
You manage to collect yourself, putting on your bickering tone. "Shut up."
"I'm serious! Let's do something tomorrow. Just you and I, wanna show you something."
"What could you possibly want to show me?"
"Besides my dick?" Of course he'd never miss an opportunity to make that kind of joke. What was he, fourteen? But you hated how it made you laugh.
"That's fucking gross." You make a fake-vomiting noise.
"No but all jokes aside," He begins again, speaking quieter through your device. "I'll see you here at 5?"
"I don't know," You respond, staring at your shoes as you think about it.
"Well then who knows?"
One day couldn't hurt, right? You'd spend time with him again and realize that you two are just platonic friends. Yeah, everyone wanted to make it so complicated, when it wasn't like that. Surely, you'd feel at ease after confirming things. "See you at five."
..
"You're ditching us?!" Chaewon's jaw slacks as you shake your head.
"Ditching? I spent all yesterday and this morning with you guys, don't be dramatic." You say as you slip on your shoes.
"For Lee Haechan?!" Karina speaks up, equally as shocked.
"Why are you all so surprised?"
"Because a few months ago, you would've been barking up any tree to get away from him!"
"What does that even mean, Chaewon?"
And the group stills, laughing at what she said. She just leans against the door frame, "Fine, go abandon your friends!"
Yeji pouts before patting the back of a fake-crying Chaewon. "Shame on you."
"I'll be back soon, we all know Karina's going to crash on your couch again anyways." You state, about to open the door.
"Whatever, not my fault you like to sleep toe to toe with Yeji in her bed." She rolls her eyes, referencing to how she had found you this morning. And yes, you were in Yeji's bed, but to say your toes were interlocked? Well..
"Just text us, we were thinking about stopping by Jaemin and Jeno's." Chaewon says, the others nodding their heads.
You shoot them a thumbs up and open the door, not expecting anything that would happen that night.
..
Haechan throws himself on his couch, groaning as he's lost another round of Super Mario Bros. to you. To make it worse, you're just laughing at his defeat, who even knew you were so competitive? He couldn't complain though, you had warn fair and square, unfortunately.
He pushes his soda towards you, a brand he beamed about for the entire day, saying he had picked it up on a grocery trip. (Your friend had whopped him when he realized Haechan brought home the wrong brand, but Haechan actually grew to like it. Well, considering now he had three cases of it, you guess he had no choice.)
He sees your eyes land on the can, before nudging your shoulder. "Try it."
You deny immediately. "I don't know where your mouth has been."
He gasps dramatically as he places a hand on his heart. "You wanna find out?"
"Get me my own and I'll try it." You ignore him as you give in, to which he salutes you and stalks out of the living room like a soldier. That guy was weird.
But the main thing on your mind right now, was what Haechan could possibly be showing you. You two had done nothing for the past hour besides play video games on his couch. So unless the soda brand - Or the potato chips - were what he wanted to show you, then you had no idea.
He returns with the soda, placing it was a clunk on the table, having no idea of your impending thoughts. "Try it and if you like it, then you can have a case."
"So that's what this is." You laugh as you crack the lid. "You're just trying to dump those cases on me."
"No I'm not!" He denies though he smirks a little.
"So," You begin. "What was it that you wanted to show me?"
"All in due time." He teases, grimacing as he downs another can. "Didn't anyone ever tell you that good things come to those who wait?"
"Didn't anyone tell you I was impatient?"
Haechan laughs, brushing his hair from his eyes. "Let's go."
He gets up from the couch, offering you his hand, to which you take. You don't know why, but you trust Haechan. He could lead you to a trap and you'd follow. But you have no idea why.
As you pester as to where it is that you're going, he just tells you to put your seat belt on and not to ask questions. He keeps his patience though, ignoring your whining about this mystery trip.
He just laughed though, telling you how cute you looked when you were pouting. You just shoved him and rolled your eyes, never admitting how hot your face would grow at the random compliments.
Then suddenly, you two were there.
Haechan wouldn't elaborate on what there was. To you, this just looked like a park in the city. But you could tell, with the way he was looking at the trees, this meant something to him.
You two walk up the trail in silence, you choosing not to say anything as he seems determined to get somewhere. You follow without qualms, admiring how dark it was starting to get around this time.
There were families still out though, couples laughing on benches as they fed ducks, and people walking their dogs. It was such a beautiful sight.
Haechan suddenly turns as you make your way up a hill, grabbing your hand as he points to the grass. "Sit with me."
You nod, sitting cross legged on the ground as Haechan stares out into the view. And you can admit, it's breathtaking.
You can see everyone from there. All the people, all the animals, all the trees, you can see it all. You catch glimpses as the sun sets, the sky painted orange as it illuminates the view below.
"It's so pretty." You comment honestly, thankful for the wind on such a hot day, you had never felt more comfortable.
You know why you do though, and it has a lot to do with the boy beside you. The boy you had only known for a few months, but had managed to wring your heart into a knot, he was right here. He made this moment perfect, he made this what it was.
You regret running away, for that week wasted, when you felt like you belonged with him. Your heart swells, and you wish it would stop, but it doesn't cease, not for a second.
Moment's spent with Haechan, they were never a bore, he was someone who you felt genuinely cared about you. Sure, he might have gotten off on the wrong foot with you, but no one was perfect.
He had a past, but damn it, so did you.
You know why you trusted him so much, why you backed away so fast, why you'd follow him anywhere. You knew it all too well.
You couldn't help it, you were in love with him.
"It's beautiful." He responds, resting his head on your shoulder.
You hum back, "Why did you bring me here?"
He turns towards you. "To do this."
Haechan cups your face, tilts it towards him, and then leans in as your lips meet. You don't move for a minute, taken aback by the sudden action, but when you regain your senses you kiss him back.
He pulls off a little before you grab the nape of his neck and bring him in again. You can't get enough, you love the taste of Lee Haechan, you feel like you could kiss him forever. You want to kiss him forever.
You separate again to breathe for a moment but he's pushing your lips back together, it seems the feeling was mutual.
You know you two look like horny teenagers just making out on a hill, something straight our of a coming-of-age movie. But you couldn't care less, you didn't care about what anyone thought of you. All that mattered right now was the boy in front of you.
And loving someone? It never felt this right.
..
You walk into your apartment wearing a dopey smile, Karina texting you that they she had went home, and you're thankful because your pillow sounds so good right now.
After the sunset, Haechan had took you to eat at a small diner, then to a little box arcade to pummel you in every shooting game out there. So, for lack of better word, you were exhausted.
You and Haechan didn't talk about the kiss after, he just smiled at you and then told you he liked you. You'd never felt such butterflies in your life, not even with your ex-boyfriend. It was different.
You call out for your roommate when you walk further in, turning on your lights as she responds. "Can you come here for a minute?"
You walk into her room, seeing Yeji and Chaewon on her bed. You giggle at the two. "Need me to help you move them?"
But she's not laughing, serious as she looks at you. "Maybe we should talk in the living room."
Your heart races. Did something bad happen? Was she okay? Were the others okay? Did the boys piss her off? There were a million things running through your heard at the turn of this night. Nevertheless, you follow her out into the living room, sitting with her. "Is everything alright? You're scaring me with how serious you're being."
She looks down at your attempt to lighten the mood. "As you know, we went to see the boy's today."
You nod, scared to speak. You even feel guilty, but you know you did nothing wrong, why did it seem like you were in trouble?
Karina continues, "They started drinking, a lot. But I stayed sober because I'm having breakfast with my mom tomorrow, remember?"
And now, its oddly apparent to you how she seems to be beating around the bush. You lean in, "Did something happen, Karina?"
"Well, Jeno and I were talking in his room, and all of a sudden Jaemin walks in, drunk obviously. Talking about how he won, and the bet's off now. I thought he was talking about sports or that sort of thing, but then he mentions Haechan." She avoids your eyes.
"What are you saying?" You whisper, meekly.
"Long story short, I got out of Jeno that-" She closes her mouth, and you can see her trying to word it, but your patience is running thin. "Jaemin payed Haechan to talk to you."
"What?!" You exclaim, standing up from where you were sitting. No, no that couldn't be right, that couldn't be true. It barely even made any sense. "Why would he do that?"
Karina stands as well, muttering two words. "The pact."
And it clicks in your head.
"He thought if anyone could sweep you off your feet, it'd be Haechan. So he messaged him randomly and set this whole thing up. He figured if the bet was broken, he could get a chance with Chaewon."
"So he," You start, struggling to speak. "Payed Haechan to make me fall in love. For this stupid pact I didn't even ask to be apart of?!"
"I'm so sorry, I had no idea. Once Jeno told me, I told him I never wanted to see him again! And look I know it doesn't even matter because you don't care-" She pauses as she looks at you, stunned at the sight. "Are you crying?"
And you let out another choked sob at that, her rushing to your side immediately. Your tears are flowing as you rub at your eyes, overwhelmed by the emotions taking over you. "Why are you crying?"
"I loved him."
She staggers back. "You.."
"And this happens." You continue to bawl. "This keeps happening, and I don't know why it keeps happening to me!"
Karina pats your hair as she hugs you. "You didn't do anything wrong."
"I know! I know, I didn't! So why do boys keep doing this to me?! Why do I keep getting used?!" You cry, the words slipping out. "First you, and now Chaewon. Will no one ever just love me?!"
Karina tightens her hug on you, she knows it hurts, she was there. She held you a year and a half ago when you broke up with Sunwoo. Weeping in her arms as you recalled a text message you had viewed on his phone. How he was only using you to get to Karina. She hated him, she hated his entire being, and she still does.
But you didn't love Sunwoo. No, you liked him a lot but love? That was never there. You cried because he treated you like garbage, not because your heart was broken.
She can practically hear it shattering now.
You want to throw something, anything. You want to stomp into Haechan's apartment and throw shit around, making him hurt the way you are. You feel anger, and you feel hurt.
But what you feel most of all, is fear.
You still don't want to lose him, and that's what hurts the most.
SIX, THEY'RE NOT SO EASY TO HATE
When you were fifteen, you wrote a list. Clear cut and simple, straight to the point. It listed six reasons why you hated boys. And so far, to this day, every word has held true.
Sure, people might sit and laugh about it now. Say how it's outdated and how it's rude to generalize an entire gender because of personal experience, but you'd beg to differ.
You lean your head back against your car seat, sniffling as you sit. It's about twelve in the morning at this point, but you can't bring yourself to feel tired. You don't know what to do, you don't even know where you're going. So you go back to the root of this, the boy you thought you could trust. Huang Renjun.
You typed the name easily, not even expecting him to pick up. You don't know what you're going to say, you were so filled with anger that you could explode.
"Hey, what're you doing up so late?" The soft voice chimes as he picks up, half asleep as he yawns.
You burst into tears. "You were my friend?! How could you do this to me?! I trusted you!"
You can hear him shuffling around as you assume he sits up in his bed. "Hello? What? Yn?"
You grit your teeth. "Don't play stupid now, I found out. Are you happy? I know you set me up!"
"Set you up? Are you drunk right now or-"
"Don't you dare!" You scream into the phone. "What, did they promise you a cut of the money? Or did they tell you-"
"What are you talking about?" He yells back, completely confused. "Who promised me money?"
You start crying even more. "I hate you so much, you're just as fake as Haechan."
"Haechan? What do I have to do with him?"
"Do I have to spell it out for you!? Why won't you just admit you helped Jaemin and Jeno?!" Your voice is horse now from the yelling and your eyes rubbed raw from the crying.
"Yn." He calms, lowering his voice. "Talk to me, what did they do?"
His tone takes you off guard, wasn't he just screaming back at you? "Do you really not know?"
"Know what - Please, you have to help me out here - I don't know anything." He responds, and you want so terribly to believe him. He had your back, he warned you, he probably saw all of this coming.
But boys lie, that you know for certain.
"So you don't know that Jaemin bribed Haechan to get me to break that fucking pact?" You curse, voice low, and you hold your breath for his answer.
"He did what?" Renjun speaks, sighing. "And Haechan went through with it? That's so typical of him, but you know what? I warned you."
"Are you trying to preach to me right now?!" You say, pissed off.
"No- Fuck, I'm so sorry." And you can hear him sit down on his bed. "I swear to you, I didn't know about this. They probably didn't tell me on purpose, please, I can't lose you too."
"Renjun," You speak in the mic. "What am I gonna do now?"
"What do you mean?"
"I liked him a lot."
And the other end is silent.
..
If Renjun hadn't proved his friendship to you yet, now was definitely his time to show out. Well, judging by how he's literally tearing up the dance floor for your amusement? Yeah, he's gone above and beyond.
You laugh at him from your little booth, sat next to the guy he had brought along, Renjun's girlfriend across from you as she giggles at her boyfriend.
Her name is Heejin, and she practically crushed you with a hug earlier. Telling you all about how shes begged Renjun to meet the girl responsible for making her precious bunny those bows. Also laughing and giggling about how pretty you were, cheeks slightly red.
The boy beside you was Yangyang, a cousin who Renjun was convinced would make you head over heels. ("Hyuck and him are both stupid!" He had said, trying to point out their similiarities. "And both medium ugly, so they have a lot in common! Give him a chance.) But Renjun was mistaken because you didn't want a boy like Haechan, you wanted Haechan. And it stung.
Yangyang was funny though, and he was polite but it had only been a few weeks since you ghosted Haechan. You weren't ready or open to the idea of anyone new just yet. Yangyang didn't seem to mind though, he was just here for a good time, which he seemed to be having as he made you down a matching shot with him.
"Haechan's a total asshole." Heejin suddenly spouts, likely from having too much to drink. "I would've fallen in love with you for free!"
"Right?!" Yangyang shouts over the music. "Wait, who's Haechan?"
You groan, "Thank you, Heejin."
She sits up. "No problem, and I'm glad you came out with us tonight! Renjun said he hadn't seen you in weeks, I almost thought I'd never get to meet you."
"No seriously," Yangyang speaks, looking around. "Who is Haechan?"
"Okay, you're both trashed." You laugh, staring at your unfinished drink, pretending to stir it. Moving, you slip your heels back on.
"Awee, are you leaving?" Heejin pouts, and you shake your head at the sweet girl. "No, I'm just going to pee. Think you'll be okay?"
She just nods and you stand, pulling your too-tight dress down as you make you way through people. What were you even doing here tonight? Karina had basically kicked you into Renjun's car to leave, saying you needed to be out again. But what was the point anyways?
You felt like you finally reached your limit about caring about boys anymore, especially one's that weren't Lee Haechan.
Goodness, there you go again. Thinking about the very person who left you like this, who didn't even fight for you or come looking. He knew what he had done, and you hope it eats at him everyday.
But you also hope he's okay. You hope that, maybe just a tiny part of him actually liked you, and that maybe your absence made a small dent in his life.
But you doubt it, not like you knew anyways. You would ask Renjun but they got into a fight, presumably over what he had done to you, and now the two don't even talk anymore. According to your friend, the other just comes home to sleep, busy going who knows where during the day.
Coming back from the bathroom, you find Renjun having returned, coddling his girlfriend as Yangyang watches with a displeased look on his face. You can relate.
Then you realize something, Renjun is drunk. Which means, he's incapable of taking you home. You confirm this as you and Yangyang, the only one's about to stand by themselves, sling Renjun over your shoulders and walk to his car. You grab the keys from his pockets as he protests. "It's fine, take my car and call us an Uber."
"Are you insane?" You ask, trying to ignore the pain in your arms. "Stuff three drunk people in an Uber and hope they make it home? Who do you think I am?"
But you're a bit thankful that Renjun wants to make things easier for you. You were a big girl though, you could handle driving them to his apartment, even if Haechan was there.
Right, you'd be fine.
That's what you keep repeating as you make the drive, unfamiliar with this car, but driving just fine. You can see Renjun and Heejin cuddling in the rear view, Yangyang sat up front as he stares out the window.
"I've been wondering all night," He speaks, taking you off guard. "What's got you all upset? Is it that Haechan that Heejin mentioned?"
You keep your eyes on the road. "It's embarrassing."
"Well, my girlfriend of four years cheated on me." He speaks, causing you to shift in your seat. The confession offbeat, not expecting his openness. "That's why I'm here, I live an hour and half away. But I can't go to my place knowing she's there, I can't stand to be around her."
"I'm really sorry," You say, sincerity in your voice. "You deserve better."
He just shrugs. "That's not even the embarrassing part. I can't be around her because I know I'll take her back, I still love her. Isn't that weird, loving someone after they did you so wrong?"
"It's not weird." You whisper back.
"Renjun's the one who drove me down here himself, he knows I'm weak. He knows I view love irrationally." Yangyang drops his head.
"That's not irrational, we can't help who we love."
He tries to piece things together. "Did Haechan cheat on you too?"
"No," You respond, gripping the wheel. "Well, we weren't even together."
"So you're upset over someone you weren't with? Ditto. I think we've all been there, I guess the only thing left now is if you think he's worth forgiving." And for how much the boy drank, you hated how he seemed so wise.
"I don't know, I think I was more upset that he didn't reach out. It's like he doesn't care, like I'm not worth chasing."
"Maybe he's giving you space." He suggests. "That's what I'd do."
"Do you think your girlfriend's worth forgiving?" You hated cheaters, and you'd personally never forgive one. So depending on Yangyang's response, will deduce how helpful his advice is.
"Fuck no." He laughs, leaning his head back. "But your situation is different, you didn't catch your partner in bed with her neighbor so."
Your eyes grow big as you stammer. "I-"
"Don't," He stops you. "If anyone else tells me they're sorry again, I think i'll throw up."
You nod. "I get it."
"Anyways, you can still save your situation. Just depends if you think he's worth your time." He yawns, just in time for you to approach Renjun's complex.
You stay silent, unbuckling your seat belt. What was all the contemplation even for? He could very well not even be home.
But those words are swallowed when Renjun's front door is opened, the boy you'd been dreading in front of you. He rubs his eyes, muttering how he could hear Yangyang's loud voice from inside the house.
Then he quiets, eyes meeting yours.
And you missed the sight terribly.
Yangyang grabs his cousin from your side, pushing past Haechan with Heejin following.
You just stare Haechan up and down. He looks down, opening his mouth and then closing it instantly. He has a million things he wants to say, but he doubts you want to hear anything from him.
So you talk first. "Why didn't you come after me?"
He stops. "What?"
"You didn't even call!" You throw your hands up. "I would've heard you out! I would've let you explain, but you didn't even send a text!"
He takes in your words with disbelief. "I- I assumed you didn't want to hear from me and-"
"That's right, you assumed! You didn't even try, you were just going to let me go." You hold back your tears as your eyes well up. "I waited for days, sitting by the phone for an explanation, for you to call and apologize. I would've taken it from you, you idiot!"
Haechan moves forward. "I'm more sorry than you could imagine."
"Was it all just a chore to you? Everything, all of it?"
"Listen to me." He shakes his head. "I didn't take the money, okay? I took it initially, but after the first time we met, I backed out. It felt horrible to keep doing that to someone."
"And yet you still kept following me around?!" You say, not understanding.
"That was because I was interested in you." He says without hesitance. "And after I ruined everything, I just couldn't bear to see you hurt. I feel horrible every day, it's been hell without you."
"You should've called." You meek, a tear running down your face.
"I know, I should've done a lot of things differently. I should've been honest with you sooner, I should've came clean."
"You know what the stupidest part of it all is?" You cross your arms, as you wipe at your eyes. "I would've forgiven you."
"I'm-"
"Because I love you." And you cry. God, you hated yourself right now. Crying because of a boy? And even worse, crying because of a boy? One you hadn't even known that long, but that managed to worm his way into your life, but had also caused you such sadness.
But as Haechan wraps his arms around you, whispering that he loves you back, you know he's someone worth forgiving.
EPILOGUE
As mentioned, you had made a list when you were fifteen. Unleashing your wrath among the male population after another one had cut you clean.
The list read as followed,
6 Reasons I hate boys,
1, They make everything about them.
2, They're liar's.
3, They don't mind thier business.
4, They confuse being friendly for flirting.
5, They're easy to fall in love with.
And 6, They're not so easy to hate.
Haechan cackles as you read it out, shaking his head as he stirs his coffee. "That's ridiculous."
"How so?" You place the paper down as you narrow your eyes, "Every single thing here has been proven."
"Well its not about the contents of the list," He begins, grabbing your hand. "To me, that sounds like a list of things you like about boys."
"What?!"
"C'mon, you like that I'm the center of attention. You also like when I lie to you about drama spoilers you see online to spare your feelings. Hm, and you love when I poke my head into you and Yeji's gossip sessions to give my input." He lists, counting on his fingers.
"And if I didn't confuse you for flirting, then I would've thought you hated me this whole time." He winks as you scrunch your nose. "And the last two are pretty self explanatory."
"Whatever," You roll your eyes. "You're the worst."
"But you're still dating me so."
"Against my will."
He mocks you, quirking his head to the side. "I'm going to make a list of things I love about you, but I think it'd be more than 6."
"Eww," You drag, still not used to such a sweet side of Haechan. "Corny!"
"Let me be corny!" He waves. "As long as it gets you into Renjun's bed with me."
"For the last time," You lower your voice, looking around the coffee shop. "We are not having sex in Renjun's bed!"
"He does it to me!"
"Only as revenge! And you guy's barely got on good terms again, do you really want to push it?"
He thinks about it. "Well.."
"Nope, not happening." You dismiss, looking over to the cafe counter. "Now go get me some of those cookies."
"Anything for you, my love."
And even though he's a boy, who hopelessly fits into your list.
WARNINGS/CONTENT âž minimal profanity, Hyuck is really in love itâs sickening, kissing, teasing, mentions of Hyuck getting a boner but it really goes no where after that
SUMMARY âž Kisses, kisses, kisses. Thatâs all your boyfriend wants. When you refuse to give him the one thing he craves, he wonât leave you alone, begging and begging until you give in.
WORD COUNTâž 1k
Authors note: was really battling on whether I should make this into smut or not but I decided to keep it cute since I barely ever write fluffy things đ„° (this also isnt proofread so oopsies if theres any mistakes) enjoy!
Things like this were no longer surprising.
Hyuck wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you incredibly close.
âI just got home from work baby, Im sweaty and I need to shower.â
You already knew what he was going to say, completely unbothered when he opens his mouth to speak.
âJust let me kiss you, wanna hold you please.â Doe eyes stare straight at you, your boyfriend begging like a starved man for a kiss.
He had been repeating that same phrase for the past fifteen minutes now, not letting up in the slightest.
âHyuck, I need to shower.â
You know fighting is completely pointless, he wouldnât let you go without getting that kiss and you both knew it. His persistence was both endearing and slightly frustrating, your tired body wanting nothing but a hot shower and a nice nap after work.
Your boyfriend puckers his lips and shuts his eyes, waiting for you to grant his wish. Itâs hard not to laugh at his cuteness, the scene making you smile.
Finally, you give in to his request, unable to resist his adorable puckered lips and closed eyes.
Itâs a short and sweet kiss, but it leaves your boyfriend with a tint of red painted across his lips, your lipstick transferring onto his own lips.
Laughter fills the air as you stare at him, your boyfriend tilting his head in question at your actions.
âCuteâ you smile, squeezing his cheeks and pecking a kiss to his cheek before walking away, heading to your shared bedroom.
âWoah woah woah wait! Whatâs so funny?â He chases after you like a lost puppy, pouting when you snicker to yourself, ignoring him. âBaby, what are you laughing at?â
âItâs nothing Hyuck, donât worry.â You canât even make eye contact with the boy without falling into a fit of giggles, Hyuck getting embarrassed as you continue laughing at him.
Your red lipstick leaves a vivid mark on his cheek, contrasting against his own fair skin. Itâs adorable, and youâd leave another one if you werenât so desperate to shower and lay down.
Hyuck follows you down the hall and all the way to your shared bedroom, hot on your heels.
âBabe, are you gonna let me shower in peace or are you gonna keep following me?â
âHaha very funny.â Hyuck smirks and leans against the doorway, his eyes fixated on your body as you start to peel your shirt off.
âDonât be a weirdo~â you tease, turning away from him to hide your body.
Hyuck continues to pout, flopping down onto the bed with a dramatic groan. âAll I want is to kiss my beautiful girlfriend and she wonât let me. How is that fair? A cute boy like me deserves all her kisses.â
You chuckle at his playful complaints, throwing your shirt directly into his face and turning towards him, nothing covering your top half but a bra.
Donghyuck yelps when your shirt suddenly flies into his face, but once he realizes whatâs going on he takes a big whiff of your scent like a weirdo, letting out a dramatic sigh and blabbering about how good you smell.
âYou know,â he starts, propping himself up on his elbows, âAll I want is a kiss and youâre giving me everything but that.â
A sigh leaves you as realization dawns over you. Donghyuck would not let you shower nor sleep in peace until he got another kiss, a real kiss.
âDonghyuck.â
He perks up when you say his government name, eyes widening slightly as you reluctantly stride over to him.
âWant a kiss?â His tongue is practically hanging out of his mouth when you straddle him, hands instinctively moving to your waist.
He nods without saying a word, licking his lips as he waits for your lips to meet. With a sigh, you give in, leaning in to plant a kiss on his lips.
Hyuck doesnât let you go when you try to break the kiss, one of his hands finding place on the back of your neck as he brings you even closer, forcefully deepening it. His grip tightens, his fingers tangling in the luscious strands of your hair, pulling you in deeper and making your head spin.
This is not how this usually goes.
Your boyfriend playfully slaps your ass, causing you to moan into his mouth as you are caught by surprise. âHyuck!â you scold, staring deep into his eyes as you pant slightly, lust swimming in his brown orbs.
âI have a great idea,â you say, leaning in close, but not close enough for Hyucks liking. âHow aboutâŠâ
The suspense is killing Hyuck as you speak extra slow, purposely keeping him on his toes. You can feel his now growing erection poking the side of your thigh, but choose to ignore it, smiling to yourself as you feel him try to subtly grind against you for some sort of relief.
âHow about I go take a shower?â In a flash, you hop off of your boyfriend, dashing to the bathroom door and locking it.
âBabeeeee,â he whines, not even making an attempt to chase after you as he sits there in complete awe. âYouâre so mean to me.â
Laughing to yourself, you take a look at yourself in the mirror, all of your lipstick completely gone.
âOh yeah babe, almost forgot to tell you that youâve got a little something on your face.â
And with that, Hyuck groans, his brain finally putting the pieces together.
âYouâre evil, you know that?â He sighs, burying his face into the mattress with a groan as he embraces defeat.
genre: fluff, slight angst, a crackfic turned way too serious lmao
word count:Â 11.6k
synopsis:Â you hit the universityâs star hockey player with your car. shenanigans (and maybe even a little romance) ensue.Â
authorâs note: sorry i came back after almost an entire year and dropped this instead of anything people actually asked for teehee đ also i know nothing about hockey so none of the sports stuff makes sense pls kindly ignore <3 big shoutout to miss cat and moon for coming up with the only good parts of this ficÂ
warning(s):Â brief descriptions of injuriesÂ
playlist:Â and july (feat. dean and dj friz) by heize â mixtape 2003 by the academic â chit chat by beach weather â 1983 by neon trees â fearless by taylor swift
part i. lee taemin once said his ideal meet-cute is a girl running him over with her car <3
First off, to set the record straightâ
You are not a bad driver.
There just so happened to be a bad thunderstorm, and your windshield wipers happened to malfunction, and you happened to lightly tap someone with the front of your beat-up Toyota Prius. Honestly, the person probably did more damage to your car thatâs one airbag deployment away from spontaneous combustion than the car could ever do to him.Â
However, for some reason, the blurry figure that you can barely make out through the onslaught of rainfall doesnât seem to be getting up off the ground.Â
Hurriedly putting your car in park, you clamber out in a panic as water pelts you in the face like one of those super strong hoses set on sprinkler mode. Without even asking if the person is okay, you lift him up by the shoulders and shake him violently.Â
âOh my God, please donât die! I literally canât afford to pay for someoneâs funeral right now,â you wail.Â
genre: pwp smut, haechan x reader, f x m, college!au, crack
word count: 15.1k+
summary: thereâs a mystery at hand! it seems like your panties have been vanishing into thin air whenever you need them most?
angry that your favorite pairs of panties are going missing, you decide to put on your detective hat in hopes of finding the mysterious lingerie bandit.
but between all of the guys that you sleep withâ you canât seem to pinpoint who the culprit could be.
it couldnât possibly be your absolute geek of a tutor for calculus, right?
nah.
smut warnings: sub!haechan, features of other members (mentioned sex but no explicit scenes with them), panty sniffing, panty stuffing, oral (f receiving), overstimulation (m receiving), humiliation, degradation, masturbation, crybaby haechan, mc steps on haechan a lil, cum eating/swapping, light slapping
other warnings: mentions of menstruation (not involved in any smut scenes), very side character heavy but haechan is still the star
authorâs note: try reading the warnings from overstimulation to the beat of dwayne the rock johnsonâs rap
this one was a little bit harder for me ;; but an honest effort was made! i hope u enjoy <3
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Day 1 â
âBabes, you know I love you. But you gotta hurry the fuck up,â Your friend snides at you. Her arms are crossed while youâre bent over at the lowest drawer of your dresser, scrambling through an almost endless abyss of clothes. She tuts when her remark falls on deaf ears, walking over to smack your exposed ass to get your attention.
You wince at the sharp pain, rubbing your aching cheek. âOw! What was that for?â
Sheâs puffing her face out impatiently, pulling down the bottom half of your dress to maintain your decency. Tightly fitted bodycon short enough that the slightest of movements will cause it to ride up, she groans at your obliviousness. âIâm serious! Weâre gonna be late,â She retorts. âWhat are you even looking for anyway?â
Kneeling back, you look up at your friend with glossy eyes. âMy favorite pair of panties! Yâknow the baby blue ones?â You start, feeling validated when she gives you an appeasing nod that screams âyes, I know the ones.â
âI canât find them,â You whine before diving back into your drawers. Tearing it apart and flinging colorful pieces of fabric all over.
Unable to put up with your shenanigans anymore, your friend is pulling you by the collar of your dress.
Youâre flailing your arms petulantly at your dresser, so close to a breakthrough but being ripped away at the last second.
âCâmon,â She grunts, hoisting you by the arm as she drags you out of your bedroom. You try to escape her clutches but sheâs much stronger than you, grip like a vice as she trudges the two of you towards the front door. âSeriously! The partyâs already started! All the drinks are gonna be gone by the time we get there.â
âBut my pantiesss,â You mewled, poking at her waist in hopes that sheâll take some pity on you. âJust give me another five minutes! Jenoâs gonna be there and I wanna make sure he sees them.â
When she doesnât budge you use your last resort and sit down, planting all of your dead weight onto the ground. Not even sheâs strong enough to drag you in your rock-like state. Challenging her with a smug stare.
She drops her head into the palm of her hands in defeat, pinching her temples to ease the urge to throw you off a balcony. âYou littleâ fine! Five minutes, okay? If youâre not back out here by then Iâm leaving your ass home and you can get your own ride,â She bites at you, a heeled foot kicking your butt swiftly to get you moving like a horse.
âIâll be quick!â You yell back as you scurry to your room, determined to find the pair as soon as possible. Nagging your friend when she yells something along the lines of âHeâs already seen them anyways!â behind you.
Tearing your room apart near and far in hopes of finding the accursed piece of lace. You feel like youâre in the midst of losing your mind. Swearing that you had just done your laundry last weekend, saving them specifically for tonightâs party. Within moments, youâve flung nearly every piece of clothing in your dresser across your room.
Not in the dresser. Not anywhere in your closet. Wasnât left in the washer or dryer. Not even in the dirty pile?
Wanting to shriek out in rage, you give up. Throwing a small tantrum on the floor in frustration. You get up before brushing your hair out of your face, grabbing your blush pink alternative instead. Exchanging the plain black cotton for the other before carelessly tossing it somewhere, probably landing by the frame of your room.
When your five minutes are up, you drag your feet childishly back out to the front door. Your best friend has her arms crossed as she looks you up and down. âWell?â She asks, tapping her foot.
You shake your head disappointedly, lifting the skirt of your dress up to flash her your second favorite pair instead. âTheseâll have to do instead. I guess,â You huff irritably.
She coddles you with faux concern before linking your arm with hers. âItâs okay, babes. Iâm sure heâll like pink instead.â
The two of you are laughing as you step out for the night, ready to get absolutely fucked up and dicked down. Yet, as you walk out the door you look back with curiosity. Feeling something so amiss, yet unable to pinpoint the source of suspicion.
Where the fuck did your panties go?
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Day 2 â
Your brain might actually implode, seriously. The big blob in your cranium might just deflate and wheeze out any remaining air it has left if Lee Haechan makes you do one more fucking derivative.
âHaechan, can we take a break? This shitâs not clicking,â You berate the boy that sits across from you. Pretty brand name pen twirling through your fingers expertly, you stifle a giggle at the way he jumps at your sailor mouth. Screeching your chair back, you splay your hands out onto your kitchen table and stretch out like a cat, finely manicured nails on full display.
He pushes his glasses up before looking down shyly, never capable of maintaining eye contact with you for more than three seconds. Hands are tucked in between his legs politely as he bobs his head in response. âWe⊠we can take a break. If you want, at least.â Though itâs a suggestion, almost everything he says sounds like a question.
Lee Haechan was far from what you could consider your typical ânerd.â Quite the opposite actually. He just so happened to be super smart, always landing the top grades amongst your classes.
Not one to keep to himself, heâs a complete social butterfly amongst those in his proximity. When heâs with his friends heâs fun, loud, and even confident. One could even describe him as the mood maker of a group.
Yet when you asked him to be your tutor for your calculus class, it seemed like heâd turned into a puddle of goop. Scene straight out of some cheesy 80âs rom com where he drops all of his materials upon your shameless request, fumbling papers everywhere as you look at him with glowing admirationâ his friends pointing and laughing at him as you leave. Heâs barely even able to form basic sentences or hold a conversation that doesnât pertain to any academic related activities. The poor thing was absolutely under your trance.
Youâd like to blame the complete 180° of his personality on some obvious crush. But for some reason you felt like there was something deeper, something that goes beyond the surface of admiration. Tacit, almost.
So this little rendezvous has carried on for a few weeks now. Meetings at your place after classes, he goes over the notes with you in detail while helping you with the assigned homework. In exchange, you treat him to a (very, very awkward and quiet) meal. Usually just you talking about yourself while he stares with intrigue, nodding with undivided attention but never inputting any of his own opinions.
Needless to say you had no complaints. Haechan was an excellent tutor, helping you with even the most difficult of concepts without overwhelming you. Despite the awkwardness, you were utterly indebted to Haechan for all of his hard work.
Youâre interrupted from your thoughts when your phone on the table begins to vibrate. Text messages from Doyoung asking to come over within the next thirty minutes or so. A cheery grin takes over your features as you snatch your device, immediately messaging him back before remembering your guest.
âOh, sorry! That was rude of me,â You apologize. To which Haechan waves both of his hands at you in a cartoonish fashion, the thought of you ever being rude to him being absolutely blasphemous.
âNo, no! Youâre okay,â He replies with the most vigor youâve seen from him the whole session. You donât miss the way he purposely avoids eye contact, rather seeking solace in the wall thatâs next to you.
You were just too pretty. Such a dainty presence and such kind mannerisms were an absolute whiplash to your otherwise domineering aura, throwing him in for a loop that he couldnât keep up with. Heâs fumbling between stutters before he thinks of his next words. âSo,â He clears his throat. âDid you want to end it here today?â
Having half the mind to turn down Doyoung, youâre about to decline Haechanâs offer. Finals season was approaching. So despite your complaints, you knew youâd have to suck it up and take all the extra hours you can get with Haechan to make sure you ace this exam.
At least, until Doyoung sends you a message with an image of some handcuffs and cloth. A little â;)â attached at the bottom. Definitely indicating that he wanted something extra frisky today. The text has you dropping your jaw in surprise, not acknowledging the way Haechanâs shoulders droop at your lack of response.
Curse your libido. Seriously, Jeno had absolutely rearranged your guts at the party last night. Causing shivers to run from the bottom of your spine at the flashbacks, scalp still a bit warm from the way those veiny hands were throwing you around.
You unleash a dramatic sigh before ultimately texting Doyoung back, giving him the green light to head on over. When you look back up you see that Haechan is already staring right at you, waiting patiently and watching with intent.
Rubbing the back of your neck guiltily, you answer his prior question. âYeah, sorry about that,â You apologize again. âI think now would be a good time to stop. But maybe I could see you tomorrow? Only if youâre not busy, of course!â
The fronts of Haechanâs teeth poke out adorably before it grows into a full on grin, pearly whites shining enough to rival the sun. Youâd be a fool to deny Haechanâs looksâ extremely handsome with an even cuter demeanor. Often wondering why he doesnât attend parties or outings with mutual classmates.
You admit that youâd love to have him in many different ways. But you choose to maintain professionalism within your relationship as tutor and clientâ adamant about not coming onto him.
Unless of course, he were to make the first move.
Keeping your relationship to that of barely acquaintances, you make sure to limit the knowledge that the two of you actually have of each other. Itâs no secret that you get around, but who doesnât? Luckily, itâs never affected how Haechan treats you. Unknowingly coming to your defense when someone takes shots at your body count or your character as a person.
And when he replies so obediently and looks at you with such sweet and starry eyes, itâs hard to not imagine your head between his thick thighs. How theyâd tremble and kick around for mercy. Or how those plump lips would look gawked open if heâs fucked ouâ
ââyou hear me?â Haechanâs voice cuts in, bringing you back to reality yet again.
âOh! Oh god, Iâm so sorry. Iâm a mess today,â You splutter, tucking your hair behind your ear. Inwardly condemning yourself for fantasizing about your math tutor who is literally sitting right in front of you.
Haechan only shakes his head again in response. âYouâre okay, I completely understand,â He chuckles. âFinals are coming in quick. Iâm a bit stressed myself.â
Heâs nipping at his bottom lip, walking on eggshells as you wait for him to repeat his initial thought. âAnyways, I was wondering if I could use your bathroom please?â He asks so politely, you almost melt at how cute he is.
âYeah, of course! Itâs just down the hall,â You lean over to maneuver your arm past the table, rounding around the partition of the kitchen to the living room to give him a general idea. Whether youâre aware that your oversized t-shirt is hanging dangerously low or not, Haechan doesnât point it out. He also tries his hardest to deny the fact that you were most definitely not wearing a bra and that your breasts were definitely not open for show.
He nods at you frantically before pushing himself out of his seat, hurrying for the bathroom. Resting your head against the palm of your hand, you blink slowly at just how endearing the sweet boy is. Most people didnât even have the courtesy to even let you know theyâre about to raid your fridge for any leftovers or snacks. (That reminds you to hide your chocolate croissants from Doyoung before he comes in.)
A few moments pass by and you bring it upon yourself to heat up a pork bun for Haechan before he heads out as thanks for all of his work today. Peering your head down the hall to see that the lights are still visible through the creek of the door, you shrug at the time that heâs taking. Dude probably just ate well today or something.
Minutes after the beep of the microwave however, you begin to get a little bit concerned. His pork bun is already heated up and ready to go, but it's cooling down just as fast with every passing minute. The silence of the room is blaring aside from the vent thatâs emanating from the bathroom. Would it be rude to check up on him? Itâs not like you wanted to rush him or anything, but when you check the clock you worry that Doyoung could pop up at any moment.
âHaechan?â You call from the end of the hall, deciding against knocking against the door in the unlikely case he really is tearing up your bathroom. At your call you hear some shuffling that causes you to jump a little, something akin to metal clanging and clothes rustling. âEverything alright in there?â
âBe out in a second!â Haechan practically squeaks from the bathroom door, and you swear that heâs probably toppled over the way you hear a loud crash against the wall.
At a loss you decide to just stay in your spot, only a tad confused at the string of events that are unfolding. Youâre just about to take matters into your hands, taking the first step down the hall when you hear a knock at the front door. Whipping your head around, you groan when you walk over to the peep hole to see Doyoung at the other side.
âUgh,â Your eyelids flicker, torn between rushing Haechan out for your dick appointment or to let Doyoung simmer out on the porch a little bit longer. When you donât answer the door quick enough, Doyoung knocks at the door at a quick tempo before he calls your name in a whine.
âLet me innn,â The older male increases his incessant knocks. The worry of having Haechan catch Doyoung entering your dorm becomes your last priority. You open the door for Doyoung, glad that he at least had the decency to hide the âequipmentâ in a duffle bag. Your senior is flashing you that sweet bunny smile when you make room to let him enter, greeting you with a sweet rub to your shoulder blade. âWhat took you so long?â
A bit frazzled, you take a spot behind him in order to get him to your room as fast as possible. Wanting to avoid any unnecessary interactions between the two males that are currently inhabiting your space. âDonât worry about it. Just get to my room already,â You quip as you push him straight down the hallway.
Doyoungâs chuckling mischievously at your perceived persistence. âWell somebodyâs eager todââ
You were just about to reach your sanctuary when Haechan decides to whip open the bathroom door, looking absolutely frayed. Cheeks a blush pink when he catches the two of you at the frame of your bedroom door. When the two males lock gazes, you swear youâre about to explode in frustration because of your poor planning. Again, curse your libido.
âHaechannie?â Doyoung acknowledges his junior from his spot at the door frame.
âAh, hyung!â Haechan replies, giving the older male a quick wave, his sweater covering half of his hand up to his fingertips.
The black haired male gives you a skeptical eyebrow, and you hope your challenging glare prevents him from saying anything stupid. âDidnât think we were gonna have anyone join us today,â He adds huffily, not unfamiliar to sharing you in bed with someone else.
You face palm. Of course he was going to say something stupid.
Haechan creases his eyebrows together before he connects the dots, giving you a look that resembles that of a kicked puppy. Unable to handle this any longer, you give Haechan a sympathetic pat. You really do hate to kick him out, but itâs honestly his fault for taking too long in the bathroom doing god knows what.
âIâll see you tomorrow?â You ask, mustering up a soft smile.
He nods feebly, cheeks sucked in timidly as heâs yet again averting your gaze. âYeah.. tomorrow.â
You walk him out after he bids Doyoung a respectful goodbye, waving him off as he leaves your field of vision.
Lost in your own thoughts you donât notice Doyoung coming up behind you and planting his head on top of yours. He too looks at the fleeing Haechan, the younger male becoming smaller and smaller with every step he takes.
âSo you added Haechan to your list?â He digs his chin into your scalp, eyebrows querking up curiously.
You shake your head before taking his hand in yours, leading him to your room once again. âNope. Just having him tutor me for calc.â
He âahhâs at your response, duffle bag flopping along with him as he follows you. âFigured. Pillow princess like you wouldnât be able to put in the work for a baby like that,â Gummy grin flashing as he takes a firm grip on your waist.
You choose to not argue with Doyoung. Dick being a much higher priority than a petty argument regarding your status as an alleged pillow princess. Not like the information would do him any favors anyways, he doesnât even know the half of it.
The way you fantasize of turning Lee Haechan into your little bitch. Have him cry out for you while you praise him and tell him what a good boy he is, it makes you smile dreamily as Doyoung pushes past your door.
So utterly lost in your daydreams that you fail to realize that your door had already been left ajar.
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Day 3 â
The weather has been picking up recently, the sun beginning to emit waves of heat that have you sweating like all hell. You wanted to get out of the dormitoryâs laundry room as fast as possible and return to your air conditioned sanctuary. The cesspool of dirty laundry mixed with the body heat of other attendees has you wanting to gag in disgust, wiping sticky beads of sweat off of your forehead while you try to fan yourself.
âHey, you,â A voice calls for you. At their beckoning you look up to find Jaemin, radiant teeth happily on display when he greets you. You scoot to the side to allow him some room on the bench, more than satisfied with his company compared to the other sweaty jocks that are preoccupying the space.
You flash a grin thatâs just a bit too eager as he takes your side, immediately curling in close to him when he wraps an arm around your waist.
The two of you remain like that, engaging in casual conversation like the position the two of you were in was the most normal thing on earth. Checking your phones and scrolling through social media mindlessly. Jaemin was one of your favorite peopleâ the kind of friendship that required almost little to no maintenance. Going weeks without speaking but remaining just as casual whenever you two encounter each other.
Which inevitably leads to him taking you back to his dorm and fucking your brains out.
âDoing anything later?â His fingers drum against your waist, picking at a loose thread thatâs peeking out of your shorts.
âMm, not that I can think of?â You respond, giving him a look of feigned curiosity. âWhy? Got something in mind?â
Heâs releasing your waist in exchange for leaning over, picking up a piece of racy lingerie that lays at the top of your underwear pile. You jab at his side playfully, laughing at how shameless heâs being.
âIâve got a few things in mind,â He twirls the emerald green lace on his index playfully, not paying mind to any jealous or offset onlookers. âGet this pile done and then put it on for me?â He asks so easily.
âYouâre so weird,â You snatch the piece from him before tossing it back into the pile. Unable to hide the bashful grin that encapsulates your features. âBut fine.â
âGreat.â He grins before leaning back on the bench.
An hour or so passes by, and the two of you are side by side while folding clothes. Piling them neatly on top of each other in your respective baskets. Aside from Jaeminâs risque comments that flew in passing, it was overall a peaceful time.
Most of the other people have already filed out, save for a few others. So the radio silence is immediately filtered out when the double doors fling open. You and Jaemin whirl your heads around, only to be met with a cozy looking Haechan. Circle framed glasses hanging low on the bridge of his nose, unable to push it back up due to the basket of clothes heâs holding in his hands.
Upon seeing you the apples of his cheeks immediately go red. Frozen at the double doors heâs only brought to action when someone asks him if he can move, causing him to scramble out of their way feebishly. The small ordeal earns a small giggle from you. Though at his expense, itâs enough to make him perk up in glee.
Quickly striding toward you, he completely disregards Jaemin who has gone back to folding his laundry. Setting his dirty pile down, he greets you with enthusiasm. Taking the spot on the bench to your left, you wave back at him.
Feeling especially playful, you refrain from being the one to initiate conversation. Head tilted while you bat your eyelashes at him daintily. You practically see the cogs turning in his head as he hurdles over every obstacle in his mind to think of something, anything to say.
Heâs twiddling his thumbs before looking up at you with interest. âWeâre still on for later today, right?â He asks with a small voice, and your eyes widen at the realization.
Oh shit, thatâs right. You remember, seeing Jaeminâs head pick up in your peripheral vision. Youâre a bit tongue tied, honestly not fretting if you and Jaemin donât do anything sexual today. But it has been awhile since you had seen him last. You feel bad for both parties as you had forgotten your priority to Haechan but also strung Jaemin along with an empty promise.
Haechan seems to catch onto your inner turmoil, feeling a bit let down when he catches you craning your neck to look over at Jaemin who is only lifting an amused eyebrow at you. âIâ hold on a second Haechan,â You hold an index finger up at him before turning back to Jaemin.
âRaincheck?â You mouth to Jaemin quietly, and his half lidded gaze has you wanting to jump his bones right in the middle of the laundry room. Lip worrying under your teeth at the prospect of disappointing your friend.
Lucky for you, Jaemin is as cool as always. âCan do,â He answers simply, unable to be bothered. âThereâs always next time.â
Smiling in relief, you and Jaemin discuss the logistics of your next meeting. Completely unaware of Haechan whose eyes are dead locked onto your dirty pile of underwear. Pupils dilated to the point his eyes are practically black, he zeroes in on the basket.
A plethora of lace, polyester, nylon and the like are displayed like a candy shop just for him. Sports bras, push up bras, cotton panties, boyshorts⊠He might as well be in goddamn Disneyworld right now. If you turned around at that very moment youâd be face to face with the jittery Haechan whoâs lost in his equivalent of heaven. Hands are itching in his lap, gulping down at a particular emerald green piece at the top.
âHaechan?â You call out to the brunette, and heâs immediately pulled out of his trance.
Head whipping at you in hopes that he wasnât caught thinking about you in the prettiest lingerie in real time. The look on your face tells him that youâre none the wiser, still donning that sweet and gullible look. Inwardly sighing to himself he hums to you in response.
âIâm good to go,â You confirm with Haechan with delight, pattering his knee with feather-like touches. Heâs about to combust on the spot, stomach doing backflips at how close you are. âLet me just finish these last few piles and then we can head up to my place?â
Jaeminâs eyebrow quirks up, not failing to notice the way Haechanâs jaw is slacked open at you. Ever devious, Jaemin scoots up closer before popping his head in the crook of your shoulder. He makes direct eye contact with Haechan. âSo what are you guys up to, hm?â The orange haired boy asks before circling his arms around your shoulders, holding you close like a stuffed animal. His eyes narrow slyly at Haechan before licking his lips, taking amusement at the way the other male furrows his eyebrows. âCan I join?â
Haechan sucks in a breath, digging his nails into the palms of his hands. He would never tell you but it took quite the hit on his pride when he had found out you wanted to get rid of him just for Doyoung yesterday. Thinking today would be better, he was looking forward to having your unadulterated attention, to gather the courage to get even closer to you. âWeâre studying for finals,â He says with finality, a soft hand coming in to trail along the knuckles that remain on his knee.
Your eyes widen in surprise at the forwardness, wondering what else your tutor had up his sleeve. Wanting to test the waters, you lean back into Jaeminâs chest, maintaining eye contact with Haechan. âJaem has finals too. He can come up with us.â
You look back at Jaemin with a knowing look, the male already well aware of the game that youâre playing. More than willing to join you, just as mischievous as you are. âPretty sure the premed student could be a lot of help in math, hm?â
The orange haired boy nods in response, challenging Haechan yet again. âWhy not? The more the merrier, right?â He wiggles his eyebrows at his classmate.
âI think itâd be better if it was just the two of us,â Haechan tells you, lip quivering in fear of being shut down. But standing his ground as his time with you is beyond precious to him. âIâd actually prefer it that way.â
You had to admit that you were more than impressed with Haechanâs adamance. Liking the side of him that wasnât so easily trampled over, quite familiar with this characteristic when you are out of his field of vision. Quite like the Haechan that clings onto and makes irritating his best friend Mark a habit. Youâd like to see more of it, if heâd let you.
Haechan musters up the courage to stand up and try to size up Jaemin. Despite the small yet prominent height difference between the two, Haechan tries his damnedest when he puffs his chest out. âI want it to be just me and her. Alone,â He grits.
You resist the urge to whistle at the display of bravery. Flattered at the adorable show your knight in shining armor has performed for you. Jaemin merely chuckles before releasing his hold on you, throwing his hands up in mock defeat. âYou got it, boss,â Jaemin whistles.
Thereâs a victorious gleam in Haechanâs eyes now, and you resist the urge to pinch his cheeks silly. With the verdict of your afternoon set in stone, the three of you attend to your laundry.
Jaemin is the first one to finish, standing up to take his leave. You choose to see him out when he walks over to the exit, and the two of you are ignorant to the sudden gleam in Haechanâs eye.
As the two of you reach the doorframe, he turns to you with that same troublesome grin. Bending down to your ear he whispers, âI think someone has a little crush on you.â
Flickering your eyelashes at the male, you give him a light shove. âYou think so? Itâs not like heâs making any moves.â
âI know so,â He winks at you. Looking behind you to see Haechan shuffling with what seems to be his laundry. Though it didnât seem like anything out of the ordinary, he gets a weird gut feeling upon Haechanâs position thatâs bent over suspiciously low. He raises an eyebrow but doesnât pay it any mind, not wanting to involve himself any further.
âJaem?â You call for him in his sudden silence.
âOh, nothing,â Jaemin shakes his head. âIâll head out now. Text me?â
You hum enthusiastically in response, âDefinitely. Iâll see you soon.â
After bidding Jaemin goodbye, you run back to Haechan who scrolls aimlessly through his phone, seemingly done with whatever he was doing seconds ago. Heâs already caught up on his folded clothes and is now waiting on his last pile. In your presence he gives you a small smile. âYou really have a lot of clothes,â He comments passively, which causes you to snort.
âMaking fun of my crippling shopping addiction?â You bring a hand to your heart with an exasperated gasp, and heâs babbling apologies at the prospect of offending you. âDidnât know you could be so mean, Haechannie,â You say before taking a seat dangerously close to him.
âN-no! I just meantââ
His constant stutters have you laughing joyfully. Completely entranced by his sweetness, you place your hand on top of his. âIâm joking! Youâre okay,â You grin. âYouâre so cute, you know that?â
He rubs at his cheek to make sure heâs actually awake. The sound of your laugh has a perfect timbre to make his heart float away. âOhâŠâ
When the washer dings, you put a pause to your teasing. Leaving Haechan to his tongue tied vices, you get up. Throwing the wet pile into the dryer to its right, you bend over to grab your last pile. Mindlessly tossing it into the washer before pouring in your floral scented detergent.
Haechan croons at the sight of your ass thatâs bent over him, basketball shorts loose enough to leave the crease of your cheek visible to his unwavering stare. The heat of the laundry room has caused your exposed legs to perspire just a tad bit, giving it a glow that has Haechan reeling in his seat. Tightening his legs together in hopes of hiding the quickly forming tent, he digs his fingers into his thighs to maintain sanity.
He really canât get a read on youâ were you just playing some sick mind game on him or were you wholly as oblivious as you let on? Either way, he couldnât get away. Like a fly to a spider heâs already been caught in your web.
Hours later the two of you find yourselves back in your dorm, and youâre proud of Haechan for breaking out of his shell. Laughing a bit more freely and even exchanging jokes between the two of you. It seems that you like it most when he smiles, the way your eyes glow joyously at the way his nose scrunches in delight.
He really hopes you donât realize the absence of those emerald green panties.
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Day 4 â
Your friend comes up to you with a pint of your favorite ice cream. Leaving it at your night stand, she takes a seat at the foot of your bed. âSo I guess youâre not coming tonight?â She asks.
You groan at the thought of socializing with anyone at all, much less at a party. Using your pillow to cover your ears dramatically, you start. âI can't. These cramps might actually just fucking kill me.â
She coos at you before massaging your exposed calf. âPoor baby,â She coddles you sincerely. âYou havenât started yet though, right?â
Her expert hands earn a grateful hum, shaking your head as a reply. âNo, but I can tell itâs coming. Felt like I got stabbed in the gut during econ today.â A pillow meets your tummy for comfort when you curl into a fetal position. Another pang of pain shoots through your abdomen, and you dig your head further into the plush of your pillows.
âDo you need me to pick anything else up?â Your friend asks you seriously, smoothing hands caressing your hip for comfort.
You reject the offer, already overwhelmed with gratitude for the ice cream. âMm-mm, Iâll be okay,â You groan before rounding up the strength to sit up. âYou go on ahead without me. Be safe, okay?â
She only smiles in response. Giving your hand a squeeze in reassurance, she gathers her things before stepping out for the night.
In her absence youâre suddenly reminded of the ice cream that needs to be put into the fridge. With a reluctant groan you begrudgingly get up to trudge to your freezer. Once the seemingly impossible task is completed, you decide itâs best to change out of your clothes and run a bath before your period actually hits.
Scratching at your stomach mindlessly, you lazily drag yourself to your dresser. After picking out a random mismatched set of pajamas, you open your underwear drawer. Better to use your uglier cotton panties just in case. Reaching to the back you have your plain black cotton panties in mind.
Reminiscent to the night of the party from a few days ago, your choice of underwear is nowhere to be found. âThe hell?â You mutter to yourself. Plucking away at the layers with confusion, you peer your head into the drawer to make sure youâre not going crazy.
Absolutely nothing. You rub at your temples to try and retrace your steps, recollecting the last time you had seen them. Realizing that it was the pair you were wearing before the party you went to three nights ago.
So how come it wasnât in your dirty pile the other day? You perk up at the thought of your baby blue panties as well. Thought bubbles pop around your head comically and the dots begin to align like stars.
Wait a goddamn minute.
You squint your eyes when it all comes together. Feeling like Albert Einstein himself, youâre exaggeratedly gasping at the conclusion. Everything dawns on you like a flick of a switch.
Someoneâs been stealing your fucking panties.
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Day 5 â
âWhy do you have a detective hat on?â Doyoung asks when you march over to him at his spot in the library. Quickly shrugging you off when he recoups his attention back to his assignment, you invade his personal bubble by bringing your face jarringly close to his. He tuts at your silliness, patience just the slightest bit slim with the impending doom of your approaching exams. Shoving your face back with his large palm he asks, âSeriously, you creep. What do you want?â
âOh, you know what I want,â You snide against his palm, pointing an accusing finger at him.
He rolls his feline eyes at you, forgetting how impossibly ridiculous you are at times. âI canât come over today. Even if I could, I donât think Iâm into this Agatha Christie roleplay thing youâve got going on.â
âAgatha Chrâ No, you fool!â You smack his wrist away before clicking your tongue at him. Squinting your eyes at the student next to you that shoots you a glare at your lack of tact. Lowering your voice an octave lower for him to hear, âGive me back my panties, you pervert!â You hiss.
Itâs Doyoungâs turn to forget about your guysâ current setting, a disgruntled âHUH?â booming across the quiet roomâ quickly followed by a chorus of shushes from other students. Heâs folding into himself in embarrassment before trying to figure you out. âWhat the hell are you on? Are you drunk right now?â
âOnly a little. But thatâs beside the point,â You deflect immediately, raising another pointed finger at him along with the closest thing to a threatening face. âBut I know you stole my panties, you perv.â
âDo you hear yourself right now? Like, do you actually hear what youâre accusing me of right now?â He completely turns towards you, hoping that you realize that youâre actually batshit insane. The black haired male is inhaling a deep breath before exhaling slowly, pinching the bridge of his nose before pandering you with an appeasing hand. âWhereâ no, how did you come to the conclusion that I stole your panties?â
You squint at his coyness. Steam begins to figuratively come out of your ears. Standing up straight, you cross your arms and pop your hip out sassily. âItâs elementary, my dear Doyoung.â
âOh, godââ
âShut up,â You cut him off. âHow could it not be you? Youâre the last person I fucked, and that was the day you brought the blindfold and whips and shit.â
He can only drop his face into his hands when the girl next to you sneers at your crudeness. Forcing the poor lad to suffer from both first and secondhand embarrassment. You continue to present your points to Doyoung like the absolute genius you were, âThus, whilst I was blindfolded. You took advantage of my vulnerability and stole at least two pairs of my panties. So cough âem up,â You puff your chest out in triumph, cornering your culprit into a resolute checkmate.
At least you think so. Until he retorts, âHow could I have found the time to steal your panties if I was fucking you the whole time?â All qualms have been thrown out of the window, and he stops caring about the girl nearby that most definitely hates you guys. âI took it off as soon as we were done because I had a club meeting, remember?â
Suddenly at a loss for words, you try to formulate an objection before he stops you from speaking again. âAnd out of all the guys that you fuck, Iâd like to think of myself as the most normal one. Yuta and Jaemin are weird,â He emphasizes. âJaemin is definitely a panty sniffer. Have you seen him when heâs with Jeno? He practically looks like one.â
Doyoungâs words strike a chord in you, and youâre suddenly brainstorming all of the possibilities that could lead to Jaemin being the panty napper. Though he hasnât been over for awhile, it is true that he had an all access pass to your underwear the other day at the dormitory laundromat. Tapping at your chin, you raise a skeptical eyebrow at your senior. âYou raise some points, dear Doyoung.â
Pulling out the detective pipe prop that you had bought online, you inhale deeply before looking deep into the horizon of the library. And Doyoung is wondering why heâs ever slept with you, even more so why heâs even friends with you. âI hope you know that youâre actually insane,â Muttering beneath his breath that panty stealing is so unsanitary.
You nod your head slowly in agreement, eyes closed as you take in the solemn atmosphere while you take a deep inhale of your fake pipe. Theatrically you blow out an imaginary puff of smoke. This mystery has just gotten much more intense. âLooks like youâre in the clear, Lee,â You conclude. Walking off, you flip your index and middle finger from your eyes to him with a suspicious glare. âYouâre still on thin ice, though. Iâm watching you.â
As Doyoung tries to respawn the remnants of his sanity, an evil light bulb goes off in your head. Pulling him by the arm heâs crying out in surprise when you drag him out of the library with you. âWhat the hell?!â He trips over his feet as you rush to the door. The girl next to him thanks high heavens as you two take your leave. âWhere are you taking me you psycho?!â
âLetâs find Jaemin, Watson!â You cheer as you take obnoxious steps down the corridor with Doyoung reluctantly following close. Squeezing his face in anguish, he reminds himself to cut you off as soon as possible.
He says this every time, but he never actually does.
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âNa!â You bellow from across the canteen, spotting the absurdly bright orange hair from tens of feet away. Your cries go completely unheard by the absolute hermit, making you huff in annoyance. Doyoung tries to reason with you to handle this professionally, but youâre already scurrying over to the other male.
Upon your arrival you notice the airpods that are lodged deep into his ears. Yoinking the one thatâs closest to you out, his eyes immediately dart between you and Doyoung in confusion. âCan I⊠help you?â He blinks, taking in your ridiculous attire. âAnd why are you wearing a detective hat?â
You tut disapprovingly, shaking your head with condescension. âYes, you can help me,â You reply before presenting him with the palm of your hand. âGive me my panties back, you perv.â
The younger male deadpans at you. âIâm sorry?â He blanks, making eye contact with Doyoung behind you. The latter male mouthing âI donât know,â with an exasperated expression, twirling his index fingers in circles by his head to mock at your insanity. âGive back your what now?â He repeats your question for clarification.
âMy panties,â You say slower for him, and heâs raising an unamused eyebrow at the way you berate him. âI know you took them when we were doing laundry the other day!â
Much like he always does, he speaks with his hands when annoyed. âSo youâre telling me that your underwear is missing,â He states slowly rather than asks. Upon your nod, he continues. âAnd now you think I took them. Did you physically see me taking them?â
âI mean, no, but,â You fumble between your words. âWho else could it have been? It wasnât Doyoung.â
Jaeminâs about to speak until a fourth party joins the conversation. A wild Jeno pops into the conversation, setting his lunch tray down before taking his spot next to Jaemin. âHey guysâ oh, hey itâs the detective hat you wore last Halloween,â Jeno points to the cap that sits on your head. âDo we have a mystery at hand?â
The other two males blink at him slowly. Disregarding Jenoâs nonchalant attitude, Jaemin is the first to point at you with his thumb. âSo apparently Nancy Drew over here lost her panties. Now sheâs interrogating us,â He explains to his best friend like youâre not even there.
Jeno merely nods in understanding before Jaemin continues. âSounds like to me someone just hasnât cleaned up their messy ass room,â He sings songs with a thrum of his fingers against the edge of the table.
âIt is pretty messy. You should really take out all of those water bottles,â Jeno adds, Doyoung wholeheartedly agreeing alongside them.
Huffing irritably, you shake your head. âIâm serious! Iâve looked everywhere and theyâre missing!â You whine. âPlus, you guys are the only ones who couldâve taken them.â
Jaemin rests his chin against the palm of his hand. âAre you sure it couldnât have been anyone else?â He asks boredly.
You nod. Still skeptical of the men who now sit in a single file line next to each other, Doyoung squeezed in between them like a sandwich as they try to treat him to snacks from their lunches. âNo one comes to mind,â You shake your head and cross your arms.
âHow about Haechan?â Jaemin suggests, and the table goes quiet. The three of you look at the orange haired male like heâs just committed treason, scandalized at the thought alone. âWhat? Why are you guys looking at me like that?â
âHaechan?!â You bawk at the accusation. âLee Donghyuck? No, no. Thereâs absolutely no way.â
âYeah, Jaemin. Haechanâs like, super cool.â Jeno butts in, and his best friend rolls his eyes at the lame defense. Doyoung agrees with a quiet nod, now intrigued with Jaeminâs pitch.
âIs it really that far off?â Jaemin continues curiously. âWe know the dudeâs into you. Plus he was also there during laundry day.â
âHe was also over at your house the other day, too,â Doyoung adds before an imperative thought hits him. âWait a second. Didnât you say that heâs been tutoring you? That means heâs been coming over often?â
Youâre glaring at the two, appalled that theyâd even think to accuse Haechan of all people. âYeah, he has. But heâs still the last person on earth that couldâve taken them!â
âI donât know about that,â Doyoung replies. âMark told me that heâs into some pretty weird stuff.â
Jeno furrows his eyebrows at that, still trying to serve as the angel on your shoulder. âWhat would he even do with the panties anyways? Itâs not likeââ When Jaemin places a sympathetic hand on his shoulder, Jenoâs mouth forms into an âo,â and immediately shuts his mouth. The other two nodding solemnly at the horrible visual that invades his mind.
You deflate at the thought, and the three boys are looking at you inquisitively. Suddenly just as invested in the mystery as you are. When you come back to your senses, you square up to the three who are sitting across from you. Glaring particularly at the black and orange haired ones with curious smiles.
âSo,â You conclude with a dramatic sigh. âYou swear on everything that itâs not you two.â
âNo shit itâs not me,â Doyoung quips.
âNo shit, Sherlock,â Jaemin tops with an evil grin, earning two handshakes from the other two men. Jeno looks at him with a look of absolute admiration, a small âbroâ escaping his lips as they join hands in solidarity. âPlus, why would I wanna sniff your panties? I could just get it straight from the source,â He wiggles his eyebrows at you flirtatiously.
After a well deserved whack has been delivered, you take their words into consideration. Could your sweet, soft spoken, and quiet Haechan really be the panty thief?
Worst of allâ if it is him, how would you even react?
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Day 9 â
Days have passed since the groupâs epiphany, and youâve been anything but calm. The days until your finals are quickly dwindling, and you have to gear up if you want to maintain your GPA.
That involves interacting with Haechan. Quite closely, might you add. The past few sessions have you calculating his every move like a hawk. Taking great care to constantly check your inventory of panties, watching him to make sure he actually goes to the bathroomâ even going as far to look through his backpack when he leaves it unattended.
Despite your efforts, nothing comes to fruition. Everything remains the same, mundane. While you feel guilty for being so skeptical of Haechan, you just donât have it in you to confront him like you had the other two.
Still, the fact that no panties have gone missing is suspicious in itself. So conveniently as well. A flurry of routes cloud your mind, pondering which one to take in order to get to the bottom of this case. Do you press Haechan? Maybe raid Jaemin and Doyoungâs apartments to see if they were lying? No, you trust them more than that. Shit, maybe it was Jeno? No, get a grip, that doesnât even make any sense.
Absent-mindedly twirling your pen in your hand, you think about how much you miss your baby blue panties. Whoever the creep that took your panties is, whether itâs Haechan or not, they better be taking great care of them.
At a particularly exhausted sigh, Haechan calls your name softly from his spot next to you. When you bring your attention back to him, youâre met with a small smile. Waving long fingers in front of your face to bring you back. âDonât space out on me now. You still have a few problems left,â He cheekily grins.
âI definitely have some problems,â You mutter under your breath. He only laughs at the comment, taking it as reluctance to do homework rather than the nuanced meaning that lies underneath. His laugh is sweet, breathy with the tiniest wheezes in between. It has your heart tied up in conflict, causing you to worry your lip in between your teeth.
The past few sessions have had him gaining a bit of confidence lately. The constant exposure makes him more comfortable in your presence. Unabashedly getting physically closer to you, initiating conversations, even teasing you when you have a hard time solving a problem.
You canât say you arenât fond of itâ in any other circumstance youâd be over the moon, wanting to get closer to your tutor for a long time now.
But that nagging feeling is eating away at you, a particular gut feeling that you didnât get when halfheartedly interrogating your two friends. How could you just shamelessly accuse Haechan without any concrete evidence, much less when heâs done nothing but treat you so well?
Youâre trying to finish the rest of your work but youâre way too distracted by Haechan. His bigger hand lays on the table next to yours, and you can physically see the way it wants to outstretch and touch you. Legs that are snug in his black jeans are bobbing up and down to maintain poise. Side eyeing him in your peripheral, you find that heâs lost in a world of his own.
The elephant in the room needs to be addressed. The silence you were once able to endure now becomes unbearable. Unable to put up with this any longer, you let your instinct win.
Placing a hand on top of his, you rip him out of his daze. He forgoed the glasses for the session, setting them down next to him in order to rest his eyes. Pretty irises are on full display, the light that permeates from your windows reflecting them and coating them honey brown. A lovely mole that youâve never seen before rests on the apple of his cheek now that itâs not obscured by the thick frames. He really is a dream, you come to realize.
âHaechan?â You call to him with curiosity.
His attention flits between your face and the hand thatâs holding his, and if you knew any better youâd say he was malfunctioning. âYeah?â He responds with as much control as he can, a throbbing still evident in his tone.
You bring your face impossibly close to his, trying to assess him. His shoulders curl in just a tad, feeling your breath fan against his face in slow exhales. The more you lean into him the more he feels like heâs about to be devoured whole, fangs ready to engulf him at any given moment.
Cocking your head at him ever so slightly, you ask: âWhatâs your favorite color?â
Itâs the most innocent question ever, but between the two of you, your intentions are obvious. Golden skin goes pale at your inquiry, and heâs snatching his hand back from beneath yours.
"Well?â
âIââ
He squeaks when you cage him against the table, blocking any exits. A thin sheen of sweat coats his hairline. Hands are grasping at air as he realizes the situation heâs really in.
Youâve found him out.
If you were to move even a centimeter closer, the two of your lips would graze against one another. And he absolutely hates himself, the way the trepidation shoots a rush of blood straight to his cock. He prays to any higher being that you donât look down, hoping you donât find out how pathetic he really is.
âCâmon Haechannie,â You tilt your head, angling your lips adjacent to his. So close yet too far for him, too ethereal for him to touch. A hand trails up his neck, fingernail dipping just a bit too deep into every mole it stops at. âTell me? Whatâs your favorite color?â
Heâs gasping when the thumb of your hand presses in the crook of his jaw, thrown for a loop by your forcefulness. âBlack..,â He answers feebly, eyes squeezing shut.
You hum in response, nodding your head in satisfaction. âHow about blue?â
âI.. I like blue.â
One look into his eyes is all you need. The swirling guilt drenched in self loathing, the way his lip quivers under your condemning stare. He doesn't need to say anything, the humiliating beads of sweat that run down his temple speaks multitudes.
Checkmate, you think to yourself. A sly smile adorning your features.
You wonder why you arenât pissed off, why you donât chastise him for his obvious wrongdoings.
It almost feels like a game to you, knowing that youâre so close to your destination yet still not close enough.
You want to catch him in the act, like a game of cat and mouse. You wanted to see him crumble beneath you as he begs for mercy. If he likes you as much as everyone says he does, then of course heâd do it for you. When the realization that Haechan really is your panty thief hits, you shudder at the fact that youâre not upset at all. In fact, youâre flattered.
Letting your bottom lips graze over his own in something thatâs barely a touch, he gasps in his seat. His hands are gripping onto the armrests for dear life as he tightens into himself, fearing for his life on what youâre about to do.
Haechanâs eyes open once again, only to be met by your half lidded stare, looking right through his very being. And just when he thinks youâre about to seal your lips against his, you pull away. Standing up straight and giving him the distance he most definitely doesnât want.
When you look down at him with mirth, heâs at a loss for words. Just when heâs about to ask you what just happened, you interrupt him. âLetâs call it here today, yeah?â
âBut, we have a few more problems to go,â He protests, not knowing exactly what he wants but knowing that itâs even more of what just occurred.
You shrug in response, âI can handle the rest of them myself. You just head home, okay?â
Itâs not until heâs about to get up from his seat that he sees that your eyes are locked onto his very prominent erection. Folding his hands to shield himself from further humiliation, he scrambles away before quickly packing his things. Nodding his head with blushed skin all the way up to his ears, he scampers out your door without so much as a goodbye.
Left to your own devices, you let out a laugh you were fighting hard to keep in when the door slams shut. Pulling out his glasses that you so carefully swiped when you had him cornered, excitement brews in your stomach. The circular brims gleam back at you, so well kept. Surely heâll be needing these, right?
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Day 10 â
A little less than twenty four hours have passed since your stunt with Haechan yesterday. Despite the apparent absence of his glasses, he still hasnât contacted you or even bothered to come back for them. It didn't matter though, it made things even easier for you. Your operation was now set in motion.
When you reach Haechanâs apartment, you revel in the fact that your predictions were right on the dot. With a rhythmic knock against the door, youâre met with his roommate Mark. Clad in a white t-shirt and really baggy shorts, you assume that he just woke up. A pierced eyebrow furrows at you in confusion at your unannounced appearance. âOh, hey? Didnât know you were stopping by. I thought that Haechan usually goes to you,â He drawls slowly, rubbing the back of his neck.
You wave him off casually, shaking your head to ward off any doubts he has. âHe forgot something at my place,â You shuffle through your bag to pull out the glasses, and he nods with his mouth in the shape of an âo.â âCould I come in to drop them off? Iâll be quick.â
Itâs then that thereâs a sudden shift in Markâs demeanor, probably waking up all the way at your request. Heâs a bit frazzled, looking behind him before snapping his head back at you. âOh! Yeah, about that... I could take them off your hands! Iâll let him know you stopped by,â He tries to pluck the glasses from you before you swipe them away.
âIs he not home?â You ask with faux curiosity, hoping that the male realizes that you see Haechanâs go-to pair of shoes visible at the entrance. âIf not, I can just come back,â You give him a lopsided smile.
For as long as youâve known Mark, despite how little information you actually had, you knew that the dude was absolute dog shit at lying. When youâre about to turn your back and take your leave he calls for you. âItâs not that! Itâs justâ heâs really busy, yâknow?â
âReally? Then Iâll be in and out,â The subtle euphemism doesnât fly over his head as his jaw drops open, ears turning pink at how bold you are.
You come to realize that Mark and Haechan are two peas in a pod, because Mark is spluttering over his words as you stalk closer. Fight or flight races through his veins when you try to break past the barrier, and he really has the audacity to try and slam the door shut on you. Luckily you wore a thick pair of sneakers today, shoving a foot in the crevice of the frame before he can close it all the way.
Big eyes are bulging out at you as you let yourself in, giving him a respectful nod before passing him up. You take in the setting of their apartment. Itâs cute, very boyish and full of instruments and video game consoles. Taking a look back at Mark who is still at a loss for words, he can only muster out: âYouâre insane.â
Giving him a light shrug in response, you make yourself at home when you kick off your shoes. Markâs behind you trying to stop you, arms flailing exasperatedly in hopes of trying to get you to stop. Calling out your name the further you walk into the apartment. âThis is seriously an invasion of privacy, man.â
âI told you Iâll be quick,â You pout at him. âItâs really important that Iâm the one that gives it to him.â
âThen do it later!â He snaps, uncharacteristically upset at your stubbornness. âYou really donât want to go in there right now.â
âWhatâs your problem? I just want to see him,â You snap at him.
âItâs because itâs not a good tââ
Right when he grabs the crook of your arm to pull you back, a sound reverbs down the expanse of their halls.
Your ears perk up to take in one of the softest, most delicate moans youâve ever heard in your life. So whiny and needy but with such a raspy timbre.
When you look back at Mark to make sure you werenât imagining things, heâs already scrunching his face in embarrassment. Letting you go he holds his hands up defeatedly. âI told you,â He groans while rubbing his face. âNowâs not a good time.â
His words donât stop you one bit. Sealing your fate as you walk down the corridor to reach his room. Markâs already given up, shaking his head.
Face to face with Haechanâs door, you can hear more of the soft moans that leave his lips. Whatever happens next, you decide the least you could do is be courteous. âHey, Mark?â
âYeah?â
âMight wanna take a walk,â You wink at him before placing your hand on the door handle. The last thing you see before pulling the handlebar down is Mark gagging dramatically, leaving the vicinity just as you told him.
Pushing the door open without a creak, youâre met with a jaw dropping visual.
Haechan sat up against his bed frame, eyes shut tight and face scrunched up in his ministrations. Too lost in his pleasure to even notice you at the frame of his door, hand bobbing up and down against a lubed up cock. And right in the palm of his hand to aid in his perverse actsâ
âthose baby blue panties.
âYou actual sicko,â You laugh incredulously.
Eyes are snapping open to make out your silhouette at the door. In your presence his ears blare with radio static, darting at each and every corner of his room to plot an escape. Tossing the panties to some forgotten corner he tries to protect his decency, asking every single higher being out there why his dick is getting harder rather than deflating.
Sweat is falling down the sides of his temples at an alarming rate. Pulling his briefs back up heâs quivering with every step you take towards him, your bag long forgotten as you toss it down. âI⊠I can explain,â Haechan sputters, his feet getting caught between the comforters as he scooches back into the corner of his bed.
âExplain what?â You scoff before trapping him against the wall his bed lays against, straddling his lap to make sure he has absolutely no way to leave. âThat youâre a sick panty perv? That youâve been using my dirty panties to get off?â
Tears are pricking at the edges of his eyes, and you coo at the sight. âYou have the other ones, right?â Trailing a hand through his hair, shushing his quickly quivering cries to calm him down. âWhere are they, Haechannie?â
Unable to handle the shame, he raises a pathetic finger towards the top drawer of his night stand. You look at him with an amused smirk. âNot the most discreet about it, are you?â
Quickly looping an index finger around the handle, you obnoxiously force the drawer to slide open. The booming noise caused Haechan to cower, and youâre absolutely astonished at the sight. âHoly shit, Haechan.â
His apologies come in erratic waves, but you couldnât even begin to fathom the amount of panties that rest in the drawer. Black cotton, emerald green lace, a whole lingerie set that you'd only worn once⊠âI didnât even know I was missing these ones,â You lift a red cheeky up like a fish out of water, stretching the material between your hands to let it bask in the light from his ceiling fan. âWhat is that⊠Oh my god.â
When he tries to cover his face with his hands, youâre quick to rip them away with a grab at his wrist. Shoving the material in his face, beyond crazed at his reactions. âYouâve been cumming in my panties?
âIâm sorry!â He cries, tears now falling freely at the way youâre tutting at him disapprovingly. If you yelled at him, screamed at him, called him the most vile of namesâ heâs sure that he would be fine. But, the idea of being the subject of your hatred, it causes his stomach to flip in anguish. Regretting every decision heâs made, stealing each piece with stealth when you werenât looking.
How couldnât he? Itâs your fault that your hamper was so close to your bedroom door. Itâs your fault that you were so oblivious to your surroundings, panties always left so carelessly for the taking. And itâs most definitely your fault that your smell was so alluring, unable to help himself each time he inhaled your heady scent.
He canât regret it, reminiscing every time he fucked your worn panties against his cock. The way that the fresher panties would still be slick with your wetness, the fabric sliding along the expanse of his length so languidly.
You click your tongue, in awe at the way he still has the audacity to rut against your crotch that lays on top of his groin. âAnd here I thought you were my sweet boy.â
âI am!â He argues, wiping his tears sweetly with the backs of his hands. âI do it because I like you!â
Youâd be a liar if you said that the sudden confession didnât have your heart tightening, rough exterior softening just the tiniest bit at how sickeningly adorable he is. âYou like me?â You hum, grazing the drying tears that leave his cheeks a deeper golden.
Heâs nodding with vigor. âSo, so much.â And when you free his hands they immediately seek purchase at your hips.
Placing your hands atop his, you close the gap between your faces. Noses barely grazing against each other, lips only a breath away. Heâs taking in everything, the scent of you everywhere and invading his every sense. He wishes he could pinch himself, being under you like this has been a dream of his for a long time.
âDoes that mean youâll do what I tell you to do?â Your eyelashes are batting against his forehead when you angle into him.
Another nod.
âAnything?â
You feel the way he trembles beneath you, but the glazed and cloudy look in his eyes lets you know this is the most sure heâs ever been. âAnything.â
At his answer, you shove him into the mattress. âThen lay down,â You command before climbing up the expanse of his body, pushing his shirt up to reveal gorgeous skin. Tufts of brown hair fluffily framing his face when you throw the material behind you. His mouth is slightly agape when you strip yourself of your own clothesâ the meat of your legs so appetizing as you unbutton your jeans.
The both of you left in just your underwear, you tilt your head at him when he tries to find the words. âYouâre so prettyâŠâ Cheeks blazing when your nails trail up his chest.
âNot as pretty as you,â You lilt, trailing down his body, kissing at every destination you meet. That same sweet moan permeates against your ears, and you shudder at the wetness that pools between your thighs.
When youâre met with the tent of his underwear, you grin up at him. The way he eagerly anticipates your next move has you feeling extra mischievous. After all, you couldnât let him off the hook that easily.
Your nose grazes the fabric that covers his member, nuzzling into it deeply. Gasping at the contact, he bucks into your face. âYou do this because you like me, right?â You lick against the material, creating a damp spot against the material.
âWhat do you mean?â He gasps, when you tongue at him with greed.
Plucking at the waistband, you let it slap against the skin. âYou know,â You hum. âUse my panties.â When he doesnât respond you take the reins, inhaling the scent of his damp underwear, bottom lip popping against the bulge. Eyes rolling to the back of your head at the lewdness of the whole situation. âI guess I like you too, then.â
Itâs too much for Haechan. Your teasing, the way heâs so close to having you, and now the reciprocation of his feelings. Heâs reelingâ ready to do anything for you at your beck and call.
âBut I still have to punish you, you pervert.â
And even if everything comes crashing down, even if you treat him like the scum at the bottom of your shoe, heâs still willing to do it all.
âGet up,â You stand up and bring him along with you, dragging him with alarming ease before shoving him by the shoulders. âKneel.â
Just like a dog, he does so with obedience. Doting gaze staring up at you, eager for your next command. You smile down at him before turning your back, unclasping your bra before disposing of it next to where heâs sat. Peering at him over your shoulder, you see that heâs staring at the black push up bra so fondly before looking up at the expanse of your body, left in nothing but your panties.
The angle from where he kneels has you looking like a goddess. Bare back cascading into the length of your lustrous looking legs, and the most beautiful matching black lace panties hugging your ass cheeks so nicely. He doesnât even notice the trail of drool that falls down his lips.
You saunter back to his bed, taking a seat at the edge before crossing your legs. Breasts now on display for him, so close yet so far away. Wanting nothing more than to get up and have a touch for himselfâ but he knows better, heâs your good boy. Your foot meets the bottom of his chin before lifting it up, allowing for your eyes to meet. âDid you really think you could get away with this?â
When he shakes his head, you click your teeth. âDonât lie to me. You probably thought you were so smart, right?â
âIâmâŠâ
âYouâre what?â You say before the foot thatâs at his chin travels down to his chest, kicking him down with only enough force so he topples onto his bottom. âSorry? That doesnât answer my fucking question, Haechan. Do you think Iâm dumb?â
âN-no!â Fear broils in his system when you bring a foot to his erection, stepping lightly against his member at his feeble responses. âYouâre not dumb! I just thought you wouldnât notice,â He whines at the weight thatâs being laid onto his cock.
He winces in a worrying mix of both pain and pleasure, jutting his hips up into your touch rather than running away. At his rutting you let out a noise thatâs in between a laugh and a scoff, amazed at how pathetically desperate he is for you. Pressing down even harsher, rubbing your sole against what you feel is the shaft.
âGod, youâre so embarrassing,â You guffaw at the way he squeaks beneath you. âAre you that much of a freak? Canât get a girl the normal way so you have to fuck her panties instead?â
It is embarrassing. He wishes he could crawl into a hole when your insults cause his cum to spurt in his underwear. Your voice was too much on its own, his lower half now feeling unbearably hot and sticky under the confines of his boxers. You realize what happens quickly, the way his legs spasm and the mouse-like moan that reaches the furthest parts of the room.
Lee Haechan is absolutely amazing. Everything you expected and even more, the epitome of your fantasies. The fucked out expression he gives you is beyond pornographic, and you practically feel the stickiness that emits from his boxer briefs. âNo fucking way you just came from getting stepped on,â You mock him, retreating your foot with a feigned look of disgust.
âIâm sorry,â He apologizes for the umpteenth time. Tired of hearing the excuse you stand up and grab the back of his head roughly. Forcing your positions and turning the two of you around so his neck is now painfully craning against the edge of his bed. âWhat do I have to do for you to forgive me?â He begs.
âI can think of a few things,â You croon at him, left hand still lodged into his locks while the right aids you in stripping yourself of your panties. His eyes trail towards the fabric that makes its way down your thighs, widening when you dispose of them onto his sheets. Heâs in awe when your pussy meets his view, glistening folds already wetâ for him, because of him. âYouâll be my sweet boy and eat me out, right?â
You really didnât have to ask him twice, tongue already out as you lower your cunt onto his waiting lips. A sigh escapes the both of you when your lips meet his awaiting muscle, immediately darting for your clit to stimulate you.
âA-ah, youâre eager arenât you?â A moan escaping you when he hums in response, spreading your folds eagerly. You steady your hold with a hand in his hair and the other gripping his sheets. Grinding against him to navigate where you want him most. âFuck, right there.â
Heâs greedily taking you in. The scent that heâs only been able to experience offhandedly is now being reaped at the source. He wouldnât tell you that he heard your entire conversation with the boys the other day. Jaemin be damnedâ heâll make sure that youâll want him and only him, heâll be your only sweet boy. The spout of jealousy at the memories of the others has him digging himself into you even deeper, nose bumping into the hood of your clit as his tongue laps against your entrance. The tip is able to break inside, pussy juice tasting like an absolute delicacy he wishes to get drunk off of forever.
âI love how you taste,â He groans against you, and your knees are buckling before your chest topples over onto the bed. Wiggling your hips into him, a particular flick of his tongue has you heaving in delight. âReal thing is so much better,â He practically sings.
âHaechann,â You whine, your climax coming in quick. Despite his antics he was amazing with his tongue. Incoherent thoughts flash through your mind, wondering why the hell you havenât done this sooner. âYouâre so good at this.â
He relishes in the way you moan his name and your praises, seeking to please even further as he reaches the furthest parts of you with the pink muscle. Tongue darting in and out mimicking the motions of sex, a hand coming up to flick your clit in figure eights. Unable to hold yourself back any longer, you scream his name before cumming all over his jaw.
Falling slack into the bed, you look back at Haechan whoâs maneuvered his way from between your thighs. âFuck, Haechan.â
âDid I do okay?â He asks you with big eyes, lip slightly pouted as he licks the remnants of your cum that shines against his chin.
âDid absolutely amazing, baby,â Taking a seat at the edge of the bed, youâre pulling him in by the waistband of his boxers. Grabbing his bicep before pushing him down the bed quickly. Desperate for more, you get to work on his boxers. Ripping them down his legs to reveal a half chubbed up cock thatâs resting in a puddle of his own cum. Before tossing them you make sure to take in a deep inhale of the material, scent of cum so potent that it has you yearning for more.
Haechan moans at the sight, bursting in adoration at your sign of affection. You really did like him, and you accepted him for who he is.
The underwear is quickly forgotten however when your objective subverts to his member. âYou made such a mess,â You tease when you bring your hand to bob up and down the member, wanting to poke fun at him. âIs this really the biggest you can get?â
He sits himself up with his elbows, face flushed red at the accusation. âOf course not! You just made me cum a few minutes ago,â He groans, eyebrows are creasing in a mix of pleasure and offense. âItâll go back up, I promise,â He defends himself with a whining lilt to his voice.
âIt better,â You lick up a bit of the cum that sits at the tip, collecting it in your mouth. He really came so much, droplets sticking from his shaft all the way to the bottom of his tummy. âHow am I supposed to cum on your cock if this is all you have to offer?â
Whether itâs out of spite or an unadulterated amount of lust, his cock grows with every pump of your hand. Springing back to life quickly at your touch, cum aiding as a lubricant to pleasure him earnestly. âI promise Iâll make you cum. Iâll be such a good boy for you, fuck you so well. I promisââ
You cut him off with an abrupt kiss, your lips connecting for the first time. Though heâs imagined your lips for the first time one too many times, it usually took place after a nice first date, or when the tensions in a romantic moment are highâ but this one is domineering and unforgiving. Tasting his own cum from your lips as you exchange it for yours, the taste of your pussy still fresh on his tongue.
Spitting the remaining cum that you had collected from his crotch into his mouth, heâs moaning when you shove your tongue deep down his throat. A mixture of nasty liquids coagulating as your wet muscles weave against one another. Stabilizing him in place with a hand to his throat to make sure he knows whoâs in charge, you inhale every gasp he emits.
After a harsh bite and suckle against his bottom lip, you separate with an obnoxious pop. Haechan lays below you absolutely frenzied, hair splayed out in all directions with plump lips beyond swollen. âGood boy,â You praise him breathily, only to be met with loving and fucked out eyes. âGonna fuck you now.â
A hand reaches out to touch the side of his face dotingly, trailing down as you align his cock with your entrance. Chests are heaving quickly against one another in anticipation, gazes unable to falter as you tease his tip against your hole. He whines your name so softly with every tease, letting it slap against your clit just when he thinks youâre about to put it in. âPlease fuck me, please,â He begs for mercy.
âBeg a little harder for me, baby,â You coo at him. The eager male much too beautiful to resist when heâs in this state, youâre sure you could get drunk on the visual alone.
âI need your pussy,â Haechan whines. âNeed it so bad I might actually go crazy. Like you so, so much. Please, please, please give me your pussy,â He cries before you finally sit back on his desperate cock, spasming as your walls encapsulate him.
Length hitting your g-spot with alarming precision, your eyes are bursting wide open at how surprisingly thick he is. âMy fucking god, Haechan,â You cry, adjusting to the length with experimental bobs of your hips, letting it reach midway before dropping your ass back down. âFeel so good for me.â
Planting his feet into the bed, he tries to assist you by meeting you halfway, trying to thrust up into your core. You couldnât have that though, hands immediately trailing back and planting on the tops of his knees. With a rough push you put him down, making him your fuckdoll for the taking. âLet me help you!â He shouts, struggling against the grip you have when you lean back to support your weight. âWant to fuck you, please.â
Despite his pleas he canât help but be entranced at the way you adjust your position, feet planting at either side of him when you now use the strength of your own calves to bounce up and down on him. Core on full show, everything from your clit to folds exposed for his eyes. Wet pussy taking in every inch eagerly as it sucks him up, so wet that a thick layer of arousal leaves his cock shining.
As much as you adore his whines and even more so the way his cock reaches your sweetest spots, the incoherent babbling begins to annoy you. Too many âpleaseâsâ and âwanna fuck youâsâ cramping your mood as you just want to fuck him until he knows no words but your name.
When your eyes find the black panties that lay next to his head, a light bulb goes off. Grasping at the piece you immediately shove it into his mouth mid-moan, grinning like a mad woman at your work when muffled cries escape him. âBe a good boy and shut up for me,â You laugh before riding him with much more vigor. âDonât look at me like that, you love having my panties down your throat.â
Fucking down into him so harshly that the slaps resound around the room, all that can be heard are his wistful moans. When his tip kisses a particularly sweet spot deep inside of you, you cry out in bliss as you change the trajectory of your bouncing, seeking to find it with accuracy.
When your hands trail down to his tummy, you donât miss the way it tightens wantonly. âAre you about to cum again? Already?â You emphasize with a particular squeeze of your cunt, causing him to squeal against the material, coughing up when it blocks his airway. You wouldnât know how thankful he is though, the way his tongue licks around what he can. Sticky arousal is still potent on the fabric as his senses are overloaded with you. âYouâre so bad at this, Haechan.â
He looks at you with worried eyes, and youâre flattered at his sweet concern. Parting the hair that sticks to his forehead and flipping it back, you kiss against each beauty mark of his with mirth. âItâs okay. You can cum in me, sweet boy.â
Straightening your back out you bring your middle and ring finger to your clit, circling in a clockwise motion to chase your high. Your own moans overpowering Haechanâs as the girth of his cock drags against your walls deliciously. Crying out his name like a mantra when your thighs begin to ache from the work youâre exerting, the burn adding to the pleasure.
Taking some mercy on the poor male, you rip the panties out of his mouth. With an exasperated gasp, he coughs out something along the lines of your name. Noticing that tears have begun to fall again, you fall against his chest to lick the salty liquid up.
âSuch a crybaby,â You mock him, letting him thrust up into you as he is now fucked beyond control. Brain full of thoughts of nothing but your tight pussy and beautiful gaze.
âY-your crybaby,â Haechan pleads, seeking the validation he needs so badly from you. Eyes that are swirling with a mixture of emotions, he hopes that someday youâll want to be his as much as heâs yours. âI promise Iâll do whatever you want, fuck you better than anyone else. Please let me be your fuck toy,â He begs, wanting to steal you away from anyone whoâs ever had you.
You hum at his proposal, beyond satisfied with him more than anyone else. âItâs okay, cum for me now,â You give him permission, giving him a chaste kiss against his lips. Whispering into his ear, âYouâre mine now, sweet boy.â
Ass cheeks are clenching when he thrusts up into you one last time, the hilt of his cock meeting your pussy balls deep. The angelic mewls are like a song. You throw your head back in euphoria when he spills into you, emptying his balls to paint your insides just like the countless panties heâs violated.
When he thinks heâs been granted his greatest wish, you remind him that youâre the one who holds all of the power.
Still seeking your own high, you dig your thumbs into the sides of his waist for stability. Bouncing much faster, ignoring the pain that surges and the sweat that forms down your back. Heâs crying as he doesnât know if the overstimulation is too much for him or not, âW-wait!â His cock tightening impossibly as you milk every last drop with greed. âToo much!â He screams, his cum forming at the hilt as it spills out of you with every bounce.
When he tries to grab at your ass to stop you, you lightly slap his jaw, enough force into your fingers to make him look the other way. âYou arenât in charge,â You moan, orgasm merely centimeters away. âYou will never be in charge. You understand?â
When he bobs his head at your commands, he screeches when you grind into him. Clit now rubbing against his groin as he reaches the deepest parts of you, much further than any angle before. With a cry of his name you topple over, cum coating his cock.
Youâre sure your ears are deceiving you, but you swear he just told you that he loved you. Hugging you close when you topple over and plant your full weight onto him. Both gasping desperately for air, he takes the opportunity to smooch you messily. Room pungent with the smell of sweat and sex, you return the affection with a shower of kisses along his face.
âEveryone told me that youâre a pillow princess,â Haechan sighs, nuzzling his forehead against yours as he rolls you to the side, long fingers grabbing your hips to squish the flesh. âDidnât think that you were a fucking monster.â
âOnly for you,â You reply, eyes closing as the soreness in your legs begin to settle in. Fuck it, it was worth it. Youâll regret it tomorrow. âYouâre just too cute.â
He grins happily at the special treatment, but quickly frowns at the realization. âWait, you said that Iâll never be in charge. Does that mean Iâll never get to be on top?â
âOf course you can,â You roll your eyes. âRiding dick is hard work. Thatâs what makes you so special,â A kiss is delivered to his eyelid. âIâm willing to do some cardio for you. Youâll still do what I tell you when I tell you, though,â Making sure to add the stipulation.
Cuddling into you lovingly, heâs beyond the moon. Despite what it took to get in this position, heâs only half guilty because of his crimes. You arenât aware of the thoughts that swirl through his headâ does that mean he doesnât have to steal your panties anymore? Can he just ask for them? Will you stop seeing your other friends?
He opts to not ask these questions now, taking what he can get with gratitude. Willing to work his way up to your heart, heâll demolish all competition by catering to your every need.
Suddenly heâs ripped out of his thoughts when you pinch harshly at his nipple, going as far as twisting the bud painfully. âOw! What the hell?!â
The sex crazed cloudiness has left your eyes, now replaced with an abnormal sharpness. Brought back to earth now that your horniness has been satiated, you remember clearly why you were here in the first place.
âGive me back my panties, you perv!â
He squints his eyes at you ridiculously, and you challenge him with your own intimidating stare, and he immediately backs down. Thatâs another thing your friends had made clear on multiple occasions.
You were insane.
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Epilogue
âSo it was you,â Jaemin tuts at Haechan from across the table. âIâm not gonna lie, I kinda just pulled that out of my ass so sheâd get off of our backs.â
The brunette resists the urge to throw his lunch straight at the otherâs face. Even if Jaemin was a snitch, it was because of him that Haechan is now where heâs at with you. âYou fucking suck, Jaemin.â
âHey, you do what you gotta do. You know how she is,â Jaemin wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, Mark spreading your rendezvous around like wildfire. Coming home to a terrorized household sprawled with panties and disorganized furniture. âIâm guessing she took them back?â
Haechan nods in response, deflating a little bit. The two of you had been fucking quite often since the ordeal, but admittedly the chase added onto the tension. Getting flashbacks of how you threw him around, shivers run up his spine at the thought.
So when he catches you walking with your friend across the hall, his heart swells at the memory. When your eyes meet, he looks past Jaemin and waves with so much energy those same dopey glasses slide down his bridge, causing you to giggle into your hand.
âGod, youâre a simp,â Jaemin cuts in, earning a glare from him. âWell, I donât blame you. Looks like youâve been able to tame the beast.â
Haechan hums at the comment in confusion, âWhat?â
âShe hasnât been seeing any of us like that ever since you guys started fucking,â Jaemin tilts his head disappointedly. âItâs a shame, really. Her pussy goes crazy. But hey,â He shrugs. âI wish you guys the best of luck.â
âShe what?â Haechan is unable to form a coherent thought when it comes to you, the realization hitting him like a truck.
Jaemin finishes his lunch and takes his leave, plopping an insouciant pat on Haechanâs shoulder to bid him goodbye.
The words have Haechan beyond elated, feeling like he might have heart palpitations if he didnât pace his breathing. Grasping at his shirt he plants his head against the table, not wanting you to see him in the midst of his malfunctioning. When he looks back up, he sees you scurrying over with the biggest smile, calling his name with glee.
Like a dream, he hopes these moments never end. Sneaking his hand in his pockets as you take the seat where Jaemin originally was in, he shoves them in as deep as possible as he tries to maintain his cool.
The lace that tangles around his fingers feels scandalous, fisting it in his pockets to keep himself from looking suspicious. Stealing this particular pair from your dirty pile when you were asleep next to him the other night. He prays that he doesnât get caught, much too in love when you tilt your head so prettily at him. Not wanting to ruin everything that heâs built up until now.
But god, you were so amazing when you punished him.
It wouldnât hurt if you caught him again, right?
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author's note: i swear i don't have a thing for feet, i swear.
legit one of my favorite haechan smuts of all time⊠i was looking for it not too long ago but couldnât find it anywhere. i thought it was gone foreverâŠ. anywaysssss gonna go read this for the millionth time!
summary. haechan gets hurt but you know that with him itâs not going to be as simple as putting a band-aid on it
pairings. haechan x reader (f)
genre. fluff, crack? friends to lovers??
word count. 1.64k
warnings. mentions of blood, a creepy man stares at reader
notes. me finding hello kitty bandaids in a store and buying them sparked this idea so :D like and reblog if you enjoy this !!
masterlist
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your dear friend is one stubborn person. one who seeks excitement wherever he can find it and likes to find things out the hard way. in this case being, falling off of a skateboard. you told him to not ride too fast and to not go down the small pavement hill, and what did he do? go down the hill riding too fast. the hill had caused him to accelerate unwillingly and him not being able to stop himself before he collided with the ground.
you gasped at the scene from the bench that was a bit of a distance between you and haechan, who is lying still in the grass. heâs not dead, just lying face down suffering from embarrassment and moaning in pain.
you let out a big sigh, grabbing all of yours and his belongings before crouching down next to the limp body.
you carefully reach out your hand to place on his back. âhaechanâŠâ
he flinched at your presence, turning over slowly. âno go away, let me lie in my own embarrassment and pain alone.â he breathes out. his eyes are shut tightly as he holds his hip and his knees brought to his chest.
you roll your eyes at him, shoving his hand away to take a close look at his knee. âyouâre a drama queen, you know that?â
his knee suffered the most from the fall, his hip for sure will have a bruise tomorrow.
you wince at the blood, the . âyouâre bleeding haechan, we have to get back to the bench so i can clean it up.â you inform him.
he shakes his head, bringing his forearm to cover his face. âno, just leave me here to bleed out.â
you scoff, shaking your head before you take the arm that hides his face and pulling him up to his feet.
âshit,â he curses.
you allow him to use you for support as you both struggle to make your way back to the park bench. he sits himself down and finally glances at his knee.
his eyes bulge out at the bloody sheet on his knee. âew, oh my god, thatâs a lot of blood.â
you nod, âitâs not too bad, thank goodness. stay here iâm going to run to the convenience store and get stuff to clean it up.â and youâre gone before he can argue, leaving him alone with a bloody knee and an aching hip.
a certain box is quickly in your hands as you smirk to yourself. grabbing a few other things before making your way to pay for it.
âhey squirrel, did you see how i fell? was it embarrassing?â haechan speaks to the small animal that is munching on something next to his feet. the squirrel doesnât react in any way, obviously. and he wonders to himself why he doesnât listen to you, knowing youâre always right. why did he itch to go down that stupid hill and tumble to his doom. in front of you.
âlook at all this blood. can you believe i fell in front of the girl i like.â he speaks again, but more like to himself as he stares at the gash on his knee and the drop of blood trickling down his leg.
you and him are close friends. first meeting each other at the movie theater when a few studio ghibli movies were showing. you ripped his ticket up in your cute work uniform behind the counter, making small conversation and telling him that spirited away was your favorite movie and telling him to enjoy the film.
and he enjoyed the film, even coming back out the theater room and finding you in the same spot you both met earlier. you were a quiet character, not much of a talker but just because you didnât really have much to say but you loved listening. you love and care for people in your own way, something he admires and loves about you. to strangers you may seem closed off but when you grow comfortable with someone youâre very high spirited.
he hears footsteps running quickly to his side, the squirrel scurrying off probably to the tree behind him. goodbye, little friend.
you slow your pace down once youâre near him, a warm smile on your face as you wave the bag in your hand in front of him.
âiâm back,â you huffed, crouching and placing the bag down next to you. your bottom lip is sucked in between your teeth, deeply concentrated as you take out the essentials.
âiâm just gonna clean it with water real quick, okay?â you show him the water bottle and napkins in your hands.
you carefully pour the liquid onto the napkins, your hand grabs the back of his knee as you bring it closer to the abrasion.
before the wet cloth touches him, he flinches away. âwait!â he yelps.
you jump, âwhat?â
âiâm scared,â he pouts.
your hands drop. âof what?â
âitâs gonna burn!â
âoh my god, haechan do not start.â
he lightly kicks his leg away from you, shielding his wound with his hands.
âhaechan i will literally hold you down, itâs not gonna hurt that bad. i promise.â you try to threaten him. you reach for his leg again, wiping the blood that trickled itâs way down and stained his white socks.
his eyes follow another pair of feet walking past you, a man in a tracksuit ogles at your back. haechan follows his eyes to you, and he realizes youâre wearing a dress. haechanâa eyes narrow at the man but the stranger isnât ashamed as he keeps looking back at you. heâs sure the man can feel his hard stares but is just ignoring him and that makes his blood coil. haechan shrugs his zip up sweater off and cooly throws it over your shoulders, itâs big enough on you to cover the draft to any passersbyâs.
you look at the sweater on your shoulders but ignore it, he observes you for a bit before dropping his shoulders. âhmph, fine.â
âand look!â you gasp, reaching down beside you to hold out the small box of hello kitty band aids with a big smile curving your lips upwards.
haechanâs face deadpans. âhow old are you?â
you frown, taken back. âwhat? theyâre bandages, but cute. do you want to bleed out? donât disrespect miss hello kitty.â you stuck your chin out.
he laughs, âiâm a grown ass man, iâm not slapping hello kitty on my battle scar.â
now itâs your turn to laugh. âa grown ass man that fell and acted like he was on the brink of death. yeah, okay. give me your knee,â you demanded.
you quickly dab as much blood away as you can through haechanâs hisses. wiping away the dried blood was a bit hard since he was fighting you but itâs all clean.
âgreen or pink?â you ask.
he tilts his head, thinking before he answers green.
you take the selected band-aid, the hello kitty that is customized with a green bow and green dress, a blue colored sky behind her and a red flower on the ground that matches her outfit. how cute.
you peel it off from the wrapper, gently placing it over his wound.
you crumble the trash in your hands and place it inside the grocery bag. âall better now, see? wasnât so bad.â
you stand up, wincing from the position you were sat in for so long before haechanâs long, slick fingers wrapped around your wrist.
âwait, you forgot something.â he tells you.
âhuh, what did i forget?â you genuinely ask.
he looks at you seriously. âyou have to kiss it better, so itâll heal quicker.â
your lips part and your cheeks heat up. âwhatâŠâ the word barely leaves past your lips.
he raises his eyebrows expectantly, as if heâs waiting.
you shake your head, snatching your hand out of his grasp. âbe serious, haechan.â
âiâm being very serious,â he tells you. âcome on, donât you want me to get better?â
âitâs just a scrape, your leg isnât broken.â can he hear the thumping in your chest? god, itâs like itâs ringing in your ears.
you know heâs not gonna let you get away without actually kneeling down and kissing his knee. he will put up a fight in this park and you know it. he likes to tease you.
but how can he ask that question so freely. your lips have never touched any part of his skin because friends donât do that!
itâs like he loves torturing you, contributing these heartfelt acts unknowingly like an arrow to your heart.
âyou big baby.â you mumble out, crouching down and taking a clear glimpse at the cute bandage on his skin, it makes you smile.
haechan gazed at you, anticipating the moment your lips touch his skin. he is so sure that once your lips come in contact with his knee, heâll be able to run a marathon. can you hear the thumping in his chest?
your face nears his knee, you pucker your lips and you gently place a kiss just below the bandage.
you clear your throat. âthere. better now?â you try to act cool, standing to your feet and peering down at your friend.
âi donât know, can you watch how far i run?â and your friend zooms past you, running across the grass field as if he wasnât whining and limping by your side just a few moments ago.
âwhat the hell?â you shout out, chasing after him. âhow are you running? yah, lee donghyuck!â
hi omg idk if iâm late but almost all your jisung fics canât be found?? đđ did you archive them orr (this is based on the masterlist)
i didnât archive them, i just havenât updated my masterlist in a while, therefore the links arenât working properly. all of my works are STILL ON THIS BLOG! i will fix my masterlist eventually, i promise!
includes : sub!haechan/dom!femMC , oral , ass play , orgasm denial , slapping/hair pulling, lots of spit , yay!
Haechan sat at the edge of the bed, hands stroking gently up and down the back of your thighs while he smiled softly up at you. White t-shirt shirt hanging loosely on his body, exposing the notch of his collar bone that your fingers are dipping into gently.
âI missed youâ Haechan says quietly, hands stopping their movement on your thighs as he moved them up, pulling you closer so your knees were up against the edge of the mattress, his chin pressed into your stomach while he gazed up at you lovingly, arms wrapping tightly around your hips to keep you close to him.
Hi I was wondering if you could help me find a park jisung fanfic? It's in two parts where the dreamies don't like y/n and that causes her to break up with jisung. The dreamies feel bad because jisung is heartbroken so they get them back together. I've looked everywhere and I can find it. I would truly appreciate it if you or anyone could help me find it.
Btw I love your worksâ€ïž
hello!
iâm sorry to everyone messaging me & sending me asks. iâve been meaning to answer them, as well as fix & update my masterlist, but i havenât been able to find the time! đ
here are the links to guilt flavored cupcakes <3 thank you for reading!!
wc: 1k (full thing est. 10k)
genre: mostly fluff, gets suggestive (full thing will be 18+)
a/n: by this time it should be clear that i'm someone who posts previews to encourage themself to finish the whole thing. and also because my account is so dry writing-wise (entirely my fault lmfao)... i just want to leave something here. so yeah i'll be working on this...and the rivals one... and whatever comes to my mind i guess.... thank u to everyone helping me along w this idea <3 this hyuck is turning out to be very special to me and he will only change and show more sides of himself as this fic goes on đ«¶đ» lmk if u like this or wna be tagged
the first time you meet haechan, he doesn't exactly make a good impression.Â
"what are you doing?"Â
slowly, he lifts his head from where his lips were brushing your neck. "umâŠ" blinking, his eyes refocus on yours. "trying to kiss you."Â
"haechan!" you hiss.Â
eyebrows raised, he beams back at you. "y/n!" he hisses back, imitating your tone.Â
"i came here with someone else." you push his shoulder lightly, trying to make space between him and you but it's no use â his body slumps even harder, and you can see his eyes scanning your neck, zoning out of the conversation.Â
"i knowâŠ" he mumbles, tracing a fingertip at your pulse point and making goosebumps erupt on your skin.Â
"you do?"Â
"yeahâŠ" his other hand hovers in the air, as if he's deciding whether to grab your waist or press his palm to your lower back.Â
"so you know i'm talking to someone right now, and it would be bad if i went around kissing my project partners...?"Â
silence.
you dip your head slightly to try to look at him through his messy bangs, only to jolt slightly when you glimpse his expression. his eyes already half-lidded with lust, mouth hanging open and drool glistening on his plump lips. why did he look soâŠneedy? fucked out? it had only been about a minute or so since you saw him walk towards you, the easy smile he kept on at full blast. you had exchanged small talk for about 10 seconds over your professor, and then he started nosing at the juncture between your jaw and your neck.Â
"haechan?" you prompted, hesitantly. "everything okay?"Â
"um...all's good," he mutters, before moving back towards you, lips puckered slightly and ready to mark your skin.Â
spluttering, you push him away, again, confusion starting to settle in for you too. could he not take a hint?Â
"were you even listening?" you ask, incredulously. "i said i'm talking to someone right now."Â
"uh huh." he tilts his head to the side. "um, did you say something after that? sorry-" he breathes, wincing at the frustration on your face. "you just smell so good, i couldn't pay attentionâŠ" and as if he couldn't help himself, you noticed his body gravitate towards you, again.Â
gripping onto his shoulder to keep him at a distance, you say slowly, "haechan, if i'm talking to someone, it wouldn't be good for me to mess around with other people."Â
you see the words register in his head, see the furrow in his brow deepen as he ponders what you're saying. "it wouldn't?"Â
"no, it wouldn't."Â
"but you're not dating him yet."Â
"no, i'm not." you see him open his mouth, so you quickly add, "but we're on our way, and i want to show him i'm serious about it."Â
"but i'm serious about you." it was practically lazy â the way he pulled your hand off his shoulder and intertwined your fingers with his.Â
you couldn't help the thrill that ran down your spine as you were reminded of how strong he was, even though he didn't necessarily look it.Â
"serious about me or serious about fucking me?" you bite back.Â
"both."Â
you let out a scoff. unable to stop yourself, you blurt out, "are you used to women saying yes to you or something?"
"huh?"
"where do you get your confidence?"Â
he raises his eyebrows at you in genuine concern as if you're the confused one in this conversation. "where do you think?" he makes a vague gesture to indicate his pretty face, and you're a little annoyed at how right he is. with heavy eye makeup, mismatched contact lenses giving his look a more piercing quality, moles tracing across his cheek just begging to be suckled with kisses and those heart-shaped lipsâŠyou think you would be hard pressed to find a woman in this room who would say no to his shameless flirting.Â
"you shouldn't assume, haechan." something close to confidence begins to stir up in you, and you straighten, shaking your hand out of his. "it's not nice to kiss someone without asking them properly. you should always try to read the situation, and make sure you have consent."Â
listening intently like a student in a classroom, he nods slowly to show he understands. "not nice, got it. anything else?"Â
"don't try to steal people away from their dates," you add on, inspired.
"right."
"and don't say things like 'i'm serious about fucking you' if you don't really meanâ"Â
"-this is hot." he interrupts, words blurring together in a rush. his eyes unfocused and dreamy, he drags his gaze up and down your body indulgently. "you teaching me things."Â
"hae-"Â
"teaching me how to be a good boyâŠ" he breathes. "yeah. fuck."Â
your jaw drops, momentarily speechless. and yet, despite everything you were supposedly teaching him, his straightforwardness, the lack of filter, the raw desire that seemed to course through his entire bodyâŠyou couldn't deny that it was making you feel a certain way too.Â
fixing him with a look that conveyed as much seriousness and frustration you could muster, you shake your head.
 and he cowers.Â
"sorryâŠ" he mumbles, stepping away from you, almost ashamed. "i should've kept that to myself."Â
you resist the urge to laugh. "yes, maybe you should have."Â
turning to go, you pat him on the arm lightly, feeling a little bad for him. "see you around in class, okay?"Â
he nods, eyes cast to the floor gloomily, and you're about to exit and head back to the main room when he calls your name.Â
"y/n?"
"yes?"Â
"i meant it."Â
"what?"Â
"i meant it when i said i was serious about fucking you." quietly, and with surprising gentleness, "i wouldn't lead you on like that. i wouldn't say it if i didn't mean it."Â
and as you turn your back on the pretty boy in the hallway, you couldn't help the butterflies that seemed to burst into life in your chest at his words.
