IN WHICH ── a simple joke can trigger Jungwon, resulting in you being bent over the kitchen counter, crying of pleasure, while his cock is deeply stirring inside you, maybe too deep.
𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : smut (MDNI), porn without plot
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 : hard dom!jungwon, sub!reader, swearing, a lot of teasing, unprotected sex, p in v, kitchen sex, tits grabbing, fingering, spanking, degrading (use of "slut"), use of nicknames : needy girl, baby, reader has a WAP
𝐰𝐜 : 1.7k {1.797}
❕# idk about y’all but Jungwon is the freakiest member of them all. The fact that he clearly shows that he’s jealous and all. Ouuuh ik he’s freakyyyy :))
You stand at the stove. The sizzle of vegetables in the pan fills the air, mingling with the savory aroma of garlic and spices. It’s late, the apartment pleasantly peaceful. You’ve been stirring absentmindedly, lost in the task of cooking after a long day.
The sound of the bathroom door opening reaches your ears, followed by soft footsteps padding across the floor. You’re about to turn when Jungwon’s arms slide around your waist from behind, pulling you gently back against his chest. His skin is still warm and slightly damp from the shower, the clean scent of his body wash enveloping you. He nuzzles his nose into your hair, inhaling deeply as if he’s been waiting all day for this moment.
“Mmm, what’s for dinner?” he murmurs, his voice low and husky against your ear, lips brushing lightly along your temple. You smile, leaning into his embrace just a little, your free hand resting over one of his on your stomach. “You,” you joke lightly, the word slipping out with a teasing laugh as you tilt your head back toward him.
The effect is immediate.
Jungwon’s breath catches, his body tensing against yours. You feel it ; the subtle shift in his hips, the obvious hardness pressing against the curve of your ass through the thin fabric of his sweatpants. He’s always been like this with you, so responsive to even the smallest touch or the slightest suggestion. A simple joke, your body fitting so perfectly against his, and he’s already half-hard, growing firmer by the second.
“Fuck,” he whispers, a mix of embarrassment and desire thickening his voice. His arms tighten around you, one hand splaying across your abdomen as he rocks forward instinctively, seeking more contact. “You can’t just say that while I’m holding you like this.” His nose burrows deeper into your hair, and you feel the rapid rise and fall of his chest, the heat radiating from him.
You set the spatula down, turning your head enough to catch his flushed expression from the corner of your eye. His cheeks are tinged pink, eyes half-lidded, that known vulnerability mixed with want making your own pulse quicken. Without letting go, his fingers trace clumsy patterns on your waist, dipping just under the hem of your shirt, as if fighting the urge to go further right there against the counter.
“Dinner can wait,” he adds breathlessly, his erection now fully evident, throbbing gently with each subtle movement. “Unless you really meant that part about me…”
You feel his breath hitch against your neck, his body pressed flush to yours. One of his hands slides up from your waist, cupping your breast firmly through your shirt, his thumb brushing over your nipple until it hardens under his touch. The other hand dips lower, slipping beneath the waistband of your panties without a second thought. His digits find your folds, stroking gently at first before pressing in, circling your clit and then sliding one finger inside you. He works you patiently, curling his finger just right while his palm grinds against your sensitive bundle of nerves. A second finger joins the first, pumping steadily as your breaths grow sharper. “That’s it,” he murmurs hotly into your hair, squeezing your breast in time with his thrusts. Soon you’re slick and dripping around his fingers, your hips rocking back against him involuntarily.
He spreads your wetness all over your core, coating his fingers thoroughly before pulling them free. The cool air hits your heated skin while he tugs your panties down just enough. You hear the soft rustle of fabric as he frees his cock, already rock-hard and throbbing from earlier. He taps the swollen head against your entrance teasingly ; once, twice ; rubbing it up and down your slit, making you ache with impatience. Then he slips his length along your pussy, gliding through your folds to coat himself in your slickness. The wet, obscene sounds fill the kitchen as he drags his cock back and forth, teasing your clit with every pass. Finally, with a low groan, he lines himself up and thrusts deep into you in a single smooth motion, burying himself to the hilt.
A filthy, wet squelch echoes from where your bodies meet, your arousal making the slide effortless and loud. Jungwon curses under his breath, his grip tightening on your breast as he holds still for a moment, savoring the way you clench around him. “So fucking wet for me,” he whispers, starting to move ; slow, deep thrusts that make that slick sound with every push and pull, his hips snapping forward against your ass while the dinner forgotten on the stove.
You grip the edge of the counter as Jungwon’s thrusts push you forward, your upper body bending over until your chest and arms rest against the cool kitchen surface. The position arches your back perfectly for him, offering deeper access. His hand slides up to press firmly on your lower back, holding you still as he adjusts his stance behind you. With a deep groan, he buries himself as far as possible inside you, his hips flush against your ass. After that, he starts to wiggle them in small circles, grinding deep without pulling out. The motion creates a loud wet noise ; lewd squelching that are filling the silence of the room. Your slickness coats him completely, making the sounds even wetter and lustier.
He chuckles breathlessly, the sound low and teasing against your ear as he leans over you slightly. “Hear that?” he murmurs, amusement coloring his voice even as he keeps wiggling, stirring inside you. “So fucking messy…Does it embarrass you, baby? Or does it turn you on more?”
His hand stays anchored on your lower back, keeping you pinned gently but securely against the counter while he continues those teasing, grinding movements. The wet noises don’t stop ; each wiggle draws out another slick, embarrassing squelch that makes your face heat up. He’s rock-hard and throbbing deep inside, clearly enjoying how your body reacts to him.
You stay bent over the kitchen counter, upper body pressed against the cool surface, ass presented to him. Jungwon’s hand leaves your lower back for a moment, then comes down with a sharp slap on your ass, the sound cracking through the kitchen as your skin stings and flushes under his palm. He groans in satisfaction and starts thrusting again ; deep and slow, dragging his thick length almost all the way out before sinking back in to the hilt with force. Each thrust makes your body jolt forward against the counter, the squelching sounds returning louder than before. “Fuck, look at you,” he says condescendingly as he keeps that torturously slow pace. “Bent over like a slut, taking me so well. You’re so wet it’s pathetic. I wish you could see how needy you look right now.”
He slaps your ass again, lighter this time, and rubs the spot soothingly as he grinds deep. “Can’t even talk, huh? Just moaning and clenching around me like you’ve never been fucked before.” His tone turns mockingly sweet. “Poor thing’s brain all empty. So cute when you’re this fucked out.”
You try to respond, but only a broken whimper escapes your lips, your fingers gripping the counter edge tighter as another deep thrust knocks the breath out of you. Jungwon chuckles darkly, leaning over you, his chest against your back. He grabs your hip with one hand while the other stays on your lower back, holding you in place. “Use your words, baby,” he coos, slowing his thrusts even more, making sure you feel every inch. “Tell me how it feels. Come on…don’t make me ask twice.”
He punctuates the demand with another firm slap on your ass, waiting with a smug smirk as he stays buried deep inside you. When he pushes himself even deeper, pressing his hips flush against your ass until you feel him bottom out completely. He stays there, buried to the hilt, and starts stirring his hips again in circles, grinding his cock against every sensitive spot inside you. The motion makes your toes curl and pulls another broken moan from your throat. He knows exactly what he’s doing, he loves to stir your slickness with his length.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” he murmurs, voice low and mocking. His hand smooths over the reddened skin of your ass where he slapped you earlier. “I can feel you fluttering around me… greedy little pussy trying to pull me in even deeper.”
He keeps up the stirring, rolling his hips in lazy figure-eights that press right against that perfect spot, making your legs tremble. Then his tone shifts, still condescending but now edged with warning. “Better start using your words, baby,” he says, slowing his movements until he’s barely moving, just keeping himself buried deep and grinding teasingly. “If you don’t say something right now…I’m not letting you cum at all. I’ll keep you right on this edge, stirring your cunt until you’re crying for it, and then I’ll pull out and leave you empty. Understand?”
His fingers dig into your hip as he waits, still buried inside you, the threat hanging in the air while your body clenches desperately around him. “Go on,” he coos, slapping your ass lightly again. “Tell me how my cock feels. Use your words like a big girl.”
You’re trembling against the counter, overwhelmed by the deep grinding and the threat in his voice, when the tears finally spill over. They slip down your cheeks as soft, overwhelmed sobs escape you, your body clenching hard around his cock from the intensity of it all.
Jungwon’s breath catches. You feel his cock twitch and swell even harder inside you, thickening noticeably as your crying seems to turn him on more. “Oh? Now you’re crying?” he mocks, voice echoing in fake sympathy. His hand presses firmer on your lower back, keeping you pinned down as he suddenly starts thrusting harder ; deeper, sharper strokes that make your hips jolt against the counter with every wet slap of skin on skin.
“Big girls don’t cry, baby,” he coos viciously, punctuating each word with a rough thrust. “You’re stronger than that.” He laughs softly as he picks up the pace, fucking you with hard strokes. “Crying only makes me harder, you know that?” He leans over you, lips brushing your ear while his hips snap forward. “Poor thing can’t even handle being stuffed full. But you’re still clenching so tight…you love it, don’t you?”
Another hard thrust rocks through you as fresh tears slide down your face. Jungwon groans in pleasure, clearly enjoying every second of your overwhelmed state. “Go on, keep crying for me. Big girls don’t cry…but it looks like my needy girl does.”
warnings : smut MINORS DNI, explicit sexual content,, rough make-up sex, anger-fueled sex, power imbalance/dominant behavior, mild degradation, borderline cnc (consensual non-consent) themes, edging/pleasure denial, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirt, gushing, sex toy use (vibrator), dirty talk, spanking, marking (biting), unprotected sex, creampie/internal ejaculation idk what else
wc : 1,7k
the day had been a fucking nightmare. the summer heat clung to every inch of your skin like a second, sticky layer, turning the vacation house into a pressure cooker. you’d dragged jungwon from boutique to boutique, buzzing with excitement as you tried on light summer tops that barely covered your tits, flowy dresses that swirled around your thighs, and those tiny skirts that made your ass look incredible in the mirror.
but with every stop, he grew quieter, more withdrawn. arms crossed, jaw tight, eyes flicking to his phone instead of you. sweat beaded on his forehead, his black tank top sticking to his lean, toned chest.
“what do you think of this one, won?” you asked, twirling in a slinky little red sundress that hugged your curves just right, the hem riding high on your legs.
“it’s fine,” he muttered, barely glancing up, wiping sweat from his brow. “can we go home? it’s too goddamn hot out here.”
his flat tone hit like a slap. your temper flared instantly. “you can spend hours cruising around with your boys, windows down, music blasting, laughing like idiots. but when i want one afternoon where i feel pretty and you actually pay attention to me, suddenly it’s too much? wow, jungwon. real fucking nice.”
the argument exploded in the car on the way back.
you were sharp, spitting fire about how he never made an effort anymore. he stayed distant, voice low and clipped, eyes locked on the road. by the time you pulled up to the vacation house, the silence was suffocating—no music, no touches, just thick, angry tension humming between you. he slammed the door and headed straight to the bedroom without another word.
hours dragged by.
the house was dark and quiet, the only sounds the distant hum of cicadas outside and the occasional creak of the old wooden floors. you’d planned to crash on the couch, still pissed, but you needed your pajamas.
you pushed open the bedroom door, the room lit only by faint moonlight spilling through the half-open window, casting silvery shadows across the bed.
and there he was.
jungwon lay on his side, black tanktop, the white sheet draped low over his narrow hips, his dark hair was tousled, strands falling messily over his forehead. one arm was tucked under his head, the other resting on the mattress, muscles subtly flexing.
his eyes—those intense, doe ones that always made your knees weak—locked onto you immediately. no words.
just raw, burning hunger mixed with something deeper, like he’d been lying there replaying the fight, stewing in it, waiting for you to walk through that door so he could fix it his way.
your breath hitched, anger warring with the sudden throb between your legs.
“what are you doing?” you tried to snap, but it came out breathier than you wanted.
he didn’t answer. instead, his hand shot out, fingers wrapping firmly around your wrist and yanked you forward. you tumbled onto the bed, landing straddling his lap, your hands bracing against his chest. the heat of his skin burned into your palms, his heart pounding hard beneath them.
“jungwon—”
“stop.” his voice was low, rough, commanding. his other hand gripped your hip, fingers digging in possessively, holding you exactly where he wanted. “drop the fucking attitude. i know i was an asshole today. hot, tired, whatever. but you’ve been pushing me all day too.”
you pushed against his chest, still mad, but he was stronger—much stronger. he flipped you effortlessly onto your back, pinning you beneath his body. his weight pressed you into the mattress, all hard muscle and scorching skin. those dark eyes bored into yours, intense and unyielding, sending a fresh rush of wetness soaking your panties.
“you think you can talk to me like that?” he growled against your ear, teeth grazing your lobe. “all day i’ve been thinking about you, how wet you get when i put you in your place. i’m gonna fuck that attitude right out of you tonight. slowly until you’re crying my name and creaming all over my cock like the needy slut you are for me.”
you whimpered, hips bucking up instinctively, grinding against the thick, hardening bulge in his sweatpants. he kissed you then. his tongue pushed past your lips, sliding hot and wet against yours in messy strokes, tasting you like he was starving.
the kiss went on and on, tongues tangling, teeth nipping, saliva mixing as you both moaned into it. his hands roamed, shoving your shirt up and yanking it off, then palming your tits roughly, thumbs circling your hard nipples until you arched into him.
he stripped you methodically, savoring every inch. kissing down your neck, sucking marks into your collarbone, biting the swell of your breasts.
when you were finally naked beneath him, trembling and dripping, he reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out the small bullet vibrator you’d packed “just in case.”
he clicked it on low, the buzzing filling the room, and pressed it firmly against your swollen clit.
“fuck— won!” you cried out, thighs shaking as two of his thick fingers slid easily into your soaked pussy. he curled them perfectly, stroking that spot inside you while the vibrator buzzed relentlessly. the dual sensation was overwhelming, the pleasure was building fast and sharp.
he watched you the whole time, eyes dark with lust, lips parted. “look at you. so fucking wet already. this pussy is clenching around my fingers like it missed me all day.” he pumped them slower, then faster, edging you right to the brink before pulling the vibrator away. you sobbed in frustration, hips chasing the lost sensation.
“not yet,” he murmured, voice dripping with control. he kissed down your stomach, licking a stripe along your inner thigh. “you made me wait in every damn store. now you wait for me.”
he edged you again and again—three, four times—until you were a shaking, sobbing, dripping mess. tears streaked your cheeks, your voice hoarse from begging. “please, wonnie… i’m sorry—i’ll be so good, just let me cum—”
finally, he shoved his sweatpants down, his thick, veiny cock springing free, hard and leaking. he rubbed the fat head up and down your slick folds, teasing your entrance, coating himself in your arousal. “eyes on me,” he ordered.
you locked gazes as he pushed in—slow, inch by inch, stretching you open so perfectly it bordered on pain and bliss.
he bottomed out with a deep groan, forehead pressed to yours, breathing ragged. “fuck, you feel incredible. so tight. so warm. this pussy was made for my cock.”
then he started moving. deep, rolling thrusts that hit every sensitive spot inside you. the vibrator returned to your clit on the lowest setting, buzzing mercilessly while he fucked you with controlled power.
sweat slicked your bodies, the sound of skin slapping skin and your wet pussy taking him filling the room. he whispered filthy praise the whole time, voice rough and wrecked:
“you’re taking me so well, baby. look how deep i am—feel that? gonna ruin this cunt for anyone else. you’re mine. say it.”
“i’m yours—fuck, won, i’m yours!” you gasped, nails raking down his back.
he fucked you like that for ages, building you up and pulling back, drawing it out until you were delirious. then he threw your legs over his shoulders, folding you in half, and pounded harder.
the new angle made you scream, the vibrator still pressed tight. your first orgasm crashed through you like lightning—walls spasming violently around his cock, gushing around him as you wailed his name.
he didn’t stop. he fucked you through it, growling, then flipped you onto your stomach. he yanked your hips up, ass in the air, and slammed back in from behind. a hard spank landed on your ass, the sting blooming hot.
“again,” he demanded, voice pure gravel. “cum on my cock again like a good fucking girl.”
you did—twice more, each one more intense, your body shaking uncontrollably as he railed you. his dirty talk never stopped, “fuck, look at this pretty ass bouncing on me. you’re creaming so much, baby—making a fucking mess all over my balls. such a sloppy, perfect little hole for me.”
he grabbed the vibrator again, pressing it hard against your overstimulated clit while he thrust deep and fast.
your fourth orgasm ripped through you, so powerful your vision whited out, pussy squirting around his cock as you sobbed into the pillow.
only then did jungwon let go. he buried himself to the hilt, hips stuttering as he came with a guttural moan of your name, flooding your pulsing cunt with thick, hot ropes of cum.
you felt every pulse, every spurt filling you up.
but he wasn’t done.
he stayed inside you, slowly grinding, fucking his cum deeper while you twitched and whimpered. he pulled out just enough to flip you onto your back again, then slid back in with a wet, filthy sound. his body covered yours completely, hips moving in lazy, deep strokes that kept his cum leaking out around his cock.
“give me one more, baby” he whispered hotly against your lips, kissing you slow and dirty. “i want to feel you fall apart while i’m still buried in you. milk every last drop out of me, baby.”
you were exhausted, oversensitive, but the way he moved—grinding against your clit with every thrust, whispering how perfect you felt, how much he loved wrecking you—pushed you over one final time.
a deep, rolling orgasm that made your toes curl and your walls flutter endlessly around him. you clung to his shoulders, moaning into his mouth as he kept fucking you through it, drawing it out until you were a boneless, trembling wreck.
jungwon finally stilled, still deep inside you, his cock twitching with aftershocks. he kissed you possessively, tongue lazy and claiming, one hand tangled in your hair while the other gripped your thigh.
“next time you’re pissed,” he murmured, voice low and satisfied, lips brushing yours, “just remember how good i make you feel, yeah?”
you shivered beneath him, already feeling the heat building again as he started to move once more—slow, deliberate, ready to pull another orgasm from your exhausted body before the night was over.
@sacrificemura please do not copy, steal, repost, translate, or claim my work as your own.
warnings/tags: MINORS DNI 18+ unprotected sex, oral (m rec), mentions of drool, masterbation (he's a freak), pantie stealing, doggy, they have sex in his office, pet names (doll), use of y/n (once), jealousy(?), sir kink, cockwarming, cowgirl(?), he secretly records her voice (sorry if i miss any)
word count: 1.0k+
a/n: craving ceo jay right now. not proofread.
ceo!jay who speaks in a monotone voice. never uttering more than a few words, only what he finds is necessary. the only subtle change is when he murmurs,“good morning.” always sounding so tired before his coffee. strolling into his office without a thing more.
ceo!jay who calls you into his office when you are late. wanting to hear whatever excuse you come up with. no matter what you say it always ends up to the same conclusion. “do not let it happen again. you’re excused.”
ceo!jay who stares at the coffee you gave him. it was a mishap. instead of the normal black coffee he usually drinks, you mistakenly gave him a sweet latte. instead of complaining, which he usually would do, he drank it. his face scrunches as the sugar hits him, but continues.
ceo!jay who makes you go to meetings with him for investors. stating it is just because you are his secretary. you swear every so often you can see his gaze flicker towards you. having to tell yourself it’s just because he is checking in on you, that’s all.
ceo!jay who doesn’t let you stay any later than you are supposed to. even when you have extra work, he immediately sends you home. he decides that if he has to change due dates on files, he will. jay doesn’t want you overworking yourself.
ceo!jay who moves you to a private office. he just states that it’s better since you are of higher rank. for concentration. although, a rumor spread quickly that it was because he didn’t want you near jungwon, a specific employee
ceo!jay who tells you that you are coming along to a business trip to france. when he sees your shocked expression he blinks with his head tilted, “it’s for a brand deal. i’ll need you to keep me on track while we are there.” making it sound way more professional than actuality.
ceo!jay who gave you the nicest hotel room you ever seen. an amazing view of the city, a huge bathroom, the comfiest bed. it was a miracle, and you weren’t going to let this trip go to waste.
ceo!jay who sends breakfast to your room unexpectedly. when asked about it in the car ride on the way to the investors meeting, all he can say was, “you had to be prepared for this meeting…breakfast is important…” all you can do is blink at his excuse.
ceo!jay who wraps his arm slightly around your waist at a carpet event in paris. his hand grazing your waist yet not fully touching, wanting to be respectful. when you both walk towards the seating area, you glance up at him. noticing that the tips of his ears are flushed pink, and his jaw tightened slightly.
ceo!jay who when walking back to their vehicle, he offers to carry your shoes. watching as you limp, still not used to wearing stilettos. walking side by side with you until you get in the black suv. “i’ll send a new pair of shoes to you hotel room in the morning,” jay spoke in a tone that means no arguing.
ceo!jay who stares at the outfits you wear. he starts to think you are messing with him. tight blouses, pencil skirts, and heels that click with every step. his mind goes way too intimate before stopping himself. turning back quickly, the only sign of reaction is his pink ears and his half hard on under the desk.
ceo!jay who calls you into his office just to hear your voice. making up some “professional” excuse, shifting in his seat as you respond to him. “no… please continue. i called you in here, didn't i?” hiding his phone under the table to record your voice so he can use it in the future.
ceo!jay who loves it when you call him sir. he ends up making you come to his office and help him with his “problem” after you say it in a district meeting. “You did this to me, ms. y/n. Now be a good girl and help your boss.” having you on your knees and his cock all the way down your throat. the sloppy sounds of your drool being heard throughout his office. “so messy…but you’ll clean it all up for me, doll.”
ceo!jay who bends you over his desk, your skirt up around your waist. He pounds into you from behind as his one hand is tangled in your hair. the sloppy sounds of your juices and the sound of skin colliding is heard. he watches the way your ass moves with every thrust of his hips.
ceo!jay who takes your laced panties, stuffing them in his pocket. He uses them as a stress toy throughout the work day. Not taking them out til he gets home to his penthouse at night. He makes it to his bed and ends up jerking off with them around his cock. the lace wrapped around his shaft, up until he cums. leaving them drenched in it as he lays them on his nightstand. expecting to give them back to you just like that.
ceo!jay who has you sitting on his lap while he works. his cock nuzzled inside your tight pussy. his non-dominant hand brushes gently up and down your spine. “keep still, doll…i’m almost done.” resting his chin on your neck as he works. once he finishes he lets you ride him as a reward for being good for him.
ceo!jay who takes you on every business trip with him just so he has more time with you and your body. during the whole trip he would not leave your side. most of the time you are both in the hotel room’s bed. letting you ride him while he watches your face contort with every movement. jay always finds it the best view of the whole trip.
ceo!jay who after their sexual endeavors will take good care of you. carrying you into the bathroom and running you a warm bath. cleaning you off and massaging your shoulders. “You did so good for me…my amazing assistant.”
you shouldn’t have said it. not to sunghoon. you were just bantering.
“bitch.”
you laughed. “small dick.”
“really?”
- - - ゛
“ahh-fuck!” you were a squirming mess, your knees pinned to your chest by sunghoon, who was slamming into you so hard that with every thrust, a loud, wet squelch filled your entire apartment. “sss’ too much—agh!” you cried out again from under him. you could barely think, you were too overwhelmed with the mixture of pleasure and pain he was bringing you.
“not so small huh?” he panted out, sweat beading on his temple as he wrapped his hand around himself and pumped what wouldn’t fit inside you.
you cried out with every thrust, his size making you feel full before it was even halfway in. “admit it,” he cooed, still keeping his speed as his grip on your ass tightened.
you couldn’t even focus on looking at sunghoon— your back arched and head thrown back. “y’r— gah-your too big—nggh,”
he pressed his thumb against your clit with enough pressure to get you screaming more than you already were. “ahh— hoon!”
“fuck,” he muttered, now rubbing circles around it as you both tipped over the edge.
your hand flew up to grab sunghoons bicep as you cried out and came around his cock. “mmph—fuck!”
sunghoon filled you up with more cum than you’d ever taken— it was spilling out of you far after he pulled out.
he fell down beside you, both still catching your breath from your orgasms.
you knew heeseung was the most irritable after work. actually, you knew this best because you were the one he'd take it out on.
"fuck," he says, slamming the door shut behind him, fingers already working to loosen his tie.
"hey. what's wrong?" he ignores your question completely, instead pushing past you to your shared room.
"just come. need you, baby."
you sighed, legs still sore from yesterday because his assistant printed a pitch presentation wrong. you followed him anyway. his tie was on the floor, shirt half unbuttoned as he paced the room, rubbing his temples.
"hee."
"i'm thinking."
you lean against the wall, waiting for him to finish conjuring up whatever thought he was so focused on. he looked hot – unfairly so. any second now he was going to-
"strip." you look up at the sound of his voice, the demanding tone all too familiar. you obeyed instantly. this was your favorite part of the night, after all. the part where you got to relieve his stress and he fucked you deep and raw in return.
now, you were left in nothing but your matching lace bra and panties. it was pale pink and heeseung's favorite set.
"mmm, you wore this for me, doll?" you nod, proud that he appreciated it. "cute."
he walked up to you and circled you slowly, eyeing you from head to toe at every angle. he stopped in front of you, hand wrapping around your waist and settling on the soft curve of your ass. the obvious tent in his slacks pressed against your bare thigh.
"you're perfect. this is exactly what i needed right now. my pretty girl." with that, you feel two taps on your shoulder, a silent command. like you'd done countless times before, you sunk to your knees in front of him.
he bit his lip, running his hands through your hair while he watched you unzip his trousers. "this fucking idiot in marketing can't do his job right," he maunders, "i don't know who hired him to be the head of the department." a hiss interrupts his rant when you free his dick from the constrains of fabric.
you stare up at him through your batting lashes, silently urging him to continue, even as you gave kitten licks to the sensitive and leaking tip. heeseung shudders.
"his campaign idea flopped with our clients," he grips your hair tighter, holding it up in a makeshift ponytail, "and he's skipped work twice just this week." you nod before taking him deeper into your mouth.
a groan slips from his lips at that. "shit.." he adjusts his grip on your head before starting to thrust in and out of your mouth. your throat closes around him, causing his head to loll back in pleasure. drool drips down the corners of your mouth and your fingers come up to fondle with his balls.
"hah–" he pants. in a flash, he disconnects himself from your mouth, grabbing you by the waist and yanking you onto the bed. your back hit the soft sheets, bra askew just enough to reveal your nipple. he kneels between your spread legs, his cock – flushed and sticky with a combination of your saliva and his precum – brushes against your inner thigh.
once he catches glimpse of the sliver of skin that was no longer hidden behind your bra? he choked on his breath and immediately leaned down to connect his lips to the stiff peak. his tongue worked religiously, alternating between circling the bud with his wet muscle, sucking, or grazing his teeth against it.
your toes curl, jaw slack but devoid of any sweet sounds. you had grown to learn that when heeseung is stressed, he enjoyed the quiet. basically, you weren't allowed to moan or whine or speak, otherwise he wouldn't let you finish. it was maddening. maddening when all you could hear was him panting and groaning in your ear, telling you how amazing you feel and what a good girl you are for keeping quiet.
he hummed in satisfaction against your breast, patting your thigh twice as a silent praise, before switching and latching onto your other nipple. "yn, baby, can you imagine these beautiful tits full of milk, hm?" he says, voice muffled since he his face was practically buried in your chest, but you could feel the smirk on his face. "imagine you in some tight little shirt and they're leaking. fuck, i'm hard just at the thought. gonna make it come true. all fours for me, pretty."
he presses a final kiss right in between your breasts and sits up. you follow, holding yourself up with your arms, knees digging into the mattress. his fingers trace the lace lining of your bottoms, his palm rough against your smooth skin.
"take em off." your panties slide off with ease. you didn't even bother taking them off all the way, so they stayed hooked on one of your ankles. suddenly, a stinging smack lands square on your right asscheek. fighting the urge to whimper to stay loyal to his rules, your body's compromise is to turn your arms to jelly. your elbows buckle, sending you face first into the duvet.
heeseung, your evil boyfriend, laughs first and then helps you up. "ohhh, you're into that spanking stuff? noted." the grin on his lips was priceless. "should get a belt next time," he teases under his breath.
he presses your back down, forcing it into a deeper curve, and lines up against your entrance. you felt him – warm and heavy – just barely where you desperately needed him to be. without warning (because when did heeseung ever do those?), he slides in with a single thrust, bottoming out in a second. you couldn't help it this time, you let out a choked sound. his eyebrow quirks up fast.
"huh? what was that?" you freeze. shit. this is the part where the thought of anything but his own pleasure flys out his mind. "funny. i thought i heard something. might as well be begging to be used."
his hand comes down hard on you again, the slap loud enough to bounce off the walls. "be quiet. it's the one thing i ask of you," he huffs. "don't you see what i deal with everyday? my idiot employees? god, if i got to choose my life, i'd spend all day every day giving you my children. filling you up and making sure it takes. but i don't get do to that all day. so – fuck, yn – please cooperate here. take this shit." he accentuates his words with a sharp snap of his hips forward.
"please, yn-" he gasps when you clench particularly hard around him. he pulls out slowly, every ridge and vein grazing your gummy walls before crashing back into you with incredible force. each thrust nudged your cervix. the pain was dizzying in the best way possible.
you're sure the crease between your eyebrows will become permanent from how hard they're knit together. your eyes haven't opened this entire time, too focused on his filthy words and the pleasure that's building up in your lower belly.
"gonna cum, baby? go ahead." you almost moan in relief. at least he's letting you climax. you reeeeally should've known there was a catch. your sopping pussy locks up around him, squeezing him in impossibly. instead of stopping, he kept going, delaying his own release for the sake of the show. you couldn't do this anymore. "fuck- heeseung!" you cry, the tears already brimming in your eyes.
he scoffed in disbelief. "you're getting way too comfortable." landing another smack on your cheek, still pounding you from behind, except now his hands slithers over to your front, drawing tight figures on your swollen clit. your moan could've woken up the whole house. he fights his smile by biting his lip and pressing a kiss between your shoulder blades. "you can give me one more."
his dick nudged your cervix exactly one more time before you squirted hard, liquid gushing out onto both your thighs. he lets a final whimper slip as he empties his thick load into you, body shuddering and cock softening up inside you. even then, he refused to pull out for a solid minute.
"this has to take. you have to get pregnant," he mutters, more to himself than you.
eventually, he parts from you. you turn onto your back to face him. there's a surprisingly soft smile on his lips as he leans down to kiss you properly – a stark contrast to the roughness from seconds ago. when he pulls away, he sees his seed trickling out of you. his tongue clicks in annoyance and you notice his gaze darken.
"all wasted," he sighs. "now we need to go again."
an: heeseung x spanking x ME 🤤🤤🤤🤤 bye i need him bad
ʚɞ pairing : nerd!jungwon x f!reader (feat. sunghoon of enhypen, yunah, minju, and wonhee of illit, wonbin of riize)
ʚɞ synopsis : in which yn needs the ultimate distraction to get her toxic ex off her back, and the school's cold academic club president is the prefect candidate for a fake relationship. the terms are strictly business, and the rules are clear. but when things get too real, neither of them know how to continue acting.
ʚɞ genre : fake dating, fluff, highschool!au (not proofread im so sorry)
ʚɞ wc : 14.3k
ʚɞ author's note : finally the long awaited nerd!won ficcccc. im so sry for taking long with this one. i had dozens of ideas for this specific pairing and i ended up switching like three times before finally settling on this one. i apologize if this seems rushed or like fast paced... ALSOO no hate for wonbin, he might be the culprit here but i have nothing against him at all. hope u all enjoy ♡
the words "i just really need to focus on myself right now, yn" were still ringing in your ears.
it had been exactly a week since wonbin sat you down by the school bleachers, looking terribly conflicted, and told you that he just didn't have the emotional bandwidth for a relationship. he claimed his classes were getting heavy, that he was tired of the constant emotional upkeep of dating, and that he needed to find himself.
you had cried. you had felt guilty for taking up his precious time. you had genuinely believed him.
which was exactly why the sight currently unfolding in front of you in the courtyard felt like a literal slap in the face.
there was wonbin. and braced against his side, laughing at something he muttered, was minju. wonbin wasn't looking tired of relationships at all. in fact, he looked perfectly energized as he reached down, tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, and intertwined his fingers with hers.
"are you kidding me?" your best friend, yunah, hissed from beside you. "he needed to fucking 'focus on himself'? is minju's name 'himself' now?"
your sadness evaporated in a single, scorching second, replaced by a wave of pure fury. your blood ran hot. it wasn't just the heartbreak anymore—it was the humiliation. he had played you for a fool, expecting you to sit around and pine while he easily moved into his next romance without missing a beat.
"he thinks i'm going to be just the sad ex who cries in the bathroom," you muttered, eyes following wonbin as he smiled at something minju said.
"what are you going to do?" yunah asked, looking at you with a mix of worry and excitement. "please tell me we're keying his car."
"no," you said, a dangerous plan instantly forming in your mind. "that gets us suspended. i need to hurt his pride. he thinks he's the best i can do? he think i'm going to spend the next month miserable? i'm going to show him exactly how fast i can move on."
yunah scoffed, "with who? every guy in our circle is friends with him. if you pick one of them, it'll just look like a messy rebound trap."
"then i won't pick someone from our circle," you responded simply.
your eyes scanned past the soccer field, past the popular kids crowding the benches, and landed on the quiet, shaded steps of the old building.
sitting there, completely unfazed by the lunchtime chaos, was yang jungwon.
he wasn't the type of nerd who hid in the back of the class making no eye contact. jungwon was the top of the class, the model student, and the president of the academic club. he was sharply dressed, his school blazer always perfectly pressed, and he carried himself with a quiet confidence that kept people from bothering him.
he was attractive, but in a structured, untouchable way. he simply didn't care about drama, which made him invisible to the popular crowd.
"jungwon?" yunah followed your gaze and gasped. "yang jungwon? the guy who corrected the calculus teacher last week? yn, he doesn't even look at girls. he looks at math equations."
"exactly," you said, a slow smirk spreading across your face. "he's perfect. no one would ever expect it. it'll drive wonbin insane trying to figure out how a guy like jungwon took his place."
"he's never going to agree to it. he doesn't do favors," yunah warned.
"everyone has a price, yunah," you muttered, turning on your heel and walking toward the old building. "i just have to find out what his is."
the old building was completely different from the loud, chaotic courtyard. it smelled like dusty book and whiteboard markers, and the hallway was dead silent.
you pushed open the heavy wooden door to the academic clubroom. the small click of the latch echoed loudly in the silent space.
sitting at the very back table, under the pale glow of the sun, was jungwon. he didn't look up immediately. he was leaning over a massive textbook, a pen moving smoothly across a sheet of grid paper. he looked like the definition of a model student.
you walked over, sneaker squeaking slightly on the floor, and stopped right in front of his desk.
jungwon capped his pen with a quiet click. he slowly lifted his head, sharp eyes blinking once, then twice, as he looked at you. there was no surprise on his face. he didn't get flustered seeing a popular student council member in his quiet room. he just looked at you like you were a minor distraction.
"are you lost?" he asked. his voice was calm and completely flat. "sorry, but this isn't the drama club."
"i'm not lost. i'm exactly where i want to be," you said, crossing your arms and trying to look confident, even though your heart was still hammering from the anger you felt. "i'm here for you, jungwon."
jungwon looked down at his watch, then back up at you. "you have exactly seven minutes left of lunch break. make it quick."
you took a deep breath, deciding to just lay it all out. "i need you to be my fake boyfriend."
the room went silent. jungwon didn't gasp, didn't blush, but stared at you for a long five seconds with his expression blank. then, he picked his pen back up, uncapped it, and looked back down at his book. "no," he answered.
"wait, what? you didn't even let me explain," you protested, leaning your hands on the edge of his desk.
"i don't need an explanation, yn," he responded, writing down another formula without skipping a beat. "playing pretend boyfriend is a waste of time. it doesn't help my grades, it doesn't look good on my college applications, and honestly, i don't care about whatever drama you have going on with wonbin."
your jaw dropped. "how do you even know about wonbin?"
"everyone knows. you guys are loud," he muttered, still not looking at you. "now, please leave. i need to finish this practice test before next period."
you bit your lip. yunah had been right. jungwon wasn't the type of guys you could just charm into doing a favor. he was like a wall of pure logic. but luckily, you had a secret weapon. you let out a soft laugh. "that's a real shame, jungwon. i guess you won't care about the student council's budget meeting next week either."
the pen paused. jungwon didn't move, but you could tell he was listening.
"what are you talking about?" he asked quietly.
"i'm the social media chair for the student council, remember?" you smirked. "i sit in on all the official meetings. yesterday, the treasurer went over the budget requests for next semester. i saw your club was on the list. you asked for quite a lot of money for a national competition and new math software."
jungwon slowly set his pen down and finally looked up. "go on."
"the request got rejected," you pouted, watching his expression carefully. "the treasurer said your club has zero student engagement. nobody joins, nobody comes to your events, and your social media page hasn't been updated since last year. the school thinks your club is dead weight. if things stay like this, they're cutting your funding completely by the end of the month."
his posture stiffened. you could tell this actually hit a nerve. he cared about this club more than anything.
"that's unfair," he frowned. "we do actual work here. we shouldn't lose our budget just because we don't throw parties like the sports teams."
"fair or not, that's how high school works," you replied, tilting your head. "but... i can fix it for you. i know exactly how to make this club look like the place to be. i can create a whole social media campaign, get people talking, and bring in new members. by two or three weeks, your engagement numbers will be so high the school won't have any choice but to give you the money."
jungwon leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. he looked at you, eyes scanning your face. "and in exchange, i have to pretend to date you so you can make your ex jealous."
"exactly," you nodded. "a simple trade. i save your club, you help me bruise wonbin's ego. it's a win-win."
jungwon was silent for a moment. you could practically see the gears turning in his head as he weighed the pros and cons. finally, he let out a soft sigh and shook his head with a tiny, reluctant smile tugging at the corner of his lips. he tore a clean sheet of paper out of his notebook, picked up his pen, and began to write.
"rule number one, no real feelings. this is a deal to get what we both need," he stated. "rule number two, we don't do pda unless it's necessary. and rule number three, don't text me after ten."
he spun the sheet around so it faced you. "sounds fair?" he asked with an easygoing smile plastered on his face.
you stared at the written rules, eyes scanning his neat handwriting. It felt surreal. just ten minutes ago, you were stressing out at your locker, and now you are signing a relationship "contract" with yang jungwon.
"fair," you muttered, picking up the pen and scribbling your signature at the bottom of the page. "but i have one condition to add."
jungwon tilted his head, "which is?"
"if wonbin or any of his friends try to slide a slick comment my way, you can't just stand there and ignore it. you have to actually act like you care," you said, handing the pen back to him. "a real boyfriend wouldn't just let his girlfriend get trash-talked."
jungwon took the pen and didn't hesitate as he wrote Rule #4 : Mutual Defense Protocol at the bottom of the sheet, signing his own name right next to yours.
the bell for the next class suddenly rang through the hallways, breaking the quiet tension in the room. you smiled, taking the pen back from him and stepping toward the door.
"i'll text you tonight, jungwon," you called out with a wink.
as the heavy wooden door clicked shut behind you, a rush of pure satisfaction washed over you. wonbin wanted to see you miserable? he was in for a very rude awakening.
that night, you were lying flat on your back in bed, staring blankly at your bedroom ceiling. the anger from earlier today had faded into a dull, restless energy. your phone buzzed against your stomach, making you flinch.
[yunah] :
did you talk to him?
is the nerd officially on the payroll?
[you] :
it's official!!!!
we signed a literal contract lmao
setting yunah's chat aside, you opened a new message window. you stared at the unsaved phone number jungwon had quickly scribbled on a sticky note before you left the clubroom. your thumb hovered over the keyboard for a minute.
what were you even supposed to say to a guy like jungwon?
you checked the digital clock on your nightstand, a glowing 9:55 p.m. nearly blinding you.
five minutes before his 10 p.m. rule, you thought, a small smirk playing on your lips. you quickly type out a text and hit send
[you] :
hey, it's yn
js checking in to plan out first public appearance
u awake?
you threw the phone face-down on your comforter, fully expecting him to take an hour to reply, or maybe just ignore it until the morning. but barely thirty seconds later, your phone vibrated.
[jungwon] :
Yeah, I'm awake.
Still studying.
You have 5 minutes before rule #3 goes in effect.
you let out a soft laugh, sitting up and leaning against your headboard. he was unbelievable.
[you] :
wow okay direct much
look, tmrw morning is the real test
wonbin always hangs out by the courtyard before the first bell rings
so we need to walk in together
there was a pause. the little typing bubble appeared, disappeared, then appeared again.
[jungwon] :
Do you want me to meet you at the school gate?
[you] :
yes!!
meet me by the bus stop at 7:45
we walk through the gates together
oh and make sure ur uniform looks nice
not that it doesn't usually
js look like a guy who is happy to see his gf
[jungwon] :
My uniform always looks nice.
And I don't know what a 'happy boyfriend' looks like.
Should I smile?
you stared at the text, completely amused. was he seriously asking for instructions on how to smile?
[you] :
yes jungwon
smiling seems like a good idea when ur dating someone
js act natural
don't look like ur walking to an execution
[jungwon] :
Understood.
I will adjust my expressions accordingly.
you rolled your eyes, but you couldn't stop the small smile growing on your face. he talked like a literal robot, but there was something oddly charming about how seriously he was taking this.
[you] :
perfect :)
see u at 7:45
don't be late!!!!
[jungwon] :
I'm never late.
It's 9:59 PM now.
Goodnight, yn.
The communication window is now closed.
you burst out laughing, staring at the screen as the clock strick exactly 10:00 p.m. you didn't even bother replying, knowing he probably wouldn't read it anyway.
you locked your phone and tossed it onto your nightstand, pulling the blankets up to your chin. for the first time in a week, you didn't go to sleep thinking about wonbin or the hurt in your chest. instead, your mind was completely occupied by a sharp-tongued nerd who was adjusting his schedule to fit you into it.
the next morning, your adrenaline was already running on high. you stood by the bus stop across from the school gates, shifting your weight from foot to foot.
you had spent an extra ten minutes in front of the mirror that morning, making sure your hair looked effortless and your lip tint was perfectly applies. if you were going to debut a new relationship, you had to look flawless.
you checked your phone. 7:44 a.m.
"right on time," a calm voice muttered from behind you.
you jumped slightly, turning around to see jungwon standing there. true to his word, his uniform was immaculate. his tie was perfectly centered, his blazer was buttoned, and his backpack was slung neatly over one shoulder.
"good morning to you too," you greeted. "you didn't sneak up on me on purpose, did you?"
"no. you were just staring at your phone like you were preparing for battle," he pointed out casually. "are you ready? i reviewed the courtyard layout. if your ex sits where he usually does, we'll walk past him."
you stared at him, a mixture of disbelief and amusement bubbling up inside you. "did you seriously map out a route?"
"efficiency is key, yn," he replied simply, but a tiny smirk played at his lips. "let's go."
as you both crossed the street and walked through the grand stone gates of the school, the atmosphere instantly shifted. the courtyard was packed with students chatting, laughing, and ragging their feet before the first bell.
and right there, leaning against the main brick arches just like you predicted, was wonbin. his arm was casually looped around minju's shoulders, laughing loudly at something a guy on the soccer team said.
"don't look at him," jungwon mumbled. "look at me."
you blinked, turning your head to face him. before you could say anything, he reached down. his long fingers slid against yours, his palm warm against your slightly cold skin. he squeezed your hand firmly, intertwining his fingers with yours without a single shred of hesitation.
your heart gave a violent, erratic thud against your ribs. your breath completely hitched in your throat. you looked down at your joined hands, then up at his face in pure shock.
rule number two, you thought wildly. no unnecessary touching.
jungwon didn't look flustered at all. he just leaned down slightly, tilting his head toward yours, a calm smile plastered on his face. "smile," he muttered. "you're supposed to happy, remember?"
up close, you noticed how clear his eyes were, and you could smell the faint scent of fresh laundry soap that drifted off his uniform. your hand in his felt steady, sending a warm tingle up your arm.
you didn't even have to fake the smile anymore—a genuine, slightly breathless laugh escaped your lips. right on cue, jungwon let out a soft chuckle too, his eyes crinkling at the corners. to anyone else looking, you two looked like a couple completely wrapped up in their own world, holding hands on a crisp morning.
"hey, isn't that...?" a voice from a distance said.
the loud laughter around the arches abruptly stopped. you risked a glance past jungwon's shoulder.
wonbin was staring directly at your joined hands. his arm had completely dropped from minju's shoulder. his jaw was tight, eyes slightly wide with utter confusion and irritation as he watched the school's top model student holding hands with his fresh ex-girlfriend. the look of bruised pride on his face was a work of art.
"target acquired," jungwon whispered, a sharp little dimple popping up on his cheek as he noticed wonbin's reaction. "he looks like he just swallowed a lemon."
you laughed out loud this time, feeling a massive wave of triumph wash over your chest. "you're a natural at this, jungwon."
"don't get used to it," he replied quietly.
even though you had completely walked past wonbin and entered the main hallway where the crowd thinned out, jungwon didn't immediately drop your hand. his fingers stayed securely locked with yours, his warm palm grounding as he walked you all the way to your classroom door.
only when you reached your desk did he finally let go, sliding his hand casually into his blazer pocket.
"see you at lunch, yn," he said with a small nod before turning on his heel.
by the time the fourth period bell rang, your phone was buzzing nonstop from the amount of notifications you received. yunah had texted you in all caps at least fifteen times, and a few people your wider social circle had subtly tried to ask if the rumors were true.
but the most satisfying notification was the one that didn't matter anymore. wonbin had posted a strangely moody quote on his private story. it was working.
you wrapped up your student council duties a few minutes early and headed toward the cafeteria. the loud room was already packed to the brim with students buying food, gossiping, and trading seats.
you scanned the room, eyes automatically bypassing the middle section where the popular kids and athletes usually crowded. instead, you looked toward the quiet tables near the windows.
there jungwon was, sitting alone at a four-person table, his back straight a neat bento box open in front of him. true to form, he had a small book propped up against his water bottle, his eyes scanning the words while he chewed. he looked isolated form the rest of the noisy cafeteria. at least until you walked over.
the moment you pulled out the chair across from him, you could feel the eyes burning into your back.
jungwon didn't look up immediately. he calmly chewed on his food, swallowed, and then closed his book with a quiet snap. "you're late by two minutes," he said.
"i had to drop off some paperwork at the council room." you explained, sitting down and setting your lunch tray on the table. you leaned in a little closer, lowering your voice. "did you see the hallway earlier? people are literally staring at us right now.
"i noticed. three different people in my homeroom asked me if i was being blackmailed. one of them asked if you were holding my grades hostage."
you choked on your milk, letting out a sudden laugh. "are you serious? what did you tell them?"
"i told them you fell for my brains," jungwon replied smoothly. "it seemed like the most believable lie."
before you could respond, a shadow fell over your table.
"yn?"
you froze, looking up to see wonbin standing at the edge of your table. he didn't have minju with him this time. he was alone, holding an energy drink, and his eyebrows were knitted together in a tight frown. he looked out of place standing near the quiet window tables.
"hey, wonbin," you said, keeping your voice steady. "can i help you with something?"
wonbin's eyes darted sharply from you to jungwon, who was currently taking a slow sip of his water, acting as if wonbin were invisible. "can we talk for a second? privately?" he asked, voice dropping as he leaned in slightly. "i just... i saw you this morning. with him. is this some kind of joke?"
"a joke?" you tilted your head, letting out an amused smile. "why would it be a joke?"
"because it's him," he hissed, pointing a finger vaguely toward jungwon. "i broke up with you last week, yn. you told me you were devastated. and now you're suddenly holding hands with the president of the academic club? it doesn't make any sense."
your blood started to run hot. the sheer nerve of this guy—who had literally replaced you—questioning your timeline was infuriating. you opened your mouth to snap back, but before a single word could leave your lips, someone else spoke up.
"it makes perfect sense if you could think logically."
jungwon's voice wasn't loud, but it was clear, cutting right through wonbin's words. jungwon set his water bottle down on the table with a firm thud. he didn't look angry. if anything, he looked entitely bored, which made it ten times worse for wonbin's ego.
wonbin snapped his gaze to jungwon. "what did you just say?"
"i said it's simple, wonbin," jungwon repeated, leaning back in his chair. "she was wasting her time with a guy who couldn't balance his own life, so she upgraded to someone who can. you told her you were too tired and busy for a relationship, right? well, i have plenty of time. especially for her."
you stared at jungwon, jaw dropping slightly. you had forgotten about the rule you had added yesterday. he wasn't just acting. he was completely shutting wonbin down with a calm precision that left no room for argument.
wonbin's face turned a deep shade of red. he opened his mouth to say something slick, but jungwon didn't give him the chance.
jungwon reached across the small table, his warm fingers gently wrapping around your wrist, pulling your hand into his. he didn't look at wonbin anymore, he just looked directly at you as his thumb lightly brushed against the back of your knuckles in a way that felt entirely unscripted.
"eat your lunch, yn," jungwon murmured, voice softening just enough to make your heart skip a beat.
wonbin stood there for three agonizing seconds, looking back and forth between your hands and jungwon's face. realizing he had completely lost this round, he let out and angry curse under his breath and stormed back to his friends.
your eyes locked on jungwon, who was already letting go of your hand and picking up his chopsticks.
"rule number four," he added quietly. "mutual defense protocol. did i do okay?"
you swallowed, heart hammering against your rips for a whole different reason than revenge. "uh, yeah. you did perfect."
that evening, after the final plan, your brain was completely fried. you packed your bags and walked down to the school library, which was mostly empty except for a few students studying for exams.
you found jungwon tucked away in the very back corner. he already had his laptop open, a neat notebook placed beside it, and, to your surprise, two plastic cup sitting on the wooden table. one was a plain iced americano, and the other was a cold strawberry milk.
you pulled out the chair across from him and dropped your bag onto the floor. "is that for me?" you questioned, pointing at the strawberry milk.
his hand reached out and lightly pushed the cup toward you. "you didn't get to finish yours at lunch because of the interruption. i factored it into my budget for the day," he said. your heart did a tiny flip. you picked up the sweet drink, the cold plastic cooling down your warm hands. "thanks, jungwon. that's so sweet of you."
"don't read into it," he looked up at you. "if my fake girlfriend looks miserable and dehydrated, the rumors won't hold up. now, show me what we're working with."
you rolled your eyes as you sat down and pulled out your tablet. "alright, mr. logic. let's look at your club's official page."
for the next two hours, the school drama completely melted away. you showed jungwon the analytics, pointing out how the club's old posts were just blocks of boring text and blurry photos of whiteboards.
"see? no one wants to read a text wall of theories on their feed," you pointed out, leaning over the table to give him a clearer view. "we need aesthetic shots. soft lighting, candid photos of you guys studying, maybe some fun short videos. we need to make your club look like a cozy place to hang out."
jungwon watched your fingers move across the screen, listening intently. you noticed how focused he was. he didn't interrupt you once. he actually respected your expertise the same way you respected his intelligence.
"i see," he mumbled. he looked up and for a second, he just stared at you. "you're actually really good at this."
"of course i am," you whispered back, suddenly feeling a little breathless from how close he was sitting. "i don't just post selfies, jungwon. i know what i'm doing."
"clearly," he said softly. he cleared his throat and leaned back, breaking the intense eye contact. "the library closes in ten minutes. we should continue this over the weekend. there's a quiet café near the subway station. meet me there on saturday noon?"
"a saturday date?" you teased, raising an eyebrow. "is that allowed under the contract?"
and on saturday, the café was warm and smelled heavily of roasted coffee beans. it was a rainy afternoon, the drops tapping softly against the windows. you walked in wearing an oversized sweater and jeans, scanning the room until you spotted a familiar dark-haired boy sitting by the window.
jungwon was wearing a casual black hoodie, looking different without his stiff school uniform, he looked softer, and incredibly handsome.
as you approached the table, he looked up form his book. his eyes blinked, tracking you for a second, and his usual calm expression faltered just a tiny bit. he closed his book shut with a snap.
"hey," you smiled. "have you been waiting long?"
"no, just a few minutes," he answered, voice a little softer than usual. he cleared his throat, eyes lingering on your sweater before meeting your gaze. "you... look nice today. the sweater looks pretty on you."
your cheeks instantly flared up with a sudden, warm blush. you sat down quickly, trying to his your flustered face by adjusting your bag. "oh. thanks, jungwon. i didn't think you noticed things like clothes."
"just being observant," he murmured, a tiny bit of pink dusting the tip of his ears as he looked down at his coffee cup. "you're not wearing your blazer," you noted. he squinted his eyes playfully. "it's the weekend. even i don't wear uniform to bed."
you let out a genuine chuckle. "good to know," you said. "i kind of pictured you sleeping in a three-piece suit with a calculator in hand."
his shoulder shook a little as he laughed. "i'm a regular person, yn. i don't just eat, sleep, and breathe math equations."
as the afternoon passed, your laptops surprisingly stayed in your bags. you meant to work on the social media layout, but instead, you found yourself just talking.
you learned that jungwon disliked spicy food, loved listening to indie music, and was fiercely protective of his older sister. in return, you found yourself telling him about how stressed you were about your upcoming student council elections, and how much you feared failing people's expectations.
jungwon listened to you talk, his chin resting in his hand, eyes never leaving your face. there was no audience here. wonbin wasn't around to see. but jungwon was dialed in.
"you worry too much about what everyone else thinks," he commented quietly, breaking a short silence. his voice was gentle. "you're smart, and you work harder than anyone else in that council. you don't need to prove anything to people who don't matter."
you stared at him, heart skipping a massive beat. the smile he usually had was gone, replaced by a look of pure sincerity.
"thanks," you murmured, suddenly feeling very warm despite the chilly rain outside.
he blinked, suddenly realizing how intense the mood had gotten. he swallowed, pulling his phone out of his pocket to check the time. "it's... 4:30 already. we've been here for a while."
"we didn't even talk about the social media plan," you realized, looking at your bag.
jungwon stood up, pulling his hoodie over his head a bit more as he grabbed his things. he looked down at you, that small smirk returning to his face. "that's fine. we can call it a successful team-building exercise. see you on monday."
the next monday morning brought a weird, buzzing energy. sitting in third-period english class, you kept finding your eyes drifting toward the middle row where jungwon sat for it was the only class you had with him. but every time you remembered how soft he looked with his hoodie, or the way he murmured "the sweater looks pretty on you," your stomach did a little flutter.
"alright, quiet down," the teacher called out, clapping her hands. "for the next two weeks, we'll be doing a literature analysis project. i've already assigned your partners. look at the board."
a collective groan echoed through the room. you scanned the screen until you found your name.
yn and park sunghoon.
you blinked. sunghoon was one of wonbin's close friends from the varsity sports circle. he was effortlessly handsome, highly popular, and incredibly charismatic.
before you could even process it, sunghoon slid into the empty set next to you with a charming look on his face.
"hey, partner," he muttered, leaning his elbow on your desk. he leaned in a little closer than necessary. "looks like we're stuck together. don't worry about the heavy lifting, though, i'll handle the writing if you handle the presentation. deal?"
"oh. yeah, sure," you nodded, pulling your chair back a tiny bit to create some space. "that works."
"perfect," sunghoon pulled out his phone, sliding it across your desk with grin. "type your number in. you know, so we can... collaborate after hours."
across the classroom, the sharp snap of a lead pencil breaking echoed quietly.
you didn't notice, but it was jungwon's pencil. he stared down at his notebook, jaw tight as he stared at the broken piece of graphite. he didn't understand why his chest suddenly felt tight, or why he felt and urge to throw his notebook at the back sunghoon's head.
it's just an english project, jungwon told himself. she can talk to whoever she wants.
but as sunghoon leaned even closer, laughing at a quiet comment you made, jungwon's grip on his pen tightened until his knuckles turned white.
the moment the bell rang for lunch, sunghoon stood up, giving you a wink. "text me later."
as sunghoon walked out, jungwon was on his feet. he marched right up your desk, grabbing your bag before you could even reach for it. "hey!" you gasped. jungwon didn't say a word. he only gripped the strap, face an unreadable mask of irritation as he pulled out out into the hallway.
"jungwon, what's wrong with you?" you asked, trying to keep up with his fast strides as he led you toward the quieter hallway near the student council storage lockers. "why are you acting like this?"
he stopped abruptly, turning around to face you. "rule number four."
"what?"
"mutual defense protocol," he continued. "sunghoon is wonbin's friend. he was crowding your space on purpose to test the waters. a real boyfriend wouldn't just sit there and let another guy hit on his girlfriend right in front of him."
your frown deepened. "he was just asking for my number for the project, jungwon. were you... jealous?"
"i don't get jealous, yn. it's a useless emotion," he snapped quickly, though a faint hint of red rushed up his neck. "i'm simply executing the terms of our contract with the best i could give."
"right. the contract," you mumbled, feeling a sudden drop in your stomach.
the rest of the school day passed in a complete blur. but no matter how hard you tried to focus on your remaining classes, your mind kept looping back to the tight grip jungwon had on your bag and the tense tone of his voice.
you were still trying to untangle those thoughts after the final bell rang, having volunteered to help the council organize the old sports equipment storage room. you had also offered to lock up the room.
you clicked the padlock shut and turned around, only to freeze.
wonbin was standing at the end of the hall, hands stuffed into his pockets. he had been waiting for you.
"yn," he said, stepping forward. without his friends around, he looked less confident, but his voice still carried that annoying edge. "we need to talk."
"we have nothing to talk about, wonbin," you replied coldly before trying to walk past him.
wonbin stepped into your path, blocking the exit. "come on, stop playing games. i saw how sunghoon was looking at you during class today. and then the nerd dragged you out like he owned you. are you really going to keep up this pathetic act?"
"it's not an act," you snapped through gritted teeth, temper flaring.
"please," he scoffed, letting out a condescending laugh. "we both know you're just using him to get back at me. yang jungwon? the guy doesn't even know how to hold a conversation unless it's about studies. he's completely dry, yn. a girl like you is going to get bored of a robot like him in a week. he doesn't actually care about you. he probably doesn't even know how to care about someone."
the words stung, mostly because a small, insecure part of your brain feared he was right. you opened your mouth to yell at him, but a heavy step echoed from the stairwell.
"i know exactly how to care for what's mine," a voice cut through the tension.
you turned your head. jungwon walked out of the shadows of the stairwell. his blazer was unbuttoned, making him look surprisingly imposing. his face was completely devoid of its usual smirk. his eyes were pure, dark ice.
wonbin narrowed his eyes. "oh, look. the bodyguard arrived."
jungwon didn't even acknowledge wonbin's sarcasm. he walked straight past him, stopping right in front of you. before you could say a word, jungwon reached out. his hand slid firmly around your waist, strong fingers gripping your hip and pulling you flush against his side.
your breath caught completely in your throat. you were pressed so close to him you could feel the thud of his heartbeat. his touch was heavy and warm.
"i told you before, wonbin. my time is completely clear for her," jungwon repeated, voice dangerously low and quiet in the empty hallway. "that means i don't appreciate you cornering my girlfriend in empty halls. and i definitely don't appreciate a guy who couldn't even keep her loyalty trying to lecture me on how to treat her."
wonbin's jaw clenched, fists tightening in his pockets. he looked at jungwon's hand securely wrapped around your waist, then at how closely you were leaning to jungwon's chest. the dominance coming off jungwon was something wonbin clearly hadn't calculated.
"whatever," he backed down as his pride took another massive hit. "have fun with your charity case, yn." he turned on his heel and stormed out the back doors, slamming them behind him.
but jungwon didn't let you go.
his hand stayed firmly on your waist, keeping you anchored against him. you slowly lifted your head, eyes meeting his. his dark eyes were wide, his breathing a little shallow.
"jungwon..." you whispered, heart hammering wildly against your chest. "wonbin's gone. you can let go now."
jungwon stared down at your lips, then back up to your eyes. his fingers twitched against your waist, tightening just the littlest bit instead of releasing you. for a terrifying, beautiful second, it looked like he was going to lean down.
then, he blinked, as if suddenly waking up from a trance. he abruptly pulled his hand back, stepping half a foot away from you. he ran a hand through his hair, looking flustered for the first time since you met him.
"right," he muttered, voice slightly strained as he stared at the floor. "i'll walk you to the bus stop."
as you walked beside him in silence, you realized with absolute certainty that rule number one—no real feelings—was dead. and the scariest part?
you think jungwon knew it too.
the atmosphere in the academic clubroom the next afternoon was heavy with awkwardness. after the hallway incident yesterday, neither of you had quite figured out how to look each other in the eye.
"okay," you clapped your hands together to break the ice and setting your digital camera on the main table. "if we want to save the club's digital footprint, we need content. and since you're the club president, you will be the model."
jungwon, who had been neatly stacking books, froze. he looked at you with widened eyes. "model? yn, i am an academic competitor. i don't 'model.'"
"you do now," you smirked, pulling out a chair. "sit down. prop an open textbook in front of you and... i don't know, pretend you're reading. but look casual. don't grip the pen too tight."
jungwon let out a defeated sigh that puffed out his cheeks, but he followed your instructions anyway. he saw down, opened a thick calculus book, and gripped his pencil.
but the moment you raised the camera to your eye and looked through the viewfinder, his entire body locked up. his shoulders went completely rigid, his jaw clenched so tightly a small muscle feathered in his cheek, and he stared down at the pages like he was trying to burn a hole through the paper.
you lowered the camera, giggling. "jungwon, you look like you're under interrogation. relax your shoulders. look up at me."
he lifted his gaze. "i am relaxed. this is my studying posture."
"you look like a statue," you teased, stepping closer to the table. you leaned down slightly, the scent of his laundry soap drifting over you. "come on, yang jungwon. where's that smirk you always give me when you're quoting the contract or correcting my data? give me a little bit of that."
and for a second, his exterior completely cracked. a sudden, genuine laugh broke through his stiff expression, eyes crinkling tightly at the corners and that unmistakable dimple showing on his right cheek.
click.
"perfect!" you cheered, pulling the camera back to quickly check the screen. "see? look how good you look when you actually smile."
curiosity getting the better of him, jungwon stood up and walked around the table to stand right beside you. he leaned in close to peer at the tiny screen, his shoulder pressing firmly against yours. you could feel the heat radiating off his uniform blazer, the distance making your breath hitch.
"i look... strange," he murmured, voice low and vibrating right next to your ear.
but when you looked at him. he wasn't looking at the camera screen anymore. he was looking down at your profile, sharp eyes tracing the line of your jaw, completely focused. you swallowed, "you don't look strange. you look handsome, jungwon. the school's going to love it."
he cleared his throat, stepping back just a bit, though his eyes remained fixed on you. "if you say so. send me the drafts tonight. we need to approve the text before publishing."
"actually," you turned to face him and tapped the chair next to you. "sit. we'll filter them together right now. it saves us time."
jungwon hesitated for a split second before sitting on the chair so close that your knees occasionally brushed under the table. for the next thirty minutes, the fake relationship and the school drama completely faded into the background.
"no, we can't use that harsh white lighting," you argued, tilting the screen toward him. "it looks cold. we need a warm tone. it makes the club look cozy, like a place people actually want to spend their afternoons."
as you adjusted the settings to the picture, jungwon stayed quiet. unbeknownst to you, he was watching you rather than the camera. his head was tilted slightly, a soft expression settling over his face.
"see," you pointed at the results. "it looks comfortable somehow."
you turned your head only to find his eyes already locked on you. your fingers froze on the camera buttons. there was no audience here. wonbin wasn't hiding in the hallway, and there were no rumors to protect in an empty clubroom. but the way he was looking at you felt entirely unscripted.
he blinked furiously. "it's getting late. we should head out before the janitor locks the building."
"uh... yeah," you broke eye contact, glancing everywhere but him. and as you packed your camera into your bag, your hands were shaking just a little.
when you walked together out of the front doors, the sky had already turned a pretty shade of orange, the evening air cool against your skin after spending time in the warm room.
neither of spoke for the first few minutes, just walking side-by-side toward the main gates. but it wasn't an uncomfortable silence. your shoulders occasionally brushed as you walked, and every time they did, a tiny spark of electricity seemed to bounce between you.
"the photos really turned out well," jungwon broke the silence as you both turned onto the sidewalk leading to the bus stop. "you're smart with that stuff."
"thanks," you smiled, glancing at him. "i just know what people like to see. i'll edit the best ones when i get home and type up some caption ideas."
"sounds good," he nodded, stopping as you both finally reached the bus stop shelter. "but don't send them to me via text. the quality drops too much."
you tilted your head. "then how should i show you?"
jungwon gulped, eyes briefly darting away to look at the street before meeting your gaze again. "just... video call me. facetime. that way you can share your screen and show me the edits in real-time."
you bit your lip to hid a grin. "okay. what time? you have that ten p.m. rule, remember?"
"let's do ten-thirty," jungwon said smoothly with a playful glint in his eyes. "i'll give us an official extension for club business. don't be late."
"i won't," you laughed.
right on cue, the loud hiss of brakes signaled the arrival of your bus. the large vehicle pulled up to the curb, its door sliding open with a heavy rattle. you gripped the strap of your backpack, suddenly feeling reluctant to leave. "well, that's my bus. i'll see you on screen at ten-thirty, jungwon."
"yeah," he muttered. "get home safely, yn."
you gave him one final wave, stepped onto the bus, and scanned your transit card. as the bus pulled away from the curb, you looked out the window. jungwon was still standing under the shelter, hands by his sides, waiting for your bus to leave.
by the time you arrived home, finished showering, changed into your pajamas, and ate a quick dinner, the clock on your desk read 10:20 p.m. you sat on your bed, propping your laptop on your knees and opening the editing software. the photos from earlier looked even better on the larger screen. jungwon's genuine smile radiated warmth.
you kept glancing at the bottom right corner of your screen, watching the minutes tick by.
10:27.
10:28.
10:29.
the exact second the clock flipped to 10:30 p.m., your phone began to buzz loudly against your comforter. the screen lit up with an upcoming video call from jungwon.
a nervous flutter erupted in your stomach. you quickly shook out your hair, took a deep breath, and pressed the green button to answer.
the screen stabilized, and your breath caught in your throat. jungwon was sitting cross-legged on his bed, leaning back against a pile of neat gray pillows. he looked entirely different from his daytime self. he was in a plain, fitted back tank top that made his shoulders look broad.
but the thing that made your heart skip a massive beat was his face—he was wearing a pair of round, thick-rimmed glasses that you had never seen before.
he looked devastatingly attractive.
"hey," he said. his voice sounded deeper and a little sleepy through the phone speaker. "let's just go straight to the photos."
for the next forty-five minutes, you worked together, but it felt cozy. you walked him through the aesthetic choices, zooming in on the warm, golden filters you had applied to the photos. and after a while, you finally wrote the perfect caption.
[STUDENT MEDIA EXCLUSIVE] Big things are happening! The Academic Club is hosting an Open House next Thursday after school in the Academic Clubroom. You won't want to miss what our Club President, Yang Jungwon, had in store. See you there! (Spoiler Alert : There will be snacks!)
"it's actually not that bad," he tilted his head.
"see? i told you to trust me," you teased before turning off the screen share. you rested your chin on your hand and stared at him on your screen. "i know what i'm doing."
the line went quiet for a moment. you could hear the faint sound of your air conditioner humming. you couldn't stop looking at his glasses. "you look different with those glasses," you pointed out. "i didn't know you needed them."
he tapped the side of his glasses. "i only wear them at night when my eyes are tired from reading. do they... look weird?"
"no," you whispered honestly. "they look really good on you, jungwon. you look soft."
through the screen, you could see the tips of his ears turn red. he looked away from the camera for a second. when he looked back at you, his eyes were gentle. "thank you."
he glanced at the clock on his wall, "it's eleven-fifteen. you should sleep. we have classes tomorrow, anyway."
and the next morning, the school was quiet as you walked through the main doors. it was still early, so the hallways weren't packed yet. only a few students were standing by their lockers, talking low voices. your shoes made soft tapping sounds as you walked toward the locker area.
you turned the corner and spotted a familiar figure standing there. he was already dressed perfectly in his uniform, school bag hanging neatly.
but as you got closer, you stopped in your tracks. your eyes widened.
jungwon had turned his head to look at you, and your jaw nearly dropped. he looked normal with his school uniform, but resting on the bridge of his nose were the exact same glasses he had worn on the video call last night.
in the bright, morning sunlight streaming through the windows, he looked breathtaking. the glasses softened his sharp features, making him look less like the untouchable top student and more like... a boy you could actually reach.
"jungwon?" you blinked, staring up at his face. "you're wearing your glasses. i thought you only wore them at night in your room."
jungwon's eyes darted around the hallway for a split second, a sudden hint of shyness passing over his face. he lifted his hand and adjusted the thick frames with his index finger, a faint pink blush creeping up his neck and dusting the tips of his ears.
"well, i did read this morning," he mumbles, his voice still a little scratchy. he looked down at you, dark eyes staring into your behind the lenses. "and... someone told me last night that they looked good. i decided to test the theory in daylight."
your heart did a joyful backflip. he had actually worn them to school just because you liked them.
before you could even think of a response, the heavy sound of footsteps echoed from the stairs. a group of people were walking down, laughing loudly and talking to each other.
suddenly, jungwon stepped to you. he didn't hesitate or look back. he closed the distance between your bodies, blocking the view of your face.
then he reached out. his hand rose slowly, his long, warm fingers gently tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear. his touch didn't pull away immediately. instead, his knuckled lingered against the soft skin of your cheek, brushing against it with a tender warmth. he leaned down, bringing his face so close to yours that you could see the tiny reflection of yourself in his lenses.
"morning, pretty," he murmured. his voice was just loud enough for the passing students to hear, making sure everyone knew exactly who you belonged to. but his eyes were completely focused on you. "did you sleep well?"
you were so flustered, he had never used a pet name before. "y-yeah," you managed to whisper, your hands tightly gripping the straps of your backpack. "i slept well. did you?"
jungwon's eyes softened, and a knowing smirk touched the corner of his lips. he clearly enjoyed how shy you had become under his touch. "i did," he whispered back, his thumb giving your cheek one last gentle pat before he finally pulled his hand away. he didn't step back, though. he stayed standing right next to you, free hand nearly touching yours as he reached out to close his locker.
at lunchtime, your phone nearly melted in your blazer due to the stream of notifications you received. the caption you and jungwon finalized the night before, along with that gorgeous photo of him smiling had gone completely viral across the school.
as you walked down the hallway to head to the cafeteria, you didn't even need to look at your screen to know it was a hit. the chatter was everywhere.
"did you see the post about the academic club? since when is jungwon that handsome?" a sophomore girl squealed to her friend by the water fountain.
"look at his smile in that picture. the lighting makes him look like an idol," another student whispered, holding up her phone. "i'm definitely going to that open house just to see him."
you bit your lip, a proud smile tucking at your lips. your vision for the club page had worked perfectly.
when you walked into the cafeteria, you spotted jungwon sitting at his usual table. he looked totally overwhelmed, shoulders tense as he stared down at his phone with a look of disbelief. every few seconds, a a girl walking past his table would look over, giggle, or wave. jungwon would give them a stiff nod before looking back down at his screen.
the second you slid into the plastic seat across him, he looked up. his eyes screamed for help.
"yn," he sighed heavily. "my phone has been ringing since first period. the club's follower count increased by four hundred percent in less than twelve hours. what exactly did you do to that photo?"
"i didn't do anything crazy," you laughed, picking up your spoons. "i just told you the truth. i know how to make things look good. people love seeing a softer side of the scary top student. look at the comments!"
jungwon looked down at his screen again, thumb scrolling through the comments sections. "someone commented that they are skipping dance practice next thursday to attend our open house."
"see! everyone loves it. it's hype," you teased. then, your eyes drifted past his shoulder. "and speaking of hype... look behind you."
jungwon turned his head slightly. across the cafeteria, sitting at the big center table, was wonbin. he was surrounded by his circle, but he wasn't eating. he was staring directly at his phone with a furious expression, jaw clenched tightly. sunghoon was next to him, teasing him abouy how much attention your "nerd boyfriend" was getting.
wonbin looked up, his angry eyes moving to you and jungwon sitting together.
jungwon didn't flinch. he turned back around to face you, the lenses of his glasses catching the bright light. a smile spread across his face.
"your marketing logic is flawless, partner," he praised. he leaned forward a bit, eyes twinkling. "you completely ruined him without saying a single word to him. i have to admit, it's great work."
"hey, we're a team," you smiled, your heart fluttering at the word partner. "we're just getting started."
jungwon let out a quiet laugh, but then he paused. he looked down at his phones, scrolling through the comments again, and a sudden look of realization crossed his face. he tapped his fingers against the plastic table, clearly thinking about something.
"right, so... we might have a bit of a problem for next thursday," he said, looking at you.
"a problem?" you raised your eyebrows, pausing with your food. "what's wrong?"
"based on the likes and comments on the post, a ton of people are actually planning to show up to our open house," he explained. he rubbed the back of his neck, looking a little embarrassed. "the club's current snack supply is only three tea bags and a half-empty box of crackers. we don't have anything to give them."
you let out a rather loud laugh. "so the genius president remembers everything but the snacks?"
"well, i didn't expect so many people to care," jungwon defended himself quickly. his voice then dropped to a whisper. "i really need your help. if i go alone, i'll probably just buy plain crackers and bottled water. i have no idea what kind of snacks people actually want. will you come to the supermarket with me after school?"
a grocery store run. it sounded so sweet and domestic—like something a real boyfriend and girlfriend would do together on a random afternoon.
"an official snack mission?" you cocked an eyebrow.
he smiled at you, the dimple yet again showing on his cheek as he nodded. "exactly. i'll wait for you by the lockers later."
true to his word, jungwon was waiting by your locker after school, already there after you exited your classroom. he had his school slung over a shoulder, his uniform unbuttoned, and those glasses were still resting perfectly on his nose. "ready?" he questioned, a welcoming smile lighting up his face the second he saw you walking up. "ready," you grinned back.
when you stepped through the automatic glass doors of the supermarket, the cool, air-conditioned air hit your face. jungwon walked over to the neatly lined rows of shopping carts. he pulled one out and pushed it over to you, gripping the plastic handle with both hands.
"alright, guide me," he said, glancing around at the brightly lit aisles. "where do we start?"
"we need sweet things and salty things," you mentioned, taking the lead and walking toward the snack aisle. "since it's an event after school, people will be hungry after classes."
as you reached the chip area, he stopped and stared at the massive wall of colorful bags, looking completely lost. he tilted his head with a small frown. "there are too many options," he muttered, reaching out to pick up a bag of unsalted potato chips. "how about these?"
"no way," you chuckled, gently taking the bag out of his hand and putting it back on the shelf. "nobody wants plain chips. we need the spicy ones and the sour cream and onion ones."
you grabbed three large bags of the popular spicy chips and dropped them into the cart. "this is exactly why i brought you," he murmured. "left to my own devices, people would have hated me."
"they wouldn't hate you. they'd just think you're some kind of robot," you teased.
"ouch," he laughed quietly, playing along by placing a hand on his chest.
as you moved over to another aisle, you spotted a specific brand of chocolate-covered strawberries in the refrigerator—your favorite treat. you lingered in front of the glass door for a second, staring at them, but decided not to grab them since they weren't exactly "club snacks."
you turned back around to help jungwon choose some juice boxes and soda cans. jungwon was focused, carefully checking the prices and quantities, making sure there would be enough. it was cute seeing how seriously he took his role as president, even when it came to buying juice.
while you were busy comparing the orange juice brands, jungwon quietly stepped aside for a brief moment. you didn't think much of it until he walked back, pushing the cart with a straight face.
you looked down into the cart and nearly gasped. right on top of the soda boxes was the exact container of chocolate-covered strawberries you had been looking at earlier.
"jungwon?" you looked at him, heart doing a flutter. "what is this?"
jungwon bit the inside of his cheek, eyes darting to the side before locking back with yours. a red tint crept up his cheeks, contrasting beautifully with his dark hair. "i noticed you looking at them," he answered softly, voice a gentle register. he adjusted his glasses, looking a little shy but sincere. "consider it an extra payment for your excellent marketing services. and... because you worked hard. you deserve it."
you stared at him, speechless. here, there was nothing and no one for him to perform for. he had bought them simply because he saw you wanted them.
"thank you," you whispered, a massive smile spreading across your face.
"don't mention it," he murmured, the corners of his lips tucking up into a sweet smile. "let's go pay."
after paying for the massive bags of chips, juice boxes, soda cans, and your favorite chocolate strawberries, you and jungwon walked back to the school. it was completely quiet now, the hallways empty and peaceful in the dim evening light.
you both entered the academic clubroom and dumped the heavy plastic bags onto the main wooden table.
"wow," you sighed, stretching your arms out as you sat down on a chair. "that was a workout. at least we won't starve next thursday."
"indeed. the inventory is now full," jungwon grinned. he began organizing the juice boxes into a straight line on the shelf, his glasses slipping slightly down his nose.
watching him look so focused, you couldn't help but think about how much things had changed. you leaned your chin on your hand, staring at him. "you know, jungwon... you're actually being really nice about all of this. aren't you tired of dealing with my school drama?"
jungwon paused, a juice box still in hand. he turned to face you, leaning his hip against the shelf. "it's part of our arrangement," he replied. "the deal is to maintain the image of a couple to hurt wonbin's ego."
"i know," you murmured, playing with the edge of your blazer. "but we've only really been seen together at school. do you think people actually believe it? wonbin looks mad, sure. but i feel like he's waiting for us to slip up."
jungwon walked over to the table and sat on the chair right next to yours. he leaned a little closer. "i've been thinking about that too, actually," he admitted. "if we only hang out before classes and in the cafeteria, it looks a bit too convenient. real couples don't just exist inside the school. they also do things on the weekends."
you tilted your head, confusion washing over your expression. "what do you mean?"
"i mean we should take this outside of school," he shrugged, looking straight into your eyes. "we should go on a fake date this saturday. like the street festival downtown. we can take some photos together, post them on your personal feed, and give the people undeniable proof."
your stomach flipped. a date? even if it's fake?
"a weekend date?" you repeated. "just for the photos?"
"for visual evidence," jungwon nodded easily, though you noticed his ears turning a little red. "it'll completely solidify the narrative. it's the most logical next step for the contract."
you smiled, seeing right through his logic-talk. he was just as nervous as you were. "alright, president. if it's for the contract, i guess i can clear my saturday schedule for you."
and that saturday afternoon, the sun was bright when you met jungwon outside the train station. the plan for the day was simple, written down neatly in your shared document. since the open house was only a few days away, you needed a few casual but cute photos of the two of you out on a date to keep the rumors alive.
you were adjusting the strap of your digital camera when you heard footsteps.
"am i late?"
you looked up, and your heart did that familiar thud. jungwon was standing there, wearing a light gray knit sweater with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows, dark jeans, and clean white sneakers. and of course, not forgetting the glasses.
"right on time," you smiled, tucking your camera into your bag. "you look good today, president."
jungwon's eyes crinkled as a small smirk touched his lips. "you don't look too bad yourself, partner. let's go. the street festival is just two blocks away."
the festival was packed with people and filled with the smell of fried food, loud music, and colorful booths. for the first hour, you focused on the mission. you took photos of jungwon holding a snack, and he took photos of you smiling by a flower stall.
"we have enough options," jungwon said, leaning over your shoulder to look at the camera screen. "sure, but we need one together! come closer," you suggested, turning the camera toward both of your faces.
just as you were about to click the button, a loud voice cut through the crowd.
"wait, yn? jungwon?"
you both froze and turned around. standing there with a cup of iced tea was wonhee, a girl from your homeroom class who loved school gossip. perfect. her eyes were wide with excitement as she looked at the two of you. "oh my gosh, it is you guys! so you guys are actually dating?"
your breath hitched. but before you could panic further, jungwon moved. he didn't hesitate for a single second. he slid his arm around your waist, pulling you so your bodies were flushed together. his hand rested on your hip. "hey, wonhee," he greeted. he then glanced down at you with a gaze so sweet it made your brain short-circuit. "yeah, we wanted to spend some time together away from school today."
wonhee squealed. "wow, jungwon, ive never seen you look at anyone like that. you guys look so cute together!"
"thank you," you said, playing along. you leaned into his chest, resting your head on his sweater right over his heart. you could hear it beating fast against your ear. "we're just having a fun day."
"i won't ruin your date, promise. see you on monday!" she giggled, waving as she disappeared back into the crowd.
the second she was gone, jungwon's hand stayed on your waist for a long beat, thumb brushing against your side. when he finally stepped back, his neck was red. "that was a close call," he looked anywhere but at your face. "good acting."
"yeah," you mumbled, skin still tingling where his hand had been. "you too."
after that, your camera stayed in your bag. the "acting" had felt a little too real, and the rest of the afternoon, you both forgot about the deal entirely.
you dragged him over to a shooting gallery booth, where an adorable plush cat was hanging. "watch and learn, mr. president," you teased, confidently paying the booth vendor and lifting the plastic toy rifle. you took careful aim at the small targets, fired three times, and missed every single shot.
jungwon let out a quiet chuckle, leaning his shoulder against the booth frame as he watched you pout. "is that the social media committee technique? aiming for the wall?"
"i just wasn't focused!" you defended, face burning as you handed him the toy gun. "let's see you do it."
"easy. it's just basic trajectory," he confidently replied, a smirk playing on his lips. he adjusted his glasses, stepped up to the counter, and lifted the rifle. his posture became straight, eyes locking onto the targets with focus.
pop. pop. pop.
three shots, three perfect hits.
the vendor let out a whistle, along with an applause, and handed over the plush cat. jungwon took it with a triumphant grin, dimple popping up as he immediately tucked the plush under your arm.
"trajectory," he whispered playfully, leaning down close to your ear so only you could hear him. "you're welcome."
you hugged the fluffy cat to your chest, heart doing a foolish little flip. after that, you ate cotton candy together, laughing until your stomachs hurt when a gust of wind blew a piece of pink sugar right onto the tip of jungwon's nose.
you truly had the best time.
around five o'clock, the sky suddenly turned dark. within minutes, rain started pouring down. "shit!" you gasped, covering your head.
jungwon grabbed your wrist, his grip firm, and pulled you along as he ran toward a narrow alleyway between two brick buildings. it was a tiny, sheltered space under a concrete roof, just big enough to shield you both.
"too close," jungwon panted as you both burst into the small space. he took off his glasses, which were covered in raindrops, and used his sweater to wipe them clean.
when he put them back on and looked up, you realized just how small the space actually was. because of the pouring rain, jungwon had to be in your personal space. he was standing less than two inches away from you. you could feel the warmth of his breath and the scent of his cologne.
the world shrank down to just the two of you in the dim light.
"yn," he called. "yeah?" you murmured, heart beating so loudly you were sure he could hear it.
jungwon's eyes shifted down to you lips for a split second before returning to your eyes. his jaw clenched, as if he were fighting every single instinct to keep his distance. "it doesn't look like the rain's gonna stop any time soon."
you looked straight into his eyes. "i don't mind waiting here with you."
an unreadable look passed over jungwon's face. he leaned in as he looked out at the sheets of water splashing against the pavement, then scanned your face. "today... when wonhee saw us," he started. "i told her we wanted to spend time together away from school."
you nodded slowly, "yeah. it was a good excuse."
"it wasn't an excuse," he blurted before he could overthink it. "i really did want to. the contract just gave me a reason to ask."
your heart stopped for a beat. you stared up at him, trying to read the expression he had on. you swallowed nervously. "jungwon, are you saying...?"
"i enjoyed today," he interrupted softly. he tucked his hands into his jeans pockets, looking down at the space between your shoes to avoid eye contact. "more than i expected to. i usually find crowds a little stressful. but today, i didn't care about the crowd at all."
he didn't explicitly say 'i like being with you,' but the quiet confession hung in the air, heavier than the storm.
"i enjoyed it too," you offered a small smile. "especially the parts where we weren't taking photos."
jungwon gazed back up at you. the cold academic club president you knew was gone. slowly and hesitantly, he took a hand out of his pocket. his fingers hovered in the small space between you.
he didn't grab your hand this time. instead, his hand drifted closer until his pinky fingers gently brushed against yours.
you didn't pull away.
feeling your permission, jungwon slowly hooked his pinky around yours. his skin was warm and slightly trembling, his finger tightening just enough to lock yours in place. it was such a small touch, but it felt louder than any other public display of affection.
"then let's not think about the photos next time," he muttered. you smiled, blushing hard, making him giggle lightly at your face.
later that night, your phone vibrated against your mattress. you reached for it and your breath caught when you saw jungwon text you.
you unlocked the phone to see the text. he had sent an image file.
you tapped it, and a photo filled your screen. it was a candid picture he had taken of you when you were standing by the flower stall. you hadn't even realized he clicked the shutter at that exact moment. you were looking sideways, laughing at something he had said, with the sunlight hitting your hair perfectly. it looked soft, warm, and happy.
[jungwon] :
I was looking through the pictures.
I thought you should have this one.
a huge smile now plastered on your lips as you quickly began typing a reply.
[you] :
i didn't know you took this lol
the lighting is rly pretty
you watched the little typing bubbles appear almost instantly. your heart beat a little faster as you waited for his response.
[jungwon] :
You look prettier.
and ever since that text message and the date at the festival, something shifted between you and jungwon. the invisible wall of the "contract" had completely melted away, replaced by a rhythm that neither of you felt the need to question.
one morning, the school's central heater was acting up, leaving the building freezing. you were standing by your classroom door, shivering slightly as you talked to a classmate. when jungwon walked past on his way to the bathroom.
without breaking his stride or even pausing his conversation with a friend walking next to him, he casually unzipped his thick jacket, slipped it off, and draped it over your shoulders as he brushed past you. it was so smooth, leaving you wrapped in his warm, oversized jacket that smelled faintly of his cologne while your classmate stared in shock.
that effortless closeness had also taken over the smallest things.
one time, jungwon walked into your classroom to drop off a flyer for the open house and found you slumped over at your desk, completely exhausted from studying for a history quiz.
he walked straight over. when you saw him and started groaning and complaining about the hard questions, he didn't say a word. instead, he reached down, long fingers gently combing through your messy hair, parting stray strands neatly away from your eyes. his thumb gave your forehead a tiny brush before he took his hand away.
even your mornings at the lockers had changed. there was a time when you walked right up to him while he was organizing his textbook. you took your hands and straightened the fabric of his collar before moving it up to tap the bridge of his glasses, pushing them up his nose where they belonged.
jungwon didn't flinch or look around to see who was watching. he only looked down at you, eyes soft and let out a happy hum.
and in the blink of an eye, thursday afternoon arrived with a chaotic rush. the post had worked entirely too well. by two o'clock, only half an hour after the last bell, the academic clubroom was packed to the brim with over fifty students. the room buzzed with sounds of chatter, laughter, and the constant crinkling of chip bags.
behind the main table, you and jungwon were moving like a single, well-oiled machine. you were frantically offering juice or soda to students while jungwon tidied the snacks.
even in the middle of the sweaty rush, the comfortable vibe you had built over the weeks didn't falter. every few minutes, jungwon would catch a quick glance down at you, silently making sure you weren't feeling overwhelmed by the crowd.
"you're doing great, pretty," he murmured quickly without the intention of saying the pet name, fingers lightly brushing against your wrist in a reassuring squeeze.
your heart did a flutter at the pet name, but you kept your cool. "we're a team, remember?" you smiled back, catching your breath as you handed a juice box to a waiting sophomore.
for the first hour, the open house was a whirlwind of activity. jungwon took the center of the room, confidently explaining the club's upcoming math and science curriculum, voice clear and steady despite the massive crowd.
he looked every bit the capable president, but whenever he made a point, his eyes would instinctively find yours across the room, tracking your reaction. you stayed busy running the snack bar and managing the sign-up sheet, watching with a proud grin as more than ten students wrote their names down to join.
but halfway through, the loud chatter near the doorway suddenly died down slightly. you looked up, and your stomach dropped. wonbin had just walked in, sharp eyes instantly stuck onto you.
a few minutes later, while jungwon was pulled away to a corner by a group of students asking about the registration deadlines, wonbin saw his chance. he strode through the crowd and cornered you with a mocking smirk. "so, you actually managed to pull off a crowd," he tilted his head, crossing his arms tightly over his chest.
you tightened your grip on the edge of the table. "move away, wonbin. i'm busy."
"i'm just saying, it's pathetic," he spat, voice dripping with venom. "i'm sure jungwon's just doing his duty as president. the second this open house is done, you guys are done. he's nothing compared to me, yn. you're nothing to him."
before you could fire back, jungwon appeared out of nowhere.
he didn't say a word as he stepped directly between you and wonbin, broad shoulders shielding you from view. the movement was so sudden that wonbin took a step back, smirk faltering. "i think you need to leave." his voice was loud enough that the room fell quiet.
wonbin scoffed, trying to play it cool as he eyed the staring crowd. "relax, dude. i was just talking to—"
"i couldn't care less about what you were doing," he interrupted immediately. the protective instinct radiating off him was palpable. "you're making my girlfriend uncomfortable. and since this is my clubroom, i am telling you to get out."
the word girlfriend rolled off jungwon's tongue so naturally that the students watching started mumbling. wonbin's face turned a humiliated shade of red. realizing he was outnumbered and stripped of any power he thought he had over you, he glared at jungwon one last time before storming out of the room.
the second the heavy door slammed shut, the crowd started whispering loudly. but jungwon didn't care.
he turned around to face you in an instant. his hands reached out, holding your upper arms as his eyes searched your face with concern. "are you okay?" he whispered, his tone of voice completely different from the tone he had just seconds ago. "did he hurt you? what'd he say to you?"
"i'm okay," you breathed, heart thumping from the intensity of the moment. "thank you, won."
by 4 o'clock, the event had finally cleared out. the open house was a success, and the clubroom was dead quiet once again, bathed in the orange shadows of the setting sun. you were slowly wiping down the tables while jungwon stacked the chairs against the wall.
you swallowed a lump in your throat, a crashing wave of sadness washing over you as you forced yourself to say the words you knew you had to say. "so... i guess that means the contract is fulfilled. the fake relationship is done. we don't have to pretend anymore."
jungwon's jaw clenched slightly. he looked down at his hands, his fingers tightening against a chair until knuckles turned white.
inside his chest, his heart was screaming at him to reject the idea. he want to tell you that he didn't want it to end. he wanted to tell you that the way his heart raced when he held your hand at the festival and the way he felt when your pinkies locked in the rain were the most real things he had ever experienced.
but as he looked back up at you, his guarded defense mechanisms kicked right back in. he became terrified of rejection, terrified that you truly only saw this as a contract to solve your ex-boyfriend problem.
"right," he forced a smile onto his face. "the contract is done. we achieved the desired outcome with maximum efficiency."
your heart squeezed painfully at his logical words. so it really was just a contract to him. a math problem he solved.
"mhm. efficient to the end," you choked out, forcing a fake smile as you reached down to grab your bag. "i should probably get going then. see you around, jungwon." you turned around and took two steps toward the door.
"yn, wait."
you stopped in your tracks and turned back to look at him, heart skipping a beat as hope bloomed in your chest. jungwon had stepped away from the chairs, taking a few paces to you. his hands were clenched into fists at his sides. he looked like he was on the edge of throwing away all his logic and telling you exactly how much he needed you.
but then, he froze. his throat bobbed as he swallowed his words, shoulder dropping as his shyness won the battle inside his head.
"never mind," he mumbled gently, a slightly sad smile touching his lips. "thanks for today. and for everything else."
your chest pulled tight at the heavy, unspoken emotion hanging in the air. "thank you, jungwon."
the transition back to your normal life should have been easy.
the contract had achieved a prefect, one hundred percent success rate. wonbin wouldn't even look in your direction when you passed him in the hallways and you heard jungwon's appeal finally got accepted. jungwon got reached his goal, and you had your peace back.
but you realized you didn't care about the peace at all.
you were sitting at your desk during recess, staring blankly at your notebook. last week, this exact time of day was when jungwon walked into your classroom to drop off a flyer and gently brushes the messy hair out of your eyes.
the classroom door opened, and your head snapped up. but it wasn't him. it was just a group of students laughing at they walked in.
a heavy ache settled deep in your chest. you slumped against your desk, burying your face in your arms. it was ridiculous. you didn't care about wonbin anymore. the only thing consuming your thoughts and your entire heart was a quiet boy with thick-framed glasses and a dimpled smile.
across the building, the library was quiet. jungwon sat as his usual desk, surrounded by calculus books and a glowing laptop screen. the exams were only a few weeks away, and normally, this was where jungwon was most efficient.
but today, his brain was offline.
he stared at the same problem for twenty minutes, the numbers blurring together on the page. his right hand was resting on the table. every time he looked at it, he was dragged back to that alleyway in the pouring rain.
he let out a frustrated sigh, taking off his glasses and rubbing the bridge of his nose.
"the contract is done. we achieved the desired outcome with maximum efficiency."
he wanted to punch himself for saying those words. he had let his stupid shyness build a wall between you right when he should have torn it down. he wanted anything but for you to leave.
he pulled out his phone and opened your chat, positioning his thumbs over the keyboard.
Are you busy after school today?
The clubroom needs some organizing.
he stared at the draft. it was a lie. the clubroom was perfectly clean. he just wanted a reason, any reason to see you, to hear your laugh, and to breathe in the same air as you again.
his thumb hovered over the send button for a long minute. but his throat tightened as the familiar fear crept back in. what if she's glad the contract is over? what if she doesn't want to see me anymore?
with a sigh, jungwon deleted the text, locking his phone and dropping it face-down on the table. he leaned back in his chair, staring up at the ceiling as a sense of loneliness washed over him.
and due to the receding sighting of you and jungwon together, a rumor spread faster than a wildfire.
The Academic Club president, Jungwon, and his girlfriend, yn, broke up!
you could hear the whispers trailing behind you all day, but you didn't have the energy to care, you walked out to the courtyard during lunch break, desperately needing a quiet place to breathe away.
"hey, yn."
you stifled a sigh as you saw wonbin walking toward you, a smug grin plastered across his face. "i heard the news," he stopped a few feet away from you. "so, the nerd couldn't keep up with you after all huh? i told you he was just doing his duty as president. the second the open house was over, he dropped you."
you stared at him, realizing how insignificant he truly was compared to the boy who stood up for you last week. "get to the point, wonbin."
he took a step closer, mistaking your exhaustion for sadness. "come on, don't be like that. i'm trying to help you. now that you're single again, i was thinking... maybe we can give it another shot. i'm willing to overlook the little stunt you pulled. you made your point, and i'm ready to take you back."
he reached his hand out, aiming to rest it on your shoulder, fully expecting you to melt right back into his arms.
but before his fingers could touch the fabric of your blazer, you sharply slapped his hand away. the crisp smack echoed in the quiet courtyard. wonbin's grin vanished as his eyes widened. "what the hell, yn?"
"don't touch me," you stepped forward, looking wonbin dead in the eye. "let me make this clear to you, because apparently, your brain can't process such small and simple facts. i didn't pull a stunt. and i am never getting back with you."
"are you serious?" his pride clearly took a massive hit. "you'd rather be miserable over a guy who only cared about his club than be with me?"
"jungwon didn't drop me, park wonbin. and even if he never speaks to me again, i would still choose a single second of his kindness over a lifetime of whatever it was i had with you."
wonbin's face twisted into a hideous expression of shock and humiliation. he opened his mouth to speak, but the fire in your eyes completely choked the words in his throat. "you're crazy," he muttered as he backed away. "you're out of your mind."
"maybe i am," you whispered. "now get out of my fucking sight."
you listened to the heavy, angry sound of his sneakers stomping away across the gravel until the courtyard fell into a beautiful silence.
what you didn't know was that a couple of juniors had been sitting on the nearby benches behind the bushes, eating their lunches. within an hour, word of you declaring that you would choose jungwon over anyone else spread.
when the last bell rang, the talk had reached the entire school. and for jungwon, that was the breaking point.
the wind was breezy as you sat alone at the bus stop just outside the school gates. the street was quiet, most of the students having already cleared out. you stared down at your shoes, heart heavy with a mixture of relief from shedding wonbin, and an ache because of missing jungwon.
your face burned as you remembered your own words from earlier. it was the truth, but a nagging fear in the back of your mind whispered that you might never get the chance to tell him.
suddenly, the sound of rapid footsteps echoed. you looked up, breath hitching.
jungwon was running toward the bus stop. his hair was completely windswept, his tie was loosened, and his blazer were unbuttoned. he looked breathless, chest heaving as he skidded to halt in front of you.
"jungwon?" you stood up from the bench. "what's wrong? what are you—?"
not giving you the chance to finish your sentence, jungwon closed the remaining distance between you in a single stride. his ling arms wrapped around your waist as he pulled you against his chest.
your let out a soft gasp as your forehead bumped gently against his shoulder. he held you so tightly it almost took your breath away, his fingers digging into the fabric of your blazer as if he were trying to anchor himself to you. you could feel his heartbeat and his warm breath brushing past your ear.
"jungwon...?" you called, hands hovering in the air before tentatively resting on his back.
"i heard what you said," he muttered, voice thick with emotion. he buried his face deeper into your shoulder, grip tightening. "i heard what you told wonbin in the courtyard."
you blinked, heart fluttering. "you did?"
"every word," he mumbled. slowly, he loosened his grip just enough to pull back and look at you, though his hands stayed securely on your waist, refusing to let you step away. "i spent the last week trying to figure out how to live without you. i told myself it was what was best for you because the deal was over."
he let out a self-deprecating laugh, thumb rubbing circles against your side to ground himself.
"but i was wrong. so wrong. it was the worst assumption i've ever made in my life," he confessed. "i couldn't focus on my studies. i couldn't go to the clubroom without missing you. and when i heard what you said today, i realized i was being a coward."
you looked up at him, vision now slightly blurry. "won..."
"i don't want a contract anymore," he stepped even closer until there wasn't a single inch of space left between you. he reached up with one hand, fingers gently cupping your cheek, thumb wiping a tear. "i don't want to fake anything. i want to be your real boyfriend who can hold your hand, fix your hair, and walk you home every single day."
he breathed before adding, "yn, i am completely, hopelessly in love with you."
the confession hung beautifully in the air. a massive smile appeared on your face, heart bursting with happiness so profound it washed every single second of the sadness.
"you are actually terrible at math, jungwon," you laughed softly through your tears. "because it took you a whole week to realize something i've known since that street festival."
his signature dimple popped up as he grinned. "is that a yes?"
"it's a definitive, one hundred percent yes."
jungwon's breath caught in his throat. the last lingering bit of his restraint shattered. he didn't say anything else. his hand moved from your cheek to the back of your neck, fingers gently tangling into your hair to tilt your face up.
deliberately, he leaned down and pressed his lips against yours.
your eyes fluttered shut as a wave of electricity rushed straight to your core. the kiss was soft at first, hesitant and sweet. but as you stood on your tiptoes, wrapping your arms around his neck, jungwon let out a hum against your mouth and pulled you impossibly closer, deepening the kiss.
his lips were warm and firm against yours, filled with all the longing and unspoken feeling he had been locking away inside his chest.
the roaring engine of the bus pulled up to the curb, its headlights cutting through the twilight. the doors folded open, but neither of you moved. you were completely wrapped up in his warmth, oblivious to the world around you.
when jungwon finally broke the kiss, his forehead rested gently against yours. he kept his eyes closed for a second, a soft smile spreading across his face, simple cutting deep into his red cheeks. he slid his hand down your arm until his fingers slid between yours, locking his large hand securely with yours. "miss the bus for me?" he questioned. "i want to walk you home."
𝓘𝐍 𝓦𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 ❤︎ your best friend is an absolute pervert with a massive fixation on you, stealing your clothes and losing his mind, until he finally breaks down and begs you to let him cross the line.
𝓖𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗭’𝗦 𝓝𝐎𝐓𝐄 ─── 𝜗ৎ smut. (mdni) || warnings ' perv!jake bsf2lovers dry humping obsessive behavior scent fetish overcoming boundaries mutual pining marking || talktalk ' idk what to think about this it’s just hot to me he’s so pervert coded sorry not sorry.
it was supposed to be a normal movie night right? just you and jake, tangled up in a mess of blankets on your couch, a half empty bowl of popcorn sitting between you. but the air in the room felt heavy, thick with a tension that had been building for months. jake wasn't watching the screen. he was watching you, his dark eyes tracing the line of your jaw, the way your lips parted slightly as you breathed, the way your oversized shirt slipped off your shoulder.
you knew jake was a bit of a deviant. he didn't exactly hide it from you, his best friend. he’d make offhand, shameless comments about things that should have made you blush, but you’d always laughed them off as jake just being jake. what you didn't know, what you only recently started to piece together, was how deep that fixation went when it came to you.
it started with small things. a look that lingered too long. the way he’d volunteered to do your laundry when you were sick, only for you to notice later that a pair of your lace underwear had mysteriously vanished, never to be found. you’d caught him once, standing in your bedroom when he thought you were in the kitchen, holding a sweater you’d worn the day before, his face buried deep in the fabric, inhaling your scent with a desperate, shaky breath. you hadn't said anything then, too shocked and, if you were being completely honest with yourself, too thrilled by the raw hunger in his eyes to confront him. but tonight, the boundaries were melting away.
jake shifted, shifting closer until his thigh was pressed hard against yours. you could feel the heat radiating off him. when you turned your head to look at him, you found him already staring, his gaze intense, almost agonizingly focused on your mouth.
"you're not even watching," you whispered, your voice cracking slightly under the weight of his stare.
"can't," jake muttered, his voice rougher than usual. "there's something much better to look at right here."
you swallowed hard, your heart hammering against your ribs. "jake, don't do this. we talked about this. we're friends."
"i know," he said, and the sheer desperation in his voice made your stomach flip. he reached out, his long fingers trembling just a little as he tucked a stray lock of hair behind your ear. his thumb brushed against your cheekbone, his skin scorching hot. "i know we're friends, y/n. i swear i try to remember that. but it's driving me fucking insane."
"what is?" you asked, though you already knew the answer.
jake let out a breathless laugh, dropping his hand to rest on the cushion right next to your thigh. "you. everything about you. i spend every single day thinking about you. do you have any idea what i do when i'm alone in my apartment? do you know what i think about?"
you stayed quiet, your breath hitching.
"i think about you," jake confessed, leaning in closer, his scent of cedar and pure warmth overwhelming your senses. "i take your clothes, y/n. that sweater you lost last month? i have it. it's under my pillow. i jerk off into it because it smells like you. i sit on my bed, closing my eyes, imagining it's your hands on me instead of my own. i'm a sick fuck, i know it. i'm a pervert. but i need you so bad it hurts."
the honesty of it, the absolute lack of shame mixed with such raw vulnerability, sent a shivering wave of heat straight to your core. you should have been offended. you should have kicked him out. instead, your thighs rubbed together beneath the blanket, already slick.
"jake," you breathed out, your hands coming up to rest against his chest, feeling the frantic, erratic thumping of his heart. "we can't. if we do this, if we cross this line, there is no going back. i don't want to lose you. you're my best friend."
"i don't want to lose you either," jake said, his forehead coming to rest against yours, his breath mingling with yours. "fucking hell, y/n, you're the best thing in my life. but i'm dying here. just looking at you, touching you like this, it's not enough anymore. i need to feel you. please. just let me have this. let us have this."
"and what happens tomorrow?" you asked, your fingers gripping his shirt, pulling him just a fraction of an inch closer.
"we'll figure it out tomorrow," jake promised, his voice dropping to a needy, pathetic whimper. "just please, y/n. let me." you didn't answer with words. instead, you tilted your head up and closed the small distance between you, pressing your lips to his.
jake let out a choked sound, between a groan and a sob, and instantly took over the kiss. it wasn't a gentle, sweet first kiss. it was a collision. his mouth opened over yours, his tongue sweeping in with a fierce, possessive hunger that left you completely breathless. he gripped your waist with bruising force, pulling you flush against his chest as if he wanted to meld your bodies together.
the popcorn bowl fell to the floor, forgotten, as jake shifted his weight, climbing over you and pinning you to the couch. he broke the kiss for a split second to tear his shirt off, tossing it blindly into the room, before diving right back down to feast on your lips. his skin was burning, slick with a light sweat of pure anticipation.
"y/n, oh god, y/n," jake chanted against your mouth, his hands wandering frantically over your body, bunching up your shirt, his palms rough against your bare skin.
he didn't even wait to take your shorts off. the need in him was too feral, too far gone. he settled himself directly between your thighs, the heavy, rigid length of his erection pressing hard against your center through both layers of your clothes. then, he began to grind.
it was a slow, heavy roll of his hips at first, finding the perfect angle. you let out a loud moan right into his mouth, your legs automatically wrapping around his waist to lock him close. that sound seemed to snap something inside him. the pace turned frantic, desperate, and completely unchecked.
jake dry humped you with a wild, rhythmic urgency that made the entire couch creak beneath you. every downstroke of his hips pressed his hardness perfectly against your aching core, creating a friction so intense you could feel the heat blooming inside you like wildfire. he buried his face in the crook of your neck, biting and sucking at the sensitive skin there, leaving dark marks that you knew would stay for days.
"you feel so good," jake gasped out, his whole body shaking with the effort of holding back. "even through your clothes, you're so warm. y/n, please. look at me."
you forced your heavy eyelids open, staring up into his face. jake looked completely wrecked. his hair was a messy nest, his cheeks were flushed dark red, and his eyes were wide, blown out, and filled with a devotion that made your heart ache just as much as your core.
"i've wanted this for years," jake whispered, his hips continuing their relentless, desperate friction against yours. his movements were getting faster, shorter, his breath hitching as he edged closer to the brink just from the sheer feel of you beneath him. "every single time i looked at you. every time you smiled at me. i'm so sorry i'm like this, y/n. i'm so sorry i'm so dirty for you."
"don't apologize," you whined, arching your back, throwing your head back against the armrest as another heavy roll of his pelvis hit you perfectly. "jake, don't stop. please."
"never," he groaned, his hands moving down to grip your thighs, keeping you pinned, keeping you open for him as he rode your thigh with a pathetic, whimpering sort of desperation. "i'm going to ruin myself for you. i already have."
the sheer friction of his jeans against your thin shorts was driving you insane. you could feel the dampness of your own arousal soaking through the fabric, making the contact even more intense, more electric. jake felt it too. he let out a loud, broken whimper, his hips slamming into yours over and over in a quick, merciless rhythm that had you gripping his bare shoulders for dear life, your nails digging into his skin.
"jake, i'm close, i'm going to," you cried out, your vision blurring as the coil of pleasure tightened to an unbearable point.
"cum for me, y/n. let me feel it," jake begged, his voice cracking. he gave one last, deep, heavy grind, his whole body stiffening as he buried his face in your hair.
the orgasm crashed over you in violent, pulsing waves, making your thighs quiver around his waist. right at that exact moment, with your body squeezing around him through the fabric, jake lost his grip completely. he let out a loud, guttural cry, his hips stuttering into you one, two, three more times before he completely froze, his muscles locking tight as he came hard into his own underwear, the heat of it transferring right through to your skin.
the room fell silent, save for the sound of your loud, synchronized, ragged breathing.
jake collapsed fully against you, his heavy chest rising and falling against yours, his face still hidden in your neck. he didn't move for a long time, just holding you as if you would disappear if he let go. his hands, still resting on your hips, were twitching slightly.
after a few minutes, he slowly lifted his head. the feral, perverted hunger from before was replaced by something incredibly soft, almost anxious. he looked down at you, searching your face, a sudden wave of panic in his eyes.
"did i ruin it?" he whispered, his voice incredibly small. "y/n, please tell me i didn't just ruin everything."
you looked at him, taking in his messy hair, his flushed face, and the absolute devotion shining in his eyes. a soft smile tugged at the corners of your lips. you reached up, cupping his cheek, your thumb wiping away a stray bead of sweat.
"you didn't ruin anything, you idiot," you giggled softly.
jake let out a long, shuddering breath, the tension leaving his shoulders as he leaned heavily into your touch, closing his eyes. "i love you so much. you have no idea. i'm still a creep, though. i'm still keeping that sweater."
you laughed, a bright, bubbly sound that filled the quiet room. "i know you are, jake. we'll talk about your theft problems later. but right now? i think you still owe me a proper round without our clothes on."
jake's eyes snapped open, a wicked, familiar spark returning to them as a slow, shameless grin spread across his face. "baby, you have no idea what you just started."
synopsis: martin does nothing but pass notes in class to cure his boredom, soon one day he believes he has found his longtime pen pal. or the one where martin is down bad…
genre: fake texts, one shot au, non!idols, student au, fluff
He loves giving his jacket or hoodies to you. It doesn't matter if you're cold or not. The second you two go outside at night, he is already pulling his hoodie over your head. It's not just about keeping you warm, he loves seeing you in his stuff. The way that every time you wear his clothes it just swallows you as whole.
Same thing goes for his jersey. Aomine hates how much he gets effected when he sees you in his jersey. The way that his name is written on your back? His mind goes blank.
He doesn't want to be a bad influence but definitely asks you to skip classes with him from time to time, he gets bored without you.
When you are watching his games, Aomine plays a little harder. Not in a "trying harder to win" way, he already knows he is winning. It's in a "my girl is watching and I better make it look good." Way.
And just because you get worried when he gets into fights, he tried not to get angry during the game as much as he can.
He might seem impatient from outside, but Aomine loves listening to you yap about your interests. Maybe he doesn't make much eye contact or responds, but he is definitely listening.
When you are by his side, his hand immediately goes to your hip. It's like a natural spot.
He picks you up so you can shoot, It doesn't matter how stupid it looks, He loves it when you smile after getting the ball through the hoop.
Aomine loves it when you are sitting on his thigh and he gets to wrap his arms around your waist and rest his chin on your shoulder. He looks like a clingy big puppy.
This is short I’m so sorry anon 😕 also somewhat repetitive I think and like ooc I’m sorry
The sound of the basketball hitting the backboard of the goal sounded in the background as you let out a frustrated groan. You leaned down to grab the ball and started to get into position again, only to feel your boyfriend’s body behind yours. His hands adjusted the way you stood and held the ball before he stepped back. You took a deep breath and shot the ball again. And you missed. Again.
“You’re doing wrong, babe.”
“I’m doing it as you’re telling me to…”
“You need to follow through.”
“What the hell does that even mean???”
“Just— just let me show you.”
With that, he picked up the ball and handed it to you. He stepped back behind you when you got back into position, and helped you hold the ball correctly. When he had helped you shoot, his hands adjusted guided yours to follow through. And you made it, but probably because he helped. You weren’t very surprised, though. It was him.
“See? You can do it in your own now.”
“I’m gonna miss.”
“Just try.”
You rolled your eyes, but and turned around and grabbed the ball as it rolled back in your direction. You barely cared to get back into the same position for the millionth time, but you wanted to prove that you could do it, so you did. You shot the ball — following through this time — and finally, finally made it. You gasped and turned around with what had to be the widest smile ever on your face. You pressed a kiss to his cheek, and got that stupid smirk of his to make its way back onto his face.
“Good job. Can we go now? I’m hungry.”
You slapped his chest.
“Can’t you be a little happier you got your girlfriend to shoot properly?”
“Fine, fine. I’m happy my girlfriend shot a ball. Can we get food now?”
You groaned, but you nodded anyway. Who were you to deny your lovely boyfriend food, anyway? You picked up the ball and moved to put it in his big ass bag that was in the bench, but you let him grab the bag himself. You grabbed his hand, barely even waiting on him to fully pull the strap over his shoulder before you started pulling him along the sidewalk. If he wanted food, he sure as hell was gonna get it.
Guess it was time to feed your fatass of a boyfriend after he laughed at you for being bad with the ball.
A/N: I deadass hate this sm please nobody read this
