February always brought a sense of anticipation, especially with Valentine’s Day just around the corner. This year was no different.
The classroom had turned into a battleground of hearts and flowers, and you, along with Sunoo, Jungwon, and Jay, had been roped into decorating the place. Between laughter, jokes, and debates about where each decoration should go, the four of you spent your afternoons draping heart garlands over the windows and sticking cheesy messages on the walls.
“Do you guys think we should put up more red or gold balloons?” Jungwon asked while inflating another one, which promptly burst with a loud pop. Sunoo let out a laugh, and Jay gave Jungwon a playful pat on the back, chiming in, “How about we focus on not blowing up the next one, yeah?”
Though it seemed like an activity meant to bring the group closer, things started to feel different for you soon enough.
Around that same time, you began to notice little gestures—subtle hints that someone, or maybe more than one person, was harboring feelings that went beyond simple admiration. It started with a pastel purple letter you found in your locker the day after the first afternoon of decorating.
The handwriting was neat and anonymous, full of compliments that made you smile, as if the person knew you to the core.
After that, more gifts started appearing: a box of fine chocolates one day, white or purple roses, ramen cups with sticky notes, a small, soft plush toy the next day, and so on.
The excitement of finding something new every morning mixed with curiosity and a bit of fun as your friends teased you about your "secret admirers."
Jay, always with his sarcastic tone, was quick to comment, “Looks like the [...] fan club is growing, huh?” Jungwon and Sunoo joined in on the laughter, but you just shook your head with a smile, trying not to show too much of your own intrigue. Still, it wasn’t easy to hide how much those anonymous gestures of affection affected you.
But there was something else in the air, something you hadn’t noticed. Behind the jokes and the kind gestures, a shadow of darker intentions was slowly taking shape—closer than you thought, watching, waiting for the right moment to step in and claim what it believed belonged to it. You.
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ㅤㅤ Finally February 14th, university.
The campus was decked out more than a Christmas tree in December, only this time, instead of ornaments, lights, and snow, there were paper hearts, cheap chocolates, posters asking to be someone’s “forever”—which would end up breaking within a month if they were lucky—and red balloons everywhere.
You, as always, were going about your routine, not expecting today to be much different, unlike your admirer(s). You were walking toward the entrance of the university when suddenly Jay appeared beside you, greeting you with a smile so slight that it barely curved his lips.
“Hey, what’s up?” Jay said, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets. “Did you survive the decoration apocalypse, or are you suffocating from all the pink?” he laughed.
You let out a chuckle, thinking about how over-the-top everything was. “Actually, I’m turning into a zombie, aaargh.”
He laughed softly, but there was something different about him today. He seemed nervous, which was odd because he was usually pretty laid-back, like nothing bothered him too much.
He kept walking beside you, firing off questions, though his tone felt a bit... curious. “By the way, what are your plans for today? Are you doing anything special? Going out with someone, or just hanging around... you know, free?” he asked, glancing at you sideways, trying to sound casual but failing miserably.
“Same old, same old. Classes, trying not to fall asleep in Mrs. Kim’s class, and dodging the crowd rushing to film those failed confession videos. You know, the usual every year,” you replied, brushing it off, sighing as you adjusted the straps of your backpack, holding it over your shoulders.
Jay smiled a little, but he didn’t seem satisfied with your answer. He sighed and fell silent for a moment, staring at the ground as if he were searching for the right words.
You glanced at him, waiting for him to spill whatever was on his mind, but he stayed quiet. Finally, he let out a heavy sigh and scratched the back of his neck.
“You know... there’s something I wanted to tell you, and well...” Jongseong looked like he was about to jump off a cliff, but just then, a voice interrupted him.
“JAAY!” Jake shouted, appearing out of nowhere and giving Jay a slap on the back that nearly made him jump out of his skin. He turned to Jake, his eyes wide as saucers.
“Holy shit, Jake! Are you trying to give me a heart attack or what?” Jay clutched his chest, trying to catch his breath while Jake laughed like a hyena, clapping at his friend’s reaction.
“Nah, but the idea of you jumping like a scared cat was too tempting,” Jake said, grinning from ear to ear. “Besides, you looked way too serious for your own good, man. Chill out, today’s a day for hearts and teddy bears.”
Jay frowned but couldn’t help cracking a smile as he shook his head. Still, the moment was broken, and whatever he was about to say seemed to vanish along with his chance.
You just watched the exchange between the two, feeling a bit out of place, though it amused you how Jongseong was trying not to look annoyed.
Jake, with his usual energy, settled next to you while the scaredy-cat moved ahead, clearly preferring to keep some distance for now.
Without missing a beat, Jake started chatting with you about random things, shifting from weekend plans to the heart-shaped balloons scattered around the campus.
“I swear, if another one of those balloons pops in my face, I’m going to think this university has it out for me,” Jake joked, giving you a light nudge with his shoulder.
“At least you could take the chance to ask someone out today, right?” you replied, amused.
“And risk missing the chance of someone asking me out? Nah. I’d rather keep my options open,” he quipped, winking at you.
As you walked down the hall, you could see Jay ahead of you, his hands playing in his pockets and his head down, moving almost on autopilot, as if he was deep in thought.
When you finally reached the classroom, you noticed Heeseung was already there, sitting in one of the middle rows, relaxed and almost lounging in the wooden chair, his jacket draped over his shoulders. As he heard your footsteps, he looked up and smiled widely when he saw you enter.
“Heeey,” he said, waving his hand in greeting as you settled into your seat next to Jake. Jongseong had already taken a seat at the back with Ni-ki, saying nothing more.
The class began, and although the minutes seemed to stretch on, you noticed out of the corner of your eye the glances that Heeseung threw your way from time to time, always accompanied by an almost nervous smile. He was the typical charismatic guy, but today he seemed especially attentive. It didn’t help that Jake also tried to catch your attention with some sarcastic comment every time the teacher turned toward the board.
When the bell rang, the class ended, and everyone started gathering their things. Ni-ki was the first to rush out of the classroom, hurrying toward the library. Jake kept talking about something, but you were only nodding, your mind still distracted by Jay’s expression before he got interrupted.
As you made your way to your locker, thinking about everything that had happened that morning, you found a letter and a small heart-shaped box of chocolates.
Upon opening the letter, you realized it was handwritten, with a handwriting you didn’t immediately recognize:
“To someone who makes this day much more interesting than I expected. I hope you enjoy the chocolates; I know how much you like them… and that’s why there’s also a packet of liquid chocolate for you to put on them. Remember that your smile is my reason for living; I’ll be watching you <3 — XOXO.”
After reading the letter, you felt a mix of curiosity and warmth from the words. There was something sweet and genuine about them, although they also left you with more questions than answers.
As you held the letter in your hands and looked at the chocolates, you couldn’t help but smile slightly, wondering who might be behind all of this and what else awaited you on this chaotic Valentine’s Day.
You were still standing in front of your locker after the bell rang for the next class, still lost in your thoughts while holding the letter.
The words kept resonating in your mind: “Remember that your smile is my reason for living; I’ll be watching you <3 — XOXO.” It was a mix of confusion and a slight warmth, something you hadn’t felt in a long time.
You shook your head, trying to dismiss the idea that someone was genuinely so interested in you, that someone had noticed your qualities for the first time. You tucked the letter into your jacket pocket, so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t even notice when a figure slid up beside you, casually leaning against the lockers.
“Ah... so it was true, you have a secret admirer?” Sunghoon’s low and slightly teasing voice took you by surprise. Turning your head, you saw him there, with his usual slight smile and a lowered gaze, looking at the box of chocolates with a hint of amusement in his eyes.
He shoved his hands in his jacket pockets, acting like he was way more chill about the whole situation.
“Damn, Sunghoon, you scared me. How long have you been standing there?” you asked, jumping a little, still kinda thrown off by his sudden presence.
Sunghoon shrugged, as if he wasn’t in any rush to answer. His smile widened a bit as he leaned in to check out the letter you were holding earlier.
“Long enough to see you looking like a total dork with that love note.” He paused, eyeing the paper peeking out of your pocket. “I wonder... what kind of coward writes notes instead of just telling you face-to-face?”
You frowned slightly, feeling a bit sorry for whoever was behind all those letters and gifts. “Eh, it’s not a dork face; it’s just... I don’t know, it’s weird, right? Someone’s been leaving me this stuff for days, and I have no clue who it is. It could be anyone.”
Sunghoon let out a soft laugh, barely audible, but there was a mischievous glint in his eyes as he glanced at you sideways. “So, you like getting gifts from a random nobody, huh...? Well, well. I wonder if this 'nobody' realizes how easy it is to make you blush.”
“What? Jealous, Sunghoon? Maybe it’s someone who finally got the guts to confess... Not all of us are as shy as you, you know.” You shot back after a few seconds, your tone clearly teasing, but you couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow and look at him closely.
Sunghoon just made a little annoyed noise with his tongue, then stepped away from the lockers and gave you a light shove on the shoulder. “First, ouch, second, I’m just saying... you should pay more attention. You never know if that admirer has something nice to say or if they just want to see you running around campus like a chicken with its head cut off on Valentine’s Day.”
His words clearly had a teasing edge, but there was something in his voice that sounded more like a reprimand. Maybe he was referring to how you wouldn’t shut up about getting gifts when it all started.
But before you could respond, he added something else, turning his gaze towards the locker door.
“Though... I kinda get it; I guess sometimes it’s not so easy to just say things outright, right? Especially if... you’re not sure how the other person will react.” Sunghoon tensed for a second but quickly regained his composure, shifting his gaze to the hallway. His lips curled into a smile you couldn’t quite read.
The way he said it, almost with a hint of melancholy, made you frown for a second. Sunghoon, unlike the others, always kept a bit of emotional distance. He wasn’t the type to throw out comments about his feelings, but there was something in his tone that made it feel like he was talking about more than just the letter.
You looked at him for a moment, trying to figure out if there was some hidden meaning behind his words, but he just shrugged it off like it was no big deal. Then, his expression shifted back to that calm smile he usually had, even though his eyes seemed to reflect something he wasn’t saying, like he was hiding some pain.
With a playful grin, you tried to lighten the mood that had built up in less than a minute by gently punching his shoulder.
“Hey, Sunghoon, if it’s you who’s been leaving me these notes, just spill it. No need for all this mystery, you know?” you joked, hoping to get a little laugh out of him, something that could spark more conversation.
And, as if you had wished it into existence—boom—Sunghoon let out a small laugh a few seconds later, almost like a sigh. He shook his head gently, glancing at you sideways. “Uh-huh, sure... keep dreaming. I’m not that cheesy. But... who knows, maybe your admirer is closer than you think.”
Before you could respond, Sunghoon straightened up, pulled his hands from his pockets, and started walking toward the next class. “If you need someone to help you figure it out, I guess you can always ask me. I might have a clue.”
He shot you one last look over his shoulder, his smile now a bit warmer and less teasing. “Catch ya in class, [...]. Don’t take too long, or your admirer might think you bounced outta here ‘cause you’re freaked out that they’re watching you.”
You watched him walk away, his figure fading into the sea of students still milling around the halls.
The convo left you deep in thought, not just about the letter you were holding but also about how Sunghoon had said those last words. You never showed him what was in the letter... How did he know the admirer said they’d be watching?
After Sunghoon took off, you still felt a knot in your stomach from everything that just went down. You shoved the box of chocolates into your backpack and took a deep breath, trying to shake off the weird convo before heading to class. But the curiosity and unease kept banging around in your head, especially that last line from Sunghoon that hinted he knew more than he let on.
When you walked into the penultimate classroom, you noticed Sunghoon already sitting in his spot, eyes glued to the book in front of him, as if the earlier convo never happened. But when your eyes met, he flashed you a quick smile, almost daring you to guess what was going on in his mind.
Next to him, Ni-ki turned to look at you and greeted you with a small smile before focusing back on the teacher who was kicking off the lesson. Jake, on the other hand, seemed more focused on keeping Ni-ki in his sights, like he didn’t want him getting too close to you.
The class went by without much drama, but you couldn’t help but let your mind drift back to the letter and Sunghoon’s chatter, trying to find some hidden meaning in his words.
When the teacher finally wrapped up the lesson, everyone started packing up their stuff, and you noticed how Ni-ki was one of the first to bolt, heading straight for the library again—like he was trying to dodge everyone else. Even you.
Before you could even get up, Sunghoon came back over, leaning against the edge of your desk with a laid-back expression. “What’s up? Still thinking about your little secret, Romeo?” he joked, his eyes searching yours intently.
You sighed and crossed your arms, trying to play it cool as you glanced around to make sure not too many people were eavesdropping. “Wow, looks like someone’s super invested in my love life. What’s with all the mystery, huh? I’m starting to think you’re the one who dropped those chocolates in my locker.”
Sunghoon let out a dry chuckle and shook his head. “I told you, I’m not that cheesy to leave notes around, plus I don’t even know the combo to your lock. But hey, if you don’t mind someone keeping tabs on you, I guess you could just act like it doesn’t faze you.”
You furrowed your brow, trying to figure out if there was some hidden warning in his words. “I don’t know if you’re trying to protect me or just acting all mysterious, Sunghoon, but thanks... I guess?”
With a shrug, he pushed off the desk and glanced at the door. “Just saying you might wanna pay more attention... to who’s around you.” And with that, he walked off, leaving you with more questions than answers.
You decided to stop overthinking it and headed toward your next and final class. But as you walked down the hall, you spotted Jake, who quickly approached you, bumping his shoulder lightly against yours in a friendly way. "Did you see Ni-ki's face? He's redder than a freakin' tomato today. Did you say something to him, or did you give him some Valentine’s Day virus or something?"
You elbowed him playfully, trying to hide your smile. "Oh, sure, because everyone’s having existential crises around me today. Maybe I’m just too irresistible to handle, don’t you think?"
Jake burst out laughing, shaking his head as you both made your way out of the classroom. "Oh, please, [...]. No one in their right mind would fall for you." He joked, but then shot you a look that seemed more serious than usual, like he was sizing up your reaction.
You rolled your eyes, not wanting to give the conversation too much weight as you walked. As you passed the library, you saw Ni-ki sitting near the window, headphones on, with an open book in front of him, though he looked more focused on biting his lip than on reading.
Once in the hall, Jake paused for a moment, glancing toward the library and then back at you. "Hey, [...], just... don’t let those gifts give you any weird ideas, alright? If someone’s so desperate to write to you without saying anything to your face, they’re missing a couple of good balls."
"Okay, Dad," you shot back sarcastically, giving him a shove to keep moving, though you couldn't shake off a slight twinge of doubt in the back of your mind.
Why did everyone seem so invested in what was going on with the letters?
After six long hours, the last class of the day finally rolled around. As soon as it wrapped up, you quickly said goodbye to Jake and Sunghoon, who seemed to be in a little silent duel over who would stick around with you longer. You decided to sneak away before the tension escalated and headed to your locker to drop off some stuff before leaving.
Just as you were closing your locker, you heard a cheerful and familiar voice behind you.
"Hey, [...], wait!" You turned around and saw Sunoo approaching with his usual bright smile, eyes sparkling with excitement. Though he had always been the most social of the group, today he seemed especially enthusiastic.
"Look who’s got all the luck! The heartbreaker of the class, huh? Sunghoon told me everyone’s after you this Valentine’s. Who would've thought you’d get so popular?" Sunoo laughed, pretending to wipe away tears of pride as he leaned casually against the locker next to you.
You shrugged, trying to keep your cool. “Oh, please. It’s not like you didn’t get your own anonymous love notes, Sunoo. I bet half the class is secretly crushing on you.”
Sunoo chuckled, running a hand through his hair with a confident air. “What can I say? It’s hard not to be this charming. But today, I’m not here to brag about myself; I’m here to invite you to do something... fun.”
He leaned in a little closer, his eyes locking onto yours with a more intense gaze. “I was thinking we could... go to the movies tonight. You know, like old times, when we used to watch those terrible reviews and end up falling asleep in the seats.”
You were a bit surprised by the invitation, though you couldn’t help but smile at his direct and upbeat way of asking. "Really? Are you sure there’s no one else you’d rather invite on a Valentine’s date, Sunoo?”
Sunoo laughed again, but this time, his expression softened, almost like he dropped a mask for a moment. “You know, I think I’ve waited long enough for this. You’ve been my best friend since high school, [...], and yeah, maybe this could feel a bit like a date... But I’ll leave it up to you. What do you say? Let’s hit the movies and see where the night takes us.”
You noticed a flicker of sincerity in his eyes, and for a second, you almost felt there was something more behind his words, something he’d kept hidden for years.
In the end, you returned his smile, feeling curious about how the night would unfold. “Alright, sounds good, Sunny. Just don’t make me sit through another one of those cheesy rom-coms.”
“Deal. I promise it won’t be that corny this time... But if you cry during a scene, I won’t judge you.” Sunoo winked and gave your shoulder a playful tap before walking away with a light step, leaving you with a sense of anticipation.
As you shut your locker and prepared for the rest of the afternoon, you couldn’t help but think about how strange the whole day had been. From the mysterious letter to Sunghoon, Jake, and now Sunoo’s invitation, everything seemed more complicated than it should’ve been for just a regular Valentine’s.
And though you wouldn’t openly admit it, a part of you couldn’t shake the curiosity about how the night might play out.
The afternoon dragged on, and while Valentine’s Day was far from boring, there was this weird feeling that stuck with you. After Sunoo’s invite, you decided to hit up the library for some alone time to think before heading out. But as you were digging through your backpack for your headphones, you stumbled upon a small red envelope, just like the one from this morning. This time, the message was short, but it left you puzzled:
"I'll be waiting at the subway stop at 8:30 pm. Don’t be late, please..."
The note wasn’t signed, but the handwriting was different from the first letter. Even so, your curiosity spiked. Maybe this was your secret admirer, the one who left the letter and the chocolates. You stuffed the note back in your bag, figuring by the end of the day it’d either be a joke or, if you were lucky, a surprise from someone who’d been keeping their feelings on lock for a long time.
When the last period ended and you were getting ready to bounce, your phone buzzed with a notification. Unlocking the screen, you saw a text from Jungwon:
“Yo, you down to meet at the subway stop at 8:30? Would be cool to chat for a bit.”
The invite caught you off guard, considering Jungwon wasn’t the type to hit you up for last-minute plans. But before you could even dwell on it, another buzz grabbed your attention. Jay had texted:
“Hey, was thinking... maybe we could meet near the subway stop at 8:30? Got something I wanna tell you. What do you think?”
You furrowed your brows, now a little thrown off. The coincidence seemed too big to ignore, but you brushed it off, assuming it was just random timing.
But just as you were about to shove your phone back in your pocket, another notification lit up the screen. This time, it was Jake:
“We should meet at the subway stop at 8:30. Trust me, it'll be worth it!!”
Jake’s tone was always bold and confident, but something about this message felt way too... planned. The unease started creeping up on you, but you kept moving, thinking maybe the guys had something cooked up for you.
And the messages didn’t stop. As you made your way to the main exit, Sunghoon hit you up too:
"Not sure if you’ve got plans, but I’d love to see you at the subway stop at 8:30 pm. Could be an interesting night."
At this point, you were starting to wonder if everyone had teamed up to prank you, but still, your curiosity grew with each text.
As you were about to leave the school, Ni-ki, the youngest of the group, sent a playful message:
“Guess what? I got some new stuff for my console! We should totally game at my place. How 'bout meeting at the subway stop at 8:30? See you there, then we can head to my crib, yeah?”
You read his message with a chuckle, though that uneasy feeling still lingered. Ni-ki was always mischievous and down for a joke, but the fact that they all mentioned the same time and spot seemed way too calculated to be a coincidence.
You checked the time on your phone; there were still a couple of hours to go before 8:30, and you were starting to feel like you were about to play a game where you didn’t know the rules.
And just when you thought you couldn’t be more surprised, a message from Heeseung rolled in. His style was always the most cryptic, and this time was no different:
“The subway stop. 8:30 pm. Don’t be late.”
Straightforward, like always. But there was something about his message that made it feel more like a command than an invite.
The mystery kept getting more intriguing, and now you couldn’t shake the knot in your stomach. What was all this about? Why did everyone seem so interested in getting you to the same place, at the same time?
You put your phone away, taking a deep breath, trying to calm the confusion swirling around in your head. There was something about that subway stop that seemed to pull all of them in, and even though it felt more and more like you were part of some weird game, you figured there was no harm in finding out. If it really was a surprise, you might as well see what it was all about.
The sun was starting to set as you walked out of school, your mind racing with unanswered questions. With each step you took, you braced yourself for whatever might be waiting—a secret admirer, a group prank, or maybe something totally different.
But one thing was clear: by 8:30 pm, you'd be at the subway stop, ready to face whatever was coming your way.
As the night slowly crept in, the sky turned a deep, almost midnight blue while you stood waiting at the subway stop. The time was closing in.
The breeze was cool, and even though there were a bunch of people around, you felt like you were alone, lost in your own thoughts. The messages you’d gotten had you all kinds of confused. You couldn’t figure out why they all wanted to meet at the same place, at the same time, like something big was about to go down.
While you stood there, watching the last bit of sunlight disappear, your phone buzzed again. You pulled it out, expecting another message, but just then, something happened that chilled you to the bone: a warm hand grabbed yours, firm but gentle, pulling you back.
Before you could react or even make sense of what was happening, someone smoothly spun you around, making you face whoever had just interrupted your thoughts.
“What the hell?!” you muttered through gritted teeth, still a little dazed from the surprise, your heart pounding like it was about to explode out of your chest. “What the hell, Sunoo? You scared the crap out of me, dude!”
Your words came out rushed, tumbling over themselves in a mix of confusion and nerves, but everything stopped when your eyes locked with Sunoo’s.
In that moment, the world seemed to fade away, like he was the only thing that existed under the soft glow of the streetlights casting delicate shadows on his skin.
His gaze was different; the usual playful smile and light tone were gone. There was a stillness in his eyes, an intensity that wrapped around you, like in that moment, you were the only thing that mattered. And then, with a barely audible whisper, he dropped the words that froze your heart, making everything around you lose meaning.
“I like you.”
His confession hit you like a cold gust of wind, stopping time completely. You didn’t know what to say or how to react.
Your heart was racing, and for some reason, his words filled you with nerves, causing a constant, sharp ache inside.
All you could do was stare at him, mouth slightly open, searching for something—anything—that would make sense of what you’d just heard.
Sunoo didn’t flinch. What he’d kept quiet for so long now spilled out in an unstoppable rush, his voice carrying a restrained, almost desperate passion.
“It was always me, [...].” His words grew firmer, more resolute, as his gaze pierced into yours with an intensity that rooted you to the ground. “From the first letter in your locker... to the last message you got today. It’s been me the whole time.”
There was a glint in his eyes, a mix of obsession and longing that pulled you in deeper, making you feel the weight of every word like an inevitable truth, as if you’d been unknowingly walking toward this moment the whole time.
The world around you seemed to blur. It was just him and his words, echoing in your ears, filling the space between you like a truth that had been hiding in plain sight for years.
Heat crept up your neck, flushing your cheeks and ears, making the thick, heavy air in the subway almost suffocating.
Around you, the fluorescent lights flickered weakly, casting a cold, artificial glow on his face, while the constant rumble of the ground beneath your feet barely broke the stillness between you two.
Sunoo held your hands tightly, his fingers trembling but firm, like he was scared that if he let go, this moment would slip away.
“What...?” you managed to mumble, your voice cracked with disbelief and shock. You could barely breathe, the weight of his words pressing down on your chest.
"All this time... it was you?" you repeated, still struggling to take it in, as the lights of the approaching train flashed in the tunnel, briefly bathing you both in dancing shadows.
Sunoo nodded slowly, his shy smile revealing a sincerity you hadn’t fully noticed until that moment.
It was as if suddenly, a veil had been lifted from your eyes, and all those little moments, those fleeting glances and the times he had been near you for no apparent reason, began to make sense. Every detail, once insignificant, now fit perfectly into the puzzle of his confession.
“I never knew how to tell you... I even asked Sunghoon for help.” His voice, soft yet trembling with nervousness, resonated with a determination you hadn’t seen in him before.
His eyes, gleaming under the flickering yellow light of the platform, looked at you with a mixture of fear and hope. “I know we’ve been friends forever, and... every time I tried to get closer, something held me back. I didn’t want to ruin what we have, didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. But I can’t keep quiet anymore. Not today.”
His hands, wrapped around yours, began to feel warmer, as if the weight of his confession had given that simple touch a life of its own. The brush of his fingers, soft and careful, conveyed a tenderness you hadn’t noticed before.
His touch wasn’t just warm, it was firm, as though he wanted to make sure you understood the significance of every word leaving his lips, of every caress he gave you.
The sound of a train approaching blended with the palpable tension between you, but for the first time, it didn’t matter. It was just him and his truth, wrapping you in the intimacy of that moment.
“I couldn’t let today go by without telling you the truth,” he said, leaning a little closer, his voice soft but thick with emotion. “I’ve watched you for so long, and I always wondered if one day you’d feel the same. But even if you don’t... I can’t keep this to myself anymore.”
His eyes were locked on yours, and in that instant, the world blurred—everything but you, him. There was no noise, no people, no traffic. Only him. The way his words echoed in your heart, the way his presence filled the space between you, like you had been destined for this moment all along.
Sunoo didn’t say anything else. Instead of continuing to talk, he leaned in closer to you, so close you could feel his uneven breath, his nervousness mixed with the desire to finally show you how he felt. And before you could stop to think, before doubts or fear of the unknown could interfere, you felt his lips gently press against yours.
The kiss was slow, almost timid at first, as if you were both testing the waters for the first time. Your lips hesitated but soon responded to his, and you allowed yourself to be swept away by the warmth, by the feeling of sharing something intimate, something you had been searching for without even realizing it. Time seemed to slip away unnoticed as you kissed Sunoo back, letting that moment stretch on.
You felt warmth spread through your chest, a mix of surprise and a quiet happiness that wrapped around you like a warm blanket on a cold night. It was strange, but comforting. It was as if, finally, everything was falling into place. Sunoo, always by your side, had been holding onto such an important secret, and now, that weight was lifting.
When you both pulled back, only a few centimeters apart, the air between you was still charged with electricity. Sunoo looked at you with a smile that now seemed the most charming in the world, his face slightly flushed, but his eyes radiating calm and happiness. His hands, still on yours, continued to caress your fingers with a tenderness that seemed endless.
“I don’t know what you think of me now,” Sunoo said softly, his voice gentle but filled with sincerity. “But I don’t regret saying it. I like you, I’ve always liked you, and... I don’t know, I just needed you to know. Besides, you didn’t push me away when I kissed you.”
A brief silence settled between you as you tried to process everything that had just happened. The cool breeze brushed against your cheeks, but it couldn’t extinguish the fire that had ignited inside you.
Sunoo, your lifelong friend, had been the one behind all those notes, the one behind every detail you had once overlooked, and now, everything was out in the open, in the light.
Without being able to help it, you smiled, feeling the blush rise to your cheeks again. Something about his confession made you feel an odd mix of nervousness and relief.
“I... well, I’m glad you said it too,” you whispered, your words filled with honesty. “I think... I like you too.”
Sunoo laughed softly and stepped closer to you, closing the distance even more. His eyes, now filled with that playful sparkle you knew so well, seemed to reflect a world just for the two of you.
“So, does this mean we’re good? Can we go out?” he asked with a spark of excitement.
You nodded, feeling as if an invisible bubble had wrapped around you both, isolating you from the outside world. The sound of traffic and the voices of people around you faded, leaving only the sensation that in that moment, nothing and no one else mattered.
For the first time in a long while, you felt completely at peace, happy, knowing it had always been him.
And now, you finally knew.
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The reality is that this was never destiny or coincidence.
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The kiss you shared with Sunoo felt eternal, a moment suspended in time where the entire world faded away, and only his lips against yours remained, soft, warm, filled with the emotions built up over the years.
You felt completely wrapped in the moment, as if the electricity between you kept you connected in a way that nothing and no one could interrupt.
But while your eyes were closed, focused on the closeness of his body, your heartbeat echoing in your ears, Sunoo was looking beyond. His eyes, half-open during the kiss, weren’t entirely focused on you.
Instead, they were gazing toward the subway stairs, where the other boys had stopped, frozen by what they were witnessing.
Jungwon, Jay, Jake, Sunghoon, Heeseung, and Ni-ki were all there, some holding cards, others with flowers, stuffed animals, little gifts they had brought, hoping to confess their own feelings to you. They had arrived shortly after you, each hoping to be the one to win your heart that night.
Yet all they found was you in Sunoo’s arms.
Sunoo’s gaze, directed at them, was filled with a dark satisfaction, a mix of triumph and defiance. It was as if, in that kiss, he were silently telling them: “I won.”
None of them had the chance to confess their feelings because Sunoo had played his cards long before, from the shadows, carefully manipulating every situation to ensure that he would be the only one in your heart.
For months, he had lied to each of them. To Jungwon, he had said you confessed to being in love with someone "more mature." To Jay, he claimed you were attracted to boys with ambition and stability. To Jake, he said you wanted someone with a sweet and caring personality, but also capable of protecting you.
To Sunghoon, Heeseung, and Ni-ki, he had hinted similar things, always using what he knew would hurt them, always maintaining a façade of close friendship.
With everyone, Sunoo had repeated the same story, subtly but effectively: “[...] he has talked a lot about someone perfect in his life, someone who truly understands and cares for him, though he hasn’t said who it is...”
But in reality, that “perfect person” he spoke of... had always been him. Sunoo had done everything to ensure the others felt insecure, that they believed they had no chance with you.
As the boys grew emotionally weaker, he drew closer to you, made you smile, and gradually created an invisible barrier between you and the others until no one was left. Just him.
And now, in this moment, everything had come to fruition. As the others watched, bewildered, disappointed, perhaps even furious, Sunoo sealed his victory with that kiss. A kiss that for you was tender, intimate, and sincere, but for him... for him, it was also a declaration of power.
When you finally pulled away from him, still under the effect of the warmth of his lips, you could barely notice what was happening around you. Sunoo, on the other hand, saw everything with calculated precision.
He knew the other boys were there. He knew they were watching everything, and that pleased him more than you could imagine. He caressed your cheek with exquisite tenderness, as if he wanted to ensure that his touch was the only thing you felt in that moment, pushing you even further away from the outside world.
"You were always the one. From the beginning. Everything I did, I did for you," Sunoo murmured in his mind, his eyes locked with yours.
But he could only say, "I don’t know what you think of me now... But I don’t regret saying it. I like you; I’ve always liked you, and... I don’t know, I just needed you to know. Besides, you didn’t push me away when I kissed you."
His words sent a new wave of heat coursing through your body, completely oblivious to the other boys a few meters away, paralyzed, not knowing what to do.
Sunoo finally had you, and he wasn’t willing to share even a part of you.
As his gaze remained fixed on yours, and you lost yourself in the softness of his smile, his eyes hardened slightly for a second, barely noticeable but enough for the boys to see.
With that final gesture, Sunoo made it clear to everyone: you were his, and only his.
And they, no matter how hard they tried, would never have a chance.
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⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ݁⠀⠀،،⠀⠀메모 ! ㅤ⸻ㅤ 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾'𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗒, 𝖨 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝖤𝖭-𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗆𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝖼𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 + It took me a while to write because I ran out of inspiration on more than one occasion, I think it can be seen in the part about the locker (which is repeated a thousand times).︐⠀📍⠀
⠀𝒊. ⠀─⠀ All credits to @angelsfat3 / @foschiamara⠀𝄒
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In the shadowy corridors of the palace, where candlelight barely managed to tear through the veil of darkness, Sunghoon moved with the haunting grace of a prince carrying a destiny as heavy as the stone walls surrounding him. Each step echoed in the emptiness, his elegant, icy stride leaving a trail of silence and reverence, as if even the air feared to touch him.
Since his youth, Sunghoon had learned to wrap his soul in a box of ice, a perfect mask of arrogance that kept him distant, unreachable. The whispers in the hallways followed him like an echo in the twilight, murmuring with fear and envy, yet no one dared to cross the invisible line he imposed. However, there was one soul who managed to dissolve that barrier as effortlessly as starlight pierces the night’s darkness.
[…], the young servant whose presence seemed to draw sparks of life into the palace's cold, lifeless heart, was the only one capable of seeing the true Sunghoon. With him, in those hidden corners, far from watchful eyes, the unbreakable prince revealed his fragility, as if in the shelter of his presence he could shed his icy armor.
There, where the palace’s whispers faded and time itself seemed to pause, Sunghoon gazed at him with a devotion that bordered on celestial; with […], he was vulnerable and ardent, letting himself be consumed by a love that knew no bounds.
To him, […] was more than a lover; he was his anchor in an ocean of shadows, the only glimmer of warmth in his desolate existence. In […]’s eyes, he saw a world where he could be human, where every touch and every glance built a home.
Sunghoon knew that for […], he would sacrifice everything, even his own kingdom of shadows, because without him, the palace was nothing more than a glorious, cold tomb.
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But in the cold and cruel reality, Sunghoon knew that his love for […] was his own damnation.
As a prince, he was trapped in an unyielding fate, bound to marry a woman to ensure the continuation of the dynasty. This responsibility was a poison that consumed him day and night, a constant reminder of the betrayal that his title imposed upon him.
The mere thought of being unfaithful to his beloved, even if only in appearance, tore at his soul. So he swore to himself, with the fervor of one who binds his life to a vow, that he would rather die than break the purity of his devotion. That promise became his greatest burden and, at the same time, the reason he kept moving forward.
The day of his wedding was one of the darkest moments in Sunghoon’s life. Amidst the opulence of the palace, surrounded by nobles and murmurs of approval, he spoke his vows, yet in his mind, every word was directed to […]. Every syllable, every oath, belonged to him, as if he could immortalize his secret love within the echo of those hollow promises.
His wife, a noblewoman with a kind heart, would never know love within their marriage. Sunghoon maintained an impeccable distance, fulfilling only the façade, ensuring that neither desire nor affection would ever cross that invisible threshold.
To fulfill the demands of the crown without tainting his vow, he discreetly hired a man to father the heirs expected of him, thus preserving the sanctity of his promise to […].
But fate, cruel and relentless, had other plans.
Upon learning of the engagement that would bind their lives in a pretense of loyalty, [...] felt something break within.
He couldn’t bear the thought of losing Sunghoon, of watching him live beside someone else, even if his love for him remained untouched. The torment of this prospect pushed him to the edge.
Days of silent despair and nights of loneliness piled up until they became unbearable.
The young servant, who had silently endured the weight of a forbidden love and the pain of an impossible future, finally broke. [...] knew that this sentence was a cruel imposition, that the weight of such an obligation would destroy Sunghoon, leaving him hollow, robbing him of his very soul.
Unable to endure the thought of becoming a constant reminder of that curse, and convinced that his love would never be more than a burden, he came to the conclusion that only death could free him and grant Sunghoon a peace he could never otherwise find.
In his final moments before making his decision, [...] summoned a courage tinged with sadness and wrote a letter. With trembling hands and tears staining the paper, he allowed his heart to speak in each word, letting his consuming pain and boundless love pour forth, transforming his suffering into a near-divine plea. Each sentence was a farewell, an echo of the devotion that could never die, even when he would leave this world.
“I cannot live without you, and I know that you cannot truly live with me under these circumstances. I would rather be your final breath than a weight you carry in your heart.”
That letter, steeped in love and tragedy, was the last thing [...] left behind, a ghost destined to haunt Sunghoon’s life forever.
When Sunghoon found [...], the world stopped spinning, and with it, all sense of reality vanished.
In an instant, every wall of self-control and coldness he had built over the years as an untouchable, distant prince crumbled, exposing a pain so profound it seemed to tear the air around him.
[...] lay on the floor of his private room, surrounded by a pool of blood that, to Sunghoon, seemed like the final sacrifice of a love that had given everything, down to its last breath.
The palace walls seemed to absorb his suffering, silent witnesses to the tragedy now engulfing the prince.
Shaking, Sunghoon knelt beside [...]’s lifeless body. His hands hesitated, almost fearing to touch his beloved and confirm that the warmth they once shared had vanished forever.
[...]’s face lay still, his skin cold as marble, pale as the moon on a starless night. The light that once shone in his eyes, that spark of love and hope that had sustained Sunghoon in his darkest moments, was now extinguished, leaving only a trace of dried tears on his cheeks.
His fingers still clutched a letter, crumpled and marked with the imprint of his desperation—a testament of eternal love and boundless sorrow.
With trembling hands, Sunghoon took the letter and read each word, feeling his own life slip away as he grasped [...]’s sacrifice.
It was as if the entire world was collapsing around him, and each farewell phrase echoed in his mind like the shattering of a promise, a vow of love he could never fulfill.
Collapsing, he held his beloved’s body against his chest, clinging to him as if that desperate embrace could merge them, blur the line between life and death, and bring him back. But brutal reality gripped him tightly.
In that moment, the weight of eternity without [...] became a real abyss, pulling him into an impossible void.
Then, a heart-wrenching scream escaped his lips, breaking the silence of the palace and echoing like a soul-tearing lament. That voice, once a symbol of authority and control, now shattered in a desperate plea, in an uncontrollable sob.
Sunghoon’s tears fell onto [...]’s motionless face as he murmured broken words of eternal love, shattered promises, and unanswered pleas, as if the pain in his heart could defy death itself.
Each tear, each whisper was a powerless cry, a fierce longing to challenge fate, a silent plea to a cruel universe that had taken away the only light ever to illuminate his shadows.
And there, in the dimness of that cold room, Sunghoon understood he had lost something irreplaceable, and in the silence that followed his weeping, only the eternal emptiness of a love that could never die remained.
From that moment on, Sunghoon was never the same; his eyes lost their spark, and his soul, consumed by guilt and sorrow, became a wandering shadow, seeking a solace that would never come.
For him, [...]’s death was the true end, and his own existence became an eternal punishment, a reminder of a love that survived even beyond death itself.
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In the present day, Sunghoon remained the cold, distant being he had learned to be, but those who truly knew him understood that this coldness concealed depths of emotion few could imagine.
He had perfected the art of indifference, projecting an impenetrable image that made those around him regard him with respect, fear, and, in many cases, admiration—just as in his days as an emperor.
To the world, he was the unattainable one, the quiet member of a popular group on the university campus, consisting of six other young immortals, each with a past as dark and enigmatic as his own.
These eternal companions were his allies, and together, they embodied a magnetic, mysterious presence that granted them an untouchable status.
No one dared to come too close, no one attempted to cross the invisible barrier that surrounded them. And this was precisely what Sunghoon had desired for centuries.
After the tragedy with [...], he had learned never to allow anyone to break that distance, which protected him from any further loss.
But everything changed one morning like any other.
Sunghoon was in class, listening to the professor’s words, lost in his usual icy calm, when a peculiar scent suddenly invaded his senses—a scent he had sworn he would never encounter again. It was a familiar and painfully intense aroma, the same one he had chased for centuries, filling his dreams and haunting his sleepless nights.
The classroom door opened, and a young man walked in, completely unaware of the turmoil he was about to unleash.
Sunghoon could barely control the surprise that crossed his usually impassive face. His dead heart seemed to beat once more as he looked at the newcomer, who radiated the same essence that had once belonged to [...]—the essence he had thought lost forever.
It was as if time had stopped, as if every second of his hellish life had been only a wait for this precise moment.
The young man, unknowingly, was enveloped in the same fragrance, in the same aura of warmth that had once been Sunghoon’s emotional home.
His features were so similar, so vivid, that the prince almost feared it was an illusion, a cruel manifestation of his own longing to see him again.
But it wasn’t.
That being, whoever he was, had the same gaze, the same face, the same essence as Sunghoon’s one true love.
The young man looked around, scanning the classroom with a carefree expression, until his eyes met Sunghoon's. In that instant, the entire world disappeared.
The hardness that had kept him whole over the centuries began to crack; the pain, the agony, the longing he had suppressed returned with a devastating force, hitting him with every second he held that gaze.
Sunghoon felt the love he had buried so deeply resurface, mixed with an unbearable agony that almost made him collapse in his seat.
He had to approach him, he had to speak to him, he had to know if perhaps... could it be possible that his love had returned? Could this young man be a reincarnation of [...], or just someone with his same appearance, destined to torment him for eternity?
But doubt tore at him.
What if it was only a cruel, vivid dream? What if this young man was nothing more than a coincidence, a stranger who shared none of the memories or feelings Sunghoon had held onto for centuries? What if he tried to speak to him and discovered that those eyes, so clearly reminiscent of [...], were empty of recognition?
Yet a deep, almost desperate need drove him.
It was an opportunity he had never imagined he would have again, and the thought of letting it slip away was as unbearable as the possibility that he was only a stranger.
The professor interrupted his thoughts by introducing the new student. "[...], you can sit next to Sunghoon; it looks like there’s an empty seat there."
The name echoed in Sunghoon’s mind like an endless refrain, a forgotten melody that suddenly returned, unearthing emotions he had buried deep within his soul.
Destiny? Coincidence? In that moment, it mattered little. He only felt that the entire world had compressed into the short distance [...] walked toward the empty seat beside him.
With each step the young man took toward him, Sunghoon felt the nonexistent beat of his heart like a frantic drum. The air seemed to thicken, and he had to fight to keep his expression calm.
His friends, silent and attentive, watched him discreetly, their eyes reflecting a tacit understanding. They knew the story, knew what [...] had been in his life and what his loss had meant.
Sunghoon maintained his composure, though inside, a storm of emotions tore through him. Pain, hope, the desperate urge to believe in the impossible—all of it swirled together, so intensely that he almost trembled.
Finally, [...] sat beside him, and Sunghoon closed his eyes for a moment, allowing himself a brief second of peace.
After centuries of darkness, a light had returned to his life. But that light brought with it the shadow of his love—a love that had been his salvation, betrayal, and condemnation; a desire that had consumed him and now rekindled with a burning intensity.
Sunghoon opened his eyes and glanced at him out of the corner of his eye. There he was, so close that he could feel his breathing, the warmth of his body, the unmistakable essence he had desperately sought in every corner of time.
And in that instant, unnoticed by anyone, Sunghoon vowed that this time he would not lose him, no matter what eternity had in store.
But, at the same time, a doubt lingered in the depths of his being: what if this [...] was only a reflection, a different being who merely bore the appearance and soul of the one he still loved madly? What if, by getting too close, that perfect illusion would vanish, leaving only the emptiness of an eternal absence?
As the class continued, Sunghoon felt the weight of that uncertainty pulsing through his veins.
He knew he was risking more than his own peace, something deeper than the simple longing for a reunion.
And though the desire to speak to him consumed him, to search his eyes for a spark of recognition, he dared not move, not even to breathe.
Until, in a moment of apparent coincidence, [...] turned his head slightly, and their gazes met. In his eyes, Sunghoon thought he saw something—a fleeting connection, a barely perceptible glimmer, but enough to shake his foundations.
The young man smiled, a brief and enigmatic smile, as if they shared a secret the world had yet to understand.
It was such a subtle gesture that Sunghoon felt his cold heart waver once more, caught between hope and fear.
And for the first time in centuries, Sunghoon felt that eternity might be a place worth existing, worth living in.
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⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ݁⠀⠀،،⠀⠀메모 ! ㅤ⸻ㅤ More than history, it's something that occurred to me while I was reading @petalsscribbles's smau.︐⠀📍⠀
⠀𝒊. ⠀─⠀ All credits to @angelsfat3 / @foschiamara⠀𝄒
. . . ₍⠀아이디어 !ㅤ⸻ㅤI'm very short of ideas lately, so feel free to leave me any requests! <(￣︶￣)>⠀₎⠀ ִֶָ
It’s late, close to four in the morning, and the silence of the night is broken only by the sound of your breathing. Something wakes you, a strange discomfort you can’t immediately place. You blink, looking around, until you notice the dim light of your phone flashing on the nightstand.
A familiar name lights up the screen: your best friend. You stare at the device without touching it, recalling your last conversation with him.
"A date? Really?" he had asked, his tone carrying something you hadn’t identified then.
You took it as a mix of surprise and curiosity, even though his gaze had hardened more than usual. You’d laughed to lighten the mood.
"Yeah, well... more than a date, it's a party.."
For a moment, his eyes had reflected something else, something that made a knot form in your chest. But he quickly hid it behind a forced smile.
"Well, good luck with that. I hope you enjoy it."
Now, in the darkness of your room, you wonder if you should have noticed more in that exchange. You hadn’t responded to any of his messages during the afternoon; your date had taken up all your attention. But now, the phone’s blinking light seems like a reminder that someone else had been waiting.
You get up, his words echoing in your head. The things he didn’t say then seem to scream at you now. The air feels heavy, as if the weight of his anger and something more had found a way to reach you.
Should you call him? Should you ignore him? The intensity of the situation makes your chest tighten as you stand in front of the phone, undecided. Something tells you this night will be different, one you won’t easily forget.
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⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ݁⠀⠀،،⠀⠀메모 ! ㅤ⸻ㅤ I honestly didn't like it that much. Anyway, Ni-ki's chat is a reference to my last ff of him.︐⠀📍⠀
⠀𝒊. ⠀─⠀ All credits to @angelsfat3 / @foschiamara⠀𝄒
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“Are you going to tell him?” Jungwon asked, his voice a mix of curiosity and anxiety as he sat on the bed. His fingers, intertwined with Jay’s, trembled slightly, as if afraid of the answer.
Jay sighed, letting his head fall back against the wall, his eyes fixed on the closed door of the master bedroom. He squeezed Jungwon’s hand in a gesture that spoke more than his words could. “I don’t know,” he finally replied, his tone barely above a whisper.
He turned his gaze to his friend, finding solace in the warm, understanding eyes of Jungwon. “I don’t know if he’ll really accept it. What if we ruin everything?” His voice wavered slightly at the end, reflecting the weight of his doubts.
Jungwon gave a small, reassuring smile, leaning toward him. “Jay, this isn’t just about us. It’s about him, too. I can't keep hiding this from him, right?”
On the other side of the door, an unmoving figure listened to every word, their hands trembling as they clenched into fists at their sides.
They had been standing there since hearing their boyfriend open the apartment door, ready to scare Jay as a playful surprise. But instead, their plan froze in its tracks when they heard their name whispered in a tone heavy with tension.
“What if it’s not what we imagine?” Jay insisted, his voice cracking. “What if this destroys everything?”
He couldn’t take it anymore.
With his heart pounding and the air feeling too thick to breathe, he turned the door handle and stepped inside, his face a mix of fear and pain. “What the hell are you hiding from me?”
Jay and Jungwon froze at the same time. The words died on their lips, their eyes locking onto his. “It’s not what you think,” Jungwon stammered, quickly standing up, but the expression on his boyfriend’s face made it clear he wasn’t convinced.
“Then tell me what it is. Because from what I heard… it sounds exactly like what I think it is.”
The silence that followed was so heavy it could have been cut with a knife.
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The room was bathed in a warm dimness, with the soft hum of the fan breaking the silence.
Jay, seated in the armchair, crossed his legs with an almost practiced calm, but the intensity in his gaze made it clear he was entirely present, watching every move.
Jungwon lay stretched out on the bed, his legs crossed casually, but the crooked smile on his lips and the way his fingers toyed with the sheets left no doubt that there was nothing innocent about his posture. His eyes locked onto [...], who remained standing near the door, struggling with nerves.
“You look so tense. Did you get cold feet at the last minute?” he asked with a slow smile, tilting his head slightly, his tone a perfect blend of teasing and challenge.
[...] quickly shook their head, though their throat felt dry. “No, it’s not that…” they replied, even though their feet seemed rooted to the floor.
“Enough, Jungwon,” Jay cut in from his spot in the armchair, though his tone was indulgent, almost amused. His eyes stayed fixed on his partner, analyzing every move. “Don’t push too hard. It’s not like you don’t know this is new for him, too.”
“Push him? Please…” Jungwon replied with an air of mock innocence, raising his hands as if he had no idea what Jay was talking about. Then he turned his attention back to [...], his eyes gleaming with a mix of sweetness and mischief. “I’m just trying to help him feel... comfortable.”
The weight of the situation was heavier now than ever, [...] though they couldn’t deny that there was something deeply thrilling about all of this. They’d fantasized about this moment more than once, though they’d never have admitted it openly.
The heat on [...]’s face deepened as Jungwon leaned forward slightly, his voice dropping to a murmur that seemed to wrap around them.
“Just come here,” he said, extending his hand with a softness that contrasted with the mischievous glint in his eyes. “I promise I won’t do anything you don’t want... yet.”
“Let him decide,” Jay interjected again from his corner, his voice soft but firm. His dark, piercing eyes never left [...]. “He wants to do this, Jungwon. He’s just nervous. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”
[...] felt a shiver run down their spine.
It was true.
They’d talked about it before, more times than they could count. Jay had been the first to bring it up, one night when his touch had led their conversation into deeper, more intimate territory. “You don’t have to do this for me,” Jay had said back then, his tone as understanding as it was provocative. “But if you ever wanted to try, Jungwon wouldn’t say no.”
Since then, the playful teasing with Jungwon had slowly nurtured the idea, turning it from a fleeting thought into a real possibility. And now, here they were.
“Come on...” Jungwon murmured, his voice softer now. He extended a hand toward [...], his fingers curling slightly in invitation. “I’m here. And Jay is, too. You don’t have to feel nervous.”
[...] took a step toward the bed, their breathing quickening as anticipation built. Jay, still seated in the armchair, gave a faint smile, as though watching something he’d envisioned countless times finally unfold.
“Just relax,” Jungwon whispered, his smile triumphant as [...] stepped closer. Their hands met, and the contact sent a spark through [...] that quickly spread like wildfire. They could feel both sets of eyes on them, and instead of being intimidating, it awakened something inside them—something they were just beginning to understand.
“That’s what I like to see,” Jungwon murmured, tightening his grip on [...]’s wrist and gently pulling them forward, causing them to fall to their knees beside the bed.
With a smooth motion, Jungwon tangled his fingers in [...]’s hair, tilting their chin up so their eyes met. “You’re so nervous… but that just makes you look even cuter.”
Jay let out a low, satisfied chuckle from his spot in the armchair, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. “That’s it, sweetheart,” he said, his tone soft yet laced with quiet authority. “You don’t have to hide from us. Let us take care of you.”
[...] looked into their eyes for a moment, letting the warmth of the moment envelop them. They might still be anxious, but deep down, they knew this was exactly where they wanted to be.
Jungwon’s eyes narrowed slightly as his gaze dipped to [...]’s lap, a low, bittersweet laugh escaping his lips—designed to disarm anyone who heard it. His hands, firm yet gentle, slid from [...]’s wrists to their elbows, guiding them upward with an ease that made them feel weightless.
“On your feet,” he murmured, his voice low and charged with intent as he helped [...] stand.
Once [...] stood before him, his heart pounding like a drum in their ears, the dark-haired man pushed him gently onto the bed. The softness of the motion did nothing to diminish its intensity.
[...] fell back against the sheets, the mattress sinking beneath his weight as he looked up at Jungwon with a mixture of uncertainty and something else—something burning brighter with each passing moment.
Before they could fully process what was happening, Jungwon was already crouched between their legs, his posture relaxed yet dangerous, exuding complete control.
Jay, seated nearby, watched silently, his eyes following every movement with an almost tangible intensity. The room grew heavier with tension, and though he wasn’t participating, the heat of the moment seemed to overtake him. He ran a hand along his neck, loosening the top button of his shirt as a bead of sweat slid down his temple.
Jungwon, either unaware of Jay’s growing state or secretly relishing it, let his hands move with deliberate slowness. His fingers traced light, teasing lines upward from [...]’s knees, gliding along their thighs with just enough pressure to provoke but not to satisfy.
[...] bit his lip, their breathing turning uneven as Jungwon’s hands reached the edge of their pants, only to slide back down, purposefully brushing against their growing erection.
“So sensitive…” Jungwon murmured, his thumbs playing with the fabric as his gaze alternated between [...]’s eyes and the rising tension between them.
Jay tilted his head slightly, his darkening gaze fixed on the scene before him. Crossing one leg over the other, he seemed to try and ease the heat coursing through him. Yet he didn’t look away, trapped by every second of the unfolding moment.
Watching his boyfriend possibly being fucked by his best friend wasn’t a thought Jay often entertained—but now, it was one he craved deeply.
He wanted to know if he would react the same way as he did when he pleasured himself between his thighs during the quiet nights when they slept.
Or would jealousy take over, and the one who would end up watching them fuck would be Jungwon.
When Jungwon’s fingers reached the waistband of [...]’s pants, he tilted his head, his eyes fixed on the way [...]’s chest rose and fell with each breath.
“Do you know how much I enjoy this?” he asked, though it seemed rhetorical. His fingers brushed the exposed skin near the waistband with a softness that made [...] close his eyes, struggling not to completely lose control.
[...] hesitantly lowered his gaze, meeting Jungwon’s hungry, mischievous expression—the look of someone who saw them as a prize, a delicate one. His cheeks flushed a vivid crimson, the color spreading to their ears.
“You’re so quiet,” Jungwon continued, letting one hand travel back to [...]’s thigh while the other toyed with the edge of their waistband. “Does that mean you like it? Because… it seems like you do.”
Jay let out a soft gasp, not even attempting to hide it. His eyes stayed locked on the scene, taking in every motion Jungwon made and every reaction that [...] couldn’t suppress.
It was erotic—at least, it was about to become so.
The heat coursing through Jay’s body made him shift in his seat, his fingers gripping the armrests tightly. Occasionally, he pressed his palm against himself, as if that could somehow delay the inevitable.
[...] broke their gaze from Jungwon momentarily, letting the man’s expert touch guide him.
Though nerves still lingered, something about Jungwon’s hands, the tenderness of his voice, began to melt the anxiety away. In its place, a warm, consuming heat was taking over.
Jungwon leaned in closer, his lips barely grazing the exposed skin as his fingers continued their journey. "Don't hide from me," he said in a tone that was both sweet and demanding, as if he knew exactly how to make [...] surrender completely.
As he lowered his face even further, his lips barely brushed the bare skin of [...], just above the waistband of his pants. His hands, now firm and determined, began to slowly slide the fabric, as if every second was designed to make the atmosphere even more charged.
[...] swallowed hard, his fingers gripping the sheets beneath him, the cold air of the room brushing against his exposed skin. His breath became more erratic, a soft gasp escaping his lips as the fabric finally slid down to his knees. His perfect skin tingled from the intense sensation, adding to the heat surrounding him.
"You’re so cute," Yang murmured with a satisfied smile, lifting his gaze to catch the expression on [...], who briefly squinted, embarrassed but unable to hide how his body reacted to the touch.
Without warning, Jungwon raised one of his hands and let his fingers catch the waistband of his underwear, pulling it down with a fluidity that caught him completely off guard. The movement was quick, precise, leaving the boy exposed to him and to Jay.
"Ah!" [...], exclaimed, his eyes wide open as his body tensed for a moment. His cheeks burned, the heat flooding his entire being as his fingers instinctively reached to cover himself, but Jungwon stopped him with a firm hand.
"No," Jungwon demanded, his tone dark and smooth. "Isn't this what we agreed on? Let me show you how much you can enjoy feeling my mouth."
[...] lay half naked on the bed, the tip of his cock dripping with pre-seed and completely hard, inside his mind he was cursing himself, his eyes closed and his head sinking onto the bed. His mouth snapped shut, passing saliva.
Jay, on the other hand, left his gaze fixed on every detail of the scene in front of him. His lips parted as his hand slowly descended towards his landlady. Without taking his eyes off his boyfriend, he lowered the zipper of his pants, seeking to get his meat out and relieve his growing erection.
“It's beautiful, don't you think, Jay?” Jungwon asked without turning his head, his fingers tracing slow circles on [...]'s pelvis, descending them, slowly entering his inner thighs, making the latter shudder under his touch.
Jay nodded, his voice caught in his throat as his gaze remained riveted on […]'s body, on the way his ass pressed against the mattress and made his hips more inviting, on how his thighs were being squeezed by Yang. “He's so incredibly beautiful like this..” Jay murmured, his tone low but charged with emotion.
The words seemed to slide through the atmosphere like another caress, making him blush even more.
Jungwon smiled sinisterly upon hearing that, as if it had been a compliment to him too. “Did you hear it, [...]? Even Jay can't take his eyes off you. You have us hard as a rock.”
Without warning, he lowered his head a little lower, letting his lips barely graze […]'s hipbone, leaving a trail of soft but deliberate kisses that made him arch slightly against the bed.
Jungwon's hands, still resting on his thighs, began to slide inward, getting dangerously close to his core, but not actually touching it.
“You're so impatient,” Jungwon murmured, smiling as he felt [...] the muscles in his legs tense, as if he were struggling to maintain control. “Do you want me to continue? Because you just have to ask me. I want to hear it from you.”
[...] opened his eyes, catching Jungwon's intense gaze. His lips trembled, unable to form words at first.
Every fiber of his being was on edge, but there was something in the way Jungwon looked at him, in how his boyfriend on the couch watched approvingly, that made him feel more vulnerable and desired than ever.
Jay tilted his head, his eyes narrowed as he let out a soft smile. “Tell him, my love. Tell him what you need.” His tone was gentle but firm, a reminder that he was there to support and guide, even from his position as a spectator. For now.
Finally, […], mustering all the courage he could, he let out a trembling whisper. “Please...don't stop. Go on..."
Jungwon let out a wide smile, leaning down to place a slow kiss on the inside of his thigh, causing a muffled gasp to escape […]'s lips. “I like it that way,” he murmured, letting his hands continue to explore, making sure that every touch, every movement, felt like a wave of electricity coursing through his skin.
Jungwon let his hands slowly descend [...]'s legs, exploring every corner with a deliberate calm that only increased the tension in the air.
The weight of his gaze did not leave [...]'s face, who trembled slightly under the black-haired man's control, feeling his warm breath approach his skin.
With a slow movement, Jungwon tilted his head and let his tongue graze the soft curve of [...]'s inner thigh.
The contact was brief but electrifying, causing a ragged gasp to escape his lips. The sensation was new, intense, and seemed to resonate throughout his body like an unstoppable current.
“So sweet,” Jungwon murmured, leaving a wet trail with his tongue as it slowly moved up […]'s thigh, reaching his balls. His tone was low, almost a caress in itself, as if he enjoyed not only every reaction he provoked, but also the way his prey seemed to give in little by little.
Jungwon's fingers gently pressed into [...]'s hips, steadying him as his mouth calmly explored. Between kisses and light playful bites on his pelvis, he let his lips stop just before reaching the tip, as if he were testing how much he could take [...].
“Jay,” Jungwon called without taking his mouth off his length, his voice charged with a mixture of challenge and complicity, his vibrato easily reflected over the bottom's pulsing member. “Your boyfriend is enjoying it too much, don't you think?”
Jay let out a small laugh, though his tone reflected the warmth he felt. "I hope so. I want him to feel how special he is… and that you take good care of him.”
[...] closed his eyes for a moment, his hands instinctively searching for something to hold on to, as his body shuddered with every touch and every whisper from Jungwon.
At that moment, any trace of nervousness was left behind, replaced by a feeling of complete surrender.
Every word of affirmation Jay delivered was only what Yang internally needed to continue torturing the two. He returned his attention to the above, opening his lips and slowly letting the h/c member in, it was salty and sweet, a perfect combination.
His eyes never left their target, he always looked for the priceless reaction, especially when he lowered his tongue and sucked him from his fat balls to the limit of his phallus.
Jungwon continued with his tongue, slowly exploring the glans of [...], around it, tracing soft and deliberate circles on his most sensitive skin as he sucked on it. The unexpected touch drew a sharp gasp from his lips, and his body trembled under the sensation, a mix of surprise and desire that left him breathless.
"Calm down..." Jungwon whispered still with his half-full mouth, the tone that was both an order and a way to cope.
His hands remained firm on the e/c's pelvis, his fingers around his member, holding him in place as his tongue moved with calculated precision up and down his urethra, his mouth completely embracing the head of [...].
Every movement was intentional, designed to elicit involuntary sighs and moans that echoed through the room.
Jungwon's mouth seemed like heaven to the boy, his intentional “mmm..” that made his throat vibrate and gave him that new experience. His hands slowly began to take his stick, masturbating it slowly, in a circular, back-and-forth manner.
Jay, from the armchair, watched with his eyes half-closed and his chest rising and falling slowly, trapped between the pleasure of witnessing and the heat that ran through his own body.
His boyfriend's shaky gasps filled the room, each sound escaping his lips like an electric whisper that made him clench his fists against his own thighs.
His breathing became heavy as he watched him arch his back, his body completely surrendered to the almost cruel precision of Jungwon's tongue.
It was torture, sweet torture, seeing how his boyfriend reacted to every movement, to every slow and calculated stroke that the black-haired man drew on his skin.
Jay could feel the heat building in his chest, spreading through his body, trapping him in a state of arousal that was as intense as the desire he read in his best friend's eyes.
Jungwon, as if he knew exactly what he provoked, turned his head slightly and cast a fleeting glance towards Jay, a barely perceptible smile on his lips, his corners filled with saliva.
It was a silent invitation, a reminder that all of this was as much for him as for [...], a display of control and seduction that seemed to dominate the room.
As Jungwon's head bobbed up and down, one of his hands squeezed and massaged his balls, while the other slowly delved into his ring. Making […] moan louder, Jay let out a ragged breath, bringing a hand to his jaw in a desperate attempt to hold back. But every moan, every arch of his boyfriend's back, only intensified the fire that consumed him.
“You're enjoying it, aren't you?” Jungwon said with difficulty, his voice soft but carrying a dominant tone, even though he was fucking his mouth with […]'s cock.
The e/c could only moan softly and let out a few tears of pleasure, his hands had gone to Yang's head and moved his hips in a circular manner. He always tried to push the black-haired man's head deeper, who only slapped his thigh or squeezed his dick to make him stop.
The sensation of being sucked and penetrated by a pair of delicate, but long fingers was enveloping. It wasn't going to last long like this.
Suddenly, Jay stood up with an expression that combined frustration and determination. His hands went to his belt, unbuckling it with calculated movements on his way to the bed, while his gaze never left […].
Jungwon looked up after a few seconds, not stopping what he was doing, with a superior smile that seemed to enjoy the change in dynamics.
Jay dropped his pants to the floor, adjusting them leisurely before putting one foot up on the bed, followed by the other. The firmness of his movements contrasted with the intensity of the situation.
Slowly, he began to advance on the mattress, approaching with a clear intention until he was positioned on top of [...], who, trapped between the two, could not take his eyes off his boyfriend.
When Park finally positioned himself with his legs on either side of his face, he leaned forward, resting his hands on the bed. His presence was overwhelming, especially when he leaned over him, letting his shadow fall over his partner's vulnerable body. “Look at me.” He ordered, his voice low but loaded with authority.
[...] raised his eyes timidly, his cheeks flushed as the way he passed saliva filled the silence between them. Closeness was a constant tension, and the way Jay watched him made every nerve in his body light up.
The brunette let out a low laugh, looking at his boyfriend's half-naked body and noticing again the way he had his legs on Jungwon's broad shoulders, who was sucking him, having the tip of his nose on the h/c's pelvis. He moaned softly, not wanting to break his crystalline gaze.
“Look at you.” He murmured, leaning back slightly, as his hands stopped resting on the mattress, instead, they were pulling down his boxers, only to let his heavy flesh out. “Aren't you supposed to be nervous? Now... you're shaking and begging for more. How much of a slut can you be, my love?” His tone was heavy with mockery, his voice dripping with contempt disguised as fascination.
[...] looked away for a moment, embarrassed after seeing how big the other was, but Jay wouldn't let him.
His hand reached out to grab his chin firmly, forcing him to look straight at him. “No,” he continued, a smirk on his lips. “You have no right to turn your face away. If you're going to behave like this... at least have the decency to continue.”
Each word cut like a whip, making his body tremble under the weight of them. His breathing was erratic, his lips parted, unable to respond with anything more than a ragged gasp.
And Park did not miss another opportunity, he took advantage of his boy's lips, so he firmly took his cock and caressed those pink foams with his tip. “Open wide.” he demanded.
[...] With his eyes on him, he simply paid attention, so his mouth opened a couple of centimeters more, suddenly feeling it enter him.
Jungwon, on one side, did not interrupt, but his mouth continued to drool over the boy's dick, straddling the boy's cock that drew involuntary sounds from [...] and himself. This only seemed to further fuel Jay's cruel tone, and he let out a short laugh.
“Is that all you can do?” Jay said as he watched the e/c begin to move his head slowly and stick out his tongue so he could lick as much as he could, arching an eyebrow he simply squeezed his jaw. “Oh, come on. If you’re going to be such a... slut now, at least give me something more interesting than that pathetic attempt at giving me head.”
With that, his hand moved down, tracing a slow, deliberate path down […]'s neck, while holding it in place, squeezing it. His gaze was cold, evaluating, as if he were enjoying the show more than the act itself.
Jungwon raised his head briefly, hearing a pop as his lips released the cock, his eyes shining with a spark of defiance as he continued his movements inside the tight hole. “I think your boyfriend likes it more than he wants to admit, Jay,” he commented, his tone thick with provocation. “It got even harder.”
Jay simply nodded, pushing himself further into [...]'s mouth, he gasped as he felt the weight of the hand and how he sought to receive a good blowjob, his chest rising and falling rapidly as the sensations enveloped him.
The mix between Jungwon's tongue and hands, along with Jay's firmness created a contrast that had him completely overwhelmed, unable to resist either of them.
Park let out a dry laugh, shoving himself even further into [...], his nose now mere inches from the fat balls. “Don’t tell me something I already know,” he replied to Yang, his tone firm and mocking at the same time.
As he spoke, he squeezed [...]'s neck a little tighter, making the contact as intense as his words. His other hand moved down to [...]'s chest, brushing his fingertips against the hard flesh. Squeezing them between his fingers.
“If you can’t talk, at least make sure your moans are clear enough,” Jay said with a sly grin. “I want to hear exactly how much you’re begging for more.”
[...] closed his eyes for a moment, a muffled moan escaping his throat as his body arched slightly under the weight of both their presences. The pressure on his neck, adding to the fact that it was now his mouth that was being fucked without mercy, adding to Jungwon's tongue returning to its previous work, sucking no more than his point.
All in unison they kept him on the edge, with no possibility of escape.
Jungwon, without missing a beat, increased the intensity of his fingers inside the ring, as if he was determined to push [...] beyond what he thought he could handle. “It's about to break, Jay,” he murmured, his tone playful but confident. “Why don't you give it the final push?”
“We’re not even getting started, Jungwon.”
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⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ݁⠀⠀،،⠀⠀메모 ! ㅤ⸻ㅤ Yes... It took me a long time and I didn't like the beginning and the end that much. Anon, I'll make it up to you with another story, I promise.︐⠀📍
⠀𝒊. ⠀─⠀ All credits to @angelsfat3 / @foschiamara⠀𝄒
. . . ₍⠀아이디어 !ㅤ⸻ㅤI'm very short of ideas lately, so feel free to leave me any requests! <(￣︶￣)>⠀₎⠀ ִֶָ
Jake would be sticking his fingers inside your juicy pussy, inserting his index and ring fingers, caressing your sweet clit with his thumb. His fingers would move slowly, searching for your spot.
His kisses were all over your neck, pushing you against the wall of from the kitchen. His fingers would be crazy to seek more of you, searching and clinging to your spot, your legs going weak.
There came a moment when he could not resist any longer, his hands made their way to tear the fabric of your pants, continuing with your underwear until he had you half naked in front of him, his eyes were full of lust and jealousy. He needed to fuck you now, he needed to hear you cry for more, he needed to hear his name come out of your pathetic mouth as you choked back moans.
During that afternoon, he spent time fucking your entrance, the condoms full of load were tied and on the floor. You and Jake were on the couch, Your chest was against the fabric of the couch, and your big ass was in the air, being pounded by Jake's big balls. Your skin was red, burning from the force he was thrusting in and out of you.
Then there came a time when it wasn't enough for him and he flipped you over, making your body under his.
Holy God, he fucked you in that position for another 30 minutes, His growls in your ear only made you shiver, your hands were scratching at his skin and your feet were curled up, your eyes were blank and your lips were moaning his name, moaning how good he made you feel and how you wanted harder.
Summary: "Even if there is another life, I hope I never cross paths with you. You make me sick." It was what you thought as you listened to him talk to his ex.
Genre: suggestive, fluff, against.
C/w: Heeseung being an jerk, confusion of feelings, cheating(?), story written from third person. ㅤ－ㅤTw: Curses, crying, unrequited love, virginity taken.
A/N: I don't even have words for what I wrote... I shed a tear while writing this. I hope you all like it + When “[...]” appears it is an improved version of “y/n”.
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[...] was flipping through a history book, his fingers absentmindedly sliding across the yellowed, image-filled pages, dictating to his partner, Jake, important parts which to write down in the notebook. They were in the library, finishing a project for school. The afternoon sun filtered through the windows, bathing the room in a warm golden glow.
"[...]?" Jake broke the silence, his voice soft but firm. "I think we could use this information for the presentation, I mean, to focus the idea from the beginning and attract everyone's attention."
[...] nodded, not really looking at what Jake was pointing at. His mind was elsewhere, lost in memories and emotions that he still couldn't fully understand.
Ever since he had kissed him, everything felt different. He clearly remembered the moment, two weeks ago, when Heeseung had kissed him passionately, mistaking him for Chloe. Later when he went to his house to apologize, an apology that had been clumsy, and although Heeseung had tried to explain that before Chloe, he had had feelings for [...], words had not been enough to heal the wound he had left.
Just then, a tall, thin girl with wavy blonde hair approached them. It was Minjeong, a mutual acquaintance he had with his former best friend, Heeseung.
"Hey guuuuys," she said with a beaming smile. "I'm hosting a party this weekend. Would you like to come?"
[...] took his eyes off the book, looking up, a little surprised. He hadn't expected an invitation to a party, much less from someone related to Heeseung. He looked at Jake, who looked just as bewildered as he was, but then nodded.
"Sure, Min. We'd love to go," Jake replied, trying to keep his tone enthusiastic.
The rest of the week passed quickly, but not without incident. [...] noticed Heeseung's possessive gaze following him through the school hallways several times. Heeseung had once tried to approach him while he was at his locker, but Jake had appeared just in time, grabbing him by the shoulders and leading him to chemistry class.
"Thanks, Jake," [...] murmured, feeling a mix of relief and frustration. Jake just nodded, his face serious, clearly determined to keep [...] safe from further confusion and pain.
The day of the party arrived. [...] decided to go to his room after school to change. He was looking for a suitable t-shirt when his friend appeared at the door of his room, spreading his arms as soon as [...] opened the door, making him laugh at how he raised his eyebrows in search of his approval—about the look.
"Do you need help?" Jake asked, with a mischievous smile.
[...] nodded and let Jake rummage through his closet. Finally, the brunette took out a dark blue t-shirt, with some letters and a drawing in the middle of it.
"This one would look good on you," Jake said, extending it to him.
"Thank you very much, my moon," [...] said with a smile, noticing the blush on his friend's ears but deciding not to say anything.
Ethan began to take off the shirt he was wearing, and Jake, seeing Ethan's naked torso, couldn't help but blush brightly. He turned around quickly, pretending to search for something else in the closet to avoid looking at him.
"Okaaay, I like what I see," [...] said with a smile, still noticing the blush on his friend's cheeks after he turned around. [...] put on the shirt Jake had picked out for him and looked in the mirror. "I think we're ready."
As they left the dormitories, night began to fall, covering the campus in a blanket of stars. The two walked along the street-lit path, their shadows lengthening behind them. The night breeze was cool and pleasant, and there was a sense of anticipation in the air.
"I hope the party isn't too loud," [...] commented, adjusting the shirt. "At least... I hope she don't make her neighbors call the police again."
"Meeting Minjeong and Karina when they're drunk, it'll be like last time," Jake replied with a smile and a soft laugh. "But maybe it would do us good to relax a little."
They arrived at the bus stop just in time to see their transport approaching. They climbed in and sat together in the back, watching the city lights flash past the window.
"Are you nervous about seeing Heeseung?" Jake asked, breaking the silence. His voice was soft, almost a whisper.
[...] shrugged, looking out the window as he thought about everything that had happened. "I don't know, Jake. Part of me wants to talk to him, but another part of me is afraid of what he might say."
Jake slapped him on the thigh. "I'll be with you. You don't have to face it alone."
The bus stopped near Minjeong's house, and the boys got off, grateful for the warm summer night that enveloped them. As they walked towards the house, they could hear the rumbling of the music and laughter coming from inside.
It was almost 9 p.m. when they arrived at the door of Minjeong's house. The party was already in full swing, with people dancing in the room and groups gathered around the drinks table. The colorful lights illuminated the living room, and the atmosphere was electric.
"[...], Jake!" Minjeong greeted them enthusiastically, opening the door for them. "I'm so glad you guys came!"
Minjeong's smile was contagious, and the boys immediately felt welcome. [...] exchanged glances with Jake, who nodded slightly, as if reminding him that he was there for him.
As they walked deeper into the crowd, [...] couldn't help but look for Heeseung, his emotions constantly shifting between hope and fear. He knew that tonight could change everything, and a part of him was ready to face whatever came, while the other wanted to run away.
The music pulsed around them, and [...] tried to relax, taking a drink Jake offered him and allowing himself, at least for a moment, to enjoy the company of his friends.
To tell the truth, he moved through the party with a naturalness that surprised even himself. At first, he had felt the typical tightness in his chest when arriving at a place full of people, but the atmosphere had enveloped him, helping him relax, just as the brunette said. The loud music encouraged him to move, to greet acquaintances and to let himself be carried away by the moment.
With a drink in hand, [...] approached a group of classmates who were talking about a couple of gossips going on on campus. Their laughter and light jokes alleviated the restlessness that had accompanied him since the beginning of the night. Little by little, he felt more in his element, smiling and laughing with an ease he had forgotten he possessed.
Jake, meanwhile, watched [...] from a couch in the middle of the living room. A part of him was happy to see his friend enjoying himself, but another part, smaller but impossible to ignore, He felt a pang as he saw how others also enjoyed his company.
He settled back on the couch, pretending to be more interested in his drink than [...]'s figure. But his eyes betrayed him, searching for him in the crowd, always aware of where he was and who he was talking to. His feelings for [...] were complicated; he loved him more than a friend, but he was also afraid of ruining what they had by trying something else, given the circumstances.
Jake noticed a change in the atmosphere of the party when he saw Heeseung at the edge of his vision, slowly moving towards [...]. The crowd seemed to open up for him, as if fate itself was conspiring to bring them closer. Heeseung had that inscrutable expression that Jake had come to know well, a mix of regret and determination.
As Heeseung approached, Jake felt his heart race, a mix of worry and jealousy coursing through him. He wanted to protect [...] from any further pain, but he also knew that there were issues between [...] and Heeseung that needed to be resolved. Still, a part of him wished that [...] wouldn't fall back into the arms of Heeseung, who had already caused him so much pain.
Finally, Heeseung reached [...], gently touching his arm to get his attention. [...] turned, and when he saw him, his smile faded a little, replaced by an expression of caution.
"[...], can I talk to you?" Heeseung asked, his voice barely audible over the music making him lean closer to one of [...]'s ears.
[...] hesitated for a moment, his gaze briefly meeting Jake's, who offered him an almost imperceptible nod, a reminder that he was there if he needed him.
"Fine.." [...] finally responded, his voice calm but filled with unresolved emotions. He followed Heeseung to a quieter corner of the house, away from the hustle and bustle of the party.
Jake watched them walk away, a feeling of helplessness settling in his chest. He wanted [...] to be happy, even if it meant letting him go with Heeseung. But, for now, all he could do was wait and be ready to offer his support if things didn't go the way his best friend hoped.
In the secluded corner of the house, Heeseung and [...] faced each other, surrounded by the dim light and the murmur of distant music. The tension between them was palpable, and [...] prepared himself for the conversation he knew he needed to have.
"Heeseung, what do you want?" [...] asked, his arms crossed in a defensive posture.
Heeseung swallowed, his eyes searching [...]'s desperately. "I just want you to know how sorry I am, sweetheart. Everything that happened... was a mistake, and I haven't stopped thinking about it."
"It was a mistake that apparently took you a lot to understand," [...] replied, his voice heavy with sadness. "I don't know if I'm ready to forgive you, or even want to see you."
"I understand," Heeseung nodded, his voice breaking. "But before everything got complicated, you were important to me, more than I wanted to admit. I want to try to fix things, if you let me."
[...] looked at him, his emotions a whirlwind. He remembered all the moments he shared with Heeseung, the good and the bad, and how he had always felt a special connection with him. But he also remembered the pain of hearing Chloe's name leave Heeseung's lips that night.
The way he leaned towards him looking for a trace of her, and the betrayal that had left a scar on his heart.
"I don't know, Heeseung," he finally said, his voice soft but firm. "I can't promise you that I will believe you, that day you made it clear that you are very good at lying."
Heeseung looked at Ethan with a mix of nervousness, fear, and determination. "We can go to a quieter room to talk better, the music is too loud," he suggested, his voice barely audible.
[...] nodded, although something inside him was hesitant. However, his curiosity and the need to close that chapter prompted him to follow Heeseung up the stairs to the second floor of the house. They passed through a narrow hallway before stopping in front of a half-open door. Heeseung gently pushed it away, revealing a small but cozy room.
Inside, the party music was just a distant murmur, providing a much more intimate setting for the conversation to come. Heeseung closed the door behind them and turned to [...], his expression a reflection of the internal struggle he felt.
"Hee, why are we really here?" [...] asked, crossing his arms in a defensive gesture. "Why did you want to talk now?"
Heeseung took a deep breath, his eyes meeting [...]'s with an intensity that made him shudder. "I needed to explain to you, [...]. I needed to tell you why I kissed you that time, and why it meant so much to me... It still sounds like a lie."
[...] kept his gaze fixed on Heeseung, his heart pounding. "Then speak," he said, his voice shaky but firm.
Heeseung took a step forward, the closeness between them increasing the tension in the air. "The first time I kissed you, yes, I did it thinking about Chloe. But the instant our lips touched, I knew there was something more. The way you kissed me, [...], was unlike anything I'd ever felt before. More real, more authentic."
[...] watched him, his expression cautious as he processed each word. "And Chloe?" he asked, remembering the pain of hearing the ex-girlfriend's name.
"Chloe was important to me, but I realized that I was clinging to an idealized image of what we had, of something that will never happen again," Heeseung confessed. "When I kissed you, I realized that what I really wanted was to be with you, [...]. It took me a while to admit it, but in the end, it was you I wanted in the first place."
As Heeseung spoke, he slowly approached [...], his hands rising to rest gently on [...]'s waist. The boy's eyes shone with a mixture of surprise and suppressed excitement, but also with a lingering fear of being hurt again.
In the hallway, just outside the room, Jake stood listening to the conversation, his heart heavy with the mix of emotions that overwhelmed him. He had followed [...] and Heeseung out of an impulse that he couldn't ignore, and now, the words he heard left him on the verge of despair.
Watching Heeseung approach [...], touching him with a familiarity that Jake wanted for himself, was like a stab. Jealousy burned inside him, mixed with deep sadness.
He knew that his love for [...] was stronger than he had admitted, and seeing Heeseung about to kiss [...] again was a painful reminder of his own position, of his cowardice for wanting to wait for "the right moment" to be honest with him.
Jake couldn't take it anymore. When he saw Heeseung lean in to kiss [...], he stepped back, feeling the world around you crumble. He couldn't stand there, watching a moment he wanted more than anything unfold.
As he walked down the stairs, the music and laughter of the party seemed dull compared to the tumult in his chest. Before leaving the house, Minjeong stopped him, grabbing his wrist, noticing his disturbed expression.
"Jake, are you leaving already? It hasn't been long since you and [...] arrived..." Minjeong said, her tone worried.
Jake forced a smile, trying to hide his true feelings. "Yes... I think it's better for me to go. I think a punch made me sick and I feel like vomiting."
Minjeong looked at him with understanding, although without knowing the real reason behind his leaving, Jake wasn't the best at lying. "Well, if you need anything, don't hesitate to call me, okay? I was glad to see you here."
"Thanks, Min," Jake replied, before quickly walking out the front door.
The walk back to [...]'s bedroom was a blur for Jake. Each step seemed heavier than the last, and his mind was a whirlwind of emotions. Upon reaching the bedroom, he had unconsciously fallen into [...]'s bed, the place that offered him a small comfort in the midst of his anguish.
Tears began to fall as he buried his face in [...]'s pillow, allowing the sadness and frustration to release. It was a bitter comfort, knowing that his feelings for [...] were real but not reciprocated in the way he wanted.
Despite everything, Jake hoped that [...] would come back, that he would see what he really meant to him. With that thought, he fell asleep through tears, longing for a future where their love was not a secret, but a shared reality.
On the other hand.
In the room, the air was thick with tension and expectation. Heeseung and [...] were alone, with only the soft hum of the party in the background. The closeness between them seemed to intensify every small gesture, every look.
Heeseung approached slowly, his eyes locked on [...]'s. There was a vulnerability in his expression that the boy had not seen before, as if all the barriers Heeseung had built had vanished in that moment.
"[...]," Heeseung whispered, his voice filled with emotion and regret. "I'm really sorry for everything I put you through."
[...], still feeling the weight of Heeseung's words, found himself torn between the pain of the past and the possibility of a new beginning. His emotions were a whirlwind, but there was a part of him that wanted to let go of the pain and find something real with Heeseung.
Heeseung raised a hand, gently placing his fingers on [...]'s cheek, tracing a tender path along his skin. [...] didn't pull back, instead he closed his eyes for a moment, allowing himself to feel the warmth of Heeseung's touch.
"I've missed you, prince," Heeseung confessed, his words barely a whisper as he leaned forward, almost brushing his lips against each other's.
[...] opened his eyes, finding Heeseung's just inches away. Time seemed to stop as they both immersed themselves in the moment. With silent decision, [...] closed the distance between them, his lips meeting Heeseung's in a slow, gentle kiss.
The kiss was a delicate touch at first, a cautious, fearful exploration. But the built-up tension and unexpressed feelings quickly transformed it into something deeper and more urgent. Heeseung's lips moved against [...]'s with a fervent intensity, as if they were trying to convey everything that words couldn't express.
[...] responded in kind, his hands finding their way to Heeseung's hair, pulling gently, allowing himself to fall into the intimacy of the moment. It was as if every touch, every whisper between them undid the pain of the past, replacing it with something warm and new, something pure.
Heeseung wrapped his arms around [...], pulling him closer, as if afraid the moment would fade. The heat of their bodies melted into a palpable connection, and with each shared kiss, the barrier between them crumbled a little more.
[...] found himself backing away, his legs finding the edge of the bed. They sat, their lips still joined, gently exploring each other's every curve and corner. Heeseung let his hands wander, tracing a path down [...]'s back, exploring the familiarity of the body he had missed so much.
The outside world faded away, leaving only the soft intimacy between them. Heeseung, feeling the weight of the moment, paused, pulling away just enough to look [...] in the eyes.
"Are you sure of this?" Heeseung asked, his voice soft but serious. There was a sincere desire to make sure this was what they both wanted.
[...], breathing slightly hard, nodded, his eyes shining with a mix of determination and longing. "Yes, I'm sure, with you I will always be willing to do anything."
With that permission, Heeseung continued, leaning in to kiss him again, but this time with a tenderness that said more than any passionate statement. His hands moved carefully, gently guiding them to a more comfortable position on the bed.
Clothes were set aside with deliberate care, as if each piece removed was one step closer to the truth of who they were to each other. Their bodies met, skin against skin, sharing warmth and silent promises.
The atmosphere was filled with a mixture of longing and nervousness. While their lips remained united in a deep kiss, [...] felt the outside world fade away, leaving them alone in their little shared universe. A bubble.
Heeseung, with an almost reverent tenderness, began to let his lips wander past [...]'s mouth. With each kiss, he traced a slow, passionate path along his jawline and down to his neck. [...] let out a soft sigh, his eyes closing as he surrendered to the new caresses and sensations that Heeseung caused him.
Heeseung's kisses were like delicate flames, lighting up every part of [...]'s body they touched. They ran down his neck, leaving a trail of heat that made [...] shiver. When Heeseung's lips reached his collarbone, [...] let out a small moan, surprised by the intensity of the desire he felt.
Heeseung smiled against his boy's skin, enjoying the power of each touch. "I want you so bad, baby," he whispered, his voice hoarse and charged with emotion. There was a fervor in his words that left the other boy breathless.
[...] opened his eyes, meeting the burning gaze of Heeseung, who was watching him with a mix of adoration and desire. "Me too," [...] replied, his voice barely above a murmur as his heart pounded in his chest.
Carefully, Heeseung continued to explore [...]'s body, his lips leaving a trail of kisses down his chest and stomach. Each touch was a reminder of the deep connection they shared, of how much they had both longed for this moment.
[...] found himself panting, his back arching as the caresses intensified, his breathing quickening as Heeseung continued his stroke. It was a mix of desire and vulnerability, knowing that he was giving up a part of himself that he had never shared with anyone.
When their lips finally met again, it was as if the world had disappeared, leaving only the warmth and passion they shared. [...]'s moans mixed with Heeseung's, creating a soft symphony that filled the room.
As the passion between them grew, [...] allowed himself to get lost in the moment, letting go of all doubts and fears. With each touch, he felt the pain of the past fade away, replaced by a deep, authentic connection.
Heeseung, feeling the boy's complete surrender, hugged him tightly, their bodies fitting perfectly as if they had been made for each other. "You're so... fuck, tight. You're all I need," Heeseung murmured against [...]'s lips, his voice full of sincerity.
[...] looked into his eyes, seeing in them a truth that filled him with hope. "And you are everything I've ever wanted," he replied, allowing their lips to meet once more in a kiss that was both sweet and passionate.
As the night wore on, they gave themselves completely to each other, their bodies and hearts intertwined in an intimate dance that was both a discovery and a reaffirmation of what they truly meant to each other. It was a moment of purity and connection, where passion and love were in perfect harmony.
Thus... in the refuge of that room, Ethan and Heeseung found a new beginning, a place where his fears and doubts faded away, leaving only the promise of what could be.
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The next morning.
Heeseung woke up early, the morning light softly illuminating the room. There was a serenity in the air, a calm respite after the storm of emotions that had occurred the night before. Beside him, [...] was sleeping soundly, face down, with the sheet barely covering his hips. Heeseung smiled as he looked at [...]'s relaxed figure, admiring the curve of his back and the softness of his skin.
Carefully, Heeseung let his fingers roam over [...]'s bare torso, slowly tracing the contours of his skin, remembering how that same skin had felt under his hands the night before. There was a peace in the gesture, a tranquility that made him feel complete, like everything was finally in its place.
[...] began to wake up, his senses taking in Heeseung's gentle caresses. A lazy smile appeared on his lips as he kept his eyes closed, enjoying the warmth and affection emanating from his lover's fingers. He stretched slightly, his muscles relaxing, preparing to turn and meet Heeseung's face.
But just as he was about to do so, a voice interrupted the stillness of the morning. It was Heeseung's voice, speaking in a low tone to someone on the phone. [...]'s curiosity was piqued, and he decided to stay in his position, pretending to be still asleep while listening to the conversation.
"Chloe, you know how much I miss you," Heeseung said, his voice thick with emotion and nostalgia. "You don't know how much I wish things were different."
Heeseung's words fell on [...] like an icy wave. His body, which minutes before had felt warm and relaxed, began to tremble, first with surprise, then with rage. He felt his heart constrict, each word piercing his skin like swords of boiling silver stabbing into his back.
"I went to the party last night expecting to see you... but instead I got a big surprise" Heeseung continued, not realizing the damage he was causing. "I still think about you all the time, you just drive me crazy."
The feeling of betrayal washed over [...], and the pain was so intense he could barely breathe. The night before, the surrender, the vulnerability he'd shared with Heeseung, it all felt like a monumental mistake.
He regretted having slept with him, feeling exposed and cheated. Every word that came out of Heeseung's mouth hit him hard, filling him with a bitterness he had never experienced before.
Tears began to fill his eyes, blurring his vision as he struggled to maintain control and silence. He felt small and dirty, as if everything he had meant to Heeseung the night before was nothing more than a cruel illusion, again he felt like an object, a sexual one. The love he thought he had shared had turned into bitter mockery, and the pain he felt now was indescribable.
[...] could imagine Heeseung's face, smiling into the phone while he was probably looking for a way to hide him. That girl's voice, her laugh, everything about her caused you rejection. Why she? Why couldn't he stop last night? Was there such a need to get excited again?
Finally, he heard the click of the phone being hung up and felt Heeseung roll over in bed, facing away from him. That was his moment. Heartbroken and his emotions overflowing, [...] carefully stood up, trying not to make a sound as he quickly dressed. Every movement was an effort, as if his body was resisting accepting the truth.
He managed to leave the room without being noticed, his hurried steps taking him away from the source of his pain. He ran, not stopping until he reached the safety of his own bedroom.
When he walked in, the first thing he saw was Jake, who was asleep in his bed. But the sound of the door closing woke him up, Jake quickly sat up, his expression changing as he saw the anguish on [...]'s face.
"[...]," Jake said, his voice filled with concern as he stood up to go over to him.
Ethan couldn't take it anymore. He collapsed to the ground, tears flowing uncontrollably as he sobbed with a despair that shook him completely. Jake rushed to his side, kneeling to hug him tightly.
"What happened, my sun?" Jake whispered, wrapping [...] in a warm, protective hug. His lips rested on [...]'s head in a gesture of comfort, gently kissing that area.
[...] clung to Jake, hiding in the shelter of his neck as the tears continued to fall. He felt like his heart was breaking into a thousand pieces, each one a reminder of the unrequited love he had given to Heeseung. The pain was so intense that it seemed like a physical force, a tightness in his chest that left him breathless.
"I loved him more than anything in the world," [...] said between sobs, his voice shaking with pain and rage. "Why did he have to do this to me?" he shouted between cries.
Jake held him tighter, his own emotions stirring at seeing [...] so broken. "I don't know, [...]. I don't know," Jake replied, his voice soft but firm as he tried to offer him much-needed comfort.
[...] sobbed in Jake's arms, his body shaking with each ragged breath. Jake held him firmly, gently stroking his back, trying to calm him down. Time seemed to stand still while [...] vented, but Jake knew they needed to talk about what had happened.
When [...]'s sobs began to subside, Jake pulled back slightly, just enough so he could look him in the eyes. [...]'s were reddened and filled with a sadness so deep it broke his heart.
"[...]," Jake said softly, choosing his words carefully, "what exactly happened?"
[...] inhaled deeply, trying to put the words together as he felt his chest tighten again at the memory. "Last night," he began, his voice shaking a little, "Heeseung and I…we were together. I was so stupid. I thought there was something more, that he really cared about me."
[...]'s words were an echo of his most painful thoughts, and as he spoke, he felt exposed and vulnerable. It was as if every word he said opened an even deeper wound.
Jake felt a pang in his chest as he heard the confession. His heart sank as he imagined [...] and Heeseung together, beyond a relationship or a kiss, together, in bed, sharing sighs and promises. The image filling his mind with a mixture of sadness, jealousy and anger. How could someone be stupid enough to hurt him.
Although he had witnessed their connection at the party, hearing it from [...] was an unexpected blow, a reminder that her own feelings for Ethan were, for now, an unrequited love.
Despite the sadness that washed over him, Jake knew that his pain wasn't what mattered right now. It was [...] who needed comfort, who needed to feel loved and supported. So he suppressed his own feelings and focused on [...], on being the friend he had always been...
"Hey," Jake said, his voice soft and comforting as he placed a hand on [...]'s cheek, wiping away a tear that was still glistening. "You're not stupid. You went with what you felt, and that's brave, not stupid."
[...] looked at Jake, his eyes reflecting a mix of gratitude and pain. "But I was wrong about him, Jake. He used me…he's still in love with Chloe."
Jake nodded, understanding the weight of betrayal [...] felt. "So? Heeseung just doesn't know how to appreciate what's in front of him," Jake said firmly. "But don't let his mistake make you feel less. You are an amazing person, [...]. You deserve someone who values you completely, you deserve to be loved."
Jake continued to caress his arm, his fingers moving in small comforting circles. "I know this hurts now, and it probably will for a while. But I'll be here, by your side, no matter what happens."
[...] nodded slowly, absorbing Jake's words, allowing himself to feel a small relief at his loyalty and unwavering affection. "Thank you, Jakey. I don't know what I would do without you," he murmured, his voice thick with gratitude.
Jake smiled, trying to instill some hope in [...]. "You don't have to worry about that, because I'm not going anywhere. I'm here, I'll always be there for you, my moon."
Ethan leaned into Jake, allowing himself to rest in his embrace, finding comfort in the certainty of his friendship... yeah. He felt that even though his heart was broken, there was a light in the darkness, a hand that held him when he needed it most.
As the sun moved across the sky, filling the room with its warm light, Jake and [...] stood there, side by side. [...]'s wounds would take time to heal, but with Jake by his side, he knew he would find the strength to keep going, one day at a time.
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메모 ! 📌ㅤ⸻ㅤ I won't lie, I was mostly inspired by the song Margaret (lana del rey) and like I said in my other account, I would make you suffer.
아이디어 !ㅤ⸻ㅤI'm very short of ideas lately, so feel free to leave me any requests! <(￣︶￣)>
C/w: bottom Mreader, curses, mentions of: spanking, hickeys and bites + EVERYTHING is consensual. ㅤ－ㅤTw: none. (Correct me if I'm wrong.)
Genre: smut drabble, h/canons.
A/N: I no longer have the @ of the person who requested it, but after half a month, here it is. (I did it this way because I didn't have much imagination. 💔)
𝗹𝗲𝗲 𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗀 ⓘ𝒶𝓈 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗀𝗇𝗂𝖺. ！ 💌
⒈ “You don't know how bad I want to break you, put your head on the mirror and leave your ass red from so many spanks...”
⒉ “My cock would look so good inside you, nothing better than seeing your ass swallow my entire dick.”
When you received the notes, your head was completely blank, your eyes traveled from the small sheet of paper to your boyfriend's face, noticing how he didn't take his eyes off of you. His eyes traveled through every corner of your body, undressing you in his imagination.
He was a boy of word and he wouldn't miss the opportunity to fuck you hard when the cameraman gave them a half hour break (this was for changing outfit and makeup). After all, you were the one who helped him get dressed and also the one who did his makeup.
𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗷𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴 ⓘ𝒶𝓈 𝖾𝗑𝗁𝗂𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗆. ！ 📷
Today was the 21st ecological film festival in Seoul and your boyfriend had invited you, nothing nicer than an outdoor date. When you two arrived, he alone guided you to the highest part of the place, with the excuse that both of you would have a better view.
At first everything was very calm, both of us watching a comedy movie, laughter here and laughter there. Now you were open with your legs, without pants, with your eyes closed and your lips forming a single line, preventing any moan from coming out.
“Hey, my love... you're missing the best part of the movie.”
One of his hands was busy, or rather, his fingers were busy moving inside you, smoothly caressing your prostate. With the other he caressed your glans with the help of his thumb, exerting firmness with his palm.
“If you want this to end, watch the fucking movie, love.”
𝙨𝙞𝙢 𝗃𝖺𝖾𝗒𝗎𝗇 ⓘ𝒶𝓈 𝖽𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗒𝗉𝗁𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺. ！ 🎭
"You're crying? Aww, poor thing. Keep doing it."
His hands were buried on your waist as he continued to hit every sweet spot inside you with his veiny cock, his pace increasing the more you cried and begged him to give you a break.
Although Jake used to (almost) always be a very energetic, sweet and tender boy, he was also someone who, just by seeing you cry because of the way he played with your body, could feel his cock getting even harder, causing bearable pain throughout his phallus.
He loved fucking you in the missionary position, as it allowed him to get close to your face, lick your tears and leave marks everywhere possible, inflicting pain (on purpose) every time he sucked on your skin.
𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗻 ⓘ𝒶𝓈 𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗑𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗀𝗇𝗂𝖺. ！ 🩸
All your early mornings always started the same way, a couple of wet kisses that threatened your neck, with tickles that little by little lifted you up. You avoided at all costs that he could continue advancing, so you tried to move slightly, but everything was in vain. His hands always ended up surrounding you.
“Come on... a little fun won't hurt, plus I'm kind of stressed. Don’t you want to help me, baby?”
A sneaky smile always formed on his face when he saw how your chest swelled quickly every time he moved his hand to your thighs and how quickly he placed himself on top of you, continuing with the initial plan, the kisses that eventually led to bites.
Over time, the entire room was drowned out by your moans, which were generated by the bites that were mostly always on your shoulders, belly and neck. Your vampi-boy's fangs were the cause of the pain, but it was compensated by the blowjob he was giving you.
메모 ! 📌ㅤ⸻ㅤ I FINALLY HAD INSPIRATION (it took me half a month). I really hope you liked this, although English is not my native language, I do my best.
ㅤㅤ아이디어 !ㅤ⸻ㅤI'm very short of ideas lately, so feel free to ㅤㅤㅤ leave me any requests! <(￣︶￣)>
A&N: A lil delusional but it's fiction anyway, and please ignore my edit, the quality is euhh.
Imagine, You and Sunghoon are attending one of their friends wedding ceremonies. The party had taken place indoors, with only friends, family, and relatives.
It was amazing and magnificent to witness how far you had come with the love of your life by your side. Today, your best friend was getting married, and this was the very first wedding ceremony you had ever attended in your life.
The emotional roller coaster you were on seemed to have no end. You still couldn't believe you were here, surrounded by the beauty and joy of the moment. The air was filled with a blissful mix of excitement and love, almost overwhelming in its intensity.
As you watched your friend walk down the aisle, you felt a lump form in your throat. The sheer joy and pride you felt for them bubbled up inside you, almost bringing you to the edge of tears.
The ceremony was a beautiful symphony of emotions, with each word and gesture pulling at your heartstrings. You glanced at your partner beside you, their hand warm and reassuring in yours.
This moment and this day were a testament to the power of love and the journey you had all taken together. The happiness you felt was palpable—a radiant warmth that spread through your entire being.
As the vows were exchanged and the rings slipped onto fingers, you felt the tears finally spill over—a blend of happiness, pride, and an overwhelming sense of connection.
This was a day you would never forget, the first of many beautiful memories in the story of your life. Finally, before the wedding was done, everyone was asked to gather around for the bride to throw her lucky bouquets of flowers.
Whoever caught them, they'd be the ones who got the marriage next, but that was just the word from mouth to mouth; it was actually for good fortune. Sunghoon, take your hand as he leads you into the circle of the attendees.
There are not many people; however, it's enough time to take your breath away. The MC then takes his moment to do his job by giving a variety of talks and entertaining everyone with his funny jokes.
Soon after, the bride turns around to her back while she's holding on to her bouquet, ready to aim to throw it up in the air. Nevertheless, as you were waiting for your bestie to make her throw, She's instead walking down from the stage without throwing her fortune at luck; your eyes were lingering at her with a confusing expression.
Why is she doing it? She should be doing that!! That was the question you wanted to ask her, and why do the people in the hall seem so unfazed? As if this were planned? They look happier.
Suddenly she handed you her bouquet, taking your hand to hold onto them tight with the warm smile revealed on her face.
"This is for you, m/n! Thank you for being my best friend. And I hope to see you again at your wedding after me." She whispered softly in a gentle voice, and her gaze softened as she made eye contact with you. Before taking a step back, she had a she had a reunion with her groom.
"Chole! What's this all about? I don't understand," you asked, slightly not understanding what she was trying to do. She then giggled at your oblivious response.
"Turn around, m/n, just do it!"
"Turn around? " You furrow your eyebrow before turning around while holding on to the bouquet.
At the sight you saw, Sunghoon was kneeling down on one knee, his finger pressing open the box of rings.
"Would you marry me, M/N?" Sunghoon's voice trembled slightly, and his eyes locked onto yours with a mixture of fear and hope.
"We've been through thick and thin together, and I finally have the courage to ask you this: Yes or...?" He kneeled down before you; the scene was almost surreal, making you feel like a lamp had been lit in your throat. Your heart raced, pounding in your chest as you tried to process the moment. You covered your mouth with your palm, your eyes wide in astonishment. This was it. This was what they had been planning all along.
Park Sunghoon, the love of your life, was proposing to you. Sunghoon's gaze never wavered, a hopeful glimmer in his eyes as he waited for your response.
He swallowed hard, anxiety visible in the tension of his posture. Overwhelmed by the flood of emotions, you felt yourself breaking down, tears streaming down your cheeks.
"Yes, I do," you choked out between sobs, extending your right hand towards him. Sunghoon's face lit up with relief and joy as he slipped the ring onto your finger.
The room erupted in applause and cheers, the joyous noise of friends and family echoing around you. Tears of happiness flowed freely, not just from you but from your friends as well, who had witnessed your journey together.
"I love you so much, M/N. You don't know how happy I am!" Sunghoon exclaimed, his voice thick with emotion. You laughed through your tears, the weight of the moment pressing down on your chest.
"No, but I'm about to have a heart attack from this, Sunghoon -"He chuckled, wiping away his own tears.
"ㅋㅋ Sorry, M/N. But hey, at least we won't be boyfriends ever again. We're now husbands."
"Hmph, I love you," you replied, feeling an overwhelming sense of warmth and love.
"I love you more!" he responded, pulling you into a tight embrace. The world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in a bubble of happiness and love.
A/N: As I'm running out of ideas, I thought, "What if I made the reader a total red flag?" (It is your turn now, King.) + The story will be quite short:(
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 자신의 책임하에 읽으십시오.
How would Mingi describe his relationship with you? Well.. he would probably say that it was all about destiny. When the two of you met, he was just coming out of a relationship, and you were the only one who could truly comprehend him, accept him, and be there for him.
"I want you to fall in love with me, Mingi. I want to be the reason behind your smile." These were the words he might need to hear as he wiped his tears with the back of his hand and hugged you for a long time
That was the beginning of a dream relationship between the two of you. He felt very lucky to have you. The months he spent by your side only confirmed how happy he was with you now. The dates that were never missed, the gifts, the words of affirmation, the constant way you kissed him no matter where you were, the eyes of love you put on every time you saw him.
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Today was Thursday morning, July 1, two years later. You were asleep, face down, with one arm wrapped around a small pillow, subconsciously thinking it was Mingi.
Little by little, you got up, passing your fingertips over your eyes and squeezing the facsimile that simulated your boyfriend's body Noticing this, you quickly surveyed the room, only to find it completely empty. With a leap, you sprang out of bed with a smile and left the room, suddenly detecting a delicious smell emanating from the kitchen that caused your expression to fade,
"I thought you'd gone to work, dear," you said in a groggy voice, like you'd just woken up from a long nap.
You walked up to him from behind, hugged him, left kisses on his neck, and finally rested your cheek against his shoulder.
He would just smile as he slowly walked away from the stove. He turned slowly and placed his hands on the sides of your waist, pulling your body closer to his after he hugged you, caressing your lower waist with his fingers.
"I can't go to work today because it's a special day. I've already spoken to my boss about taking the day off," he chuckled.
The boy stopped hugging you, turned around, and finished cooking your favorite dish, Bibimbap. In the meantime, you turned your eyes and went to the couch.
You took your phone out of your pocket and immediately opened KakaoTalk, instantly smiling as you quickly moved your fingers over the screen.
While you were quite busy exchanging messages, Mingi put the dishes and other cutlery on the table. He slowly approached you, gently caressing your stomach
"Who are you talking to, babe?" he said with a small smile that soon vanished after seeing your face.
"Huh? Nobody, well, just a friend." Your face looked unhappy, annoyed, almost as if you didn't want to explain.
It may sound silly, but it's true that just that little thing made him sad. I mean, who would grin so much just from chatting with a friend?
For a few months now, you have become slightly more distant with him, avoided or invented excuses not to go on dates anymore. You stopped calling him "my pretty boy,'' and even when he grabbed your hand in public or tried to kiss you, you walked away quickly, laughing at the discomfort he now caused you.
Had he done something wrong? That was what he wondered, and therefore sometimes he couldn't sleep well, getting up in a hurry to go to work.
That lame response totally killed the vibe. It was supposed to be a chill, intimate moment, but it ended up making him feel all awkward,
"W-well, let's eat before the food gets cold,' he said with a forced smile, looking down as he turned away.
As you sat down, you immediately placed your phone upside down on the table. They were both about to eat when a call startled them a bit. It was Mingi's phone, who stopped it as soon as he could.
You dug in without waiting for him, grinning at how amazing the veggies and meat tasted. It's great to have him at home, after all.
After about five minutes, you saw the boy return to his chair looking a bit down but serious. You finished chewing the little bit of food in your mouth and took his hand, gently stroking it.
"Hey, did something happen? Who was it?" you asked.
"My boss asked me to finish some reports," he said, making a pouty face.
"Oh, honey... Why don't you go now? Then maybe he'll let you out faster." You gave his hand a little squeeze.
"I wanted to hang out with you all day." He gazed at you with sparkling eyes,
"Oh fuck, he was about to cry. What the hell is wrong with him?" You thought as you gently stroked his cheek. From your perspective, you didn't feel the need to spend the whole day glued to him just because it was "a special day' that you still don't remember well..
A sigh of relief escaped your lips when you managed to make him understand. You saw how he began to eat hastily, wanting to end up barely swallowing the bite of meat.
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It had been about half an hour since breakfast, and he was finally ready to leave. There was a time when he thought it would be better to tell his boss he couldn't go, but that would involve having to work overtime the next day.
He was in front of the mirror, staring at himself and trying to cover some marks—made by you— that he had on his neck with his white T-shirt. He sighed briefly as he sat on the bed,.
Honestly, he still felt bad, but not because of the fact that he was going to work on the second anniversary of the two of you, but because of what had happened in the morning: you smiling at the screen....smiling the same way you used to smile when you were with him.
Many times, he told his friends about this situation, who only told him that he should break up with you, that surely you were cheating on him with someone else, or you had gotten bored of him. Both were correct, but he wouldn't be smart enough to figure it out, you thought.
He didn't want you to stop loving him; you were his world. He couldn't bear the thought that someone else made you feel the same things he did. He wouldn't let a negative thought ruin his anniversary.
He frowned as he picked up his phone and left the room, coming across you still sitting there with apparently another plate of Bibimbap. His negative thoughts immediately faded as he approached you, stepping aside and kissing your cheek,
"I must go now, but I'll be back later with a surprise," he smiled as he squeezed your cheeks, chuckling after you let out a little moan.
"Would you let me eat?" you asked, annoyed by his attitude.
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"Take, boy, a bouquet of pink and white flowers, just as you asked," said the man with some difficulty
"Thank you very much, sir," Mingi replied with a broad smile.
"They're for your girlfriend, aren't they?" the man asked.
"For my boyfriend, actually.
As soon as he paid the old man, he hurried to get to the building as quickly as possible. Fortunately, the small rose stand was a block from the apartment, so he didn't have to walk as much.
When he got on the elevator, he began to carefully prepare the gift. He took a small, sky-blue box out of his pocket, which held a gold ring with small diamonds around it. After two years, he would dare to propose, and there was no better day than the anniversary of the day the two of you decided to become boyfriends.
He left the elevator after the doors opened, but he was still hell-bent on better hiding the box among the flowers. He was excited to surprise you while you slept, so he would be able to get you up and ensure that the first thing you saw was him on his knees with a bouquet of flowers, a plush stuffed animal, and two tickets to ltaly.
Mingi had everything ready to make you have an unforgettable day. His eyes held an unparalleled spark, worthy of the love he felt for you. In his right hand was the beautiful bouquet of flowers, while in his left he held a box of heart-shaped chocolates, with a small note tucked in the middle.
He walked to the room, not realizing that there were more than two articles of clothing lying on the floor and the door was ajar. He stopped in front of the white-painted wooden door only to squeeze the peduncle of the flowers, reciting in his head again and again the words that would give way to his proposal.
The black-haired was eager to know what your first reaction would be. Perhaps you would get up and go blank, or maybe you would cry. After all, you were quite a sensitive person who appeared to be the opposite,
Without further ado, he pushed open the door of the room with the help of his little finger, letting his head enter first and inspecting the room in seconds. The smile that had been etched from ear to ear faded and instead, an expression of horror took its place,
"Fuck, just like that! I like it so much, Daddy," you exclaimed by squeezing the sheets on the mattress.
"Oh, yeah? Do you like my big fat meat better than his?" The chestnut tree said, giving you a couple of lashes on your ass, speeding up his movements.
"Yeah, shit!" You shouted, your head sunk in your pillow. "All of you I like, I like you better than that other idiot!" you replied.
"Am I the other idiot, Ethan?" Mingi asked from the door, which was completely open.
His heart was shattered, to say the least. His whole body began to feel weak, causing him to drop everything he held in his hands. Seeing you in that bed with another stranger made him burn with anger, but disappointment held him back. His tears kept falling,
Both you and Leehan were frightened when you heard the black-haired's voice. Your first instinct was to push the chestnut's body aside so you could stand and run to your boyfriend. His response was to push you, causing you to fall to the ground.
"All this time, I thought there was something wrong with me... that maybe I was the one neglecting you for the job," he whispered. "Are you crying? Are you the one crying?" he asked, furrowing his brow.
"Forgive me, please forgive me... l've felt so lonely since you started.." Your words were silenced after you felt his hand strike your cheek hard,
Leehan, seeing this, did not hesitate to turn angrily to the boy, attempting to intimidate him by grabbing his shirt and shoving him out of the room. For Mingi, it was easy to punch him in the cheekbone; between anger and sadness, he had to take it out on something,
Two years thrown away just because you felt lonely? Yeah, right. That's a lame excuse. Try telling that to someone else.
Honestly, he couldn't believe that of all the people he expected to betray him, it was you who violated his trust. The emptiness he felt in his chest was utterly indescribable, but it could be likened to a constant twinge in his chest. His head was spinning as he saw you on your knees before him, begging for his forgiveness.
Mingi felt out of place, his ears covered, making it nearly impossible to hear his own thoughts He took you in his arms for the last time, carrying you to the main entrance and pushing you out of his apartment. He quickly closed the door to prevent you from coming back in.
"Just go with him, man. I'm not going to fight anymore," Song said in a muted tone, taking the third in discord from his forearm.
Before Leehan could leave, Mingi rushed to pick up everything that was lying on the floor, including the bouquet and chocolates.
The doorknob turned, revealing your new partner, just as naked as you, and behind him was the being you should never betray. While you didn't feel remorse for what you had done, you weren't proud to know how he had found out about your infidelity either,
This couldn't get any worse. You were pale to see your clothes lying on the floor in front of you, followed by the bluish box and several other small gifts.
For the first time in 11 months, you felt bad. You wanted to go back to avoid even thinking about talking to the guy next to you. You wanted to be able to do things as if everything were like two years ago.
"I don't want to see you again," the tall man said, his tone serious. Before he tore his gaze from you, he added, "And in case you ask yourself, no, I don't hate you. Despite what you did to me, I could never hate the love of my life."
Not even the cold outside that cozy house was as cold as his words. When you looked straight into his eyes, you noticed that something was missing, something just didn't add up. The sparkle his eyes once had was gone; you took it away.
His voice was also muffled, as if his emotions had simply stopped responding to him.
He was alone, sitting glued to the door as he dropped his hands to his sides. There was no one who could understand him anymore, no one who could love him and make his smile as bright as it had been with you.
What would you do if I told you that you have a beautiful girlfriend who is everything you've ever dreamt of in a person? In the relationship, it goes without saying that love, respect, trust, loyalty, and words of affirmation would never be lacking.
Since the relationship began, your life started to have a little more color. Day by day, you were motivated by the simple fact of having her by your side.
She was always looking for ways to include you in her conversations. I wanted to let everyone know how lucky I was to have you, and that is how you eventually ended up meeting his best friend, Yeonjun.
Clearly, the first few days were a bit uncomfortable. The only topics the conversation focused on were she, how the two of you met, or what the plans were for the future. But eventually, you both discovered that you shared tastes in both clothing and music, which brought the two of you closer together.
Everything was going perfectly. You had the girl of your dreams, you were starting to be known to more people in college, and now your circle of friends had expanded. But... there was a little thorn that you didn't know how to remove.
While having Yeonjun as a friend meant seeing him make a fool of himself at mealtime, it also meant being constantly sprinkled with love, more love than you had received from her.
You always felt something strange when Yeonjun was around you. It didn't bother you, but the way he touched your hand, the way he sometimes squeezed your legs, kissed your face, or approached you more than usual to make faces or jokes made you feel... weird, like you and he were a couple.
Based on what your parents always taught you, it was wrong and not right for your friend to do almost the same things a girl should do with her boyfriend. Perhaps that was the thorn that would not let you sleep, and for the first time, you did not feel the need to push it away.
You were ashamed that he would show that love even in front of your girlfriend, but you didn't want him to stop either. You wanted to keep feeling him close, to feel his lips on your skin and his hands squeezing your thighs.
Ever since you started feeling "strange" from interactions with him, every day after your last class, you went straight to your bedroom, threw yourself on the bed, and stared at your ceiling.
"Yeonjun..." was what escaped your lips as you closed your eyes and ran your hands all over your body, imagining it was him.
Summary: Sunoo invited you to spend the night watching a marathon of "The Conjuring," but the half of his teammates showed up at the worst time, especially when one of them was holding you in his arms.
T/w: Curses, manipulation, knife kink, bondage, feminization (just a bit). — C/w: Non-con at the beginning, gaslighting, Sunoo being aggressive, taller, and buffer than the reader.
Genre: smut, fluff, agresive. — W/c: 4k.
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It was ten o'clock at night when you decided to agree to spend the night with your boyfriend, Sunoo, who had been begging you to watch a movie with him for days.
Now you were on the couch with your legs crossed, and in the middle of them was a bag of chips. On one side of you was the blond boy, holding the soda bottle in his right hand and taking a couple of Cheetos out of the bag with his left.
He had the great idea to watch a horror movie, and what better choice than The Conjuring, a movie that from the first minute had you both nearly speechless because of the abrupt way it started: the girl being accused of smoking, and as the minutes passed, she stood on the roof of the room while watching an old man converse with a nun. It certainly gave you goosebumps.
"Is this the part where it says the name of that thing?" you asked without taking your eyes off the screen.
"No, we were just seeing the girl go back and forth," the boy replied, but he promptly fell silent because of the dramatic turn the scene took.
When he finished commenting, you nodded slightly, and then you both continued to watch the events in silence, with only the panting—caused by the suspenseful scenes—and the sounds of the plastic bag as you grabbed snacks.
While you were looking sideways at your boyfriend as he explained what was going on, you suddenly jolted at the change in music and the screams of two girls who were almost traumatized by the door slamming shut.
You were both speechless at everything that happened in a matter of seconds; however, there wasn’t much of a reaction beyond Sunoo saying, “Woah,” and you panting in fear.
As soon as the television showed that scene where a guy tried to break down the door, you could hear a noise coming from behind you, in the kitchen. You didn't want to give it too much importance because you thought you were just imagining things after the half hour you'd been watching the movie.
Your nerves began to betray you as you bit one side of your lower lip in search of some dead skin while, at the same time, you quickly moved your foot up and down, attracting the attention of your boyfriend. He turned gently to look at you and stroke your thigh.
"Love, is something wrong?" demanded the hazel-eyed boy, who was still watching the TV, but who was also glancing at you every few seconds.
"It's nothing. I thought I heard something in the kitchen," you replied with a sigh accompanied by a knowing smile, gently shaking your head. "Don't worry."
"Yeah, don't worry." A second voice, this time deeper, sounded beside you.
At that moment, not only was there a perfect opportunity for a change in music, but you could feel your soul leaving your body instantly as you screamed worse than a stray cat in a fight and jumped off the couch to the other side of the room, near the light switches.
Sunoo, like you, also shouted. The only difference was that he stayed on the couch, leaning over slightly so that he could cover his ears without dropping his soda.
You didn't hesitate to turn on the lights in the room to find out who or what the voice had come from. In your mind, you had conjured up the mental image of a demon that was more than two meters tall, with sharp claws, red eyes, and large horns.
When the area was finally illuminated by the warm light, you discovered not only that the "terrifying demon" was Ni-ki, who had been hiding behind the couch, but also that the noise you had heard in the kitchen minutes before had been Jungwon, Jake, and Jay, who were looking for something to eat.
The four of them cried out loud for the priceless reaction from the two of you. However, the one who laughed the most was Ni-ki, who had even lain on the floor in a fit of laughter.
A fifth voice joined them, but this was a combination of laughter and complaint. It turned out to be Sunoo, who calmed down after piecing things together and remembering that some of his colleagues had told him that they would be home late.
"Fuckers! I could have died," you said after getting a little closer to the couch, peeking out to see the youngest, still rolling on the floor.
"M/N, calm down. Forgive us," said Jake with a pot on his lips and regret in his voice. "We didn't want to bother you both with our noise."
The slightly long-haired boy walked away from the kitchen to go to you, gently passing his hands around your waist, then encircling him with his arms and resting his head on your back.
You laid your hands on the back of the armchair to push your body and thereby gently push Jake, who stopped hugging you when he saw that you had settled back on the couch.
"Since we're here..." the youngest commented, "Can we stay and see what's left of the movie with you?" he asked.
"Ah..." You raised your eyebrows while moving your eyes to an unfixed point, searching for a clear answer.
"Yes, of course," the blond answered.
You abruptly turned your eyes to Sunoo, who didn't hesitate to respond indifferently, leaving the refreshment on the floor and in the process resting his elbows on his legs.
You stopped paying attention to his actions after you lowered your head, finding that Jake had lain in your midst, resting his head on your only leg that was on the couch. You couldn't help but smile broadly and stroke his cheek.
This would begin a half-hour where almost all the members were present, watching the films of The Conjuring in chronological order. Everything was going pretty well; it felt calm, but at the same time, you felt a little tense.
The calm was because in every scene where there would be a scare or sudden changes in music, you knew that Jake would try to stroke your hand, that it was on his chest and the beginning of his neck, or for the simple fact that Jungwon or Jay would make them laugh at his sudden curses.
The tension was due to the fact that, for more than half an hour, you would still feel Sunoo's gaze on you. At this point, you felt more frightened not knowing what he was up to. Internally, you knew he was jealous of how you let someone else be "above you."
When you had the courage to look at him, he abruptly stopped from the armchair, dropping the feet of the stranger between you two.
"I'll go make more popcorn. Do yall want something else?" asked Sunoo as he put his phone in his back pocket.
"Could you go buy some Buldak Bokkeummyeon and Lay's Spicy? I got bored of eating only sweets," Jay answered.
"M/n's fault. He wanted to stay up all night, and sugar was his excuse," Sunoo answered with a gentle laugh. "Honey, could you prepare the popcorn while I go buy the stuff?" He consulted you.
"Sure, don't worry," you answered with an immediate smile.
Somehow, watching him laugh and ask you so kindly to prepare your snacks made you completely forget the idea that he was jealous of Jake or the way they both were treated. You didn't hesitate and asked the chestnut-haired boy to arrange it better while you slowly got up from the couch.
When you walked into the kitchen, you heard the apartment door close in the distance, so you deduced that Sunoo must have left quickly. You also refocused your attention and threw away a couple of corn seeds that hadn't popped earlier when there were only two people in the room—your boyfriend and you.
You sighed a little as you left the bowl on the side of the microwave. You quickly tore open the transparent popcorn bags and tried to spread the kernels inside each tight brown bag. Then, you put the bags in the microwave for about 10 minutes.
While you waited for time to pass, you rested your elbows on the side of the dishwasher and cradled your head in your hands. You closed your eyes for a few seconds, but the sound of the door opening quickly caught your attention.
You glanced over from the side of your eye just in time to see your boyfriend struggling with two plastic bags that had gotten tangled between his fingers. In the face of that, you couldn't help but laugh softly. You went back to your starting position.
"If you helped me, I think it would be easier," Sunoo said with a hint of annoyance in his voice.
Part of you entertained the thought that maybe he was jealous, but given the circumstances and the way he walked like a penguin in the cold, you decided to "follow him."
"Yes, forgive me, sir." You answered him jokingly as you bowed slightly.
"Tsk" was what you heard while you were still in that pose. You let out a bitter laugh when you felt that tension of a few minutes ago, again. When you straightened up, you felt a hand holding tightly to your neck, paralyzing you almost completely.
Your breathing paused for a few seconds as you felt your boyfriend's fingernails begin to dig into the sides of your neck. His breathing became more agitated as he approached you, to the point where you felt the warmth of his exhalations in your ear.
"You've got me so... unhappy with your behavior," he said. "Is it because your little boy doesn't stop caressing you?"
"What?" You asked. "What are you talking about? You're my boyfriend," you answered quickly, little drops of sweat ran through your forehead on your nerves.
"Don't play dumb, I'm talking about Jake. It's been stroking you since we saw the movie again and you're still acting like a cheap whore," Sunoo exclaimed in a raspy, low tone, squeezing your neck tighter and tighter, causing you to shed a couple of tears from the pain.
You felt so dirty because a part of you enjoyed seeing him like this—angry, jealous, and totally possessive over you. "How rabid could he get?" you thought before you let go of the phrase that would unleash your hell.
"H-he was just trying to calm me down, besides... you were very far away from me, what could I do?" You answered by looking to get out of his grip.
"Calm you down? I didn't know that's what he was called to be flirting in front of my fucking face." He commented in a low voice.
When you had finally managed to stop feeling his nails clinging to your neck, you felt a little relief, which made you sigh heavily. However, your peace was short-lived; now you had his lips on yours, exerting strength with his tongue to enter your cavity.
One of his hands landed on your neck, purposefully pulling your hair to make you scream in pain and thus gain direct access to the inside of your mouth, which he achieved and accomplished in a matter of seconds. His other hand squeezed your waist, causing you to move closer to him with the same force.
At the beginning of the kiss, you frowned, avoiding any chance of reciprocating. The pain, nerves, and potential for a good time prevented you from thinking clearly. You wanted to get away from him before one of the guys saw you. Sunoo seemed to have read your mind, as the hand that squeezed you moved to stroke your left thigh, a warning to cross both legs over his hip.
Who are you going to fool? As soon as you put around his waist with your legs and he put you on the kitchen table, you stopped thinking about the surroundings and now you were just looking for pleasure for yourself, for both of you. You let him play with your tongue and they even started a little war between them.
Your hands were beginning to stroke part of his back and under the shirt you had unbuttoned. The warmth you were beginning to feel was evident in your cheeks and part of your forehead. You were so flushed that even the hazel-eyed brown boy slid slightly away from you.
"Do you really think we're just going to fuck and that's it? How wrong you are," commented the blonde.
"Huh...?" you said, tilting your head.
Quickly, the boy untied a small, white strip that he used as a belt for his trousers and began to tie your hands behind your back, finally making the knot tight enough to hold them together at the end, making it impossible to undo the knot.
"Do you like it? I learned it while you let that stupid dog-boy caress you," said the boy with anger in his eyes.
A combination of fear and pleasure ran through your whole body because you couldn't move your hands or almost anything else. If only you could move your wrists up and down.
Little by little, he returned to kiss your lips, this time making a wet path up to your neck, where he began sucking small areas, reaching up to your clavicle. The way his tongue sucked your skin and his teeth pressed into it turned you into a sea of gasps, which were silenced as soon as his hand met your lips.
Eventually, his unoccupied hand took care of a small sharp knife that was in one of the drawers. It passed this by your legs, abdomen and finally your chest, playing with your nipples.
Your eyes—which had been closed—opened wide when you felt the tip of the knife atop your T-shirt. Your body was completely paralyzed by awe and fear, causing the volume of your groans to diminish, becoming barely audible even to you.
As soon as the man noticed that you were only making low sighs, he began tearing at the collar of your shirt and the waistband of your shorts. Satisfied with his cuts in the fabric, he left the knife in place and began to tear away every piece of clothing, including your underwear.
You were completely exposed in front of him. The cold that had once flooded the room began to envelop you. The few hairs on your arms stood on end like those of a hen. Your legs were trembling slightly for the same reason.
"Please..." you said weakly.
"What? I can't hear you, speak louder," the blonde replied.
"Please... make me feel warm..." you said in the hope that he could do something to help you and praying to the Lord that the boys wouldn't hear you.
"You make just one noise and I'll take you out of the apartment as you are, do you understand?" he asked.
"Yes, yes... I understand," you responded quickly.
A sly smile landed on Sunoo's face as he approached you again, directing his mouth to one of your nipples. Both of his hands sought to stroke the tip of your limb, giving it small, imaginary circles.
You wanted to moan from the way his tongue traveled from one end to the other, sucking, licking, and biting your areolas with great need. You wanted to be able to stroke his head, tighten your grip on his waist, and bring him as close as you could, but now you were just biting your lower lip tightly and moving your hips through the tickling sensation his caresses caused.
As if it were a torture, he created a wet path again, this time dangerously addressing your thighs, which he kissed slowly, from your knees up. In the course, you slowly open your legs, empowering him to mark your inner thighs with his teeth, all while not peeling his eyes off you.
Your eyes, full of tears, met his. A gentle laugh came from his lips as soon as he placed both hands on your buttocks, lifting part of your body, causing you to panic at not having a fixed point of support. He abruptly looked for a way to make your back touch the cold base of the table, leaving your hip almost hanging.
His tongue was present once more, this time licking your entrance in desperation, his hands sought to remove your buttocks from his sight and thus wet every corner of you entirely. Likewise, his tongue passed near your testicles, which between brief moments sucked ever so slightly.
You were letting yourself be carried away by the pleasure that the blond gave you by licking your entrance, part of your testicles and the way his fingers slowly went into you, these moving up and down, doing a scissors simulation and moving hook-like near your prostate, was simply being in the sky, removing the fact that you had your lip bleeding from the way you bit it.
"Did it feel good, bitch?"
A voice close to your ear and a small background noise made you return to your pleasant yet sour reality. Sunoo was licking your earlobe as he swiftly withdrew his fingers from your core and subsequently moved away from you.
Your boyfriend's attention was now focused on carefully taking the popcorn out of the microwave and placing it over the bowl you had previously set aside. When he managed to pour out every kernel of corn, he began sprinkling some salt on them. He moved the bowl so that everything would be well mixed and there wouldn't be too much salt in one spot.
You tried to put your feet as quickly as possible on the floor to get close to him. You swallowed suddenly when you saw that he turned to you with an expression, to some extent, innocent, accompanied by a warm smile and a kiss on your cheek.
"Don't think I forgot about you. I just leave things, and you go quickly to my room, okay?" Sunoo whispered in your ear.
You nodded several times after watching him leave with his glass bowl, a couple of glasses stacked on top of each other, and a soda in his arms. You waited in the same spot where he had undressed you until you overheard him complaining to his friends. He was describing the “strange noises” you had made in the kitchen and how you had been startled by the microwave timer.
"Son of a bitch, you know how to lie so well..." You thought as you carefully advanced into the hallway that faced his room.
Over the course, you looked for a way to get rid of your ripped clothes by doing things such as jumping, moving your legs, or even moving from one side to the other. There came a time when you even looked for a way to get your hands forward, leaning over to see if it was possible for you to be flexible enough to pass a leg through such a narrow space.
"Shit!" you exclaimed in a low voice.
"I can tell you like people watching you, don't you? Always the slut looking for attention." A hoarse voice, almost in the form of a whisper, was heard behind you. "Wasn't it clear to you that you should be in my room? Anyone could take advantage of this..."
Given the compromising position you were in, he began to stroke and squeeze your waist lightly, seeking to anchor his fingers on each side of your hips, gently pushing you back, causing a bump between your backside and his growing erection.
He would simply run his tongue along the corner of his lips as he continued to caress your skin, causing the flimsy garments to finally come off you, leaving you naked and vulnerable before him.
The coldness of his hands gave you goosebumps, making you let out a pair of moans and close your eyes, expecting the worst—that he would push you so that he could pull you into his room.
"Anyone... could do this to you. How do you think I would feel?" commented the blond as he brought two fingers to his mouth, moistening them with saliva. "That's why I have to get ahead of myself."
The next thing you did was let out a soft groan. The way his fingers entered you without warning made you lose your balance slightly, causing you to step forward. Sunoo realized this, so he did nothing but pull your hair with his left hand, managing to straighten you out a little. You needed to make yourself turn around and put your face against the wall.
"My love, please... not here," you answered insistently, frowning at the contact of your skin with the cold wall. "S-someone might come," you stuttered.
"I don't think so. Heeseung and Sunghoon hyung are sleeping soundly, and the rest of the boys have popcorn, soda, and treats," he said with a smile. "They have everything to distract themselves."
A gentle laugh escaped his lips the moment he knelt down, and he continued moving his fingers as before, with the same hook shape pressing on your prostate.
"What was I in? Oh yes, here it is." Sunoo commented after bringing his hand to your limb, lowering it until your glans touched his tongue, and so began to suck gently.
He consequently filled your cock with saliva on purpose, to replace his lips and tongue with his hand. The way he squeezed your tip caused you to feel a sense of unturned pleasure in need of being able to release your semen, also because of the way he kept tucking and pulling his fingers out of you quickly.
For a few seconds, you felt like you were in the sky. That boy who looked like—and is—a ray of sunshine was making you roll your eyes and squeeze your toes tightly to keep from running fast, but it was proving impossible for you, he seemed to torture you when he sucked your balls and increased the speed at which his thumb stroked your meato while pressing hard on your point "p".
"Sunoo... faster..." you begged.
"What?" He replied, moving his lips away from your thighs.
"I'm close..." you commented.
"You should have told me earlier." A serious tone took over his voice as he listened to you and stopped abruptly.
"What...? Why did you stand up?'" Your words were paused as you felt your boyfriend's cock enter you, just as their fingers got into you at first. You placed your forehead on the wall, thus lowering your gaze to what would be soon, you being fucked until he gets tired.
And so it was, the tallest placed both hands on your buttocks, squeezing them tightly before ramming firmly, making you slip a little, leaving your cheek on the wall again and your chest glued to it. The volume of the TV was loud enough to silence the lewd sounds of its eggs slamming into yours and its pelvis hitting part of your buttocks.
As he sought to delve deeper into you, penetrating you and giving you deep thrusts, he decided to untie you as soon as he could. You were about to place your hands on the wall, but it was impossible for you to do so. The boy had now decided to place his hands on your thighs, causing your arms to stick to the sides of your legs.
"Would he make you feel that way?" he asked. "Would he touch you better? Would he give you this?"
With those questions, it was enough to know that his face and his whole body were burning with pent-up jealousy. You closed your eyes to avoid seeing it, preferring to imagine a different scenario but with the same situation. You never thought that a couple of hugs would make him react this way. You were scared but excited at the same time.
Usually, sex with him didn't usually progress from a pair of pacifiers, marks on semi-visible parts of your body, and one or another scourge on your body, like cheeks, ass, or thighs. But now...obviously, it was very different to see him use a knife so that he could tear your clothes, tie you up, and hurt you.
"Hey, answer me, you bitch." The boy demanded, pressing one of his hands against the back of your head, squeezing it against the white concrete.
"Huh... no one is better than you at making me feel this way; only you know how to make me feel good." You replied with difficulty.
It was taking so long for you to respond to him, you were on the verge of losing your mind, the way his cock moved inside you, the way he whipped your ass until he left you red, just loved it, you wanted to make him more angry, to the point where he completely ruined you.
A guttural groan, almost resembling a grunt, came from his lips when he heard you. He would be lying if he told you that he didn't love to see you crying, full of bites and pacifiers that only he could give you.
His movements seemed endless, stronger than the previous ones. The speed increased with each passing moment, making him clench his teeth in anger as his face contorted into a furious expression.
You couldn't take it anymore, you were being dumbed down by the way his thick penis constantly brushed your p-point and as his hands masturbated you, focusing mostly on the tip, which was stroked with one of his palms.
By this point, you could barely stand on your legs. You felt weak after running almost twice as far as you should have. Sunoo had no other options. He had to stop and awkwardly turn around to tell you to put your hands on his shoulders.
As he instantly charged you, he whipped you against the wall, giving you more access to take his phallus, tempting his tip against your entrance. The few laughs he let out made you know that he was fascinated to see you annoyed, he liked to see you ask for his cock, to see you cry for him.
"Sunoo..." His name escaped your lips in a groan, your head resting on his shoulder to conceal your sobs.
Seeing you and listening to you like that just caught him more. Before he inserted his cock inside you, he handed out kisses all over your neck and collarbone. Despite nearly having you collapse in his arms, he was still the same sensitive and careful guy as always.
You smiled at his affection and bit his shoulder as he once again felt the burning sensation mixed with enjoyment over your ring. The action had begun again, although this time everything was more geared toward the carnal, finally.
The way you bravely came out of your hiding place only to meet the scene where your boyfriend was just as hypnotized as you—holding your ass, opening your cheeks to let his flesh out and swin—made you bite your lower lip.
You took a few minutes to admire every detail of his body: the way the sweat all over his skin looked like little drops of silver, his hair stuck to his skin, how his veins protruded from his arms, and the way he perfectly moved his hips in a circular way while still whipping you over and over again. My God... you were ruined.
A passionate kiss ensued between the two of you, mostly to silence your moans, which were gradually growing louder. You clung to him, scratching his back and buttocks. You wanted to stay like this for at least a few more hours.
"I'm close," said the young voice with some difficulty—caused by the kiss—increasing the speed of his lunges.
You just nodded, dropping your hand to the closeness of your penis, taking it firmly, seeking to replicate the same way the blond had done it before.
Both mouths came together for the second time in a needy kiss, having a little war between both tongues to keep quiet—on both sides—groans that heralded what you longed for from the moment you were tied up in the kitchen.
Feeling as if all its load had been fired into you, your body did nothing but let go in spasms. You squeezed your eyes tightly shut as you separated from his lips and pressed yours into a line.
"Next time I won't be so careful, M/n."
A/N: Holy shit, after several days I was able to finish this. I was really thinking about giving up because it would be the first smut I write.
I also want to thank my pookie who gave me the idea to create this (maybe he changed his @ or deleted it) buuuut thank you very much. ♡♡♡
Imagine, sunoo seeing how you were cuddling with a member perhaps sunghoon and then when you 2 are alone he says nasty possessive stuff on you while teasing you a lot of times until you sob where he would..
I like it when the reader cries, thank you for the best idea in the world pookie
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