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[makeitworse]

D.T.F

where mingyu has a pornstar cock, but the only action he’s getting is with his own hand.

★ pairing: f!reader x mingyu ★ words: 7.5k ★ warnings: comedy, smau bits, homoerotic friendships bc i am free, smut with sexting, big puppy gyu, handjob, both oral, multiple orgasms, protected sex, 18+ mdni

★ notes: it’s finally here and it’s filthy and i did not read it twice!!! going to an ateez concert now brb

GOD HAS FAVOURITES, AND MINGYU’S ONE OF THEM.

in this day and age of hook-up culture, of getting lucky with nothing but a few swipes on your phone, it’s far too easy to just deceive your way into scoring some.

men are liars, and they all claim the same thing these days: they’re a munch, they can go until the sunrise, you’ll feel it in your kidney, they’re a feminist, etc… of course, it’s not until those men slide in dry after rubbing straight flap then cumming in three strokes before those poor women realise: a man will claim anything under the sun if it means you’ll fuck him.

although mingyu can relate to the desperation to get laid, he’s not so shameless that he’d just bullshit his way into someone’s pants. at that point you don’t even deserve it. he’ll stick by his true character even if he’s on the brink of insanity from lack of action. in saying that, what makes mingyu superior to thy neighbour is not just the fact that he only ever speaks the truth — but also in regards to the absurd cock size he’s been blessed with. 

through google searches of the average length not just in his country but the whole globe, triple takes from other men in public bathhouses, dick pics sent to talking stages and unsolicited dick pics sent to him — mingyu’s come to the conclusion that he’s bigger than average. to put it humbly, really.

at soft, he can make a few head turns at the least. at half-hard he’s got the size that most men lie about having. and when he’s fully erect, he should probably register his cock as a weapon. 

mingyu’s been told that his body’s sculpted like a greek god, complete with zeus’ lightning rod in his pants. he’s got the cock that the top gets in yaoi with ridiculously drawn proportions, the cock that gets spray-painted as graffiti on a cheating ex’s car. mingyu’s big to the point where it’s like okay, can we be serious, like this is doing too much. 

he’s been told by men and women alike that he could make a living off of his size. ah, what a dream that’d be. taking dick pics (maybe some feet in there too) to pay the bills. having fame and money and pussy for doing nothing but exist with a completely natural, albeit monstrously sized cock. 

he can forget about that ever happening though. it sounds like a dream because it is. nevermind being god’s favourite — mingyu’s starting to believe he must’ve signed a contract with the devil in his past life, because what good is a big dick if you’ve only got yourself to fuck? 

it’s a bad joke, really. all these inches and a pretty face but nowhere to use it. he’s only gotten laid enough times to count on one hand without lifting a thumb, and all instances had punctuated years worth of drought. 

size doesn’t matter, and he knows that firsthand. when he lost his virginity, he came the instant he slid into his girlfriend, who just said “that’s it?” then broke up with him. he’s had next to no luck landing any girls since that pitiful first, let alone getting one to stay. 

he knows he’s not exactly fucking like a pornstar, but his same absurd size is actually what’s holding him back. there’s been times when his cock getting hard for a girl has him on verge of fainting, just from all the fucking blood the monster in his pants needs to get up. then after some mediocre stroke game, the force of orgasming has him seeing literal glimpses of heaven.

despite the physical toll, in some pitiful moments of doubt he even began to question if he’s been lied to his entire life about his size — if it’s not earning him a text back because it’s actually pretty average. that is, until his best friend literally readjusted his glasses in shock the first time he saw mingyu naked. 

mingyu might be getting less action than an actual virgin. he’s since long forgotten how a pussy feels since becoming besties with his imagination and left hand — and it’s gotten to the point that the feel of his same old, boring palm can barely spark any pleasure. he may as well be rubbing off his ankle. 

the porn on page 1 to page 847 has no difference in how utterly useless it is when he needs help getting off. switching to his non-dominant hand, humping the mattress, buying a pocket pussy, watching fetish content on places he wouldn’t even go with a gun — all of it, useless. futile. 

he needs the real thing, warm and tight and living. he needs to get laid before he does something drastic and his face is plastered on every news channel … okay maybe not that far but he fears it really is that serious. all these extra inches means he’s got an extra intense libido to match, and nothing but extra extra bad luck when it comes to finding means of relieving it. 

one sunny day he rants about all of this to his roommate and best friend wonwoo, who nods over a steaming bowl of shin ramyun.

“i see.” wonwoo hums. “you’re not asking to fuck me, are you?”

“bro. fuck off.” mingyu groans, dropping his head to the table with a thunk. “you know what? yeah, i might if i don’t get laid soon.”

“well, i’m not a bottom, so unless you want to take it up the ass.” wonwoo shrugs, slurping down a mouthful of noodles without even chewing. (seriously, why does he do that?)

“don’t you have single friends? discord kittens? can’t you hook up a brother in desperate need? i’m losing vision in one eye with how pussy-deprived i am.”

wonwoo readjusts his glasses. “i do know some girls but.. you’d be okay with having my sloppy seconds?”

“forget i even asked man.” mingyu rolls his eyes, kicking his chair out from the table with a loud scrape on the floorboards. “i’m having a shower. need to jerk off before i hit something. or you.”

after a pitiful, rage-induced wank sesh under the hot stream of water (also a few stray tears shed), mingyu was pulling his boxers on when the door swung open.

“are you still on any dating sites?” wonwoo asked casually, ignoring how half of his best friend’s ass was still hanging out as he barged in. 

“no, i deleted my tinder after that one girl who set my nudes as her profile picture.”

“okay cool. try this one out.” wonwoo handed his phone over, open on the browser.

www.dtf.com

mingyu scrunched his face. “down to fuck dot com?”

ah, so a matchmaking site that doesn’t pretend to be about any ‘finding your soulmate’ bullshit and is unapologetically straight to the point: we’re all single and here to fuck. 

“can’t imagine you look for anything serious on here.” he snickers. 

“well no, it’s in the name. are you?” 

mingyu scratched his neck. truthfully, a girlfriend would be ideal but… beggars can’t be choosers. 

he shrugged. “whatever happens.” 

inspecting the rest of the site, he clicked to view wonwoo’s profile — then whistled at the suggestive set of photos displayed on his best friend’s page. 

Wonwoo A giver, most of the time. AGE: 25 HEIGHT: 6 ft SIZE: 8 in. LOOKING FOR: Female, Submissive INTERESTED IN: BDSM, Brat Taming, Humiliation, Degradation, Edging, Orgasm Denial, Impact Play, Daddy Kink, Sir Kink, Pet Play, Toys, Anal… [Show More] 

“you like being called ‘daddy’?” mingyu snickered. 

“yeah bro. e-girls flock to me like birds, that’s how i get so many over.” wonwoo replies with a smart-ass smirk. “they grip your dick like you’re gonna leave them.”

“….that’s just not what i asked, man.” 

safe to say, mingyu was sold. he promptly had his own account set up, then took close to an hour meticulously choosing the thirst trap images for his profile.

Mingyu Hey (with the intention of begging on my knees) AGE: 24 HEIGHT: 6’2  SIZE: 12 in. LOOKING FOR: Female INTERESTED IN: Vanilla, Missionary

when mingyu showed wonwoo the final product with a satisfied smile, his best friend burst out laughing. 

“are these the default options or something?” wonwoo asked, pointing to mingyu’s barren interests section. 

“bro, i’m just looking to get laid. doesn’t need to be any more complex than that.” mingyu pouted. “unlike you, i don’t need a girl to wear a cat tail butt plug and meow for me to get off.” 

“that sounds hot.” 

it does. “freak ass..” 

after leaving his best friend with the middle finger and then setting his profile to public for matchmaking, within mere minutes women were indeed flocking to him, much like birds. 

mingyu spent all night marvelling at his phone like a kid in a candy store — giggling as he sifted through profiles, kicking his feet as he chatted with women basically throwing themselves at him. 

despite wonwoo making fun of him, it seemed that his only interests being ‘vanilla’ had actually worked in his favour, since he had countless women from all different shades of kinks asking if he was open-minded. the one thing they all had in common though, from the bratty subs to the dominatrixes, was one burning question: is it really that big? 

and oh, he’s been more than happy to prove it; snapping a quick, shaky photo of the visible bulge in his calvin kleins and watching as all the phone numbers and addresses and nudes roll in like waves.

he hasn’t taken anyone up on their offers to meet up, not just yet. call him an attention whore, but he’s had years worth of yearning for this, dreaming about this, even crying in the shower after jerking off over this. these days it’s hard enough trying to reach an orgasm even with every tool in his arsenal — and yet he’s been laying here, chatting away with a lifetime’s supply worth of women, while being so turned on he’s basically blue-ballsing himself. 

ah, he could get used to this. this could even prove to be a little too dangerous. maybe he really was destined to be a pornstar, and him having no luck climbing out of bitchless purgatory was just the universe’s way of restoring natural balance. no one man should have all this power. 

the attention goes straight to his head, leaves him feeling high off of it. leaves him on cloud nine with a painfully hard cock.

ding.

leaves him with a harsh comedown that hits like a kick in the balls.

when he clicks to open the uncalled-for dm, mingyu can feel his boner go a quarter of the way back down just from the shock. what the hell does that mean? do you think he’s a bot, clickbaiting? but he put so much effort and care into choosing the right photos for his profile…

….is it really so unbelievable that he’s only looking for vanilla sex?

oh. okay. so everyone he’s chatted with so far may as well have been shy, considering how forward you are straight off the bat. not even a hello, how are you, my name is… just “i call bullshit, show me that dick.”

alright then. he can play ball.

mingyu tugs his boxers down his thighs, his cock springing free and slapping against his stomach, even at only somewhat hard. he’ll need to get it all the way back it up if he’s going to prove it to you.

he has a full-body shiver when his hand grazes the tip, just from how on edge he’s been; smearing precum across his palm before his fingers curl around in a loose grip.

he’ll need something to jerk off to, and well, since your profile is there….

shit. it’s more than enough. you’re like, really fucking pretty. hot, gorgeous, panty-dropping and cock-raising. so pretty he actually feels a little guilty as his hand starts to stroke his cock, but hey, you’ll get him fully hard in no time.

mingyu swipes through the array of photos on your page, each one more revealing than the last, fist steadily pumping his length. it jumps between his fingers when he settles on a photo of you in white lingerie: the lace hugging your curves perfectly, plush lip bitten between your teeth, hands cupping the underside of your breasts and lifting them on full display.

it’s not until a fresh spurt of precum leaks over his knuckles that mingyu remembers he’s supposed to be taking a picture of his boner as proof, and not just… jerking off for the sake of it.

he has to literally rip his hand away, lower belly already coiled dangerously tight. he can’t remember the last time a girl in real life got him this hard and this fast.

shuffling closer to the mirror, he sits on the edge of the bed and holds his cock upright with one hand, the other holding his phone right next to it — as comparison, of course.

he holds his breath as he sends it through.

well, his stomach sank for a moment there, but he quickly recovers. mingyu lays back on the bed, running his palm up and over his length, just absentmindedly playing with himself as his jelly fingers type out a reply.

he’s quick to navigate back to your profile, cock reacting with a pulse as his eyes land on your face again like it missed you already.

he doesn’t even think about it this time: just gets completely lost in the sight before him, in the feel of his fist fucking him. until a ding cuts through the tunnel vision, your chat notification lighting up the top of his screen. the only thing that could tear his attention away from the softcore porn on your profile.

damn. guilty.

he feels his cheeks heating up a little. the fuck? you’ve got his grown ass blushing through the phone. either you’re a seasoned pro at turning men to putty, or mingyu’s just that out of the element.

his mind’s turning to complete mush at this point; tuned in solely to your pretty face and body, to your vulgar mouth. imagination drifting to the feel of your skin under the pads of his fingers, of your lips stretched over the head of his—

shit, he almost came.

mingyu nearly drops his phone as he fumbles to the camera app, shakily filming himself in the mirror as his hand goes to fucking town on his cock. his mouth’s even fouler than yours with all the whiney huffs and puffs pouring from his throat.

he’s not sure if the footage is long enough or even good enough but he also doesn’t care; sending it straight through to you while not missing a beat in jerking himself off.

he throws his head back on the bed with a tortured groan, back arching off the bed as his hips chase the circle of his fist with a mind of their own. he can’t recall the last time masturbating felt this fucking good, the last time it took such a short span of time for him to reach an orgasm.

the last time he was able to forget that the hand around his cock is his own — nothing but your face, that body, those curves behind his lids when he screws his eyes shut.

and just the mere thought that you could be touching yourself too? to the videos of mingyu touching himself, oh fuck…

mingyu winces as his grip tightens until it hurts, fist strangling the fucking life out of his cock. he squeezes until he literally feels the tidal wave of his orgasm receding, the hot pressure under his abs fading into sharp, demanding pulses of his cock.

why did he even say that shit? man, talk about being pussy drunk. he can just manage to feel the weight of shame pressing into his chest over the ache throbbing between his thighs.

if he really did fumble a chance as good as this, a girl as hot as you, he doesn’t even deserve to cum. maybe he should just start embracing the involuntarily celibate life..

to his surprise, another ding from you interrupts his pitiful — while still fully erect — wallowing.

much like a well-trained dog, you don’t have to tell him twice.

mingyu puts on a whole ass show for you. sits upright in bed, films his entire upper body to ensure no twitch or contraction of his sweat-slick abs was left out of frame.

he’s sure the speed of his hand gives away just how long he’s gone without getting laid, but mingyu can’t find it in himself to feel much shame at all now that you’ve offered a chance to remedy that up on a silver platter.

he cums obnoxiously: throwing his head back, adam’s apple bobbing with each shameless moan falling from his mouth; grinding his hips up into his ruthless fist like he’s fucking into someone; a hefty load spurting all over his pretty toned torso, your name slipping from his lips.

before the post-nut clarity can settle in, he sends the raw footage straight through to his patiently waiting audience.

mingyu was so ecstatic that he didn’t even bother to clean up properly, just quickly wiped himself with a tissue before skipping into wonwoo’s room and dapping his best friend up in celebration.

(his reaction being “bro you smell like cum.”)

after leaving dtf.com behind in a matter of hours and moving over to messages, a date was promptly established. being, a date as in the day, because there wasn’t going to be any conversing over dinner or fondling during a movie.

it’s becoming increasingly clear to mingyu that he really struck a pot of gold in you, since you were both on the same page about this: fuck first, talk later.

if you were to go on a date prior, mingyu knows good and damn well that he’d just be sporting a massive pitch in his pants throughout the entire thing; way too excited for his own good over the knowledge that he’s finally getting laid after.

the stars aligned to both of your schedules being open just two days from now. while the anticipation is sure to strangle him alive, he’s able to give wonwoo notice that he’s kicking him out for the day, and to prepare.

in the limited sexual encounters under his belt, mingyu can’t say for certain that he’s actually made a girl cum. unlike men, there isn’t exactly a visual indicator. his size alone could’ve been enough to get them off, sure. but when it comes to you, he doesn’t want to repeat that flustered fumbling; rubbing what he assumes is the clit based off of what he also assumes is genuine moans. his mouth hasn’t even graced a pussy before, isn’t that crazy?

those girls didn’t want anything other than to feel his cock in them, though — letting him touch for a few seconds before insisting that was enough foreplay. hence why he’s never learned.

you, however, like to play with your food. over texts you’ve been teasing the hell out of him, intent on finding out the limits of his desperation — and pleased to find there is none. he will genuinely do anything just to get a sliver of that pussy, and you only want him more because of it.

mingyu knows your expectations aren’t exactly high, but he doesn’t want to risk disappointing you so badly that you won’t sleep with him again. and if he can exceed your expectations, maybe you’d be open to being something more exclusive….

he’s a romantic at heart, okay?

of course, he had to seek out his most trusted elders for advice.

two torturously long days later, mingyu receives your “on the way” text and is pushing wonwoo out the door within the next second. 

“don’t be back until tonight, just in case.” 

“eh, you won’t last that long.” wonwoo shrugged. mingyu rolls his eyes, and wonwoo just slaps him on the back, pulling him into one of those side-hugs men do. “condoms are in my bedside table.” 

with that, wonwoo takes his leave; off to a girl’s place, no doubt. mingyu doesn’t really care to know. his mind’s pretty occupied with a girl of his own. 

mingyu rushes into his best friend’s bedroom, kicking his bulky ass gamer chair out of the way and pulling out the top drawer of his bedside table. mingyu physically recoils at the pile of dildos and vibrators he finds instead, which wonwoo so graciously neglected to mention. slamming that one shut, he finds what he’s looking for in the second drawer. condoms. 

….why are there so many? textured, warming, cooling, flavoured; how is he supposed to know which one you’d prefer?

after tossing the options over in his head (frantically panicking), mingyu settles on the box of strawberry flavoured condoms, grabbing out more than enough and stuffing them in his pocket. 

he then stops by wonwoo’s mirror, giving himself a once over. he went commando for obvious reasons, and his grey sweats already have a visible tent from how he’s half-hard just thinking about you. he already shaved everything in the shower, but he turns his head this way and that to make sure he didn’t miss any spots. pulls his pants down to check the same for his crotch. he smells his breath, his armpits. decides to spritz on more cologne and chew on some gum. 

then the doorbell rings. 

like some dog waiting for its owner, mingyu bounds over and hastily unlocks the door. 

there you are, in all your beauty — smiling sweetly in a little sundress (they always make men go crazy, for whatever reason). 

mingyu stammers like an idiot as he attempts to greet you, blocking the doorway as his eyes flick up and down and all around your body, damn nearly drooling until you clear your throat. 

“hey mingyu.” you coo, saccharine voice like honey and melting over his thoughts. “it’s nice to finally meet.” 

“yes, yes, of course.” he bumbles, finally stepping out of the way and letting you walk inside. he locks the door, gulping as he watches you inspect the place. how is he supposed to begin this? “did you, uh.. want any water or—”

that sentence is lost on the tip of his tongue when your lips smother it. you catch mingyu completely off guard when you step into a kiss with him, leaving no room for questions when your tongue slips into his mouth. you back him into the closest surface, being his kitchen counter, without breaking your mouth from his. 

mingyu’s quite good at kissing, since he’s got a lot of experience with that alone, but then not much for the after. 

mingyu knows how to lick his tongue against yours and tilt his head for deeper access. knows where to put his hands, how to hold just tight enough to leave your skin buzzing. he knows to pull you in and press your chest flush against his, and he’s mindful enough to keep his pelvis angled away from you. how cute and polite of him. it’s almost like you’re not here for the sole reason of getting in those pants. 

despite his best attempts, you rock your hips forward to meet his crotch, delighting at the solid rock you find there. mingyu muffles a noise into your mouth that you’re determined to hear out loud later. you roll your body into his again, brushing your front right up and gauging the outline of his cock. 

he’s already proven that he’s not lying about his size but man, fuck… feeling it in real life just brings the shock right back. to think, he’s somehow also desperate as if this thing couldn’t get him laid with ease? 

it’s flattering, really — that he chose you amongst all the girls throwing themselves at him, when all you did was doubt and make fun of him. 

mingyu finally succumbs to your ministrations and starts rocking his hips right back — tongue tasting every inch of your mouth as he grinds his length forward, nothing but the fabric of his pants and your dress to offer him friction. he’s so worked up that honestly, it could be enough to get him off. he can already feel his dick leaking into his sweats like he’s some virgin experiencing his first kiss. 

before he can actually just cum his pants, you part with him — a line of spit connecting your mouths that you wipe off. mingyu’s already huffing, waiting for your next move. you smirk, turning on your heel and walking further into the place. 

“which one’s your room?” you call after him. he takes that as a hint to run up and show you to it. 

mingyu can just barely hear your oohs and ahhs over the blood pumping like bass in his ears as he pushes his bedroom door open.

your fingers run along his shelves, eyes scanning his posters and the gym equipment scattered around the place. the picture of a dude’s room. 

“where’s your roommate?” you ask, perching on his bed. 

mingyu swallows, willing his voice to come, a little speechless just at the sight of you sitting where he sleeps. “wonwoo? uh, he’s out.” 

you hum, nodding. “so we don’t have to worry about your volume, then.” 

oh. you offer mingyu a grin and he just blanches. not yours, his volume. you’re not wrong though.. you’ll probably have him hooting and hollering from just thumbing his tip. 

you clear your throat, commanding his attention. 

“are you gonna fuck me from there or..?” 

mingyu can feel his knees bending a little, on instinct from being flustered and wanting to shrink. you pat on the bed, just to gently guide him, and mingyu follows like a dog. 

he chooses to sit beside you which makes you giggle. with a hand on the neck, thumb sitting above his thrumming pulse, you pull him in for a kiss. it’s startlingly tender, at least it begins so. 

it’s not long at all until your impatience wins over and you’re licking into his mouth again, enticing little hums from mingyu’s throat. you swings your thighs over his as you climb into his lap, feeling his whole body tense as you sit right on the massive tent in his pants. 

mingyu knows he’s fully hard, has been since you put your tongue in his mouth — but now you know it too. there’s a bit of an astonished look in your eye, as if finally confirming some theory. yes, it really is that big. boners give him headaches and he wouldn’t doubt that some of his back pain comes from lugging this big thing around all day. 

even now, he can feel his head swimming from all the blood leaving to his lower half. you may leave him with a killer migraine from how hard he’s sure to cum, but it’ll be more than worth it. and you can always make it up to him, maybe….

you grind down on him a few times, the wet patch on his sweats growing even worse; mingyu throwing his head back and just letting you. 

a rough hand gripping the scruff of his hair gets his eyes to fly open, staring at you with wide eyes like he’s in trouble. under his watch, you roll your hips deliberately slow, letting mingyu feel every ridge down there, all the wetness dripping from your— 

shit, you’re not wearing underwear. you giggle at his recognition, and mingyu’s hands fly out to grip your thighs. to slow you down or get you to speed up, he doesn’t know. as long as you don’t stop. 

you make a show with your hand: cupping a breast through your dress, trailing your fingers down your torso before they find the hem of your skirt. you snicker at mingyu’s eyes following every little move, then raise the dress to reveal your bare pussy rutting against his cock — nothing but the thin fabric of his sweats separating you, soiled sticky with your shared arousal. 

mingyu whines at the sight, his cock pulsing under you in tandem. you even look a bit startled at how much of it moved, practically halfway in you at this point. 

to his dismay you shift back, sitting on his thighs and leaving his poor crotch empty. he doesn’t get to pout for long though, since your hand leaves the dress to brush your knuckles against his length. mingyu shivers, a desperate noise leaving his mouth as your fingers dance over his cock. it throbs and jumps in response, and you giggle, continuing to just play with it. he can barely feel the warmth of your fingers through the fabric, and his hips cant upwards in chase of it. 

“you’re real pretty like this, mingyu.” you murmur, fingers softly making a plucking motion over his tip and watching him try to thrust up into it. 

as a big ass dude, he’s never heard himself be called ‘pretty’ before, even by his mother but… the way his body reacts to that speaks for itself. 

he can’t even get out a ‘thanks’, nothing but embarrassing whines leaving his mouth, even over the faintest stimulation you’re offering him. 

“you’ll need to work to fit inside.” you tell him, and he nods, even though he doesn’t even fully register what that means. “mingyu?” 

“yeah?” he huffs out, glossy eyes finding yours. you swoon over how much he looks like a puppy, especially with his open-mouth panting, and the fact that he won’t move unless you tell him to. 

softness swells inside you and your fingers splay through his hair, combing through it gently. a contrast to your blunt words: “eat me out.” 

“oh,” he just says, mind lagging behind as the words sink in. “oh. yes, yeah. i can do that.” 

you huff in amusement, pushing off his lap and positioning yourself at the edge of the bed. “i would hope so..” 

mingyu follows your lead, sliding off the edge himself and sitting on the floor in front of you. you giggle at his commitment, spreading your legs and pulling the skirt up so your pussy is on full display for him. 

saliva gathers in his mouth just looking at it, and he mentally runs through all of the advice jeonghan and joshua gave him. 

leaning forward, mingyu starts out slow; leaving soft pecks on the skin of your thigh, listening to your breathing as he inches closer. he works up the courage to look up, holding your gaze as he gives a tentative lick. 

you hum appreciatively, fingers finding his hair again, his lashes fluttering over how much he likes the feel of your hand there. mingyu dives in again, just licking for the sake of it — running his tongue through your folds and familiarising himself with your taste. he pulls a steady stream of hums from you, punctuated with a gasp when his tongue presses just right in a particular spot. 

the clit, mingyu realises. he latches on so he doesn’t lose it — lips closing around the bud and sucking. your back arches, fingers twisting in mingyu’s hair and causing a groan to rumble on your pussy. 

while mingyu kinda knows what to do, he also kinda doesn’t know what the fuck he’s doing, so he follows the noises above him as direction. he builds a rhythm, switching between quick flicks of his tongue and sucking your clit into his mouth. then, he gets curious: licking down to your hole, juices gushing onto his tongue as he buries it into you. you squeak, thighs clamping around his head, and mingyu uses both of his hands to pry them back open. 

he fucks you on his tongue, trying his best to keep his eyes on you through how much they’re rolling back into his head. he thinks he’s got the hang of this now — and so he drags his mouth back to your clit, replacing his tongue with two fingers. mingyu pistons them in and out, curls them up, and goes light-headed at all the gorgeous noises he’s pulling from your mouth. 

you’re tight, such a tight fit it might hurt him when he goes in — so he can only imagine how much it’ll hurt you. 

on that thought, mingyu scissors his fingers, spreading you open and brushing against your g-spot as he does. his cock jumps in his sweats as you drag out a moan, fist close to ripping out his hair. mingyu adds a third finger, fucks you on them for a bit and listens to your moans in response before easing in a fourth. even all his fingers won’t compare to his entire size, but it’s all he has to prepare you enough. 

for the first time maybe ever, mingyu’s certain that you’re close. your body’s practically vibrating: thighs tensing around his ears, pussy throbbing in his mouth and around his fingers. 

mingyu locks in, keeping his hand and tongue steady to fuck and lick you through it — that is, until you just tear his face away. 

he blinks, registering what just happened as you pull his hand out yourself. he blinks again, and suddenly you’re pulling him up by the shirt collar until he’s sat back on the bed. 

you shove him, and mingyu falls on his back. one more blink and mingyu’s met with the image of you lowering your pussy onto his mouth. 

you straddle mingyu’s face, grabbing hold of his hair as an anchor before you start to rocklike crazy. your dress covers his eyes, but he’s undeterred as his hands find your ass and push you further down, gladly presenting his tongue for you to use. 

mingyu can hardly breathe, but he’d die happily if the last thing he hears is your moans as you ride your orgasm out on his face. 

his scalp burns when your fingers twist impossibly tight, hips grinding onto him so hard that even his teeth ache — but then a fresh wave of slick is gushing onto his tongue, and mingyu knows that you’re cumming. 

it’s all too much for him and his painfully erect cock, and before he can even register what’s happening — mingyu’s stomach is lurching, cock spilling a hot load into his sweats. 

you climb off him, looking unkempt and yet every bit still gorgeous. you tug mingyu by his neck into a kiss, feral and sloppy. teeth gnashing and tongues twisting. your chin sliding against his chin, covered in your cum and his own spit. 

mingyu’s the one who breaks it off this time — as much as it pains him, he probably would’ve suffocated on your tongue there with just how breathless he’s been since you unsaddled from him. 

you notice, allowing him a moment to actually get some air back into his lungs as you kiss along his jaw and above his adam’s apple. it bobs as you leave a peck there. 

turning your attention to the rest of his body, you tug on his shirt, and mingyu lifts his arms to let you pull it off. chest bare, you begin to ravage him, leaving your mark as you suck hickeys and nip bites at his honey skin. your tongue runs through the valley of his pecs and the ridges of his abs, stopped only by the band of his sweats. you pull back, eyes landing on the large stain in his pants, and your lips curl into a smirk. 

“aw,” you pout. “i’m flattered.” 

you peel his waistband back, and mingyu takes the hint to raise his hips and let you pull these godforsaken sweats all the way down. he winces when his cock slaps against his stomach, sensitive and yet still fully hard. 

you take a moment to just admire it, and mingyu gets progressively shy, pre beading at his tip like there isn’t actual cum still covering his length. 

you wrap gentle fingers around the base, smiling at how it jumps in your hand. what mingyu doesn’t expect is for you to lean down, and press your lips against the head of his cock. 

mingyu groans, so sensitive and yet so fucking good. you don’t go too hard as you mouth at his tip, then darting your tongue out and running it down his length — licking up all the cum dripping down to his balls. you even leave a kiss on his sack, and he shivers, almost shutting his legs on instinct. 

he giggles. “sorry, no one’s ever—”

“i could spend all day down here,” you tell him, eyes alight and smile beaming. you really do mean that and you want him to know it. “you’ve got more than enough for a girl to be grateful for.” 

mingyu shivers again as you leave an open-mouthed kiss on his cock, running your lips over his length, though he’s not sure if it’s because of that or because of your words. 

“almost didn’t believe a man that looks like you could be so desperate, but now..” you press your thumb to his frenulum, revelling in the moan that rips from his chest. “what a lucky girl i am, huh?” 

“ffu—shit, you mean i’m the lucky one,” mingyu manages to grit out. “haven’t been laid in forever.”

“see now, i just can’t believe that. well, i do, now that i’m actually touching you—” you squeeze his tip as if to make a point, and mingyu nearly thrashes from how much that just built his next orgasm. “guess we’ll just have to make up for lost time, hm?” 

mingyu nods feverishly. you smile, so entirely endeared with him. 

with how much of a package mingyu is (in more ways than one), you probably would’ve still fucked him even if you found out he was lying about being pathetically bitchless. now, his good looks are just a bonus. you’re going to fuck him because you’re starting to feel quite fond of him. 

“where’s your condoms?” you ask him, granting his poor cock some mercy and instead choosing to run your hands over his sweat-slick abs. 

“er..” his mind blanks for a moment, too caught up on the fact that you’re really about to fuck him. “pants pocket.” 

you stand from the bed, kneeling down to reach into where you threw his pants on the floor. you arch a brow at mingyu, no doubt realising how he’s got an entire stash of condoms in there, but you don’t mention it. 

back on your feet, you shrug your dress off, revealing nothing but a bare, beautifully sculpted body beneath. 

“wah..” mingyu unintentionally says out loud, just admiring you. 

you roll your eyes, ripping the condom packet open with your teeth. “don’t cum before i even put it in.” 

“better hurry then..” he smiles, flashing his sharp canines. 

it’s all fast movement from there: you slip the condom on mingyu, snickering a comment about how it took forever until it reached the base, and then you position yourself right above him. 

mingyu holds his breath, expecting you to ease onto him — totally unprepared for you to just drop down.

mingyu body curls upwards like you’ve just winded him, cursing like a sailor over your heat wrapped around him. he already knew it’d be like this, even with all the prep, but you’re so fucking tight. you’re just sitting there, not even moving, and yet your pussy is strangling the fucking life out of his cock. 

he’s so caught up in trying not to cum prematurely that he forgets about your own discomfort. mingyu recollects himself, pressing a gentle palm to your back as he schools his shaky breathing. 

“you okay?” he wheezes out, eyes screwing shut at the pulse your pussy gives. 

“mm.” you hum, offering no sign to fuss over, but that doesn’t stop mingyu. holding your waist, he attempts to lift you off of him, but you cut that shit out immediately when you grind yourself forward on his cock. he keels over, head buried into your shoulder. 

“‘s a lot to take, but i’m fine, mingyu.” you reassure him, fingers playing with his hair since you’ve realised how much he seems to like it. “are you okay?” 

he groans out, intending for that to be a yes. you giggle. “i’m going to move now, alright?” he repeats the groan noise in reply. 

you plant both feet on either side of mingyu, balancing yourself with your hands holding his hair, and then you start to bounce. just slowly to start off, letting your pussy adjust to the massive ass cock spearing you open. you know that if you were to have inched down, your pussy would’ve tried to push it out, so making mingyu fit meant just taking it all at once. 

he currently looks like he’s the one that has to adjust to you, though. 

mingyu lets out a stream of whimpers into your ear where his head is lolled onto your shoulder, just pliantly taking what you’re giving him. all of his brainpower is channelled into holding his cum back right now. 

his effort is almost in vain when you speed up, bouncing so hard that his balls smack into your ass with each thrust onto him. 

he’s moaning so loud he didn’t even realise the desperate cries coming from your mouth too — dick twitching so violently he didn’t even realise how much you’re pulsing around him. 

mingyu pulls back, knowing he’ll regret it if he spent the entire duration of sex with his face stuffed in your shoulder — his eyes captivated on where your bodies connect. 

he can’t find the strength in him to offer anything more than his hips stuttering up, attempting to meet each of your bounces on him. in and out, in and out, in and— 

“fuuuuucck,” mingyu drawls, eyes rolling so far back he catches a glimpse of his own brain. 

you don’t mention it as you quickly wipe some drool from the corner of his mouth, then gasp as you feel his cock spasm like a snapped rubber band. “shit, mingyu, are you—”

you don’t get to ask and he doesn’t get to answer before his orgasm slams into him like a bag of bricks. mingyu’s head lolls back, knuckles turning white where they’re holding onto your waist for dear life, sure to leave bruises in their wake. 

you fuck mingyu until you’re certain the condom must be flooded, and then you fuck yourself on him some more. 

mingyu’s unintelligible at this point, hoarse voice almost unrecognisable as he can do nothing but moan through the sensitivity. it’s raw and god it hurts but you don’t stop fucking him. he doesn’t want you to either. 

your bounces shift into rocking your hips on him, his spent cock rubbing deep and perfectly into your g-spot. your clit grinds on the skin of his groin with each movement, and before long you’re riding out a second orgasm on him. 

mingyu takes it, long past his limit but loving every second of you just using him like a toy. he even tries his best to fuck up as you’re cumming, the sweet thing. 

after the last wave of your orgasm gushes around his cock, you just lay boneless on mingyu — his body keeping you both propped upright as you catch your breaths and your trains of thought. 

his large hand comes to caress your back. he winces when you pulse around him once more, his cock softening inside the spent condom. 

“you should probably take the condom off.” you mumble into his collarbone. 

he hums, finger mindlessly drawing shapes onto your back. 

“and put a new one on.” you add, leaving a peck on his jaw like what you said was nothing out of the ordinary. 

“wait, what?” 

“what?” you eye him like he’s the one who said something crazy. “did you think that’s all i came for?” you continue, smile stretching across your face. 

“uh…” well, yeah. every other girl he’s been with was halfway out the door before he could even tie the condom up. 

you kiss him, sweetly this time. a stark contrast to the sloppy, tongue filled make-outs you were having just minutes ago. 

“unless you don’t want this as much as you’ve led me to believe..” you tease. 

“fuck, i do, i do.” he confirms quickly. “just… give me five minutes.” as if on command, his temple throbs with pain. “and some ibuprofen.” 

you giggle, pulling him in for another kiss.

god, you’re going to wring all 12 inches of him dry. 

...is this enough to ask if you’d like to go out sometime?

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okay i’ve waited for this!!

im reading you later 😏

#workhasgmeswampped #workishinderingmyreadinganddevelopment

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let us live, since we must die. (hong jisoo x reader x yoon jeonghan)

summary: joshua loves jeonghan too much to rat him out, so he just tries to stay out of jeonghan’s business. but when jeonghan brings you home, joshua finds that he wants to be involved. even if it means it will doom him.

word count: 6.7k

warnings: serial killer!jeonghan, mentions of death, blood and homicide. mentions of sexual assault, breaking and entering, violence. smut, nsfw, unprotected sex, threesome, voyeurism, oral (male and female receiving), toxic friendship and relationship dynamics, twin flames jeonghan and joshua. everyone in this story is fucked up idk what to tell you.

a/n: the absolute blast i had writing this oh my god… i think im most proud of this fic compared to all the recent ones, and im shaking throwing up hoping everyone else likes it too!

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Joshua believes he has fairly strong morals.

He’s honest in his job, for one. He has never lied to his clients just to sell a house. It’s fairly common among his colleagues to gloss over some things when showing houses, but Joshua wants to stick with his principles a bit more. He can earn money and still be a good person. It’s not like they are mutually exclusive.

He isn’t very discouraged when the open house for a nice three bedroom place doesn’t go well. There are two potential buyers, both newly wed couples, who looked like they may call him about it, so he’s not too worried. It will work itself out. Joshua is tired anyway, and he needs to pick up some groceries on the way home. He thinks, for the hundredth time, that he should start meal prepping so he doesn’t have to do this every few days.

When he finally pushes the apartment door open, balancing the brown bag on his hip, it’s already past sunset. Jeonghan is lounging in front of the TV as he usually does around this time, but what makes Joshua freeze is that he’s not alone tonight.

You’re very pretty, hair fluttering around your head when you turn to look at who walked in through the door. Your eyes are wide and bright, maybe a bit surprised, like you didn’t expect him. They flit to Jeonghan, who sits beside you, and Jeonghan supplies an answer.

“My roommate.” He says. “Shua, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is Joshua.”

“Hi.” You have a pretty smile. It lifts all your features as it spreads on your face, but Joshua feels dread creep up on him.

“Hi.” He manages to reply, but he gives Jeonghan a long look, which Jeonghan doesn’t pay any mind to, engrossed in whatever is playing on the TV. Joshua leaves you both on the couch, trudging to the kitchen and dropping the bag on the island. He immediately starts pulling stuff out of it.

Joshua believes he has fairly strong morals. But lately, Joshua thinks his sense of morality is really in question. And he doesn’t know what to do about it.

He stiffens when he hears shuffling behind him, turning to see that it’s Jeonghan. He watches his friend pull two beers out of the refrigerator.

“I thought I told you.” He keeps his voice low. “No one at the house. It’s against the rules.”

Jeonghan huffs out a laugh. “Chill. It’s not like that. I thought she was cute. I asked her if she wanted to hang out.”

Joshua blinks, processing the words. “She’s a date?”

“Yeah.” Jeonghan is nonchalant about it, leaning his hip against the counter and peering through the door into the living room, watching the back of your head. “Cute, right?”

“You-” Joshua breathes deep, trying to calm down. Jeonghan’s eyes are on him now, watching quietly in that unnerving way of his. “You can’t possibly think this is a good idea.”

Jeonghan shrugs. “I can’t stop living my life.”

Joshua just grits his teeth and turns back to the groceries. He doesn’t know what else to say, doesn’t know how to hammer home that the slightest of missteps could get Jeonghan caught, especially after that last kill. It was sloppy in a way Jeonghan rarely is, but in the moment, he slipped up a bit. At least that’s what Jeonghan says. It’s not like Joshua was there. That was the biggest stipulation. Whatever Jeonghan does is Jeonghan’s business. He doesn’t bring it home, he doesn’t tell Joshua any details, and in return, Joshua keeps his mouth shut about the large canvas bag in Jeonghan’s closet.

He watches Jeonghan return to the couch, dropping beside you and draping an arm over your shoulders. You lean into him, talking in low voices about something, and everything in your body language clearly suggests that you’re interested in Jeonghan. And the way Jeonghan brushes his fingers over your arm, he’s making it fairly obvious that he’s interested too.

Joshua knows where this is going, even if it’s been a while. Jeonghan hasn’t hooked up with anyone since the killing started almost eight months ago. Joshua thought that was for the best. Involving anyone else in this mess would just make things more complicated. He himself hadn’t even thought of another girl in months. He can hear you now, giggling at something his friend is saying, and he can’t blame you. Jeonghan is ridiculously charming, Joshua knows this. Even when they were teenagers, ever since they were interested in girls, Jeonghan was always popular among them. He has a quick wit and a silver tongue, both of which are great tools in getting attention from anyone he wants.

Maybe that’s why he’s so good at….. other stuff.

Joshua has to physically shake his head to not think about it, instead focusing on the meat he is seasoning. He watches the oil in the pan crackle a bit before he starts actually searing the thing, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth as he continues to think about what the fuck his life is now. All because he wants to protect his friend.

Maybe he’s just as immoral as Jeonghan.

By the time his plate is ready to be eaten, neither you nor Jeonghan is on the couch. Joshua immediately beelines to his room so he can stick his headphones over his ears. It reminds him of college, almost. Jeonghan bringing a girl back after a date, and Joshua trying his best to ignore whatever sounds they make that they think he can’t hear. He wishes he could go back to that time, when the only thing he had to worry about was sneaking a girl into the boys’ dorm. Life was simpler back then.

He eats his food quickly, music blasting at full volume.

………………………….

You become a sort of regular presence at the Yoon-Hong residence.

Joshua is taken aback when he sees you in the kitchen the morning after, swimming in one of Jeonghan’s shirts. You look sheepish as you make coffee for yourself, but Joshua offers you a friendly smile. He tries not to focus on your legs, at the slightest of bruises on your inner thighs that he can see. He just sits on the island, sipping his own coffee, looking through his listings and showings for the day.

“What do you do for a living, Joshua?” You ask, munching on a piece of toast.

“I’m a real estate agent.” He replies.

“Oh.” You blink. “I don’t know why I assumed you worked with Jeonghan down at the station.”

Jeonghan is a medical examiner with the local police department, and oftentimes Joshua thinks that has been his saving grace when it comes to the murders. He shakes his head at your suggestion.

“I’ve known him since we were kids. We lived together in college too. It just made sense to keep going after graduation, you know?”

You nod. “It’s sweet. You’re probably like brothers at this point.”

You’re right. They are. Joshua doesn’t have siblings. And Jeonghan has a sister only. In every sense of the word, Jeonghan and Joshua are brothers. Maybe that’s why it was so easy for Joshua to not walk into the police station and report Jeonghan when he found out about Jeonghan’s extracurricular activities. And maybe that’s why Jeonghan kept doing it, because he knows deep inside that Joshua would never betray him.

Jeonghan emerges from the bathroom with wet hair and a towel draped over his shoulders. He lays a kiss on your lips, and when he tries to slide his tongue into your mouth, you giggle and push him away, chastising him to be appropriate.

“Nothing Shua hasn’t seen already.” Jeonghan grins.

Joshua rolls his eyes. “I’m going to head out.”

Joshua genuinely didn’t believe Jeonghan would want anything other than a one night stand, so when you’re there most days of the week after that, he is confused and more than slightly irritated. Especially when he sees Jeonghan walk out of the apartment next Tuesday night with his canvas bag over his shoulder. Joshua knows exactly what that means, and he tries not to think about the fact that Jeonghan is actively seeing someone while he goes out at night and kills someone else.

“So she’s your girlfriend now? What’s the deal?” He asks Jeonghan later that night, after he’s back.

Jeonghan raises an eyebrow. “You’re curious about her, Shuji. You like her?”

Joshua scowls. “Of course not. I’m just thinking how stupid it is to get close to someone right now.”

Jeonghan waves a dismissive hand, as if he’s not concerned at all. “Don’t worry about that.”

“I can’t not worry.”

“Look, she won’t find out. And besides, you got on board, right? Maybe she will too.”

Joshua gapes at his friend. Is he suggesting what Joshua thinks he is?

“I’m on board because you’re my best friend.”

Jeonghan barks out a laugh. “Shua, be serious. No one would be on board just because they’re friends. You don’t turn me in because deep down, you know what I’m doing is right.”

He doesn’t say anything more, leaving Joshua on the living room couch, his mind racing. Joshua doesn’t correct him, doesn’t protest. He can’t. Not when Jeonghan has called him out like that. The truth is, he isn’t entirely wrong. There are injustices in this world that are never corrected. Criminals who are never punished. He has been listening to Jeonghan’s work stories for years. And maybe Joshua doesn’t entirely approve of the vigilante approach of taking matters into your own hands, but he knows that sometimes, things just can’t be left up to the system.

He doesn’t mention you to Jeonghan after that.

It becomes routine to see you in the kitchen or the living room when he gets home from the office. He sees you and Jeonghan surrounded by a myriad of snacks on the couch, and you insist that he joins. You’re so kind, and endlessly accommodating. You clean up not only after yourself, but also after Jeonghan and Joshua sometimes. You cook them meals a few times, and while Joshua thinks he’s a good cook, it feels nice to have someone else cook for him. And you always get so happy when he compliments your cooking. Eyes bright in a way that Joshua thinks neither Jeonghan nor he deserves.

You like working with your hands, and Joshua often finds the coffee table covered in little trinkets of whatever new project you are working on. Sometimes it is jewelry, sometimes key chains. He spends one lazy Saturday beading bracelets with you when Jeonghan is suddenly called into work, and he has a wonderful time. You’re clever and funny, and Joshua can understand why Jeonghan likes you so much, why he can’t seem to keep things casual with you. You’re like sunlight on a gloomy afternoon.

He doesn’t know when he decides to stop wearing headphones at night, but when he hears your moans through the thin walls of the apartment for the first time, he thinks there’s no better sound in the world. He feels a little sick, shoving his hand down his pants, stroking over himself with the same rhythm as Jeonghan’s bed creaks, but you sound so sweet, and he can’t help imagining what it would feel like if it was him and not Jeonghan, draped over you, fucking you through an orgasm before chasing his own.

He’s depraved. He doesn’t want to dwell on it.

When you and Jeonghan hit your six month anniversary, Joshua insists on treating you both, even though you tell him he doesn’t have to do that. He wouldn’t say it out loud, but Joshua is glad you came into Jeonghan’s life, and by extension his own. You have somehow broken Jeonghan’s momentum a bit. What was maybe three kills in a month had slowed to only one, and Joshua hopes that maybe they can stop altogether. He takes you and Jeonghan out for drinks at a bar that isn’t crowded enough to be uncomfortable, and not loud enough to make talking impossible. He makes sure they serve food too. He knows you’re more of a homebody. You and Jeonghan rarely go out, but today is a special day.

He gets there directly from work and waits in a booth, staring at the clock on his phone. You and Jeonghan aren’t here yet, and Joshua starts feeling uneasy as the minutes tick by. Something isn’t right. There’s a pit in his stomach he can’t shake, and when he sees you and Jeonghan finally walk into the bar, your face pale and near sickly, he feels bile rise up to his throat.

Jeonghan’s face is blank, set in stone. He guides you into the booth, on the same side as Joshua, before reaching into his pocket to pull his wallet out, sliding it into Joshua’s hands. Joshua’s heart is beating fast, and he has a million questions on the tip of his tongue.

“Buy drinks using my credit card.” Jeonghan says. “Stay here for a bit. Then take a cab home. Cash only.”

An alibi. Joshua feels lightheaded. Jeonghan gives him a look, the hollowness of his face breaking only briefly, his eyes pleading. Joshua understands.

Once Jeonghan leaves, Joshua does as he says, ordering drinks before sitting cautiously next to you. You haven’t moved, you’ve barely blinked, and he is concerned about what happened and what’s going on in your head.

“Hey.” He whispers, trying not to startle you. “Just hang in there, okay? I’ll take you home in a little bit.”

You blink, slowly, lifting your head up to look at him. Joshua’s heart squeezes at how red-rimmed your eyes are, and he notices the dried tear tracks on your face. It’s killing him to not know what caused you to be like this. He knows Jeonghan isn’t stupid enough to let you get in the middle of his mess, and as he gently coaxes you out of a booth and outside into a cab, he decides he will just wait for Jeonghan to come back with answers. Right now, he needs to focus on taking care of you.

When you two finally get home, he guides you to Jeonghan’s bedroom, helping you lay down and tucking you in. He makes a mental plan, wondering if he has the ingredients for something nice and warm like a soup or a stew, something comforting. He rummages through Jeonghan’s drawers until he finds a bottle of painkillers that he leaves on the bedside table just in case, but as he is about to leave for a glass of water, he hears you finally speak.

“Shua.”

Your voice is thin and shaky, and Joshua immediately freezes, walking back and kneeling down beside the bed so he can look at you.

“I’m here.” You’re staring at him, but he can see unshed tears in your eyes. “What do you need?”

“Stay.”

Joshua hesitates for less than a second. He can’t refuse you. He would never dare. He slowly climbs into the bed, making sure you are jostled as little as possible. You have other ideas, it seems, because you rest your head on his chest, arm draping over his torso. Joshua lets out a long breath, slowly letting his hand run over your back in soothing circles. This close to you, he can feel the slightest tremor in your body, and he wants to scream. He’s frustrated that he can’t do more for you. That something shook you up this badly and he’s helpless. He doesn’t think before leaning down, pressing his lips to your forehead and leaving them there. You don’t move away.

It’s well past midnight before Jeonghan comes back. He looks tired, but otherwise put together, and he huffs out a laugh when he sees you both in his bed.

“Aren’t you cozy.” He comments, and Joshua sighs in relief. He had started to worry about Jeonghan’s radio silence, even though he knows Jeonghan doesn’t use his phone on the nights he kills. Joshua detaches himself slowly from your sleeping figure, making sure to wrap you in the blanket before following Jeonghan out of the room. His shoulders are sore from being in one position so long, and his arm tingles because of your weight on it, but Joshua doesn’t complain.

“Tell me everything.”

“And make you an accessory after the fact?” Jeonghan snorts.

Joshua feels irritation gnaw at him. “Hannie.”

Jeonghan stares for a good moment, before sighing and dropping onto the couch. He massages the bridge of his nose, as if staving off a headache.

“Some asshole broke into her house. He was waving a knife in her face when I showed up.”

Joshua feels his heart skip, an invisible panic gripping him. He lowers himself on the other end of the couch.

“What did you do?”

Jeonghan huffs. “What do you think? I killed him.”

Joshua shifts uncomfortably at how nonchalant Jeonghan sounds about it. “In front of her?”

A shake of his friend’s head. “Another room. But she saw the blood.”

No wonder you looked so traumatised. Joshua imagines anyone in your situation would react the same. Scratch that, they would react worse. It’s a miracle you hadn’t screamed and bawled in the middle of the bar.

“And,” Joshua hesitates, “what about… the mess?”

Jeonghan looks amused, staring at Joshua as he fidgets. “Don’t worry, I’m a professional.”

Joshua groans. “Please don’t call yourself that.”

That makes Jeonghan laugh, and Joshua’s heart lightens just a little bit after being so wound up the entire night.

“I’m just saying I took care of it. Like you took care of Y/N.” Jeonghan’s smile gets a little suggestive. “You’re sweet on her, aren’t you Shua?”

Joshua feels his face warm, and he knows his ears are turning pink. He sighs and stands up. “I’m going to bed.”

Jeonghan is still chuckling. “I don’t mind, you know?”

That makes him pause. “What?”

Jeonghan is kicking his feet up on the coffee table. “You and Y/N. It’s cute.”

Joshua’s mind short circuits, and he stares at his friend for a good minute. Jeonghan seems unfazed under the scrutiny, still rubbing on his temples to relieve his headache. Joshua huffs, trudging into the kitchen. He returns with two pills and a glass of water, which he hands to Jeonghan. Jeonghan takes it with a grateful smile, and Joshua drops heavily onto the couch again. Silence descends over the room.

“I didn’t mean to like her.” He says. The sentence barely makes sense, but he hopes Jeonghan understands.

Jeonghan hums. “I know.”

“How are you okay with it?”

Jeonghan sits up so he can set the now empty glass on the coffee table before leaning back again. “Youre different, Shuji. You take care of her. She deserves that.”

“So do you.” Joshua stares at the wall. He feels exhaustion pull at his limbs. “You literally killed someone for her.”

Jeonghan clicks his tongue. “It’s not the same thing as what you do. You look at her different.”

Joshua doesn’t reply. He doesn’t know what to say, honestly. So he sits with it, Jeonghan by his side, just letting their words settle in the air that surrounds them. Jeonghan’s breaths are even and regular, and Joshua follows his breathing patterns until he feels more relaxed. He should head to bed. But sleep would elude him, he knows it already. He would much rather have company right now, even if it’s silent.

Dawn is breaking when the door of Jeonghan’s bedroom creaks open and you step out. Jeonghan is immediately on his feet, beelining to you and gathering you in his arms in a tight hug. Joshua sits up, feeling his joints groan in protest. He watches Jeonghan guide you to the couch, and your eyes finally meet his.

“Hi.” He can’t think of what else to say.

“You left.” You say, voice tiny in the heavy silence. “I got scared.”

Joshua’s chest tightens as he shuffles closer to you. You wrap your arms around his chest, hugging him tight, and Joshua’s eyes flit to his friend. Jeonghan is watching you two, and he nods at Joshua. So he returns the hug, relaxing into you.

“I’m sorry. I should’ve stayed.” He mumbles.

The morning is peaceful despite the events of last night. Your usually bubbly personality is nowhere to be found as Joshua starts making breakfast. He watches you stare off into space, and he gives Jeonghan a look. They can’t leave you like this. Jeonghan sighs in resignation before sitting in front of you at the kitchen island, taking your hands in his. He leans forward until his nose nudges yours, and your eyelids flutter.

“Talk to me, angel.” He coos, and the moment feels so intimate that Joshua has to look away, staring at the stove.

You have a lot of questions about what exactly Jeonghan did after leaving you at the bar, and Jeonghan answers all of them honestly. Joshua is a bit impressed, because he assumed his friend would leave a lot of the details out, maybe even lie to you so you wouldn’t feel worse. But it seems there are parts of Jeonghan that he’s tired of hiding. He might not be telling you the full truth, but under the guise of last night’s events, he reveals more of himself than ever before.

Joshua wonders if he should leave, let you two talk it out alone. But when he tries to, Jeonghan gestures at him to not move, so he takes a seat at the opposite end of the counter and stays silent. Maybe it’s best that you have someone else here right now as a buffer. He imagines it can’t be easy hearing all this about your boyfriend.

You handle it surprisingly well. You don’t scream, at least. Or try to leave immediately. In fact, you hold Jeonghan’s hand tightly as he talks. You nod when he tells you how it all makes him feel, like you can understand even an iota of it. You cry a little, but you lean into his touch when he wipes your tears. You let him kiss you, and you kiss him back hard, and Joshua watches. He watches you love his best friend. He watches you accept Jeonghan for who he is, just like Joshua has always accepted him from the very start.

When Joshua confirms that he knew everything, you hug him too. He holds on to you tightly, desperately, but his eyes are trained on Jeonghan. His friend looks exhausted by now, but there’s calm on his face, and a genuine smile. Joshua lays a kiss on your forehead, another on your temple, your cheek, and he can feel you relax into him. He doesn’t let his lips leave your face. He’s tired of holding back, and Jeonghan only watches as he crosses invisible lines.

There’s a silent agreement there. Joshua doesn’t dare question it, or what little he finally has might be taken away.

October is colder this time around as compared to last year. Joshua is messing with the thermostat way earlier than he usually would, partly because of how quickly the weather is changing, and partly because you are more sensitive to cold than either of the men are. You’ve pretty much moved in at this point, too scared to even set foot in your apartment again. He often finds you swathed in blankets on the couch, already in thick socks at the slightest of chills. Jeonghan loves taking advantage of that, wrapping himself around you to warm you up, teasing you about how much you need him.

Joshua thinks Jeonghan is fucking with his head a bit when he insists on wrapping a giant blanket over all three of you during movie night around halfway through the month. His side is pressed tight against yours, and when you shift around to get comfortable, he catches the ghost of a smile on Jeonghan’s face. Joshua reaches an arm around you so he can pinch Jeonghan hard on the back of his neck, and Jeonghan uses that moment to press into you so you are pressing back into Joshua’s chest. He knows you both have been pushing physical boundaries a little bit, but this is brazen, even for him. He swallows tightly, grits his teeth. Fine. If this is what Jeonghan wants.

He wraps his arm around your shoulders, encouraging you to cuddle into him. Jeonghan is grinning, now blatantly eyeing you two. He leans forward to whisper to you, but Joshua can hear it clearly.

“Angel.” He hums. “Why don’t you tell Shua what we were talking about the other day?”

He can feel the way you stiffen, since you’re pretty much glued to him. He even feels the hitch in your breath. Curiosity hits him like a train, and he shifts a bit so he can get a better look at your face. You look hesitant, shy, and Joshua finds that he likes this look on you very much. Between that and how close you are to him, he feels his dick twitch.

“We were talking about you.” You say to him, eyes flitting to Jeonghan for a brief second. Jeonghan nods in encouragement, before leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to your neck. Your eyelids flutter, lips parting, and Joshua watches in awe as Jeonghan keeps laving kisses over your neck, tongue peeking out to lick over your skin. Joshua’s mouth waters.

“Tell him.” Jeonghan says again when he notices you don’t continue, nipping at your earlobe as he says it. Your head leans back on Joshua’s shoulder, giving Jeonghan more space to keep kissing you. Joshua’s head spins, and his erection is rapidly growing. One look down and he knows you will see it through his sweatpants.

“Hannie.” You whine, and this is a familiar sound. He’s heard it through the walls late at night, along with the slap of skin on skin, and the not so subtle creaks of Jeonghan’s old ass bed that he just won’t replace. Maybe that’s why he doesn’t replace it. Because he knows how loud it is. Joshua won’t put it past him.

“Aw, are you getting all shy?” Jeonghan chuckles. He’s busy sucking a hickey into your neck, so his words are muffled, but Joshua hears him loud and clear. “You weren’t so shy when you were telling me how bad you want Shua’s cock.”

Joshua stiffens, eyes nearly popping out of his head. He doesn’t dare move, not when he feels how wound up your body is, like you’re about to snap. He watches Jeonghan, who looks like he’s thoroughly enjoying this. He nearly jumps when Jeonghan takes your wrist and guides it back, placing your hand directly over Joshua’s crotch. He bites his lip, almost moans when you hesitantly rub.

Jeonghan watches you both carefully. Joshua can’t take it anymore.

He bucks his hips into your touch, sighs softly. His arm around your shoulder shifts down to wrap around your waist, giving your side a little squeeze. When your head turns and your eyes meet his, Joshua can’t help the little groan that escapes his throat. Your eyes are bright, open wide as you test the waters. Your bottom lip is trapped between your teeth, bitten raw, and Joshua can’t fight the urge to reach down and push his lips into yours, pulling your body into him with the arm he has wrapped around you.

You moan into his mouth, the most delicious sound, and Joshua kisses you harder. He pushes his tongue past your lips, hungry for your taste, and he feels your unoccupied hand flit over his abs, up his chest. Your other one squeezes his crotch, and he curses. He uses his hold on you to heave you up, your leg swinging over his hips so you are effectively straddling him. Joshua grabs handfuls of your ass, savoring the feeling, the give of your soft flesh under his fingertips. His mind reels, he can’t believe he’s doing this, and the realisation makes him pull back, chest heaving in big gulps of air. His head snaps to his left.

“Don’t stop on my account.” There’s jest in Jeonghan’s tone. He is leaning against the opposite arm of the couch, draped casually on it while he watches. Joshua’s face heats, but you shift over him, and his eyes find you again. You look divine like this, eyes half lidded as you peer up at him. It’s a new look, one he has only ever imagined on you and not seen. When you arch into him, it makes your core drag over his throbbing cock so deliciously that it pulls a strangled sound from him, and he’s kissing you hungrily again.

Joshua can’t get enough of your body, no matter how many times he runs his hands over you. He squeezes at every curve he can, and when he gets irritated by your clothes, he tugs them off you like he’s offended by their presence. When he finally sees your bare body, he feels like he’s not worthy of it. You’re beautiful beyond anything he could have created in his head. Your spine undulates when he trails a finger up the line of your back. You’re like a canvas, willing to be painted by him, and Joshua feels the carnal need to leave traces of himself all over you. There’s a darkening blotch on your neck, the one where your boyfriend had sucked on your skin, the same boyfriend that now watches Joshua lick a stripe over the column of your throat, one hand pinching sharply at your left nipple until you’re crying out.

“Shua.” You whimper. “Need you. Please.”

Joshua wants to tell you he needs you just as bad. His cock is twitching so painfully that he feels like it might fall off if he doesn’t put it inside you immediately. But there’s so much of you he wants to explore. So he slides his arms around you, shifting so he can lay you down on the couch. Your head hits Jeonghan’s lap, and he immediately straightens, looking down at you sprawled on him. Jeonghan’s eyes meet Joshua’s, and Joshua’s stare hardens.

Watch me pleasure your girl.

Then he shuffles down, burying his head between your legs.

You’re sensitive, Joshua observes only a couple of minutes in. The littlest licks over your pussy have you crying out, legs twitching under his hold. You try to close your thighs around his head, and Joshua would love that, but he wants to see you right now, open and slicked up for him, half your own juices and half his spit. When he sucks your clit into his mouth, you almost sob, and Joshua can hear Jeonghan shush you, coo at you with an almost mocking tone. He is running his hand gently through your hair, wiping a tear from your cheek, and it only turns Joshua on even more, making him double his efforts.

He feels your orgasm coming from a mile away. You buck your hips into him again and again, sloppier in your moves, your hand tugging harshly at his hair in a way that makes precum ruin his sweatpants even more, and Joshua lets your legs go finally, letting you press his head from both sides as you finally reach your high. He can’t breathe for a few seconds, and he loves it, loves how lightheaded it makes him feel. He doesn’t slow even once throughout it, and only pulls his mouth off your cunt when you push him away, chest heaving with great gulps of air. Jeonghan has his mouth sealed over yours upside down, tongue dancing with yours. Joshua watches a trail of spit run down the side of your face.

He tugs his pants off, followed by his shirt. It sticks to him because of the sweat, even though it’s cold outside. Joshua feels like his body is on fire, and if he isn’t inside you in the next ten seconds, he thinks he might lose his mind.

He grips your legs and pulls, ending your kiss with Jeonghan as you slide down the couch towards him, which makes the man chuckle in amusement. Joshua doesn’t care, he lines himself up with you and slides in with one smooth motion, all the way inside until his hips are flush against yours.

“Oh fuck.” Joshua’s voice cracks, eyes rolling up and jaw going slack when he feels how fucking tight you are, walls squeezing and releasing around him over and over until he’s so sure he will cum on the spot. He releases a long breath, taking another in to try and calm down. He places his hands on either side of your head, blinking to clear his vision so he can take in the sight before him, your mouth open in a silent cry, chest heaving, covered in a thin layer of sweat. You’re so beautiful it almost seems like a mirage, like you’re not real, and all of this is just a very elaborate, fucked up dream. Joshua pulls back just a few inches, thrusting back in. It’s like his dick can’t bear to leave your warm cavern, and if it wasn’t for the delicious drag he felt when he moved, he would stay inside you forever. But you’re starting to get antsy, and so Joshua finally moves, setting a quick pace from the start.

Your moans are loud and breathy, hands reaching up to claw at his forearms with every thrust. Your eyes meet his and don’t leave them, and Joshua feels something zip down to his core at how you look at him. You’re soft, all of you is so soft, and he feels, once more, that he doesn’t deserve this. He’s immoral, and so is Jeonghan, and he wishes you would go far, far away from both of them, so you don’t get tangled in this huge mess they’ve created.

But he only thrusts in you harder, feels the way your pussy weeps for him, sucks him in every time, and he realises after tonight, he can never let you go. He’s addicted after this one taste. Tonight, he feels like he understands Jeonghan on a level that he has never done before. When he looks into your eyes, he realises he would kill for you too, and he would clean up any mess in the world, lie to anyone he has to, if it means he can have you forever.

He’s dizzy with pleasure, and he thinks he’s a little bit in love with you too, when he finally curses and lowers his head to your neck, burying himself deep inside you as ropes of cum shoot out of him, orgasm racking through his body like it is unraveling every muscle inside him. He goes cross eyed at the feeling of it, clawing at the couch cushions for anything to hold on to. And when he finally comes down, he feels your hands, light and soft, running over his back in whispy strokes. Your legs are wrapped around his waist, tethering him to you, and Joshua’s chest squeezes. He pulls away just enough to kiss you again, gentler this time, slower, so he can savor you completely.

When he finally detaches from your body, you smile at him, and it’s this happy, dopey thing that makes him smile at you too. He feels the couch seat shift, and he blinks, face heating up when he realises Jeonghan is appraising both of you with mirth in his face. His friend reaches out, brushing a hand through your hair, now damp with sweat, and you look back at your boyfriend. Jeonghan taps affectionately at your temple.

“Up.” He quips, and you sit up so you can turn around to face him. Joshua’s eyes shoot down to your ass, at the mess that dribbles out of you between your legs. He feels himself twitch again, biting his lip at the sight.

“I can’t take care of myself, baby. Not when you’re here.” Jeonghan is saying, settling back into the couch and manspreading a bit. Joshua watches you pull Jeonghan’s hard cock out of his pants, mouthing on it before you suckle at the tip. That incites a satisfied hum from the man, and then Jeonghan is smirking at Joshua, who can already feel himself hardening again as he watches your head bob up and down.

It will be a long night. Not that he’s complaining.

……………………………

Joshua is exhausted.

He can feel it before he even opens his eyes, the way his limbs are weighed down by what feel like heavy sandbags. He rubs his eyes to clear his vision, stretching on the bed. The sheets brush over his bare skin, and that wakes him up a bit more.

The events of last night are clear in his head, the sounds of moans and grunts, the smell of sex and cum heavy in the air. Hours and hours of kissing, licking, sucking, fucking, until he felt like every drop of life had been squeezed out of him. When he turns his head, he sees you on the bed beside him, back bare, rising and falling steadily, hair sprawled over the pillow. Joshua sits up with a wince, joints protesting. He definitely needs a bath. And he needs to start working out again. His stamina is shit.

He pulls on the first shirt and pants he spots on the floor, not giving a fuck if they are his or Jeonghan’s. They’ve crossed every line in the book at this point, so clothes are the least of his worries now.

He finds the man in question in the kitchen, on his laptop while he sips coffee, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. He nods at Joshua, who sees if there’s enough coffee in the machine for another cup. He realises there’s enough for two, and wonders if Jeonghan did it so him and you can have fresh coffee without the hassle of making it.

“When did you wake up?” He asks, settling on the other side of the counter with his cup.

“Didn’t really sleep.” Jeonghan mumbles, and Joshua watches him closely. He worries what might have happened. When Jeonghan catches him watching, he laughs and smiles, shaking his head.

“Nothing is wrong.” He clarifies without Joshua even asking. “I would actually say that things feel right for the first time in a long while.”

Joshua relaxes a bit at his friend’s words. Jeonghan has no reason to lie to him. And he’s never lied before, so he won’t start now. Jeonghan continues talking.

“I’m glad last night happened.” He mumbles, eyes still trained on the laptop screen. “I know you’ve liked her for a while. Maybe from the start. And it makes me feel better that when I get caught, at least you two will have each other.”

Joshua’s stomach knots, tightens. Dread creeps up on him. “What the hell happened?”

“Nothing!” There’s insistence in Jeonghan’s voice, but Joshua grits his teeth.

“You won’t get caught.”

Now Jeonghan looks at him, lips still tugged up in a tiny smile, and Joshua sees it. The fatigue that lines his eyes. In the dead quiet of the kitchen, both of them staring at each other, it hits Joshua how difficult it is to carry the burden Jeonghan carries. There’s something fundamentally screwed in his friend’s mind, the thing that makes him do the things he does, but it can’t be easy to live with that. Maybe that’s why Jeonghan chose you of all people. There’s a joy in you, a purity that makes Jeonghan’s hands feel less tough, less evil, when he runs them over your skin. Joshua knows what that feels like, to be washed of sin when those very same hands are responsible for bringing you pleasure.

He nods slowly, making Jeonghan turn back to the screen, satisfied by Joshua’s silent promise. He doesn’t want to dwell on the future, but he knows situations like this can’t last forever. So he just sips his coffee, basks in what he has right now, and hopes this happiness lasts at least a little bit longer.

🏷️: @picheolin-17 , @lovelylonelinesssvt

[woncheolisms]

serial killer!svt fr underrated i need more fics like this

[warmfigure]

i am massively overdue for a very very good week where not a single bad thing happens and everything is easy

[unlettered-heathen]

reblog to give prev a very good week where not a single bad thing happens and everything is easy

[gyuhanniesworld]

but i like your brother, too p.2 🔞

nonidol!kmg x oc x nonidol!csc

genre: smut! with plot

warnings: mentions of food and eds (if you're easily triggered, i'm giving you a heads up since this part is kinda triggering), oc's overbearing mother, mingyu is such a sweetheart i wanna put him in my pocket, explicit language, fingering, piv sex, bigcock!cheol, breeding kink, daddy kink, dacryphilia, squirting kink and many more! so please, MINORS DNI!

wc: 2668

part 1 | part 2

"come on, man! he was literally in your face! how did you not see that?" a voice coming from upstairs boomed throughout the household.

you were hanging out in the choi residence, once again. besides sleeping together, you and mingyu have developed this weird bond of being really good friends that bicker all the time. he just loved annoying you and was really clingy when it was just the two of you.

you also learned that he was planning on transferring to your school since it was closer to home so you had no escape from this big puppy.

you were currently waiting for mingyu to finish cooking as it was already dinner time.

"you can't force me, gyu. you know that, right?" you stated as you stared at the delicious meal he was cooking. scratch that. this was a feast. why the hell is this guy cooking so much food for just three people? (his dad travels a lot for his job so the boys were alone most of the time.)

"come on, bunny. who's gonna eat all of these?" he faced you after checking on the ramen he was cooking, pouting and using those cute eyes of his.

yeah, he knew about your relationship with food. he was skeptical at first, seeing how you refused to eat takeout or pizza after messing around. he never asked but you were vulnerable this one time and it kinda slipped out. and now, it was one of his life missions to feed you as much as he could.

“you know that could really damage you in the future, right? and we fuck like, what? 5 times a week? sex with me is tiring enough and that’s enough exercise for a person who eats like a bird.” he said and placed a hand on his hip like a stressed out mother. 

“i gain weight easily! you don’t underst-” you huffed and he cut you off.

“i’ve researched some of the recipes for these and made it as healthy as i could.” he reasoned as he flipped some of the seasoned chicken. your heart fluttered a little but your mother’s words rang louder than anything. 

she wasn’t as judgy as usual, seeing as she’s always out with her new boyfriend but seeing yourself in every mirror you passed made your throat tighten. feeling your stomach bulge every time you finish eating makes you sick and the urge to throw everything up worsens.

“pretty please? i worked so hard on it and you don’t have to eat a lot, just a piece of everything,” he pleaded again. at this point, he was almost done with his cooking and started setting the table up.

“but…” you started but he wrapped his arms around you from behind. he rested his chin on your shoulder and you could smell his expensive perfume with a hint of the delicious chicken  dish he cooked.

“come on, you’re eating with us. can you please call cheol for me, bunny?” he whispered to your ear as he slowly placed small but long kisses on your neck. you released a small moan that you could barely hear and started grounding your butt to his front.

“or we could just do something else first…” you trailed as you placed both of your hands on his broad shoulders, putting light pressure on them. he stared at you and gave you a lazy smile before showing you his toothy grin.

“nope. so off you go! tell him dinner will be ready in 5 so go!” he lightly pushed you and slapped your butt. 

you huffed and made your way to the stairs. you could already hear seungcheol shouting profanities. you haven’t really had any interactions with the older choi brother after that night. his face may or may not have haunted some of your solo activities. how his big hand handled his big cock while his brother fucked you crazy. you wondered if he was as good as his brother or better.

you got in front of his slightly ajar door and when you raised your hand to knock, something peaked your attention.

“nah, man. she’s just too complicated. that’s why i broke it off months ago. but she keeps coming back. she’s good in the sack but thats all there is.” he exasperated as he continued to play his game.

so he’s single, huh? i mean, if you look at both brothers, you wouldn’t expect them to be single. they were both really handsome and had great bodies. mingyu’s funny and is a really great cook. he also told you that his brother and him are practically the same.

you shook your head and proceeded to knock on the door, disrupting his game. the clicking of the controller stopped and a small “come in” was heard.

when you opened the door, you were greeted by a shirtless seungcheol. big beefy arms in display and his shorts were hanging dangerously low on his waist. 

fuck me.

“dakota. what could i do for you?” he asked with a sly smirk on his face, probably catching you checking him out.

nice going, dakota.

“uh mingyu said that dinner will be ready in a few. you should join us.” you diverted your gaze on to his big monitor that was put on pause. he chuckled and said a few words to his friends before standing. 

he walked towards you and stopped right in front of you. he tilted his head and looked you in your eyes. you didn’t know what to do but back up a little. he just stared at you and chuckled.

“you’re blocking the way. my shirt’s behind you.” he smiled and you just noticed his cute gummy smile. you felt yourself blushing and slightly pushing him away. you made your way towards the door and left him to put a shirt on.

okay, lets just get this over with.

you jolted awake when a rumbling thunder broke. when you looked around, instead of finding mingyu watching with you, you saw seungcheol watching a different movie.

dinner was okay. everyone made small talk and you even had a chance to talk to cheol despite all of the awkward situations you guys were in. 

mingyu was ecstatic when you did get one of each dish he made. you took small bites and after everything, you were really full. he then invited you and cheol to watch a movie in the living room. both of you agreed and it seems that you fell asleep midway.

“you’re awake, sleepyhead,” cheol said as he diverted his attention to you, totally abandoning the green ogre on the television.

“sorry. how long was i out?” you asked as you sat up from your position. you took up all of the space and he was situated on your foot. 

“im pretty sure you missed a movie and a half. we’re already starting shrek 3.” he said amusingly and placed his hands behind his head, his arms flexing.

“where’s mingyu?” you asked, seeing as the big guy was nowhere to be seen.

“he went and got chinese take out. i’m pretty sure he’s stuck there for another hour or 2. it just started pouring out of nowhere,” he said as he continued looking at you.

“what? is there something on my face?” you asked. he shook his head and instead of the toothy grin he was sporting just a while ago, it was now replaced by a full blown smirk.

“so are we just going to ignore what happened?” he asked as you seemed to choke on your saliva. 

“what? what happened?” you asked, feigning innocence. you didn’t really know what made you do that but it just seemed like the best thing to do that time. well, that was the best thing your horny self could’ve done.

“so we’re just going to ignore the fact that you saw me jacking off to you and my brother fucking like rabbits? and the fact that you looked straight at me while doing so?” he asked as he slowly creeped closer.

you couldn’t back up no more as the couch’s hand rest touched your back.

“are you going to ignore the fact that you saw me and it turned you on more, you pervert?” he said as he stopped right in front of you, your chest touching his.

“what are you doing, cheol? mingyu might come home any minute now.” you said as his breath fanned your face. you could smell his minty breath and mixed with his strong woody perfume. his hands made its way to the hand rest behind you, caging you in.

“so you’ll tell me off right now? you don’t want me to kiss you? just tell me,” his lips ghosting yours. a stray hand found its way to your face, his thumb barely touching your cheek. like he was taunting for a reaction, anything from your stunned body. what he didn’t know was was you were struggling to keep yourself from smashing your lips together.

“so what’s it gonna be, princess?” he said as his hand wandered its way to your neck. you felt the goosebumps forming as his touch barely grazed your skin. you were starting to overheat.

you released a big sigh and closed your eyes. and after a while, you opened them and your gaze fell to his plump and pink lips. lips that looked like they were bitten more than they should be.

“fuck it.” you said as you pushed yourself towards him, connecting your lips in a passionate kiss. he was a bit stunned before his hands brought you to him. your hands were all over each other and you were now seated on his lap, grounding yourself to his growing bulge, which is growing really big.

you snaked your hand from his chest towards his pants, slowly unbuttoning it. his hands made themselves comfy under your shirt, palming your boobs over your bra. he disconnected his lips from your neck and looked up, “may i….?” he trailed while he gently squeezed your boobs. you nodded before connecting your lips again. 

his hand then went behind you to unclasp your bra in one go.

“you must be really experienced to do that,” you joked as some of the guys you slept with before struggled with bra clasps. he chuckled before removing your bra and you helping him. you were supposed to remove your shirt when he stopped you.

“won’t this just get in the way?” you asked as he started to pull it over your boobs. he stared at you before enveloping a nipple in his mouth. you bit your lip and released a quiet moan. you fisted his hair as you successfully unbuttoned and unzipped his pants with just one hand.

“my shirt looks good on you,” he said. he left kisses on your right boob trailing to the left one before giving your left nipple all of his attention. your hands pushed his underwear down to release him, his cock slapping his stomach. 

how is it that these brothers both have monster cocks? mingyu barely fit you and you’re pretty sure cheol was going to have the same problem now.

you were going to start stroking him when he grabbed your arm.

“not yet, princess,” he said as he laid you down. he was quick to remove your shorts and left you on your underwear which was soiled, at this point.

“would you look at that. you really liked playing hard to get, huh? look at that stain,” he said as he leveled his mouth to your wet and clothed cunt. his breath was so close you could feel it.

“cheol please. just touch me,” you pleaded as you looked at his mischievous eyes.

“where do you want me to touch you, hmm?” he asked as his finger teased your pubic bone while his mouth trailed to your inner thighs, teasing. you moaned and removed your gaze on him, trying to calm yourself down.

“i need to know where you want to be touched, baby. how am i gonna make you happy?” he asked as his finger was dangerously close to your aching nub, already beating with need. you were sure that your lip was already bleeding from all the biting you did to it.

“daddy please. just touch my aching pussy.” you said without thought. he stopped his teasing and released a laugh.

“fuck, that sounded so sexy, baby. do you want daddy to take care of your dirty little pussy?” he asked as he slowly removed the only clothing separating him from your wet cunt. he kissed you over the panties before fully removing it.

“that is one pretty pussy, baby. look at how soft and wet it is.” he said before slowly licking your engorged clit. you didn’t know you were so desperate for his mouth and released a high pitch cry.

“goddamn, you taste so good. did my little brother love eating this pussy? did he make you multiple times just for eating you out, you dirty little whore?” he asked between licks before fully eating you out. you couldn’t even hold it anymore and were fully moaning. you fisted his thick locks and started playing with your abandoned nipples.

you started to feel it. he was eating you out like you were his last meal. he then took two of his fingers and fucked them in you.

“daddy, i’m almost there. fuuuck,” you said as your breathing quickened and you were feeling something unfamiliar coming. his lapping and pumping quickened before you released a guttural scream with a fountain of clear liquid from your pussy. he kept pumping his finger in you until you stopped squirting.

“holy shit! you can squirt? that was fucking hot,” he said as he sat on the floor, still shocked. you were barely breathing and you started getting shy. you just squirted all over their couch and carpet.

“can give me one more, baby? daddy is about to bust,” he said as he pulled you up and hovered you over his cock. you nodded before slowly sinking yourself to him. thankful for your powerful orgasm, fitting him in you was easier than you expected. it still took you time to adjust but after a while and a few thrusts, you were now fully riding his big cock.

“you feel so hot and tight around me, baby. do you want me to fuck you full of my cum, huh?” he asked as he held you close and started thrusting up. you were getting close to your second orgasm as he pulled you off of him, suddenly feeling empty. he pushed you to face down and he mounted you. when he entered you, he immediately hit your g-spot.

“you’re so much tighter like this. fuck, your pussy is choking my dick. do you want me cum in you? fill you up with so much of my cum? you want that, don’t you?” he asked as he pounded into you.

you were so close and he knew it. “fuck, you can’t come until i tell you, okay? you hold that in and wait for me,” he huffed as his thrusts start to become shorter and faster.

“daddy i’m so close, please. i need to cum!” you whined and started to cry.

“god, you look so pretty when you cry. it makes me want to fuck a baby into you. do you want to be the mother of my children, hmm?” he said. tears were now streaming from your face and this just did it for him.

“thats it, baby. i’m cumming. come with me,” he said as he released ropes of cum in you, triggering your 2nd orgasm.

“fuck!” you screamed as you felt another ground breaking orgasm. you were collapsed on top of each other and was heavily panting when the front door opened, revealing a smirking mingyu with the chinese takeout.

“looks like i missed out on all the fun,”

oh shit.

sooo that was that. that was sooo long and i wrote this in just what 2 hours? i'm so sorry that it took so long as well since i had a lot of things going on at home. this wasn't proofread as well so hehe. enjoy this very long and detailed part. see you in the next one 👀

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@dinonara-ara

[gyuhanniesworld]

but i like your brother, too p.2 🔞

nonidol!kmg x oc x nonidol!csc

genre: smut! with plot

warnings: mentions of food and eds (if you're easily triggered, i'm giving you a heads up since this part is kinda triggering), oc's overbearing mother, mingyu is such a sweetheart i wanna put him in my pocket, explicit language, fingering, piv sex, bigcock!cheol, breeding kink, daddy kink, dacryphilia, squirting kink and many more! so please, MINORS DNI!

wc: 2668

part 1 | part 2

"come on, man! he was literally in your face! how did you not see that?" a voice coming from upstairs boomed throughout the household.

you were hanging out in the choi residence, once again. besides sleeping together, you and mingyu have developed this weird bond of being really good friends that bicker all the time. he just loved annoying you and was really clingy when it was just the two of you.

you also learned that he was planning on transferring to your school since it was closer to home so you had no escape from this big puppy.

you were currently waiting for mingyu to finish cooking as it was already dinner time.

"you can't force me, gyu. you know that, right?" you stated as you stared at the delicious meal he was cooking. scratch that. this was a feast. why the hell is this guy cooking so much food for just three people? (his dad travels a lot for his job so the boys were alone most of the time.)

"come on, bunny. who's gonna eat all of these?" he faced you after checking on the ramen he was cooking, pouting and using those cute eyes of his.

yeah, he knew about your relationship with food. he was skeptical at first, seeing how you refused to eat takeout or pizza after messing around. he never asked but you were vulnerable this one time and it kinda slipped out. and now, it was one of his life missions to feed you as much as he could.

“you know that could really damage you in the future, right? and we fuck like, what? 5 times a week? sex with me is tiring enough and that’s enough exercise for a person who eats like a bird.” he said and placed a hand on his hip like a stressed out mother. 

“i gain weight easily! you don’t underst-” you huffed and he cut you off.

“i’ve researched some of the recipes for these and made it as healthy as i could.” he reasoned as he flipped some of the seasoned chicken. your heart fluttered a little but your mother’s words rang louder than anything. 

she wasn’t as judgy as usual, seeing as she’s always out with her new boyfriend but seeing yourself in every mirror you passed made your throat tighten. feeling your stomach bulge every time you finish eating makes you sick and the urge to throw everything up worsens.

“pretty please? i worked so hard on it and you don’t have to eat a lot, just a piece of everything,” he pleaded again. at this point, he was almost done with his cooking and started setting the table up.

“but…” you started but he wrapped his arms around you from behind. he rested his chin on your shoulder and you could smell his expensive perfume with a hint of the delicious chicken  dish he cooked.

“come on, you’re eating with us. can you please call cheol for me, bunny?” he whispered to your ear as he slowly placed small but long kisses on your neck. you released a small moan that you could barely hear and started grounding your butt to his front.

“or we could just do something else first…” you trailed as you placed both of your hands on his broad shoulders, putting light pressure on them. he stared at you and gave you a lazy smile before showing you his toothy grin.

“nope. so off you go! tell him dinner will be ready in 5 so go!” he lightly pushed you and slapped your butt. 

you huffed and made your way to the stairs. you could already hear seungcheol shouting profanities. you haven’t really had any interactions with the older choi brother after that night. his face may or may not have haunted some of your solo activities. how his big hand handled his big cock while his brother fucked you crazy. you wondered if he was as good as his brother or better.

you got in front of his slightly ajar door and when you raised your hand to knock, something peaked your attention.

“nah, man. she’s just too complicated. that’s why i broke it off months ago. but she keeps coming back. she’s good in the sack but thats all there is.” he exasperated as he continued to play his game.

so he’s single, huh? i mean, if you look at both brothers, you wouldn’t expect them to be single. they were both really handsome and had great bodies. mingyu’s funny and is a really great cook. he also told you that his brother and him are practically the same.

you shook your head and proceeded to knock on the door, disrupting his game. the clicking of the controller stopped and a small “come in” was heard.

when you opened the door, you were greeted by a shirtless seungcheol. big beefy arms in display and his shorts were hanging dangerously low on his waist. 

fuck me.

“dakota. what could i do for you?” he asked with a sly smirk on his face, probably catching you checking him out.

nice going, dakota.

“uh mingyu said that dinner will be ready in a few. you should join us.” you diverted your gaze on to his big monitor that was put on pause. he chuckled and said a few words to his friends before standing. 

he walked towards you and stopped right in front of you. he tilted his head and looked you in your eyes. you didn’t know what to do but back up a little. he just stared at you and chuckled.

“you’re blocking the way. my shirt’s behind you.” he smiled and you just noticed his cute gummy smile. you felt yourself blushing and slightly pushing him away. you made your way towards the door and left him to put a shirt on.

okay, lets just get this over with.

you jolted awake when a rumbling thunder broke. when you looked around, instead of finding mingyu watching with you, you saw seungcheol watching a different movie.

dinner was okay. everyone made small talk and you even had a chance to talk to cheol despite all of the awkward situations you guys were in. 

mingyu was ecstatic when you did get one of each dish he made. you took small bites and after everything, you were really full. he then invited you and cheol to watch a movie in the living room. both of you agreed and it seems that you fell asleep midway.

“you’re awake, sleepyhead,” cheol said as he diverted his attention to you, totally abandoning the green ogre on the television.

“sorry. how long was i out?” you asked as you sat up from your position. you took up all of the space and he was situated on your foot. 

“im pretty sure you missed a movie and a half. we’re already starting shrek 3.” he said amusingly and placed his hands behind his head, his arms flexing.

“where’s mingyu?” you asked, seeing as the big guy was nowhere to be seen.

“he went and got chinese take out. i’m pretty sure he’s stuck there for another hour or 2. it just started pouring out of nowhere,” he said as he continued looking at you.

“what? is there something on my face?” you asked. he shook his head and instead of the toothy grin he was sporting just a while ago, it was now replaced by a full blown smirk.

“so are we just going to ignore what happened?” he asked as you seemed to choke on your saliva. 

“what? what happened?” you asked, feigning innocence. you didn’t really know what made you do that but it just seemed like the best thing to do that time. well, that was the best thing your horny self could’ve done.

“so we’re just going to ignore the fact that you saw me jacking off to you and my brother fucking like rabbits? and the fact that you looked straight at me while doing so?” he asked as he slowly creeped closer.

you couldn’t back up no more as the couch’s hand rest touched your back.

“are you going to ignore the fact that you saw me and it turned you on more, you pervert?” he said as he stopped right in front of you, your chest touching his.

“what are you doing, cheol? mingyu might come home any minute now.” you said as his breath fanned your face. you could smell his minty breath and mixed with his strong woody perfume. his hands made its way to the hand rest behind you, caging you in.

“so you’ll tell me off right now? you don’t want me to kiss you? just tell me,” his lips ghosting yours. a stray hand found its way to your face, his thumb barely touching your cheek. like he was taunting for a reaction, anything from your stunned body. what he didn’t know was was you were struggling to keep yourself from smashing your lips together.

“so what’s it gonna be, princess?” he said as his hand wandered its way to your neck. you felt the goosebumps forming as his touch barely grazed your skin. you were starting to overheat.

you released a big sigh and closed your eyes. and after a while, you opened them and your gaze fell to his plump and pink lips. lips that looked like they were bitten more than they should be.

“fuck it.” you said as you pushed yourself towards him, connecting your lips in a passionate kiss. he was a bit stunned before his hands brought you to him. your hands were all over each other and you were now seated on his lap, grounding yourself to his growing bulge, which is growing really big.

you snaked your hand from his chest towards his pants, slowly unbuttoning it. his hands made themselves comfy under your shirt, palming your boobs over your bra. he disconnected his lips from your neck and looked up, “may i….?” he trailed while he gently squeezed your boobs. you nodded before connecting your lips again. 

his hand then went behind you to unclasp your bra in one go.

“you must be really experienced to do that,” you joked as some of the guys you slept with before struggled with bra clasps. he chuckled before removing your bra and you helping him. you were supposed to remove your shirt when he stopped you.

“won’t this just get in the way?” you asked as he started to pull it over your boobs. he stared at you before enveloping a nipple in his mouth. you bit your lip and released a quiet moan. you fisted his hair as you successfully unbuttoned and unzipped his pants with just one hand.

“my shirt looks good on you,” he said. he left kisses on your right boob trailing to the left one before giving your left nipple all of his attention. your hands pushed his underwear down to release him, his cock slapping his stomach. 

how is it that these brothers both have monster cocks? mingyu barely fit you and you’re pretty sure cheol was going to have the same problem now.

you were going to start stroking him when he grabbed your arm.

“not yet, princess,” he said as he laid you down. he was quick to remove your shorts and left you on your underwear which was soiled, at this point.

“would you look at that. you really liked playing hard to get, huh? look at that stain,” he said as he leveled his mouth to your wet and clothed cunt. his breath was so close you could feel it.

“cheol please. just touch me,” you pleaded as you looked at his mischievous eyes.

“where do you want me to touch you, hmm?” he asked as his finger teased your pubic bone while his mouth trailed to your inner thighs, teasing. you moaned and removed your gaze on him, trying to calm yourself down.

“i need to know where you want to be touched, baby. how am i gonna make you happy?” he asked as his finger was dangerously close to your aching nub, already beating with need. you were sure that your lip was already bleeding from all the biting you did to it.

“daddy please. just touch my aching pussy.” you said without thought. he stopped his teasing and released a laugh.

“fuck, that sounded so sexy, baby. do you want daddy to take care of your dirty little pussy?” he asked as he slowly removed the only clothing separating him from your wet cunt. he kissed you over the panties before fully removing it.

“that is one pretty pussy, baby. look at how soft and wet it is.” he said before slowly licking your engorged clit. you didn’t know you were so desperate for his mouth and released a high pitch cry.

“goddamn, you taste so good. did my little brother love eating this pussy? did he make you multiple times just for eating you out, you dirty little whore?” he asked between licks before fully eating you out. you couldn’t even hold it anymore and were fully moaning. you fisted his thick locks and started playing with your abandoned nipples.

you started to feel it. he was eating you out like you were his last meal. he then took two of his fingers and fucked them in you.

“daddy, i’m almost there. fuuuck,” you said as your breathing quickened and you were feeling something unfamiliar coming. his lapping and pumping quickened before you released a guttural scream with a fountain of clear liquid from your pussy. he kept pumping his finger in you until you stopped squirting.

“holy shit! you can squirt? that was fucking hot,” he said as he sat on the floor, still shocked. you were barely breathing and you started getting shy. you just squirted all over their couch and carpet.

“can give me one more, baby? daddy is about to bust,” he said as he pulled you up and hovered you over his cock. you nodded before slowly sinking yourself to him. thankful for your powerful orgasm, fitting him in you was easier than you expected. it still took you time to adjust but after a while and a few thrusts, you were now fully riding his big cock.

“you feel so hot and tight around me, baby. do you want me to fuck you full of my cum, huh?” he asked as he held you close and started thrusting up. you were getting close to your second orgasm as he pulled you off of him, suddenly feeling empty. he pushed you to face down and he mounted you. when he entered you, he immediately hit your g-spot.

“you’re so much tighter like this. fuck, your pussy is choking my dick. do you want me cum in you? fill you up with so much of my cum? you want that, don’t you?” he asked as he pounded into you.

you were so close and he knew it. “fuck, you can’t come until i tell you, okay? you hold that in and wait for me,” he huffed as his thrusts start to become shorter and faster.

“daddy i’m so close, please. i need to cum!” you whined and started to cry.

“god, you look so pretty when you cry. it makes me want to fuck a baby into you. do you want to be the mother of my children, hmm?” he said. tears were now streaming from your face and this just did it for him.

“thats it, baby. i’m cumming. come with me,” he said as he released ropes of cum in you, triggering your 2nd orgasm.

“fuck!” you screamed as you felt another ground breaking orgasm. you were collapsed on top of each other and was heavily panting when the front door opened, revealing a smirking mingyu with the chinese takeout.

“looks like i missed out on all the fun,”

oh shit.

sooo that was that. that was sooo long and i wrote this in just what 2 hours? i'm so sorry that it took so long as well since i had a lot of things going on at home. this wasn't proofread as well so hehe. enjoy this very long and detailed part. see you in the next one 👀

taglist:

@dinonara-ara

[gyuhanniesworld]

but i like your brother, too (kmg x oc x csc) 🔞

"babe, can you bring this to our new neighbours? heard they moved all the way from korea," your mom distracted you from your reading as she placed a big bowl full of her famous cookies.

you reached for a cookie as she turned around and when it almost landed on your lips, she paused and said "don't get any, okay? you don't want any unwanted calories, right?" you sighed as you placed the delicious cookie back. you rolled your eyes as you stood up, bringing the bowl with you as you made your way towards the front door.

you cursed your dad's genes for your overthinking tendencies. well, it has been a while as you indulged on some sweet snacks as your mom made it quite clear that you gain weight quicker than most people (which is not really true). you swallowed the lump in your throat as you neared your neighbour's walkway.

you saw multiple men take things from the big truck towards the house and as you followed one of them towards the stairs, you were shocked by the shirtless man getting out of the front door. he had a towel around his neck and was clearly going back to the truck to help out some more. his steps stopped in front of you and you were more shocked as he smiled at you.

"hi, there! didn't know we had a pretty neighbor." he cheekily stated as he wiped the sweat on his forehead. since you had a clearer and more close-up look on your new neighbour, you could say that he was around your age or somewhat older by a few years. he was really tall and had a good built, a great and hard one-

"shamelessly checking out each other on the first day? you're starting to surprise me, bunny." he chuckled and took a few steps towards you.

you cocked an eyebrow. "bunny huh?" you teased as you stretched your arm to give him the cookies. he never broke eye contact as he took the cookies and took a bite of one. he shamelessly groaned and closed his eyes as he devoured each one.

"skipping 1st and 2nd base, i see and i still don't know your name," you chuckled as he continued inhaling the cookies. a shorter but still big man made an appearance as he was clad in a tank top and cargo shorts. holy shit, is this a frat house or something?

"mingyu, i need a hand on that dresser for dad's room." he stated as he stopped beside who i'm guessing is mingyu.

you smiled and stuck your hand for him to shake, "hi! my name's dakota and i live right across the street." and as you looked at the guy, god must really love their family because look at those genes.

"my name's seungcheol but you could just call me cheol," he cheekily said and a cute dimple popped out. "i see you've met my brother, mingyu" he stated and took a cookie for himself. as you looked at the brothers, you knew your break was going to be amazing.

you bit back a moan as mingyu's tongue made love to your clit and his fingers pumping in and out of you. after just a week of 'talking', you found yourself sprawled on the youngest choi's bed.

you fisted his hair as he groaned on your pussy, leaving open mouth kisses on your opening. he gripped on your hips as he grounded his face on you. you were getting restless as one of his hands made its way to your mounds, teasing the nipple.

"gyu, fuck. i'm almost there." you whined as he continued eating you out. with the few times you've messed around, you discovered how much of a giver the guy was. he enjoyed eating you out and you could feel that he was getting off of it. he would make you cum on his mouth multiple times before fucking you for hours.

"you love my mouth on your pretty pussy, don't you, bunny?" he asked as made eye contact. you moaned lightly as he teased your clit with small kitty licks, knowing how sensitive you were from making you cum twice already. you chewed on your bottom lip as he continued his assault on your cunt.

"would you like me to destroy this tight pussy? make everyone in the house hear you be a whore for me?" he hummed as he kissed up towards your boobs. he stopped right in front of the unattended one and enveloped his mouth around the sensitive nipple. you threw your head back and accidentally released a loader moan. you furrowed your eyebrows at him and he gave you a cheeky grin, still slightly bitting on the sensitive skin. he knew your nipples were really sensitive and he just had to bite down on it.

you shook your head and rested your head on his pillows with your arms over your head, enjoying everything mingyu was giving.

out of the corner of your eye, you saw a small movement on mingyu's slightly ajar door. you smirked and sighed loudly, slightly exaggerating some of your reactions.

"come on, daddy. destroy me with that big cock of yours." you made your voice slightly louder as the tanned man's mouth made its way towards your lips. "you're really vocal these days, huh, bunny?" he smirked as he envelopes your mouth for another kiss.

you opened your eyes a little as you checked on the shadow moving outside gyu's door. you moaned as you felt mingyu's big cock making its way to your folds, gathering enough of your slick before he slowly entered you. mingyu kissed the side of your head towards your neck, licking and sucking as you took your time adjusting to his size.

"you're so perfect for me, baby. look at that pussy squeezing my cock in. fuck, how are you still so tight, huh?" he grunted as he slowly moved. it felt like being split open and it felt pretty damn good. you admired mingyu's beautiful body and couldn't resist sucking on the nipple right in front you. he moaned as his movements started picking up pace.

"such a slut, couldn't shut you up without suckin' on something, huh?" he asked as his hips snapped, sounds of skin slapping bouncing off the walls. you nodded as you looked up at him.

"fuck, i'm almost there." he whispered as he took out his dick out, leaving me whining before flipping me to my stomach. he got a pillow and placed it just above my pelvis before entering me again. as he thrusted in, he was hitting deeper spots.

"you just love being played with, don't you baby?" he asked as his cock hit that spot that made your head spin. you climax was coming and so was mingyu as you felt his thrust become more brutal. you were going to have a hard time walking tomorrow, for sure.

"daddy! i'm gonna cum! fuck! fuck! ahh that's it. fuck, come in me, please" you muttered as you felt yourself break. mingyu's movements stilled as he grunted, feeling ropes of white painting your walls and filling you up. you breathed deeply and checked on your voyeur, strong hands out and pumping his thick rod. you could clearly see him finishing, as well. you smirked lightly as he quickly got out of your sight.

your attention was pulled out as mingyu placed a hand on your face and asked "you okay, baby?". you smiled gently and pulled his face in, kissing him. "you want to cockwarm me, bunny?" he chuckled as you refused to remove your legs from his waist.

"yeah, i kinda like this." you joked as you pulled him in for a hug. thoughts going back to how seungcheol jacked off to his brother blowing your back.

soooo that's part 1! lets see how long its gonna take for me to write part 2 (probably 2 hours but i'd probably let it sit in my drafts for months after rereading it 😭)

[gyuhanniesworld]

livin’ like angels, lovin’ like devils

pairings: Mingyu!non-idol, Jeonghan!non-idol x reader

genre: 🔞 MDNI smut

warnings: porn!withoutplot, poly relationship, overstimulation, oral (m and f receiving), dom!mingyu, dom!jeonghan, sub!reader, mentions of a feast, unprotected sex (pls don’t do this! always cover up), penetration, anal, dacryphilia, squirting, if you’re not comfortable with mxm then you’re free to scroll down. pls tell me if i forgot to mention anything

an: hi! this is my 2nd fic here (since i’m too much of a coward to post the first one). i’m still pretty new to writing smut (i just really love reading them but writing them??). please, don’t be shy on leaving your reviews so i could make more (probably) and better ones in the future hihi. p.s. this was not proofread so im sorry ☺️

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“welcome home, princess!” was the first thing you heard when you entered your flat.

you just closed a deal with a big client today but you were also swamped with loads of paperwork. you were just so tired but seeing your boyfriend greeting you just took all of the tiredness away.

mingyu ran towards you and spun you around. you squealed and laughed at your cute boyfriend. “we just got the news! congratulations on that deal, baby. i knew you were working so hard for that.” he said as he littered your face with kisses. even after dating for over a year now, you would still get shy when he overloaded you with love and compliments.

“hey! it’s my turn, gyu.” another voice spoke behind him as mingyu placed you down. you smiled at jeonghan as he embraced you. “congratulations, baby. we got the news before we got home so..” he whispered to your head as he placed a kiss on your forehead. he took a step back and revealed the feast they prepared. you gasped as you saw the cake that said ‘that’s our princess!’.

you whipped around and enclosed both your boyfriends in a warm hug. “thank you so much, my loves.” you kissed each of them on the cheek and plopped yourself on a chair.

“someone’s hungry.” mingyu joked as he prepared the three of you a plate.

“i’m starving!” you perked while pouting to your other boyfriend who was behind you, massaging your back. you smiled as they started talking about their day and what happened in the office.

nothing could get better than this.

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you woke up with a moan.

you just felt something was different when you could feel the warm tongue of your boyfriend practically french-kissing your clit. another moan elicited from your mouth when another mouth enclosed itself on one of your nipples. both your hands were on their heads before you could think.

“well, good m- ugh morning to the both of you.” you practically sighed as you watched with half lided eyes both your boyfriends get to work. mingyu, who was slotted in-between your thighs, stopped his licking and smirked at you. “i see our princess is awake.” you took a hold of his hair and dragged his face towards you, kissing him with labored breaths.

“hey! what about me?” you stopped making out with the big man to see your beautiful and whiny boyfriend pout at you. “c’mere.” you took a hold of his neck and kissed him next. jeonghan whined at your mouth as you dragged a hand across his chest and towards the band of his underwear, slightly teasing him with some light scratching.

mingyu, who was abandoned for a while, resorted to kissing your neck while fondling with your other boob. you couldn’t resist the urge to grind on his front, making him grab onto your hips, grounding your plump back to his hardness.

“i see that both of you are needy this morning.” you say as you break your kiss from jeonghan. he takes this time to shuffle towards your aching slick and eat you out.

your head was going haywire with all of the overstimulating and you were going dumb. you were now on top of mingyu while jeonghan was making himself pretty busy with your aching nub.

“please, just fuck me already.” you sighed as the bigger man made you sit up and remove his undergarments. jeonghan placed a final kiss on you before removing his.

“want to take us both this early, baby?” jeonghan asked as he started to tie your hair back while mingyu slowly stroked his dick. you were salivating at the scene when jeonghan finished tying your hair, grabbing onto it and making you look up.

“you look so beautiful, princess. we’re gonna take care of you now, hmm?” he whispered as he claimed your mouth with his. you separated yourself from him to kiss your other boyfriend who was starting to look impatient. “you gonna break me, pretty boy?” you ask as he nodded and kissed you hungrily. he bit on your upper lip to make you open up. his tongue fighting with dominance as you try to keep up.

jeonghan took your hand and guided it to his leaking dick. you started stroking him and you could hear his quiet moans. mingyu broke the kiss and situated his head in between your legs again. “what are you doing, baby?” you asked him as he positioned himself below your wetness. “ride my face, princess. my face is your thrown.” he said as he basically forced you to sit on his face. you cried out as he swirled his tongue on you while jeonghan used the moment to thrust in your mouth. you shook as you looked into jeonghan’s eyes with tears in yours.

“awe. you’re loving this, aren’t you princess? getting your pretty pussy ate and your mouth fucked at the same time?” he cooed as he started to go deeper, into your throat. you nodded as did your best to take all of him into your mouth. you were starting to feel the familiar coil on the pit of your stomach when you took his dick out your mouth and sucked on his balls. jeonghan whipped his head back and released a low grown.

“yeah, suck on my balls. you just love having them in your mouth, yeah?” he gritted as he held your head while stroking his cock with the other. you cried as mingyu denied you of your release.

“you wanna come on my face, princess?” gyu asked as he started licking your ass, making your cry out more.

“please, daddy. make me cum. i’ll be a good girl, i promise.” you whimpered as you felt his mouth ghosting on your pussy while trying to please your other boyfriend.

“you gonna do anything we say, baby? anything?” jeonghan asked as he knelt by your side, kissing on your neck towards your chest.

“yes, daddy. i’ll do whatever you want.” you cried as you grew desperate for release. jeonghan chuckled as he looked at you with tears rolling down your face. “is it that bad, baby? you want both of our cocks in those pretty holes of yours?” he cooed as he grab a hold of your hair.

“yes, daddy! i want you both destroying both my holes! please, just fuck me hard.” you moaned as he swallowed your cries and picked you up, leaving you whining as your cunt was left unaccompanied.

“you think you can still stand up, princess?” gyu asked as he helped you up. you nodded as he captured your mouth for another kiss while jeonghan kneeled in front of your leaking cunt. he kissed you before enveloping the swollen nub in his mouth, moaning as he got a taste of you.

you were a crying mess and you looked so fucked out, it turned gyu on more. he was basically holding you up as he kissed down your neck and towards your back. “lean on the table and lift your leg up.” mingyu stated. you weren’t the most flexible person out there but when it came down to these two, you would probably in the olympics by now.

both of them were on you now and you just couldn’t so anything but cry. this was another level of overstimulating and you were so sick to be loving every bit of it. you loved the attention the both of then were offering you.

mingyu’s mouth was on your ass while jeonghan was preoccupied with your pussy, lapping and fingering it for his cock. “tell us how you’re loving this, princess. i wanna know how you’re feeling and how you want us.” jeonghan spoke as he continued lapping on your swollen clit.

you swallowed the pooling saliva on your mouth. “i love how you’re making me feel, daddies. i love how you’re fucking me with your fingers while daddy tongues my butt. i just want that both of you in me now. please.” you cried as you feel yourself shake with everything going on.

“i think that’s enough, babe.” jeonghan says as mingyu removed his mouth from your behind. he grabs a hold of mingyu’s neck as he goes in for a kiss. your eyes go wide and a moan was out of your mouth at this new scene. they were pretty much straight when the three of you got in this relationship and well, you didn’t know what was going on when you weren’t around. you were going to have a talk after this.

you watch as the two beautiful men made out. mingyu’s hands were exploring jeonghan’s body while jeonghan stroked the bigger man’s big cock. oh my god. you could feel yourself dripping from the scene as your hands subconsciously made their way towards your chest and your pussy. you were already going insane and they weren’t even inside you, yet.

“look, babe. our princess is so turned on with this right now.” mingyu said as jeonghan knelt in front of him, starting to take his cock in his mouth. you bit your lip to stop another moan from getting out as you saw your pretty boyfriend give head to the bigger one. you didn’t know why but you were so turned on and could just finish with just watching them.

“should we fuck her hard now?” jeonghan asked as he stood up and had his nipple sucked my mingyu. dear god, this was not good for your sanity.

“who said you could fuck yourself, huh, baby?” mingyu asked as he removed himself from jeonghan and strutted towards you. he removed your hands from your pussy and licked on your fingers. “please. make me cum, daddy.” you mumbled as he picked you up, opening you up for jeonghan, as well.

“you still okay, princess?” jeonghan asked as he took a hold of mingyu’s cock and brushed it over your pussy. both of moaned as you felt it push in your ass. you let our a scream as you felt the familiar stretch. mingyu had a beautiful long, tanned and thick cock while jeonghan had a prettier, longer but thinner cock.

“oh my god oh my god oh my god. fuck, you’re filling me up gyu.” you stammered as you felt him go in inch by inch. you were given a few seconds to breathe until another cock plunged in your pussy.

“fuck! you feel so tight, princess. i could just come right now.” jeonghan said as they started moving together. you didn’t have any other choice but to grab a hold of jeonghan’s neck and kiss him. you could hear mingyu groaning at how tight you are.

“you want us to cum in you, princess? does our pretty little cumslut want us to fill you up with our cum?” gyu asked with gritted teeth as he felt his end coming. you nodded as moaned with the two of them. they were in sync and were reaching the deepest parts of you. jeonghan’s breathing was getting shorter, a clear sign that he was cumming soon.

after a few more strokes, your bedroom was filled with cries and moans from the two of them but you were different. their paces were animalistic and as you were chanting their names, you felt yourself break loose. jeonghan moaned as you squirted on both his and mingyu’s cock.

“fuck! that was so hot, baby. didn’t know you could do that.” mingyu praised as he moved you up and down his cock, riding you through his orgasm. jeonghan smirked at the mess you made on him. you grew shy as he swiped his cock that had your release and placed it on his mouth, moaning at your combined taste.

mingyu slowly removed you from his cock and groaned as he took your fucked out state on your bed. you had your eyes closed and both of your boyfriends plopped themselves on either side of the bed.

“wow.” you said as you placed an arm over your forehead.

“you think you could still walk, princess?” mingyu asked as he kissed the side of your head. you chuckled as you open your eyes to see both your boyfriends staring at you adoringly. you propped yourself up to see the clock that read 10:34 A.M. you plopped yourself down on the bed and sighed.

“you made me late, again.” you stated. you heard the both of them giggle as they spooned you back to sleep.

you were definitely getting an earful from seungkwan tomorrow.

[gyuhanniesworld]

but i like your brother, too (kmg x oc x csc) 🔞

"babe, can you bring this to our new neighbours? heard they moved all the way from korea," your mom distracted you from your reading as she placed a big bowl full of her famous cookies.

you reached for a cookie as she turned around and when it almost landed on your lips, she paused and said "don't get any, okay? you don't want any unwanted calories, right?" you sighed as you placed the delicious cookie back. you rolled your eyes as you stood up, bringing the bowl with you as you made your way towards the front door.

you cursed your dad's genes for your overthinking tendencies. well, it has been a while as you indulged on some sweet snacks as your mom made it quite clear that you gain weight quicker than most people (which is not really true). you swallowed the lump in your throat as you neared your neighbour's walkway.

you saw multiple men take things from the big truck towards the house and as you followed one of them towards the stairs, you were shocked by the shirtless man getting out of the front door. he had a towel around his neck and was clearly going back to the truck to help out some more. his steps stopped in front of you and you were more shocked as he smiled at you.

"hi, there! didn't know we had a pretty neighbor." he cheekily stated as he wiped the sweat on his forehead. since you had a clearer and more close-up look on your new neighbour, you could say that he was around your age or somewhat older by a few years. he was really tall and had a good built, a great and hard one-

"shamelessly checking out each other on the first day? you're starting to surprise me, bunny." he chuckled and took a few steps towards you.

you cocked an eyebrow. "bunny huh?" you teased as you stretched your arm to give him the cookies. he never broke eye contact as he took the cookies and took a bite of one. he shamelessly groaned and closed his eyes as he devoured each one.

"skipping 1st and 2nd base, i see and i still don't know your name," you chuckled as he continued inhaling the cookies. a shorter but still big man made an appearance as he was clad in a tank top and cargo shorts. holy shit, is this a frat house or something?

"mingyu, i need a hand on that dresser for dad's room." he stated as he stopped beside who i'm guessing is mingyu.

you smiled and stuck your hand for him to shake, "hi! my name's dakota and i live right across the street." and as you looked at the guy, god must really love their family because look at those genes.

"my name's seungcheol but you could just call me cheol," he cheekily said and a cute dimple popped out. "i see you've met my brother, mingyu" he stated and took a cookie for himself. as you looked at the brothers, you knew your break was going to be amazing.

you bit back a moan as mingyu's tongue made love to your clit and his fingers pumping in and out of you. after just a week of 'talking', you found yourself sprawled on the youngest choi's bed.

you fisted his hair as he groaned on your pussy, leaving open mouth kisses on your opening. he gripped on your hips as he grounded his face on you. you were getting restless as one of his hands made its way to your mounds, teasing the nipple.

"gyu, fuck. i'm almost there." you whined as he continued eating you out. with the few times you've messed around, you discovered how much of a giver the guy was. he enjoyed eating you out and you could feel that he was getting off of it. he would make you cum on his mouth multiple times before fucking you for hours.

"you love my mouth on your pretty pussy, don't you, bunny?" he asked as made eye contact. you moaned lightly as he teased your clit with small kitty licks, knowing how sensitive you were from making you cum twice already. you chewed on your bottom lip as he continued his assault on your cunt.

"would you like me to destroy this tight pussy? make everyone in the house hear you be a whore for me?" he hummed as he kissed up towards your boobs. he stopped right in front of the unattended one and enveloped his mouth around the sensitive nipple. you threw your head back and accidentally released a loader moan. you furrowed your eyebrows at him and he gave you a cheeky grin, still slightly bitting on the sensitive skin. he knew your nipples were really sensitive and he just had to bite down on it.

you shook your head and rested your head on his pillows with your arms over your head, enjoying everything mingyu was giving.

out of the corner of your eye, you saw a small movement on mingyu's slightly ajar door. you smirked and sighed loudly, slightly exaggerating some of your reactions.

"come on, daddy. destroy me with that big cock of yours." you made your voice slightly louder as the tanned man's mouth made its way towards your lips. "you're really vocal these days, huh, bunny?" he smirked as he envelopes your mouth for another kiss.

you opened your eyes a little as you checked on the shadow moving outside gyu's door. you moaned as you felt mingyu's big cock making its way to your folds, gathering enough of your slick before he slowly entered you. mingyu kissed the side of your head towards your neck, licking and sucking as you took your time adjusting to his size.

"you're so perfect for me, baby. look at that pussy squeezing my cock in. fuck, how are you still so tight, huh?" he grunted as he slowly moved. it felt like being split open and it felt pretty damn good. you admired mingyu's beautiful body and couldn't resist sucking on the nipple right in front you. he moaned as his movements started picking up pace.

"such a slut, couldn't shut you up without suckin' on something, huh?" he asked as his hips snapped, sounds of skin slapping bouncing off the walls. you nodded as you looked up at him.

"fuck, i'm almost there." he whispered as he took out his dick out, leaving me whining before flipping me to my stomach. he got a pillow and placed it just above my pelvis before entering me again. as he thrusted in, he was hitting deeper spots.

"you just love being played with, don't you baby?" he asked as his cock hit that spot that made your head spin. you climax was coming and so was mingyu as you felt his thrust become more brutal. you were going to have a hard time walking tomorrow, for sure.

"daddy! i'm gonna cum! fuck! fuck! ahh that's it. fuck, come in me, please" you muttered as you felt yourself break. mingyu's movements stilled as he grunted, feeling ropes of white painting your walls and filling you up. you breathed deeply and checked on your voyeur, strong hands out and pumping his thick rod. you could clearly see him finishing, as well. you smirked lightly as he quickly got out of your sight.

your attention was pulled out as mingyu placed a hand on your face and asked "you okay, baby?". you smiled gently and pulled his face in, kissing him. "you want to cockwarm me, bunny?" he chuckled as you refused to remove your legs from his waist.

"yeah, i kinda like this." you joked as you pulled him in for a hug. thoughts going back to how seungcheol jacked off to his brother blowing your back.

soooo that's part 1! lets see how long its gonna take for me to write part 2 (probably 2 hours but i'd probably let it sit in my drafts for months after rereading it 😭)

[beardedmrbean]

[theman]

I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF

[tattooedzombigirl]

This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.

[secondlina]

Reblogging because it’s a damn potato and I want to encourage people to assume potatoes are magical.

[trustmypoison-deactivated202504]

Ah! Love - Masterlist

Yoon Jeonghan isn’t told ‘no’ often - or ever, really. So, when his friends set him up to get turned down, his ego is shattered. But his friends didn’t realize they just introduced him to his new partner in crime. 

Playlist: Ah! Love by Seventeen; Can’t Get You by Jaehyun; Bonnie & Clyde by Yuqi 

Parts of this story will contain explicit content that's not suitable for minors, so MDNI.

This is a repost of a previous fic I did. It was one of the first fics that I ever posted on here and I wish I had made some different choices aesthetically. The content will be the same, it will just be a little prettier and more readable.

Act One | Act Two | Act Three | Epilogue | Oneshot: I saw this and thought of you

Dividers in each act by @strangergraphics-archive

[gyuhanniesworld]

I’M STILL IN ACT TWO BUT BOY WHENQVSASJNaosgwv ILYSM AUTHOR!! HOW AM I JUST READING THIS NOW 😭😭😭😭

[hanniedaily]

[miabebe]

Accidentally Kidnapping A Mafia Boss

Reverse Trope Series Installment 2

Pairing - Yoon Jeonghan x afab!reader

Word Count - 70K 29K (please congratulate me, cutting down was the hardest thing I've ever done)

Genre - Strangers to something more I guess? Minimal crack (I had to choose between humour and sexual tension - it was painful, like choosing a favourite child), angst (just a small splash) and smut (loads of it, warnings under the cut)

Warnings - mentions of kidnapping and mafia, one scene where hands are thrown (But just to be clear, this is not like your usual mafia fics - it’s not dark, there’s no violence and things of that sort), mention of dub-con in OC's past (dubious exhibitionism)

A/n -Those who are up to date with the teasers can jump directly for day 1 I guess! Anyways, this fic should have been a whole ass series, it was such a task finishing it in under 30K phew. I hope you enjoy this roller coaster - your comments, reblogs and tags are all very very appreciated! I shall put out an announcement when the next Reverse Trope installment is coming - for now, its time for Camp Seventeen!

Smut warnings - there's a bunch of call girls, masturbation-almost?, voyeurism, multiple smut scenes (3 or 4 idk), exhibitionism (nobody saw them though), fingering, oral (f receiving), protected sex, unprotected sex (please don't be stupid like them), multiple orgasms, oral (male receiving), okay I hope we're done

"You're being a real pain in my ass right now."  "I don't see how it’s an issue since that’s not much of an ass."  Seokmin glared at Seungkwan. "Just because some stupid college club awarded you a silly superlative-" "-best bakery in town is not a ‘silly’ superlative-" "-like once-" "-twice. In a row-"  "-doesn't mean-"  "-absolutely does-"  "Will you two shut up?" You hissed under your breath looking around. "Are you trying to get us all caught?"  Seungkwan clicked his tongue annoyed. "You're acting like we're in the middle of a crime."  Your eyes flickered from Seokmin to Seungkwan before landing on the third guy in between them, the one who was unconscious and being held up with his arms thrown over the shoulders of his friends.  "Last I checked, kidnapping is a crime." You pointed out. Seokmin rolled his eyes. "Pranking your friend isn't." "That is if Soonyoung decides he wants to save your sorry ass." "Again, not much of an ass-"  "I swear to god Kwan-"  Groaning you covered your ears to shut out all the bickering.  That night when drunk Soonyoung had pushed your buttons, consequently leading to the events of tonight, you did not think it would be this hard. 

The plan was simple - on Mondays Soonyoung was in charge of closing the BBQ shop where all 3 of your closest friends worked. His routine was fairly straightforward - first he clears and cleans all the tables, then he closes the kitchen, then changes out of his uniform and finally wraps it up by locking the main door.  That's where you would get him, right as he closed the doors. You were to take him by surprise from the back, cover his face with a black cloth bag then bring him to your apartment and tie him up leaving him immobile, blinded and helpless.  One might wonder why such cruelty when you called him a friend but you would argue that Soonyoung deserved it. After all that night, he hadn't stopped mentioning how you were boring and your life was so uninteresting and you didn't have a single exciting adventure while he had a shit ton of them. Well, today you were about to give yourself, and him, a story to tell.

Now things did go according to plan, for the most part. Seokmin and Seungkwan were first reluctant to be a part of this madness but that was until you brought up the prospect of Soonyoung being scared enough to hopefully piss in his pants. Intrigued by the idea, they joined and all three of you waited in the bushes, watching your friend's silhouette moving around the shop, putting things away, cleaning up. Just as he reappeared after changing, hurriedly trying to leave the shop, the three of you got to action, approaching him silently from the back, swiftly holding him by the hands and putting the bag over his face.  What you didn't take into account in this plan was just how much resistance Soonyoung would show, God knows why you didn't consider his adrenaline driven reaction, but man did he put up a fight. It was only natural you retaliate and so instinctively, you landed a smack on his head with the torch in your hand knocking him out, making him buckle into the pavement as the two other boys caught him, looking at you bewildered. That was perhaps just the beginning of your problems because now you had to very un-suspiciously drag a very unconscious man to your apartment in the dead of the night. It would have helped if this neighbourhood was even a little sketchy but being a quiet, painfully uneventful suburb meant even the smallest of things was seen with high scrutiny.  So far, the three of you had somehow managed to make it from the restaurant to your building undetected but it was getting from the first floor to your house that was the real task since the building's resident old woman decided she wanted to feed the stray cats at 2 am. 

"How much longer are we gonna have to do this?" Seungkwan groaned. "He's surprisingly not that heavy but my arm is starting to sleep." "Yeah, this joke isn't as funny anymore-"  "Will you two quit being such pussies?" You turned to them annoyed. "She'll be gone in a few minutes and then we can move. Didn't you two say you wanted Soonyoung to shut up for a few days?”  Seokmin mumbled a yes under his breath while Seungkwan nodded hesitating. Hoping for some silence after this, you turned to watch the old woman stroking the cat softly as it slowly nibbled its food. Although your patience was really being tested, something told you if you didn't go through this plan, in another 40 years, you'd be exactly like that old lady - lonely, boring and feeding stray cats. Terrified by that thought, you held it together even though it took a whole 15 minutes for the scene to clear. As the three, no four of you, proceeded towards your apartment, the stray cat watched, licking its paw. 

Seungkwan and Seokmin groaned in relief as they half threw Soonyoung onto the chair you pulled to the middle, rubbing their aching shoulders. Scouring the drawers, you pulled out a rope with a soft “aha” making them turn towards your unnaturally happy self. Soonyoung stirred in his chair. “You're a little too excited about this-”  “Shhh!” You covered Seokmin's mouth with your hand, whispering. “If you talk, he'll know it's us, then it's not scary anymore.” “Frankly, I think the kidnapping and knocking him out cold must have been scary enough already.” “Not enough” You glared as Soonyoung let out a soft groan, letting you know he was coming around. “Quick, take out your phone and open one of those AI apps. We'll type what we want to say and use the bot voice - that way he'll have no idea.”  All three of you huddled, glancing at the phone as Seungkwan typed something quickly, pressing play to let the low toned automated voice echo through the room.  “I cannot wait to see Soonyoung shit his pants.” Seokmin giggled as your lips curled into a pleased smile. Oh, he was surely going to shit his pants.  “And why would I do that?” Soonyoung's voice sounded confused. “Because we-”  Seokmin looked up, freezing mid-sentence, noticing the voice did not come from the person before him.  All three of you exchanged looks realising the same before slowly turning around. Soonyoung  was standing at the entrance like he just walked in, looking bewildered.  Before any of you could process the situation, he pointed over your shoulders, frowning.

“And who's that?”

Oh. 

“And why is he wearing my clothes?” 

Oh no.

You turned back to see the man in question, slowly pull the black bag from over his head, shaking his golden tresses away from his face. Oh lord was he gorgeous.  As he blinked his eyes open, wondering where the hell he was, you were busy running your eyes all over his pretty features and suddenly, in that short span of 20 seconds, you had memorised where every single mole on his face was.  Seokmin and Seungkwan meanwhile, held your arms on either side half hiding behind you which was stupid considering you were the biggest coward in the room.  But somehow, as the man before you looked at all of you with narrowed, accusing eyes and tried to stand up, you swung your arm and smacked him right on the head with the torch again. All three boys gawked at you as the man fell back into the chair again, head rolling to the side, unconscious.  “What the hell mate-” “I'm sorry I panicked!” “Will someone tell me what's happening? Why is he wearing my clothes-” “Shut up Soonyoung.” Seungkwan turned to you looking terrified. “Do you have any idea what you've done?”  “Hey, this can't be just on me, we all thought it was Soonyoung-”  “Me???”  “-how is this my only fault-”  “Because!” Seungkwan raised his voice pointing a shaking finger. “The man you just knocked out again, that's…that's….” “That's…” Seokmin's eyes widened in realisation. “That's the city’s most infamous mafia boss, Yoon Jeonghan.” 

“They aren't picking up.” You sighed, pacing around the room. “Why aren't they picking up??” 

All three boys who were perched on the breakfast bar shrugged, continuing to munch on their chocolate bars.

“Y’all are awfully calm considering the mess we’ve landed in.” 

“The mess you landed us in.” Soonyoung, who had been filled about the situation, pointed out, licking his fingers. “If you hadn’t tried to pull that terrible prank on me-” 

“Okay Kwon, I don’t need this right now.” You rolled your eyes and Soonyoung made a mocking face before returning to his snack. Sighing, you dialed the number again, hoping for a response at least this time. 

“Voicemail. Again!” You squeezed your phone, nearly throwing it across the room, half screaming in frustration. The boys hissed, signaling you to shut up as you bit your tongue and turned towards the elephant in the room. 

Well, not a literal elephant, he was barely one sixteenth its size, the figurative elephant, Yoon Jeonghan. 

He still sat, unconscious and beautiful as ever, only his hands were now tied behind the chair, securing him in place. Seokmin insisted it was necessary considering this would be his second time attempting to try and escape. When you had expressed your confusion, Seungkwan pulled out his phone, flipped through his gallery and showed you a picture he had clicked in the city a few days ago - a poster with Jeonghan’s face on it, a text on the bottom. 

Dangerous criminal Yoon Jeonghan escaped from prison on the 3rd of August. Please be cautious and if seen, call the number below. A reward of 20,000 dollars is offered for any incriminating information. 

The moment all of you finished reading, it was like a switch flipped. 

Soonyoung immediately secured Jeonghan's hands, Seokmin darkened the room, turning off all the lights and Seungkwan shut all the curtains, shoving his phone into your hands. You though, just stood frozen, watching all of them getting to work, unable to comprehend the situation. It was only when Seungkwan shook you physically telling you to call that number that you finally came to your senses, quickly dialing it. 

Since then, it had been over an hour and you had called almost 48 times unsuccessfully, much to your frustration but not so much to the boys. They simply continued to raid your snack drawer, chattering away in hushed whispers. You on the other hand wanted to pull your hair out. 

“Why do you look so distressed hon?” Soonyoung looked at you, worried.

“Why?” You raised your eyebrows. “Why?? Can you not see why? Do you not understand how risky it is keeping him here-” You shot the unconscious man a glance, whispering. “What if he wakes up?” 

“Then you knock him out again.” Seungkwan chuckled. “This is not a joke you guys.” You tried to be heard above all the reenacting and laughing. “I get that the 20k offer looks enticing but should we take a risk this big-” 

“You think this is about the money?” Seokmin looked at you almost offended. “He’s a criminal Y/n, handing him over to the cops is doing what’s right! That’s our duty as responsible citizens-” 

“Well this can’t be the only way to go about it? I’m sure there are other ways-” 

“Like what?” Seungkwan frowned curiously. 

“I don’t know.” You bit your lower lip, turning to Jeonghan, hands shaking nervously. “We could go out there and find a cop-” 

“When was the last time you even saw a cop in this vicinity?” Soonyoung raised an amused eyebrow.

“Fine, then we’ll take him to the nearest police station?” 

“That’s almost twenty five miles from here.” Soonyoung pointed out. “What if on the way he becomes un-unconscious-” 

“Conscious.” 

“-then wouldn’t we be in more danger?” 

Sighing, you buried your face in your hands, shaking your head. “Oh god, how did we get ourselves stuck in a situation this terrible-.” 

“Oh come on, it's not so bad.” Seungkwan clicked his tongue. “It's not like we're committing a crime, in fact we are doing the complete opposite of it, you should be proud of us.” 

“I prefer my sanity over pride please, thank you.” 

Soonyoung clapped his hand. “So let's get you your vanity back-”  

“Sanity.” 

“-the more we try to call that number, the sooner we manage to contact the cops and before you know it, he'll be gone and all of this will be over.”

Sighing, you handed the phone to him, gesturing that he try now, sick of hearing the voicemail message over and over again. No sooner after he reached for it, a loud ringtone began echoing in the room making all of you jump cause a. it was really loud and b. it was not coming from this phone…..

All four of you exchanged looks turning to the source of the sound - the pocket on the inside of Jeonghan’s jacket. 

Noticing how Jeonghan was starting to slightly stir, Suengkwan quickly moved closer to him, pulling out his phone, fingers moving swiftly to mute. As it continued to vibrate in his hand, the rest of you gathered around, looking at the screen over his shoulder - Assistant 1, annoying, do not pick up. But before any of you had to make the executive decision whether or not to lift the phone, thank god for the timing, the call ended, allowing you all to take a sigh of relief. 

Trying to catch your breath again, just as you almost moved back to your original position, it rang again, somehow even more loudly this time and like an idiot in his hurry, Seungkwan accidentally lifted the call, making you gasp and almost scream. 

“No, don’t-” 

“Boss.” Though it was barely audible, he sounded exasperated. “Please tell me you’re not with a girl.” 

As Seungkwan put the call on speaker, the boys looked at you, signaling you to talk. Looking lost, you stuttered. “I uh…yes, he’s with me.” 

“Of course he is.” His voice boomed in the room. “I need to talk to him.” 

You hesitated, looking at Jeonghan still sitting slumped. “I’m afraid he can’t come to the phone right now.” 

“And why not?” 

“Cause he’s tied up?” You shook your head fast, when your friends looked at you wide eyed - now was not the time for truths??? “I mean he’s tied up with some work-” 

“Oh please, there’s no need to cover up.” The man sounded amused. “I always had a feeling that this was one of his kinks.” 

You looked at the screen mortified. Did he just say kinks? “I’m sorry what???” 

“No, I’m sorry you’re stuck with that sadist of a man. If you’re free after you’re done with him, I assure you, I could show you a much better time.” 

Gasping inaudibly, you felt the heat in your cheeks rising. “I’m not a…. no, god no. He’s tied up as in, unconscious and tied up. Kidnapped, unconscious and tied up.” 

The boys’ jaws dropped in disbelief. What the hell were you blabbering? 

“Did you just say you kidnapped him?” 

Hands shivering you tried to shove the phone into someone else's hands, only for all of them to quite literally run away. 

“Woman, I’m asking you something. Did you just say you kidnapped Jeonghan? The Yoon Jeonghan?” He paused, as you moved, standing in front of the man in question, watching him carefully. “Do you even know who he is?” 

“I….yes.” You sighed, sweat rolling down your forehead. “Yes I know who he is and look, it's a long story that I can’t explain right now and I’m sorry you had to find out this way but I’m calling the cops and handing him over tonight.”

“You called me to tell me that you were handing him to the cops?” 

“Actually you called-”  

“And for what? That measly twenty k?” He scoffed. “I know what you’re doing here - I’ll give you thirty in exchange for him.” 

And suddenly, all the boys were around the phone. 

“No thank you.” You shook your head. “This isn’t about the money, it’s about doing the right thing and that is to hand him over-” 

“Wow you’re really playing that card?” He sighed. “Fine, I’ll give you fifty.” 

At this point, Seungkwan lunged for his phone, narrowly missing it as you swiftly moved your hand away, surprised. 

“Seventy five?” 

Seokmin tried to reach for it too, but you were too quick for him too, moving away, looking at them incredulously. What the hell were they doing now? 

“Final offer, a hundred thousand or I have other ways-” 

“Done.” Soonyoung, the nimblest of them all, quickly grabbed the phone from your hands talking into it. “Hundred thousand and he’s yours.” 

“Kwon-” 

Seokmin covered your mouth, holding you back. “We want it in cash.” 

“That might be an issue-” The man on the phone let out a tired breath. “-things are tight now, cash will be hard.” 

“It’s cash or he goes to the cops.” Seokmin continued, still holding you back with his strong arms, rendering your struggles pointless.

The line went quiet on the other side. The boys look at each other, worried. 

“Fine.” He finally agreed as they sighed in relief. “But I’ll need about ten days to arrange for it.” 

“We are in no hurry.” Seungkwan added. “Whenever you send the cash, we’ll send him.” 

“And till then?” 

“Till then, he’ll be here, with us.” Soonyoung confirmed, earning a protest from you that drowned out. 

“I hope you remember that the cops are actively looking for him-” 

“We do. Which is why you need to make sure the money reaches us by the tenth day.” Seungkwan pointed out. “Otherwise you know where he’s going.” 

“No don’t….” The man sighed. “There’s no need to make such hasty decisions, you’ll get your money.” 

“Good, keep in touch on this number and let us know when you have the cash ready and….that's all, okay bye.” 

Seungkwan spoke quickly before he cut the call and all the boys looked at each other amazed. When Seokmin finally released you, he shrieked as you landed a few harmless punches on him, hard and fast.

“Are you insane???” You looked around. “Are all of you insane?” 

“Hon,” Soonyoung held you by the shoulders, shaking them. “It’s a hundred thousand dollars-” 

“I thought it was not about the money.” You narrowed your eyes at him. “I thought you wanted to be a responsible citizen-” 

“Oh please it’s always about the money.” Seokmin walked over and fell back onto the couch. “A hundred thousand dollars, wow, I’ve never even heard of so much money in my life.”

“Can’t believe I’m going to be a millionaire.” Soonyoung joined him on, earning an eye roll from you. 

“How exactly?” You crossed your arms. “It’s twenty five thousand dollars a person.” 

“So you are agreeing to be a part of it!” Seungkwan clapped happily, ignoring your words of protest. “We’re all going to be so rich.” 

“25 thousand dollars isn’t exactly a fortune-” 

“It might not be for you, but not all of us have dropped out of college and are running our own freelance business from the comfort of our grandmother’s apartment.” Seokmin pointed out. “We could really use the money.” 

“That’s fair but-” 

“No ‘buts’ now.” Seungkwan raised his hand to stop you. “Come on Y/n, do this for us? All we ask is for ten days. Don’t you remember when you moved to this locality, we were the only ones there for you? For 2 whole years we’ve been with you through thick and thin-” 

Thud.

Seungkwan stuttered to a stop, turning around at the sound. The rest of you shifted around too to see what happened, heartbeat rapidly rising when you realized that Jeonghan was stirring awake..... and more importantly, the knot that “believe me I'm an expert” Soonyoung had tied around his hands had come undone, the rope falling to the floor. 

Wincing, Jeonghan opened his eyes slowly as all of you froze, watching the infamous mafia boss raise his head, blinking in the darkness. 

You panicked, noticing that your one and only weapon here, your trusty torchlight, was far from you, right by his foot. Wondering if it was dark enough, considering the room was only lit by the soft and minimal glow of the streetlights pouring in, you slowly inched towards Jeonghan who still seemed like he hadn't full come around. Just as you reached him, bending to pick up the torch, Seungkwan, who was inching back to press himself against the wall and somehow blend into it, pressed against the switches, the lights instantly turning on, illuminating the whole room. 

Jeonghan slowly looked up, eyes meeting yours, lips parting softly. 

You opened your mouth to scream or say something, you can’t remember what exactly, instead resorting to just staring at the way his hair beautifully framed his face, long eyelashes touching the curve of his cheeks as he blinked. As you continued to remain frozen, his eyes ran over the features of your face, before his lips curled into a small smile.

“I love you.” 

You snapped out of your trance in a second, jaw dropping. 

“God I really love you.” He repeated, as you quickly grabbed the torch and moved back hurriedly and Seokmin, clearly your most sensible friend, quickly got up, putting himself between you and Jeonghan.

“What did he say?” Seokmin looked at you over his shoulder, mumbling. 

“You’re….” Seungkwan took a small, careful step. “You’re not mad?” 

“My head does hurt like a bitch.” Jeonghan cocked his head at you who was half hiding behind your biggest friend. “But I would have been more mad if I was in jail compared to waking up in….” He looked around again. “.....whatever this is.” 

“My house.” You muttered, gripping the torch as Soonyoung slowly and silently walked around, kicking the rope under the sofa, before he joined you, looking casual as ever.

“Yes, jail would be bad.” He agreed. “But here, you’re totally safe, no stress at all.” 

“And why exactly?” Jeonghan frowned, eyes flickering over all of you. “Obviously you know who I am. Why aren’t you handing me to the cops?” 

“That's um…because….” Seungkwan mumbled, putting his arm around your shoulder, with a firm nod. “Because of her uncle.” 

You blinked at him. 

You had no uncle. 

“M-mine?” 

“Yes, her uncle was….unfairly arrested by the cops last year, they sort of put him away for good so uh….helping you is, in a way, our revenge against this foul legal system.” 

Jeonghan didn’t look even a little convinced. Maybe just a little when he looked at you with an eyebrow raised in question and you hesitatingly nodded. 

“Okay, y’all are clearly a weird bunch but I'm not going to question it since whatever this is kinda helping me out.” He got up, wincing as he held his head. “ans now I'll get going-” 

“No!” All three boys screamed, taking both Jeonghan and you aback, ears almost ringing. 

“We mean…” Seungkwan started at a much softer tone. “You can’t go out right now, it’s not safe for you.” 

“I am aware,” Jeonghan patted his pockets as though he was searching for something. “I need to call my people and find them in the city again. Once they arrange a way for me to permanently leave the country, I'll be safe, finally-” 

“You are safe here too.” Soonyoung quipped. “There’s no place better than this neighbourhood - it’s quiet, almost thirty miles from the city, filled with senior citizens who are absolutely cut off from the world - they probably don’t even know who you are.” 

“Most importantly,” Seokmin added. “Because this place is so dull, cops don’t even come here, hell the closest police station is over twenty five miles away.” 

“Huh” Jeonghan looked thoughtful, continuing to slide his hands into all his pockets one by one, mumbling. “I can't find my phone-” 

“It probably fell when you were running around-.” Seungkwan gripped the bulge in his back pocket where Jeonghan’s phone was tucked away. “-now that you can't contact your…gang? it'll be dangerous for you to go unguided.”

“Exactly.” Soonyoung stepped up. “Say you give it some time, maybe 10 ten days or so for things in the city to cool off a little and then you can go, find your people and leave the country?” 

Jeonghan started at the floor as though he was mulling over it, each passing second feeling like almost an hour.

Finally he looked up, slowly nodding, much to everyone's relief. “I guess I could?” He held the bump on his head again, wincing in pain. “First I'm gonna need a shower and a meal.” He looked at you, lips curling into a small smile. “Is knocking people out your only talent or can you whip up a ramyeon too?”

Tearing your eyes away from his intense gaze you mumbled that you could, earning a two finger salute from him before he disappeared behind the door of the bathroom. 

As all of four of you collectively let out a sigh of relief, Seungkwan shoved Jeonghan’s phone into your hands. 

“Keep this safe and keep him safe.” He looked around at everyone. “We need to continue making him feel as though living here for 10 days is good for him, not us.”

“Agreed.” Seokmin hummed. “He cannot, at any cost, know he’s being held for ransom. God knows what he might do then.” 

“I still can’t believe it though.” Soonyoung let out a low whistle, looking around almost proud. “I can’t believe we actually accidentally kidnapped a mafia boss.”

“Smells fucking good.” 

You bit back a gasp hearing Jeonghan’s voice from behind you, right at the shell of your ear as you stood behind the stove, stirring his meal. Gulping you turned, regretting it immediately when you found yourself inches away from him yet again but this time, he was standing in just his towel, blonde wet hair falling into his eyes, rivets of water running down his smooth abdomen. As your eyes found their way back up again, Jeonghan smirked at you. 

“Strange.” He cocked his head at you. “On one hand you seem so meek and quiet, yet no one has ever really looked at me the way you do.” 

Please don’t say things like that. 

Feeling unnaturally hot, perhaps because you were sandwiched between a boiling pot of noodles and a man this attractive, you turned away, turning off the gas, wiping the sweat running down your neck. 

Jeonghan chuckled. “I need something to wear. Think you got anything?” 

You nodded, setting the pot down, before moving away from him (thank god) and walking into your office room. Jeonghan followed at a distance, shaking off the water in his hair, looking around confused as he stepped in. 

“Aren’t you a bit too old to play dress up?” He pointed at the mannequin in the corner donning a pretty maroon half finished dress. 

“That’s…. My work.” You confessed, going through a stack of clothes in the drawers on the far end. 

“You made that?” 

You nodded softly. “Yeah I’m sort of a freelance fashion designer.” 

“For who, the dead?” He frowned. “Who even wears clothes like these anymore?” 

Trying not to get too offended, you pulled out the pair of pajamas you were looking for and turned to him. “It’s for the main lead of the new Macbeth play. I, uh, custom make clothes for theater productions and stage plays.” 

“Ah.” He nodded looking around at the large table filled with all kinds of measuring tapes and scissors and big shelves stacked with materials of all kinds, two sewing machines lined up against the wall. “Interesting.” 

You're not really sure what he found so fascinating but you cleared your throat, trying to change the topic. 

“I only have this that might fit you.” Walking over, you handed him a neatly folded purple checkered pajama set. “I made it for my…. for someone a few years back but he didn’t like the colour so it's brand new.” 

“I love purple.” Jeonghan grinned, taking it from you, immediately slipping on the shirt. “By someone else, do you mean one of the boys?”

You shook your head. “No, I never make clothes for then, my style is a bit too…. um old fashioned?” 

“You continue to surprise me.” He looked at you thoughtfully. “Old fashioned with clothes but open minded enough to live with three men.”

You blinked stupidly. “I don't live with three men.”

“Oh they don’t live here?” Jeonghan raised an eyebrow. “You four aren't a thing?” 

 “Four? As in all four of us??.….” You looked at him wide eyed and scandalized. “Of course not! How could you even think that, w-what does that even mean-” 

“Okay relax princess.” Jeonghan took a step back, raising his hands. “Even if you were, it’s cool. I don’t judge.” 

Definitely not relaxing, you looked everywhere but at him, heat continuing to rise uncomfortably in your body. 

Jeonghan looked at you amused, biting his lip. “But I will judge if you continue to stand here and watch me wear the pants.” 

Shaking your head and apologising, you practically ran out of there, heart racing in your chest as you leaned against the kitchen counter, hands gripping the edge. The kind of things he said, the way he looked….Please please please stop it. 

Trying your best to push him out of your mind, you got back to the stove, grabbing the pot and placing it on the table. You stared at it for a bit before sighing and pulling out a few of your mom’s sides from the fridge, adding it to his meal. As you poured out a glass of juice, Jeonghan walked up, rubbing his hands, pulling the chair and sitting down. 

“You put sides and all? Sweet.” 

He grabbed the pair of chopsticks and took a large bite, humming in relief. You knew it was burning hot, but he was probably way too hungry to care because the speed made it look like he was inhaling it. 

“Sit.” He looked up mid bite. “I don’t like eating alone.” 

Although you didn't wish to be in his presence for long, you sat down, unable to say no. The entire time, Jeonghan ate quietly, tasting all the sides, drinking the juice in between, loudly smacking his lips after every bite. After devouring it all in less than five minutes, he raised the bowl to his mouth, downing all the soup, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.  “That was so delicious princess, I almost wanna stay here all my life.” He got up, stretching as he did. “But unfortunately 10 days is all we have.” 

Silently, you half nodded, gathering all the dishes he had left on the table, taking them to the sink. Jeonghan watched you, please stop looking at me, and when you returned to wipe the table, he leaned in, for the third time tonight, putting his face incredibly close to yours. “You’re a tough nut to crack, but I think I’ll have you all figured out in ten days.” As you tried to move further back, unable to breathe in the proximity, he moved closer, smirking. “Goodnight princess.” 

And with that he walked off, turning into your bedroom, closing the door behind him. 

You simply stared, rapidly blinking, heart refusing to calm down, chest heaving as you struggled to breathe.

And this was just day zero of ten. 

Day 1 of 10 

“Yoon Jeonghan has to go.” 

Soonyoung, Seungkwan and Seokmin looked up from their dinner as you slammed the restaurant door open. Immediately panicked and looking around, they pulled you to their table, shushing you with hushed voices. 

“What is wrong with you-” Seungkwan hissed as Seokmin went over to the only other people in the shop, the two old ladies sitting in the corner, trying to distract them with some free tea. “-you can’t go around screaming his name.” 

“You don’t understand.” Leaning back into the chair, you sighed. “I cannot be around him, I can’t handle it….” 

“What did he even do?” Soonyoung looked at you curiously and Seokmin returned, settling in his chair. 

And then you began to spill the details of all the events, starting from the moment he took over your bedroom last night. 

Yes you lived in a decently sized two bedroom house but with one room converted into your workspace and the other occupied by Jeonghan, you had no choice but to sleep on that extremely uncomfortable couch in the living room. Of course you were already drifting in and out of sleep because of all the pain in your back and like that was not enough……

As though on cue, the lady who lived in the apartment above yours walked in, her pleasant expression turning almost disgusted as her eyes fell on you and you knew precisely why - because of all the obnoxiously loud moaning last night. 

Seokmin watched the two of you, eyes narrowing. “Why is she looking at you like that?” 

Voice shaking, you told them. 

“Wait wait wait.” Seungkwan interjected, jaw dropping. “You’re telling me he didn’t just sleep in your room but also…. also brought home a woman?” 

You nodded. For a hot second, last night you thought you were dreaming or imagining those sounds. As you focused, listening harder you realised they were the moans of an actual woman, coming straight from your bedroom,  followed by Jeonghan’s soft grunts. And lord, the things he was saying??

Are you even trying? Is that the best you can do?

Oh, you feel good? Where are your manners then? Be a good girl and thank me. 

You’ll do anything, won’t you? This is all you’re good for - a set of wet and wanting holes. 

“So you think he brought home a whore-” You winced at the word, making Seokmin immediately change his statement. “-a person, a professional, and had a love making session in your room? On your bed?” 

“I don’t think it, I know it.” You groaned. “And that was no love making, it was loud and-” You gulped, pressing your legs together, trying to ignore the feeling between them. “-and just disturbing.” 

“I understand it’s hard for you,” Seungkwan started. “But if it’s just that one thing-”

“Oh no no it’s not just that one thing.” You sat up, ready with a whole mentally prepared list. “That's what I slept to, guess what I woke up to? A delivery man with nearly 30 packages of all sorts of things he ordered online for his ‘ease’ because he ‘can’t live without them’ and you might wonder what the issue with that is? It is the fact that he had me pay for it and it wasn’t five or ten dollars, I paid seven thousand dollars in the morning-” All the boys' jaws dropped. “-that’s right I paid seven thousand for his things which he, by the way, made me sit and open because his ‘head hurts too much’.”

“Okay, we get it-”

“And he keeps wearing all my clothes! Not mine, I mean the ones I make-” You corrected when the boys looked at you weirdly. “This morning he wore the pure white cashmere sweater I spent hours making for the evil queen in Snow white. Now it sits in my house decorated with polka dots of ramen.”

“Oh-” 

“And he never cleans up after himself! He expects me to cook, sits and eats and then just leaves when he’s done?! He drops crumbs everywhere, he doesn't put things back in their place, I'm-”

“Breathe hon breathe,” Soonyoung rubbed your back. “He's inconvenient and it sucks, we get it but….but it’s only been a day?” He looked around, pausing as the lady above your house collected her food and walked past, face turned away from you. “What about the rest of the time? Did he bother you in any way?” 

“Not really.” You sigh. “He pretty much minds his own business. He was either sleeping or watching tv the rest of the time…and also going through all my fashion magazines, with potato chip dust on his fingers by the way-” 

“Alright, alright, we get it, he’s a pain.” Seungkwan looked at you a little pleadingly. “But you do know, given our current situation, we don’t have a choice but to house him for another 9 days.”

“Kwan, It’s still not too late to hand him over to the cops-” 

“Please.” Seungkwan pleaded, hands joined, ready to fall to his knees if needed. “We’ll give you a higher share of the ransom if you want-” 

“You think money is the issue?” 

“Of course it’s not, he’s an idiot to suggest that.” Seokmin interrupted. “It’s not about the money Y/n, just…. do it for us? Think about how you could reform the three of our lives. We could go from busting our asses waiting tables here to maybe owning our own little shop. Don’t you want that for us?” 

You stared at Seokmin’s puppy face then at Soonyoung’s big eyes then at…..whatever cute expression Seungkwan was trying and failing to make. If you could help improve the lives of the friends who were closest to you, maybe you can hang in there for a few days? 

You could not. You most definitely could not. And you realised that the moment you excitedly stepped into your house again with a generous amount of packed late night snacks. 

Clothes - Jeonghan’s and a woman’s - were strewn all over the house, right from the main door to the bedroom as though they couldn’t wait for even the five seconds it took to walk the minimal distance. As you heard a guttural moan, you shut your ears, preparing for yet another night of suffocating yourself under your pillow. 

Day 2 of 10 

“I got you some DakGalBi.” Soonyoung raised the familiar black bag of the bbq shop before him as you sighed. 

“I made the same thing for lunch.” 

“You did?” He looked surprised. “I thought you didn’t know how to.” 

“I don't, I watched a few videos; followed a cookbook.” You mumbled. “Jeonghan said he wanted to eat.” 

“Is he still bothering you?” Soonyoung asked concerned, eyes running over your tired features. By bothering if he meant taking over every aspect of your life and not giving you the freedom to breathe peacefully in your own house, then yes, Yoon Jeonghan was absolutely bothering you. Did you tell Soonyoung that though? No, because 1, just yesterday, you had told your friends that you would “hang in there” and 2, you most definitely couldn’t hang in there and were already secretly planning ways to oust Jeonghan from your house. 

The journey to making this decision started the moment you woke up. It was yet again to the sound of knocking except, it wasn’t on your door, it was coming from your home office. Wondering what in the world Jeonghan was doing there today, you quickly kicked off the covers and jumped to your feet, walking over. At first glance, you didn’t spot him inside and then your eyes found a complete stranger drumming her fingers on your sewing machine. You stood frozen, fully taken aback as she looked at you, your favorite coffee mug in her hand as she sipped out of it. 

“This dress could use a deeper neck.” She pointed at the one on the mannequin and then at herself. “Like this.” 

You refused to look at her plunging neckline out of which all her….assets were spilling out. God knows why you couldn’t refuse to take her opinion on your work or tell her to get the hell out of your house. Instead, you just continued to stand frozen until you felt Jeonghan’s presence behind you. 

“What are you doing here?” He sounded like he just woke up, voice just a little deep and husky. 

“I was curious what was in here-” 

“I mean what are you still doing here?” He walked up, putting himself between the two of you. “You were supposed to leave after you were done.” 

“It was raining outside, I couldn’t go.” She muttered, looking at him hopefully. “Besides I wanted to see you in the morning before I go-” 

“I don’t.” He cut her off, pointing over his shoulder. “Get going.” 

“But-” 

“Go.” He repeated, more firmly this time. 

Looking mad, she slammed the coffee mug on the table and grabbed her bag from the floor. As she walked up to Jeonghan and tried to plant a kiss on his cheek, he turned his face away, “Don’t cross the line. Get out.” 

Huffing she left, the sound of the front door closing resounding behind her. Jeonghan turned to you, rolling his eyes, looking at you like you’ll understand. “The audacity when she can’t even deepthroat without gagging.” 

You didn’t understand. You didn’t want to understand. You just wanted him to stop saying these kind of things. Please please please shut up. 

When he walked away, yawning and stretching, you grabbed the coffee mug, nearly crying at the sight of a neat brown ring of coffee imprinted on the paper. 

Oh yeah, Yoon Jeonghan had to go. 

Now you would have told all this to the boys but you knew they would tell you to ‘adjust for a few days’ and as always, you'd give in, regardless of the fact that you wanted this man’s entire existence obliterated from your life. So you decided to handle things differently now - you would get Jeonghan out of your house without the boys realising you had a hand in it - that way you'd be free and they couldn't blame you. You weren’t quite sure how to go about this plan but that was until you went to the grocery store in the afternoon to buy some ingredients for lunch. 

The biggest drawback of this suburb was that there was barely anyone below the age of twenty five who could help you out with your predicament except for the cashier's grandson, Minguk. Minguk lived in the city, but over the weekends, he came over to help his grandmother, greeting you every time you crossed paths. You weren’t really close friends but he was always nice to you, helping you reach things from the higher shelves, offering to carry heavier items to your house. If anyone here could recognise Jeonghan and help you out, it had to be him. 

That’s why when you went to the shop, you told the old lady you needed a big bag of rice, twenty five kgs of it for some big rice starch cloth experiment, asking if Minguk could drop by later and bring it to your house. She agreed happily, stating she would get him to do it the moment he came in the evening and you left, waiting for said evening and said moment to arrive. 

Your prediction for the events that would follow today went somewhat like this - Minguk would come home, notice and recognise Jeonghan, ask you to get behind him while they fought and Minguk would knock down Jeonghan’s skinny ass stick figure, then make sure to hand Jeonghan to the police while you sadly told BooSeokSoon it was unfortunate that things unfolded this way. 

Now for this whole plan to be successful, you needed Soonyoung to get out of the house as soon as possible because Minguk could come any moment now. Hence you resorted to answering all of the former’s questions with short, simple replies, hoping this conversation would end fast.

“No he’s not still bothering me.”  “You sure?”  “Absolutely.”  “Again, we’re sorry that this-”  “No worries.”  Soonyoung frowned, confused at your curt answers. “Where is he now?” “Bathroom, showering I think.”  “What did he do before lunch?”  “Waited for lunch.”  “What did he do after lunch?”  “Nothing.” You shrugged. “Claimed he was bored, sat in my home office and watched me sketching for hours together.”  “He was…. just watching you?”  “Not the whole time, he fell asleep in between…”

You recalled how hearing his soft snores, you looked up from your work, eyes falling on him leaning back against the bean bag, drifted off in a pleasant slumber. As you glanced at him, noticing just how sharp his jaw was and how high his cheekbones sat, his lips curled into a small smile. You’re giving me that look again, princess. After that, you didn’t take your eyes off your work even once. 

“I think he fell asleep?” 

“Did you get any sleep?” Soonyoung looked over your shoulder at your bedding still on the couch. “Did he… you know, bring someone last night too?” 

You nodded, but brushed it off immediately. “It’s fine, it’s nothing I can’t handle. I promised you guys 10 days, I’ll deliver.” 

Soonyoung looked relieved, before he glanced at his watch, face morphing in worry. “It’s nearly peak hour, I gotta go back to the restaurant.” 

You agreed to him, assuring him you were fine when he asked you again, waving goodbye as you shut the door behind him. 

Minguk would be here any minute now, and if all went well, you’d finally be free again. 

Day 3 of 10 

All did not go well. 

In complete contrast to what you had imagined, here you were, yet again cooking lunch for Jeonghan, still absolutely sleep deprived and there he was, lying sprawled on your couch, going through your books, just like yesterday. Only difference was, Seokmin was on call, the sound of him chewing his apple ringing in your ears. 

As you moved around to make Kalguksu, Jeonghan’s order of the day, Seokmin spoke into your ear. “So you're saying he's not too bad to live with?” 

Bad? Bad was an understatement. Living with Yoon Jeonghan was the absolute worst. Just this morning, when you had stepped out to check your mailbox, your neighbour coincidentally returned from her morning walk, greeting you with a hard smile, asking why you looked so tired. You told her you had a lot of orders to work on, claiming you had to stay up all night to finish it and to that she said, “Yes, I think everyone in this building can tell what exactly you are doing staying up all night.” 

Never in your life before that statement did you want to be swallowed by concrete. You knew last night must’ve been particularly more noticeable because the women so far were moaners but this one….. Oh she was a screamer; so loud not even your pillow could save you. Thank god she was gone by the morning but so was a very treasured dress of yours, one you gifted by your mother. When Jeonghan woke up, he mumbled something about how her clothes tore, and she grabbed something from your cupboard before he went off to take a shower. 

“Yes, he’s not too bad.” You replied, glad Seokmin couldn't see your sarcastic expression. 

“I had a feeling he was a chill guy from the first time we saw him-” Seokmin continued to loudly chew on call. “-he seems kinda calm and knowledgeable?”

Yes, if only Seokmin heard all the instructions Jeonghan loved to give his lady friends at night, he would know just how knowledgeable this man was. Although he did say something that you were thinking about for a while now…

“Min.” You slid onto the kitchen counter. “Do you think Minguk has a crush on me?” 

“Minguk as in supermart granny’s grandson Minguk?” Seokmin chuckled. “Yeah, obviously, a mega huge one.” 

“What?” You looked at your phone betrayed. “How could you not tell me?” 

“I assumed you knew and didn’t care?” Seokmin sounded nonchalant. “Since you know, he already has a girlfriend?” 

That’s what you had said too, last night when Minguk came over and all did not go well. 

Initially, it was going according to plan though. A few moments after Soonyoung left, Minguk arrived at your door, carrying a huge sack of rice, half panting as he smiled at you. Given that Jeonghan was still in the bathroom, you engaged him in casual conversation, hoping the man who usually showered in under 5 minutes, would finally come out after the two hours he had been holed up in there. Just as you were running out of stupid questions to ask, Minguk looked over your shoulder, forehead slowly pulling together in a frown as you heard footsteps behind you. Finally finally finally, please help me-

“Who is that?” He pointed, looking confused. Did he not recognise….? 

You turned, as Jeonghan approached you, your eyes widening as they landed on him - he had dyed his golden blonde hair into a dark jet black, the length of it also a lot shorter now, the pieces framing his face pushed back in a way even you could barely recognise him. You continued staring as he walked over, throwing his arm around your shoulder, glancing at Minguk.

“And who is this?” 

Tearing your eyes away from him, you looked at Minguk, almost at a loss of words, “T-this is Minguk, he works um in the supermarket nearby, he’s my friend and this is uh….” You gulped, the weight of Jeonghan’s hand heavy on your shoulder. “This is-” 

“Come on, don’t be shy.” Jeonghan laughed. “Hi….friend? I’m the boyfriend.” 

“Oh.” Minguk looked at you just as surprised as you looked at him. “I didn’t know…” 

Neither did you.

“Yeah we’ve been doing long distance for a while now, I just got back recently.” Jeonghan answered like it was a matter of fact when a few days back, you didn't even know of his existence. 

After that Minguk, who always said bye to you with a cheery wave, mumbled that he had to go and left, without sparing you a second glance.

“What an idiot.” Jeonghan chuckled as he let you go, walking into the house. “Men who don’t have the guts to be honest with the woman they like are not worth anyone’s time.” 

“I’m sorry what?” You frowned, closing the door and following him. “The woman they like?” 

Jeonghan looked at you incredulously. “You didn’t know? He was literally making heart eyes, his drool is probably outside on the floor-” 

“He has a girlfriend.” 

“So?” He shrugged. 

“So he can’t possibly like me??” 

Jeonghan looked at you amused. “You’re dense as hell princess, there’s so much I could teach you.” and with that he walked away leaving you baffled, which was not how you expected events to turn out yesterday. 

As Seokmin chattered on and on about how Minguk wasn’t being fair to his current girlfriend and that he used to have a crush on her in middle school, you zoned out, mind wandering on something else entirely. You needed a new, revised plan, one that was guaranteed to get Jeonghan out of your life and this time, you swore you wouldn’t fail.

Day 4 of 10 

Plan B failed just as miserably as plan A. 

You had promised yourself to get Jeonghan out of your life, but all you managed to do was get him out of the house. 

That was part of the plan though, him stepping out was vital but somehow, as though luck loved him and despised you, things worked out in his favour yet again. 

Plan B was a long and elaborate one, one that you worked on really hard, starting from last night. 

Last night, you got into your couch tired as hell, but determined not to sleep, eyes wide open in the darkness. Around 1am, you heard the sound of feet shuffling as Jeonghan’s silhouette walked past you, opening the door, letting yet another girl into your house. As the two of them moved towards your room, bodies and tongues tangled, shutting the bedroom door behind them, you immediately got up, rushing to your office room. Looking up the posters of Jeonghan on the internet, you quickly printed out a bunch of them and silently donned your jacket and a mask, leaving your house in the dead of the night. It took you nearly 3 hours but by the end of it you had put up those posters along all the streets of the suburb and had barely just returned and got under the covers when the bedroom door opened and Jeonghan’s companion of the night left your house. Confident that by daybreak, everyone in the neighborhood would know Jeonghan’s face and there would at least be someone smarter than Minguk who could look past the changed hair colour, you slept happily, after a long time. 

But you were rudely awakened by the sound of Jeonghan’s voice, whispering right by your ear. 

“Be honest. You don’t actually want me to leave do you?” 

Your eyes flew open only to find his face hovering above yours, inches away. You held your breath as his hand rested on your waist, fingers tracing over the sliver of skin exposed by your shirt having ridden up. 

“You’re scared of what I do to you.” He smirked, lips teasingly close to yours. “But I could do so many wonderful things to you princess.” 

You gasped as you felt his fingers slip under the waistband of your underwear, inching closer and closer to the desperate hot and wet feeling between your legs. You couldn’t bring yourself to stop him…. You didn’t want to. As he slipped a finger in, groaning about how tight you were, your eyes flew open, meeting the cracks on the ceiling above. 

Petrified, you sat up, forehead and neck drenched in sweat as though every nerve ending was on fire. Did you just have a wet dream about Yoon Jeonghan?? 

Oh he had to leave. He had to leave as soon as possible. This plan had to work. 

And you really thought it would when you were going to buy lunch (today he wanted clam chowder which was way beyond your expertise) and he insisted on following you to get it since he was getting bored at home. You thought the entire universe had finally channelised its energy into helping you get rid of him. 

You could not have been more wrong. 

Turned out that in the few hours you had spent happily sleeping, it rained cats and dogs, obliterating nearly every single piece of paper you had put up. Hours of your hard work was quite literally washed down the drain while Jeonghan happily walked out in the open right alongside dozens of people who had no idea who he was. On the contrary, they had a wilder assumption regarding who he might be - apparently your boyfriend. 

The moment you’d stepped into the restaurant, all the old women who were your grandmother’s friends and loved to strike conversation with you, absolutely ignored your existence as they caught hold of ‘your boyfriend’, insisting that the two of you eat with them. You sat across Jeonghan, watching him talking and giggling with all the old ladies as they threw all sorts of questions at him. He answered, stuffing his mouth with food, spinning the most wonderful stories of your relationship, stories that made you almost wish they were true.

After he bid them all goodbye, which was nearly two hours later, he declared he wanted to play football in the big ground where all the ladies had mentioned their visiting grandkids were playing. You took him there, sitting on the sidelines and watching this man twice their height, tackling all the little kids effortlessly, laughing - not sadistically, just happily, enjoying himself. At that moment somehow, he felt so ordinary, like any other normal person, like he could really have been your boyfriend, like this was really your life. You abandoned that thought the moment Jeonghan pulled you from the bench into the field, demanding that you play. Though you despised the idea of running around in half muddy fields, as always, you found yourself unable to say no to him, joining him and the kids in a game that was a lot more fun than you had anticipated. That was until it started pouring rain again, forcing all of you to run back to your homes, drenched from head to toe by the time you reached. The laughter in your chest fizzled out at the sight of Jeonghan shaking the wet droplets of his hair, his wet shirt sticking to his body, the outline of it unnecessarily obvious. 

But I could do so many wonderful things to you princess.

Gulping, you left to dry yourself, heart racing behind its cage, not wanting to think of the dream. The rest of the evening you refused to so much as look at him, focusing on only on the one thing you were supposed to - Plan C.

Day 5 of 10

Plan C was short and simple and it was supposed to work like a charm. 

To be honest, a part of you always had a feeling plan A and B wouldn’t work because BooSeokSoon were right - expecting anyone in this neighbourhood to know Jeonghan was stupid. So if nobody here recognised Jeonghan, you had to bring someone who recognised Jeonghan here. And that’s exactly what you did because just as you were washing the breakfast dishes and Jeonghan was asking for your help with something, there was a loud knock on the door. 

“Police, open up.” 

Finally. 

After you had gotten up in the morning, under the pretext of getting milk, you went over to the closest public phone, calling the one and only police station nearby, the one over twenty five miles away. Trying to keep the message as anonymous and vague as possible, you spoke about how it seemed like something was not right in unit 84, your own apartment. You didn’t have the time to tell them anything else but apparently your half information was taken seriously because barely half an hour later, they were here at your door. Before you could wash your soapy hands and walk over the door, Jeonghan was already there, opening it.

You held your breath, staying hidden in the kitchen, peeking from behind the wall as the two men looked at each other. The expectation was a dramatic, movie-like scene where both men confronted each other with fists, maybe even guns but the reality, much to your surprise, was the complete opposite - they were both just talking, having a conversation you could barely hear from your hiding place. Could the cop also not recognise Jeonghan? 

The answer was no, he could not. It was Jeonghan’s luck playing it’s hand once again because the moment the cop shook Jeonghan’s hand and left and the latter turned you, you noticed how the entire lower half of his face was lathered in layers of shaving foam rendering half his face completely unseeable. You vaguely recalled he was asking you for help to shave, wondering what were the odds that the cop would turn up at this exact moment. Jeonghan’s luck was indeed your biggest enemy. 

Inwardly crying about the fact that not only did he just dodge your biggest weapon, but you still had to continue doing menial work for him, you followed him to the bathroom. As you prepared the razor, he sat on the edge of the bathtub, peering at you curiously in the mirror. 

“Why do you think the cop turned up at your house today?” 

Trying not to let your hands shake, you shrugged. “How would I know?....What did he say?” 

“Someone apparently called to complain about something strange going on in this house.” 

You met his eye in the reflection, thinking fast. “I mean it is a quiet neighbourhood and the people around are really old so, I guess, maybe someone complained about, you know, all the noise at night….” 

“But you don’t use the sewing machine at night?” Jeonghan frowned like he didn’t understand. 

Clearing your throat, you turned to him. “Not me, it's you…and you know all the….” Making vague hand gestures you tried to explain your point. “....when the girls come and…”

“Sex?” Jeonghan raised an eyebrow, half laughing. “What are you, a prude? You can’t say the word sex?” 

Shifting uneasily you looked away from him, mumbling. “I just don't think everything has to be said….”

Jeonghan didn't say anything to that, continuing to look at you just a little amused as you stood between his manspread, holding his jaw and tilting his head up. When his eyes met yours, a strange something flashing behind them, every cell in your body feeling hyperalert. Gulping you slowly ran the blades along his cheek, your own cheeks heating up under his gaze, one that never left your face. 

When you did a half turn to grab a towel, feet stumbling in the process, Jeonghan’s hands flew to grab your hips, stabilizing you. He didn't let go even after you had found your footing. He didn't let go even after you finished the task at hand. 

“I'm done…” You mumbled, taking a step back and his grip on you finally loosened. Just for a second though, before he suddenly held your hand and stood up, face inches away from yours, eyes still on you the same way. 

“What’s your deal princess?” 

You gulped, looking away confused when he bent down, to your eye level, looking curious.

“You can't even bring yourself to say ‘sex’ but….” He ran his thumb across your lower lip, rubbing away a speck of foam that somehow seemed to have gotten there. “The way you look at me, there's something a lot darker behind those eyes. Which is the real you?” 

You had no idea. 

You really really had no idea.

Which is the real you?

Staring at the ceiling you pondered over Jeonghan’s question. 

Was it the you who was thoroughly scandalized by the things Jeonghan kept saying and doing? Or the you who was lying on the couch wide awake at nearly 1am, trying to pretend like you weren’t listening to the same man absolutely ruin someone in your bed. You told yourself it wasn’t that you liked it, you were simply curious. As for why you had kept your legs pressed together, you had no answer, you most definitely were not turned on, no. 

But strangely the discomfort between your legs only got worse, like a dull, desperate ache. Hesitating, you slipped your hand under the waistband of your underwear, fingers slowly inching downward, terrified of what you would discover. Your digits slid easily, given the fact that you were soaked, eyes shutting tight in embarrassment. This was so wrong and so inappropriate on so many levels….. quickly getting yourself together you rushed over to the bathroom, washing up, throwing cold water on your face to get you back into your senses. Getting it together and patting your face dry with your towel, you walked out, stepping into complete silence. 

Frowning, you turned to the clock -  usually, Jeonghan went on for hours together, giving you some peace of mind only around 3am in the morning - could they have been done already? Confused, you slowly moved towards the room door, pushing it softly, expecting to find Jeonghan fast asleep. Instead, you’re met with the sight of a woman on all fours, her head pressed into the mattress, muffling her sounds as Jeonghan railed her from behind, his hips snapping against hers at a ridiculous pace. 

Now either you should have run away from there, or screamed and then run away from there but you did neither - instead you simply froze, eyes wide and unblinking, unable to move any part of your body. It became a whole lot worse when Jeonghan, whose face was contorted with focus, suddenly lifted his head, his vision finding you by the door. The only good thing that came from this was that somehow, you found your footing again, stumbling back, loudly shutting the door. Not knowing what else to do, you grabbed your jacket from the coat rack and quickly ran out of the house, ignoring the heavy pitter patter of the rain. Thank god the boys are still sitting at the restaurant, gathered around a table, laughing away. You walked in, ready to cry out of embarrassment and dissolve in your embarrassment. 

“Okay, let’s calm down a little.” Seokmin reached for your glass, prying it out of your hands slowly, earning a glare from you. 

“I need it. I need to drown in my sorrows.” You looked over your shoulder at the lady who was sitting at the table alone, hiccuping at her fourth bottle of beer. “Like her.” 

“What’s the deal with that woman?” Seungkwan muttered looking over. “She’s been here for hours.” 

“Something about her crush being kissed by his best friend.” Soonyoung shrugged. “Apparently the other girl dared her to watch.” 

“Ouch.” You grimaced, thoroughly impressed. “God I wish I could be like that.” 

“You are like that.” Seungkwan pointed at all the bottles of soju in front of you. 

“Not her, the other one.” You clicked your tongue, not hearing the restaurant door opening behind you. “I wish I was daring like that. Gutsy enough to put people in their place, to say what’s on my mind, to tell Yoon Jeonghan to stop fucking other people in my bed-” 

“Would you rather I fuck you?” 

You turned quickly, a chill running down your spine as you found Jeonghan right behind, bent over to whisper into your ear. All three boys before you looked with their jaws hung. Turning away from him, unable to meet his eyes, you mumbled something even you didn’t understand. 

Jeonghan smiled. “Doesn’t sound like a no.” 

“I could barely recognise you.” Seokmin looked at the man before him in awe, glancing over his not so new hairdo. “Black hair looks good on you.” 

“I know.” Jeonghan agreed like it was a matter of fact before turning to you again. “The rain just stopped but looks like it might start again anytime soon, you should come home.” 

You shook your head slowly.

“I’m amazed you know how to refuse.” Jeonghan chuckled. “But now’s not the time to; come home.” 

“No.” You stood up, facing him. “I don’t want to go to your home.” 

“Not mine, yours.” 

“Oh yeah.” You looked at him spacey as Jeonghan tried to stop himself from laughing. “That’s my house. My room. My bed. What the hell are you doing there?” 

“A new woman everyday apparently.” Soonyoung muttered, purposely looking away from Jeonghan. 

“What kind of person does that?” You poked his chest, slurring. “A-and the way you talk to them? Who says things like that?” 

“Okay, we can discuss this at home. It’s 3am, get up-” 

“It’s 3???” Seungkwan quickly turned at the clock on the wall. “Fuck, fuck, fuck we have to close up.” 

The boys quickly got to their feet, one gathering the trash, the other stacking the dishes and the other ushering the only other person in the store to leave since the place was closed. She got up, walking towards the entrance, wantonly tripping on her own feet and holding onto Jeonghan. Something in you wanted to smack her right across the head. 

“Hi,” She fluttered her eyelashes at him. “I’m Yuri.” 

“Hi,” Jeonghan pulled his arm from her grip. “I’m not interested.” He turned to you, blatantly ignoring the other girl’s existence. “Let’s go.” 

You watched as the poor woman, looking close to tears, stormed out as you swayed and muttered. “I can’t. I can barely stand, forget walking.” 

“Get on my back.” Jeonghan offered, making you laugh. 

“Have you seen yourself?” You threw your jacket over your shoulders. “If you carry me, you’ll break. Like literally snap in half.” 

“Huh.” Jeonghan inched closer to you, tucking his hands in his pocket. “There’s so much to teach you princess. Lesson number one, size does not matter.” 

Yet again, you found yourself burning under his gaze, words lost in your mouth which was opening and closing like a fish. Sighing, Jeonghan swooped down faster than you could register his movement, grabbing you by the knees, throwing you over his shoulder. Shrieking, you protested, trying to get him to put you down but he simply ignored you, walking away as your friends watched, thoroughly shocked. 

Within minutes he had you in your house, putting you down in your bathroom, letting you sit on the edge of the bathtub as he grabbed your towel. Standing before you, he tilted your head up, softly rubbing the towel into your hair, drying it. You tried to avoid his eye, looking everywhere but him and that small amused smile on his face, only looking at him when he finally spoke. 

“What’s your name?” 

You scoffed. “You lived in my house for 5 days, ate my food, slept in my bed, and you don’t know my name?” 

“I didn’t think it was necessary.” 

“Why is it necessary now?” 

He smiled. “If you want me to fuck you, I need to know your name princess.” 

“God.” You pulled away from him. “I didn’t say I want you to… to…” 

“There we go again.” He sighed. “The celestial prude returns.” 

“I’m not a prude, don’t call me that.” You pointed an accusatory finger at him. “I’ll have you know I have….” You cleared your throat, the volume of your voice considerably lowering. “I have slept with a man before. More than once. In fact, I have also slept with two men at the same time.” 

Jeonghan raised his eyebrow like he didn’t believe it. 

“Okay fine, one of them was just watching…...” You rolled your eyes. “But there were two, my boyfriend - ex-boyfriend - and his friend….” 

“Did you agree to that?” 

Somehow Jeonghan’s voice was a lot harder now, catching you off guard. 

“Huh?” 

“I asked you if you agreed for your boyfriend’s friend to watch?” 

“I….” You stuttered, looking around. “I didn’t say no.” 

“Princess, you never say no.” Jeonghan crouched before you, looking serious. “But that doesn’t mean it's a yes.” 

You stared at him unsure what to say. That was a night you never ever thought about again - you always thought it was maybe because you were embarrassed but perhaps…..a part of you was trying to forget it ever happened. 

“You asked me who says the kind of things I do in bed, right? I say them because the women I’m with want me to, they enjoy it. But what you just told me,” Jeonghan shook his head. “Did you want that?” 

“I…I don’t know.” You confess. You didn’t ever question yourself like Jeonghan was. “He didn’t ask and I didn’t think about saying no-” 

“You can always say no.” Jeonghan insisted, holding your hands. “If you don’t want something, you should say no. The same way, if you want something, you should ask for it, unashamed.” 

“Then I… I want you..…” You whispered, unsure whether you should say it, not noticing the way Jeonghan's eyes darkened instantly. Taking a deep breath, you continued. “I want you…. to stop sleeping in my bed. I want you to stop wearing the clothes I design. I want you to stop making me cook for you-”

“Okay wow we’re spiraling-”

“I want you to stop making me clean after you, to stop treating me like your personal assistant, I mean what kind of man doesn’t know how to shave-” 

“The kind who’s always had people to do these things for him so he doesn’t really know how to do anything.” He muttered, sighing. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think of it too much, I should’ve been more mindful of how I was being…. but now that you told me-” He got up. “-I won’t bother you, and on the off chance that I do, and you wish for me to leave, I will do so immediately, I promise.” 

You nodded slowly, both amazed that you managed to get all of that off your chest and that he took it all really well. He continued to look at you like you were both fascinating and funny. 

“What?” 

“You still haven’t told me your name by the way.” 

Half laughing you did and he repeated it, your name rolling off his tongue in a way that made something in your stomach flip. 

“I’m going to grab whatever clothes of yours I can find.” He walked up to the door, turning to you. “Please change, you’ll fall sick if you sleep in wet clothes.” 

With that he left, and that was the last thing you remembered. 

Day 6 of 10 

Today you woke up in the bathtub. 

The twisted form that you slept in obviously resulted in stiff joints and pains all over but it was falling asleep in drenched clothes that caused the continuous sneezing that followed. Dragging yourself out of the bathroom, you slowly walked into your house, meeting a strange silence - Jeonghan wasn’t in the bedroom or anywhere to be seen. Feeling too weak to even wonder where he was, you dragged yourself to the couch, sinking into it, eyes fluttering shut. No more than five minutes later, you were awakened by the feeling of a cold hand on your forehead, making you jump at the suddenness. Jeonghan peered at you shaking his head. 

“Great, you’ve got a fever.” He clicked his tongue. “I was gone for two minutes to grab your clothes and you curled up and fell asleep in the tub.” 

“Should’ve woken me up.” 

“Believe me, I tried but you wouldn’t even budge and it wasn’t like I could just carry you out of there.” He turned away muttering as you raised your eyebrows in faux surprise. “Okay, just carrying you once almost broke my back, so yeah, I admit it, I’m weak.” 

You burst out laughing, doubling over into a coughing fit as Jeonghan handed you a bottle of water, smiling almost fondly. 

“What do you want to eat for lunch?” 

“You’re going to make lunch?” 

“Don’t get used to it, only cause you’re sick.” 

You pondered, leaning back into the pillows. “Something hot and with soup would be great actually.” 

“Can you shower and change out of those clothes in the meantime?” 

You whined, shaking your head, body drained of all its energy. 

“Come on.” Jeonghan pulled you up from the couch, struggling as he did. “Wash up.” 

Stumbling to the bathroom, you did, albeit much slower than usual but a hot shower made all the difference in the world. You didn’t want to leave the warmth and maybe you wouldn’t have if the landline wasn’t constantly ringing. Groaning you wrapped a towel around you, dragging yourself to the phone, picking it up. 

“Where the hell is your phone?” Seungkwan scolded you from the other side. “Why won’t you pick up?” 

“On silent somewhere I guess.” You mumbled, looking around. “What’s wrong?” 

“Just wanted to check if you were okay-”

“I’m okay.” 

“-and also wanted to tell you that your dream shop space? It’s up for lease.” 

You immediately straightened out, tiredness suddenly vanishing. “You mean the one down two streets? The one I've been waiting to get my hands on for months?” 

“Yes and yes and the price they’ve quoted is actually manageable.” Seungkwan sounded excited. “If us boys add a few thousand each to your 25K, I think you can actually afford it.” 

Your face softened. “You… you guys would do that for me?” 

“Of course, you’re our best friend Y/n, that’s the least we can do.” Twisting the cord of your phone, you glanced at it fondly. “Besides, you're the one who Jeonghan is living with, it's only fair….”

As though on cue, Jeonghan walked in, hands filled with bags, shooting you a surprised look. You looked back at him, both happy and conflicted. While you had been trying to get rid of Jeonghan behind your friend’s backs, they were so willing to go above and beyond for you. And the Jeonghan you so desperately were trying to paint as the big pain in your life, was here, offering to cook and look after you - did that mean you were the terrible one here? 

As Seungkwan hung up citing he had to go, Jeonghan walked up to you, looking worried. 

“All good?” 

“Yeah I just…. My dream might come true and I don’t know how to react.” 

He leaned closer, whispering into your ear. “Dream come true? I don't recall actually agreeing to fuck you…”

He looked at your towel clad body up and down, making you gulp and quickly walk away, gripping the material tight, him laughing behind you. 

When you returned in a fresh pair of pajamas to a Jeonghan who was busy bustling away in the kitchen, singing a song softly, he asked what dream you were talking about. 

“There's this space I've wanted to own for a long time now.” You sat down at the breakfast bar, head perched on interlocked hands. “It's up for lease and I might have the money to finally own it.”

“Congratulations princess.” Jeonghan looked up from his busy stirring, shooting you a smile. “That sounds great.” 

You nodded, continuing to feel all too happy. “I still can't believe it, I think I might pass out.” 

“Yes you might after eating this too.” He looked at you frazzled, “I might have added too much spice.”

“Is it that bad….”

You trailed away when he held out a blob of the marinade on his finger, hand extended towards you. Hesitating, you leaned closer, taking his finger in your mouth, lips wrapping around his digit and pulled off with a pop. Your eyes didn't leave him the whole time, neither did his.  

Clearing your throat, you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand.

“It's fine actually, I can take it.” 

Jeonghan didn’t reply to that, simply turning back to his work silently, following your advice. In the remaining 2 hours he spent cooking and flipping through the cookbook pages, he didn’t talk or so much as look at you. Even when the two of you were eating and you complimented his food, he just gave a short nod. It was only when everything was done and he cleared the table that he finally spoke, telling you to rest for a bit. You told him you were behind a lot of projects and orders and had to work, and that’s when he turned to you exasperated, 

“You’re sick, you can take a day off.” 

“There's nothing else to do anyway.” You mumbled. “And I don’t want to sleep again, I just woke up.” 

Jeonghan hummed, putting away the dishes before turning to you. “Wanna build something?” 

You watched confused as he unpacked the remaining bags he brought home earlier, pulling out boxes of legos. 

“I wanna make a nice little space for Doljjong.” 

“Who?” You looked around, almost terrified. “Please don’t tell me you brought home a cat-” 

He pulled out a rock from his pocket, looking all too pleased. “Doljjong, my new pet.” 

“That’s a rock.” 

“And?” He looked at it, stroking the soft surface. “I found it while playing football yesterday. Even the kids agreed it was perfect.” 

You burst out laughing at his silliness as he continued to insist how it was the perfect pet and how he had found the perfect lego sets to build it the perfect small home. 

That’s how most of the remaining day went - the two of you building the Doljjong’s new residence. Actually, it was mostly Jeonghan at work, insisting that you were sick and slow and should just watch him. So that’s what you did, leaning against the couch, sipping on the hot tea he made you, munching on the snacks he bought, watching him giggle away, making his creation. 

As the sun began to set outside, you looked at him in the soft golden light, at how simple and ordinary he looked. Maybe you could bear him for another 4 days, maybe you didn’t have to feel so terrified around him. Or perhaps you should feel more scared now that you were comfortable around him…. 

Even as you sat next to him snuggling on your couch with afternoon’s leftovers warmed up for dinner, you could only think about how you kinda wished he was here for longer, which was kind of insane - just a day ago you were desperate to have him out of here but now? Now you had to admit to yourself that the only reason left on the long list of ‘Why Jeonghan Must Go’ was the way he made you feel, even when he was just sitting across you, eating and watching tv. God this was embarrassing….

When you finally put your thoughts behind you, getting ready to sleep in your usual place, Jeonghan offered that you take the bed but you refused, mumbling something about not washing the sheets. Laughing, Jeonghan sat back on his end of the couch, settling with a jacket wrapped around him. 

“You're gonna be here all night?” You looked at him surprised. 

“Yeah.” He shut his eyes, leaning back. “Just in case you need anything.”

“Why?” You glanced at him. “I mean everything today, why did you….” 

“I know what it's like to not have anyone care when you're sick.” Sighing, he turned to look at you. “I've always had a whole bunch of people at my beck and call but they always worked for me like it was their job, because I was their boss. It never really felt like any of them cared and sometimes, that hurt. But I've come to terms with that, that's just what it's like in this job.” 

“Why….” You hesitated but decided to take a shot anyway. “Why did you choose this profession then? I mean, what compelled you…” 

“Compelled?” Jeonghan chuckled, looking away and shutting his eyes again. “If you're looking for a good-boy-forced-by-circumstances-to-go-bad kinda story I'm afraid I'm not the one for it, princess.” 

“If it wasn't a compulsion, was it your choice….” 

“I've never really been afraid to ask and get what I want.” He smiled. “Somewhere in that process this is who I became.”

“Is it that easy to just…. go for what you want?”

“It usually is when you don't care about the consequences that may follow so yeah, it has been easy for me.” He paused, like he was mulling over something. “So far.”

Before you could ask him what he meant by that, he leaned over, tucking you properly under the sheets. 

“Enough questions for today. You need rest.” He snuggled further on his end, a small smile dancing on his lips. “Goodnight Y/n.” 

“Goodnight…..Jeonghan.” 

Day 7 of 10

Of all the ways you had imagined, one would think you'd wake up to Jeonghan, this was not one of them. 

He was still fast asleep seated on his end of the couch, head leaned back, mouth slightly askew, his breathing soft and deep. Only noticeable thing was his hand on your thigh like a comforting weight - you vaguely remembered him gently patting you as you broke into a coughing fit in the middle of the night. Dragging yourself to sit up, you continued to stare at him, taking in all the beautiful features - he looked just like he did the day you first saw him. Maybe you would've given in to the temptation and run your finger across the delicate angles of his face if the landline didn't ring so loudly, both pulling you back and waking him up. 

Muttering an apology you quickly picked up the call, only to be met by the even louder voice of your mother. 

“You're sick!?”

“Hi mom, yeah, I was sick.” You mumbled frowning. “….how did you know?” 

“Why didn't you tell me? I would've come, brought you some sides, made you something to eat-” 

“Please stop screaming.” You groaned. “I can hear you just fine.” 

“Don't tell me what to do young woman. How can I not scream when I find out my sick daughter is being taken care of by a boyfriend whose existence I'm not even aware of.” 

You immediately sat up. “W-what?” 

“Yeah, imagine my surprise when Minguk's grandmother told me you weren't well but I wasn't to worry because your ‘very caring boyfriend’ is looking after you well.” 

You looked at Jeonghan who seemed to be able to hear everything given the volume your mother was talking in. 

“Mom I can explain-” 

“Save it. I'm coming home.” 

“Mom-” 

And with that she cut the call, sending your heartbeat racing.

“Fuck fuck fuck-” 

“Calm down princess.” 

“You calm down!” You snapped back stupidly, running your hands through your hair. “I'm sorry, it's just, my mom is…. a hawk. She's going to figure things out-”

“You think she’ll call the cops on me?” 

“No, no that. She hates watching the news, I'm sure she has no idea who you are but she’s definitely going to know we-” you pointed between the two of you. “-aren't a thing.”

“Hey I made your supermart boy believe it.” Jeonghan shrugged, leaning back. “And every old woman in a 2km radius.” 

“Yeah well my mother isn't one of those women. She's hella observant and nosy and most importantly, she knows me. She knows I wouldn't be with someone like you.” 

“Wow,” Jeonghan let out a low whistle. “This is starting to become offensive, princess.”

“No…” You turned to him. “No no no. What I mean is, you're not exactly the gentle, sweet boyfriend kind right? I mean… you know what I mean right?” 

Jeonghan smiled at you like he was enjoying this. “No, I don't.” 

“You do.” You muttered, knowing well that he was pushing you into a spot. “The way you’re with women, it isn’t how boyfriends are really, or at least how my mum would expect my boyfriend to be.” 

“It’s not like I’m going to talk dirty to you in front of her.” 

Feeling the heat in your cheeks rise, you looked away. “No I mean… you just seem so much more….bad boy kinds and I’ve never been the kind to date someone like you, someone who’s not-” 

“A prince wearing a shining armor on a white horse who comes to save the day?” 

Yes exactly that, as evident by the many drawings in your childhood journal but Jeonghan did not need to know that. 

“-someone who’s not very gentlemanly?” 

“So what do you want me to do? Bow to your mother, kiss her hand, ask for your hand in marriage-” 

“I said gentle, not archaic.” You rolled your eyes.

“Do you really want that though?” He turned to you, head cocked in question. “A man who is gentle?”

You tried to avoid his gaze knowing he would read your answer to that like an open book.

“Of course. I'm….I'm a suburban girl with a boring, uneventful life. I…obviously want someone who's soft and sweet and-”

“Show me.” 

You turned to him so fast and so wide eyed, you were sure a vessel had burst somewhere. 

“Show me how you want to be loved.” 

Stuttering and at an absolute loss of words, you continued staring at him stupidly. Chuckling softly, like always, Jeonghan leaned close. 

“If we need to convince your mother, then you're going to have to teach me what you like, princess.” 

Gulping you blinked at him, eyes flickering to his lips. He watched you with raised eyebrows as you hesitatingly mirrored his lean, closing the space between the two of you and gently pressed your mouth onto his. 

Uncharacteristically, Jeonghan froze. 

His sudden stiffness instantly brought you back to your senses, making you pull away, ready to apologise and banish yourself into your room forever but before a word could leave your mouth, Jeonghan quickly captured it again, sighing into the kiss, lips moving unnaturally soft. 

“Well,” He muttered as he drew back and your eyes met his. “When I said show me, I meant show me what you wanted me to do to convince your mother about us? I didn’t think this was a part of that-” 

“Good god.” You groaned, burying your face in your hands and yourself in the couch. What the hell did you just do?

“Hey.” Chuckling, Jeonghan pulled your hands away, looking at you keenly. “Be honest with me though, is this really how you like it?” 

For some reason, the question seemed rhetorical, like he knew the answer already. Not entirely honest, you nodded slowly. 

“Huh.” He leaned closer, like he was challenging your answer. “Do you want to know how I like it?” 

“Yes.” 

You’re not really sure how or why that word left your mouth so quickly but clearly, Jeonghan didn’t care. Before you knew it, he ran his hand up your thigh, pulling you onto his lap with an ease you did not expect from him. 

“Are you sure?” He whispered, tucking your hair behind your ear with one hand, gripping your waist with the other. “You don’t-” 

“Please.” You whispered back and that was all it took for him to hold your face and pull you down onto his mouth, lips ravenous against yours. As your hands fisted the material of his shirt, his slipped in your hair, gripping it in a way that surprisingly didn’t hurt. Rather it felt good, like you wanted him to guide you the way he wanted, the way he liked, in any way he needed you to submit to him. As his hand ran down your back, his tongue slipped into your mouth, tasting like a mistake, a scandal and a terrible decision but somehow you couldn’t stop. Even when he pulled back to breathe, you descended upon him immediately, oxygen be damned because for the first time in forever, something in you was truly alive. Smirking against your lips Jeonghan grabbed your ass, rocking you against him, the outline of his hard length evident under you. You moaned very audibly when he broke away, placing a line of kisses down your neck while your hands, out of their own will, began unbuttoning your shirt.

“Fuck princess, I knew you had a wild side.” He muttered against your skin, tongue running along the bruise he had made. 

You had no idea. You had no idea an animal as hungry as this was inside you - the dull feeling that you had been getting between your legs all these days was turning into a terribly unbearable ache. You could not ignore it anymore. 

“I need you-” You gasped, not expecting his mouth on the swell of your breasts. “I need your help, please Jeong-” 

And perhaps he would’ve helped if not for the sound of the lock turning. 

Your mother stood outside, balancing the bags in her hand, struggling to open the door with her spare set of keys. When she had managed to unlock the door and swing it open, she was met with the sight of her child and her apparent boyfriend sitting side by side expectantly. She however did not notice the mismatched buttoning of your shirt, or Jeonghan’s red, flushed expression or your hand awkwardly covering something on your neck. 

“Mom, you’re here, what a surprise.” Smiling wide and fake, you walked up to the woman setting her bags down on the kitchen counter, frowning at you. 

“I called to let you know I was coming like half an hour ago.” 

“Right.” You mumbled as Jeonghan joined, standing beside you. Getting a hold of yourself, you moved to stand next to your mother putting some much needed distance between you and the man you were practically dying to jump. “This is uh, Jeonghan. He’s… he’s actually…” 

“The boyfriend.” Jeonghan and your mother answered at the same time, taking each other aback. 

“Well, well.” Your mother looked at him up and down in scrutiny before breaking into a smile. “Something tells me you and I are going to get along great, Jeonghan. I want to hear all about how the two of you met.” 

If there is anything you’ve learnt about Jeonghan today, it was that he was an excellent storyteller. Honestly, you wouldn’t have been surprised if he was one of those people who wrote fanfictions on the internet as a hobby because wow did he have the talent for it. 

As you were putting away all the things your mother bought you and he told her the apparent story of how the two of you met, you too listened in awe, stopping your work and staring at him amazed. Your mother kept laughing, asking why you were behaving like you were listening to this story for the first time when you actually lived it. Laughing weakly you continued to listen, trying to look less awestruck.

You’re not quite sure how Jeonghan learned the idea of romance within minutes because strangely, the story he made up was nothing short of a fairytale, one that had absolutely convinced your mother. 

“Oh Hannie.” She cooed, rubbing his arm. “I’m so glad my baby found you. There could not have been anyone more perfect.” 

As she looked at you fondly over her shoulder, Jeonghan shot you a triumphant smirk. You returned their looks with a hard smile of your own. 

The rest of the day went pretty the same way - Your mother busied herself with making you some soup and dishes for lunch while Jeonghan stood nearby, entertaining her with his words and stories. Neither of them seemed to notice how you were doing. For one, you were feeling extremely hot - it was a cool day yet you were sweating like crazy, your cheeks were hot, and just the fabric of your clothes touching your skin felt weirdly uncomfortable. You were also strangely jumpy - everytime Jeonghan so much as passed by you or his hand accidentally brushed any part of your skin, you would react like you were touched by a few hundred volts of electricity. The worst thing of them all was having to sit next to him during lunch - sure it was easier when you didn’t have to look at him eye to eye but the soft kisses on your cheek and forehead??? The wiping of food on the edge of your mouth??? The constant brushing of your hair away from your face?? It was all getting a little too unbearable. 

And it didn’t help that you were already incredibly wet from your little escapade earlier, your panties sticking to you uncomfortable throughout all of this, only getting wetter if that were even possible.

Jeonghan seemed to have finally noticed your situation way too late in the day. 

After lunch your mom took over the entertainment, showing Jeonghan pictures of you as a kid, telling him all your embarrassing stories. Soon, the sun set outside and usually, your mother, who liked to leave before it was too dark, insisted she wanted to have dinner with her daughter’s boyfriend. That was how the three of you found yourself in your usual bbq place with Seokmin, Seungkwan and Soonyoung, all looking at you, wide eyed. 

Perhaps it was the many hours that she spent with Jeonghan today or watching him interact with your three best friends so casually or looking at him play with the cats in the neighborhood, by the time your tipsy mother made it back to your apartment, she could not stop gushing about how Jeonghan was the best thing that ever happened to you. The praises only stopped when she finally resorted to the bathroom for a long, hot shower, leaving you standing and looking out of the balcony, finally alone, finally at peace. 

That didn’t last for long as Jeonghan stood beside you, trying to figure out what you were so intently staring at. 

“Gotta give it to you.” You scoffed. “I was worried my mom would doubt us but you’re a natural.” 

“It helped that it was you.” 

Confused, you turned to him. 

“I mean, the little demonstration of what you pretend to like and what you really like kinda helped.” He smirked.

Knowing he was trying to put you on the spot again, you looked away, “You think you know everything….” 

“I do. You think I haven’t noticed that you’ve been incredibly turned on since our little make out session?” You froze, unable to take your eyes off the empty street. “I could smell the arousal on you all day princess and quite frankly, it’s been driving me crazy.” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You mumbled, trying to leave only to be pulled back as Jeonghan trapped you between him and the railing before you. 

His fingers ran down your arm slowly, “Are you telling me if I were to slip my hand between your legs, I won’t find you soaking wet?” 

“Jeonghan please.” You whispered. “Y-you can’t say such things-” 

“You could admit it….or I could check for myself.” 

It was like the words were stuck in your throat, the shame not letting you say anything. To begin with it was already embarrassing enough to come to terms with the fact that you were immensely attracted to this man, you have been since you laid eyes on him, but to admit that he had you desperate for him all day and wanted him in any and all ways possible? That was entirely a whole other level of mortification. 

Jeonghan let out a breath, muttering in your ear. “I can’t help you if you won’t ask me to.” 

You gulped. “So begging really gets you off huh?” 

“Yes, but you don’t need to.” He smiled, his fingers running across the elastic of your bottoms. “You just need to say the word. Say you want this. Say you want me.”

When you didn’t respond to him despite a whole minute passing by, he let out a deep breath, stepping back with an understanding nod. Given how just that minimal distance between the two of you made your stomach drop, you finally cracked, holding him by the hand, pulling him back to press against your back. Holding your breath you dragged his hand, guiding it once again along the elastic of your pants. 

You couldn’t see but Jeonghan looked at you concerned. “Here?” 

“If you don’t touch me right now I might just cry.” You muttered, thankful you couldn’t see what you assumed would be a triumphant expression, pushing his hand further down, past the hem of your underwear. “Please Jeonghan.” 

Two very long and frustrating heartbeats later, he finally angled his hand, moving further down.

“Fuck.” He groaned as his digits met the slick between your folds. “Were you this soaked all day?” 

You nodded, whispering. “Been aching…...” 

“Trust me, not more than I have.” He moved closer to you, pressing against your back, his erection confirming his words. The thought of potentially feeling that inside you made your mouth practically water, as you pressed your legs closer, squeezing his hand in between them. 

Jeonghan’s finger grazed over your clit, making you keen and hold onto the railing for dear life. 

“Please.” That was all you could say with the way his fingers were teasing your entrance. “Please, please, please-” 

Jeonghan covered your mouth with his free hand, pulling you back against his chest, whispering gruffly. “Save the begging for next time princess.” 

Next time? 

You gulped, body taut with anticipation, mind still reeling over his words as Jeonghan finally pushed in not one but two fingers at the same time, his thumb grazing over your clit simultaneously, your hand reflexively gripping his wrist. Maybe because you’ve been silently thirsting over this man for almost a week now, or because you have been inexplicably horny all day, or because you just realised that the two of you were quite literally doing this out in the open where anyone could catch you in the act but the moment Jeonghan’s fingers pushed all the way in and he pressed on your clit, your walls clamped around his digits, back arching against him, your moan held back by his hand against your mouth. As your orgasm washed over you in waves, you panted against him, trying to catch your breath, the stars in the night sky suddenly swarming in front of your eyes. 

“Did…” For the first time ever, Jeonghan stuttered, like he was confused. “Did you just cum?” 

Your arousal dripped down his fingers, giving him his answer. 

“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” He groaned. “or felt, rather.” 

As the pleasurable feeling began to ebb and the embarrassment took over, you tried to pry yourself away from his grip only for him to hold you more firmly, further pushing his fingers in. Overstimulated, your protests came out muffled against his hand, as you unwittingly clamped around him again. 

“Don’t.” He warned, head dipping to the crook of your neck, sighing. “God, you’d feel like heaven around me.” You smiled slightly at his words, just a little proud, making him chuckle. “You like the thought of that, don’t you?” 

Given your new found bravado, you slowly nodded and Jeonghan pulled himself back with resolve. “It’s not very gentlemanly to fuck a woman after making her come just once.” Finally taking his hand off your mouth and sadly also pulling his fingers out you, he turned you around swiftly, pushing you up against the wall behind him. “Give me another one.” He muttered against your ear. 

Although the post orgasm haze and more importantly, the post horny haze was receding and you were suddenly hyper aware that you were out in the open, Jeonghan’s deep voice, as he peppered kisses along your shoulder, “Come on, be good for me.”, made your decision.

 Oh you could be so good for him. 

Threading your fingers in his hair, you pressed yourself up against him, nodding almost too eagerly. Smiling against your skin, Jeonghan slipped his hand between your bodies, sliding his fingers past all the layers of cloth keeping you away from him. You sighed like you were drowning in ecstasy as his fingers found your hole again, wasting no time to push his fingers in, curling almost instantly. When you gasped at the feeling of him grazing that spot, Jeonghan covered your mouth with his free hand once again, pressing you against the wall. 

“Not here.” He warned but his actions seemed to be trying to do the exact opposite, fingers pumping in and out of you fast, your eyes almost rolling back in pleasure. “After this we are going inside and you’re gonna choose where you want to get railed and there, you can scream all you want.” 

You whined, both at the idea of him taking you on nearly every surface of your house and feeling everything inside you tighten once again. Jeonghan’s thumb began circling on your clit once again, making you squirm, knees almost buckling as you gripped his arm hard to steady yourself.

You could hear the sound of a plane flying high above, the beeping of a reversing car from somewhere below, the chatter from your neighbour’s television - somehow all of it exhilarated you. The thought of getting caught with Jeonghan knuckles deep inside you was weirdly, insanely hot…. until you heard the next sound - the bathroom door opening. 

Quickly pulling Jeonghan’s hand from your mouth and pushing him back much to his surprise, you harshly whispered. “My mom!” 

Jeonghan immediately pulled his hand away, giving you just enough time to adjust your pants and smoothen the crinkles on your clothes before your mother walked into the balcony looking for the two of you. 

Yet again, you were both smiling at her, abnormally and unnaturally wide. She frowned but overlooked it, announcing her decision instead. “I’ll need an extra pillow for my back, I’m staying the night.” 

You and Jeonghan exchanged looks at the unexpected news as the older woman narrowed her eyes at the two of you. “Is there a problem?” 

“No….” You tore your eyes away from Jeonghan. “I was just trying to remember where the extra bedding is….” 

“It’s at the bottom of your closet.” Jeonghan muttered. “I’ll grab it.” 

He walked out of there quickly, not meeting your mother’s eyes as she leaned against the railing, looking out, saying something about how it was going to rain like crazy tonight. 

You watched Jeonghan disappear into the house and were about to turn your attention to your mother when he took a step back, catching your eye. As you raised your eyebrows in question, he slipped two of his fingers into his mouth, yeah the two that were inside you moments ago, pulling them out with a pop. Laughing at your mortified expression, he walked away, leaving you with your heartbeat ringing in your ears. 

Tonight was far from over. 

Day 8 of 10 

Much to your disappointment, nothing else happened last night. 

Excusing yourself from your mother, the first thing you did was to shower, hoping you’d feel somewhat less filthy after your escapade in the balcony. Surprisingly, more than feeling scandalized about the madness you had indulged in, you found yourself disappointed that you didn’t get the chance to cum on Jeonghan’s fingers again. Part of you wanted to finish off in the shower by yourself but you knew after Jeonghan, there was no way you could feel the same kind of high - it was him or nothing. 

By the time you had stepped out, Jeonghan had pillows and blankets piled up next to him on the couch and from the room, your mother called out to you. Shooting him a disappointed look which he returned, you retired to your room, sleeping next to her on your bed after a whole damn week. 

That was perhaps why you woke up when it was way past 11 in the morning, body well rested after so long. When you stretched, walking out of your room, you could hear Jeonghan and your mother talking over the sound of what you guessed was them making breakfast. 

“....that experience isolated my poor child.” You frowned hearing your mother’s voice. “After that she quit fashion school, moved away from everything she considered her world till that point-” 

“Mom!” Walking over quickly, you interrupted the conversation. “What are you doing?” 

“Making breakfast.” She shrugged as Jeonghan walked up to you, placing a soft kiss on your temple, rubbing your arm like he sensed you were angry. “And telling Han about that shithead Bohyun-” 

“Mom.” You spoke between gritted teeth. “There’s no need to talk about him early in the morning-” 

“It’s half past 11-” 

“Mom!” Looking at her exasperatedly, you crossed your arms. “Don’t you have to give grandma her medicines, what are you still doing here?” 

“Would you look at that Han?” She looked at Jeonghan, shaking her head. “She’s throwing her own mother out of the house.” 

“What? I’m not-” 

“The disrespect I tell you.” She continued, ignoring you. “When all I wish is the best for her. I told her. I told her back then not to date that boy. If she had listened to me things wouldn’t have been like this-” 

“Okay, that’s it, I’m done here.” Giving up, you turned away, heading to your studio and locked yourself in. You would now do what you always did everytime your dreaded ex came across your mind - throw yourself into your work and forget the rest of the world.

In a way, you had to thank your mother for reminding you about that man and consequently pushing you towards your work cause god were you way behind schedule. You knew you were falling behind but you didn’t know it was this bad until you noticed all your deadlines menacingly staring at you from your calendar. Without wasting time, you got back into the mechanical pursuit of your job, the way you usually did when you had a surmount of orders. You only ever stepped out twice, once for lunch and once for dinner, settling for the food your mother had made for you, scarfing it down within minutes before returning to your designs. 

It was only when your shoulders began to miserably ache way past your bedtime that you dragged yourself to the living and found Jeonghan sitting in front of the tv. Surprisingly, you had forgotten all about him in the last many hours, a strange guilt rising in your chest as you sat beside him. Jeonghan did not turn to you as you approached. 

“Are you…” You laughed at the screen. “Are you watching Princess and the Frog?” 

He nodded.

“As a child, I never understood this movie.” You leaned back into the couch. “I always thought the prince was supposed to save the princess. Instead he turned out to be a playboy and dragged her through his miserable fate too.” 

Jeonghan hummed in response. 

“I can’t remember the last time I watched this.” You fiddled with your hands, trying to make conversation. “Seungkwan hates this movie so he never lets us watch during movie nights too.” 

Jeonghan simply hummed again. 

Sighing, you turned to him. “Are you….angry or something?” 

“I’m not angry, just thinking.” 

“About what?” 

“The things your mother told me about you and your past.” Jeonghan let out a deep breath, contemplating for a bit before finally talking. “I don’t understand when people forget themselves in a relationship. It makes no sense to lose yourself in love.” 

“That’s because you’ve never been in love.” You watched the screen as the two animated frogs ran through the forest. “That’s just how it is.” 

“If that’s love then I don’t ever want to be in it.” 

“Yeah well that’s the part that sucks.” You scoffed. “You don’t really get to choose. Love just happens.” 

Jeonghan finally turned to you. “You read too many fairy tales, princess.” 

Smiling at the familiar nickname, you leaned back into the couch. “I did, as a child. I grew up in a world of fairy tales. That’s where I met Bohyun, my ex.” 

Now Jeonghan had all his attention on you. 

“We were re-enacting Sleeping Beauty for a school play - I was Aurora and he was Prince Philip. He was my first kiss, my first love, my first of many things to be honest. We lived in the same neighbourhood, went to the same schools, had the same friends… I even enrolled into fashion school because he wanted to study fashion and I wanted to be with him.” You sighed looking at Jeonghan’s expression. “Yeah I can tell you don’t like that. Honestly, that wasn’t the worst decision I made. I actually really grew to love fashion designing, I can’t imagine myself doing anything else. It’s all the stuff after that I failed to see. Rather, I did see it all but…. I guess I was too much of a coward to do anything about it.” 

Jeonghan waited quietly for you to continue. 

“It started with him disappearing for long hours, then it became days together. On some days he would give explanations and on some days he would in turn scold me for not trusting him? All this went on till the last semester of fashion school when as my mother would have told you, I….found him cheating on me.” 

Jeonghan looked like he expected that outcome. 

“The crazier thing was, I actually begged him to leave her and come back to me. It took a while but he eventually did and I thought everything was back to normal again but something had changed. I refused to see it but he became strangely controlling. He would want to have a say in who my friends were, he didn’t like me hanging out with people he didn't get along with, he became more demanding about….” You gulped, voice dropping a little. “...sex. It was like he knew how much I needed him, like….” 

“He knew you didn’t know how to say no.” Jeonghan completed for you, and you nodded. 

“But then he cheated again, and came back again and then cheated yet again and I took him back again and it just kept going on and on until…. one day he asked me for a lot of money, to help kick start his new business.” You sighed. “Do you remember that dream space I told you about? It was originally my grandmother’s old kimbap shop, one that she gifted me, so I could open my own boutique there one day. I uh sold it, to get him the money he wanted and….he used it to buy his other girlfriend a house.” 

Jeonghan’s jaw tightened like he was mad. 

“After that blow, I quit school and moved away from that neighbourhood to this place, my grandmother’s apartment. Everyone thought I was done with him and was trying to move on but…. I was honestly running away. Because I knew if he came back….”

“You still wouldn’t be able to say no.” 

You nodded. “I am pathetic, aren’t I?” 

“Yeah, a little.” Jeonghan scoffed. “I don’t understand love, and I’ve never been in it, but one would have to be a fool to not be in love with you.” 

You looked at Jeonghan, slightly taken aback. 

“The world is harsh and cold and selfish Y/n. No one thinks about anything beyond themselves. And there’s you, putting the person you love above everything. It’s both pathetic and noble.” Jeonghan turned off the movie as the credits began rolling. “But you cannot put your self respect on the line for assholes like him, you deserve much better than that.” 

“I know.” You sighed. “I wish I knew how to.” 

“By speaking your mind.” Jeonghan stated like it was obvious. “By refusing the things you don’t want. By asking for the things you do want. By talking about how you feel…. Not just when you’re drunk but also in all your senses.” 

Recalling that drunk night in the bathroom you laughed softly. He wasn’t wrong. Things between the two of you had changed drastically since that conversation. A strange gratitude swelled in your heart towards Jeonghan and how though he had been with you for barely a week, he had understood you better than anyone had. Turning him to you, you placed a soft kiss on his mouth, muttering a heartfelt “Thank you.” 

Jeonghan, though, rolled his eyes. “Y/n, I’m not even kidding, my grandmother kisses me like this.” 

You laughed as he reached for you, attempting to pull you into his lap yet again but you beat him to it, clambering in yourself, tucking your hair behind your ear. 

Jeonghan smiled at the sight of you above him. “Hey.” 

“Hi.” 

“Is there something you want?” 

“Yes.” You whispered, taking his face in your hands and kissing him again, this time, slipping your tongue in his mouth. Jeonghan’s lips curled into a smile as he pressed back, breaking free only to softly bite on your lower lip. Sighing dreamily, you rocked your hips against his, guided by his hands. You softly mumbled, holding back a moan. “We didn’t get to finish…. whatever we were doing last night.” 

“And what was that?” 

“.....you know what.” 

“Use your words princess,” His voice went low and gruff, sending a tingle across your groin. “You were far from shy with my fingers inside you.” 

“Don’t….” 

Jeonghan’s hands sneaked under your shirt, more than pleased to not find the hooks of a bra. “Bedroom.”

You shook your head slowly, muttering. “Too far.” 

Chuckling Jeonghan leaned back. “You want me to take you right here?” 

“You said I could choose next time….” 

“I also asked you to beg next time.” He whispered, tongue running over his lower lip, hands dragging you hips along his length. “So tell me you want me to fuck you with my fingers again.” 

“Please.” You gasped. “Just fuck me…  with anything.” 

“Anything…” He repeated amused, before pulling your shirt over your head. No sooner did the material leave you, his mouth descended on your boob, pulling you in, towards him. Threading your fingers in his hair you gripped it as a moan slipped out of you - never in your life had you ever been this obscene but something about doing it with Jeonghan felt like this was the big catharsis of your life, waiting to happen. 

With a swift movement he flipped you onto your back, laying you on the couch, hovering over you. Without wasting any time, you unbuttoned his shirt, fingers moving nimbly, thank god for fashion school. Jeonghan laughed as you attempted to push the fabric off his shoulders, holding your hands by the wrists, pinning it to your chest. 

“Eager aren't we?” He looked at you in a way that could only be described as mocking. “If only you were honest with me from the start we could have been doing this for so long.” 

“I'm sorry-” 

“Shhh.” Head raised, you watched him drag his mouth down your chest, inching closer to your abdomen. “I hate apologies. You either own it or fix it.” 

“How can I fix it?” 

“By telling me what you really want.” Pulling your shorts off your legs, he hovered right above where you were aching once again. 

“I…I don’t know.” Falling back onto the couch, you stared at the ceiling. “I really don't. I just know that I’ve been weirdly winded and uneasy for a long time and it feels like you’re the only one who can help- oh my god.” 

Your eyes widened as you raised yourself on your elbows to see Jeonghan right between your legs, his mouth pressed onto your panties right there. 

“Like this?” He grinned before peppering small kisses on the inside of your thigh. 

When words refused to leave your dried up throat, you nodded slowly, not looking at him. Leaving your hands Jeonghan hooked his fingers on the elastic of your underwear, “Up.” and pulled it down your raised legs. As it joined the rest of your clothes somewhere on the floor, suddenly you were hyper aware of the fact that you were completely bare while Jeonghan was still almost entirely clothed. Reflexively, your legs tried to squeeze shut, but Jeonghan’s hands stopped them, pulling them over his shoulders instead. 

“I wish you could see yourself from my eyes Y/n.” He looked at you, eyes darkened in desire. You probably looked like a flushed, panting mess, completely missing the admiration etched on Jeonghan’s face. 

Aware of Jeonghan and his ability to tease and especially his affinity for begging, you opened your mouth to do just the same but what left it was an unholy moan as Jeonghan descended upon you like he was ravenous. As though just his mouth on your clit wasn’t making you lose your mind, his digits too slipped in, pumping at slowly. He must’ve liked it when your fingers automatically threaded into his hair because his groan reverbated against your core making your back arch off the couch in pleasure. 

Oral was completely new territory - you had never gotten or given it, god knows why considering this was clearly the best thing that ever happened to you. As discussed yesterday, you let every sound leave your mouth freely, unbothered about the neighbours or people living around. Frankly it could be the end of the world and you wouldn’t care, not with what Jeonghan’s tongue was doing inside you. He too seemed to enjoy your audible reactions and the way it told him just how you liked it, his fingers and mouth taking turns to manhandle you. 

“Jeonghan fu-fuck, right there.” You nearly sobbed as his fingers found your sweet spot, the one that made your toes quite literally curl. 

“Don’t cum Y/n, I don’t want to be done just yet.” 

Well then he should have behaved like it because seconds after he said that you felt that tightening coil in you snap as you embarrassingly loudly, came on his tongue, riding it out against his mouth. Licking his lips Jeonghan pulled himself away from your legs, hovering above you once more, kissing you again. The taste of you in his mouth felt sinful but you let yourself be carried away by it as his hand ran up your thigh seductively before grabbing your more petite hand, placing it right where he was rock hard. As your mouth practically watered at how long and heavy he felt in your hands, Jeonghan buried his face in the crook of your neck, leaving little bite marks of red. 

“I thought gentlemen didn’t make a woman cum just once.” You muttered, gripping his erection the best you could in that angle and over his sweats. 

Jeonghan hissed, his voice dropping an octave. “I thought you didn’t want anything gentle?” 

“I….I don’t.” You confessed out loud for the first time. “Do whatever you want, I can take it.” 

Jeonghan raised his eyebrows both pleased and impressed as his fingers toyed with the slick dripping between your folds. Eyes shut tight, you waited to feel him ravage you once again instead, you were met with the sound of a loud knock on your door. 

Both Jeonghan and you looked at each other wondering if that was just imagination till another knock pulled you to your senses. 

“Please don’t tell me that’s your mother again.” Jeonghan quickly sat up, hands moving to button himself up. 

“I hope not.” You pushed him off you hurriedly, grabbed your clothes from the floor and quickly threw them on, smoothing out your hair. Jeonghan walked up to the door, waiting with his hand on the handle for you to look decent as you and your wobbly self tried to keep it together. The moment you pulled your shirt over your head and adjusted your shorts, Jeonghan opened the door and your heart dropped to your stomach. 

Standing at the entrance was a young woman dressed in an unbelievably tight black dress, her hair held up by a high ponytail as she blew her baby pink bubblegum. She looked up from her phone at you then at the door number as though she was confirming if she was in the right place. You knew exactly why she was here and for whom. 

Unable to comprehend how exactly to react in this situation, you grabbed your jacket from the stand and walked past Jeonghan, harshly pulling away from his attempt to hold you back. Not even glancing back, you disappeared into the night doing what you did best - running away. 

“Y/n.” 

When you opened your eyes you were met with the sight of Jeonghan’s face high above, upside down. 

“Oh my god.” You gasped slowly. “Your mouth is on your forehead and your eyes are on your chin.”

“And you’re clearly drunk. Again.” He walked around, lying down on the grass beside you. “Which means it's time for both stupidity and honesty.” 

You turned your head towards him. “Did you just call me stupid?” 

Jeonghan mirrored you. “I also called you honest.” 

“Hmm. Then I'll be honest. I don't want to talk to you.” 

“Do you want me to go then?” 

“No.” You sighed. “I don't want you to go… to her.” 

“She's gone. I sent her away the moment you left.”

“Why did it take you so long to come to me then?” You pouted as Jeonghan laughed. 

“I thought you'd be at the restaurant. I didn't expect to find you lying in the middle of the football field.” 

In all fairness, that was a valid point - you didn't want to face the boys right now so you purchased a few bottles of soju from the supermarket which were now lying empty around you. 

“Why did she come?”

“I didn’t call anyone today.” He sighed. “It’s just, the instruction was for a new one to come every night. They came the last two nights too, I sent them away, just like I did today.”

“Why?” 

“Because…. Because we,” Jeonghan cleared his throat. “I mean you and I-” 

“Why do you need a new girl every night?” 

“I'm not sure.” Jeonghan turned away, staring at the stars. “I guess I'm just…  looking for a human connection with someone.” 

“Like that?” You scoffed. “By sleeping with someone new everyday?” 

“I don’t know Y/n, I don't even know how what I’m searching for feels. Perhaps I’m just looking for someone who makes me feel….. Normal? Like I’m worthy of being cared for.” 

“Did you manage to find anyone…. who makes you feel like that?” 

Jeonghan turned to you with a small smile, eyes roaming over your features. “Yes but ironically, not by sleeping with them.” 

You hummed, pausing for a silent minute. 

“Did you never want to try and find that with me?” Eyes big and curious you turned to him. “Did you never want to sleep with me?” 

“I did. From the moment I laid my eyes on you.” Jeonghan recalled the first ever words he said to you. I love you. Maybe he didn't just say it out of relief. Maybe a part of him subconsciously knew this was it. You were it. “But you quite literally kept running away from me. Hell, you couldn't even say the word ‘sex'-”

“I want to have sex with you.” You sat up in a flash. “Jeonghan I really do want to have sex with you-” 

“You're drunk.” Jeonghan chuckled. “Sober you may not want the same thing-” 

“It does. Every me wants this. Jeonghan-” To his complete surprise, you climbed onto him, straddling him around the waist, palms planted on his chest. “-I'm serious. Didn't you say I was honest when I'm drunk?” 

“I also said you were stupid when drunk.” He tucked your hair behind your ear fondly. “It won’t be right to do anything now.” 

“Fine. I’ll be sober by the morning and ask you first thing when I wake up, do you promise to fuck me right here?” 

“Out here? Ok that’s a bit much even for me.” Jeonghan laughed. “You’re a lot wilder than I anticipated, princess.” 

“Ugh.” You groaned, lying down on his chest, eyes fluttering shut from the tiredness. “I think you bring out the worst in me.” 

“But somehow you bring out the best in me.” Jeonghan stroked your head softly. “I can't remember the last time I felt this free and happy. Strangely, I think I've grown to like this little domestic life with you. The cooking, the shopping, the grandmas, the kids, your mom…..does it all have to end in 2 days?” 

When he didn’t get a response, Jeonghan glanced down only to find you fast asleep, mouth slightly open. Laughing silently he wrapped his arms around you, holding you close against his chest as he too dozed off into a peaceful slumber.  

Day 9 of 10 

You woke up to the feeling of harsh sunlight on your face which was not unusual given you always slept next to the window. What was unusual was waking up in the middle of the football field wrapped in Jeonghan's arms.

You're fully awake in the blink of an eye, mortified by the thought of people having seen the two of you, although no one seemed to be around as far as the eye could see.

“Good morning princess.” Jeonghan yawned, slowly waking up, his arms loosening around you. Taking the chance you slid off him, mumbling a small “morning.” in reply.

Jeonghan snickered, glancing at you. “Someone's definitely sober.” 

“We should go….before someone sees us.” 

As you looked around trying to spot any unwelcome viewers, Jeonghan raised himself on his elbow, looking down at you. 

“Last night you didn't seem to care.” 

“Jeonghan….” His finger traced down your arm seductively. “Please let's go home.” 

Reading into your urgency, Jeonghan nodded, pulling you up to your feet. As the two of you walked away, his hand was still interlocked in yours. 

The streets near your house somehow looked more alive today. Suddenly everyone you knew was out on the street, waving you hi, wishing you good morning, smiling slightly at the sight of the two of you walking hand in hand. Seokmin, Seungkwan and Soonyoung, who normally only only turned up in the area in the evening for their shift after university were also standing outside the restaurant, looking at the two of you quizzically. As Jenoghan spotted them he let your hand go, greeting them with a nod before glancing at the convenience store. 

“I’m gonna grab breakfast.” He stepped back. “We’re going to need our energy for what’s coming.”

As he walked off with a wink and you tried to suppress your excited smile, the boys jogged up to you, gathering around. 

“Did I just see you two hold hands?” Soonyoung poked your arm with a smirk. 

“Soonyoung later.” Seungkwan shut him up. “Y/n, you have Jeonghan’s phone right?” 

“H-his phone?” You shook your head. “Not right now. It’s in the drawer of the tv cabinet…. I think?” 

“Well we gotta message that guy, assistant 1, let him know that he had to keep the money ready.” 

You blinked like all the words he said just went over your head. 

Seungkwan looked at you pointedly, “Tomorrow is the tenth day Y/n, remember what we’re doing all this for?” 

“Are you okay?” Seokmin glanced at you lost in thought. 

No, no you did not think you were okay. 

“No.” 

That was the first word that left you the moment you entered your house and Jeonghan closed the door behind you. 

“I mean, you were right. Sober me doesn’t want the same thing.” 

Jeonghan looked at you trying not to show the surprise and confusion on his face. You, on the other hand, finally had clarity - this was Jeonghan. Mafia boss Yoon Jeonghan. The man who was on the run from the cops, the man who you were in fact holding for a ransom, the man who will be gone in a day. This wasn’t you - sleeping with a man because you couldn’t keep it in your pants. You had no idea why you were behaving like this. 

“Jeonghan, I'm a relationship kind of girl. I can’t sleep with someone who…. Who isn’t a permanent part of my life. Who’s just…. in it for one night.” 

“What?” 

“Jeonghan you’re the kind who needs a new woman every night and I’m not interested in being a part of that long list-”

“DId you not hear a word I said last night?” 

“You told me to learn how to say no.” You raised your hands. “I’ve learnt it and this is me saying no. “ You let out a deep, determined breath. “I don’t want this.” 

Jeonghan stared at you for a minute before his eyes fell to the floor. 

“If that’s what you want.” 

And with that he walked past you, finishing everything just as easily as it started. 

Strangely, the rest of the day, Jeonghan didn’t behave any differently than he usually did. You expected him to be mad or at least upset but quite frankly, he seemed unbothered. You did notice though that he ordered his own food for lunch and seemed particularly cautious about how he was around you in your personal space. Gone was the Jeonghan who liked to lean in to say the simplest of things. 

His lack of botheration though, particularly bothered you. From the things he had said and the way he had behaved, it seemed like he wanted you as much as you wanted him so how was it so easy for him to put so much distance between the who of you when it was excruciatingly painful for you to stay even a foot away from him? How was he able to be so calm and casual, like you didn’t just completely cast him aside? How did it not matter to him that you didn’t want him to be a part of your life? 

It was because of all this consistent overthinking that you could only manage to keep yourself away from Jeonghan for about five hours, till around sunset. Finding a pack of condoms in the bag of food he brought from the supermarket was probably what finally set you off. 

“What is wrong with you?” You threw the pack onto the couch beside him.

Jeonghan glanced at the pack, then at you. “Based on last night’s conversation, I assumed certain things about today, so I thought that was a sensible purchase.” 

“Exactly, why aren’t you more upset?” You crossed your arms. “I told you I wanted to last night, you even prepared for it, then in the very last second, I said no-” 

“That’s exactly why I’m not upset.” Sighing, Jeonghan stood. “Y/n, I’m glad you said no. I’m happy you learnt to say it. I couldn't care less that I’m the first victim of this newfound voice, I’m just happy you found it.” 

You blinked at him.

“I know you’re thinking about the future and that’s fair. I don’t know how long I can be here or if I will be forced to be on the run again, or what really is in store for me but I’m just happy that even if I’m not there, you will be able to respect yourself the way I do. That you won’t compromise with what you want for what others want from you-” 

Strangely overwhelmed, you pulled him by his shirt and claimed his breath with a kiss. Almost instantly, Jeonghan kissed you back, hands gripping your waist, mouth ravenously capturing yours like the five hours you were apart were unbearable for him too. 

“Wait.” He pulled back when the loss of breath somehow brought him back to his senses. “Y/n what-” 

“Fuck me Jeonghan.” 

“Didn’t you say-” 

“I take it back.” 

“Y/n.” Jeonghan pulled away, holding you at an arm's distance. “Don’t do things you’ll regret.” 

“But I want this.” You kissed him again, muttering against his mouth. “I want you.” 

Jeonghan clearly, if anything, was a man. The moment you whispered a soft please, grinding your hip against his, he smashed his lips onto yours again, refusing to break away even though the two of you could barely find footing as you stumbled to your room. He only parted when the back of his knees hit your bed, forcing him to sit down and he looked up at you between the tresses falling into his eyes. You pushed it back, running the back of your hand along his cheek. 

“I wish the world looked at me the way you do.” 

“If anyone else looked at you this way,” Jeonghan raised his eyebrows. “I’m afraid it's going to be the last thing they ever look at.” 

You laughed rolling your eyes. “A little admiration isn’t a crime.” 

“If admiration is what you want, then I shall bend the will of every man in the city into doing so.” He smirked, attempting to bite your fingers lingering by his lips. “Let me to properly show you mine first.” 

As he tugged on your shirt you obediently pulled it over your head as he stripped out of his own. It wasn’t the first time the two of you were seeing each other shirtless but there was a strange charged energy rippling between you now, one that was almost impossible to ignore. As you bent down to kiss him again, his hands found the hooks of your bra, unclasping them as you quickly dragged it down your arms, tossing it somewhere. His hand ran up the insides of your thigh, a jolt running through you when his fingers grazed over your clit. As you gasped, he took the chance to pull you closer by the leg, running his mouth below your belly button. 

“Jeonghan, haven’t we had enough foreplay?” You sighed, throwing your head back as he marked your skin, slowly pulling both your shorts and underwear in one go. “We’ve been doing this for days, let’s just get to it please.” 

“To what?” Feigning innocence he smirked, running his tongue along his teeth. 

“Fucking.” You pushed him back into the bed. “Fuck me Jeonghan. Properly. Your dick inside me kinds.”

Jeonghan raised himself on his elbows, laughing. “Look at you, using your big girl words.” 

Kicking off the rest of your clothes, you attempted to straddle him when he pulled you into the mattress and in a flash, you were on the bed and he was towering over you instead. Sticking his hand in his pocket, he pulled out a condom and threw it at you. 

“Open it.” 

Holding the wrapper between your teeth, you ripped it open as fast as you could, earning a tutting noise from Jeonghan. 

“Y/n, you could make a hole like that.” 

You stared at him blankly, like you were supposed to understand what he was saying when he was standing there with his pants discarded, stroking himself. Your mouth was in a strange combination of being dry but also somehow almost drooling. Almost the same way you wanted him both in your mouth and rearranging your organs down under, all at once. Jeonghan chuckled at your inability to function as he gently grabbed the latex from you and rolled it over his length. You shouldn’t have expressed so much eagerness to have him fuck you - you could’ve felt every vein and ridge you were seeing in your mouth first but that thought dissipated the moment Jeonghan hovered over you, grabbing you by the jaw. Almost reflexively, your mouth opened for him, allowing him to slide his thumb in as you earnestly sucked it, hoping his smirk would turn into the hunger to feel your lips around him. As much as Jeonghan did tell you to ask you for what you want, you had a feeling if you told him just how desperate you were to have him fuck your mouth, he would never let you live it down. 

“I know what you want.” Jeonghan spoke under his breath as his hand trailed down your body, slipping between your legs. “But I want this a lot more. Is that okay?” 

Okay? You nodded immediately - it was absolutely okay. You just wanted to be full of him one way or another. Jeonghan shook his head.

“Words baby.” He slid his thumb in, almost embarrassingly easily, as he stared at his finger disappear inside you. “Although this is telltale, we will do whatever you want.” He leaned over, pressing his forehead against yours. “I’ll give you whatever you want.” 

“You.” You breathed out, “However, wherever-” 

And the words died on your tongue when he swiftly pulled his finger out and immediately entered you, gently pushing in till he bottomed out. Chest heaving, you could feel yourself panting as your body tried to adjust to his girth. Jeonghan groaned into your ear as your walls fluttered around him, still getting accustomed to the stretch. 

“I knew you’d feel good.” 

“Y-yeah?”

“You feel fucking perfect.” Jeonghan pulled back just a little, his hips setting a slow rhythm. “I could be in you forever.”

Before a proud smile could even fully form on your face, Jeonghan picked up the pace, making your lips part with a moan. 

“I….Oh god.” You whined, trying to find your words in between his continuous strokes. “I….. didn’t think you were a missionary kind of guy.” 

Jeonghan chuckled as he ran his hand down your leg and pulled your knee up so he could grip your thigh. “I want to see you cum.” Sighing, he bit on your lower lip, tugging it between his teeth. “I want to see how I make you feel.” 

“So fucking good.” You muttered against his mouth, finding your hips moving against his on their own accord. You wanted to make him feel good so you wrapped your legs around his waist and ran your nails down his back and wow did that work like a charm because Jeonghan’s rhythm instantly faltered, as did his grip on your thigh, surely bruising it. 

“Oh Y/n,” He slipped his hand between your bodies, fingers finding your clit when you groaned at the touch. “I can play the game too.” 

“Whatever you do, just- fuck.” You squirmed as Jeonghan seemed to have the perfect combination of thrusts and rubbing circles. “Just don’t stop.” 

“Never.” He groaned, continuing to make you fall apart as you felt your back arch off the mattress, toes curling in pleasure. Jeonghan latched his mouth on your bared neck, muttering, “Yes, yes cum for me.” 

And you did, finally, after days of desiring to be railed by this man, you came around him, body keening under his weight, eyes nearly rolling back. As you slowly panted back to reality, Jeonghan, who had long pulled out of you and rolled off you onto his side, was looking at you intently. Embarrassed that this was not the first but the second time he managed to break you in minutes, you covered your face with your hands, earning Jeonghan’s laugh. 

“Why are you hiding?” He tried to pry your hands away, only to fail. “I didn’t think it was possible for you to look more pretty but fuck you looked so beautful when you came.” 

“Jeonghan please….”  

“Please what?” He chuckled, shifting beside you. “I’ve seen all there is to.”

You shook your head, choosing the darkness over meeting his eyes when suddenly, you felt him crawl between your legs and his mouth descend on you as he spread them apart. Considering how sensitive you were, your hands immediately flew to his head, eyes widening as he licked your arousal, looking at you victoriously. 

“I can’t….” You muttered and he pulled away, licking his lips, sitting back on his heels. Eyes running over his flushed face and body, you noticed the marks of your nail on his bicep, and also the fact that he was still hard as ever. 

“You didn’t finish.” You sat up, crossing your legs, only just realizing.

“I usually need a lot more than a few minutes to finish.” He pursed his lips but you knew he was trying to hold back a smile. A mocking one, at how easily you seemed to cum. 

“Then let’s go again.” You cocked your head. “t…. On one condition.” 

“And what is that?” 

You let out a deep breath. “Take off your condom.” 

Jeonghan’s eyebrows shot up. “You can’t be serious.” 

“Considering you sleep with a new woman every night, I’m guessing you always use protection.” 

“Always, that's an unsaid rule” 

“But I’m not them, so their rules can’t apply to me.” It was your turn to smirk. “We’ll see how long you last when you fuck me raw.” 

“Look at you, challenging me.” Jeonghan smiled like he was proud. “But it's not safe Y/n-” 

“What’s life without a little recklessness?” You rolled your eyes earning Jeonghan’s laugh. “Besides, that condom probably already has a hole in from my teeth so-” 

“So I’ll grab another one.” 

“Yoon Jeonghan, if you leave this bed, this ends.” You crossed your arms. “Your choice.” 

“You’re not giving me much of a choice really.” 

“I know.” You grinned. “Now might also be a good time to add that though I might not be one of your regular nightly encounters, you should know that I heard you almost every night.” You let your voice go softer. “And I liked it….. A lot.” 

Finally, finally, Jeonghan’s expression darkened the way you wanted it to. “I suspected.” 

“And I’m confirming.” You shrugged. “And by the way, I also have an IUD so I’m not sure what you’re waiting for.” 

Jeonghan paused for a minute before he finally spoke. “On your knees.” 

You shook your head, extending your hand and pulling his condom off, tossing the latex in a nearby bin. “In my mouth.” 

“I don’t think so, princess.” Jeonghan not so gently pushed you back into the mattress, your back barely hitting it before he flipped you over and pulled you onto your knees. “I prefer blowjobs as my morning alarms. This time of the night, I like to prove bratty girls wrong.” 

You laughed, looking over your shoulder. “But I want to see your face when I prove you wrong.” 

Knowing exactly what you wanted, Jeonnghan sighed before lying down on his back next to you, allowing you to move over and straddle him. 

“My bet is 9 minutes.” You ran your hand down his chest. “I don’t think you can last till double digits.” 

“We both know you won’t last even half of that Y/n-” He smirked. “-given your track record.” 

Deciding to prove him wrong with actions not words, you aligned his tip under you and sank down his length with a slow, deep moan. The stretch in this new angle felt different but it also let you take him further in, deeper than you had even imagined it was possible. 

Maybe Jeonghan was right about you breaking first. Given the way he made you feel so full, the way you felt every inch of his bare length in your insides, you knew it was only a matter of time. 

Or maybe not. Evidently, this was the first time Jeonghan was ever fucking someone raw. You could tell by the way he sounded with every drag of your walls against his dick - the struggling breathy moans that he was trying not to let out as you picked up the pace. 

You knew if you chose to grind your hips against his, it would help reach those spots in you a whole lot better, sending waves of pleasure through your body but you were determined to make Jeonghan cum first. That’s why you supported yourself with your palms on his chest, moving your hips up and down along his length and momentarily, Jeonghan gripped your waist tight, encouraging you to move just like that. At least until he realised he was getting too close to cumming and too close to losing. Changing strategy, he grabbed and squeezed your boobs instead, trying to ignore his own approaching high. When you responded with a whimper, satisfied, he dragged his hand down, bringing attention to your ignored clit. 

“That’s cheating.” You panted, throwing your head back, feeling the coil tighten in your stomach. 

Jeonghan snickered, shaking his head, refusing to stop his ministrations. If there was one thing he always took pride in, it was his ability to capitalize on every woman’s weakness - her clit. 

Though you were feeling your legs shake and your arms were struggling to hold your weight, you didn’t stop, ignoring your breaths which were getting fast and shallow. 

Jeonghan however, immediately picked up on it, reaching for your wrist and pulling you, making you fall over, onto him. 

“Hey,” He tried to get a good look at your face. “You okay?” 

“Tired.” You mumbled. “I’ve never been on top.” 

“Let me.” He whispered, dropping a kiss on your cheek as you nodded. 

Grabbing your ass with both his hands he raised it, guiding your movements and snapping his hips up at the same time. You on the other hand, let him have his way with you, busying yourself, alternating leaving marks all over his neck and shoulder and moaning sweetly into his ear. Both things seemed to rile him effectively as his pace became merciless and erratic, pounding into you the way you had only dreamed of for days. With a few more rough thrusts, you felt your walls tighten around him as the coil in you finally snapped and thanks to your tight constriction around his length, Jeonghan too came inside you, ropes of white filling you as he groaned in your ear. 

As the two of you slowly came down from your high, Jeonghan wrapped his arms around you, dropping a sweet kiss in your hair. You snuggled into his neck, ignoring the feeling of your mixed releases leaking out of you. 

“That was definitely more than 9 minutes.” Jeonghan pointed out. 

“I lasted more than half.” 

“So neither of us won?” Jeonghan hummed.

You pulled yourself up, looking at him. “Or maybe…. we need round three to decide.” 

“You read my mind.” He smirked, quickly flipping you onto your back, ignoring your shriek of surprise as he hovered over you. The night was still so so young.

Day 10 of 10 

By the time you came around, the night had passed and the sun had begun to rise. No wonder it felt a whole lot warmer even though you were butt naked, covered by just a thin blanket thrown over you. It was the morning sun and also Jeonghan, who was comfortably snuggled in your arms, his breath soft against the crook of your neck. As you shifted from him just a little, trying to glance at his beautiful face, he pulled away, grumbling as he rolled onto his back, still fast asleep. Raising yourself on your elbow, you glanced at him. 

Last night was…..something. You never really admitted to yourself in the last few days that you had thought about sleeping with Jeonghan a few hundred times, but now you did and you also had to admit that it was nowhere how you thought it would have gone. Maybe rounds two, three, four and how many ever that followed did match up to that but somehow, it was round one that was playing in your mind. The unexpected softness from him, the way he was looking into your eyes….. It all felt a bit strange. Like it was something you would do. 

On the other hand, the wild person you expected Jeonghan to be, ended up coming out of you. The kinds of things you said? The kinds of things you did? It was so uncharacteristic yet….. It didn’t feel wrong. In fact, in a very long time, you were feeling strangely liberated. Like there was no fairytale happily ending written for you and surprisingly you didn’t mind that. 

But speaking of happy endings…..

You determinedly pulled away your blanket covering Jeonghan, glancing at how his boxers were on again. Maybe he put them on after you had promptly passed out last night, completely worn out and exhausted, just the way he seemed to have cleaned you up before tucking you in. Pulling your hair up into a bun, you got between his legs, pulling down the elastic of his underwear, taking his dick into your hands. Surprisingly, Jeonghan didn’t stir awake, or even move an inch so you promptly began stroking it, quickening your movements, especially when you slowly felt him harden under your touch. It was only when you spat in your hand and began to jerk him off more steadily that he finally came around, eyes slowly blinking open. 

“First thing in the morning?” He smiled sleepily. “You’re insatiable.” 

“Rise and shine.” You grinned. “Someone said something about an alarm.” 

“I said I’d like your mouth.” He tucked his hand below his head looking at you with what you could only comprehend as a mix of lust and fondness. 

Smiling, you got down on your stomach, wrapping your mouth around his tip eliciting a shaky breath from him. You pulled back with a wet pop and the lick of the lips. “And it's all yours.” 

Jeonghan chuckled, whispering, “You’re going to be the end of me princess.” 

Little did he know, you actually were. 

The warm water on your skin was much needed after an unexpectedly long morning. Actually, it was very much expected considering the way you woke Jeonghan up. It was only natural that he would return the favor to the best of his abilities and that somehow spiraled from one thing to another, causing morning to turn into afternoon. Your stomach let out a low rumble, reminding you that you were hungry and that you should have put water to boil so you could make some ramyeon for lunch. You knew Jeonghan particularly enjoyed soggy noodles and it was also the quickest meal you could have given how much energy was exhausted in the last 12 or so hours.

As you stepped out of the shower, dried yourself and slipped into a comfortable pair of clothes, conspicuously leaving the top two buttons open, you found Jeonghan standing in the kitchen behind the stove. 

“You put the water to boil?” You smiled relieved. “Thank god-” 

“You kidnapped me?” Jeonghan turned to you, eyes flashing the pain of betrayal. In his hand was his phone, the one you had safely stashed in the drawer and on the screen was a message from his assistant. One that said the money in exchange for Jeonghan was ready. “All these days, you let me stay in your house because you were holding me for ransom?” 

“Jeonghan I know what it looks like and I can explain-” 

“All this for what? To buy your grandmother’s shop again?” 

“No….” You stepped up shaking your head. “I didn’t even know about the shop till you were with me. Jeonghan, I didn’t do this for money-” 

“I should have known when your mother said she had no brother.” Jeonghan shook his head like he couldn’t believe himself. “Keeping me here as a twisted revenge for your incarcerated uncle, why did I overlook how stupid that was?”

“Okay that was a lie, but I didn’t make it up.” You tried to hold his hand, but he pulled away hurtfully. “Jeonghan, it was the boys…. I just went with whatever they told me to do. Things just turned out this way, none of us planned for it to happen and…. I wasn’t going to go through with this plan anyways, I was going to call it off today-” 

“Why?” Jeonghan looked at you impassively. “What changed in 10 days?” 

You blinked at him, words lost. “I….. I got to know you. I saw who you could be if you distanced yourself from all that crime and lived a normal life. I always believe people deserve a second chance and I thought so do you. And we didn’t even get a first chance-” 

You turned at the sound of the doorbell before glancing at the clock. A part of you wanted to ignore it and clear the air with Jeonghan but when it rang urgently again, you sighed, turning to him. 

“I think it’s the boys, I’m sorry, just give me a second.” 

Rushing, you half ran over to the door quickly opening it, shaking your head. “Guys, things are a mess-” 

But it seemed like the bigger mess had in fact just arrived. Standing before you was the one person you did not want to see, especially now - Bohyun. 

“W-what are you doing here? And how did you even find me?” 

Uninvited, Bohyun stepped in walking past you. “Your mother….” He turned to you, clearing his throat. “I assumed when you left that you had gone overseas, to Paris maybe, your dream city. But your mother said she met you and your new boyfriend so I figured you were in town and considering how your grandmother moved in with your mom, I guessed that you would be here.” He looked at you painfully. “Is… Is it true? Do you actually have a boyfriend now?” 

“Bohyun….” You ran your fingers through your hair stressed. There was too much going on at once. Your past and your potential future were at crossroads you had never imagined. “I don’t know what to tell you-” 

“Maybe try telling the truth Y/n.” Jeonghan walked out of the kitchen, his hands stuffed in his pockets. “Don’t you think it’s time?” 

“You….” Bohyun’s eyes widened as they fell on Jeonghan and he immediately stepped back, pulling you behind him. “You’re Yoon Jeonghan.” 

“Finally.” Jeonghan scoffed. “Someone knows.” 

“Y/n, I don’t know what this man has been telling you but he is a criminal.” Bohyun looked at you over his shoulder. “His posters are all over the city, he’s wanted by the cops-” 

“She knows.” Jeonghan's voice shook, just a little. “She knows exactly who I am and exactly what I’m worth.” 

“Jeonghan please-” 

“You know?” Bohyun turned to you, shocked. “You know who he is and you chose to be with him?” 

“Bohyun…. y-you have no idea what’s going on here.” 

“Oh I do.” He let out a breath like this was all ridiculous. “You’re so desperate for a man, that you would throw yourself at literally anyone-” 

And before he could ever complete that sentence, Jeonghan turned him by the shoulder and landed a hard punch straight at his jaw.

“Jeonghan!” 

As Bohyun stumbled, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, he snarled at the other man, throwing a punch on his own, straight in his midriff, making him buckle over. As the two men furiously threw hands, bruising and bleeding, you stood frozen, unable to watch them or stop them. Before you knew it though, within minutes, Jeonghan had Bohyun on his knees, the latter struggling to keep his eyes open, just one blow away from being knocked out. As Jeonghan raised his hand, you quickly put yourself between the two men. 

“Jeonghan no.” 

“Did you not hear the way he spoke about you?” He looked uncharacteristically furious, breathing hard. “How dare he-” 

“That’s between Bohyun and I. You shouldn’t have come in between.” 

Jeonghan lowered his hand, looking at you like he was jolted. Standing up staggering, Bohyun wiped the blood from his mouth, hissing.

“You heard her. Clearly, she picks me.” He smiled victoriously. “The only place you belong is in jail, you bastard, where the fuck is my phone-” 

“Y/n, after all he’s done to you, you’re really siding with him?” 

“Jeonghan, I think you should leave.” Your voice left you in a soft whisper as he looked at you unbelievably hurt. “Please just…. it’s best that you go.” 

Tearing his eyes away from you, Jeonghan let out a shaky breath before slowly nodding. “If that’s what you want.” 

And with that, without so much as sparing you a glance, he walked past you and out of your house as you watched him disappearing from your sight. When you finally let out the breath you were holding, Bohyun put his arm around your shoulder. 

“I knew you still loved me.” He rubbed your arm. “You and I were always meant to be, sweetheart.” 

Tongue in your cheek you sighed before removing Bohyun’s arm from around you. Turning to him, with everything you had in your being, you slapped him right across the face. Bohyun stumbled at the impact, looking shell shocked. 

“The only thing you and I are, is over.” You spat, the words bitter in your mouth. “How could you even think of coming back to me?” 

“Babe-” 

“Don't call me that.” You pushed him away. “You're right. I always did choose you. I always put you above me, but you? Forget loving me, you didn't have the minimum decency to respect me.”

“Y/n, I said sorry, I really am sorry.”

“Me too.” You stood your ground. “I’m sorry to myself. I'm sorry I gave you the chance to push me around like this. I'm sorry I didn't stand up for myself sooner. But I'm done now. I won't be making the same mistakes.”

“Y/n….” Bohyun held your arm softer than he ever had in the many years you were together. “I know I was wrong. The last few months without you weren't the same, I realised how bad I was to you and how much I need you please don't do this. Please come back…..what we had was so good-” 

“Good for you Bohyun, but not good enough for me.” You pulled your arm away. “I won't take you back this time, or ever. We're done for good.” 

Bohyun stared at the floor, coming to terms with your words.

“It's because of Yoon Jeonghan isn't it?” His voice turned into a nasty snarl. “You would choose a criminal over me-”

“You still don't get it, do you?” You looked at him with disbelief. “It's not him I choose, it's myself.” 

“But-” 

“I'm done explaining. I don't owe you anymore conversation, I didn't even owe you this.” You sighed, walking up to the door, holding it open. “Get out of my house.”

Bohyun tried to meet your eye as he slowly walked up to you while you refused to so much as look at him. When he realised you were not going to change your mind and stepped out of the house, you closed the door behind him with a resounding slam. Holding your racing heart you leaned against it, unable to believe what you just did. 

Something in you felt free yet your heart was strangely heavy - you got rid of Bohyun but you lost Jeonghan in the process. Unwilling to give him up, you quickly grabbed your jacket and phone and rushed out of the house, calling your friends. Hopefully he hadn't gotten too far. 

You needed to see him again. You needed to tell him everything you felt. 

As the night sky darkened, you walked into your apartment slowly, finding yourself alone in it after days.

You didn’t find Jeonghan anywhere. When you told the boys about all that happened, they were beyond understanding, immediately helping you look for him too. But alas, he was nowhere to be found. 

As you sank into the couch, heartbroken over how things ended between you two, Seungkwan's message popped on your phone screen. 

Y/n, I think you should see the news.

Panicking, you grabbed your remote and turned on the TV only to see your worst nightmare - Jeonghan being handcuffed and led away by the cops. 

“Mafia criminal and mastermind Yoon Jeonghan surrendered a few hours ago to the city police force after nearly 15 days of absconding. The precise reason for why he turned himself in and where he was all this while is unknown but the police are investigating the case. Yoon Jeonghan escaped prison on the 15th of August after tricking two security guards with a severe stomach ache and requesting for medical assistance…..” 

The rest of the words faded away as you watched the footage of Jeonghan being escorted away. The pain of betrayal was still flashing in his eyes. Everything was truly over.

10 days later. 

Jeonghan leaned against the wall of his cell, staring into the darkness. He knew it was well into the night but sleep wasn't coming to him as always. Every time he closed his eyes, he could only see you, everytime he opened them he instinctively looked for you - you refused to get out of his head. 

When Jeonghan saw you for the first time, admittedly he thought you were incredibly beautiful but he saw you as more of a conquest - you had that sweet, innocent expression but there was something darker lingering behind your eyes. It made him want to tease it out of you, expose you for what you really were but with each day, when he saw how simple and soft you were, that desire in him died. In his world everything was as corrupt as could be and you were so good to him, Jeonghan knew that little uncommon goodness had to be preserved, remain untouched. That's why though he itched to get under your skin, he tried his best to keep his distance.

That was of course until you decided to kiss him - after that Jeonghan knew keeping his hands off you was the hardest thing he ever had to do. It wasn’t just because he was uncharacteristically attracted to you, normally it was girls in skin tight leather pants and low neck dresses that caught his attention but because he……liked you. He liked watching you work, he liked spending time with you, he liked the idea of a quiet, uneventful life with you. He had spent all his life chasing something that made him feel complete, not even knowing what it was, until those 10 days with you - that was what he wanted. 

But clearly you didn’t want him. Though he was unable to accept it at the moment, eventually, he believed you when you said it was never your intention to kidnap him. When he discovered his ringing phone in the drawer due to his assistant’s consistent calling and he found out that his price was a hundred thousand dollars Jeonghan was beyond hurt. But you were right - you didn’t know about your grandmother’s shop until the last few days and his assistant too confirmed that it was more the boy's plan than yours. And also that the plan was definitely not intentional because it was so poor that thanks to his phone his assistant knew his location the whole time - he was only letting the boys get away with it so Jeonghan had a safe place to hide till things fell in place.

Regardless of everything that happened, it still didn’t mean that you wanted him. Especially when that ex of yours came into your life yet again and you so easily asked him to leave - Jeonghan received the message loud and clear. He was not wanted. 

By you at least. The city police definitely wanted him and he knew he had to be on the run yet again but with a part of him left behind in your home, he didn’t know how he was supposed to move away and move on. All he could do was hopelessly wish that you had left a part of you with him too and didn’t always just appear before him like a figment of his imagination. Even now his eyes were playing tricks, showing him the image of you crouched outside his cell bars. You were wearing a police uniform though - Jeonghan softly chuckled. Roleplay was a new element in his imagination. 

Or not. 

Because as Jeonghan stared harder, expecting the mirage of you to disappear, you smiled at him with a small wave and the whisper of his name…..You were actually here. 

Panicking, Jeonghan quickly got to his feet rushing towards you. As his fingers touched your face, confirming your presence, he shook his head. 

“Oh no…. Y/n, what are you doing here?” 

“Hello to you too.” You chuckled. “And what do you mean? I’m here to rescue you.” 

“Rescue me?” 

You nodded. “We’re gonna break out of this prison.” 

“You’re insane.” You grinned as Jeonghan looked at you with disbelief. “You shouldn’t even be here and I can’t run away from here-” 

“You did it last time.” 

“Precisely why. The security is at an all time high, they’re not going to let the same mistake happen twice.” 

“You think I don’t know that?” You raised your eyebrows at him. “Why do you think it took me 10 days to come to you? I was doing research and figuring out how to get you out of here, and I have found a foolproof way.” 

Jeonghan narrowed his eyes. “And what is that?”

“Just follow my lead.” You pulled out a pair of keys from your pocket, opened his cell door and thrust a package into his hand as you walked in. “Change into this quickly. We only have 17 minutes till the security footage is on loop. We need to get out of here before that.” 

As he confusedly dressed himself, you pulled out a can of spray paint from your pocket and scribbled a message on the wall, one that Jeonghan could barely read thanks to the dimness of the cell. Tossing the can aside, you too quickly stripped out of your uniform and changed into clothes similar to Jeonghan’s.

“Don’t stare, Yoon.” You smiled, pulling your hair into a bun, tucking it under the hat. “This is not the first or last time you’re gonna see me naked.” 

As Jeonghan tried to process all the information, you quickly gathered all the discarded clothes with one hand and held his hand with the other, rushing out of the cell. At the end of the corridor was a cleaning cart in which you promptly dumped all the clothes and asked him to follow you. As you led the way to the washrooms cautiously, keeping an eye on the patrolling security, Jeonghan realised the two of you were wearing the uniforms of the cleaning staff. Ultimately, you led him to a ladies washroom, promptly locking it behind you. 

“Y/n, what are we doing-” 

“Look, that’s the cleaning supplies closet, inside it is a door that leads to the older wing of this prison that is now undergoing renovation. This door was supposed to be locked from the other side but I already broke it open in the morning.” 

“Morning?” 

“I came in with a bunch of medical volunteers for the camp but I never left the premises - I’ve been hiding here all day. Now we’ve to get through this door and cross the construction site without being seen by the patrolling guards in-” You glanced at your watch. “-8 minutes where the boys are waiting with transport. If we don’t, the guards are gonna figure out you’re missing and security will tighten and we will never be able to get out. If you have any other questions, I promise I’ll answer all of them once we get in the car, okay?” 

Letting out an unsure breath, Jeonghan nodded, following through with your plan to the T. In all the years Jeonghan had been in crime, he had drawn up several heists and master plans but this….. This was probably the most meticulous and well thought out plan he had ever seen. It was to the point it actually both impressed and terrified him that you, the girl who was hiding behind her three friends the first time he tried to talk to you, were the one who came up with it. When the two of you finally stepped out of the last fence, Jeonghan looked back at prison in awe - he thought this time, he was back here for good but when you called out his name and he turned to you, Jeonghan knew the only place he belonged was with you. 

As the two of you trudged through the woods, hand in hand, sirens began to go off in the prison behind you, making you pick up speed, only stopping at the sight of a white car and a white bike beside the very stressed Seokmin, Seungkwan and Soonyoung. The boys sighed in relief as the two of you approached, quickly giving you two a new set of clothes to change into, ushering you into the car. As the two of you began to do so yet again, Jeonghan looked at you intently. 

“Come on Jeonghan, the faster we move from here the better.” 

“Why did you do this? Why did you save me?” 

“Why did you surrender?” 

“Because….” Jeonghan sighed. “I didn’t want your ex to have the power over you with the information that you were housing a criminal. But if I was already in their custody, they wouldn’t really care about where I was on the days I was missing.” 

You smiled at him softly. “So much from a guy who didn’t understand what it meant to put others before yourself.” 

“I told you, you bring out the best in me.” He laughed. “Evidently, I do bring out the worst in you. This was the most badass thing ever, I would’ve never imagined you would do it.” 

“Well, someone did tell me I shouldn’t be afraid to ask or go for what I want.” You leaned back against the door. “I’m done sitting and taking whatever life hands me with the hope that it will be my fairytale ending. I’m gonna take things into my own hands now.” 

“Successfully you mean.” Jeonghan smirked at you. “You had been trying to take things in your hands for quite a while. Like the first few days you tried so hard to get me arrested again?” 

“You knew about that??” 

“It was cute, how you were trying to do the right thing. I should have known you would have never held me hostage for money.” 

“I was going to tell you about it before things spiraled. I had to get you out of my house first so you were at least safe, even if that meant you hated me.” 

“I don’t hate you.” Jeonghan confessed. “I never can. You showed me what I truly wanted from life.” 

“As did you. Which is why I ended things with Bohyun once and for all and now I’m here with you, for whatever adventure it is that’s ahead of us.” 

“Adventure?” Jeonghan looked at you surprised. “What do you mean?” 

“I managed to track down your assistant when I received the papers that I apparently own my grandmother's shop again.” Jeonghan returned your accusatory expression with a sheepish one. “He told me that the last many days, he had been working on liquidating your assets. He also managed to arrange for you to get out of the country and go elsewhere.” You smiled at him. “And I convinced him to let me tag along with you."

“No…..” Jeonghan shook his head. “No you’re not leaving behind your life here and following me around-” 

“Jeonghan, I have no life here.” You sighed. “I always thought I was the kind who wanted something safe and secure but made me see that deep down I’ve been craving for something stimulating and exciting. I genuinely do want to go with you.” 

“Your mom?” 

“Is more than happy to learn that her daughter is going to Milan to explore her fashion dreams and that my grandmother can move back to her old apartment.” 

“You….. You’re really sure?” 

“Never been more sure.” You reached for his hand, holding it. Jeonghan stroked the back of your hand softly, a smile growing on his face. It did seem like he wanted to say something, until Soonyoung knocked on the window urgently, ushering you out. Putting on the last of your clothes, the two of you stepped out. 

“If the guards send people out to look for Jeonghan, we might get caught here.” Seokmin tapped his foot nervously. 

“Yeah, we need to leave as soon as possible.” Seungkwan added, looking equally scared. 

“Relax,” You rolled your eyes. “They’re not going to find us. They’re not even going to try to look.” 

All four boys looked at you skeptically but it was Jeonghan that spoke up, “Y/n, What did you write on that wall?” 

“Fool you once, shame on you. Fool you twice, more shame for you.” You shrugged, quoting yourself. “I basically wrote in short that if they knew what was good for them, they would keep their mouth shuts and allow the public to think you were still in their captivity rather than admit that you fooled them twice in the span of a month and they are incapable of keeping their prisoners in check. I might have also added that you will not be creating any trouble anymore, rest assured, this secret is best buried in the walls of the prison itself.” 

As your friends stared at you with hung jaws, Jeonghan laughed like he couldn’t believe his ears. “Who are you?” 

“You should’ve seen her the last 10 days.” Soonyoung mumbled. “All the planning, the plotting, she even stitched all these uniforms from scratch, it was low-key terrifying.” 

“I want to know all the details of this master plan.” Jeonghan looked proud. “Every single one of them.” 

“And you will, we have a long journey to Italy.” You clapped your hands, then held it out to Seugnkwan. “Bike keys.” 

“You don’t want the car?” 

“Bike is more fun.” You said casually, reaching for the helmets. “And I’m going to drive.” 

Jeonghan raised his eyebrow impressed, “So the princess is going to rescue me on her big white…. bike.” 

“Guess we got our fairytale ending after all.” You laughed, getting on as your friends rolled their eyes and got into the car. Pulling Jeonghan closer, you finally kissed him, before mumbling against his lips. “Or I guess this time, I’m really kidnapping a mafia boss.” 

a/n - I cannot explain how much trouble the 1000 blocks per post limit caused. I hope the spacing incosistency was overlooked oops! Don't forget to leave you thoughts and opinions about the story! This took a lot of time and effort to make :)

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