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PART 2

Synopsis:

You have always known that you are not one for a married life. The thought of being tied with someone suffocates you— disgusts you even. You enjoy your liberty, your youth, and the convenience of being with no one but yourself. Yet, you knew from the start that it is not possible to live on your own in this society where the rich are being favored and everyone else dies if not ignored. Thus, here you are, scheming a plan as you look at your best friend although he knew nothing but his silly child games. You need him in your plan as he is not just some random man, he is the president’s son but he is very willing to do everything for you– Lee Haechan

Pairing: haechan x female reader

Genre: bestfriends to enemies to lovers, smut, fluff, angst

Warnings: explicit content, profanities, humiliation, degradation, mentions of killing, manipulation, lots of pining

Part 2 wc: 8.2k words

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“I beg your… pardon?” Haechan stuttered with his words. He still couldn’t wrap his head around what's happening. He was literally just so engrossed with your father’s collection less than five minutes ago, what shifted into you during those time?

“I mean, you know, you didn’t want to marry a stranger!” You finally took a step back and gave your bestfriend a chance to fix his clothes and release the breath he was holding for a while, “and I didn’t want to get married!” You added to your points, stopping right in front of him. Haechan just stares at you for a moment, giving you the most weirded look he could ever do.

“What?” You ask once again when you couldn’t elicit anything from him and then he just sighed and took his eyes away from you. Haechan gently reached for your hand and guided you to sit on one of your chairs.

“Look,” he started. There was a hint of uncertainty in his voice and you knew that he’s not giving you the answer you’re expecting. Slowly, your shoulders give out and let him talk.

He soothes you first by rubbing his thumb softly on your delicate skin. You couldn’t look at him when it sank into your mind how desperate and selfish you sounded earlier. It was a surprise that your bestfriend is still here.

“I know…I know this is difficult and you’re just, you’re just trying your best to get free. And you know I will give anything to you. Anything. But this isn’t just my decision alone. This has to be approved by my father, by the council, by your father. I do not want to let your hopes up by telling you that it’s possible.” Haechan explains to you whilst trying to catch your attention but you’re also keeping on avoiding his eyes, making him raise his hand and catch your chin. He tilted your face to his direction and whispered, “Look at me. Please, look at me.”

“Hmm?” He urged you once more before meeting his eyes. Haechan is always thankful that you let you unconsciously let your guards down when you’re with him, it’s like you’re giving him a glimpse of your soul, but today, it only pains him as he looks at you. It’s almost as if it’s killing him that he couldn’t make your worries go away.

“It’s fine, I knew it was a horrible idea.” You let yourself go from his grasp and Haechan’s heart sank at your coldness. He knew you’re not mad at him, he knew too well that you’re only disappointed with how things work. But he couldn’t just bear to see you so down, especially today.

“Come on, let’s just eat. I brought you a whole tub of green tea ice cream!” He grabs your hand and tugs on it. You glanced back at him and immediately burst into laughs when you saw him pouting at you.

“Ehem,” you were both startled by your father when he cleared his throat, but you recovered quickly, it’s just your father anyway. Haechan, on the other hand, straightened his back and fixed him to appear presentable in front of your father.

“I am sorry for the interruption, my Lord, I just wish to inform my daughter that we must leave now, may we?” Your father respectfully asked you. No matter how much you and Haechan assure him that it’s fine to speak freely whenever you three are alone, he still refuses to call your bestfriend by his name. Your father has always been faithful and kind. Also, he has his reasons.

“What about the ice cream?” You whined to your father and he just slightly shook his head as if telling you ‘no’. You hesitantly look back to Haechan and he gives you a slight nod.

“It’s alright. It’s yours, anyway. You can keep it and eat it later.” Haechan whispers behind you and reaches for your hand that he lightly pressed for comfort.

“You should get going then and I’ll also be on my way back to the palace.” Haechan added, and tuned his voice louder. Just loud enough for your father to hear. You watched them nod to each other and gave Haechan a smile when he turned to you again.

Haechan never heard nor felt the approval of your father. It’s just like your father couldn’t do anything about your relationship with your bestfriend. But he has always been kind, he never treated Haechan poorly, never also made him feel unwelcome whenever your bestfriend visits your home—correction, sneak into your home. Your father never ratted him out to the council as well. He’s very neutral about your bestfriend, that’s how you see it.

Haechan was the only person who could make you talk, laugh, and live again since your mother passed. Your father was grateful for that and he didn’t want to lose his daughter again, but being friends with the President’s son also only put you in the spotlight and at risk. People that’s more powerful glued their eyes on you. Especially now that you’re legally qualified to marry the President’s son. Filthy rumors and scandals can spread through the whole town. That’s what your father has been trying to avoid all this time.

“You should get ready, my love.” You didn’t even realize that you spaced out after watching Haechan leaves. It’ll be a busy week for you, you wonder when you are going to be with him again.

Without saying anything, you marched back to your room and started getting ready for the event.

Back in your room, you wore a yellow silk dress that your dad bought for you late last year. It’s the newest formal attire you have, you guess it’ll be enough to lessen the humiliation you are about to feel. It also doesn’t display so much of your skin with only your shoulders showing, the fitted mesh sleeves extend to your wrists. You braid a small part of your hair on the side and let it fall with the rest. You just realized that you’ve already grown your hair down to your waist, you were so anxious for the past months, you couldn't even get a haircut.

“Are you ready?” Your father asked after knocking on your door. You looked at yourself in the mirror as you put on your mother’s necklace and uttered, “There, I think I’m ready.” After locking the jewelry.

“You’re beautiful.” Your father compliments you when you turn to see him. You have never really cared about how you look, didn’t really bother about the way you dress, but today, unfortunately, will be the start of how your future will be.

The carriage your father asked arrived on time, leaving you no time to internalize everything. Your birthday falls on the first day of courtship week, there will be a lot of people– prospects, in the capitol. Your father has a lot of connections in the government yet, he doesn’t exercise it as much as the others. He still wants you to choose, to have your opinion.

“What do you think about the Zhongs’ only child?” He asks you while you are trying to distract your already churning stomach by looking outside the carriage.

“Eh? Chenle?” You replied without even sparing your father a glance. “He’s nice and all but I think he’s too cocky. I saw him at the games during the festival a few months ago. Haechan said his head was already big, he didn’t expect that it was possible for it to get much bigger.” You added. You heard your father’s quiet chuckle and you finally looked at him.

“Park Jisung?” Your father moves on to another boy. You rested your back on your seat and thought about who he was referring to but quickly shook your head when you finally remembered.

“I can’t marry that bastard! He threw a stone at Haechan when we were 12! He left a scar on my best friend's forehead. I can’t.” You folded your arms to your chest and shook your head again. Your father knows there’s nothing he can do once you act like that. Even him, can never take you away from your principles.

“Hwang Renjun?” Your father continues to suggest some boys name after Jisung and you kept on shaking your head but this one stopped you.

“Are you kidding? We’ll clash. He’s the most law abiding citizen in this town. That boy loathes me.” You emphasize each word as if it’s very difficult for your father to understand.

“Who do you want then?” Your father sighs and places back the list of boys his secretary must have prepared for him back in his pocket. You bit into your lower lip and avoided his eyes. You cannot tell him who exactly, you know he’ll turn it down. You cannot afford another disappointment today.

“I don’t know. I guess…I’ll just see later at the party.” You mumble and breathe heavily, knowing very well that there’s no one in this town who can tolerate you, much less, marry you.

The arrival of your carriage in the capitol still attracted some attention from everyone already present in the scene, your father was a very honorable man after all, it’s just you who taints his record in life. It didn’t bother him though, he’s very proud to have you as his only child, didn’t even protest that you were not born a man that could inherit his position.

“Do you really have to go inside?” You asked him in dismay. He’s needed inside with his fellow governors, leaders of different towns including yours, there were even rumors that someone from the higher up brought his nephew for the courtship week, for he couldn’t pick the right woman last year.

“I’ll be back after the bonfire. I will find you. I’ll also try my best to find someone that suits your taste.” Your father tells you to appease you. You don’t even have a type! But still, you smiled at him and nodded.

“I will also try my best to socialize with the ladies.” You tried to assure your father before turning on your heels.

It is only then that you realize that there were already a lot of people staring at you, whispering to each other, as if you couldn’t hear them.

“Bold of her to assume that she’ll find a match this year. I bet she’s going to die as an old maid.” You heard someone say from a distance and there was laughter right after but you couldn’t bring yourself to turn at them and fight. Not when you promised your father that you’ll at least get along with someone.

Walking in a dress is not that difficult but wearing a pair of high heels while you try to not step on the hem of your dress is harder than knowing how to do math. You just can’t think of a formula and solve every step, it requires skills that you unfortunately do not possess for god damn sake! And so, when you have bumped into someone because you’re too busy looking at your feet as you walk, it didn’t surprise you so much but that didn’t stop you from cursing.

“Oh, fuck..” You breathed, though it wasn’t loud, it was loud enough for the boy in front of you to hear.

“God, I’m so sorry. I’m sorry!” You were so confused at first why he’s apologizing too much but when you finally felt something cold that’s dripping down your dress, your mouth went agape while the people around you only laughed at how you look. All of whatever he’s drinking spilled on your dress and huge stains have already formed on the silk.

Your lovely dress was the only thing that you expected to hold you this day and now that it, too, is already ruined, you felt something erupts inside you. You have reached your limit. You want to snap, yell at everyone, blame everyone for everything that is happening, and maybe curse in front of all these people.

There’s a strong urge that’s pushing you to do it and you almost let it control you but there’s a little voice inside your head that talks to you, ‘you have to appear good and wise today, the council has its eyes on everyone’.

And it took you a lot of strength to finally listen to that voice and suppress your feelings. Holding your anger for as long and as much as you can; you swallowed your pride for the first time in your whole life.

“Let me help, come with me.” The boy offered when you stopped responding, as though you’re stuck in your place. Eventually, you tilted your head up to see who he was but you didn’t recognize him. This town isn’t that big to not know everyone, especially if you have lived here for so long.

“I don’t know you.” You tell him bluntly and strangely, the man laughs. He first looked around him and gave an apologetic smile to the people before he turned again to you and lowered himself to at least match your eye level.

“I don’t know you either. I guess that’s only fair. Come on, let’s clean your dress up.” He retorted in a quiet voice and insisted on taking you somewhere by offering his hand. You pondered if you’re going to take his hand or not, but the whispers around you just pissed you off again and you decided to not take it.

“After you, then.” You replied right after, you really need some help anyway. And instead of taking his offer, you picked up the skirt of your dress with both of your hands, carrying its full weight.

“Alright.” The boy scoffed and took his hand back into his pocket before he started to walk, taking the lead and you both left the people making their own gossip and filthy rumors.

“What’s your name by the way? Why don’t I know you?” You asked when he had led you somewhere in the back garden. There were still people around but it’s just mostly parents who either do not know you, or just really didn’t care about who you are.

Also, you felt like you needed to start a conversation with the stranger, you still feel something weird about him although your gut tells you that he’s not someone who you should be afraid of.

“Mark. Mark Lee. You do not know me because I do not live in this town, my town is far and a lot different from here.” You instantly noticed how he speaks so eloquently, like he’s naturally being careful with how he says things.

He also has an accent that you aren’t familiar with, it just tells you that he’s somewhere from the west. From another town. But those weren’t the only things that caught your attention, his name also sounds familiar, like you have heard it before. Like you have heard Haechan talk about him before.

“Oh! You’re Haechan’s cousin!” You exclaimed when you finally remembered. Mark quickly stopped on his tracks and looked back at you to slightly press one of his fingers on your lips, as if telling you to keep it down.

“How did you know?” He asked in a hushed voice. You shook his finger off from your lips and took a step further back. God, these boys and their lack of spaces.

“I am his bestfriend. Your name isn’t the only thing I know about you, you know.” You taunted and started walking past him, now he’s following your tracks even if you have no idea where he’s supposed to take you.

“I didn’t know that he had one. You know, a friend.” He speaks like he’s mocking your bestfriend. You didn’t take offense, though. Haechan barely talks to anyone, you are his only friend. Even you are in disbelief that he befriended you.

“Well, he doesn’t need to announce it to everyone, does he?” Mark chuckles at your snappy answer and sped up to match your pace and walk beside you. He’s clearly enthralled by you.

“You know who I am now and you’re not even… you know, startled by it?” He asks with his awkward hand gestures, “It seems like you’re more startled now, my Lord.” You teased him and laughed. You saw him playfully roll his eyes and crack a smile as well. At least, you’re getting along.

“Come on, I’m friends with our president’s son. You’re not any different, besides, you ruined my dress.” You halted your steps again and dropped your skirt to show him properly what he’s done. You didn’t even realize how heavy it was until you picked up again.

“You were the one who’s not looking where you’re going!” He yelps surprisingly, putting all the blame to your carelessness.

“You were on my way!” You yelled back and he was about to yell yet another complaint when you two were interrupted by another voice.

“Mark?!” You both snapped your head in the same direction only to be surprised by your best friend's presence. He already had changed his clothes into something fancier, more expensive than the suit he was wearing back in your home earlier.

“Hey, man.” Mark cleared his throat and casually greeted him. You saw Haechan nod his head in his direction before he fixed his gaze on you, he tilted his head to the side as if he wasn’t sure if it’s really you. He even mumbled your name unsurely.

“It’s me, don’t be weird.” You gritted your teeth and eyed him, he wasn’t teasing though, he was surprised to see you. Haechan knows damn well that you are beautiful but you still mesmerize him every single time.

“I’m sorry- wait, what happened to you?” Haechan walks to your place in a snap and you awkwardly look at his cousin who’s now looking at you two as if something’s going on that you are not aware of.

“I’m okay, your cousin here spilled his drink on my dress. I guess it was a fruit shake, how childish.” You tell him. “Woah, don’t be like that, it’s an accident.” Instinctively, you reached for his hand and held it tightly when you felt that he’s about to jump at his cousin.

“My Lord,” and another voice interrupted again. You were the first one to see Haechan’s male servant behind him who was also busy catching his breath, looking like he'd been running around to find his master. So, he didn't notice the commotion promptly and gave you a chance to take a step back, away from your best friend’s touch and go back to Mark’s side.

Haechan knew that you were just being cautious. They do not know that you’re very close friends until now, that you’re the reason why he’s sneaking out a lot, but every time you do that, every single time you go away from him, he could feel his heart sink inside him, as if something is gripping it tightly.

And it tightened even more when he saw you with his cousin. Even when you barely knew each other, Haechan thought of how good you look together now that you’re standing side by side.

You know how jealous he is of Mark, it was over petty little things, something he can bear. He can let his cousin take everything away from him but not you. Not you.

“My Lord, the President is already asking for your presence.” His servant added when he just stared at his hand that you were just holding a minute ago.

“Yeah, I’ll be there.” Haechan looked back at the servant and smiled before he brought his gaze back to his cousin. You also looked at Mark who was standing on your side when he gave his cousin a slight nod and took you carefully by your arm to walk past them.

“Come on, let’s fix that dress.” Mark whispers to you and carefully drags you along with him by placing his hand on the small of your back. You could still feel Haechan’s eyes on you but you didn’t attempt to look back yet. You just walked with Mark until you heard Haechan say “Let’s go.” and that’s when you try to catch a glimpse of him again.

Mark sees you stare at Haechan’s back that’s slowly fading away as he continues to walk in the opposite direction and sighs, “If you like him, why don’t you marry each other?” His question has taken you back but it also elicited a chuckle from you which confuses the boy.

“Because we like each other in different ways.” You corrected then moved slightly away from him and lifted your dress again by yourself.

“You do not like “like” Haechan? He certainly likes you, though.” Mark tried to put a stress on ‘like’ as if he’s trying to let you know of its different meaning. You know your bestfriend likes you, hell, he’s being obvious about it and all but you are always afraid to acknowledge it for god knows what reason.

“He’ll get over it.” He wouldn’t reject you this morning anyway if he doesn’t have a plan to get over it.

“If you do not wish to be with him then who do you want? Come on, it’s the president’s son. Is there anyone better than him?” Mark nudges his arm at your elbow and laughs when you almost lose your balance, he just could not believe that you are not taking the chances given to you. Well, he doesn’t know that you have already tried.

“Where exactly are we going?” You glared at him and tried to change the subject. You couldn’t think of anyone anyway and you’re certainly not sharing everything with this person you just met.

“In here.” You didn’t even catch on that he brought you to the back of the palace, you were too busy minding your steps and thinking carefully about his queries.

You noticed that the place is what servants use to get in and out of the palace. There weren’t so many as they are now busy in the front garden serving guests or in the capitol just beside the palace but whenever they see Mark, they bow their heads and greet him a good day. They know him.

“You’ve been here?” You asked.

“Couple of times. My mother sends me here when she cannot come.” He simply answers.

“Your mother?” You asked, lowering your voice when you have finally stepped in the palace. It wasn’t your first time, your father used to bring you here when you were still not the troublesome child that you are right now and you knew very well where and when to hush your voice unlike your bestfriend.

The sweet smell of flowers in every corner and the carpeted floor did not fail to send you a sense of nostalgia. You used to run around here with Haechan and plan very childish pranks for his servant, it was one of your treasured memories with him.

“Yes, my mother, the Queen.” Mark snaps you out of your daydream and looks at you as if it shouldn’t be news to you already, considering how he thought that you are bright.

“You mean…you’re being led by a woman?” You couldn’t believe what you just heard, you have not heard of such a thing and it baffles you! Mark continues to lead you up the stairs quietly and you just look at him with so many questions in your mind and sparkles in your eyes.

“Yes. My father, the president’s brother, since he couldn’t inherit the position, he’s married off to my mom. Women can lead our place, unlike here, where men are still given authority even when they do not deserve it.” Mark spills his words in disgust and the way you look at him just changes in an instant. You like this guy.

“How come I had no idea that your town exists? I would love to travel and live in such a place!” You only realized that you were thinking and whining aloud when Mark suddenly stopped and your absent mind caused you to bump into him.

He turned to see you then laughed. “Because it is a very exclusive town. Mother does not want an easy entry, you know, she likes being a gatekeeper, like…literally.” Mark gave you an apologetic smile and you were so confused when he offered his hand to you after but gotten even more surprised when you took it.

“Then what can I do to be one of your citizens?” You asked softly, changing your approach, maybe you can buy your way in by being pitied by the Queen’s son.

Mark pulls you to the top of the stairs and opens the door of the room beside him. “Well, Three things. First, you can be a citizen by being born there. Which is physically impossible for you.”

“Right?” You couldn’t help but finish your act and roll your eyes at his feeblemind, “Two?” You dare to ask after.

“It hasn’t been announced yet but I think marrying someone in line for your government official position also counts. Mother wants your next representative to be a woman, as for what I have heard. You have to be endorsed by your husband, though, that’s what they have agreed upon.” Your brain started to malfunction by the mention of another possibility, it ignited something again from inside of you but it also easily died when you thought of how selfish it was. Haechan has already made his point.

“And three?” By this time, the excitement has already faded and Mark caught how bare and obvious you look, you are clearly debating with yourself right now whether to pursue your bestfriend or not. He also assumed and theorized that you unconsciously let your guard down whenever you see or think of his cousin.

“And three, easy, you can just marry me.” Mark added with a sly smirk as he leaned up against the door frame. He is certainly asking you indirectly but you do not have the slightest idea why your mind chose to not be logical as it always had been and say ‘okay’.

Instead, you tell him, “Yeah? I’ll think about it first.” Which draws out a stifled chuckle from Mark that you barely heard, you were too busy thinking about seeing Haechan after this.

“Nope. I think you have to change that dress first. I’ll call a servant, you can stay inside for a while.” He counters and lets you get inside. You are still somewhat lost and flooded but determined with your thoughts when he left you.

Mark honestly liked you from the very first moment you stepped out of your carriage, he would lie if the accident he made wasn’t because he’s staring at you as you make your way to him. Then, when he learned about the fact that you are treasured by Haechan, he planned to like you even more. It’s a jerk move, he clearly knows.

Everything that he told you was the truth, even the abrupt proposal that he thought would make you swerve. You said you do not like your bestfriend by the way he’s insisting anyway, maybe he stands a great chance.

But then you passively rejected him, and that just confirmed that you are as wrapped around his cousin’s finger just as much as he is with yours.

“Lee Haechan, you’ll be the biggest buffoon if you let her get away.” Mark whispers to himself as he climbs down the stairs.

Not long after Mark left you alone in the room, a female servant came to attend to you and fix your dress. She asked you to change to a robe so she could try to clean the stains off your dress, and so you did.

You took your dress off and changed to a nice robe that the servant handed to you. It’s made out of cotton and you instantly liked how it keeps you warm when you cover your body with it. After, the servant has kindly asked you to stay in the room as for what her master asked, which you figured was Mark.

The bedroom is much larger than yours back home, obviously even larger with 3 rooms combined. You’re sure that it is just a guest room because the higher council stays on the top floor. You haven’t been to Haechan’s room but you can already assume how spacious it is.

A couple of knocks on the door have distracted you from wandering around the room and you hurriedly strides towards it to see who it was, maybe it’s already your dress? But it hasn’t been long since the servant left you.

“Wha-..how did you find me?” You were surprised to see your bestfriend standing on the other side when you opened the door. Both of his hands were in his pockets and his eyes set on you straight away when you fully opened the door.

You tilted your head to the side and waited for his reply but Haechan just let out an exasperated sigh and forced you back inside, closing the door behind him right after.

“Why did you fully open the door when you’re just wearing a fucking robe?” He snaps, his voice sharp but low. You have never seen nor heard him angry so you couldn’t tell if he’s angry right now or just not in the mood but it didn’t concern you any longer when it finally registered to you that you are not fully clothed under the robe.

“Oh, yeah… right, I didn’t, It slipped out of my head for a moment.” It certainly flusters you that you are standing right now in front of your bestfriend who is glowering over you for god knows what reason.

“Mark told me that you’ll be here. You probably heard already from him about the changes that the council are considering to make.” Haechan’s voice stays firm and for the first time, you have never thought that your bestfriend could be this serious,

“Yes, I did.” You cleared your throat and confirmed whilst you fought the urge to hug yourself and conceal your body more.

“And? What’s your plan?” Haechan put one of his hands on his waist and ran his fingers with the other over his hair. He looked frustrated but he stayed calm, his voice did not raise and his look at you softened when he realized how flustered you looked.

“I’ll be honest. I do not know what to do.” You spoke under your breath and avoided his eyes. There are only two options laid in front of you that will surely give you what you desire the most but you knew very well that one weighs heavier than the other.

Of course, you would always choose the man in front of you.

“I beg to differ. You know what to do.” Haechan assures you, his voice still unyielding as if he knew that there’s something that you keep on pushing back in that anarchic mind of yours. Whilst you, on the other hand, struggled to find the answer to what he wanted by staring at him intently because for the first time, you couldn’t read him.

“What do you want me to do?” You gave up and confided. Haechan softly chuckled and took a few steps towards you, closing the gap between your bodies to look down to you and you tilted your head skyward to confidently meet his gaze.

“Let me marry you.” Haechan utters to you as he tucks strands of your hair behind your ear. You search for his eyes but they were too captivated by your parted lips, you’ve never seen him this eager and restless and it’s starting to affect you. Like a sort of drug or something.

“Then you must convince the council for me.” It took a lot of courage to not get too distracted and react, you have to keep this going before you lose this side of him again but you could feel the rate of your heartbeat rise when he looked back at you, his gaze much darker and not backing down.

“Baby, I swear, I am working on it.” He coos at you closer, leaning towards the crook of your neck. You immediately feel the shivers run down your spine when he sets both of his hands on your waist.

Being close like this isn’t new to the both of you, you hug, you cuddle, and you comfort each other but it has always been so wholesome, right now, it’s simply the opposite end of the pole. You feel like the smell of his perfume gets into you, making you a little bit dizzy, his voice is ringing into your ears and even though you’re shivering from the cold, his hands on your waist feel so hot, it seeps through your robe and almost burns your skin.

But your head tries its best to process Haechan’s game, you are not here to lose afterall.

“You know that if I marry your cousin, I’ll have an easier time.” You utter under your breath and lean your head onto his collar. Haechan’s grip on your waist tightens at your thought process. He knows you are right.

“But do you want him?”

“I need him.”

“And me?” He pushes you back slightly, his eyes pleading for an answer he’s begging to hear.

You know you couldn’t give him an answer– no, you couldn’t let him know what you were just thinking. You need him and you want him at the same time.

So, instead of giving him a clear response, you resorted to snaking your hand from his chest up to his nape to drag his face down and close to you. You stopped midway and stared at his eyes, he didn’t even flinch or blink. He wants this too.

And he made you know it by initiating the kiss himself, crashing his lips on yours. He definitely caught you off guard but you didn’t push him away like what you always do whenever he gets too close. You let him.

Even when his hands start to travel your sides or even when he pushes you towards the bed as he takes your robe off from your shoulders. You let him. And when his lips travel down your neck and suck on your skin lightly, you don't stop yourself from whining whilst you tug on his hair earning a groan from him.

You felt the bed behind you and you sat on the edge of it as Haechan bends his body down to follow you, pushing you a little bit more so you are laying on the bed instead.

“We cannot do this,” you reminded him, although you are very much aware right now that you do not want him to stop.

“I know, I’m just showing you what you’re going to lose if you’re going to leave me.” He said in between kissing and sucking the skin of your chest. Haechan did not even look at your face, he was too focused on the task in hand and did not even bother to ask once more, he just let his intrusive thoughts win and push back your robes fully, revealing your breasts.

“...or show myself what I’m going to lose if I let you leave me, I guess.” He laughs to himself and you could feel the heat rush to your face as he’s staring so intently at your chest. You felt the urge to cover yourself again but before you could even move, Haechan had already dipped his head on your breasts, sucking and playing with your nipple with his tongue while he played with the other with in between his fingers..

Your back arching like a bow at the sudden contact but the boy’s body hovering over you refrains you from moving too much.

“You look so pretty like this,” Haechan breathed and pushed himself up to look at your already fucked up state, he hasn’t even started yet and you’re already a mess. You’re making him too proud of himself.

“Are you going to touch me again or are we just gonna look at each other now?” You speak so brazenly as if you weren’t just whining under him a moment ago.

“I’m not.” He retorted and intertwined his fingers with yours, holding it firmly on the either side of your head. His face now is serious and dark, it daunts you how he’s able to change the way he looks at you in an instant. One moment he is so endeared by you and now he looks like he’s so done of you being a fucking brat.

“What do you mean?” You asked through gritted teeth. You were too exposed and you could feel your cunt throb against his thigh that’s resting just above it.

“Have you ever touched yourself?” Haechan tilted his head and asked and he easily figured you out when all that you did after his question was leave your mouth agape and avoid his eyes.

“You certainly have.” He mocks you and moves his thigh in between yours, making you gasp at the friction he lets you taste. When he felt your hips buck against him, his smirk grew even wider but then he stopped and pull himself up, leaving you clenching on nothing at the lost of contact.

“Touch yourself.” He orders you around again as if he knows he has the upperhand but you’re not one he can play with, you always want it to be fair. Haechan finally lets you go and sit on his heels but you could feel how heavy your body feels, you couldn’t move immediately.

“And if I don’t?” You pant, eyeing him with your already fluttering eyes.

“I don’t think you’re the one in charge. I am just asking you to marry me for formality but I am still the one that’s going to choose.” He reminds you.

“Are you seriously threatening me right now? Your cousin just asked me to marry him. I could just go to him right now and say yes.” You snapped at him.

“You barely even know him!”

“But he can give me what I want.” Haechan never backs down in any argument but when it comes to you, his mind gets so chaotic that he forgets how to argue.

And with that, he sighs and pushes your legs apart, exposing your already wet bud to him.

“But he can never fuck you like I could .” You know he can be this gutsy, with your whole decade of friendship, of course, the size of his dick has already been one of your topics. You didn’t believe him though, he’s mostly all bark no bite.

“You haven’t fuck anyone how can will I be sure that you’ll live up to my expectations?” You push yourself up with your elbows and raise your eyebrow at him. Your bestfriend smiled foolishly and poke his tongue in the side of his mouth.

“Since when did you see me lacking, my love?” His confidence surely shut you up. Never, you have never seen someone who can outrank him at anything. Academic, sports, arts? He’s like programmed to sit on top of it all.

“Now, give me a nice little show, baby, and I’ll give you everything you want.” He pleads once more and you would lie again if you tell yourself that you do not want to know if he’s telling the truth about his dick.

“Fine. But if my fingers are better than that dick, say goodbye to your bestfriend, Lee Haechan.” You shoot back and lay on your back once more to settle yourself in a comfortable position.

It’s true that you have touched yourself several times, the erotic books you’ve snatched in the public library are to blame but you have never touched yourself with someone watching you. Hell, who even does that?!

But if he dares you to put a nice little show for him, maybe you can push your worries aside for now. And so, with your heart pounding rapidly inside your chest and your hands trembling to your side, you start to untangle your robe and push it aside, revealing your whole body to the boy sitting in between your legs.

You drag your hand over your stomach down to your core and cup it with your warm hand. Your eyes darted to your best friend's bulge that he’s restraining in his pants for a while now.

“Fuck.” Haechan curses under his breath when your middle finger starts to glide easily in between your buds while you try to roll your thumb on your sensitive clit at the same time. Pleasure rushes throughout your body in an instant, your mouth hangs open while your eyes roll at the back of your head.

“H..Haechannie..” You didn’t even realize that you were moaning his name as you touch yourself until you mumbe it out loud. Your eyes start to water but you still dared to look at him and he’s already staring at you with his eyes filled with lust.

“I’m close,” you cried helplessly and rolled your fingers faster on your clit. Your legs are trembling and your back is arching once more as you try to chase your high but you feel something wrap around your wrist firmly, stopping your movement and edging you.

“Fucking he-” You lash out when you see your best friend’s hand stopping you but was quickly cut off when his head dove straight to your cunt and continue where you left off. His tongue licked a stripe in between your folds before he sucked on your clit harshly making you scream and hold onto his hair.

Haechan groans at the pain you’re inflicting on his scalp but the vibrations of his groans just push you closer to your high. You can feel his tongue mimicking your middle finger eazlier, pushing and pulling inside your entrance while his thumb rolls on your clit.

You could feel the knot in your stomach tightens as Haechan continue to suck and fuck you with his tongue, your legs closes around his head and you were afraid theat you’ll suffocate him but when he hugged your thighs together, you let him bring you to your orgasm as he pleases.

And with one more suck on your bud, you were coming on his tongue and he gladly swallows everything your cunt lets out until you ride out your high.

“You didn’t let me finish with just my fingers.” You protested when he lifted his head from your thighs, his lips and chin were glistening with your arousal and you cursed inside your head when he wiped the side of his mouth with his thumb and sucked on it right after.

“I thought you were asking for help, you know I could never forsake you if you’re moaning my name like that.” He said and got up from the bed. Your mind started to go haywire right after that.

Haechan started to take his clothes off in front of you as if it’s not something he should mind and when he got to his pants, you just wanted to swallow everything that you told him before about his dick because the boy was not kidding when he told you he’s big.

His cock sprung forward and you noticed the veins running from its base to its reddish tip, only when he started hovering you is when you realize that it’s going to go inside you any moment now.

“It’s not going to fit..” You told him and he laughed at you.

“How can you be so smart and so dumb at the same time, baby?” He buried his head in your neck with pure adoration and giggled.

“It’ll fit. Do you trust me?” He whispers closely and you nod your head.

“That’s my girl,” he purrs and starts rolling his tip on your bud, sliding it up and down between your folds making you gasp and lift yourself when it tickles your core.

“Ooh, my baby, you’re good, you’re good.” Your best friend didn’t stop whispering phrases and sweet things to you as he lifted your lower body up, wrapping both of your legs around his waist and planting his knees deep on the mattress before he started pushing his shaft inside you little by little.

“Haech..” You whimper at the little discomfort but Haechan hushes you once again as he pushes deeper inside you, your earlier release making it easy for him to thrust inside you and you both let out a hoarse scream when he sheathed himself fully in one thrust.

“I can feel you throbbing inside me.” His laugh at your silly observation was short and impatien.

“That’s because I want to fuck you so badly, baby.” The amount of willpower that Haechan holds just to stop himself from destroying you right there and there was exquisite. As much as he wants to split you in half, he waits for you to adjust. He also needs to win this bet anyway.

“Can I fucking move?” He asks you once he feels that you’re not clenching too hard anymore.

“Yes.” And he swore he could hear the angels sing directly to his ears when you finally said it.

At first, his thrust was shallow and slow, just enough to let you get used to his size and thrusting but when you started to meet his thrusts, Haechan lost the patience he was just holding and started pulling himself until his tip just to push his full size inside you.

Both of your moans and the skin slapping, echoes inside the room. It was a good thing that people are also loud outside but it doesn’t completely conceal both of your names that you two scream as you hurriedly chase your orgasms.

You couldn’t help but clench around him when the knot in your stomach started to build once again, the familiar tickle of butterflies in your stomach intensified with every thrust that your bestfriend made. He was hitting your spot so perfectly every time he pushed back inside your cunt and your walls sucked him in fully and warmly. You couldn’t get enough of each other and you two fully realize that.

“Do that again.. Fuck! Clench around me, baby, please.” He begs and scuk on the flesh of your neck. You clench around him again and again and his growls grow louder, his hips start to stutter, and you can tell that he’s just as close.

“I-I’m coming..” You announce and he slightly nods his head. Haechan starts to push inside you harder and deeper until you are rolling both your head and eyes back, your walls spasming around him as you come around him.

But Haechan wasn’t done, he continued to snap his hips faster until you were crying messily. Your nails started to scratch his back and his hands held onto your thighs tighter you’re sure it’s going to bruise.

“Ha..echan.. I- I can’t!” You scream.

“Just.. a little bit more, love. Give me one more.” He asked you through gritted teeth. You’re still too sensitive from your earlier orgasms but the way he pushed inside you and reached the parts you could never reach yourself, the tight knot started to form again and before you knew it, you were coming again while Haechan pulled out of you to release on your stomach and thighs.

“Fuck, I’m coming so much.” You heard him surse and you looked down between your bodies so you could watch his dick twitch on top of you as he released streaks of warm cum.

Haechan proudly looks down on your body covered with your own cum and his cum once he lets you down. That’s why even if it’s disgusting for you, he plops down on top of your body and knocks a breath out of you.

“God, you’re disgusting!” You protested once you calmed yourself down a bit and tried to push him off but you were too drained to even lift your arm.

“But you’re going to marry me.” He confidently announced as if you have already decided.

“I think Mark can fuck me better.” You teased him and he quickly pushed himself up and lifted one of his eyebrows.

“You think?” He asked again and you nodded but a whine immediately escaped your lips when you felt two of his fingers push inside your cunt again. Haechan just let his fingers deep inside you as you clench around him again.

“Your cunt says otherwise though.”

“Fuck you.” You hit him hard on his chest and removed his fingers. Haechan laughed at how easily he can annoy you but stayed on top of you to look at you endearingly after.

“What?” You asked when it’s getting a little weird.

“Seriously, do you want to be with me?” Your bestfriend seriously asked you, he wouldn’t lie, his heart is pounding rapidly in his chest like a fucking chest.

“Yes. I want to.” You tell him and Haechan swears, words aren’t enough to explain the happiness he feels at the moment but he can tell that you are the reason behind it. You have always been.

And you can only hope that he wouldn't have the same reason once that amount of happiness turns to a much greater pain.

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Hello! thank you so much for waiting >< I’ve been so busy with school and wasn’t able to write as much but I hope you like this part! (I also have to apologize for any form of errors I made here)

I still don’t know how many parts I’d make but we’ll see!

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