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chapter 1: infestation

wc: ~1.3k

Jeonghan was no stranger to the strange and unusual. He was a quick-witted and sharp individual, and not much spooked him. So when he saw that an old home was up for sale in his dream city, he more or less jumped at the chance.

“Cheol, I swear I’m fine,” he said through the phone as he fumbled with his key in the lock. “As a matter of fact, I’m really excited for this change.”

“I just want you to be careful,” his boyfriend’s muffled voice came through the receiver. “You said you won’t have electricity for almost a whole week and you’re in a really secluded part of town.”

“So it’s a bit of a fixer-upper,” Jeonghan chuckled. “I’m a grown man, a little bit of darkness isn’t gonna scare me.” He yanked his wrist to the right and the lock clicked. “Gotta go, I love you!”

“I lo-” Seungcheol’s voice was cut off when Jeonghan hung up a bit too early as he threw all of his body weight against the door to shoulder it open. So the door stuck. Seungcheol was good with tools and Jeonghan knew that he would be obliterating traffic laws to visit him if he asked.

Jeonghan began dragging boxes up the stairs, the entire time wondering why the hell he didn’t ask Seokmin or Seungkwan to help him. Seungkwan would probably complain the whole time and Seokmin would definitely drop something mildly valuable but still, the process would be the tiniest bit easier.

He finished unpacking his bedroom after an hour and a half of meticulous planning. The bathroom was slightly less intensive, dumping stuff in drawers was about all he had the energy to do, especially with no light. The furniture had thankfully been delivered the day before, so he had a couch to crash on as the last bit of natural light slipped through the windows.

Not having any earthly idea of how to use his kitchen appliances in the dark, Jeonghan settled for ordering Thai food from a restaurant that was, get this, almost thirty miles away. He slurped his noodles and curry while staring off into space, recalling the frantic delivery boy’s trouble finding the house. He had answered the door to an eighteen-year-old with abject terror in his eyes who had muttered something about a “demon house” before inexplicably pushing 70 to get out of there.

Jeonghan retired to his bedroom after dinner, finding that despite the early hour, the unpacking and heavy lifting had worn him out enough to fall asleep relatively easily. This ended up being quite good for him because at seven o’clock on the dot the next morning, he heard a frighteningly loud knock at the front door. He dragged himself out of bed, through on a hoodie, and tripped down the stairs. Upon opening the door, he found two men around his age, grinning at him like they had just won the lottery despite it being the literal ass crack of dawn on a Saturday.

“Hi!” the taller of the two men exclaimed, waving his hand at the speed of light. “I’m Soonyoung, and this is Chan!” he gestured to the man next to him, whose grin got impossibly wider. “We’re your neighbors and we just wanted to introduce ourselves to you since we’re going out on a run anyway.”

Jeonghan groaned. “You’re voluntarily doing physical activity right now?”

Chan chuckled sheepishly. “We’re sorry for waking you up so early. We’re just pretty busy people even on weekends so we didn’t want to come off as rude for not introducing ourselves.”

Jeonghan laughed quietly and shrugged. “Well, I wasn’t even aware that I had neighbors. Where do you guys live anyway?”

“Wayyy over there.” Soonyoung pointed off to his left at a house so far away that Jeonghan had to squint to make out a structure at all. “The people who built these properties were small-time farmers who needed the space, and overall just private people. Now the forest has pretty much taken the land back, but we cleaned it up a bit when we moved in a few years ago.”

Chan looked at his watch. “Well, you probably want to go back to sleep and we have to hit three miles before eight so we gotta run, literally.” He chuckled at his joke. “It was nice to meet you, Jeonghan! Also, I just wanna warn you that past residents of your house have reported strange, probably paranormal activity so just be aware!” Jeonghan waved as the two jogged off over the hill. The weight of what Chan said wouldn’t hit him until he was crawling back under the covers.

When Jeonghan woke up again around ten, the memory of the throwaway warning about ghosts in his house hit him like a bus. He curled up into a ball and fumbled for his phone, frantically scrolling through his contacts. As the phone rang, he tried (and mostly failed) to regulate his breathing.

“Hello?” a voice on the other end answered.

“Jihoon!” Jeonghan exclaimed a little too loudly. “What do you know about the paranormal?”

He could practically feel Jihoon’s eye roll through the line. “I don’t believe in that shit, Jeonghan. Hang on.” He called to someone in the other room. “Gyu! Han’s asking about ghosts.”

Running footsteps were heard as Mingyu presumably barreled into the room and snagged Jihoon’s phone. “Oh my god, Jeonghan! You moved into that really freaky looking house in the woods, right?”

Jeonghan bit his lip and nodded, scanning his room cautiously. “Just got here yesterday.”

He could hear the grin in Mingyu’s voice. “Any spooky stuff yet?”

Jeonghan shook his head, but as he did, his eyes fell on his bedroom window, where there appeared to be a swarm of flies crawling around the glass. It was October, that shouldn’t have been happening. “There’s flies in my window, Gyu.”

Mingyu gasped. “That’s a sign!”

Jeonghan bit his nail. “A sign of what?”

“A sign that there’s a presence,” Mingyu furrowed his brow. “Although I can’t remember whether it means that it’s malignant…”

Jeonghan groaned. “Oh, great, just when I thought you might be able to help me.”

“Hey, hey, I probably still can,” Mingyu retorted. “Just… keep an eye out for any other ‘haunted house’ type activity, alright? I want you to stay safe.”

“Okay, I can do that,” Jeonghan replied, taking a deep breath. “Bye, Mingyu.”

“Bye, Hannie!” The line went dead and Jeonghan tried to remember how to move his legs. Just then, he heard the faint sound of running water coming from his bathroom. He crept up to the doorway and peered inside. He got there just in time to see the sink faucet dripping, but it stopped almost as soon as he laid his eyes on it.

Jeonghan was, to say the absolute least, on edge. He stumbled down the stairs just in time to see his rocking chair, his fucking beloved rocking chair, creaking like the devil as it rocked back and forth all on its own. What the actual hell? he asked himself. He shook himself off and dug through one of the unpacked boxes for a fly swatter and bugspray.

Jeonghan made the trek back up the stairs and started doing a number on the flies in the window. Or so he thought. The flies were like a hydra. He would spray the entire window and more would appear. Every time he smashed one, two more would materialize. It was ridiculous.

Eventually, Jeonghan gave up and just pulled the curtains closed. Over the next couple of days, strange odors would surface from his kitchen cabinets and voices would whisper in his ear whenever he closed his eyes. Sometimes, when he would wake up in the middle of the night, he would see the shadows from his bedroom furniture begin to change shape, even after he gained electricity. What he never seemed to notice, however, were the two very real, very human faces watching him through his downstairs windows.

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You Are My Escape

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Pairing: Seungcheol x gender neutral reader

Rating/Warnings: 18+, dry humping

Synopsis: Seungcheol had a bad day at work and just wanted to relax

Word Count: 1300-ish

Seungcheol had a rough day at work. All he wants to do is fall face first into bed and scream into his pillow. The morning traffic was awful, he hit every red light, he was given the wrong coffee order but was in such a rush that he didn't know until it was too late and he was long gone from the coffee shop. All of his clients were rude, there was something wrong with everyone's accounts that he had to fix, so he was late getting off work. Of course, with it being Friday he couldn't have a good day and was fated with a rough end to the week. 

You've been together long enough that you were able to pick up on the frustration of his sighs, no matter how faint they are. 

As much as Seungcheol wants to head to bed, he can't. Not when he sees you lounging in your new reading chair enjoying what he assumes is another cute romance novel. You peek up and over your book to give him a sweet smile and your eyes say a million words. That you're there for him. Seungcheol straightens his posture and has to fight back tears that are threatening to fall. 

The work day sucked, but you make everything suck so much less. It doesn’t take long for him to get comfortable in the chair with you. 

Seungcheol’s eyes widen as he follows along with your book. What confuses him the most is how you don’t appear to be bothered by what you’re reading. Your breathing is steady, face is expressionless, like you’re reading a normal book, and he’s lying between your legs, head on your stomach and he can feel his ears turning red and his jeans tighten. He could look away, but the shock of what you’re reading has caught his attention, and he can’t seem to look away. 

You notice his movements as he tries to readjust himself, and decide to close your book, placing it on the arm of the chair.  

“You okay?”

“Your book is very…” Seungcheol tries to find the right word to describe the sex scenes in your book. “Descriptive?” Once again, he shifts, almost as if that would make his jeans feel less tight, but he knows it’s a lost cause. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be distracting. Please, enjoy your book.”

Not wanting the book to get in the way, you take it off the arm of the chair and place it on the coffee table. You knew that was the end of reading for you, and you were more than okay with that.

“You’re so much more important than the book, though.”

Your hand starts on his chest and slides down his torso to the top of his jeans, mindlessly toying with the button and zipper. Seungcheol places his hand on top of yours, sighs and lets his body sink and relax into yours. As you move your hand to delicately drag your fingers over Seungcheol’s cock, he pushes his hand hard onto yours and tilts his head backwards to rest on your shoulder, a soft moan escaping his lips. 

“Please. Don’t stop.” 

“I’m sorry you had a rough day.” 

Seungcheol finds himself pressing even harder against your hand, your thoughtfulness turning him on even more. Finally accepting the fact that you’re not going to keep reading and are more than willing to give Seungcheol what he needs, he changes positions so he can face you, desperate for more. Slowly, you slide your hands into your boyfriend’s hair and gently tug. The sight of Seungcheol makes your brain falter for a moment, he looks stunning, staring up at you with his beautiful brown eyes; wide and begging, almost as if he’s ready to cry. 

“Work for it.”

Those words flip a switch in Seungcheol and he has his face buried in your neck, leaving a trail of bite marks all while moving his hips, dragging his cock over your thigh. While you’re dragging your nails down his back, the noises that are coming out of him, the way he’s moaning your name, it’s all music to your ears. One hand on the back of the chair, Seungcheol takes his free hand to place at the top of your jeans, his pace never faltering. The words that slip past his lips are broken, he can barely form a sentence. 

“Damn. I didn't think a simple sex scene in a book would turn you on this much.”

He ignores your teasing and manages to ask through his moaning. “Can I touch you? Please?”

There is no way you are going to cave in so easily to the pouty look on his face, no matter how much you want to. That’s when the idea hits you. You place your hand along Seungcheol’s jawline and delicately drag your thumb across his bottom lip. Without hesitation his mouth parts and closes around your thumb, sucking it into his mouth.

“No. You can't.” You finally answer after what feels like an eternity. Seungcheol places his hand on top of yours and pulls your hand away and presses his lips to the back of your hand to show he understands. “But I’ll touch you. Get on your back and take your shirt off.”

Without a word, his arms are flailing while he tries to remove his shirt as quick as he can possibly manage, tossing it across the living room as if the fabric offended him. 

“Just tell me what to do.” Seungcheol switches places with you and lets his body relax into the chair, ready to accept whatever you’re willing to give him. “I’m yours.”

“Thank you. I love you.” 

You’re fully aware of his eyes on you while you kiss down his chest and abdomen, appreciating every inch of him.

“I love you-” Seungcheol lets out a gasp of excitement when you get to the button of his jeans, lifting his hips up to help you take them off. “-too.”

Wanting to help your boyfriend relax, you took your time with him, not quite giving in to what he wants and, calmly stroking his cock through his boxers.

“I love these boxers on you. They make your ass look great.” Your hands move to hold his hips and then slide your fingers into the waistband. “We should take them off.”

“Please. I’m a grown man. I don’t want to cum in my boxers.”

“But it’s so sexy,” you counter. “Seeing you all fucked out and desperate.”

The relief on Seungcheol’s face is clear when you pull his boxers down, his cock finally free from the restricting fabric. The only mistake he makes is looking down at you, eyes full of lust staring up at him, your tongue sticking out, getting ready to take him in your mouth. The sight has him pushing his cock towards your mouth, and the slight touch of the tip of his cock to your lips instantly triggering his orgasm. The dry humping, the teasing, you. There was no way for him to hold back, leaving himself and your face a mess.

“I’m sorry!” He’s trying to get up to help clean you up, until you stop him.

“It’s fine. Don’t move. I don’t want anything getting on the chair.”

Slightly embarrassed at himself, Seungcheol watches you as you collect some tissues to clean everything up, but takes them from you.

“If you do it I’ll just get hard again.”

“You say it like it’s a bad thing.”

“Give me an hour.” He smiles. “How about we get cleaned up and order dinner?”

An offer that’s hard to refuse, and that’s exactly what you do. Once dinner comes to an end Seungcheol finds his way back in your embrace. One leg thrown over yours and his head on your chest, ready for a nap that has been calling to him all day. There will never be anything better than ending the day with you. 

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a/n: this is a little spinoff for bomticc seokmin. a lovely anon requested some expansion because they appreciated the asexual representation through his character, so i figured, why the hell not! i'm so glad that my work can validate people and make them feel safe. as always, enjoy! <3

content warning: brief mentions of sexual assault. it isn't detailed in any way but i want everyone to be aware of what they're about to read.

relationships: very brief seokmin x seungcheol; implied future seokmin x joshua

wc: ~1.9k

we cannot change the cards we are dealt, just how we play the hand.

-Randy Pausch, "The Last Lecture"

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Seokmin was sitting in a booth in Maroon Chai, swinging his legs and sipping a hazelnut latte. Every once in a while, Joshua – who was drying mugs behind the counter – would shoot him a “you’re still here alone?” glance overflowing with pity and something… deeper and not quite readable. Well, he could stuff his pity.

Seokmin rolled his eyes and glanced at his watch. 2:20 PM. He was supposed to be here twenty minutes ago. Seokmin sighed and made to leave, not missing Joshua’s pointed stare, when Seungcheol burst through the door with a jacket slung over his shoulder, looking like he had just run two miles to get there.

Joshua smiled tightly. “Hello, Seungcheol. I almost wasn’t expecting you.” He turned and began busying himself with what he knew Seungcheol usually ordered.

Seungcheol blinked before turning to Seokmin. “I’m so sorry I’m late, I was…” He paused, clearly trying to think of an excuse that would be more acceptable than whatever actually held him up, but then thought better of it and shook his head. “I’m just sorry. I don’t usually run late but sometimes things happen.”

“It’s alright,” Seokmin reassured him with a soft smile. Jeonghan and Seungkwan, ever the perfect enemies to besties trope, had set him and Seungcheol up for coffee. They had reassured him that with their track record, even if romance didn’t blossom between them, a friendship would sprout up like those flowering weeds that society groomed people into hating.

In Seokmin’s opinion, this outing was headed in the weedy direction. Seungcheol was nice, he had a good sense of humor, a warm smile, and balanced a baby face with the body of a linebacker in training better than most, despite having played baseball instead. But every time Seokmin would catch Joshua’s wandering eyes that the latter was clearly trying to disguise as routine managerial surveillance, the sinking feeling of doubt in his stomach would get slightly heavier.

“Apologies, but I don’t think we should see each other again like this,” Seokmin stated bluntly as he and Seungcheol grabbed their coats to leave the café.

Seungcheol paused, half of his arm through a sleeve. “Alright, I have to admit that I wasn’t exactly feeling sparks either.” He shrugged the rest of his jacket on and held the door open for Seokmin to walk through.

Seokmin smiled weakly. “Glad we’re on the same page, then. Have a good rest of your day, Seungcheol.” The two parted ways just outside, heading in opposite directions.

Seokmin sighed, hands buried deep in his pockets and face tucked tight into the collar of his outerwear. He couldn’t help but ponder the nature of the date. There was politeness in the air, but throughout the hour and a half the two spent together, they couldn’t penetrate the stiff energy that their conversations held. Is this how all of my dates are going to go? he wondered as he scurried home. His usual trademark bubbliness hadn’t surfaced at all in the coffee shop, which was incredibly rare.

Normally, Seokmin would snag a second date to truly test the waters. Kind of like how it’s often encouraged to try a second bite of food before deciding whether it’s truly despicable. But this time, Seokmin was too fed up to even bother. He didn’t feel a physical pull from his potential love interests the way his friends did. His pull relied on a feeling of safety and understanding, and it seemed that his receptors were burned out. He furrowed his brow as he climbed the stairs of his apartment building. Maybe he was more demiromantic than he thought? He did feel more romantic potential for himself around his single friends…

Seokmin shook his head with the hopes of clearing the thoughts from his mind. Now wasn’t the time for intense, abstract contemplation about the relative absurdity of his identity. Now was the time for curling up on the couch and rotting, preferably with a giant brownie sundae in hand and some trashy reality show or soap opera on the TV.

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Seokmin was home for the week. A rare occurrence, seeing as he would often disappear for days at a time without warning. His friends hated it, but they had his location, so really, it was their faults that they often didn’t know where he was. Being home, he saw no reason why he shouldn’t invite them all over.

So there they all were, scattered across his living room. Jeonghan was sprawled across the back of the couch like he owned it (he didn’t, but good luck trying to tell him that). Jihoon was practically horizontal in a recliner, eyes closed, apparently trying to block out his surroundings. Soonyoung was trying to scramble onto the chair with him but failing miserably, as he was surprisingly uncoordinated in any context other than the dance studio. Yn and Joshua were settled on the floor giggling to each other. There was a perfectly usable loveseat right there but clearly proximity was of the utmost importance.

Jun flounced into the room, iced tea in hand, and catapulted himself over the back of the couch to sit next to Seokmin. In doing so, he used Jeonghan’s ass as a launchpad, earning a startled yelp and an “I told you to stop doing that!” from the other. “Seok, buddy, pal, I know you don’t drink for whatever mysterious tree dweller reason, but would it kill you to have a six pack or two in your fridge for those of us who do when you plan a hangout?” He threw his arm around Seokmin’s shoulder and squeezed a little too tight, as was his style. “Or are you scared of getting I.D.’d by a twenty-year-old who doesn’t get paid enough to care whether your license is legit?”

Seokmin shrugged. “I guess I just didn’t think about it, I’m so used to not drinking by now that it barely occurs to me outside of a bar that other people actually choose to do it.” He side eyed the man whose arm was still boa constricting his upper body. “And if you can’t get through a get-together without something like that, then maybe you need to reconsider some things.”

Jun blinked, taken slightly aback by the bite in Seokmin’s words. “That’s not- I wasn’t- It was a joke.” He slowly retracted his arm, sharing a concerned look with Joshua across the room. “Are you okay, man?”

Seokmin sighed. “Yeah, I think so… I don’t know, actually, I’ve had boring date after boring date, I’ve been having some really nice thoughts and feelings about…” He oh-so-subtly glanced over at Joshua. “Somebody. And on top of that, I’ve also been having some flashbacks that tonally are pretty much the exact opposite of those feelings.”

That got Jihoon’s attention, at least somewhat. He peeked an eye open. “Flashbacks of what, exactly?”

Seokmin bit his lip, worrying it between his teeth. “So, we all know that I kind of fit the rose-colored glasses stereotype when it comes to romance, right?” After receiving nods from the rest of the room, he continued, “Well, mine aren’t so much glasses as rose-colored contacts. I have to all but gouge my eyes out in order to be realistic.”

Yn grimaced. “Yeah, contacts are a bitch.” They smirked. “I wear glasses mostly; I only wear contacts when Vernon and I-”

Joshua clapped a hand over their mouth. “I think he’s the last person that you want to be talking about that with, darling.”

Seokmin chuckled dryly. “That’s another thing. I’m ace, we get it, we’ve beaten that horse to death and desecrated its corpse.” Next to him, Jun winced at the visual. “But I’m constantly debating whether to lean into discussions and jokes about sex and risk being invalidated or to express disgust every time and be labeled a stereotype.” He groaned, digging the heels of his palms into his eyes. “You know that emoji of the person just standing that people use to express shock or indecision? That’s the most accurate comparison I can draw.”

Jeonghan gently moved Seokmin’s hands away from his eyes, giving them a light squeeze. “I’m sorry, bub, people need to understand that you’re still a whole person and won’t function like the cardboard cutout of your orientation.” He shifted to wrap his arms around Seokmin’s shoulders before continuing, “But you were talking about flashbacks a minute ago and I don’t want you to drift so far down the river that you can’t get back to shore, so do you want to continue with that?”

Seokmin nodded. “I used to drink pretty frequently in college. Almost every weekend I would go out, get drunk, and then stumble home.” He shifted uncomfortably on his cushion. “I was seeing this one person at that time, who technically knew I was asexual but I guess lacked enough of an understanding of the orientation?”

Jun rolled his eyes. “Annnnd, here we go. Yet another self righteous asshole who can’t rotate their eyeballs around to examine their own shortcomings.”

“That’s a pretty accurate description, actually,” Seokmin admitted. “Just, you know, add in the fact that those shortcomings extended to personal crimes.”

Soonyoung cocked his head cautiously. “W-When you say personal crimes…”

Seokmin swallowed slightly painfully before recounting the night that made him go permanently sober. He spoke of the club lights that made his vision go blurry at the edges before he had a single drink. The bass thudding in his chest from the house music that was just bordering the precipice of too loud. Losing just enough of the composure that he had started to regard as a standard for himself. Being pulled off the dance floor into one of the dingy single-use bathrooms. The glass shattered on the floor, blood-red grenadine puddles pooling across the scuffed tile. The hands that wandered where they shouldn’t, attempting to claim him as their own.

By the time Seokmin finished, the air in the room had gone stale, silent, still. Everyone sat frozen, whether out of shock or fury, he couldn’t tell, like they were all scared to even breathe lest they force themselves to acknowledge their friend’s reality through oxygen intake. The only one who voluntarily moved was Jihoon, who had shot up into a ramrod straight position, causing Soonyoung to go flying towards the opposite wall, spluttering like a fish out of water.

Yn took a shaky breath before asking, “Are you okay, Seokmin?” They bit their lip so hard that Seokmin was worried they’d draw blood.

Seokmin nodded slowly. “As okay as I can be, I guess. I never saw them again after that.” He leaned back into Jeonghan’s reassuring squeeze. “Must’ve felt guilty.”

Jihoon chuckled darkly. “Please. People like that hardly have a conscience.”

Jun looked to be frozen solid, like someone had dumped a bucket of water on him. His voice barely reached an audible decibel when he spoke. “So… Can I become a boa constrictor again?”

Seokmin snorted a quiet laugh before nodding. Before Jun could move, Joshua dove and intercepted Seokmin in a bone-crushing hug, almost knocking Jeonghan off the couch. One by one, the others moved to embrace him as well.

Seokmin smiled softly. With friends like these, who needs romance? he thought to himself. He tightened his hold around Joshua’s waist. Oh, who am I kidding.

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that's awkward

🌙 starring. Jeon Wonwoo x afab!Reader 

🔮 preview. Wonwoo wears glasses, but he’s not blind. He knows you’re a very gorgeous girl, and you’re sweet and smart to top it all off. He’s used to restricting himself, not allowing visions of you in compromising situations to pass through his mind’s eye, although this image is strictly medical, and he knows it shouldn’t stir something inside of him, but it does anyway, and a wave of shame passes over him as a result.

tw/cw. Protected sex, lots of talk about birth control/IUD’s in specific, awkward warning, fingering, praise, dirty talk, Wonwoo’s a touch pervy, dry humping, grinding, foreplay, multiple reader orgasms, orgasming together, breast/body worship, etc… 

👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 6.7k 

🍭 aus. Best friends to lovers, nurse!Wonwoo, roommates au, crack/comedy, realism, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. I’m not going to lie, this one is awkward comedy crack realism. I thought it would be funny to touch base on birth control, and some of the weird things that happen with IUDs. while birth control is often mentioned in passing in fic, I’ve never seen an in depth thing about it, or a fic with a plot centered around an IUD gone rogue lol. I love awkward nurse bestie Wonwoo, and I hope you do too!

Prologue:

“You look tense,” Wonwoo, your best friend, notes as you sit down with him in the library. “What was that phone call about?”

“It was my roommate Sumi,” you sigh. “She’s decided to move in with her boyfriend, and now I don’t know how I’m going to afford the apartment.”

The nursing major pushes his glasses back up his nose, studying you in the quizical way he’s been studying everyone since you were children. “So what are you thinking?”

“I don’t know. Give up the lease? Move out of my dream apartment on campus and go live with my parents, deal with the two-hour commute-” Even thinking about it is making your heart race with anxiety, and you let out a huff, putting your head down on the table.

“There are other options,” Wonwoo points out.

“Like what?”

“Find another roommate.”

“Sumi was enough of a mess to live with, and she’s been my friend since I met her at the welcome-to-university day last year. Where am I going to find a nice, quiet roommate, who doesn’t bring her boyfriend over to bang every night or want to throw parties or leave the kitchen a mess-”

Wonwoo chuckles, leaning back in his chair as he watches your meltdown.

“If it’s not weird, I could move in with you,” he offers once your rant ends.

You stare at him.

Wonwoo’s been your best friend since grade school, and although the two of you are super close, you’d never considered a coed living situation with him. You know he’s a clean freak with a hint of ocd, it’s part of the reason he’s doing so well with his nursing classes- but, could you really live with him?

You’ve always found Wonwoo to be attractive, well, the attraction had grown in high school when the thin sweetheart had grown out a bit, his shoulders broadening and his baby fat disappearing with frequent stints at the gym. 

“Would you really do that?” you ask. “Move in with me?”

Wonwoo shrugs. “My lease is up on my one-bedroom. Your place is actually on campus, so I wouldn’t have to commute thirty minutes to and from school. We’re comfortable with each other, and we’ve been friends long enough to sort out any roommate growing pains. I think it could work out.”

He’s always so reasonable, so logical, and staring at this man, you realize he’s found the perfect solution to your problem, just as he always does.

“You know what, Wonwoo?” You let out a breath and find yourself smiling. “Let’s be roommates.”

One:

Before you’d moved in with Wonwoo, you two had been extremely close, but after a year and a half of living together, the only way you could be closer is if he was literally inside of you and fucking your brains out every day.

It’s because of this closeness, as well as his major, that you go to him when you begin to have stomach aches that persist for two weeks.

The nurse-to-be is sitting in the living room, reading through a textbook with a notepad to jot on when you approach.

“Hey, I’ve got a question for you,” you say, taking a seat next to him.

“What’s up?” he asks, immediately putting his studies to the side to focus on you.

“I’ve been having these stomach aches,” you sigh.

“Has your diet or water intake changed recently?”

“No.”

“So you’re eating properly and not resorting to a one hundred percent ramen-based diet like you did last final season?”

You laugh, pushing his knee. “No, I’m being good, I promise!”

He studies you carefully. “What kind of stomach pain?”

“Sometimes it’s sharp, and sometimes it’s like a dull ache.”

“Show me the location?”

Releasing a sigh, you bring your hand to your lower abdomen. “It’s kind of around here.”

Wonwoo looks down at the spot you’re indicating, then back up to you. “When was your last period?”

“Like… two weeks ago?”

“So you’re not due for one, which means it’s not period pains.”

“I know period pains,” you assure him, “and this is different.”

“Would you say it’s in a similar location to your usual period pains?”

You know his line of questioning immediately, and you let out a scoff. “I’m not pregnant, Wonwoo. We both know this is a celibate apartment since we’re married to our studies, and besides, I have an IUD.”

Wonwoo nods, and you can see the wheels in his mind turning. “How long have you had the IUD?”

You shrug. “I don’t know, a couple of years? Why is that relevant?”

“Well, I don’t know much about birth control, but I do know that sometimes IUDs or other birth control implants can… shift.”

Shift.

The word sounds so ominous, and you can’t help the mortified expression that crosses your face. “My IUD hasn’t shifted,” you insist. “That can’t be what’s happening.”

Wonwoo shrugs. “If you say so.”

Your mouth feels dry, and the idea that the tiny foreign birth control object inside of you has shifted makes you feel nauseous, so you’re impatient to change the subject.

“I’m sure it’s just anxiety or something,” you tell him, letting out a deep breath.

“Keep an eye on it, and let me know if the stomach pain persists. If you need me to take you to the on-campus hospital, I’m sure they’d figure it out for you. Give an ultrasound if they think it’s IUD-related, or offer alternative possibilities.” 

“I appreciate that, but I’m sure it’s nothing,” you insist. For someone who’s best friends with a nurse, you don’t like hospitals very much, and getting the IUD inserted had been a traumatic enough experience to deter you from anything gynecological until the timeline on your implant has ended. You’ve got a couple of years until you’ll need to get the bugger taken out, and nothing is going to inspire you to go check on it, especially not a recurring stomach ache. 

Two:

Wonwoo’s walking to a seminar with his classmate Yeji when you pop into his mind. It’s been a couple of days since you told him about your stomach aches, and he wants a female perspective on it.

He’s heard horror stories about IUDs and other forms of birth control, but Wonwoo’s man enough to admit he doesn’t know enough about the subject.

“Hey, Yeji?” Wonwoo asks.

“What’s up?” she responds, not looking up from her phone, where she’s looking over notes to prep for the seminar.

“So my roommate mentioned she’s been having cramps for a while-”

“Is she eating and drinking water okay?”

“Yeah, she’s good.”

“How about alcohol?”

“Neither of us are big drinkers,” Wonwoo admits.

“Okay, what about her period?”

Wonwoo loves how Yeji is asking all the questions he’d asked, it’s a sign he was doing the right line of enquiry. Wonwoo respects his classmate, and to know they have the same thought process is encouraging.

“She’s not due for it yet, not for another week or two.”

“Is she on birth control?”

“An IUD.”

Yeji looks up from her phone, and there’s a knowing twinkle in her eye, making Wonwoo chuckle.

“Yeah,” he sighs. “I think we’re thinking the same thing.”

“It’s probably an IUD-related issue,” Yeji confirms. “Was the pain in her lower abdomen?”

“Uh huh.”

“Kind of like an ache, but sometimes sharp feelings too?”

“Yeah.”

“She has to check for her strings,” Yeji deduces.

There’s an immediate rush of embarrassment and heat to Wonwoo’s ears, and his voice cracks when he repeats, “Check for her strings?” 

“You know, reach up in there and see if she can feel them. That’s a good way to see if the IUD is in place without needing an ultrasound or a trip to the hospital.”

Wonwoo swallows thickly. He’s a nurse, and physical things like this shouldn’t affect him so much, but there’s something about the notion of you checking for your own strings-

Wonwoo wears glasses, but he’s not blind. He knows you’re a very gorgeous girl, and you’re sweet and smart to top it all off. He’s used to restricting himself, not allowing visions of you in compromising situations to pass through his mind’s eye, although this image is strictly medical, and he knows it shouldn’t stir something inside of him, but it does anyway, and a wave of shame passes over him as a result.

“I’ll uh,” Wonwoo coughs, “I’ll pass on the message to her.”

“It’s good to check your strings frequently,” Yeji continues, completely oblivious to Wonwoo’s discomfort. “If she has any sexual partners-”

“She’s single,” Wonwoo interjects, unable to help himself.

“Well, IUDs can be knocked out of place even without something poking at them, so you never know,” Yeji shrugs. 

God, Wonwoo had known there would be challenges that came with living with a member of the opposite sex, but he’d never imagined having to discuss female anatomy, birth control, and the checking of IUD strings. 

Three:

You’re sweating.

One foot is up on the bathtub, the other firmly on the ground, and you’re bent at an odd angle trying to reach inside of yourself to find some stupid IUD strings.

Wonwoo had come home and shyly told you that there’s an at-home way to check for IUD shifting, and you’d been less than enthusiastic about it- but more enthused about the idea of checking yourself than going to a clinic and having someone else do it for you.

This whole thing is awkward, and try as you might, you simply can’t feel any strings inside of you.

With a sigh of annoyance, you pull your fingers away, removing your foot from the tub so you can wash your hands.

Your heart is racing, panic and anxiety setting in- if the strings aren’t there, that means the IUD is misplaced, which means a gyno visit, which might actually be the end of the world for you right now.

You’re not ready to accept that fate, and desperate times call for desperate measures.

“Wonwoo?” you call, finding your best friend in the living room.

He looks as nervous as you feel, which is a foreign emotion on the generally stoic man’s face.

“Did you find them?” he asks. 

You shake your head.

“Well, what if we go to an urgent care clinic? Or set up an appointment with your doctor?” he suggests.

“My doctor is a man, and the clinics might have a male doctor, and they’d probably want to check on the spot without sending a referral to the place that put the IUD in, and- Well,” you can feel tears burning in your eyes, “I really don’t have the mental capacity to have a man I don’t know looking up inside me right now-”

“I could call Yeji-”

“I don’t even know Yeji,” you groan. “This whole thing is so fucking awkward.”

“So.. what are you going to do?”

“I hate to ask this…” correction, you can’t believe you’re about to ask this, “but… could you maybe… would you, uh… do you maybe want to help me check for the strings?” 

Wonwoo simply stares at you.

“Please?” 

He swallows thickly. “I’ll go get some surgical gloves.”

You’re doing this, and you’ve just got to suck it up. As awkward as the idea is of your childhood best friend fingering you to find some fucking IUD strings is, the notion of some random man at a hospital doing it is even worse.

While Wonwoo is getting gloves, you go to your room to change into a dress. That way, you’ll be covered, but there will still be easy access.

Once you’re dressed, you head to the bathroom, where you find Wonwoo waiting. There’s a bottle of lube on the sink, and it’s clear he’s slicked up his gloved fingers in preparation. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to go to a walk-in?” he asks, and you can tell from the pink of his ears that he’s as awkward about this as you are. 

“Wonwoo, you’re just going to close your eyes, put your fingers into something, and see if strings poke you,” you tell him, letting out a deep breath. “It will be simple.” You’re trying to convince yourself, but it’s not working.

Now it’s Wonwoo’s turn to sigh. He kneels down on the floor, then actually closes his eyes.

“Can you guide my hand?” he asks.

“Yeah.” You swallow a lump in your throat, reaching to grab his wrist. Slowly, you bring his fingers between your thighs. “It’s uh, right here.”

The first contact of Wonwoo’s gloved digits on your core has you jolting, and your skin immediately heats with embarrassment.

“After this one, remind me to never get another IUD,” you groan.

“There are other methods,” he muses, his fingers gently slipping into you with aid from the lube. 

“I don’t want pills or an implant, or a shot, or one of those diva cup ring things,” you insist.

“Condoms are pretty dependable.”

“Yeah, if a man actually wants to wear one. Most guys are such crybabies about a bit of rubber that they’d rather put their girlfriend through humiliation of IUD insertion, or the trauma of pills that fuck up your emotions and body-”

You’re so busy ranting that you almost don’t notice Wonwoo’s fingers pushing deeper, but then he begins searching around, and he accidentally makes contact with your G-spot, which immediately makes you choke on your words.

“Sorry,” Wonwoo says softly. “Uh, tell me more about bad birth control?”

“Yeah, uh…” God, you can feel yourself sweating, and you can’t bring yourself to look down at Wonwoo, so you close your eyes, tilting your head back to focus on your female rage rather than your hot best friend inspecting your pussy for IUD strings. “The fact that men get sedation or whatever for vasectomies but women still have to get this shit inserted with no local anasthesia or anything, it’s barbaric and misogynistic, not to mention anti-woman.”

“That definitely sounds like a double standard,” Wonwoo agrees.

“If men had to endure the pain we do for an IUD male equivalent procedure, they’d for sure get full sedation and pain meds,” you declare.

“You’re probably right about that.”

“Wonwoo?”

“Yeah?”

“Please tell me you can feel the fucking strings.”

“No luck, yet. Sorry.”

You groan. “You uh… feel pretty deep in there.”

“I’ve got long fingers.”

“Yeah, that’s why I wanted you to do this.”

“If I’m being honest, I think we should call it. I can’t find any strings.”

“Just…” You swallow the lump in your throat. “One more minute.”

“If you say so.”

A bead of sweat rolls down your neck, your heart racing in your chest. 

Please find the strings. Please for the love of God-

“Wait, I think something just poked me!” Wonwoo tells you, and your eyes flash open.

“Is it the strings!?”

He pushes his fingers just a touch deeper, and after a moment, Wonwoo nods. “I think it’s the strings!”

“Thank God!” you practically scream. 

In response, Wonwoo tears his hand away from you, and you immediately cover yourself with your dress again.

Your best friend opens his eyes and looks up at you. “We found the strings, but I still think you should get a referral for a minimally invasive ultrasound just to make sure it’s in place where it should be.”

“Wonwoo, we’re going to celebrate the small wins,” you tell him. “And we are also never going to speak of this ever again to anyone, do you understand?”

He nods solemnly. “I have zero memory of anything that just took place.”

“Good boy.” 

Four:

As someone who’s entering the medical field, Wonwoo knows he’s not supposed to feel weird about the human body.

After all, a body is just a body. 

But… there’s something about the fact that he was just up and close with your body, and he feels ashamed that the whole situation is affecting him the way it is.

There shouldn’t be anything sexy about stomach aches and possible misplaced IUDs, and yet… Wonwoo feels flushed every time he thinks about it.

You’ve been best friends since you were both children, but it’s a far reach to say that Wonwoo has ever seen you as a sister. The two of you had been inseparable for your younger years, and when you’d both hit puberty, the dynamic had shifted somewhat.

Sure, you’ve both had significant others, and been supportive of each other in everything- but… Wonwoo can’t pretend he’s not attracted to you.

It’s something he’s always been able to push to the side, after all, he’d never jeopardize your connection for the chance of getting his rocks off. He’s not that kind of man, which is why this whole IUD situation has put him in such an uncomfortable position.

It’s been two days since he checked your strings, and things have felt different. The two of you don’t know how to be around each other now, and that’s evident by the way you both stutter and give each other a wide berth in the kitchen at dinner time.

Wonwoo can feel his skin getting warm as he steps back to give you space to move to the fridge, and he swallows the lump in his throat, uncomfortably adjusting his glasses.

“I feel like maybe we both need a drink,” you say with a deep sigh.

The two of you are not big on alcohol, but there’s a mixed spirit drink bottle in the top cupboard for extreme situations, and this definitely feels like the right time for it.

Wonwoo helps you pour the liquid into two large glasses, and with an awkward smile, you clink your cup to his own before taking a sip.

“Let’s watch something,” you suggest next, and the two of you go to the living room.

You’re both interested in Netflix documentaries, and you find one that looks interesting. It’s something to get your mind off of things, but as Wonwoo continues to drink, his thoughts start to wander.

As a non-drinker, Wonwoo’s tolerance is substantially lower than he’d like it to be, and he can feel his skin heating. His mind feels fuzzy now, and his gaze keeps slipping over to you.

The two of you can’t live this way.

You just can’t.

Things can’t be this awkward forever, and if there was ever a time to tell you he’s into you as more than a friend, it would be now.

One episode of the documentary finishes, and as the screen cuts to credits, Wonwoo lets out an extremely deep breath.

“I need to tell you something,” he states.

“God.” You immediately hide your face, nearly knocking over your drink in the process. “What is it?”

“I don’t want things to be awkward between us because I had to help you find your IUD strings,” Wonwoo says first. 

“Well, there’s not much we can do about it, can we?”

“I like you.”

“Huh?” You look over at him with confusion.

“This might make it more awkward if you don’t feel the same way,” Wonwoo admits, his mouth getting dry. “But… I like you a lot, and… helping you with that whole thing… well, it doesn’t make me see you any differently. In fact, uh… maybe kind of the opposite.”

Wonwoo can’t believe the words coming out of his own mouth.

Did he just admit that being gloved and two fingers deep in your pussy made him even more into you?

Yes. Yes, he did. 

“I think maybe it’s time for bed,” you tell him, and his heart sinks in his chest.

“Okay. Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, we can talk about it in the morning.” 

The two of you stand up after turning the TV off, and Wonwoo doesn’t even know if he should look at you.

Then, surprisingly, you step forward, cupping his face and pressing your lips to his cheek. “Get some sleep,” you tell him.

He stands there in shock as you head to your room, offering him an awkward smile as you close the door behind you.

Wonwoo continues to just exist blankly, unmoving in the living room for a solid five minutes before he’s able to shake himself out of things. 

He doesn’t know what the future might bring, but the future is best brought sober. 

Five: 

You’re sitting in the kitchen when Wonwoo comes out of his room. 

Neither of you have classes today, and you’re kind of happy about that, because Wonwoo looks disheveled in a way you’ve never seen him look before.

His glasses are askew, his hair is a curly mess, his eyes have bags under them like he’s hardly slept-

“You okay?” you ask immediately.

Wonwoo lets out a deep breath. “Sorry about last night. I said some things I shouldn’t have, and I probably hurt our friendship-”

“It’s fine,” you assure him.

“No, it’s not. I stepped over a boundary-”

“Wonwoo,” you say his name firmly, grabbing his attention. “You didn’t mess things up. You told me you like me, and I wanted to say it back, but you were drunk, and I thought it would be best to tell you when you were sober, or at least… hungover or something.”

Wonwoo blinks at you. His lips part, but he’s not able to speak for a few moments. “You like me too?” he asks.

“Yeah.”

“Like… as more than a friend?”

“I mean, you and I have been inseparable since we were kids. I’ve always had a crush on you, Wonwoo, but I pushed it aside for our friendship.”

“So did I.”

“Who knew all it would take was an IUD and a very awkward situation of trying to find us for us to admit this sort of thing?” You let out a small laugh, and Wonwoo joins in with you, which eases your anxieties.

“So…” He swallows thickly. “What now?”

“We could just watch movies and hang out today, you know, like a lazy Sunday date.”

“But we watch movies and hang out all the time, shouldn’t I… I don’t know, take you out for brunch or something?” He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Well, I was thinking, while watching our show, we could cuddle, which isn’t something we’ve ever done.”

“I think I would like that,” Wonwoo admits.

“How about you go find us a new show, and I’ll make you some ramen. It looks like you need some food.”

Wonwoo nods, moving to the living room while you get water boiling for the noodles.

You’re trying to hide it, but you feel jittery. At the same time, the awkward atmosphere has shifted. Things feel a touch back to normal, but amplified in a way. No longer are you just making food for your roommate; you’re making food for a man who likes you the way you like him.

Suddenly, things feel domestic in a way they’ve never felt before, and that sensation brings you joy as you prepare the ramen and join Wonwoo in the living room.

The two of you agree on a show, and in the first fifteen minutes, Wonwoo slowly eats and sips on water.

Once he’s finished, he sets the bowl to the side. 

“So… do you want to move closer?” he asks.

Your heart is racing as you snuggle up to his side, and Wonwoo’s arm goes around you like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

You release a deep sigh, already very comfortable, and it’s in this position that you spend most of the day.

The whole documentary miniseries you’re watching comes to a conclusion, and you shift. You sit back up to stretch, and Wonwoo watches you.

When you let out a sigh and allow your arms to rest by your sides again, Wonwoo finally asks, “Can I kiss you?”

Your heart lurches into your throat, and you swallow it back down.

“Yeah.”

He leans forward, and you mirror the motion.

You stare at your best friend, admiring all the little things about his handsome face.

He cups your cheek, thumb stroking your skin.

The moment feels suspended in time. It feels fast, yet slow, all at once, and then, Wonwoo closes the distance.

His mouth meets yours, hesitantly at first, but when you lean forward, grabbing his shoulders, he relaxes a little.

Neither of you are dreaming this up; it’s real.

You’re kissing your best friend, and fuck, it feels so good.

You love how gentle Wonwoo is, how it’s not immediate intensity. He’s soft, and his motions are tentative, as if he’s trying to figure you out.

Meanwhile, a need is growing inside of you, so you’re the one to take things to the next step. You open your mouth, licking Wonwoo’s lip, and he mirrors you.

A soft moan escapes you, and you shift closer, wanting to be pressed to him, wanting to feel his heart as it races alongside your own.

Things are getting heated fast, and soon, you’re crawling on top of him, straddling his hips on your living room couch.

Wonwoo’s hands stay in a respectable place on your hips, but it’s simply not enough for you anymore.

You reach down, guiding his grip to your bum.

Wonwoo groans beneath you, breaking the kiss to look up at you. “Should we take a minute?”

“Why?”

Wonwoo blushes. “Well, uh…”

That’s when you feel something pressing against your core, and you realize your grinding has caused him to get hard. Your pussy flutters, and you swallow thickly. “Do you really want to stop?”

“Well, I mean… you’ve been having stomach pains. Your IUD might be in the wrong place-”

“You felt the strings, that means it’s there.”

“What if it’s not working?”

“I read online that as long as it’s in me still, it’s likely working.”

“Do you want to risk it?”

You swallow thickly. “I want you.”

“What if this messes things up?”

“It won’t,” you tell him.

“How can you be so sure?”

Wonwoo’s looking at you with such pure eyes, and your heart melts for him. “I just know.”

You can see the moment he gives in. 

You’re both putting your friendship on the line, but if there’s one man in the world who you know would never hurt you, it’s Wonwoo.

Slowly, you press your lips to his again.

The momentum is like it was the first time, a gentle, gradual build, and you’re doing your best not to start grinding on him again.

Your body wants one thing, but your mind knows you have to take this slow.

Wonwoo’s a thoughtful man. He’s a thinker. And thoughts don’t easily slip from his head. You don’t want to scare him away, so you meet his pace, allowing him to be the one who instigates progression.

His hand begins to grip your bum again, and you release a moan, kissing him deeper.

Your fingers thread through his hair, gently tugging to earn your own sounds of pleasure.

God, Wonwoo’s so sexy. Your entire body is humming with energy as you make out like teenagers on your living room couch.

You can feel yourself getting wetter by the second, and soon, Wonwoo seems to break too.

He pulls away from the kiss, letting out a groan. “Do you want to go to my room?”

“Okay.”

You’re breathing heavily as you stand up, and you let Wonwoo lead you to his room. Once you’re there, it’s as if the unknowing comes to the surface again. You and Wonwoo look at each other, two people in a room you’ve been in a hundred times, but this time, everything is different.

It’s like starting from ground zero again, both of you tentatively connecting, lips meeting. His hands are on your hips, and the two of you slowly move toward the bed. 

You grab the bottom of his shirt, and Wonwoo breaks the kiss to allow you to remove it.

God, his body is so perfect. It’s lean but muscled, and even with his heavy nursing workload, he always finds time to go to the gym.

You remove your hoodie next, revealing the lacy bralette beneath.

Wonwoo swallows thickly, his eyes flicking up to meet your own. His ears are turning pink, and you know he’s shy about checking you out, but unfortunately for him, he’s just going to have to get used to it.

You grab his hand, pulling him to the bed, where you sit down first, looking up at him. 

“Can I be honest with you?” you ask.

“Of course.”

“This might be a little awkward for both of us, first times always are,” you note, “but, I think we were always meant to be together, and after this, things will be a lot easier.”

Wonwoo is quiet for a moment, but then he nods. “I agree with that.” 

“Try to get out of your own head for a minute, okay?”

“Okay.”

You stroke his hand, and then you guide it to your breast, prompting him to squeeze you gently.

A soft groan escapes your lips. “Feels good.”

Wonwoo swallows thickly, bringing both hands to your breasts so he can massage you through your bralette.

He continues this for a minute before you get too horny, and you reach behind your back to remove the last piece of fabric blocking him from direct contact with your chest.

As the material slips off, Wonwoo takes a sharp breath.

“It’s okay,” you assure him, guiding his hands back. “I like this.”

His thumb brushes over your nipple, and you shiver, core pulsing with interest. 

“Here,” you offer, “come sit against the headboard.”

Wonwoo does as you tell him, no questions asked, and once he’s situated, you straddle him like you did on the couch.

Your lips meet, and the kiss is filled with passion. His hands are on your hips, but you grab them, guiding him to your breasts again.

It feels so good to be kissing your best friend while he massages your chest, and you begin to grind down against him, eliciting moans from both of you. 

You’re overwhelmed in the best possible way, and you break the kiss, which prompts Wonwoo to kiss your throat, then down to your collar bones- soon, he has your nipple in his mouth, and your whole body lights up with the sensation.

You thread your fingers through his hair, keeping his face pressed against your boobs, a silent plea for him to continue.

Your hips are still swiveling, and you can feel Wonwoo getting harder and harder with each passing second.

Soon, you can’t take it anymore, and you stop. “Let’s get naked.”

“Yeah.”

You get off Wonwoo, standing so you can remove the last of your clothes. He does the same, and then he reaches for his bedside table, removing a condom package and a bottle of lube.

“Condom?” you ask.

“We’re not a hundred percent sure about your IUD yet, and I don’t want to risk anything,” Wonwoo muses.

You decide that if you try to have sex without protection, he’s just going to be in his head, so you promise yourself to get a clean bill of health from your doctor (with perhaps the help of an ultrasound machine), and then you can enjoy the raw feeling of your best friend.

Wonwoo joins you on the bed again, but the condom is still on the side table. It’s clear he wants a bit more foreplay, so you wrap your legs around his hips and draw him close, lips crashing against his own.

The two of you continue to make out, your whole body on fire. One of his hands is still massaging your breast, but then it begins to descend. He rubs your clit, and you whimper, shifting below him for better access.

“Been thinking about fingering you,” he admits.

“Got a taste and you couldn’t forget it, huh?” you tease. “Me neither.”

“Yeah?” He slips two digits into your soaked core. 

“Your fingers are just so long, and they fit perfectly. You hit the perfect spot-” you whimper when he touches the exact location you were just talking about. “Fuck, someone’s a fast learner.”

“I noticed how you reacted last time. It wasn’t the time or place then, but I promised to utilize it later if I ever got the chance,” Wonwoo breathes, stroking your g-spot expertly.

Your eyes close, and you give in to the pleasure, whimpering and desperately clutching his shoulders. 

Wonwoo’s lips move to your throat, and he worships you, making your mind go blank and your legs numb. God, he’s good with his fingers, repeatedly hitting your G-spot while his palm rubs your clit-

“Don’t stop,” you whimper, feeling your release bubbling already. Foreplay and longing have contributed to a fast unraveling, and Wonwoo just knows what you like. Sure, this is a first time for you both, but he knows enough about you to infer things, and your vocal nature edges him on as he works you closer and closer to the edge.

You’re getting louder and louder, and soon, you’re belting out, “I’m gonna cum!”

Wonwoo finger fucks you even faster, and you explode like a firework. Sparks of jittery energy combust through you, taking over your entire body as Wonwoo pleasures you.

You gasp loudly, and Wonwoo helps you ride out the orgasm with unwavering dedication.

His kisses are a constant on your throat, and he works you through it until your core stops pulsing around his fingers.

Then, Wonwoo removes them.

You’re shocked to open your eyes and see your neat freak best friend lick his digits clean, and your core throbs at the sight.

His cock is completely erect, and it looks beautiful. It’s long, but still thick enough to be balanced, if you can describe a penis as balanced, that is.

Wonwoo reaches for the condom package, and you watch, breathless, as he slides the rubber on.

“You still want this?” he asks.

“More than anything,” you confirm, opening your arms to prompt him to come closer again.

“Do you want me to use lube?” he asks.

“I’m wet enough and we both know it.”

“I just don’t want you to be uncomfortable,” he assures you, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

God, you love this man.

You’ve loved him for years, and you can tell in this moment that you’re very much at risk of being in love with him within the week. 

You draw his lips to yours as he adjusts his cock to your core, rubbing the tip between your soaked pussy lips.

Wonwoo is slow about pushing into you, giving your body time to adjust.

You haven’t had sex in a while, so it’s definitely a jump from fingers to cock, and you groan into the kiss as he sheathes himself.

Once his hips are flush to your own, your mouths separate so you can both moan at the sensation. Wonwoo swallows thickly. “Should I move?”

“Yeah,” you nod, eagerly awaiting what’s to come. “Feels good already.”

Wonwoo takes a breath as he begins to thrust, it’s shallow and slow at first, but the pleasure is so great that you find yourself grabbing his shoulders.

Your head falls back against the pillows, eyes closing to enjoy everything Wonwoo is giving you.

As his pace accelerates, he draws your lips to his own again, and you kiss him desperately as he fucks you.

One particularly deep thrust has you squeaking, and Wonwoo pauses, breaking the kiss. “I can definitely feel your strings.”

“What?”

“The IUD, I felt them.”

“Like… on your cock?”

Wonwoo laughs. “Yeah.”

“Is that normal?”

Wonwoo shrugs. “I don’t know much about it. But if my fingers could reach them, I guess we shouldn’t be surprised my dick can.”

When you’d gotten an IUD, you hadn’t known any of this stuff. “Did it hurt?”

“Not really, it was just a feeling.” Wonwoo begins to thrust again, but you can tell he’s keeping it shallower.

If he were to go deeper, you get the sense he’s afraid he might mess up your wonky IUD even more, and while part of you wants him to let go and just decimate you, you respect that he’s being careful. 

His lips meet yours again, and the kiss distracts you from all things IUD. 

Each thrust is like heaven, and your core is so soaked that every movement is easy.

You’re whimpering more and more, and Wonwoo’s returning your sounds with noises of his own. 

Sex hadn’t felt this good all those months ago when you had it last, had it? 

No, you think the pleasure is because you’re having sex with Wonwoo, and your whole body warms at the notion.

“You feel so good,” Wonwoo groans, his lips moving to your throat. You love the sensation of his hot breath on your skin, and you thread your fingers through his hair to keep him close.

“Sounds…” you swallow thickly, “sounds like you’re close.”

“Yeah, maybe I need to slow down,” Wonwoo admits.

“It’s okay, neither of us has done this in a long time,” you remind him.

“I don’t want to be a three pump chump.”

You never thought you’d hear that phrase coming from Wonwoo of all people, and it makes you giggle. “You’re not a three pump chump,” you assure him. 

“You’re not going to be disappointed?” he asks.

“We can always do this again in twenty minutes or something,” you point out.

“I guess that’s true,” Wonwoo laughs. “I just want to make sure you’re… satisfied.”

“I’ve cum once already, which is more than I can say for the last guy I was dating, so… I think you’re off to a good start.”

Wonwoo lets out a sigh. He never liked your ex. 

“Okay,” he says finally. Then he kisses you again, beginning to move.

He’s found the perfect amount of depth. It’s deep, but not so deep that he’s hitting your strings or making you uncomfortable.

You give in to the feeling again, forgetting your little interlude as you’re taken over by pleasure once again.

Wonwoo’s fingers thread with yours, and he begins to moan again, getting close to the edge while pleasure builds within you, too.

“I think I can cum soon,” you tell him between kisses. 

Wonwoo doesn’t respond, but his free hand moves between your bodies, and he begins to rub your clit, causing jolts of pleasure to erupt through you again. 

You moan desperately, muscles tightening with each pass of his fingers, combined with his cock working your insides. 

“Don’t stop,” you whimper, gripping the feeling and refusing to let go as it builds-

Wonwoo lets out another groan, and the sound is so sexy it makes your insides twist into knots-

One more rub of his fingers on your clit has you exploding. Your core clamps down on him like a vice, a strangled gasp escaping you as the fireworks return, sparkling through you.

Wonwoo shivers, fucking you even harder, and a moment later, he lets out his own sound of pleasure. His thrusts falter, and although you can’t feel him filling your insides since he’s filling a condom, you can tell from the pulsing of his cock that he’s cumming too.

Your fingers thread through his hair, and you draw him close, both of you panting in the throes of passion. 

His movements stop, and you both just stay still for a few moments, trying to regain composure after two explosive orgasms.

Wonwoo swallows thickly, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips.

Then, he pulls out of you. There’s no mess of cum, no need to clean anything up, so once he’s gone to the bathroom to discard his condom, he returns and collapses into bed with you.

You immediately cuddle up next to his side, releasing a sigh of relief as his arms wrap around you.

For the first time, you can tell Wonwoo’s not thinking about anything, that he’s fully in the moment with you. He looks peaceful, and it makes your heart sing.

Who knew all it would take was an extremely awkward interaction over IUD strings to bring the two of you together like this?

He’s your person, he always has been, and he always will be.

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You and Wonwoo have been together for four years now, married for one, and life is complete bliss.

Sure, things can be difficult; after all, he’s now a full nurse, and hospital hours can be hectic. But outside of general life ups and downs, your relationship is as solid as it ever has been.

About a month ago, you’d gotten your IUD taken out. It was horribly uncomfortable to get the device removed, but it was almost comical to see the tiny little ‘T’ contraption that had kick-started the most important romantic relationship of your life. You were glad to see the little bugger go, and it’s absence now signifies the start of a new chapter for you and Wonwoo.

In the year you have been married, the two of you have slaved over finances and life planning, and now that your birth control has been removed, your doctor has given you the go-ahead to start trying for a baby.

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𝓫𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓯𝓯 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓲 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓬𝓱𝔀𝓮

chapter 18: our boy has done it

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a/n: as promised, they talked things out like adults. the final two chapters will be posted next week! and we'll find out how things go with jun and minghao 🤭 as always, enjoy! <3

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[let-me-be-your-cinema]

𝓫𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓯𝓯 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓲 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓬𝓱𝔀𝓮

chapter 17: the traps are filled with peanut butter

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a/n: we are rocketing hard to the end of this fic, holy guacamole. everyone will develop better communication skills, i promise. as always, enjoy! <3

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[let-me-be-your-cinema]

𝓫𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓯𝓯 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓲 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓬𝓱𝔀𝓮

chapter 16: fast track to the drunken ditch

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maroon chai was, well, hopping. yn hated to admit it, but chan really did know how to pack a place even better than jihoon. really said something about modern consumer culture that virtually substanceless hype tracks performed better than genuine, painstakingly crafted expressions of the soul. yn’s eyes narrowed as they slowly sipped their espresso martini. jihoon, who was perched at the bar in the seat next to them, shot them a side eye.

“you’d better not be pissing yourself off for my ‘benefit’,” he scoffed, making air quotes as if he could read their mind. “i don’t want my night to be ruined because you’re up in arms for no logical reason.”

yn sighed, setting their glass down and steepling their fingers. “there’s just… so much going on in my social life right now. here i was thinking that hiring a babysitter would make my spontaneous parenting journey easier.” they rested their forehead on their hands. “oh to live in that timeline.”

jihoon reached out for yn’s hands in an attempt to physically comfort, but must have thought better of it because he pulled back, pressing his lips into a thin line before finally replying, “from my perspective, you’re doing the best that you can. no one’s expecting you to be parent of the year and you’re proving that a child can thrive outside of the traditional family structure. as for the social life part…” he glanced to his other side, where vernon was awkwardly leaning against a wall talking to a very tall man who you assumed to be mingyu. “i don’t really know what to tell you that would improve your situation itself, but i can reiterate that i’m sorry for contributing to the stress.”

yn smiled weakly. “thanks, ji, that means a lot.” they looked up and saw that jihoon’s eyes still hadn’t moved from their observational position, and the rest of his body had swiveled to meet them. yn followed his gaze and saw that, slightly to the left of vernon and mingyu, jun and minghao were deep in conversation, standing unreasonably close to each other to boot. minghao was giggling over the rim of his glass, turning a shade of pink that yn had never been able to bring about. they knew their jun was funny, sure, they dated for a year and a half, but never had they seen anyone else so enamored with him.

yn then felt a startling weight across their shoulders. they turned to see soonyoung knocking back a guinness stout, jeonghan by his side delicately sipping a manhattan. “must be pretty jarring to see both of your exes hitting it off, eh?” soonyoung quipped after downing half his beer.

yn shrugged. “it’s not so much the principle of it, i’m not one for bro code if nothing horrible happened between exes, but more so just… damn. my quirky best friend and my stuffy two night stand getting all up in each other’s business right in front of me.” they shifted and raised an eyebrow at soonyoung. “why are you on the fast track to the drunken ditch, don’t you have a competition tomorrow?”

soonyoung smirked. “luckily for me, the ensemble we’re competing with this weekend is headed by my assistant director. i don’t have to provide anything but moral support and a hangover won’t dim my light too much.” as if to punctuate his statement, he all but shotgunned what remained of his drink with a frightening amount of gusto. “i’m gonna go refill, hopefully shua is too slammed to think about what he’s providing me.” and with that, he disappeared back into the crowd in search of another draft.

jeonghan watched him go with an amused expression, then slid into the seat to yn’s right. “alright, spill. if jun and minghao were all that you were upset about, then you wouldn’t be showing it this much. you care about that lanky freak too deeply to let yourself slip even the slightest bit where he could notice. so, the only other ingredient in the chaos concoction you’ve been served that is located over there is your paid help. that’s what has you in a slump, would i be correct in that assumption?” he took a long sip of his drink, keeping his eyes on them the whole time.

yn blanched. jeonghan was, as per usual, right on the money. “i haven’t actually talked to him since he confessed to me. him being here very much makes me feel like i need to say something but i dunno man, maybe it isn’t the right time.” they flopped their forehead onto the bar.

jihoon leaned around them. “i didn’t even know that this place served beer. i thought joshua hong was all about classiness.”

jeonghan chuckled softly. “when you’re running a business, you’ll compromise your morals for a little extra moolah. he’s got a little switch that flips his espresso machine into a series of beer spouts.” a shrug. “he showed me one time. i think it’s unbearably pretentious, but it’s driving up nightly business so as long as he doesn’t install a shit ton of flatscreens to broadcast games like some kind of trashy sports bar i think we’ll be okay.” he turned his attention back to yn, doing what jihoon chickened out of and placing his hand over theirs. “you’re going to have to talk to him eventually. i know that it might not be ideal at a ‘club scene’ like this, but you’re not having a good time anyway so you might as well get it over with.” he squeezed their hand encouragingly. “you’ll probably feel better once you do.”

yn took a deep breath and stood up. “you’re right. i’ll go see what i can do, thanks.” they sauntered over to where vernon and mingyu were still deep in conversation and looked up. “sorry, tall doctor man, but i need to borrow your buddy here for a minute.”

mingyu threw his head back and let out a hearty laugh. “it’s no problem at all, please do. i’ve been trying to get him to talk to you all night so this works out perfectly.”

yn tugged vernon into a corner. “okay, look, i’m sorry for being so awkward and freaking out when you told me how you felt. to be perfectly honest, yeah it was bad timing, but you still deserved a kinder reaction.”

vernon took a huge breath before saying, “yn, i’m sorry i said anything in the first place. i work for you and despite how low key my job is our relationship would probably work best if it stays professional so i promise that i won’t do anything to freak you out with my feelings ever again i-”

not knowing what else to do, yn leaned in and pressed a kiss to vernon’s lips. it was brief, nothing particularly special, but it sure as hell shut him up. when they pulled away, he was a mess. “i- um…”

yn’s eyes went wide. “fuck, shit, i’m so sorry! i’ll go.” they sprinted across the cafe to where seokmin was vibing to the music. ever the teetotaler, he had resigned himself to a shirley temple, just like soonyoung should have done all those weeks ago. “seok, we need to go. i just embarrassed the living hell out of myself and i don’t think i can show my face in this town ever again.”

seokmin jumped slightly. “uh, yeah, sure, okay. we can go, i’ll drive you home.” he let yn drag him out the door and onto the street, quickly sliding into his car and slamming his keys into the ignition. all yn wanted to do now was disappear into the night.

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a/n: this chapter was such a labor of love and i do in fact love how it turned out. i have plans for how the last few chapters will go, but i can adjust them if there's demand for a companion written chapter from vernon's perspective, so let me know! as always, enjoy! <3

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[let-me-be-your-cinema]

𝓫𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓯𝓯 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓲 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓬𝓱𝔀𝓮

chapter 14: yn shit society

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a/n: dino doesn't deserve this abuse, you're right, but for shits and giggles vernon is gonna tear out his throat over the internet. also jun is a simp. as always, enjoy! <3

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[let-me-be-your-cinema]

𝓫𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓯𝓯 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓲 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓬𝓱𝔀𝓮

chapter 13: lay it on us, huitiful

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a/n: i fucking love writing hao and kwan honestly, they're such little shits. also dino is in fact my self insert here because i too would cave to dino nuggies and perhaps mac and cheese. as always, enjoy! <3

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[let-me-be-your-cinema]

𝓫𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓯𝓯 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓲 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓬𝓱𝔀𝓮

chapter 12: yandere by proxy

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a/n: out here prepping for the climax >:) the urge to just drop everything at once with no regard for pacing is strong, but in an effort to get this lil guy to 20 chapters i'm exhibiting truly remarkable levels of self-restraint.

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[let-me-be-your-cinema]

𝓫𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓯𝓯 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓲 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓬𝓱𝔀𝓮

chapter 11: rip to soonyoung's funny bones

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a/n: I'M BACK! i should hopefully be able to keep up a somewhat regular posting schedule for most of the month, so gear up! also, stray kids was in fact amazing and the pcd is gutting me so 10/10.

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[let-me-be-your-cinema]

𝓫𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓯𝓯 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓲 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓬𝓱𝔀𝓮

chapter 10: international day of pondering

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a/n: well, shit has officially hit the fan. wanted to make things interesting because i'll be in chicago for a few days (stray kids woo), so this will likely be the only chapter this week. as always, enjoy! <3

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[let-me-be-your-cinema]

hey coups, anyone can cook!

a/n: another super fun request! i love writing about silly little shenanigans. as always, enjoy! <3

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[let-me-be-your-cinema]

mingyu's drunken confession

a/n: i needed to break up the monotony of bomticc because the writer's block is vengeful as hell. thank you anon pookie for requesting, and as always, enjoy! <3

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[let-me-be-your-cinema]

𝓫𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓯𝓯 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓲 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓬𝓱𝔀𝓮

chapter 9: send the damn receipts

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a/n: this chapter is dedicated to the person who commented under the last post saying how they needed the next one. you motivated me to get this out as soon as i did, so thank you. also sorry to the vernon biases for making him exhibit freak behavior (not really, cry about it lol). as always, enjoy! <3

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[let-me-be-your-cinema]

𝓫𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓯𝓯 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓲 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓬𝓱𝔀𝓮

chapter 8: the honorable boo seungkwan

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a/n: this one took way longer to come out than i planned... something about how i'm just a little guy. as always, enjoy! <3

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