YAYAYAYA!!!

( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;)  I write fanfiction yayy uhm and currently obsessing over Weak Hero. If you wanna request any oneshots for Weak Hero, feel free to! Rn I'm inlove with Beom-seok so pls mainly request for him or Si-eun! I'm open to other characters from both WHC1 and WHC2, I just feel like I wouldn’t be too good at capturing their characters, but I'll try my best!! ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧ I'm still in school so I may not write too often!! Just a warning cus I upload pretty slow 😫😔

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guys

maybe I should stick to one fanfic but like what abt an outsiders oneshots a couple bc lowkey I uhmmm maybe back in ny outsiders phase wait i dont think I was active on Tumblr to yapping abt my outsiders era oh well now yall know and I might write some fics if I have time

OR MAZE RUNNER!!! OMG I FORGOT I REWATCJED THE MOVIES TODAY AND I LOWKEY MUGHT BORROW SOME BOOKS OF IT SO PERCHANCE IF I HAVE LOTS OF EXTRA TIME I MIGHT WRITE HMMM

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GUYS

I LIED

I forgot to work on the fic 🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯

Mb guys I'll upload it randomly when im done with it LOLOL

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YAY

okay so lately, my writing block has been fading away and im excited to announce that this oneshot of like an Oh Beom-seok x Reader thing might be able to be good enough to upload this week!! I really hope i dont jinx it, tho, cus like istg if I get like 100 hours of hw im actually gonna spiral.

Also! I've been working a tiny bit on an Eddie munson fic (like one sentence a day, but still better than nothing!) And im like halfway im just a little stumped on how to continue it so if I get extra EXTRA time to work on writing I can maybe get that out soon but it'll take a longer while than the Beom-seok one 😔😔

ANYWAYS, GN!! IM POSTING THIS AT EXACTLY 9:58 PM AND I WAS SUPPOSED TO GO TO SLEEP AT 9 CUS I HAVE SCHOOL TMRW BUT OH WELL!

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Hmm

so ik I should probably finish the Oh Beom-seok fic oneshot that I've been working on...however, I kind of have a new interest in Stranger Things 🤔 so like maybe I think 🤔 that I should 🤔 like 🤔 make and Eddie Munson x reader fic bc yk like the new season coming out. I rewatched the 4th season before I started watching the 5th one and

Eddie Munson, my man, my man, my man 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤 so yeah I'll prolly upload a oneshot if i can figure out how to characterize him and like make a scene for... reader and him.... or like.... do s9mething where i can actually write cus I've had a little writing block with winter break and all just i had to write like 133627290167777191p2o26777119 quadrillion essays before my break and I lowkey forgot abt writing

ANYWAYS ILL TRY MY BEST TO GET OUT ATLEAST ON WORK OF FIC BEFORE MY BREAK ENDS 🤞🤞🤞

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LOL

omg I cant believe its been so long sinc eive last uploaded and fic 😭😭😭 I'm SO sorry LMAO school was lowkey freaking me tf out cus I was tryna get all my grades locked in before the end of the quarter 🙊🙊🙊🙊

ANYWAYS im on break from TWO WHOLE WEEKS! So, I'll be able to post a new fic soon 🥹✌️ im working on one rn (its just takinv me forever to complete cus my brain is like mush rn 🙄😔😔)

AND ive been rewatching ST to procrastinate watching the new season (cus theyre taking foreeeeverrr to upload all of the episodes for the final 😔) but I finished watching the 4th season and I forgot how fine Eddie was 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

SO YEAH NEW WEAK HERO ONESHOT SOOONNN

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Pairing: Yeon Si-eun x Reader

Summary: You notice Si-eun is working hard, so you decide to help get his mind off of studying for once.

Content Warnings: Smuttt!!! Handjob, cumming, edging, sub si-eun (kind of), established relationship. 

Additional Information: Si-eun version of my Beom-seok reacting to getting a hand job oneshot

WC ≈ 1.2k

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  Si-eun was studying at his desk, nothing unusual. You were hanging out at his place again, just hanging out quietly in the background.

  You were scrolling on your phone, laying on his bed. You occasionally hear some sighs and grunts of frustration slipping from your boyfriend's lips when he was stuck on a certain problem.

  He was studying extra harder than usual, making sure he would ace tomorrow's quiz, and you assumed he was probably tired. You put the phone down and walked up behind him, placing your hands on his chair.

  "Si-eun-a~" you call out his name in a sing-songy voice, moving your hands onto his shoulders and putting your you face into the crook of his neck. When he feels the contact, he stiffens up, snapping out of the focused trance he was just previously in.

  "Mhn... whatcha studying?" You murmur against his skin

  He pauses before hesitantly responding when he finally processes what you asked him. "Just going over the formulas."

  You huff, but not in an annoyed way, just being playful, feeling a smile creeping up onto your face. "Really? You've gone over those like a million times. Don't you take breaks?"

  Si-eun doesn’t respond, just hunches back over his desk, picking up his pencil. You almost laugh at his dedication to his studies, thinking it's quite cute.

  "So you hate me?" You ask in a serious voice, but when he stammers you giggle and he rolls his eyes. 

  "Stop distracting me." He says in a monotone voice.

  "Wait, I'm sorry," you giggle, stopping him before he can pick up his pencil, "Si-eun-a, c'mon, lets just talk a littleee," You drag out your words, looking into his eyes when he looks up at you.

  "C'mon, you have tine to take a little break. Haven't you worked enough?" You give him a tiny, innocent smile.

  He just stares at you like you said the mist boring thing ever. "No." He turns back around pulling away from your hands and picking up his pencil. "You should study too, we're taking the same quiz."

  You groan, annoyed at his stubbornness. "I've already studied all week, and I came over to try and help you today!"

  "You're not really helping me study right now."

  You roll your eyes, even if he can't see it, but quickly grab a stack of flashcards off of his desk, flipping through them. "Hmm.." You smirk at yourself, and you guess Si-eun notices.

  "What? Why are you smiling like that..." He asks suspiciously, pencil tapping against the desk.

  "I have an idea..." You flash him a smile before going back behind him. "So you know how you like to study with flashcards sometimes?"

  He nods, eyebrows furrowing when he looks at you. "Yes... so what?"

  "I can help with the flashcards for your studying!" You giggle, making him put his pencil down. You continue to stand behind him, handing him the flashcards. "I already have the answers memorized, so read them out loud...then answer..and I'll tell them if they're right or wrong."

  You giggle, leaning against the backrest of his chair. "I don't know why you're so... excited to help." He says, a slight suspicious tone creeping into his voice.

  You giggle, smiling at him, "What? Can't a girl just help her hardworking boyfriend without being judged?" You nudge him and he gives in.

  With a sigh, he reads out the first question, leaning into his chair and manspreading a bit. "Okay... first one... 'What is the role of the rough ER?' Hm..." he murmurs out, looking at you.

  "Isn't it for protein synthesis and transporting?" He says in a questioning tone, but he already knows he's correct.

  "Yep... that's right..." You gently press the palm of your hand against his crotch and he gasps. He protests for a moment, but doesn't stop you when you keep going.

  He lets out a soft groan but your slow dormant your pace. "Keep answering..." You whisper and he complies, his mind hazy.

  "Define the...ahmm... wr-word 'codone...'" He lets out some breathy sighs, hips occasionally bucking up to meet your hand. "A 3-base sequencing coding for the amino acid?"

  "For an amino acid... but yes." You gently correct, continue to palm his cock through his sweatpants, feeling his erection starting to grow harder and harder.

  He whines, continuing to read out questions and answering them, and hes about to finally cum until he answers wrong.

  "Chromosomes form... no, line up during anaphase." He manages to huff out but he's unpleasant surprised when he feels your hand being removed from his aching shaft.

  "No... During anaphase, sister chromatids seprate." You give him a reassuring smile when he gives you a look of bewilderment.

  "Wh-why did you stop?" He looks at you with wide eyes. 

  "What?" You say like he should've known, mentally smirking when you see that dumbfounded look on his face. "You got it wrong. If you wanna balance it out, answer another one."

  He quickly fumbles with the flashcards, turning to the next question. Feeling eager to get touched again, he reads out the next question, "What does tRNA do?" He quickly stammers out and answer, "tRNA brings... brings amino acids to ribosomes!" He calls out, praying that it was right.

  "Mhm..." You press your hand back against his pulsing tip, continuing to help bring him to the edge again.

  He lets out a quiet groan, under his breath. "Oh..." His head tilts backwards, eyes fluttering shut as he relaxes into your touch.

  You let a soft laugh slip and you hum into his ear, "Si-eun-a... keep reading out questions..." He straightens up in his chair, opening his eyes and finally looking back at his flashcards.

  He takes a couple breaths, "What...what is the purpose of control group?" He lets out a faint whimper, "It's... the.." a soft moan slips past his lips again, "Baseline for a contol— Baseline for comparison.."

  You smile and let out a giggle, humming a quick, "mhm" in response. He continues to hesitantly rut into your hand, whimpering louder by the minute.

  He tries to read out the last flashcards but at that point he's on the edge and whining, leaning into his chair. 

  You press your hand more firmly into his crotch, his flashcards slipping from his hands onto the wooden floors, forgotten. He gasps, whispering out, "I'm...I think I'm gonna cum..." 

  You let out a pleased, purr-like noise in response. "P-please..." he starts babbling one, completely forgetting the feeling of annoyance at your interruptions from earlier.

  You lean closer towards his ear, "Yeah? You're close? You ready for your quiz tomorrow?" You continue to croon, teasing him.

  With a final shudder and almost silent gasp, cum spurts from Si-eun's cock and he slumps into his chair. His mind feels hazy and he doesn't pay a mind to the feeling of wet cum being absorbed by his pants.

  You press a kiss against his cheek and he leans into the warmth. He's still in slight shock from his orgasm, but atleast now he won't forget he studied.

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I posted this yesterday, but I forgot to do a banner thing cus I was so excited to finally get this one out 😭 i hope you guys liked it thoo, I might do this with other whc boys cus hehe I like writing smut even though idk how to 🥹🥹🫰

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Scrolling Can Wait

Pairing: Oh Beom-seok x Reader

Summary: Beom-seok and you were hanging out, but when you notice he's too busy looking at Su-ho's Instagram, waiting for a follow back, you decide to make him pay attention to you in a different way.

Content Warnings: Smut! Hand job, I guess submissive Beom-seok? Inferred fem reader, but I don' think I mentioned gender of reader in this so i think it's considered Gender Neutral?

 Additional Information: I lowkey got distracted and came up with this when I woke up in the middle of the night 😭

 Wc ≈ 1.1k

  `✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹જ⁀➴

You were hanging out at Beom-seok's house, just hanging out since recently, you've found yourselves being friends. However, for most of the time you were there, Beom-seok was on his phone and that made you curious. 

You go up next to him, lying next to his body while he's staring at his phone and see that he's looking at Su-ho's Instagram page, the follow request pending.

 "He still hasn't followed you back?" You murmur, looking at his phone screen.

 "No..." he says with a sigh.

 "Did you text him already?" You continue to ask him.

 "Yeah."

 You look at his solemn expression, feeling kind of bad, but he's been obsessing over getting Su-ho's attention for so long.

 "What's your user?" You ask, pulling out your phone and typing in his Instagram while he reads it out. "There, I just sent a follow request. Follow me back."

 "O-oh, okay..." his fingers fumble, exiting Su-ho's profile and checking his notifications. "I followed you back..."

  "Okay, yay!" You click on his account, "No photos? That's weird. Do you not post on your account?"

  "U-uhm... no.. I just don't really take pictures." He mumbles softly, looking over your shoulder to look at you phone. "You dont have any posts either."

  "Well that's 'cause I just made my account." You giggle. You heard him mention the app a couple of times before, and downloaded it the first time he mentioned it. Although, up until now, you had totally forgotten about it.

  "Here," you open up your camera app, putting your head besides his and snapping a couple of selfies, "This one is cute." 

  You show him an image, you were more looking at yourself than the entire picture. "Uhm.." Beom-seok replies, unsure.

  "What is it?"

  "I was blinking in that photo."

  "Pftt," you laugh, "Oh my god! I didn't notice at all, I'm so sorry."

  "It's okay...you look pretty in that picture anyways." He says shyly, a small, unsure smile forming on his face.

  "Thanks!" You give him a big smile, scrolling through other pictures and deleting them if the camera was shaky or if you looked weird.

  "Oh! This one!" You show him a picture where both of you are smiling and he nods. "Yeah... that one's nice."

  You quickly post it on your Instagram. "Go check it out!" You look over his shoulder to see if he'll view it. 

  You nudge him and he complies, liking the photos that you tagged him in. "The second one is really nice, you look really... pretty." He says shyly, not knowing any other adjectives of "pretty" to call you.

  You giggle at him, a teasing comment slipping from your lips when you catch his blush. You guys talk for a bit, but he always trailed back to his phone staring as Su-ho's page. 

  Even after you ask, after a couple minutes he ends up checking his phone.

  So, you decide to catch his attention in a different way.

  You press your palm against his crotch and he jumps, slightly startled and he lets out a gasp. You put some more pressure on it and his hip bucks up once. "Wh-what are you doing?" H looks at you, about to put down his phone but you murmur into his ear.

  "No, no... look at your phone, not me. Since you wanna look at Su-ho so bad, you can look at him while I do this too." You try to say in a polite way, but there's an undertone of aggressiveness.

  You stopped touching him whenever he shut his eyes or looked away and only started when he said he was sorry and looked back. He was staring to see stars, and he begged to touch you or atleast look away and gaze at you instead.

  "Please... I'm sorry..." He whines out, trying to keep his eyes open to look at the Instagram page. His hips twitch under your touch.

  "Sorry for what? You think Su-ho is gonna touch you like this, huh?"

  He shakes his head no.

  "What was that? Use your words, Beom-seok." He shudders with pleasure when you say his name.

  "N-no... he won't."

  "Do you want him to?"

  "N-no!"

  "Good boy." You grab his phone, setting it aside and pressing your lips against him. When you took your hand off his clothed erection, he whined, thrusting up into the air.

  He stiffly kept his arms at his side until you murmured against his lips, "Take them off." You gesture to his pants. He freezes for a second before taking them off, hands slightly shaking with excitement and eargerness.

  You make him spit in you hand, shutting him up by harshly putting your lips back against his quivering ones. You then continue to rub his cock, thumb occasionally rubbing against his precum leaking tip.

  "I-I'm gonna cum..." he cries out, throwing his head back against his plush pillows. You kiss and suck at his skin on his neck very gently and faint, teasing him and he mewls as he reaches his peak. Without your mouth on his to swallow his noises, he lets out loud, strangled whimpers.

  He soon cums, semen spewing out his tip and into your hand. You smear it into his sensitive cock and his legs kick against the sheets and he cries out at the sensation of his own cum being massaged into his skin.

  After a bit, you pull away your sticky hand, shaking it in the air. "Where's you're bathroom?"

You ask, making sure to meet his eyes and give him a small smile.

  He tells you where to go in a breathy voice and you leave, telling him that you'd be right back. He stands up, walking over to his desk and grabs some tissues, wiping his cock off. He pulls his pants back on, wincing a bit at the sudden contact, and waits for you to return. He's tired and spent, panting while laying on his back and staring at the ceiling.

  You return, freshly washed hands and cuddle up next to him. You then start to press soft kisses to his jaw. "You're so cute..."

  He whines in response, cuddling up to you like a puppy. He buries his face into your neck and collarbones, mumuring against them.

  "So, has Su-ho followed you back yet?" He thought you were trying to tease, but he saw your curious expression.

  "It's okay, I'll check later...I wanna be with you right now." He decides to say instead of looking, not ready for his cock to be tormented like that again. 

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Omg I finally got a new fic out. Im so sorry it took me so long, school is lowkey crazy cus it's the last 3 weeks until Christmas break, and also it's been snowing like crazy.

I think this will be more headcannons of like WHC chars getting handjobs LOL cus im working a Si-eun vers already.

Also, I've been drafting like a million fic ideas so I've been working a little on one and some on another so that's why it's taking me so long to update bc I keep getting sidetracked 😭😭 this one was kinda short, but longer ones will be coming soon!!

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ermm

GUYS IM WORKING ON LIKE A MILLION DIFFERENT DRAFTS RN BUT I SWEAR ILL TRY TO POST ON THIS WEEKEND LOLZ

Me staring at my notes app with all my fanfic

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YAYYY!!

OMG TYSM FOR 40 LIKES ON MY OH BEOMSEOK X READER FANFIC AHHHH LOWKEY NEVER POSTED A FANFIC ON TUMBLR AND LOWKEY THATS SO MANY LIKES/NOTES TY TY TY!! (,,>﹏<,,)

YAY I'LL BE POSTING MORE CUS LITERALLY LIKE THE OTHER DAY IT ONLY HAD 20 ISH LIKES AND IN A COUPLE DAYS I GOT 20 MORE 🙊🙊🙈😸😸😸😸😸😸

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NOOO

OMG I HAVE SCHOOL (technically today cus its 12:04 am) GRRRR ITS MONDAY AND I WONT HAVE ANY TIME TO WRITE

SORRY I WILL BE UPLOADING LATE!! (But only 3 weeks of school until winter break so yayy!!)

ANYWAYS YOU GUYS HAVE A GOOD WEEK AND I'LL SEE YOU UHHHHHHHHH

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GUYS! GUYS! GUYS!

Lowkey should i write a Na Baek-jin x Fem!Reader fic but they're like academic rivals 🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔👀👀👀👀👀

IK IK I NEED TO WORK ON THE 2ND CHAPTER OF "Are We Really Just Friends?" BUT LIKEE THIS IDEA LOWKEH SOUND TUFF ASF AND IM WONDERING IF ANYONE WOULD BE INTRESTED (even if no one want its or everyone actually hates the idea im prolly gonna write it anyways)

OKAYSIES IM DONE WITH MY RANT LEMME WORK ON IT RN

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Summary: Beom-seok gets jealous, and when you confront him about it, the situation gets a little heated. 😽

    Content Warnings: jealousy and some angst leading to smut!! Yayy! And also uses of y/n and mentions of masturbation, oral f recieving, slight cockwarming

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    Additional Information: Takes place during WHC1. 

  Word Count ≈ 7.4k

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  Si-eun, Su-ho, Beom-seok, and you were a very tight group of friends. After school, you all would always meet up at the gate at the front of the school since all of you guys had different last periods.

  After you all meet up, together you would probably go out to eat since Su-ho was always hungry after school.

  Today, you guys decided to try a curry place near the school. You and Beom-seok went out to try it once, just the two of you late at night. He had wanted to leave his house and texted you, and you weren't doing anything important that night so you tagged along.

  That's when the two of you stumbled upon a curry place serving different types of katsu and curries.

  When Beom-seok mentioned it to the group, you gasped as you remembered the place and gave him a knowing smile— feeling excited to show Si-eun and Su-ho the new place. It was owned and run by a sweet family, and the food was inexpensive. Su-ho was in a particularly good mood that day, probably since he had a good sleep in class (but when does he not?), and offered to cover all the costs for everyone's lunch.

  You tried to protest and deny, but he kept insisting and because of that, you decided to hang around him more and be nicer to him for today. Just to show your appreciation.

  However, when you sat beside Su-ho instead of Beom-seok like you usually do, Beom-seok had a slight grimace on his face as he eyed the two of you. The grimace didn't last long when the waitress, an older lady that was quite short, sweetly came to your table to ask if you guys were ready to order. As usual, you guys were too busy complaining and joking about things happening at school to remember you guys had to order.

  You apologize to the sweet lady, asking for a couple minutes more to look over the menu and she nods with a gentle smile, soon leaving the group of you guys to order. You decide to stick with the same thing you ordered with Beom-seok the last time you were here. The white rice and curry with chicken katsu. 

  Su-ho then turns to you with a query, "Hey, 

Y/n?"

  You look up from the menu and towards him with a small curve to the corner of your lips. "Yeah?"

  "Uhm..." he looks back at his menu. "So, you've been here before. What did you get?"

  "Oh, I'm just getting the chicken katsu like I did last time." You respond, pointing to where it is on the menu.

  "Okay! Then I'll get that— wait! They have Tonkatsu. I'll have that instead!" He declares like he's a king from ancient times declaring an idea to resolve a war.

  You end up letting out a soft giggle at his silliness, you think nothing of it, but Beom-seok immediately picks up on it. 

  You guys place your orders, and since it's the middle of the day, the restaurant is a bit more packed than usual, so you guys have plenty of time to talk.

  "So, you and Beom-seok came here before?" Su-ho asks, just to get the conversation going.

  "Yeah! We actually did. The workers here are really nice, we found out it's a family owned business. Their food is really good. Right, Beom-seok-a?" You turn to him.

  He sits across from you, and you expect to see his usual small and sweet smile you always like, but instead of a warm Beom-seok that's always ready to engage in conversation, you're met with an uninterested one.

  He's looking at his hands, fidgeting with them, avoiding eye contact. When you mention him, he doesn't even look up, just a quiet, distant, "Yeah." Something was off, but you didn't wanna immediately ask a bunch of questions. Maybe he just zoned out, or you just caught him off guard.

  You nod, a little less enthusiastic than before. Beom-seok was deep in thought, remembering every single detail that happened between you and Su-ho since the moment the two of you started talking about the restaurant at the gate of the school.

  Maybe he was overthinking it, or maybe he wasn't. He was always wary of Su-ho. He thought Su-ho had this superior complex. Always throwing an arm around him, always belittling him.

  Now, you're befriending him. He didn't know what it was, but he always had a thing for you. He starts to remember, just a couple times, he would get a little desperate and stalk your Instagram page. He especially loved the pictures you posted of the selfies you guys took together and, shamefully, he would start to grind against his mattress and eventually cum in his jeans.

  Then he starts to reminisce about other things you guys did together. When you guys would hang out outside of the group, when you followed him back on Instagram (something Su-ho could never do), the nightly texting even if there's school in the morning, he trusted you. At least he thought he could. Now with you and Su-ho laughing at dumb inside jokes only you two would understand, he felt hurt.

  He thought you understood him, that you guys were close, especially after that one night when you comforted him and went to this same restaurant after his argument with his dad, he thought you two had something. He felt wronged, and he didn't know what to do except to just ignore you.

  Try and see if you missed him. If he gave you the silent treatment, maybe you'd apologize. Even if you weren't sure what you did wrong. 

  Then your guys' food came out.

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  Beom-seok finally looked up when he saw the waitress walking towards the table with a tray of food. She sets the curry in front of the four of you and when you get up to use the restroom to wash your hands, the rest dig into their food.

  Well, Su-ho did. He immediately picks up his silver utensil to devour his food. Si-eun calmly starts to begin to eat his food, but Beom-seok just stares down at his food. Wondering if he should follow after you and maybe talk to you. 

  He decides not to, fearing that you might brush off his concerns and tell him he's being dramatic. So, he just starts to eat. You soon return and join them. As you guys eat, Su-ho practically inhales his food before you guys even finish, and you tease him about it, causing you two to laugh.

  "Hey! Are you Kirby or something?" You nudge him playfully when he sighs, leaning back into his seat, full after eating. "You ate that so quickly!"

  He laughs, pushing you gently back, "Hey, you guys just eat like birds!" 

  Beom-seok feels his stomach clench in jealousy and he accidentally scoffs under his breath. The three of you look at him, curious.

  "Hey, what's your problem?" Su-ho asks, more in curiosity than intimidation, but Beom-seok takes it that way with the way Su-ho says it in his tone of voice.

  "Nothing. Just eat your food." Beom-seok says in an annoyed tone with a tinge of attitude. You immediately catch on, he sounds pissed off.

  "Is everything alright?" You pause the task of eating to look at him and he sighs.

  "Gosh, why are you guys acting like there's something wrong?" He speaks in a more angered tone this time. "Just leave me alone."

  After that talk, the mood is kind of killed and the four of you soon part ways after Su-ho pays the bill.

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  Beom-seok walked into his room, uneasy and bothered. He remembers the way you were with Su-ho and feels that same prickling feeling of envy when he hears you laughing, not for him, but for Su-ho.

  He huffs, kicking his backpack on the floor. His so-called "dad" was gone so he could express his anger in any form he liked. His mind ponders on the thought of jerking off to you again, but he decides against it. You didn't deserve his attention after betraying him in such ways.

  He runs a hand through his long bangs, sighing as he leaned against the door. He felt so lost and didn't know what to do. He didn't want to lose you, but you were slipping from his hands like silky soft strings of velvet. 

  He needed to get his mind off of you, but that was almost impossible. Scrolling on Instagram? Your page pops up. Looking through his saved numbers to talk to someone? You were his top contact. He needed to get as far away from you as possible, but all he wanted to do was get as close as he possibly could.

  He was stuck. Sure he could just send a quick text to talk, but there it was, that ugly feeling crawling up again, stinging his throat, preventing him from doing anything. He didn't know what to say. You made him nervous to speak. He felt trapped in his own thoughts.

  The only thing he thought of to do was to take some melatonin gummies he snuck from his dad's room and go to sleep and hope that everything resolves itself tomorrow.

  ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ 😴.ᐟ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 

  You were in your room in the apartment you live in with your parents. You scrolled through your phone, girls you knew from school hanging out with each other and their boyfriends. You chewed on your nail, anxious. Hoping that Beom-seok might text you, maybe explain what was up with him earlier.

  He seemed agitated and you wondered if maybe you had something to do with it. You scrolled through your phone, not paying any mind to who or what's on your feed. You're too busy wondering and daydreaming.

  You open up your phone app and click on Beom-seok's contact. You decide to text him a couple times and see what he says, it wasn't too late, he might still be up and wanna text you as usual.

  "Hiii"

"Are u up?"

"You seemed mad at me earlier, but idk"

"Are you okay?"

  It was delivered, but it was 10pm on a school night. You wouldn't hold it against him if he didn't reply, he might've been tired and fell asleep.

  You wait a couple minutes and he doesn't read your texts. So, you conclude that he was asleep. You didn't have anyone else to text and you guessed that no one was gonna text you either, so you also decided to head to bed, the thought of Beom-seok still lingering in the back of your head.

  ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ 😴.ᐟ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 

  The following morning, you had walked to school and headed to your first period. You and Beom-seok had shared that class together. You felt a little excited to see him and maybe talk to him about yesterday, just to check in.

  You were one of the first people to arrive in the class. You take your usual seat in the classroom and pull out your supplies. Soon, Beom-seok comes in and takes his usual seat in front of you.

  When he walks in, you try to say good morning and start a conversation with him, but your smile soon fades when he barely spares a glance at you and just sits down without a thought.

  He was definitely mad at you. You tried to reason, maybe he was tired, but even on days when he had like 2 hours of sleep the previous night, he was always in the mood to joke around with you. There was something bothering him.

  "Beom-seok-a..." You whisper softly, testing the waters while tapping his shoulder. You notice him pause for a moment, tensing when you touch him. He turns around to look at you, pushing up his glasses when he starts to speak.

  "Yeah?"

  "Are you okay? Are you mad at me?" You see him rolling his eyes a bit, his jaw clenching ever so slightly when he avoids your eyes. 

  "No? Why would I be? Did you do something wrong?" He seems to grit out through his teeth in a questioning tone, seeming to try and cover up what he feels deep down.

  "Oh...okay. I was just wondering ‘cause you've seemed upset since yesterday... Can I borrow a pen?"

  "I don’t have any spares." He murmurs sharply, being quick to turn back around and work on his assignment. You didn't really need to borrow a pen, you just liked asking him small favors just so he can hand you something and so you can hear him stutter out a little, "You're welcome."

  Nonetheless, he doesn't do that this time. Just ignoring you. Acting like you guys are just random strangers exchanging a few words, not friends.

  Because of that, you decide to stop talking to him and pipe down a little. Just until all of the four of you meet up in the cafeteria.

 

₊˚ ⋅ 𓐐𓎩 ‧₊˚ ⋅( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;)

 

  At lunch, the group of you take a seat at an empty table in the cafeteria. Beom-seok is as quiet as Su-ho when you choose to sit next to Su-ho again.

  Su-hi doesn't seem to care or even acknowledge your new seats and he immediately starts complaining about his teacher from the last period.

  "Ughh, she keeps handing out so much homework, gosh, I can't wait to graduate."

  "OH, shut up!" You exclaim with a playful tinge of annoyance hinting in your tone as you gently hit his arms. "You sleep through half— no, all of your classes!" You retort, holding in a giggle. It always irritated you a little when Su-ho of all people complained about school like he didn't slack off and take a huge nap on all his assignments.

  Su-ho chuckles and he ruffles the hair on the top of your head teasingly. "Okay, well some of us aren't studious geniuses, 'kay?" You giggle in response and Beom-seok tries not to stare while he gets filled with envy. Nevertheless, his eyes keep wandering to the way your hair gets messed up when Su-ho runs his hand through it. The way your eyes crinkle and you smile while you and Su-ho playfully fight.

  He knew he shouldn't feel this way, be so painfully jealous, the pair of you were just friends. Even if you two did have a thing for each other, it wasn't like you and Beom-seok were dating, he had no say or control in whether you and Su-ho should be together. Still, a sense of longing still lingers deep in his heartstrings as he watches helplessly as the two of you bond. Seeing you laugh because of Su-ho made his stomach twist.

It should be him making you smile — not Su-ho.

  He wanted to leave. No, he needed to leave, but what other friends did he have? You three were the only people that accepted him, talked to him. Plus, he didn't wanna draw a bunch of attention to himself when he abruptly stands up and takes a seat at a random table with people that most likely hate him for no reason. 

  In the end, he decides that his best option would be to just sit there, watching the two of you horse around while he fumes with envy.

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  After school, you search around for the group lingering outside the gate. You see Beom-seok, Si-eun, and Su-ho lingering outside at the gate, waiting for you. You quickly jog towards them, sneaking up behind a distracted Su-ho.

  “Boo!” You exclaim quickly, placing your two hands on his shoulders. You see him jump a bit and you let out a soft laugh. “You practically pissed yourself, scaredy cat.” You jab at him and he scoffs, rolling his eyes, but you spot a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

  “Gosh, Y/n, we were waiting so long for you.” You smile at him back before looking at Beom-seok. Your eyes meet for barely a second — enough to send a jolt through your chest — before you look away too quickly, pretending nothing happened. You feel your heart race after the brief, non-physical interaction. You don't even hear what Su-ho is trying to discuss until he speaks directly to you.

  “What do you think, y/n?”

  You snap out of it. “Uhm… of what?”

Su-ho laughs and nudges you on the shoulder a bit.

  “Wanna go to the mall?” He asks, a smirk still present on his face and you can't help but smile back. 

  “Yeah! Of course!”

  “Okay, then it's decided, we'll go to the mall!” Su-ho announces with a huge grin on his face.

  “Actually,” you hear someone speak up quietly, Beom-seok finally speaking up. “I have to head home. My dad wants me home after school, he just texted me.”

  “Wait, but isn't he out of town for the next week because of a meeting thing—”

  “—Political fundraiser.” His interruption is sharp, too sharp. He never cuts you off like that.

  “Yeah, right…” you murmur quietly.

  “Anyway, he's still out of town, but he wants to make sure I head home after school to study. So, sorry guys, I have to go.” He avoids eye contact as he says that, but it was a complete lie he made up. He figured it was believable enough, at least for the bunch of you to not question it.

  After he walks away, you turn to the other two. “Uhm, I don't wanna hang out if we're not gonna be a whole group, so I'll head home too. I've been slacking off a bit, so I might as well study.”

  Su-ho seems confused, he wasn't used to everyone blowing off plans. “Si-eun? What about you?”

  Si-eun also shrugs, his hands in his Grey hoodie pockets. “I should go to my cram school.” Su-ho huffs in protest.

  “Guys… why is everyone abandoning me today?”

He groans dramatically. “Fine. I guess fate wants me to work.”

  You three part ways, saying your goodbyes as you go off to do your own things.

 

· · ─ · 🌱 · ─ · ·

  When you had returned home, you didn't want to study. You wouldn't study. Your mind was too busy drifting off to Beom-seok. He seemed so… distant, lately. You missed seeing him smile and missed seeing his 2 front teeth peeking out as he parts his lips when you two would talk.

  You didn't bother second guessing yourself and pulled out your phone after you had taken a seat at your desk.

  “Beom-seok?????”

“Hiii”

“You didn't respond to my messages from yesterday 😔😔😔”

“do u wanna call? Or r u still studying?”

  You impatiently wait for him to respond, staring at your sentence messages. 

  Read

  Beomseok!!!: 💬💬💬

  You see the 3 little dots popping up as he starts to type, but they soon disappear and you let out a soft scoff to yourself, quickly typing out new responses.

  “hey???”

“ik u read my messages”

“r u mad at me?”

“am I being annoying? Im sorry”

“pls responddd”

  He leaves you on read again and you let out another scoff, more in disappointment than anger. You put your phone down, maybe he was just busy and he'll text you later.

  In the meantime, you decide to shower.

  🚿🫧₊ ⊹🚿🫧₊ ⊹🚿🫧₊ ⊹

  When you come out, hair damp, in clean pj's, you immediately make a beeline towards your phone. You flop onto your bed, laying on your back and checking for any messages from him.

  By the time you had left the bathroom, the sun had started to quickly set already. Soft rain drops occasionally battering against your curtained windows.

  You see a missed call and you feel your heart beat pick up, but your hopes and high spirits are quickly crushed as you realize it's just a spam caller ID.

  You text Beom-seok again.

  “Beom-seok?”

“Are you mad at me?”

“Please respond”

“Can we talk?”

  2 minutes later, left on read once more. You were done with it. When you checked his location, he was still at home. So, you decided to take a little trip.

  ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

  You had changed into warmer clothes before you left. Jeans, black rain boots, a plain white shirt, and a black rain coat zipped up. You had also grabbed a navy blue umbrella as you quickly jogged to his house. 

  “Oh my god, oh my god, I'm fucking crazy…” you whisper to yourself, shivering to yourself as you jog by some bypassers. Not only was it rainy, it was windy and safe to say, you were pretty fucking cold.

  Your umbrella had almost blown out of your hands multiple times. You've never been out in the rain, especially under breezy circumstances. A couple of times, with the wind trying to take you and your umbrella away, you thought you'd turn into a new Mary Poppins with how hard it was blowing.

  Safe to say, when you made it to the door of his impressive and modern 2 story house, you were freezing. Your face, especially your cheeks, were cold along with your numb hands. Even your toes, covered in thick socks and rain boots,felt like they were gonna fall off for every step you took.

  Even worse, with the winds’ constant assault towards your umbrella, you had inevitably gotten yourself sprayed with rain water, hair damp, blinking water droplets from your eyes.

  You quickly knock on the door of the sleek, astounding house. You had realized there was a doorbell and you rang it. As you awaited for Beom-seok to step out and let you in, you looked around the gated area and spotted his yard surrounding his house with blooming flowers and hedges that were neatly trimmed.

  You hear steps from behind the door. You guess he's looking at you through the monitoring camera at his front door since you can hear his once quick, battering footsteps pause for longer than the average person would be trying to respond to someone standing outside their door.

  The door opens up to a confused Beom-seok, wearing a striped, long-sleeved, dark blue and white top and a pair of slim straight jeans.

  “Huh? What— why are you here?” He asks, and you shiver a bit, stuttering out a quick explanation.

  “You weren't responding to any of my messages!” You shout, having to be a bit louder under the hard, pouring rain. You can't help but admire Beom-seok's slightly disheveled black hair. “I decided to come here since you couldn't respond over text, maybe you could explain in person!” You continue to call out, now in a more confrontational tone.

  “Explain and tell me what's going on with you, Beom-seok-a!” You start to demand.

  His eyes hardened, that same look you had seen when you and him locked eyes earlier at the gate. “Explain what? There's nothing going on!” He replies back in a louder, more firm tone.

  “You've been avoiding me! Why?” Your umbrella almost slips from your hands again, but you try to play it off, even when your once cold cheeks start to flare up and warm in embarrassment.

  “‘Cause— It doesn't matter, y/n, just go home…please.” He tries to brush it off, avoiding your eyesight again and you step closer.

  “It does matter! It matters to me, because you aren't texting me back, and you seem pissed off ever since… since that time at the restaurant with Su-ho and Si-eun!” You reminisce about how quiet Beom-seok became when you guys made your way to the katsu restaurant.

  “It's because you— b-because I—” he stammers, shutting his eyes as he kisses at himself, trying to shut his damn mouth before he tells you something he'll regret later.

  “What? Do you like me or something?” You blurt out, you weren't a very confrontational person and you curse yourself because of the absolute stupidity you just spewed out. If he really liked you, he wouldn't be treating you like he hated your guts.

  Oh, how you were wrong, though, because when Beom-seok presses his lip into a thin line, staring down at his feet, covered in soft, black socks, pressed down on the cold wooden floor of his house, you knew you had taken the words directly from his mouth.

  “What. Wait— What?!” You exclaim loudly, in shock. “Do you actually…like…like me?”

  He nods and you freeze up, panicking. You liked him too, even as much as you tried to deny it, but now that he actually confessed, you don't know how to react.

  “I– I uh… like you too… Beom-seok.” You manage to stammer out. He finally looks up, to meet your gaze, but now you're the one avoiding eye contact.

  “R-really?”

  “Yeah…” you murmur under your breath, clenching onto your umbrella like he was gonna reject you after finding out you liked him back.

  He reaches out, grabbing your wet jacket sleeve and forces you to meet your eyes. You were nervous, looking into his deep brown eyes in this tense situation, but you also felt a strange sense of comfort.

  “Please… tell me you're telling the truth…” He pleads with longing eyes and you feel your lips part.

  “I like you, okay? I actually really like you…” you make sure to tell him with the most genuine voice you can, and you almost hate him a bit, just a little, for making you feel this humiliated. You don't know why, but confessing your feelings to him felt so embarrassing, even knowing he likes you back. It just awakens this fear in you that maybe he'll psych you out and laugh in your face.

  You're not with any cruel laughter in your face, no, in fact, you're pleasantly surprised when you feel his soft, warm lips pressing against your parted ones and you let out a soft gasp.

  After a moment, he pulls away, his own lips parted and his tongue flicks out, wetting his lips again, he's about to say something but you quickly whine out, “Beom-seok, can you like, let me come inside? It's freezing out here!”

  He quickly nods, letting out a nervous chuckle as he moves to the side to let you come through. He closes the door behind the two of you and you marvel at the high ceilings of his house. “Wow, it's so nice…” you take off your rain boots, but you can't shake off this uneasy feeling after walking inside.

  Although the house is still much warmer than the outside, it doesn't feel…cozy. Everything inside felt expensive, polished, and strangely empty, even if it's filled to the brim with expensive collectibles and decorated with priceless, but meaningless, paintings. Like a house that's meant to be seen, not lived in. 

  You're quickly snapped out of your mind, observing and inferring, when Beom-seok puts his hands on your hips, tucking your damp hair behind your ears.

  “Take off your coat… you're soaking…” He helps tug off your coat and hang it on the coat hanger.

  “OH! Yeah, thanks. Gosh, Su-ho wasn't lying when he said your house was marvelous…” Beom-seok seems to physically recoil disgust at the mention of Su-ho and this time, you notice.

  “Hey, I don’t know what you think, but there's nothing going on with me and Su-ho. I like you and you only.” Your hand rests on his cheek and he looks up, meeting your eyes.

  “Then prove it.” He breathes out, his voice unsure and shaky.

  “Wh-what?”

  “Prove that you like me and me only.” He mutters out, voice more steady now but rougher with want.

  “U-uhm… how?” You feel your cheeks heating up as you're pushed up against the wall. His eyes soften as he meets your flushed expression.

  You know what he's suggesting, but you're not sure if you should initiate and close the distance between you two.

  Luckily, you don't have to. Beom-seok grows impatient and quickly presses his lips firmly against yours. Instinctively, your hands come up, left hand on his shoulder, right hand on his jaw.

  He whimpers against your lips, his hands shifting from your waist to your head to pull you closer. As you guys sloppily make out, he slowly drags you to his bedroom, never taking his hands or mouth off of you.

  His left hand presses against your lower back while his right shuts the door behind you guys. Your arms are wrapped around his shoulders and he desperately kisses you. You thought you were being needy with your kissing, but Beom-seok is on another level. He shoves you up against the door with a thud, causing you to pull away and gasp.

  “Fuckkngh…” He whimpers, forehead resting on the open space of the wooden door, painted white, besides your head. You pant for air, lips wet and you remove a hand from him to wipe off some excess drool from the corner of your lips.

  Beom-seok's hands never leave you, whether it's holding your wrists, your shoulders, or your hips. He holds your left leg onto his hip as he presses you up against the door, pinning you there.

  He gently places wet, warm, open-mouthed kisses on the right of your neck and a soft moan slips from your lips, causing his hips to buck up once, grinding up in between your thighs.

  He whines at the friction and you do too. “Y/n….” He mumbles against your skin, the sensation of the vibrations against your skin combined with his pleading voice just gets you so turned on.

  “Mhm?” You murmur, hands running through his hair.

  “Please… don't leave…” he huffs against your skin, continuing to nip very softly at your skin, careful to not leave any marks.

  You can't help but let out a soft giggle of amusement. Gently petting his hair, you murmur comfortingly, “Of course not… You know I would never…”

  That seems to turn him on even more because he straightens up, pressing his lips against yours again as he continues to grind against you. 

  He continues to let out needy sounds against your skin, holding onto you like a needy koala. “Can we please…”

  You smile, becoming a bit sheepish at his suggestion. You know what he's trying to lead to, but you wanna hear him say it out loud. You manage to pry his head off of you, looking into his eyes. His lips are a bit swollen, glasses skewed, hair disheveled, he looked pathetically adorable.

  His eyes say everything, they do all the begging, but you also want to hear his mouth do the begging.

  “Please what?” You smirk at him.

  “Please… can we please like…”

  “Use your words.” You tease, rubbing your thumb against his left cheek.

  He lets out a shuddering sigh as he grinds against you with tiny whines. “Please… can I… I wanna… I want you…” he whispers, his voice trembling with his raw words. “I want you so bad… so so badly that I can't even—” his voice cracks, words getting stuck in his throat while he continues to rut between your thighs. “Just…dont go… please… stay with me…”

  Your lips part again, surprised at his honesty and blatant horniness present in his voice. His confession isn't smooth. It's messy, but real and genuine, not at all practice, just genuinely sincere.

  “Then take me.” You whisper softly. “If you want me so badly then you can have me.” You feel your heart rate pick up, pounding on your ribs when you say that.

  Then he doesn't resist anymore. Any trace of restraint Beom-seok had just snapped. Now that he knew you also wanted this for sure, he surges forward, kissing you even harder than before.

  He acts desperate, hungry, touch-starved. His glasses always crooked every time he pulls away and you can hear his voice tremble, just for a moment before his lips crash onto yours. His hands also shake a bit from the adrenaline, always switching from your hips to your back, pulling you impossibly close like he'll lose you.

  You gasp at his sudden intensity and he chases for that sound, constantly trying to surprise you and make you whine again like it's his life support.

  He then drags you over to his bed, walking backwards, grabbing onto you and kissing you until he falls backwards onto the bed with you on top.

  He doesn’t seem to have that position in mind, making a low, frustrated sound in his throat as he flips you around, laying you on his pillows. His hair hangs over his forehead, wet and messy, dripping onto your cheeks. His gaze is dark, wide, filled with fear and want and jealousy and awe as he cages you under him with his arms.

  “Don’t like Su-ho,” he mutters, voice low, rough. “Don’t look at him like that. Don’t smile at him like you smile at me.”

You open your mouth to respond, but he quickly shuts the gap parted between your lips with his tongue.

  You moan into each other's mouths and he breathes hard, pulling away for another moment as he looks at you. “I just want you to choose me…”

  You respond, “I did choose you. I am choosing you.”

  His expression breaks—just for a second—softening with relief and disbelief. You rarely see that look on him. It’s vulnerable. Unprotected. Real.

  And then it twists back into want.

  He kisses you again, slower at first, deep and consuming, then building back into that messy, breathless rhythm. His knee slides between your legs—just enough to pull another small sound from your throat.

  He shudders at that, burying his face against your neck.

  “God… say my name,” he breathes, voice cracking. “Please.”

  As he begs, it turns you on so much so you say his name, whispering it into his ear and that just shatters him, his breath catches and he feels like he's losing all of his control all over again.

  “I wanna fuck you so bad, y/n… can I? Please?” You can feel your panties getting even more soaked with every “please” he throws into his sentences, you don't trust yourself to be able to put any words together with how hazy your mind is so you just nod. 

  Just when you thought he couldn't get you any wetter, he keeps thanking you as he gets up. He leaves for a moment, muttering a sweet, “Stay there,” before he leaves the room. 

  He returns with a handful of foils clenched in his hands. “I-I didn't know how many to grab… there were a lot in my dad's room so… so I just grabbed a bunch.”

  At first, you thought it was funny that he grabbed a bunch, you'd never get through all those. Then your mind lingered, but what if you did? Go through each and every one of them, and your stomach does fluttering flips of arousal when your racing thoughts finally caught up and you realized you were finally gonna fuck Beom-seok.

  “Y-yeah I think that's plenty…” you murmur shyly, face flushing.

  “S-so… do we take off our clothes or something? I've never done this before…” Beom-seok stammers out, taking off his glasses and setting him on his nightstand beside the little pile of condoms.

  You take a good look at his face. He didn't look too different without them on, still handsome and cute looking. “Y-yeah…” you guys start to tug off your own shirts. He crawls onto the bed, going on top of you.

  You're reaching for the button and zipper on your jeans but Beom-seok beats you to it. “L-let me help.” His fingers trembled and yours did too as you both frantically tried to pull off each other's jeans.

  You get his pair off first and he whines, his white underwear peaking out, prominent bulge peaking out. You tug his jeans as far as you can, to his knees which he's currently kneeling on.

  You pull your hands away to give him space as he urgently tries to pull your pants off. “Please, please, please, pleaase…..” he mewls softly, “I can't fucking wait… I need to cum so badly…”

  His fingers fumble and you decide to help since you were also getting quite impatient.

  Once the two of you are left in you underwear, the two of you go quiet, just staring at each other's half naked bodies. "Gosh, you're so gorgeous..." Beom-seok hesitantly runs his warm hands from your chest, down to your thighs, causing you to twitch a bit at the ticklish sensation.

  You let out a quiet moan, sitting up straight so your back is up against the headboard. "A-ah..." Small noises continue to slip involuntarily from your lips as Beom-seok continues you caress you.

  "Please... can I?" He tugs at your bra and you nod. Beom-seok is quick to unclasp your bra, only fumbling a bit, not struggling as much as he did with your jeans.

  The second he throws your bra off, your nipples perk up at the cold air and he quickly pops one into his mouth and you stutter a breath as his warm tongue flicks against your tits. His right hand comes up, groping at the other tit and your head tilts back, every suction of his mouth against you chest causing your breath to hitch.

  "B-Beom-seok..." You let out a breathy moan and you feel his cock twitch through his underwear. You hands run through his hair as he continues to pick and suck at your nipple until it becomes oversenstive.

  You're now more than ready to take his cock now to you remove a hand from his hair, grabbing a foil from the nightstand besides you. Beom-seok's head lifts up at the sound of the condom crinkling between your fingers, a trail of saliva still connecting his lips your your tit.

  "H-here..." You hand him the condom, nervous as you suggest that you're ready. His eyes widen in excitement and he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand as he takes the foils from your palm.

  He quickly tugs down his white underwear, his cock slapping against his lower stomach. He's already slick with precum, the liquid dripping from his tip down his shaft. You watch, lips parting at the sexual scene playing right before your eyes.

  His hands, feeling clammy with the jitters, run from his tip down to his base, trying to spread the precum without immediately cumming at the sensation. "O-oh god..." he whines to himself when his palm makes contact to his cock 

  He soon tears open the condom, uneasy with excitement to finally bury himself into you. Clumsily, he rolls the rubber along his shaft.

  "Mh..." He pulls his underwear off along with his jeans still on his knees, kicking them off to the side.

  Without thinking, when he's crawling on top, you reach out, fingertips brushing against his cock and he lets out a loud groan. Your eyes meet and he seems a bit surprised, lips parted. 

  "S-sorry..." You sheepishly apologize and he just gives you a small, flustered smile.

  He tugs down your panties, soaked and he smiles proudly to himself and you immediately point it out to tease him. 

  "Stop smiling!" You giggle, playfully tapping his shoulder and that cause him to grin even wider, holding up your panties. "Because of me?" He gives you a bashful smile.

  When you're blushing, he decides to toy with you even more by pressing the flat of his tongue along the wet slit marking your panties. You obviously gasp, snatching them from his hands before he can do anything worse and he takes advantage of your ajared lips by pressing his mouth against yours, warm tongue delving into your mouth.

  You immediately lean back in, hand resting on his jaw as you can taste the essence of your juices on your own tongue.

  As you guys make out, he nudges his hips between your thighs. He pulls away to look and make sure hes putting his cock in the right place. His runs his tip up and down along your anticipating, soaking slit until his cock get caught in the dip for the entrance of your vagina. 

  You both moan in sync, looking down at yoir most intimate parts meeting eachother. 

  "O-okay... I'm gonna put it in.." he stammers out and you nod and he slowly pushes into your virgin hole, a slight, thin resistance giving out under his slow push. You feel a slight, unfamiliar stretch that has a quick sting, but is soon quickly followed by a soft warmth and a huge wave of pleasure.

  You hole makes an obscene squelch as he pushes in his entire cock. He holds it there as you two gather your thoughts. 

  As you guys cockwarm, your foreheads are pressed together, covered in a sheen of sweat,sounds of heavy, uneven breaths filling the air between you. 

  Eventually, he starts to pull out slowly until his head only remains inside. You expect him to slowly push back in until you guys adjust, but you're pleasantly surprised when his snaps his hips quickly, plunging into you.

  "Agh!~" It almost feels like he knocked the wind out of you when he quickly shoves his cock into your in one smooth motion.

  "Fuckngh!" He cries out, head dipping down as his feet tries to brace against the bed while he leans into you, hips twitching.

  "G-god...you're so fucking tight..." he groans besides your ear, where you can only whine in response.

  He then starts to set a brutal pace, slowly pulling out and snapping his hips bakc inside you. You can barely make any noises as he grinds his pelvis against yours while he's balls deep inside of your slick pussy.

  Once he gets a hang of the pace, he brings one hand up to pull your thighs up onto his hips and you gasp softly as he firmly grabs onto your thighs, but still trying to be gentle to not hurt you too bad, just to let you know that he's got you. Once he's got you into position, he uses bothe his hands to hold onto your thighs while your head leans back into his pillows.

  You guys both moan while he adjusts himself to do quick and shallow thrusts, his head hitting a spongey spot inside you that makes you see stars. His cock twitches erratically inside you when he hears your loud moans as he hits that spot over and over again.

  "Beom-seok!" You moan and he pants in response, hand coming up, putting the tip of his thumb in his mouth and using it to tub your clit, causing your hips to jerk up, meeting his thrusts and he whines.

  You both feel like you're going to combust. His once steady rhythm falters, losing the pace as he reaches his peak.

  "O-oh... y/n...I'm gonna cum..." he whimpers, hips stuttering and once your thighs clench, orgasming on his dick, he finally cums. 

  You moan, back arching while you feel the condom inside you fill up with his load. He shoves his hips hard into you as he cums with broken whines, hips continuing to stutter against you.

  You guys stay like that for a while until he pulls out, spent cock hitting against his thigh.

  He pulls off the condom, tying it up and throwing it into a trash bin by his bed. He collapses onto the open space beside you on his mattress. You guys cuddle up, sweaty under the blankets.

  He kisses down your neck and collarbones, you guys panting.

  "Y/n?"

  "Yeah?"

  "Wanna go to that katsu place from the other day?"

    (,,>﹏<,,)(,,>﹏<,,)(,,>﹏<,,)

  I've been obsessed with Beom-seok lately, he's so me core tbh, I still love Si-eun tho cus hes a cutie, but then I saw Hong Kyung in Good News and OMLLLL. Hes so gorgeous 🥹✌️ also like when he started speaking Japanese lowkey almost busted.

I am working of Chapter 2 of, "are we really just friends", but I didn't get much done cus i got side tracked and start writing this so it may be a whole until a new chapter is posted 😔🙏

Hoped yall enjoyed!!!

[k1ttlekattl3]

Are We Really Just Friends?

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Yayayay, so I'm writing a fanfic! Hope you guys enjoy! 😽✌️

  Pt.1!  

   Pairing: childhood friend! Yeon Si-eun x f!Reader  

   Summary: Reader and Si-eun were childhood friends from the 2nd grade, bonding over their quietness and smarts. However, during the 7th grade, Reader had to leave for the U.S. and transfer schools after her dad got a better job opportunity there. Now, after getting herself in trouble, her parents sent her back to Korea to attend a troublesome school called Eunjang High to "teach her a lesson" and "humble" her while she stays with her old friend Si-eun and his mother in their apartment.  

   Content Warnings: None for this part! Just meeting and lore explanations, MAYBE some fluff. (,,>﹏<,,)  

   Additional Information: So basically, I changed the plot a bit, so Eunjang High School is both girls and boys, so the reader can attend too. Also, the reader is smart like Si-eun, so that's why they bonded, so yeah 🤔🤔🤔 and I also think this is going to be a slow burn cus idk how to write romantic scenes so maybe friends to lovers hmmmmm. ALSO, THIS TAKES PLACE IN WH2!!!  

Word Count ≈ 5.4k

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  You had just landed at Incheon International Airport. The atmosphere was bustling with many groups of people, crowded with multiple happy families reuniting. 

  You, on the other hand, didn't have any family to greet after your tiring 13-hour flight from the U.S., straight back to Korea, where you once grew up. 

  However, after the grueling process of immigration check, struggling to find your passport, and grabbing your suitcase from baggage claim, you were able to meet your childhood best friend, Si-eun, and his mother.

  You didn’t really like the idea of having them drive an hour to the airport to pick you up and take you to their apartment, but Mrs. Yeon insisted, and here you were, waiting outside the glass doors, looking for their car while pressing your phone to your ear, talking on the phone with Mrs. Yeon.

  "Ah- what was that? You're breaking up on me -" You hear Mrs. Yeon, barely, over your buffering phone. The cell service wasn't the clearest, but at least you were able to get on a phone call with it.

  "I said that I'm standing outside of, uhh...." You look around, trying to find which gate exit you're standing outside of, "Gate 6... no 7!" The wind was blowing your hair into your face, and you huffed into the phone a couple of times, trying to brush your hair out of your way. 

  "Gosh, it's so windy.... wait, is that you guys - never mind..." You murmured, more to yourself than Mrs. Yeon, and over the phone, you hear her gasp.

  "Oh!! I think I see you, hold on... let me pull up." You spin around, trying to find their car, and sure enough, you see two familiar faces sitting in the front of the white car they're driving in. Mrs. Yeon hops out of the car, immediately embracing you in a hug before you can even greet her.

  She smiles at you, and you smile back. "Hi, Mrs. Yeon! Thank you so much for letting me stay with you guys, I hope it's not a burden."

  She shakes her head with a smile, "No, no, not at all! So nice to see you again after all this time!" You are so welcomed by her warmth and niceness that you almost don't notice Si-eun lingering behind his mother, hands in his hoodie, until Mrs. Yeon sternly turns to him, "Si-eun, help her put her suitcase in the back of the car."

  You try to insist that you can do it yourself and that they don't have to help, but Si-eun is surprisingly quick, grabbing the suitcase and putting the heavy luggage into the trunk of the car with little struggle, and for a moment, you catch yourself admiring his hair and profile before you turn back to Mrs. Yeon, bowing and apologizing profusely for being such a bother. 

  "Thank you again for picking me up, I know it was a long drive, thank you so much, Mrs. Yeon." You continue thanking her when you get into the backseat of the car, your backpack beside you in the middle seat while Mrs. Yeon tells you that it was the least she could do. 

  "You've grown so much! I almost didn't recognize you when I came to pick you up!" You give her a shy smile and quip a quick, "Really?" In response.

    The one-hour drive back to their apartment in Seoul goes by fairly quickly. You grabbed your backpack, throwing it over your shoulder, and before you could reach the trunk of the car, Mrs. Yeon had already shoved the suitcase into Si-eun's hands for him to haul up the stairs.

  "Uhm, here, I'll take it, it's okay..." You murmured to Si-eun, reaching a hand out, but Si-eun stopped, giving you a quiet look before responding.

  "It's fine. I'll do it." He says briefly, and it surprises you a bit. You didn’t hear him speak once during the entire ride back, and for some reason, you weren't expecting his voice to sound so different, even after all these years. His voice was still soft and gentle, just a little bit deeper and... careful, like he's trying to figure out the perfect, precise words to say like he'd immediately be chastised on the spot if he said something slightly off.

  After you freeze for a quick moment, you manage to murmur, "Thank you..." and he looks at you for a moment more before turning and shuffling up the steps with his hands clinging to the handles.

  Your eyes linger on him for a little while before you adjust the backpack strap that's sitting on your right shoulder and follow him up with Mrs. Yeon was tailing behind after she locked the car doors with a "beep."

  You and Si-eun wait for Mrs. Yeon, to unlock the door of the apartment with her key, and Si-eun lets you walk in first. The 3 of you slip off your shoes and Mrs. Yeon shows you to the room you're staying in. The room looked really clean. You swore that your eyeballs were gonna pop out of their sockets with how the room practically sparkled with how organized it was.

 

Your mouth accidentally slips out a faint, "Wow..." and when you catch yourself, you feel a bit red in embarrassment. Si-eun meets your eyes again while he slides over your suitcase to you, and you break eye contact before he does, making you feel even more shy.

  "Thank you, guys." You show your gratitude again for what feels like the 30th time today. You really don't wanna seem ungrateful or leave a bad impression for the first time of seeing them after years.

  Mrs. Yeon shakes her head with a smile, waving her hands, trying to play down her actions, "No, no, it's not that big of a deal. It's our pleasure." She then shows you where the bathroom is where you can shower and do bathroom stuff that you do, well, in the bathroom— Duh.

  Then, when she leaves, Si-eun lingers behind, giving you a soft look as he ponders what to say. You can't tell if he has a staring problem or if he's just judging you. "Stop."

  You're taken aback for a moment at his bluntness, "Sorry?" And for a split second, you can see Si-eun glance away for a moment, getting a bit nervous since he seems to realize he forgot to elaborate.

  He meets your eyes again, and you feel your heart sink in discomfort at the prolonged contact. "I meant stop apologizing and saying 'thank you' so much. You're not a bother, so stop acting like you are one." Then he just walks off, leaving you before you can even say anything back, partly because he knows that you'd apologize for apologizing so much.

  You blush even harder, feeling embarrassed and running your hands through your hair, trying to fix any imperfections in the strands that he might've been staring at. You then rush quickly back to the bedroom you're staying in, shutting the door gently behind you. Then, you decide you weren't tired yet or really in the mood to shower, so you start unpacking. After a bit, you started to succumb to the sleepiness trying to overcome you, so you decided to shower off the germs and dirtiness you probably picked up on the flight here in a quick, warm shower.

  You do your usual shower routine, throwing your hair into a towel, putting on pajamas, and falling into the soft, sleek, bed mattress and falling asleep

    ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ 😴.ᐟ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 

    The morning comes, and you awake from your slumber. You woke up earlier than usual. It's probably because your body is still trying to adjust to the new time zones. You check the time, 7 am, and the sun is still fresh out. You rub the sleepiness from your eyes. You look in the mirror in your vanity and realize you slept with wet hair, and your hair is all puffed up. You let out a soft huff, wiping the dried-up drool from the corner of your mouth. You spray some water into your hair and brush it out.

  You then tug down your pajamas from last night, walking to your closet and pulling on an outfit.

  (some outfit inspo if you can't really think of any 😽 cus I usually can't)

  You rub your eyes a bit more as you walk out of your room and head to the kitchen. You notice Mrs. Yeon left out a platter of freshly cut up fruit and a small, pale yellow sticky note with neat, but rushed pen writing telling you that she left early for work. You eat some of the fruit before covering the rest of the platter with the Saran Wrap that was covering it. You weren't too hungry, especially with the jet lag and everything. You head to the bathroom, wash your face, and start brushing your teeth. The cold water that you used to wash your face woke you up, and when you started to finish up brushing your teeth, spitting the minty toothpaste from your mouth, you noticed a familiar figure walking out from his dark room. It's Si-eun in a navy blue sleep shirt and Grey sweatpants. His usually neat, dark brown hair is also messed up a bit from sleep, and you feel yourself smile a bit at the sight. He squints at the sudden light hitting his eyes, letting out a soft, tired grunt. 

  You rinse your toothbrush under the faucet, putting it back in its stand. You leave Si-eun for him to use the bathroom, telling him a soft, "Good morning." And he manages to let out a fussy, "Morning..." Back. You catch yourself smiling to yourself, thinking about how he sounded... adorable, for lack of a better word. 

  You head to your room, grabbing a matching purse to your outfit, filled with essentials. A small perfume, chapstick, your phone, wallet, etc. You decided to head out and gather some school supplies you forgot or couldn't bring on your flight. You look through the supplies you already have, laid out on your desk, and grab a notepad. You search around, expecting to be able to easily grab a pen from your stand, but you can't find one. You scold yourself for a moment, making a mental note to get a pack of those toom

  Your head peeks out from the door of your bedroom, and you find Si-eun, still in the bathroom. He seems to have adjusted to the light already. You look over from the door frame into the open bathroom, seeing his hair still ruffled and him in the middle of brushing his teeth.

  "Si-eun-a?" You trail on, looking at him through the mirror, subconsciously running a hand through your own hair. He lets out a muffled, "Hmm?" Still continuing his task of brushing his teeth.

  "Do you have any pens— do you have like a pen I could borrow?"

  He pauses for a moment. He probably already knows he does, stopping for either the dramatic effect or just to make sure with his memory. "Yeah. In the cup holder on my desk." He mumbles out against the toothbrush

 in his mouth, quick and short.

  "Okay, thank you!" You give him a quick glimpse of a smile before entering his room. You didn't know what you were expecting, but his room perfectly matched his personality. Neat shelves of books, a desk with a mix of organized messiness of papers. His bed wasn't made yet. His bedsheets still having a trace of slept on on them. His room just matched him well, the want to be neat and focused, but still struggling with keeping everything perfect and having some messes here and there.

  You snap out of your quick observation, and you notice the cup holder filled with pens. You grab one of the black and dark blue colored ballpoint pens. You make a beeline straight to your room, picking up the notepad off your desk and completing the small list of items you need to pick up.

  As you're leaving your room, you run into Si-eun, leaving the bathroom towards his room. 

  "Oh, Si-eun-a. I'm gonna run a few errands. I'll be back in a bit. Do you want me to pick up anything for you?"

  He stands in place for a moment, seeming to just look you up and down for no reason. "No. I don't need anything. See you later."

  How anticlimactic. With how he froze up, thinking for a long while (only a couple of seconds, but with how he was staring, it felt like hours.), you expected him to recite a whole list of items he needed.

  "Oh, okay! Uhm. See you in a bit, I guess." You headed to the front door, slipping on your shoes, and when you were slipping on your 2nd shoe, Si-eun called out.

  "Wait."

  You turn to look at him attentively. "Hm? Remembered something?" He just looks, lips parted like he wants to say something, and you swore that he might've changed into a shade picker for a split second.

  "Never mind, I forgot I already got it...yesterday."

  As always, he goes into his room before you even have the chance to respond. Something felt... off. Well, not off, just... different. There was something strange in the way he silently stuttered and froze up like a buffering computer system, but oh well. Maybe you were looking too much into it. You adjusted your purse strap, connecting your earbuds to your phone and playing some music, and you were on your way.

  ⋆.˚✮˚.⋆.˚✮《🎧》✮˚.⋆.˚✮˚.⋆

  You had walked to a cute stationery store with some songs playing above your head. With all the traveling by car in the U.S. how it was difficult to navigate without a vehicle on the crowded roads. It was nice to finally be able to walk around again and get a breath of fresh air. 

    You had only one earbud now, just to be aware of your surroundings. You were looking over a pack of pens, crouched down near the bottom shelf of the display of different types of stationery. You had a small, blue basket from the store for your items. You had 2 notebooks that you were missing and a pack of color-coded sticker tabs to organize your notes. The last thing you needed was a pack of pens. You stood up, thinking you had found the right pens needed until you found another pack that also seemed promising.

  You were able to easily lose track of time, very indecisive, but you figured you had time to kill to debate on which school supply was better. You looked at one pack of pens in one hand and another in the other, and you wished that someone or something could just point out the right decision.

  A couple of moments before that, you heard a group of boys yapping about, just wandering around like regular teenage boys do. One of them walks up to you, loud voice booming beside you to your left.

  "Hey!" You slowly turn your head, meeting his gaze. He was quite tall and big, wearing a red and black jacket. You look at him for a bit before murmuring,

  "Yeah?"

  He glances at the 2 packs of pens you have in your hands and starts yapping. He grabs another pack of pens, "Those two smudge really badly, use these instead." You look at the packaged pens he holds out to you, dumbfounded. Not only were those overpriced for the little amount of pens, but they also smudge really badly. You almost say something, but with that proud but sheepish look on his face, you decide that maybe it'd be better not to say anything. He was just trying to be nice. After all, you were just hoping that someone could help you choose.

  "Okay. Thanks." You put the other two packs of pens you were holding onto the shelves, taking the one he's handing to you from his hands.

  You were getting ready to put the pack of pens into your basket until he spoke up again.

  "Uhm... what did you say your name was again?"

  You look back at him. Was he trying to hit on you or just be friendly? "I didn't say what my name was."

  "OH! Uhh... I was just wondering what it was, 'cause uhhh, my name is Hu-min- uhh just call me Baku. And I thought you were kinda cute, so can I have your number?"

  You freeze up. You weren't really used to people asking for your number or making small talk. He seemed cute, but not really your type. You hear behind him, laughing and whispering, gentle teasing from his friends making fun of him.

  You decide to take a peek behind him to look at his friends. You didn't know why you were curious. Maybe they could point you in the right direction.

  "Si-eun-a?" You call out a little louder than anticipated. He looks up, that neutral expression faltering for a moment. He probably didn't notice you either.

  Besides him, there were 2 other guys. One small, short one with glasses and a pale brown, fluffy coat on, and another with a black and blue coat jacket, much taller than the short nerdy guy beside him.

   

  "Wait." You hear the loud, tall guy, well, now you know his name. Baku. He speaks up, "You know lil' Si-eun?"

  The guys all freeze for a moment, and Si-eun seems a little annoyed at their shocked expressions, but this quietness quickly gets thrown out the window when Baku walks up to him and ruffles his hair. "Heyy, how do you guys know each other. C'mon, hook a brother up!"

  The other tall one with sleek, black hair also chimes in, "Hey!! Look, Si-eun is finally talking to girls? Was starting to think you didn’t swing that way."

  With them bickering, you take the chance to put away the pack of pens Hu-min gave you to grab both of the previous packages and throw them into your basket. You didn't have time to choose, and the more the merrier, right? At least now you don't have to worry about running out of pens or losing them all anytime soon.

  You walk over to them, holding the blue and black store basket in your arms.

  "Su-eun-a, you never told me you actually had friends." You jab at him a bit, harmless fun. You smile at him, and he looks away after a bit to pull Baku's hand from his hair.

  "Y/n. We're going out to eat for lunch. You should come with us." Si-eun says after, looking towards you and the guys' heads turn towards you, the invite lingering in the air for a couple of seconds.

  "Uhm... sure! Where are you guys going?"

  "Uhhh." The other three guys look at each other.

  "Well, we haven't decided that yet." The small one says softly.

  "Oh. Well, that's okay. You guys decide that over, I have to pay for my things. I'll be right back." 

  You make your way the the cashier, handing the lady your items.

  "Will that be all?" She asks,

  "Uhm, can you throw in a pack of mint gum, please?" You gesture your head towards the shelf of gums and other items behind her.

  She scans the pack of gum, "Okay, that will be ₩17,000, is that cash or card?"

  "Card, please..." You search your purse for your wallet, and you aren't able to find it. You glance up at her with an apologetic smile. "I'm so sorry, one moment." You let out a small, nervous laugh, set the purse on the table supporting the register, and looked for your wallet.

  "Gosh, where could it be..." 

  "Don't worry, I've got you!" Someone besides you says in an exaggerated voice. It's Baku.

  "Wait, no." You reach out with your hand to try and stop him, but he has already inserted his card. "Found it!" You pull out your wallet.

  You're looking through the cash and coins in your purse. "Here, let me pay you back..."

  "Nope. It's okay." He hands you your stuff, and you take it from his hands, slipping the items into your purse.

  "No, let me pay you back -" You continue, walking from the register to keep from holding up a non-existent line.

  "Hey, it's fine. Keep your money."

  You look up at him in disbelief. What was this idiot thinking, trying to pay for you? You can't help but let a scoff slip. 

  "Don't do that next time. I can't take your money, I can pay myself."

  "Okay, okay." He playfully puts his hands up defensively. You walk along with them, and they murmur on, something about, "I've never seen someone so upset over free money."

  You roll your eyes, but you feel yourself smirk. As you follow behind them, you speak up. "Hey, did you guys decide where we're going yet?"

  "Oh, yeah, we're gonna go and get tteokbokki." The tall black black-haired one says.

  "Tteokbokki? Isn't it too early for tteokbokki?" You wonder out loud

  "What? Are the cops going to arrest us for eating tteokbokki too early?"

  "Uhmm... okay. How far away is it?"

  "Like 5, maybe 6 or 7 minutes walk from here?" 

  "Oh, that's not that far away, I guess."

  The five of you make your way to the restaurant, the guys just yapping about. You just nod along and pitch in only a couple of times. Si-eun doesn't really try to include himself too much in the conversation, but he somehow gets involved.

  "Oh, yeah! Si-eun-a," Jun-tae peeps up, "you never, uh..." He adjusts his glasses mid-sentence, "You never told us how you and Y/n know each other."

  Baku also pipes up, "Right! Are you guys together?"

  You immediately shut down that idea. "No!" You say a little louder than expected.

  "Woahh, Si-eun, she just turned you down like that. How are you feeling, buddy? Getting rejected?" The black-haired one said again. You had heard during their previous bickering session that his name is, "Gotak".

  "Wait! No, I didn't mean to be rude about it— just that me and him are just friends."

  "Just friends? I've heard that a million times before."

  The boys keep teasing and talking over each other, and the group of you guys gets some occasional glances from interrupted bypassers.

  "Stop it," Si-eun speaks up quietly, causing you all to shut up and look at him. "Don't." He says, targeting it towards his friends. "She's right. We're just friends. Since we were little. She's just staying over at my place for a bit since she's staying in Korea for some time."

  The guys think for a moment, processing his words. 

  "Hey, I don’t think I've ever heard Si-eun say that many words at once before," Gotak announces to you guys, and everyone lets out giggles.

  "You have a girl staying over at your house? Wow! You totally have to make a move on her!" Baku continues to jab at Si-eun, gently grabbing you by your sleeve and tugging you to stand by Si-eun since you guys were on opposite sides of each other in the group. You guys bump shoulders for a moment, and you mouth a soft, "Sorry" to him, and he just gives you an acknowledging glance.

  Si-eun then turns to Baku. "Hey, quit that. You sound like a pervert, talking about girls like that." The guys start to laugh at Baku, and he becomes embarrassed.

  "W-wait— I didn't mean it— I didn't mean it like that— I was just..." He rambles on, and you have to stiffle a giggle.

  The guys stop teasing the two of you so much after that, and pretty soon, the group of you make it to the restaurant.

  You guys take seats, you and Si-eun obviously sitting beside each other while the other 3 sit across from you guys. The waiter pops by, hands out waters, takes your orders, and leaves. You were picking at your nail beds and Si-eun was just looking across at the others with a neutral expression.

 

"Sooo..." Park Hu-min trails on, and both you and Si-eun perk up, looking at him. He has a smug look on his face with a dumb smirk.

  "How long have you guys known each other?"

  You and Si-eun look at each other.

  "Uhm..." You start first, meeting Baku's gaze. "Since the 2nd...or 1st grade...?" You look at Si-eun for any hint on whether you're right or not.

  "2nd. Y/n and I have known each other since the 2nd grade. Why?" Si-eun confirms your guess, only giving you a small, barely noticeable glance before looking back at the boys.

  You hear some, "Whoas" and, "Reallys?" From the shocked boys.

  Jun-tae adjusts his glasses on the bridge of his nose. "Wait, you guys have known each other since the 2nd grade?"

  "Actually, we've known each other since kindergarten, we just became friends in the second." You shyly correct.

  "What? That's like a while ago," Gotak chimes in, "Did you like move or something? Why do you guys live with each other?"

  "Uhm..." You think for a moment about what to say to keep it short and sweet, but Si-eun butts in, responding for you.

  "She moved in the 7th grade to the U.S. Her parents sent her back for a better learning experience." You're about bit surprised at the action of Si-eun making up an excuse for you, but you had told him a small part of why you got sent back, and you guessed that maybe he had picked up on the fact that you might not have liked the idea of others knowing about it.

  At this point, the waiter had arrived with your guys' shared selection of food. She sets the items on the table, "Enjoy!" You give her an appreciative nod and a soft, "Thank you!"

  Then, the conversation continues, "A better learning experience?" Baku squinted in confusion.

  "Yeah, aren't you attending Eunjang? Or going to?" Gotak adds on.

  Si-eun is about to try and defend you to try and keep what happened under wraps, but you give him a look that says something along the lines of, "I'll just tell them."

  "Yeah. My parents sent me back 'cause in the states," you run a hand through your hair, leaning back into your chair. "I got into a couple of fights and they got really mad because...well my grades went down."

  It wasn't the entire truth, but your parents were pretty strict on your grades, and you wanted to keep it vague on what had happened. "They decided that they needed space after we argued a bit, and decided to send me back to Korea."

  The guys stop again, thinking about what you had just said.

  "They sent you back here?"

  "And forced you to go to Eunjang?"

  "Wait, but do you not have family here, why are you staying with a guy? Aren't they worried?"

  They all splurge out words at once like a group chat with multiple people spamming the chat.

  "Yeah, so I don't have any family in Korea, so they decided that I could stay with Si-eun and his mom since they are like family." You shrug, and they all collectively nod at each other, lips pursed as they all murmur a synced, "Ohhh."

  The guys seem to drop the subject, talking about the school as they stuff their mouths with tteokbokki. Si-eun stares at them with a tinge of disgust and confusion. 

  "Why do the three of you not wait to finish chewing your food before you guys talk?" That seems to make them shut their mouths so they can chew.

  You take a couple of bites from the food, but you are soon interrupted by your phone ringing in your purse. You pull it out, seeing the screen.

      You let out a small gasp, you had totally forgotten earlier in the day, Mrs. Yeon had texted you, asking if you wanted to help with dinner. You had agreed, and it was the afternoon already, and you still hadn't returned home.

  "I'll be right back guys"

  You get up from your seat, walking to somewhere quieter to answer the ohoen to let the boys continue their conversation. 

  "Are you coming home yet? You don't have to help prepare if you wanna stay out a bit longer."

  "No, Mrs. Yeon, it's okay, I'll make my way home right now. I just git caught up. I'll be back soon."

  "Okay, just let me know when you're here."

  "Okay, bye-bye!"

  "Bye!"

  You hang up and return inside. "Sorry guys! I have to go." Si-eun looks up at you as you grab your purse, giving you curious eyes.

  "Why are you in such a hurry?" Baku murmurs, a piece of tteokbokki still present in his mouth.

  "I promised Mrs. Yeon that I'd help with dinner. Oh yeah!" You reach for your wallet to pay, but Si-eun's hand reaches out, pressing his fingertips against your right forearm.

  "It's okay. I'll cover for you."

  You open your mouth to protest, but Si-eun gives you that look that tells you that he's not changing his mind. You sigh, mumbling an okay, and leave, waving goodbye to them.

《ꉂ(˵˃ ᗜ ˂˵)>💳》

  When you had left, the second the doorbell chimed when it closed behind your retreating figure, the three boys immediately bombarded Si-eun with comments and questions.

  "Yo, you sure you guys aren't dating?"

  "C'mon, you guys have known each other for EVER! Just get together like once."

  "If you guys aren't dating, do you guys at least just like each other back? 

  Si-eun stares at the boys who are jabbering about him and you, giving them a taken-aback and wide-eyed look. He really hoped he wasn't that obvious.

  "What are you guys talking about?" He finally speaks up, voice plain and lacking emotion. "You guys need to stop exaggerating everything. Both and Y/n I just see each other as friends. Knock it off, you guys sound like morons talking about us like that. Now eat."

  "Okay, but I'm telling you! When you're around her, or talking about her, that's when you say the most words!" Baku protests with exaggerated drama present in his tone.

  "Now that you guys mention it, you guys are right..." Jun-tae pops in after he chews and swallows his piece of food.

  "Right!! Like," Gotak adds on to the conversation, playing out your earlier interaction with over-the-top actions. He places his hand on Baku's forearm with a dramatic sigh, "My dear y/n, it's okay, go ahead, I'll pay for the check," Gotak practically exclaims, acting like he plays in a theatrical play as a swooned lover.

  Bakue chimes in, gasping, forcing his voice a pitch higher as he presses the back of his hand onto his forehead, "Oh, Si-eun, you're such a gentleman, of course you'd pay for me! Gosh, I'm so inlove with you."

  "So am I, my lovely y/n," Gotak replies quickly, and the two of them make "mwah mwah mwah" Kissing noises at eachother.

  Si-eun is fed up already, setting his chopsticks on the table. "Enough already. Are you guys done? Let's go." He pulls out his wallet, calling the waitress over for the check and Gotak and Baku cackle, playfully shoving eachother around.

  Si-eun can feel himself slipping, exchanging a small smirk at the childish boys across from him, but he immediately composes himself when Jun-tae notices his smirk.

  "Okay," Si-eun stands up after the bill is paid and gets ready to leave. Baku, Gotak, and Jun-tae follow and they all make their separate ways home one by one.

 

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  Meanwhile, you're helping Mrs. Yeon chop up vegetables for later tonight, but you zone off into space after a handful of times, that flickering feeling of Si-eun's hand brushing against your forearm still lingering. His hand was warm, which was surprising for some reason. You thought his hands would be just as cold as his personality, but no. They emitted a certain heat that was quite...comforting.

  You didn’t know what to do, you were getting butterflies and you just hoped they'd go away.

  After all, you guys were just friends.

 

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I hope that chapter was good!! My first actual chapter that I put effort in 🥹 anyways, im tired lol. It took me 3 days to complete it 😴 honestly, it was so fun though!! I just rushed a bit at the end cus I was getting excited to publish it LOLOL. ALSO IM LISTENING TO "ARE WE STILL FRIENDS" BY TYLER, THE CREATOR AT THE TIME OF POSTING, THE IRONY 😭😭

If you have any corrections or comments or just wanna give kudos or wtv, please comment bc it motivates me to work on new chapters!! Also lmk if i mischaracterize anyone cus im nit that well at capturing their essence or wtv😭 I get busy with school so idk when the next chapter will be out 🤔 also, I'm wondering if you guys like the little banners and the visuals cus if a lot of people think its annoying (cus I dont see a lot of fanfictions import images) then I'll stop 😞 but It helps me try and show yall what im imagining a little 🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔

Dont mind the format too!! Cus i copy and pasted from my notes (which didn't work) and I had to Google for like 20 minutes and found out I had to conver the text and stuff (I used ao3 cus I already had an ao3 account) and yeah. Plus, im still figuring out how the Tumblr website works 🥲

so yeahh!!! Hope u guys liked it 😋😋😋