Summary ⟅ When Shota starts distancing himself from you, you think you've read all the signs wrong, that is until you catch him getting off to your pillow.
See you soon pt. 2 (but can be read as standalone)
Lily's note — 🪷 As you can see, I'm trying a new layout :D I figured as a graphic designer I should care more about it looking pretty😭 anyways literally finished this at like 3 am peak horny hours so I hope it's sufficient <3
You were starting to think that maybe you'd read the situation wrong.
Because ever since that night where Shota "stumbled" upon you getting off with your pillow to him, he'd become more distant than ever. At first you thought it was just nerves, maybe he was scared at the prospect of you finding out. But then he was talking to you less and spending less time in the living room and he was beginning to answer your texts late and—
You felt guilty for setting him up. Because what if you truly misread all the little signs that maybe something was there. Maybe all he really saw you as was a roommate, and you'd gone and ruined your dynamic all because you couldn't control your dirty little thoughts.
It only made the satisfaction of seeing him naked, in your bed, grinding into the same pillow you'd used all the more satisfying.
Because no, you were not crazy. You hadn't imagined everything. And the knowledge that Shota was maybe a bigger perv than you had goosebumps spreading across your arms.
It was addicting, the way he rolled his hips in shallow, desperate grinds, pressing his bare cock into the satin of your pillowcase. You could have watched him for hours, could have listened to the small, choked noises he was letting out as you clenched your thighs tighter together.
It was only when he moaned your name, ending on a broken “please…” that you finally made your presence known.
“Please what?”
His head whipped around and just as fast, he was scrambling off the pillow. But it was to no use; he was still completely exposed and aching, his whole body lit on fire with shame, chest turning rosy until the color traveled up his neck. He tried to cover himself with both hands, curling inward in hopes that he would just disappear and never have to face you again. The apologies tumbled out of him as you approached the bed.
“I-I’m sorry, I’m n-not—I mean—”
You tilted your head with a tiny mocking smile. “What are you apologizing for, Sho? Fucking my pillow like a disgusting slut, or getting caught?”
You’d never seen his pupils so dilated before, enormous and glassy with unshed tears. He could only watch on as you continued forward slowly, like a predator about to leap on its prey.
“Or… do you want to apologize for watching me the other day?”
His whole body tensed in fear, every contour of his torso tightening as you exposed him for the very thing that had been weighing heavy on his conscience.
“Yeah, I had a feeling I saw you watching me through the crack in the door. Didn’t think I would find out, did you?”
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice trembling, only for his cock to twitch heavily behind his palms in contradiction.
You squinted at him with a hard smile and set one knee down on the mattress to tower over him. “I don’t think you are. Move your hands, let me see…”
His cheeks burned brighter at your commanding voice, and he found himself obeying without a second thought. He timidly uncovered his throbbing erection as you fully took him in, long enough for him to start squirming under your intense stare.
You leaned further over him with a hand braced just beside his ankle. “Would someone who’s sorry be this hard?” you asked, voice dripping with condescension.
He couldn’t answer, biting down hard on his lip until he was close to drawing blood.
“Answer me.”
“No,” he breathed while throwing his head back, his chest rising and falling at a rapid pace.
You nodded, slow and patronizing. “No… only dirty perverts use their roommate’s pillow to get off, right? That’s what you are?”
His cock pulsed hard, hips jerking up once without permission.
“What are you?”
He couldn’t find his voice, not with the way you were now a breath away from making contact with him. You waited patiently, though, as the pride and need in him battled for victory. To coax him open, you reached out and grabbed his jaw firmly, tilting his face up and closer to yours.
“What are you, Sho?”
A fragile whine broke free from him. “A dirty pervert…”
You softened your grip on his jaw and stroked his burning cheek with sympathy, a wicked smile curling your lips. “Yes, you are.”
Your gaze dropped to his needy cock. “It must hurt… poor thing.” You sat on the edge of the bed as you waved your hand at him. “Well, don’t let me stop you.”
“W-what?” He asked, jaw slack with disbelief.
“I’m giving you permission,” you replied, “Or do you only like it when I don’t know about it?”
He whimpered at your words alone, the sound so pathetic and docile, it made your stomach flutter with awe. He moved to reposition himself over the pillow again, trying not to cower under your watchful eye, his knees sinking deep into the mattress. You nodded at him to continue and with your approval he rolled forward. The first drag of his tip back against the silk made his whole body shudder as the pulsing ache consumed him.
He glimpsed back up to make sure he was doing okay, but your attention was glued to the drag of his cock and where it was leaving faint, shiny trails on the fabric with every pass.
“That’s it,” you murmured, voice low and coaxing. “Look at you rubbing your needy cock right where my pussy was. Does it feel good, baby?”
His hips snapped faster to chase the high building in his gut, but it still wasn’t enough, let alone the hour he’d been trying to reach his climax before you showed up. His whimpering quickly turned high and frustrated, his eyes squeezing shut as his brows drew together with focus.
“Please… need more,” he managed through his pants. He had to brace both hands on the pillow to keep from collapsing forward all while you sat and watched him suffer.
“Tell me what you need, Sho. Use your words.”
“Wantt you to touch my c-cock…” he mewled.
Your tongue swiped over your bottom lip as you crawled closer until you were hovering over his lap. “You want me to touch it?” Your fingertips brushed the soft skin at his base, feeling him tighten beneath your touch. “Here? Or…” You trailed one finger down his entire length, tracing until you reached the swollen head. You circled his leaking slit only to pull away with a sadistic giggle as he bucked to chase the contact. He cried out, a pitiful noise that made you want to take him into your arms and edge him for eternity.
“God, you’re so pathetic,” You spoke with an astonishing affection that sent his heart hammering. You smoothed your whole hand over him next, holding it loosely around the middle of his shaft. His cock stuttered beneath the touch, basking in the sensation as he gasped hard, lips parted on desperate little breaths,
“Come on,” you cooed, “be a good boy and keep going.”
He bucked forward continuously until he was fucking the tight space between your hand and the pillow with short, frantic thrusts as you continued urging him forward while he fell apart..
“All that time thinking I wouldn’t know that my sweet, shy roommate was actually a filthy slut behind my back. But you must be so relieved to not hide anymore.”
All he could do was nod in acknowledgment, too blissed out and dizzy to fully comprehend what you were saying.
“But you’re doing so well now… so pretty, my shy boy fucking my hand. Such a good dirty boy.” You laid your other palm against his thigh, rubbing and squeezing the strong muscle as you tightened your other hand on his cock just enough to make his eyes roll back.
“What’s better?” you asked sweetly. “Secretling getting off in my room when I’m gone, or having me help you?”
“You,” he gasped, voice trembling with overwhelming need. “You—you, I need you—”
He was so close now, nearly losing all sense of self as he rocked wildly, hips losing all coordination as he chased the edge, all previous shame abandoned. Right as you felt him swelling beneath your palm, you slid your palm down to press firmly over his tip, sealing the slit just as his orgasm hit.
He cried out, his whole body twisting to escape the pressure, back arching and thighs quivering as the orgasm tried to push out of him. He tried to hold back from asking for your mercy, the pain mixed with the pleasure, a euphoric sensation that set his stomach alight, but it became too much.
“Please,” he sobbed, voice hoarse and broken. “It hurts—please—”
You loosened your grip just enough and he spilled into your hand, thick shots of cum pulsing out to soak the pillow in messy spurts. He let every wave consume, the prolonged release leaving him shaking and spent as you gently guided him down to rest his head against your thigh.
You threaded your fingers through his damp hair, scratching at his scalp while he recovered from the aftershocks. “You didn’t think I’d let you get away with that without any punishment, did you?”
He swallowed hard, the guilt surfacing anew. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”
The genuine and shaky remorse in his voice made your heart ache. As if you hadn’t been the one to orchestrate this—walking around the apartment half naked, leaving your door opened so he could watch you, moaning his name loud enough to have him completely wrapped around your finger. But you played along, shushing him lazily as you kept stroking his hair.
“I wasn’t uncomfortable,” you murmured, your voice dropping to a whisper as you continued. “I liked it.”
He blinked up at you, the flush on his cheeks deepening, but this time he looked more hopeful than shameful.
“Now we’re even right?”
He nodded with a bashful flash of his teeth and an adorable head tilt that made you want to smother him.
You chuckled softly, the sound promising as you peered down at him. “I’m going to have so much fun with you.”
BAE DID YOU SEE THAT SEOBSONGZ IS DEACTIVATED WHAT HAPPENED PLEASE TELL ME YOU KNOW OMG
well tbh, she’s been lying about her age in an 18+ space while also interacting with multiple 18+ blogs. when she was called out on it, she didn’t really apologize but instead deactivated lmfaoo
⋆˚࿔ you want to go home with the hot stranger you saw at the club. luckily, it’s obvious that he wants you to go home with him too. ࿔˚⋆
♪ now playing: body - drezzy
pairing: keeho x fem!reader
genre: smut (MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI)
cw: inspired by a song, strangers to ???, usage of alcohol, kissing, grinding, making out, hickies, cunnilingus (f. receiving), hair pulling (m. & f. receiving), penetrative sex (reader on birth control), riding, creampie, aftercare, a little bit of desperate switch!keeho bc i got a bit self indulgent and strayed from the plot ngl
wc: 2738
author's note ~ user kyoluvrs finally writes a fic for kyo :3
song requested by @starryminaz
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the club was loud and alive when you walked in with your friends.
the main lights were dimmed low, just enough to see a few feet ahead of you. smaller disco lights sat on the front corners of the dj table, casting different colors and patterns onto the walls and ceiling and flashing along with the current song. the heat from all the bodies greatly contrasted the cool weather of the night outside as you made your way over to the bar, ordering your go-to drink along with a round of shots to celebrate a night of finally finding a time to all hang out despite busy schedules.
you felt his eyes on you as soon as you set your empty shot glass down.
your eyes found his with a precision you didn’t know you had, as if you were meant to find him at that exact moment. he was also with his friends, but he didn’t look like he was paying attention to the conversation in the slightest.
and he wasn’t; not when your outfit was accentuating your curves perfectly and he could feel your confidence radiating from across the room.
you gave him a quick smile, thinking your eyes met only for that moment, before your drink was shoved into your hand and you were whisked to the dance floor.
as you danced with your friends, your drink quickly disappearing, you couldn’t stop thinking about the guy you saw, how you wish you had gotten a better glance at him. or, at least, more time at the bar.
whatever deity that was watching over you must’ve felt particularly generous that night.
when you noticed your cup was empty, you leaned in close to your friends to tell them you were getting another drink, only to pull away and run smack into another clubgoer, momentarily losing your balance.
you yelp and stumble backwards when strong hands grab your waist, helping to steady you as you stand upright again. you look up at the stranger, going to thank them, but your voice dies in your throat.
the man from earlier looks down at you with a worried look on his face, his blond hair styled out of his eyes save for a few stray pieces. his sharp facial features are accentuated by the lighting from the dj table, and his outfit consisted of jeans, an animal printed button down, a leather jacket, and a simple silver chain around his neck. quite frankly, he’s the most gorgeous person you’ve ever seen.
“are you alright? i wasn’t aware of my surroundings, i’m sorry.”
fuck, even his voice was as attractive as him.
“ah…yes, thank you,” you smile. “no need to apologize.”
he smiles back, and you almost give into him right then and there. his eyes flit down to the empty drink in your hand, then back to you. “can i buy you a drink to make up for it?”
your friend from behind you, the only one who hadn’t taken a shot with the rest of the group and was responsible for driving, lays her hand on your shoulder. “if you don’t go home with that man, i swear i’m not letting you get into the car with us.”
you laugh and look back to the stranger. “my friend told me to say yes, as if i wasn’t going to already.”
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you learn the man’s name is keeho, and he’s at the club to celebrate winning a local dance competition. you meet his friends in passing as they stop by to tell keeho that one of them, you think his name is intak, drank too much and they’re going back to the hotel. the one holding intak up, who had short black hair and a sliver of a tattoo showing from where his shirt had ridden up, reminded keeho to be safe (“let us know when you make it to wherever you guys end up!”) before they slip through the crowd towards the exit.
keeho turns back to you, his ears red from what you could see, and finishes the rest of his drink in one go. “let’s go dance?”
you nod, closing out your tabs and making your way back to the dancefloor. keeho’s hand is intertwined with yours as he guides you through the crowd, turning you toward him when he finds a spot that will accommodate the two of you.
you start swaying your body to the beat, keeho watching in awe as you lose yourself in the music. the lights make you look ethereal, the alcohol making your movements loose and carefree as you spin and lean your back against his chest.
you feel his breath hitch as you continue to move, ass pressing against his crotch, and you feel his hands move to hold your waist. he leans down to whisper into your ear, an action that sets your skin on fire.
“you’re playing a dangerous game here.”
you turn your head and mirror his action. “don’t you want to play too?” you press a feather light kiss to his jaw. “i think we both know what the prize is. want to share it with me?”
keeho’s answer comes in the form of him smashing his lips against yours.
you reciprocate as he pulls you impossibly closer, one of his hands coming up to tilt your jaw and deepen the kiss. you feel a tent in his pants start to form as you grind oh him again, this time with more intent.
“call an uber,” he trails hot, open mouthed kisses down your throat. “my place. i’ll give you the address and i’ll pay for it.”
you let out a whimper as you follow his command, typing in the address then handing him your phone so he can put in his payment information. as he does this, you grind against him again, turning around after to run your hands up his chest.
keeho places the phone back in your hand once he’s done, his hands immediately finding their way back to your waist as he pulls you against him. one of his hands makes its way down to your ass, giving it a squeeze as he attaches his mouth to your neck again, sucking a hickey into the skin as you let out a moan that gets drowned out by the crowd.
he kisses his way back up to your lips, giving you one last desperate kiss before pulling away, panting and flushed. “let’s go outside. the uber shouldn’t be too long.”
you nod, peeling yourself away from him as you check the time it’ll take before the uber arrives outside. you figure five minutes is more than enough time, so you take his hand and make your way through the crowd.
keeho follows you, watching as you stumble your way through the crowd, making it out the doors into the cool night air. you look for a place to wait, deciding on a nearby lamppost, and you pull him with you.
he’s not sure if it’s the alcohol or not, but when you bump into the pole and turn to him giggling, keeho doesn’t think he’s seen anyone more gorgeous in his entire life, and he can’t help but grab your face and kiss you again.
you kiss back, and everything in between the kiss and being in keeho’s apartment is a blur.
you barely remember climbing into the uber, clinging onto keeho as his arm wraps around your shoulders, and then getting out just as quickly as you got in. you vaguely remember being in an elevator, keeho pressing you against the wall in a searing kiss while your hands tugged at his hair, and then suddenly you were inside the apartment, lock clicking in place as keeho helped you take off your shoes and lifted you into his arms.
you gasped at the sudden show of strength, clinging onto him as he walks to his bed and tosses you onto it. you hit the bed with a small oof, which was enough to help you start sobering up.
keeho, however, had more plans of getting drunk.
you yelp as he pulls you by your ankles to the edge of the bed, hastily unbuttoning your jeans and sliding them down your legs. he wastes no time in burying his face between your legs, lapping and sucking on your clit while he holds your thighs apart.
you can’t help but let out a loud moan, hand tangling in keeho’s hair as he eats you out like it’s his last meal. his tongue switches between giving attention to your clit and your entrance, pushing your thighs so your legs are in the air to give him more access.
your hand pulls on his hair as you grind against his mouth, the vibrations from his moan sending white hot pleasure through your core. you can feel your climax start to rapidly build, evident to keeho from the way your moans increase in volume, and he keeps his pace until your orgasm takes over your body.
keeho lets your legs clamp around his head as your ride out your high, back arching, your hand still gripping his hair. he drinks up everything you have to offer him, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh before pulling away and undressing himself.
you watch as he sheds his jacket and starts unbuttoning his shirt, revealing a toned body you couldn’t help but sit up and stare at. you reach your hand out, running your nails down the expanse of his skin, unclasping his belt when your hand reaches the waistband and helping him out of his pants and underwear.
his dick springs up against his stomach, the tip an angry red from being neglected for so long. you wrap your hand around him, hot and heavy and big, and you can’t help but lean forward and take him into your mouth.
keeho hisses and gently moves your head away, chuckling at the pout that forms on your lips.
“next time baby. i just really need to be inside of you right now.”
you clench around nothing at his straightforwardness as he pushes you back down, rubbing his dick against your folds as you both sigh at the contact.
“what happened to really needing to be inside me?” you bucked your hips up as you said this, trying to catch his tip on your entrance so you could finally feel him.
keeho masks his groan with a smirk as he watches your eyes widen when he does exactly what you want him to do. “watch that little mouth of yours before it gets you into trouble.”
“and if i don’t?”
he pushes in just slow enough so the burn as he stretches you isn’t unbearable, drawing a long, loud moan out of you. “then you’re in for a very long night, darling.”
he wastes no time in fucking you at a fast pace, knocking the air out of your lungs as he holds your hips so tight you’re sure there’s going to be bruises in the morning. you scramble to find something to hold onto, settling on the comforter and bunching the fabric in your hands to keep yourself grounded.
“fuck… you feel so good…” keeho’s desperation is evident in the way his thrusts get deeper…
“so tight… like you were made for me… ah… oh my god…”
…but it’s especially present in the way that he’s so lost in the pleasure that you’re both taken aback and infinitely more turned on when he starts whimpering, actually whimpering, in between the praises.
“keeho…” one of your hands snakes up his chest, your index finger hooking underneath the silver chain and pulling him into a kiss before you whisper against his lips. “let me ride you.”
keeho moans out loud and pulls out, crawling onto the bed and laying on his back. you hover over him, positioning yourself and sinking back down onto him with a moan that syncs up with his.
you brace yourself to move by putting your hands on his chest, but he holds your waist to prevent you from moving.
“wait… don’t move yet. i don’t want this to be over so soon. i’m really glad you asked me to switch positions because i was getting close and i didn’t know if i could cum inside or not and you’re really hot and-”
he doesn’t get to finish his rambling before your lips are on his again, and when you pull away to look at him, he looks fucked out.
“i’m on the pill,” you whisper, and you feel him twitch inside of you. “now let me make you feel good.” you don’t give him time to respond before you start moving your hips.
keeho fully believes he’s been sent to heaven with the way you’re moving on top of him. you, who he thinks looks absolutely ethereal in the low lighting of the bedroom, your face flushed as you bounce up and down, and he’s suddenly hyper aware of the fluttering of your cunt around him, the way you’re fucking him so perfectly, how this is the best sex he’s had in a long time.
he realizes he doesn’t want this to be a one time thing.
fueled by desire, he slides his hands up your torso, cupping your boobs and running his thumbs over your nipples. you whimper, hips faltering in their rhythm, and keeho takes this moment to regain control and thrust up.
a moan escapes your lips, nails digging into his chest as you grind down on him. he keeps thrusting into you as his hands move down to your waist, keeping you in place as he slams in and out of you, the pressure building until you can’t hold it in anymore.
“keeho…” your thighs are burning now from the position. “fuck, ‘m close…”
his thrusts start to get sloppy, as if it was the last thing he needed to push him over the edge, and he looks up at you, who was seconds away from ruin.
“cum with me. now.”
the coil snaps, and your climax wracks through your body like a hurricane. your orgasm triggers keeho’s, who lets out a moan as he empties himself inside of you.
you collapse onto his chest and his arms wrap around you, one hand stroking your back as both your heartbeats begin to slow. you feel him start to soften inside of you before you decide to speak. “that was incredible.”
he chuckles, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “i was about to say the same thing.”
you giggle, lifting yourself off of keeho and whimpering at the loss of fullness. “i, uh, i should get going. i don’t usually linger too long after hookups.”
“don’t.”
keeho sits up, hands gently holding onto your waist. “stay here tonight.”
“keeho…” you blush a little.
“i want to get to know you beyond this,” he says. “you really seemed like my type, and i really enjoyed talking to you while we were at the bar. you can borrow some of my clothes. i can make breakfast in the morning and we can keep talking.”
you weigh your options. go home or have a nice guy who fucks well make you food in the morning?
stupid question.
you cup keeho’s cheek, smiling softly at the way he leans into your hand. “i’ll stay.”
he smiles and leans forward to kiss your nose before gently setting you on the bed and getting up. he puts on his boxers before disappearing into the bathroom, coming out with a warm, damp towel that he cleans you off with before rummaging through his drawers. he procures a tee shirt and another pair of his boxers, putting your panties back on and helping you dress before pulling the covers back and laying down, patting the sheets next to him.
you chuckle and lay down next to him, putting your head on his chest while he wraps an arm around your shoulders. “y’know, we don’t have to wait until morning to keep talking.”
“is that so?” he presses a kiss to your forehead.
you hum. “tell me more about you. how you started dancing. how you met the guys. how the competition went. i want to know more.”
keeho smiles, thanking whoever was watching over him for sending you to him. “i’d be happy to tell you everything.”
: ̗̀➛ warnings: oral (f! rec (duh!)), face sitting (soul), ass grabbing (seob, kyo, soul), clit play, fingering (theo), spit play(?)(kyo), mommy kink (intak, yes ik im obsessed leave me alone), not proofread, dont kill me </3
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keeho
now when keeho gets down there.. oh he gets down.
hes an eater to his core, he goes down on you everytime you have sex. sometimes all he wants is to eat you out, and you guys dont even actually fuck.
its a saturday night, you were over at his place when things escalated, and long story short, yall have been at it for about an hour now.
“fuck.” he groans, pulling out of you after finishing inside for the second time tonight.
“kee..” you whine, legs wrapping around his waist to pull him back in. he grabs your ankles, prying them from around him and squatting down.
“i know, let me just..” he whispers, lips already connecting with your lower ones. you immediately moan, back arching off the bed from overstimulation.
his hands have a firm grip on your inner thighs, keeping them pinned open. his tounge moves around your clit then pulls it in his mouth, sucking at it harshly.
“taste so fucking good.” he growls against you, his hands snaking under you, pulling you further to his face, hands now gripping your ass.
“keeho! oh, fuck, im gonna come..” you say, moans getting louder, hands burying in his hair.
“come for me.” he says, his hand coming up before slapping back down on your cheek. he pulls away, moving his tongue around in his mouth before spitting on your pussy.
he smiles at your moan, then dives back in, slurping it back up. it only takes a couple more licks and one harsh suck before you finish.
“mhm, good girl.” he says, coming back up. “you ready? ready for more?
“yes, give me more keeho.” you reply, wrapping your arms around his neck. he reaches between you, pushing his cock back inside.
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theo
now theo, kind of like keeho, also gets down, but hes not messy with it.
theos more strategic, if you will. he has a strategy that he sticks too, and it has you seeing stars every time.
when hes eating you out, hes not just using his tounge. his fingers and sometimes, i know it sounds crazy, but his nose also comes into play.
youve been giving him those eyes all date night, so he knew exactly where he wanted to be as soon as you got home, and he didnt even let you change! he just threw you on the bed, pushed your dressed up, and got to work.
“oh my god, tae.. feel so fucking good!” you cry out, your feet planted on the mattress, legs spread wide for him, theo on his knees between them.
his mouth is attached to your clit, sucking on it softly, one of his fingers carefully circling around your entrance.
“yeah? feel good?” he asks, his mouth moving down, tounge replacing his finger as he pushes it inside, purposefully shaking his head to rub his nose right against your clit.
you dont even get to respond, your moans answer his question enough. he laughs, pulling away for just a second, running his hand through his hair before moving back down.
he flicks his tongue, lapping at your pussy all while his finger is pushing into you.
“oh my god, tae! im gonna come, dont stop..” you moan, fingers gripping the sheets tightly. his finger goes in and out of you quickly, feeling you tighten around him.
he doesnt say anything, just sucks harder and moves his finger faster, pushing your orgasm out of you.
“fuck..” you whisper, your body slowly relaxing into the bed. he pushes himself up, pressing kisses up your body before pressing one to your lips.
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jiung
now jiung is a soft sex guy all around and hes a big giver.
he makes sure to get down there everytime you have sex because it makes you feel good and he feels good doing it.
youre layed on the couch, arms wrapped tightly around his neck, his lips locked onto yours, his hips are slowly grinding down into you.
he breaks the kiss, trailing his lips down your body. he strips you of your clothes as he moves, and as soon as he comes face to face with your cunt through your panties, hes already leaning in.
he kisses around your inner thighs, then kisses your pussy through the cloth.
“jiung..” you whimper, your body already melting into the cushions.
“mhm.” he hums, one of his arms wrapping around your thigh, his hand grabbing ahold of your hand while the other moves to pull your panties to the side.
his tounge peeks from between his lips, pressing a firm lick to your hole to your clit before stopping to swirl around it.
“oh my god..” you breathe out, your legs on instinct spreading wider.
he continues his movements, his tounge switching from licking and flicking at your clit to dipping inside your hole, each sound he draws out of you giving him confidence to keep going.
“ji.. im gonna come..” you whisper, your hand moving down to move his bangs from his face. he speeds up his movements, his head tilting slightly to the side, eyebrows knitted together.
it only takes a couple more seconds before youre finishing on his face.
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intak
mommy, messy, moaning
now intak, doesnt play. he is the eater of p1harmony.
intak gets on his knees whenever you want him too, whenever he wants to and youre in the mood, and like keeho, sometimes he doesnt even need the sex. he just wants a taste.
youve been horny all day, and hes been at work all day. so as soon as he walked through the door, you pounced.
“i want you to go down on me.” you say, breaking the kiss and sitting on the edge of the bed. he, without a word, gets down on his knees, scooting closer and moves to grab your underwear from under your oversized shirt.
he pulls them down, then spreads your legs, already moving to dig in. “youre already so wet.” he says, pressing a kiss to your clit before sucking it in.
you lift your shirt up, then your hand dips down, spreading your lips for him. your head falls back, arm behind you holding you up, moan after moan escaping your throat.
his hands move to your inner thighs, gripping them tightly while his tongue flicks rapidly at your nub.
“is it good, mommy?” he says, pulling away to look up at you. you nod, your head lifting back up to look at him.
your hand moves to his head, rubbing the top of it before pushing him back in. “so good, baby. dont stop.”
he digs back in, burying his face even deeper in your cunt. he shakes his head, slurping up the juices from your hole, moaning at your taste on his tongue.
“god, baby! dont fucking stop, gonna come!” you moan, removing your hand from his hair to grip your own tit, hips grinding against his tongue.
he sucks harder on your clit, then pulls away, bringing his fingers up to rub fastly at your clit, forcing your orgasm out of you.
“fuck, good boy..” you whisper, your body falling limp on the bed.
intak smiles up at you, then comes up off his knees, crawling on top of you, ready for more.
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soul
face sitting, ass slaps
now shota isnt much of an eater, he’ll do it if you ask, but he wouldnt go out of his way to do so.
now when you ask, hes surprisingly super good at it. he doesnt really know what hes doing, he kind of just goes with the flow and it works!
“sho.. can we try something?” you ask, climbing on top of him. he nods, his hands moving to your hips immediately. youve been wanting to try face sitting for ages, but you just never brought it up until now.
long story short, you break down exactly what you want, he nods along, and now, here you are. knees planted into the mattress on either side of his head, your pussy right on top of his face.
“fuck! oh my god, sho, so good..” you moan out loud, your hands braced on the head board, hips grinding down against his face.
his hands grip your ass, kneading the flesh in his fingers, occasionally planting a slap on it. he groans into your skin, his tongue traveling around your pussy, focusing mostly on your clit.
“shota, youre so fucking good, im so close!” you cry out again, one hand moves from the board to his hair, removing his bangs from his forehead to get a look at him.
he opens his eyes, looking up at you in admiration. he doesnt say anything, just closes his eyes again and continues, moving to suck your clit again.
“god, youre gonna make me come, shota, fuck!” you start to ramble, thighs tightening around his face. about a minute later, you finish on his face with a loud moan.
but he doesnt stop. he just continues licking at you. you try to pull away, but his arms tighten.
“sho! okay, okay! done, im done.” you say quickly, finally prying him off you, collapsing on the bed.
“was it good?” he asks, sitting up and wiping his face.
you laugh, sitting up as well, scooting closer. “it was amazing..”
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jongseob
ass slaps, dirty talk
come on guys, i feel like everytime i say anything abt seob i mention his love for booty.
kind of like soul, seob is not a big eater either. you dont necessarily have to ask, he’ll do it without you asking, but not for long.
you both have been teasing each other all night, sneaky touched under the blanket while watching a movie with the members, so when you finally were alone, you already knew what was coming.
youre both in his room, door locked, undressed on the bed, seob hovering above you, making out. he breaks the kiss to kiss your neck before standing up.
“turn, bend over.” he says, eyes on your lower half as you roll onto your stomach, hoisting yourself up on your knees, back arched.
“good girl.” he whispers, both his hands landing on your ass, shaking it to force a recoil. one hand slides down to your pussy, rubbing it softly.
“fuck, seobie..” you whine, arching further, pushing yourself into him.
“feel good?” he asks, finger tracing circles knto your clit. you respond with a nod and a moan, your lips falling open as you press your cheek into the mattress.
he squats down, his hands spreading your cheeks before he leans in, tounge circling around your hole. you moan immediately, body twitching against him.
he doesnt speak, he just licks around your cunt, sucking at your clit and sticking his tongue inside you.
“seob, oh my god..” you moan louder, feeling yourself begin to reach your orgasm before he pulls away.
you groan, ready to argue with him for edging you, but then you feel him push his tip inside you, slapping your ass again.
“aht, dont start. you know if youre gonna come its gonna be around my dick.”
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: ̗̀➛ a/n - yall!! my first post after my little breakkk 😩 i hope everyone enjoyed this though, yes i went a bit overboard w intak but unfortunately i go feral with intak and the mommy kink so i couldnt help it.. but yes! i hope you enjoyed my comeback, and i do not have any ideas on what to write after i finish part two to “just married”, so send reqs pls and ty and i love you goodbyeee <333
reading through a bit of sucker for a pretty guitarist and jiung and beomgyu really crack me up 😭
but i came here to say i was cooking up the next chapter bc i wanted to do a double update BUT i dont wanna half ass it and yall deserve be treated with at least a small written part of the date SO unfortunately i cannot do that tonight bc i have a 5am shift … sorry eni my love 💔 #stillstaytuned
⋆.˚˖࿔ ࣪ pairing | fratboy!jongseob x reader ༉‧₊˚.
synopsis | jongseob takes on theo’s bet to last the semester in a relationship with you, the campus ice queen. a difficult target, a newsletter club, a race against time, and unexpected bonding leave him with a difficult decision.
details | sfw, college au, frat!piwon, mature themes (alcohol, mentions of sex), bet trope, haters to lovers, angst, hurt, theo/keeho/intak are douchebags, kissing, very implicit sex, soulseob are besties, jiung is paternal
⟡ length | 9.4k ⟡
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𓆩⟡𓆪 note || angst soup, anyone?
Knowing what he knows now, Jongseob should have gone to bed earlier that night like he’d originally planned.
⸝⸝
“Jongseob has no game, we can’t make him do it.”
Jongseob looked up from his phone at the mention of his name. “Make me do what?”
His friends were scattered in the living room of the Lambda Chi Alpha house in various states of intoxication, the empty bottles of beer and cups littered on the floor as evidence. Soul was playing on his DS, Jiung was trying to keep the area clean while Intak kept adding to the mess with more solo cups and crumbs, Theo was laid flat on the ground face-down, and Keeho was on the couch looking straight at Jongseob with a smile that was equally unnerving and punchable.
“Theo and I were just talking about that girl from our class,” Keeho explained.
Jiung tied up the plastic bag full of garbage and put it aside before he made his way to join the deformed circle. “The one from calc?”
“No, the hot but annoying one from econ,” Intak said.
Theo made a groaning sound to input his disdain.
It was hard not to know the girl they were talking about. The one who was insanely smart but also insanely insufferable and apparently the source of great despair for both Theo and Keeho, who had to put up with her every Monday mornings and makes it everyone’s problems on Monday nights when they’re all gathered at the house for takeout. So yes, Jongseob was very familiar with the girl with overbearing tendencies and a know-it-all attitude that was not only a problem for Keeho and Theo, but for him too from how often he had to hear about it. He’d started subconsciously resenting her just from the stories.
“Okay,” Jongseob said, putting his phone down. “What does my lack of game have anything to do with her?”
“We had a theory,” Theo said as he pushed himself up to his knees, brushing his hair out of his face with his hands. “Maybe the reason she’s so wound up is because no one’s unwinding her.”
Jiung scrunched his nose in disgust, succinctly mirroring Jongseob's internal emotion at the thought. “Why do you have to say it like that?”
“It’s a valid theory,” Intak defended. “People with no sexual outlet are usually more cranky.”
“But the problem is she’s so cranky that no one wants to sleep with her,” Keeho added, and Jongseob had the unsettling feeling he knew where this was going. “Hence my plan.”
Jongseob narrowed his eyes at Keeho. “Don’t tell me you were planning on pimping me off to your self-proclaimed nemesis to make your life easier.”
Keeho rolled his eyes with a laugh. “No, we’ve established you have no game. That’s exactly why I wasn’t going to offer you.”
Jongseob scowled at him, offended. “I totally have game.”
Keeho’s smile turned into a wolfish grin. “Oh yeah? You wanna take the bullet for us then?”
“No, I’m not sleeping with her for this. I’m not a pig. You do it.”
“No, she hates me and Theo.”
“I’ll do it,” Intak offered with a sleazy grin. “I like ‘em feisty anyways.”
Theo scoffed as he leaned back against the arm of the couch. “She would never go for the campus slut. Jiung might work though.”
Jiung immediately stood up at the mention of his name. “Absolutely not. I want no part of this,” he said as he turned and abandoned them for the kitchen.
Soul, who’d been quietly gaming away, pipes up from where he was curled up on the bean bag. “Isn’t this a little… mean? Talking about her like this?”
Keeho waved his hand dismissively at Soul. “She’s meaner. Way meaner.” He then turned to Jongseob. “You might just be our last shot then.”
“I already said no.”
“You don’t have to sleep with her,” he amended. “But for the love of god, please just get in there and loosen her up or something.”
“Are we even sure she’s capable of love?” Theo wondered aloud, looking up melodramatically at the ceiling.
Intak tried to butt in again. “I could make her fall in love with me in a month.”
“I bet two hundred that she murders you before that happens,” Theo retorted drily, ignoring Intak’s offended cry as he looked at Jongseob again with narrowed, calculating eyes. “I bet a hundred you wouldn’t even last a month just dating her. She’s a nightmare.”
Keeho fixed him with the same stare, sizing him up. “I’d give him two. Seobie’s stronger than he looks.”
Now this felt a little ridiculous. He’d heard about her from other people too; sure, the girl seemed pretty difficult, but maybe she was just stuck in a perpetual bad day. She probably had a good side to her like everyone else did; maybe she just didn’t feel like showing it. She wasn’t obligated to. And the competitor in him was stirring at the first sniff of a challenge.
“There’s no way she’s that bad,” Jongseob said, crossing his arms.
“Have you been listening to any of the stories I’ve been telling you guys for the past four months?”
“Not really.”
Keeho shoved his finger in Jongseob’s face. “Rude.”
Jongseob swatted his hand away and looked at Theo. “Four hundred if I can last by the end of next semester. I’m not sleeping with her though.” Four hundred can get him that bass guitar he’s been wanting forever and Theo was rich enough so he might as well have taken the chance.
Theo grinned at him, conniving and cocksure. “Bet.”
Keeho whistled, an impressed look on his face as he leaned back on his arms. “You’re brave.”
Jongseob shrugged and turned his attention back to his phone. “I just really doubt she’s that bad.”
𓆩⟡𓆪
He remembers eating those words after meeting you for the first time.
⸝⸝
Jongseob had signed up for the newsletter club when the semester started, which he learned from Theo was composed of a handful of people and, more importantly, led by you. He had high hopes going in; he needed more extracurriculars on his resume and it was the perfect way to connect with you. A win-win situation. And the rules for the bet that were outlined to him were that he had to start dating you within the first month and the relationship had to last until the last day of class for the year.
But after just that first day with you, he could tell why you got the bad rap that you did.
You were curt with your introductions and sent everyone right to work with homework of all things, on the basis that you needed to evaluate whether they were good enough to stay on the club despite the fact that everyone already had to go through the application and interview process.
He could excuse it as you just being extra thorough, but when he’d gone to you for clarification on the topic (and to just get a chance to talk with you), you’d waved him away with a quick, “If you’re so good, you’ll figure it out.”
You refused to talk to the new joiners any further, stating you had more important things to do than babysit. You were cold, distant, snippy, full of yourself, and wore your brows perpetually furrowed in concentration or anger or whatever the emotion was that you always carried on your face. Everything that everyone claimed you were.
He’s not sure why he didn’t listen to them. It would’ve saved him all the trouble.
But he was in it now, and he wanted that bass bad. So what if he had to go through a little psychological torture.
When Theo had welcomed him home with a “How was the first day?” and a knowing smirk, Jongseob had just flipped him off before locking himself away in his room to get cracking on your assignment.
He didn’t expect it to be as difficult and as long as it was, and it had to be handwritten for whatever reason. It was hard enough that by the next week, only two of the six new joiners had come back.
And when he tried to turn his assignment in, you handed it right back to him without so much as a glance.
“The fact that you’re still here means you have what it takes,” you said, turning back to your laptop and waving him away.
Jongseob stared at you, his jaw slacked. “I worked on this for days,” he starts slowly. “I gave up so many hours of sleep for this and you’re not even gonna read it?”
You looked up at him, your fingers still typing away on your laptop. “That’s how this industry works,” you said. Your hands paused over the keyboard for a moment. “Hours of tireless work can end up scrapped. It might not see the light of day and just collect dust in a corner. If you can’t deal with that, then this place isn’t for you.”
His jaw ticked. The sleeplessness had weakened his inhibitions and there was nothing stopping the ire seeping through his tight words. “This is just a club,” he stated, teeth clenched.
Everyone in the club room froze as soon as the words left his lips.
Your face turned to stone, the cold dialed to an eleven, and Jongseob immediately regretted his words. “Is that so?” You asked, your voice level despite the anger coming alive in your eyes. You leaned forward, folding your arms on the table, and Jongseob suddenly felt small despite the fact that he was looking down on you from where he stood in front of your desk. “If this is just a club to you, maybe you shouldn’t be here.”
Maybe I shouldn’t, he nearly said. But that wouldn’t work. He had to be here for this to work even though this made him want to turn around and never look back again.
He should’ve ran back then.
He swallowed his words and shook his head, forcing his eyes to the ground in submission. “No. I’m sorry, it’s not just a club,” he said, though he didn’t believe the words.
He needed to do what it took to be on your good side even if you already looked like you hated his guts after exchanging just a few words, and so the seeds of doubt were already planted in his mind.
Your eyes narrowed at him, like you didn’t quite believe him. “Get to work,” you ordered, and Jongseob had to physically bite down on his tongue to hold himself back.
In the name of his future bass, he obeyed and got to work.
𓆩⟡𓆪
Jongseob had nearly quit a few weeks later. The work you’d been dumping on him is so much more than what you’d been giving the other new guy. It didn’t take much to figure out that you actually did hate him. All it took was that one comment that he was really regretting let slip past his tongue, although he didn’t see what the fuss about it was.
He’d tried to smooth things over and tried to talk to you but you were unreceptive to all of his attempts. All you talked about is work and articles and interviews and there was just no opportunity for him to steer the conversation towards anything productive for his quest. You would just consistently shut him down and tell him to get to work.
He’s said this much to Soul, who was sitting on his bed and listening politely while Jongseob paced his room.
“You should ask her about what she’s interested in,” Soul suggested after Jongseob’s rant. “Everyone likes talking about what they’re passionate about.”
Jongseob threw his hands up in frustration. “I’ve tried! She doesn’t talk about anything but the damn club.”
“That’s because she’s passionate about the club,” Soul pointed out as he pulled his knees to his chest. “Ask about why she likes writing. People like it when people are interested in them.”
Jongseob stopped pacing and turned to stare at his best friend. “Oh. That’s… kind of obvious.”
“Maybe I should’ve taken the bet,” Soul joked with a giggle. “I’m better with people than you.”
Jongseob bristled at that, feeling strangely possessive. “No, this is my task. I need that bass.” It’s his challenge and he’d be damned to let anyone take it from him. You’re the puzzle he’d set out to solve, the enigma that tickled his brain, an itch he needed to scratch. He wanted to figure you out.
“If you say so.”
𓆩⟡𓆪
Soul might be some sort of genius, Jongseob had decided after the next meeting. Or he was just right about being better at people.
When Jongseob had sat with you in the office, alone with you for once since he needed to put in a little overtime to get one of his articles done, he’d taken his chance, and he came out of it alive to his surprise.
He’d eased into it, started off with asking how you got to joining the club and some follow ups after that, all of which only got him curt responses and a jibe at him to focus on his work.
But he’d ignored you and barrelled on, too dialled in now to back down. Then he’d asked you the question that got him through your first wall, one of many others to come.
“Why do you like writing?"
He could still picture it in his head as he lay in bed that night; the way that your hands had faltered and your face had softened in a way he’d never seen before.
You’d looked up at him from your screen, a little shocked but thoughtful as you crafted your answer in the silence that followed. He could still remember the cadence of your voice, soft like the setting sunlight that washed into the room.
“It’s making something out of nothing that leaves an impression on people,” you had answered and he could swear he saw your eyes practically sparkle. “You can make them feel anything. Angry, happy, sad, mournful. Isn’t that powerful?”
Your smile hadn’t been on your lips. It had been in your eyes.
He swore it felt like his limbs had ceded all his power to the way you’d gazed at him for the next few seconds. He couldn’t read the emotion in your eyes but when you looked back at your laptop, that perpetual furrow in your brows was nowhere to be seen.
𓆩⟡𓆪
He broke through another one of your walls when he walked into the office after a late class to pick up something he’d forgotten to take with him the day before, only to be stopped short when he saw you crying quietly at your desk.
He froze at the door, his grip on his phone nearly slipping. You were sitting in your chair facing away from the door with your face buried in your palms and your body trembling with quiet sobs. Your sniffles echoed through the quiet room, restrained like you didn’t want to allow yourself to cry even when you were alone.
He didn’t realize he was moving until he was standing right behind you and brushing your shoulder with his hand. You jumped with a gasp, your head whipping around at him.
He still remembers the way your eyes were wide and rimmed red, glassy under the single lamp lit at your desk. There were tear stains on your flushed cheeks and your lips were trembling with contained sobs.
The thought slapped him without announcement: you look pretty. But this looked wrong. Like weakness wasn’t meant to be worn in your eyes.
“Jongseob,” your voice brought him out of his internal panic, soft and vulnerable in a way he wasn’t used to from you. You quickly turned away, frantically wiping at your eyes.
“S-Sorry!” He stumbled as he took a step back. “I just came to pick up something.”
“Well, take it and go then. It’s late, you shouldn’t be here.” Your voice is back to the steel that he’s used to from you, the change from mere seconds ago so seamless that he started to question if you were even crying in the first place. You didn’t meet his eyes. You stared down your desk with your hair curtaining your face, like a defense to physically shut him out too.
But he didn’t budge. “Are you okay?”
He expected you to yell at him again. To tell him it was none of his business, or to actually shove him away. But you remained quiet.
Until your shoulders started to tremble again and your breaths started to sound stuttered. Then, in a voice so quiet, so weak that it made you seem so small, you told him, “No.”
He didn’t think twice before he sat himself down on the floor beside your chair. But he stayed silent. He let you cry and kept you company until you finally opened up to him for the first time.
“It’s not just a club to me,” you said through quiet sniffles. His words came echoing back to him and he couldn’t hold back his cringe. He looked up at you and saw you still staring at your desk with a distant gaze. He kept quiet and gave you the space to continue. It took a few more moments for you to. “I’ve wanted to be a writer for my entire life. My dad thinks it’s a waste of time. That my career is a waste of time. That my choices are misguided.
“I was just on the phone with him. I mean, I’ve heard everything he said a million times already but—“ You broke off, your eyes watering with a fresh wave of tears. “But it still hurts to know I’m somehow worth less to him than my siblings because I don’t want to follow in his path.”
He understood it then. Kind of. Why you ran the club like the military. You had something to prove to not only your family but to yourself.
Jongseob pulled himself up to his feet and slid the box of tissues on your desk closer to you. “He’s wrong,” he stated. Your eyes lifted back on him, searching, and he felt his throat close in. He still pushed the words out. “Your passion doesn’t make you anything less than your family just because it’s different. It’s what makes you you.”
There was a small uptick of your lips and it made him feel like he should do a backflip. Your smile, something he’s never seen on you, is pretty too, even if it’s a tiny thing.
“I know that,” you said, and he blushed in fear that he just sounded corny. “But thank you.”
That felt like all the validation he needed that he was doing something right. That he really was beginning to work you open, bit by bit, and piece you together, bit by bit.
You didn’t stick around after that. You gathered your things quietly and left after wishing him a rare goodnight, leaving him standing in the room feeling a little off-kilter.
This side of you, vulnerable and small, was so different from what he was used to. Different from anything anyone has ever seen, he was pretty sure.
And he couldn’t help but feel like he’d already won.
𓆩⟡𓆪
The next few meetings were different. You were different. You were still as icy and stern as before, but when it came to him, you were different. Less sharp around the edges. You’d started looking to him for opinions, something that took everyone else by surprise. And you’d started asking him to take on tasks instead of just dropping them on him, though he still knew he can’t say no. He appreciated the change in tone regardless. And he didn’t let this development go to waste.
He’d started frequently offering to stay behind with you to finish final drafts when things got heavier for you. He told himself it was to further his little bet but he moreso just wanted to figure out how much more he could unravel you.
It became a routine after the first few times. A routine with coffee and sometimes takeout if you stayed back long enough. And conversations became more casual and less business.
“Lambda Chi Alpha,” you repeated over the lip of your coffee, narrowing your eyes at him. You took a slow sip, leaving him squirming a little under your calculating gaze. “You’re friends with Keeho and Theo?”
“Unfortunately,” he answered lightly, stirring the cup in his hand. “I’d say more roommates. I kind of just have to put up with them.”
You raised a brow at him. “So you’re not like them is what you’re saying?”
“Depends on what you define as ‘like them’.”
“Loud, arrogant, full-of-themself, disrespectful if you don’t immediately bend to their whims?”
He took a deep breath at your apt deduction. “Yup,” he said through a sharp exhale. “I’m saying that I’m precisely not like them.”
Then you laughed softly, a sound that echoes in his mind to this day.
“I can tell,” you said with a smile that he became more familiar with, more fond of.
It had made his heart stutter a bit. Nerves, he told himself, because he needed to act soon. He could hear Theo’s voice in his head reminding him that the end of the month is near and there wasn’t a date in sight.
It was the perfect moment to make that step. The articles had been submitted, there were no near deadlines looming over you, midterms were still some time away, and the atmosphere of the late afternoon was cozy.
He took a breath. It was now or never. “Hey—“
“Can I ask—“ You paused when you realized you'd just talked over him. “Sorry, go ahead.”
He shook his head quickly. “No, it’s alright,” he said with a smile, leaning forward on his chair. He had moved to the desk next to you, so the distance between you both was only a few feet. “I can wait for you,” he adds, a little flirtatious, and it had you flushing at the cheeks.
This had been another one of his developments; you flustered easily. Something he’d been using to his advantage more recently. And you didn’t seem to mind, almost played into them in fact.
You cleared your throat, sitting up straight. “Alright,” you started, fidgeting with your cup. “I’ve never done this before but… I was wondering if you wanted to go out sometime.” You were staring at your cup as you said it with a nervous candour, another thing he wasn’t used to seeing you with. “Like on a date.”
Jongseob could actually do a back flip right then with the energy that shot through him. When you finally looked up and met his grin with one of your own, he got that familiar feeling again— like he’d just won.
𓆩⟡𓆪
One date turned to two, then to three, then to five. The fifth one was the one where he found himself in front of your dorm room, dropping you off safely to wrap up your arcade date from where he learned you were just as competitive as he was and even more scary if there were prizes to be won.
You were easy to be with, he found. So easy when you weren’t hiding away behind walls. You were insightful, witty, smart, funny in an unexpected way, and you were into the same games as he was, funnily enough.
You clicked. It was easy to fall into the rhythm of things together. And he watched you change for the better. Watched you smile more now that you finally had someone’s shoulder to lean on, less burdened on your own.
He learned more about your upbringing, about your family, about why your ambition was both your armour and your weapon.
Every little thing he found out about you helped the puzzle of you become clearer and clearer by the day. More than ever, he didn’t want to stop figuring you out.
“You didn’t have to come all the way up,” you told him as you fumbled with your keys to unlock the door.
He leaned against the wall beside your door, watching the smile you were struggling to smother on your lips. “Just being a gentleman.”
Truthfully, he didn’t really want the date to end just yet so he’d offered to walk you up rather than leave you off at the entrance of your building like he’d done the other times.
It got a laugh out of you as you finally unlocked the door. But you didn’t go inside just yet, you hovered by him instead. “Jongseob,” you said, looking up at him. “Do you want to come inside?”
His breath caught in his throat and he was pretty sure his heart had just combusted in his chest. “Inside?” He asked, just to make sure he hadn’t heard you wrong.
You smiled, a shy, pretty thing. “Yeah. If you want to.”
He swallowed back the tangle of nerves and excitement that climbs up his throat. “Yeah,” he said without much thought. Because he wanted to.
When you kissed him for the first time, the farthest thing on his mind was the bet. All he thought of was the plush of your lips against his and the sweetness of your scent muddling his brain of everything but you.
And when you brought him to your bed, he forgot about the bet all together, all his thoughts on the heat of your skin beneath his palms and the sweet sounds of your voice around his name.
It was when he was laying on his back trying to piece himself together after and you had told him you’d never been with anyone else that the guilt had sunk its claws into his ribs. And it didn’t let go for the following months to come.
𓆩⟡𓆪
“Dude!” Keeho yelled, running up from behind, slamming his hands down on Jongseob’s shoulder and stopping him on his way to the club office. “I don’t know what you’ve been doing but well-fucking-done.”
Theo appeared beside Jongseob and slapped a hand to his back that had him nearly knocking into Keeho. “Turns out the bitch does have a heart,” Theo mused, and Jongseob almost recoiled with the acid that burned at the back of his throat after hearing that.
“Don’t call her that,” he snapped.
Theo’s brows raised as he pulled his hand back to himself. “Woah. Didn’t realize it was that serious.”
“It’s not,” Jongseob said quickly, pushing Keeho’s hands off of him. “But she’s really not all that you make her out to be. She’s just got a lot of shit to deal with, alright?”
“And that gives her the right to treat everyone around her like shit?” Keeho asked, crossing his arms.
That rubbed the wrong nerve and Jongseob couldn’t hold himself back. “Oh, and you’re so much better?” Even after the words left his mouth, he still didn’t regret it.
Keeho’s expression soured and he took a step forward. “What the hell does that mean?”
Jongseob was taller but he was also much skinnier so he should feel threatened, but he couldn’t find himself caring enough to. “I just mean you haven’t exactly given her the easiest of times either.”
Theo got in between them before anything could start. He fixed Jongseob with a reprimanding look. “Watch it,” he said, nearly scowling. “Are you saying you actually like her?”
Honestly, it wasn’t something he could answer. He didn’t know if the feelings he had towards you were real or if this whole bet thing had illusioned them up for the success of his own greed. But all he knew was that he came to respect you as a person, whether it was romantic or not.
“Does it matter?” Is what Jongseob settled for as an answer. “The bet’s still on.”
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Being with you was the easiest thing Jongseob had ever done. It was also the thing that burrowed a stone deep in his ribs, one that ached and throbbed with guilt every time he was with you.
The late days at the office were all that he looked forward to three times a week besides your dates. The ones where you spent half the time deep diving into obscure topics just to argue with each other about it, all in the name of friendly competition. It was the most fun that he found himself having in his otherwise mundane life. It was the thing that he thought back on most of his day as he completed his chores.
Soul had caught Jongseob smiling to himself in the laundry room as he hummed a tune of an album you’d shown him and folded his laundry.
“Have you told her about the bet yet?”
Jongseob nearly jumped out of his skin at the sudden voice. He whipped around to glare at Soul. “Jesus, Shota! A warning, please!”
Soul seemed unbothered. “Have you told her about the bet yet?”
The stone in his ribs started to feel heavy and jagged. “No, why would I?” He asked. He felt the sharp sting in his chest, the same feeling he got whenever the topic was brought up.
Soul yanked his Pikachu head-band off his head and chucked it at Jongseob’s.
Jongseob barely dodged it before he turned to glare again at Soul. “Okay, what the fuck.”
“You’re an idiot,” is all Soul said as he picked up his handband from the floor and stomped away.
Jongseob stared at Soul’s retreating figure, befuddled.
“What he means to say is that this is a bad idea.”
Jongseob jumped again and whipped around to see Jiung enter the laundry room through the other door with his bin of clothing.
“I need to put a bell on you people,” Jongseob grumbled to himself as he returned to folding his laundry, added with an aggressive flare this time. “Also, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Jiung leaned against the washing machine with his arms crossed and a frown on his face, one almost like he was scolding. “I think you do. You like this girl.”
Jongseob’s movements faltered for a short moment before he started gathering his clothes in his basket, figuring he would just fold them up in his room. “I don’t.”
“You’re sure about that?”
“Yes!” He snapped, then flinched back, taken aback by his own volume.
“…Right.”
Jongseob didn’t even have to look at Jiung to know that he’d lost the conversation, so he tucked tail and left.
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The panic built up inside of him for the next month. It had been over two months that you’ve been dating and a month since you’d become exclusive. There were only three weeks left until he won the bet. But he didn’t feel any close to winning, because he had come to the terrible realization that he was in love with you. But it wasn’t a reality he could accept knowing what he knew; how this whole thing had started. He didn’t even care about winning the bet anymore. He just wanted to know how he could keep you.
He could come clean. But that would mean losing you. He could hide it all. But that would mean he’d lose himself.
Soul and Jiung’s disappointed faces flashed behind his eyes as he dropped his head to his desk. He sat there, stewing in the despair of his own curation, until he felt a hand in his hair, gentle and grounding.
He looked up to be met with your concerned face peering down at him. “You okay?”
He leaned into your touch, sighing at the way your nails scratch against his scalp. “M’okay,” he mumbled, feeling all his panic drain away with just a simple touch from you. “Just stressed about finals, that’s all.”
“Aw,” you cooed softly, dragging your nails down to the back of his head, a motion that had him shuddering. “Wanna come to my place and study?”
He opened his eyes and gave you a cheeky smile. “Study?” He asked, swivelling his chair to face you. He placed his hands on your hips and pulled you in to stand between his legs. “Isn’t that what you said last time?”
You rolled your eyes as your hands fell to his shoulders, but you were smiling. “You’re the one who started that. You were the distracting one, not me.”
He laughed, leaning forward to press a kiss to your stomach, the closest part of you he could reach with his lips. It always went like this; he would agonize over his predicament whenever he was left to his thoughts but would forget all about it the second you were nearby.
“I heard about the party your frat’s hosting the weekend after next,” you said, playing with the string of his hoodie. “How come you haven’t invited me yet?”
The truth was he didn’t want you interacting with any of his friends. It would make his situation too real. It felt comfortably hypothetical currently.
“I didn’t think it was your scene,” he answered instead, rubbing circles on your hips with his thumbs, firm against your shirt.
“It’s not,” you agreed. “But you’re going to be there. And it’s the last party before the year ends so… I dunno.” You were being shy again, averting your eyes and chewing on your lip, and he was overwhelmed with fondness. “I kind of wanna be there with you.”
He couldn’t help the grin pulling at his lips. “You wanna be there for me?” He teased, yanking you right back in when you groan and try to pull away. “In that case, I want you there.” He could never deny you, it felt physically impossible to.
You visibly relaxed at that, your shoulders slumping. “Oh, good,” you said with a small smile. “For a second I was worried you were, like, embarrassed by me or something.”
His smile fell immediately. “Embarrassed?” He asked in disbelief. “Why would I be embarrassed by you?”
You shrugged, averting your eyes again as you tie and untie the strings of his hoodie. “You’ve never introduced me to your friends. And I’m not an airhead, I know what people think of me.”
He tensed at your admission, that festering guilt rooting deeper and slithering down to his gut. He distracted himself by pulling you in closer, bringing you down to straddle his lap.
“They just don’t know you like I do,” he stated, snaking his arms around your waist. Then he smiled, light and playful, juxtaposed to how he was feeling on the inside. “But I kind of like being the only one to have this side of you.”
He celebrated internally when that brought the smile back onto your lips. “Corny,” you said through your tinkling laugh. “Possessive. An idiot is what you are.”
“The luckiest one,” he said, and then he kisses you to numb the way his insides twist at the lie. He was the unluckiest lucky person to exist.
Luck had brought him to you but luck becomes the thing that takes you away just the same.
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Bringing you to that party was the most foolish thing he could have done, he realizes now.
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Introducing you to Jiung was the right way to start at least, he’d thought as he watched the two of you chat in the kitchen, away from the crowd. When Soul got thrown into the mix, you were immediately endeared by him, giggling at his strange antics. It was the first time he’s seen you so at ease around others, so open to expressing around them. You had told him earlier that it was his presence with you that helped you stay at ease.
A hand to his shoulder snapped his eyes away from the scene and to Intak.
“Dude,” Intak said, already slurring. “Your girl looks hot. Better treat her real nice with the money you’re get—“
Jongseob didn’t let him finish before he got his hand slammed over his big mouth and pushed him out of the kitchen.
“Are you insane?!” Jongseob whisper-yelled at Intak’s frightened eyes. He pulls his hand back from Intak’s. “Don’t talk about that when she’s around, you idiot—“
“Don’t talk about what?”
Jongseob whipped around so fast he nearly threw himself off balance and knocked himself into Intak.
“Nothing,” he said quickly, moving to you and wrapping his arm around your waist. His heart was pounding in his chest and he was quickly beginning to realize what a mistake it was to bring you here. “Let’s go out for some fresh air, okay?”
“Okay,” you agreed easily, then looked at Intak who smiled charmingly at you and even gave you a little bow. You didn’t seem all that impressed though. “Hwang Intak, right?”
Intak’s eyes lit up instantly. “You know me?”
“Unfortunately.”
Jongseob coughed to smother his laugh when Intak’s face fell just as quick. “Come on, don’t start a fight with my roommates,” he said playfully to you as he started to pull you away.
You moved along with him as he started steering you towards the top floor for the balcony. “I could take him.”
“Sure you can,” he said fondly as he weaved through the crowds in the halls.
He felt lucky that it was so crowded. Maybe enough so that you wouldn’t run into the two devils that had been sitting comfortably on his shoulder the past few months.
But it’s already been established that he was the unluckiest lucky guy.
Because as soon as he rounded the corner to the stairs, Keeho and Theo were on their way down, attached at the hip like they always were.
“Look who it is!” Keeho said with a wide grin as he stopped a few steps above you.
Theo had a subtle smirk on his lips, one that Jongseob knew meant trouble. He felt suddenly like they’ve just been thrown into the wolves’ den.
“We were just going to go to the balcony,” Jongseob said tightly. “For some air.”
“For some air,” Theo repeated, before turning to you.
You looked like this is the last place you’d want to be. But you mustered up a pleasant smile, like you’re trying to keep the peace for Jongseob’s sake.
“Nice to see you guys,” you said, albeit stiffly. Everyone knew it was bullshit but Jongseob still appreciated the gesture.
Theo scoffed. “It still throws me off how you’re so pleasant all of a sudden.”
Jongseob squeezed your hand as a silent plea to back down, scared that these two might just be the spark you need to revert back to your icy ways.
But you didn’t bite the bait; you kept your control as you tilted your head at Theo and furrowed your brows in constructed confusion.
“Oh? I thought that’s what you wanted, wasn’t it?” Your voice sounded steady though the implication of your words are loud. “I mean, that’s what I always hear from you two. That I’ve got a stick up my ass and whatnot. I thought I was doing everyone a favour by diverting to my pleasant ways but it looks like you two can’t be satisfied, can you?” You clicked your tongue in mock disappointment. “I guess you always need something to be miserable about.”
Keeho’s grin was faint now but it was still there with a barely restrained scowl. “I see you’ve still got a bite. But I wouldn’t be so arrogant about this if I were you.”
Theo took the last couple steps down to level with you and Jongseob. “You don’t know it yet but,” he paused to lean forward, his smirk pulling up to a deceptively warm smile. “You should really be thanking us for your new look for that.”
Jongseob’s heart was in his throat. He saw the way your face contorted with real confusion, and the way you were about to ask about it but Jongseob was quick to push past Theo and Keeho to climb the stairs.
“Come on, just ignore them,” he told you as he pulled you along.
The fresh air did little to soothe the heat prickling at his skin. But your arms snaking around from behind him while you press yourself against his back, did.
“Are you okay?” Came from your gentle voice, breath brushing against his ear as you pressed your chin to his shoulder.
He took a deep breath to ease down his rattling heart. “Better now,” he said as he turned in your arms and wrapped his arms around your neck.
You smiled up at him as he brushed back the hair bristling over your forehead with the wind. “I like your friends. Shota and Jiung, I mean,” you added quickly with a scrunch of your nose. “Not the others.”
He snorted, tilting his head back to look up at the sky. The moon is full and the stars are bright. He should have felt welcomed by them, they should have made this moment feel nicer. But he just felt mocked by them. Like they were saying that a moment this peaceful, with the girl he wanted in his arms, could never be his. It wasn’t really his, even if he was living it right now. It would never be his until he bares his truth to them.
“Jongseob,” you whispered, and he tilted his head back down.
That unreadable look in your eyes, the one that’s been more frequent the past few weeks, was back.
And suddenly he felt too raw, too exposed by the light of the moon and the stars.
“Yes?” He asked, feeling his heart slowly climb its way back up his throat.
“What aren’t you telling me?”
He felt every fiber of his being go rigid. He couldn’t swallow his heart back down this time. “What do you mean?” His voice sounded distant from himself, like it was coming out of someone else.
You started to pull away but he kept his arms tight enough that you couldn’t put too much distance. Distance that he fears might be permanent if he lets it manifest.
The pinch between your brows was back as you chose your words. “You’ve been a little… distant these past few weeks. Hidden, more like. I don’t really know how to explain it.”
His breaths were starting to become harder to regulate. Of course you’d noticed something was up. You were one of the smartest people he knew. How could he think he could hide anything from you?
“Is it something I said?” You asked when he didn’t respond, your eyes wide and searching as they flickered between his. “Or something I did?”
“No,” he said quickly, his hands sliding down to catch your arms. “No, no you didn’t do anything.”
“Then what is it?”
This was his chance to come clean. He wanted to, he desperately wanted to. But when he opened his mouth, nothing came out, fear trapping the words in his throat. The fear of losing you was greater than his need to come clean.
You were starting to look increasingly defeated as you waited, as you pleaded him with your eyes.
“Please,” you breathed after another moment of silence. “Please don’t tell me I fell in love with the wrong person.”
The world felt like it tilted on his axis as that word that slipped from your lips trapped itself in his brain and rattled around. His breaths ceased and his hands lost their grip on your arms.
“Love?” He whispered, the word tumbling out of his lips without his permission.
You dropped your gaze to his chest and it was like he could almost see the way your walls started to climb back into place. “I love you, Jongseob,” you said, clear as the night sky above. “I’m sorry if that’s not what you want. And I’m sorry if it’s too soon. But I needed to say it. I’ve wanted to say it for a couple weeks now.” You stepped out of his space and he was too weak to stop you this time, his strength zapped out of his body along with every other feeling.
“I love you,” you repeated it, like a final blow to his heart.
He was numb as he turned around and walked back inside. He could hear you calling his name behind him but he didn’t stop. He pushed his way through the crowd, frantic as he searched the rooms.
When he saw Theo, he zeroed right in on him. He grabbed him by the arm, ignoring his protests as he yanked him out to the front porch.
“Jongseob, what the hell is up with you?!” Theo cried as he was shoved up against the wall, Jongseob’s fists curled tight into his shirt collars.
“The bet,” Jongseob seethed. He felt almost manic, wouldn’t be surprised if he looked like it too if Theo’s vaguely terrified expression was anything to go by. “I want out. Fuck you and your stupid money, I want none of it.”
He was angry. And he was taking it out on Theo. But that didn’t make sense because he was angry at himself more than anything but there was too much going on in his brain for things to make any sense.
Theo tried to shove him back but Jongseob pushed him back hard into the bricks, overbearing from the adrenaline. “Listen to me!” He yelled. Theo’s eyes widened as they flicker between him and over his shoulder. Jongseob could hear the commotion of people gathering behind him but he didn’t care whose eyes were there. “You don’t speak a fucking word about the bet, you hear me?” He whispered the words right into Theo’s face, seeped in uncontained rage. “None of it. If she finds out at all, hears any fucking peep of it, you’re the one I’m coming for first. You get me?” He pushed Theo’s harder against the wall, making him wince in pain. His fists were knuckle white in Theo’s shirt and shaking from the force. He was shaking everywhere. “Say one word and I’ll fucking kill you.”
Theo could only stare at him, fear unbridled in his eyes.
“Jongseob.”
The name didn’t come from Theo’s lips. It came from a voice that has him going cold all over.
His hand dropped like deadweight at his sides and he turned like someone else was pulling the strings attached to his body.
The look on your face was like the one he saw on you when he first met you. Cold. Distant. Walled.
“Was I a bet, Jongseob?” You asked him. Your voice was stable. It was calculated. Reserved. Just like before.
All he could do was stare and watch the flashes of the moments he had with you flicker behind his eyelids.
“Tell me,” you started again, voice rising with each second that passed by. “Was I a bet? Was I a fucking bet?”
His throat felt dry as he spoke. “Yes.”
That pit of guilt in his ribs lifted as the admission left his lips. In its place sat grief, because he knew that this was the end of it.
But that still didn’t stop him from trying.
He tried to say your name, to reach for you but you were already gone. His feet felt weighted to the ground as he watched your figure push through the crowd of people he didn’t realize had formed around the scene.
He felt a hand shove at his back, pulling him out of whatever trance he was in. His head whipped back to see Theo reaching out to shove him again. “Go after her,” he urged, shoving him again. “Go!”
That snapped Jongseob into action. He turned and sprinted after you, shoving past the wall of people and yelling your name.
He could see your figure in the distance. You didn’t turn his way, you just kept walking. Eventually he caught you by the arm and pulled you back to him.
“Wait—“
“I don’t want to hear it!” You yelled immediately, throwing his arm off of you. There were tears streaming down your face, tracking eyeliner down your cheeks. Your face was twisted in agony and it hit him like a spear to the chest the realization that it was because of him.
“Just— please!” He caught both of your arms this time. He was still shaking and his eyes were blurry and his head was spinning but the one thing he knew was that he couldn’t let you go. “Let me explain!”
“We’re done,” you seethed, pulling yourself back but the grip he had on your arms was iron. “Let me go.”
“I love you!” He yelled, and you finally stopped struggling. He pulled you towards him, holding you firmly in his space. “I love you, I really do, you have to believe that.” He knew tears were streaming down his face and this was far from the ideal state that he wanted to be telling you that in. But he was done hiding. “I love you.”
You were watching every word fall from his lips, your expression falling neutral even despite the tears still welling your eyes. “You love me?” You asked, quiet enough that your voice is nearly drowned out by the rustling trees above you. “If you loved me, you wouldn’t have lied to me.”
A sob wracked through his body, his fingers digging desperately into your skin. But you didn’t flinch or pull away, content to watch him drown in his miseries. “I was scared,” he whispered through a wet breath. “I was so scared. I knew I would lose you. But I swear, it just started off as a bet, but-but then I got to know you and I got to see you— the real you— and it’s something I never could have imagined. I fell for you. So hard.”
He was sobbing through his words and he wasn’t even sure if you could understand him but he couldn’t contain any of it. He let it all out, desperate that you’d see him through all of it.
“I love you,” he said, trembling from head to toe, breaths tumbling out in stutters, chest heaving with sobs. It was ugly, but it was honest. “Don’t go. Please don’t go.”
You were quiet for a long moment, just watching, picture-still like a pretty statue.
“Please,” he tried again, stepping closer and pressing his forehead down to yours.
“Jongseob,” you said, and your voice was so gentle that it lit a flicker of hope in his chest, fragile and dangerous.
Your hand reached up to brush the tears on his cheek. The touch felt like a reprieve; he melted into it, turned into it, and sought out the warmth of your palm against his nose and lips, cold from the chilly air. Your hand slid down, slow as your thumb carved out the slope of his nose then the bow of his lips. He breathed in your scent, sweet and familiar, and it fed the flicker in his chest.
“I can’t stay,” you said, and just like that, that flicked of hope snuffed out into nothing. “Not when I don’t know what was real and what wasn’t.”
Another sob wracked through his body as your hand fell away. “It was real,” he said, trying to catch your hand again but you pulled it away before he could. You stepped back until all that was left was your arm still clutched in his hand like a lifeline. “It was all real. I swear it on my life, it was real.”
Your face crumbled as you took his wrist in your free hand. “Not to me,” you said, and all the strength in his body left again. You pushed his hand off of you and he let it fall without a fight. “Not anymore.”
He was helpless to watch you fade away into the night. He wasn’t sure when he'd fallen to his knees but the ground was cold beneath him. It seeped up his leg and traversed through all his limbs, keeping him trapped there as it wrapped like a cage around his heart, squeezing down until he couldn't feel anymore.
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It’s been four months exactly now since that fateful night in the LCA living room. Now he sits on the edge of his bed, staring at the first article he wrote for you and you’d refused to read, trembling in his hands.
It’s been a week now that you’ve walked out of his life. Ten days since the last time he got to sit with you in that office. Seven days since he’s last kissed you. Seven days since he last heard his name from your lips.
You’ve become a ghost. His texts lay unanswered. His phone calls all lead to a wall. And when he thinks he catches a glimpse of you around campus, you’re gone in the blink of an eye like an apparition made to keep his heart in throes.
He knows where to find you three times a week. But the thought of stepping anywhere near that room sends his stomach into twists.
The fact that he’s pretty sure he flunked his last few finals wasn’t even enough to take his mind off you. Nothing seems to matter now that he’s lost what could’ve been something great, something real.
And all he has to show for it now is this article and the memory of you.
“Burn it.”
His head lifts to see Jiung at the doorway, Soul hovering behind him. The looks on their faces just make him feel worse, caged.
Jongseob’s hands curl tighter into the papers. “Why?” His voice is hollow, just like the rest of him.
Jiung crosses the room in a few strides, picks up the trash bin by Jongseob’s desk and fishes out a lighter from his pockets. He places the bin on the floor in front of where Jongseob sits and drops the lighter on his lap.
Jongseob stares down at it blankly.
“You need to forget about her,” Jiung says gently, taking a seat beside him. “She’s not coming back.”
The words sting, no matter how true. But burning it would make everything feel too real and too final.
Soul sits on his other side, pressing close and dropping his head on his shoulder. The warmth is welcome after days of cold isolation. “It will be good for you,” he says quietly.
“I don’t want to.”
Jiung sighs and runs a palm down his back, a motion meant to soothe but just felt overwhelming. “If you don’t, you’ll just keep hurting.”
“Well maybe I deserve it,” Jongseob says, defeated. He can’t imagine how he thought he would come out of this victorious. “Why did I do something so stupid?”
“It wasn’t all your fault,” Jiung reasons. “Keeho and Theo pushed you.”
“But it was still my choice,” he snaps, then flinches back. “Sorry.”
Soul places a hand around Jongseob’s wrist and squeezes. “All you can do is move on now.”
Move on. Easier said than done.
“I don’t know how.”
Jiung takes the lighter abandoned on Jongseob’s lap and places it in his hand. “Start with this.”
His fingers wrap weakly around the lighter; it feels like a weight in his palm. This is starting to feel almost like a funeral, he thinks morosely. Like a last send off.
But he knows Jiung and Soul are right. Holding onto this would mean holding onto you. And you had long let go of him.
He flicks on the lighter and brings it to the corners of the pages, watching as the flames lick up the ivory and graphite. He lets it spread up and up, dropping it into the bin when he feels the heat first touch his fingertips.
Jongseob sits there, recalling the story of you and him as he watches the last remnant of you wither away to ashes.
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okay guys frfr ch12 of sucker for a pretty guitarist in the works like GENUINELY, i’ve had like lowkey the worst week of my life so i didn’t have motivation to do any smau stuff but im off tmr and i need the distraction SO im cooking up some things for the next chapter tn and tmr dont worry i haven’t forgotten ok???
in the mean time … feel free to read my latest work to hold you over 😛😛
I am still technically in my keeho writing hiatus but these are just THOUGHTS now walk with me 🚬 (18+ MDNI)
Best Friend!Keeho who is over your place in the middle of summer and it's hot
Best Friend!Keeho who can't keep his eyes off you in those teeny tiny shorts that cling to your ass just right and just barely cover the expanse of it, not to mention your tank top that leaves nothing to the imagination
Best Friend!Keeho who tries to play it cool and act unaffected when you sit next to him on the couch and throw your hair up messily so it doesn't stick to your neck
Best Friend!Keeho who's eyes widen when you stretch your body over his lap to reach the remote on the table beside him (even though you could have just asked him) with a hand bracing yourself on his thigh
Best Friend!Keeho who grips your waist and forces you down onto his lap properly when you start to pull back because you're not as slick as you think you're being "Where do you think you're going?"
Best Friend!Keeho who kisses you so sloppy and messy and grinds you down right over where he's been hard since he first saw you and it's still so hot and your panting and sweating but neither of you care
Best Friend!Keeho who lays you down and rubs his cock all over where you're soaking through your thin tiny shorts and down to press into your hole and nudge them as far in as he can go
Best Friend!Keeho who reaches to grip your jaw and part your lips so that you can suck on his thumb like the dirty slut you are
Best Friend!Keeho who slaps his cock down onto your pussy when he has you bare just because he wants to see you squirm when the head of his cock slaps against your clit
Best Friend!Keeho who shoves your tank top up and over your tits so that he can watch the way they bounce when he fucks into you
Best Friend!Keeho who says "Fuck, didn't know you were this flexible" after lifting one of your thighs and pressing it flesh against your chest as he leans over your body, his necklace dangling in your face
Best Friend!Keeho who reaches down to rub your clit when he feels you clenching around him
Best Friend!Keeho Who keeps driving into your creamed pussy even after your orgasm as he begs you to keep taking him like a good girl
Best Friend!Keeho who knows you're already overstimulated and leans down to kiss you and whispers against your lips "Hold still, I'm almost done"
Best Friend!Keeho who drives to the hilt and just stays buried deep in your sopping and ruined cunt as you squeeze every last bit of cum from him, his sweat dripping down onto you
Best Friend!Keeho who watches his cum drip from your hole and onto the couch with the cockiest smirk you've ever seen on him
Best Friend!Keeho who argues with you the rest of the night over who's responsible for you two fucking (and suggests you do it again)
Like I said these are just THOUGHTS I am simply a thought daughter
SUMMARY: The car ride home after a night out with friends — and your best friend makes sure to prove to you how good you looked.
WC: 2.2k words
DISCLAIMERS: SMUT. [ minors / ageless blogs DNI ] uhhhhh okay so car sex!!!!!! p in v unprotected.. (Use protection i’m srs.) fingering, hickeys, riding, uhhh uhhh idk what else is there to say. Ok he’s kinda mean, also nice tho. I haven’t made up my mind and this was rushed k. Enjoy :p
The city lights bleed into streaks of gold and red as Taeyang's car glides through the late-night streets, his engine sounded like a low, steady pulse through the soft humming of alcohol still singing in your veins.
The air inside his car is warm from the heater he turned on for you, rich with the mingled scents of your perfume and his cologne.
His right hand rested loosely on the steering wheel, knuckles pale under the occasional streetlamp. But his other hand splayed across your bare thigh, palm heavy and possessive, curling into the soft flesh just above your knee.
The heat of his touch seeps through your skin, radiating upward, and you find yourself hyperaware of every tiny movement, especially when his thumb traced lazy, deliberate arcs and the way his pinky finger hooked just beneath the hem of your skirt, teasing the edge of where fabric meets skin.
You haven't said a word to each other since climbing into the car, but the silence is louder than any conversation. The undercurrent of tension made your breath shallow and your heart bang against your ribs, begging to be freed like it’s in a prison cell.
Taeyang's words earlier tonight weren't idle promises — they were declarations, and you understood the weight behind them.
At the club, you found yourself tethered to his side like a willing satellite in his orbit. He paid for your drinks with the casual authority of someone accustomed to claiming what he wanted, his arm a permanent fixture around your waist. His gaze was a weapon, mean mugging anyone who even tried to look your way — friends included.
And it was the way he transformed when even Keeho or Jiung offered you a compliment that truly undid you. The subtle shift in his body, the tightening of his grip, and how he'd pull your back flush against him with a hand splayed across your stomach.
Each possessive gesture sent a current of electricity through you, igniting something primal in your core. You craved it, craved him, and the exhilarating feeling of being claimed so completely.
You shift in your seat, crossing and uncrossing your legs while his thumb stills for a fraction of a second before pressing harder, kneading into your muscle.
A faint, smug smile flickers at the corner of his mouth, barely visible in the dim dashboard glow.
He knows exactly what he's doing.
The car slows at a red light, and he turns to look at you. His stare travels slowly, from your eyes down to your lips, then lower, tracing the curve of your neck where your pulse flutters, the swell of your breasts in that tight top you'd chosen.
"You okay?" He asks, his voice low.
You nod, swallowing hard. "Yeah. Just... tired."
He hums a noncommittal sound, and his hand slides an inch higher. The light turns green. He accelerates, but his eyes stay on the road now, though his fingers resume their slow, torturous exploration.
Up, then down. Up…. then down… Each pass creeping a little higher, until his fingertips brush the warm, damp fabric of your panties beneath your skirt.
Your breath hitches and god, you can't help it. He doesn't look at you, but you catch his smirk deepening.
The car turns onto a quieter street, lined with darkened storefronts and the occasional flickering neon sign. Fewer cars and lights. The world narrows to the space inside this vehicle and the weight of his hand on your thigh. Heat pooled low in your belly as his fingers press more firmly against the soaked cotton.
You squeeze your thighs together instinctively, trapping his hand there. He chuckles under his breath, a low, dark sound.
"Spread your legs.” He murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper, but the command is unmistakable.
Your body reacts before your mind catches up. Your knees fall apart, your skirt riding up higher, baring your thighs to the warm air and to his hungry gaze. He glances down, then back at the road, and you watch his jaw tighten.
"Good girl."
The praise sends a shiver through you. His fingers hook into the side of your panties, pulling them aside, and then there's nothing between his touch and your slick, aching cunt.
He drags two fingers through your folds, slowly, gathering your wetness, and you bite your lip so hard you practically taste copper.
"So fucking wet," He mumbled, almost to himself. "Been like this all night?"
You can't answer. You can barely breathe. His fingers circle your clit in lazy strokes teasingly, never quite pressing hard enough to satisfy, and your hips twitch involuntarily, chasing his touch.
"Answer me."
"Yes—“ You gasp. "All night."
He hums approvingly before he presses inside you — one finger, then two, sliding in with a slick, obscene sound that fills the quiet car.
Your head falls back against the headrest, your eyes fluttering shut as he curls his fingers, searching and finding that spot that makes your whole body jolt.
"Hm." He hums in satisfaction before starting a rhythm: slow, deep thrusts, his palm grinding against your clit with every push. The car swerves slightly as he takes a corner too fast, and you realize he's leaving the main roads, guiding the car into a maze of back alleys and darkened parking lots.
Your hands grip the edge of the seat, knuckles white. His fingers are relentless, fucking you in that slow, torturous pace and building a pressure that coils tighter and tighter in your belly. You're already close, embarrassingly close, and he knows it.
"No," He says, pulling his fingers out abruptly. You whimper at the loss, and he chuckles, bringing his wet fingers to his lips, licking them clean with an exaggerated slowness. "Not yet."
He pulls the car into a narrow back street between two brick buildings, the headlights illuminating a graffiti-covered wall. He kills the engine as the silence rushes in, thick and deafening.
He turns to you, and there's no amusement now —just raw, naked hunger. He reaches over, grabs the back of your neck, and pulls you into a kiss that steals the air from your lungs.
It's messy from the start. His lips are hot and demanding, tongue pushing past your teeth to taste you and claim you. There was nothing slow to this, instead, it was desperation and years of pent-up tension crashing together.
You moan into his mouth, your hands flying up to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer. The center console digs into your ribs, but you don't care. You can't get enough of him.
He breaks the kiss just long enough to fumble with his seatbelt, then leans over, crowding you back against the passenger window. The cold glass presses against your bare shoulders, a sharp contrast to the heat of his body covering yours.
His mouth finds your neck, sucking hard, biting down on the curve where it meets your shoulder, and you cry out, your nails raking down his back.
"Been waiting for this all night," He growls against your skin, his hand sliding down your stomach, beneath your skin and into your panties again. "Fought every urge to just fuck you in your living room but I decided against it.” He snickered, trailing slow and sloppy kisses along your neck — whispering into your ear.
“I should’ve though. Wanted to keep you all to myself.” He continued. “Every time you talked to Keeho or even Intak, I wanted to break their fucking jaws. You knew that though, didn't you?“
You shake your head, but you're lying, and he knows it. He pinches your clit, hard, and you gasp.
"Don't lie to me.”
His fingers plunge into you again, three this time, stretching you, and you sob against his mouth as he fucks you with a brutal, fast rhythm.
His thumb circles your clit, pressing down with just the right amount of pressure, and the pressure in your belly builds again, faster this time, hotter.
"Look at you," He mutters, pulling back just enough to watch your face.
“C-close.” You hold his gaze with yours.
"Go ahead." His voice is a command, low and fierce. "On my fingers, now."
Your back arches off the seat, your inner walls clenching around his fingers as a wave of pleasure crashes through you, leaving you trembling and gasping and crying out his name as he works you through it, slowing down only when you whimper from overstimulation.
He pulls his fingers out slowly, watching the strings of your arousal stretch and break between his knuckles. He brings them to your mouth, and you open without hesitation, sucking them clean and tasting yourself on his skin.
His eyes darken. "God, you're perfect."
He pulls away just long enough to recline his seat as far as it will go, then pats his lap. "Come here."
And you don't hesitate for even a second. You climb over the center console weakly, your skirt still riding up around your hips, before you straddle his thighs. The driver's seat is cramped, his knees bracketing your hips, but you make it work. His hands find your waist, guiding you forward until your chest presses against his, your lips inches apart.
Taeyang kisses you again, deep and slow, his tongue stroking yours in a melody that promises more. His hands slide down to grip your ass, squeezing, spreading your cheeks as he grinds you against the hard length of him through his jeans. You can feel him straining against the denim, thick and aching while you reach down between your bodies to free him.
He helps you for a moment, unbuttoning and unzipping himself as your hands moved quick with desperation before he hisses at your fingers wrappinf around his cock, hot and slick with precum.
You stroke him once, twice, spreading the moisture, and he groans into your mouth, his hips bucking into your fist.
"Need you..” You whisper against his lips.
"Take me, then."
You guide him to your entrance, rubbing the tip through your folds, coating him in your wetness. He's breathing hard, his forehead pressed to yours, his eyes half-closed, watching you with a mixture of adoration and raw need.
You sink down slowly.
The stretch is delicious, burning in a fullness that makes your eyes roll back. He fills you completely and perfectly — your bodies practically molded for each other and you pause halfway to adjust, feeling every inch of him inside you.
He groans, his hands gripping your hips so tight you'll bruise. “Feel just as good as I imagined," He breathes, his voice wrecked. "My perfect girl."
You slowly start moving again with a rolling grind that drags his cock against your walls in a way that makes both of you moan.
His lips find yours, and you kiss him through every motion, your tongues tangling and breath mingling — never breaking apart.
The pace builds gradually, your hips finding a pattern that's messy and everything you’ve ever needed.
The car rocks with your movements, the leather seat creaking beneath you. His hands slide up your back, gripping your shoulder blades, pulling you closer. Your knees ache against the seat, but you don't care. You need this. You just needed him.
"Harder—“ You beg against his lips, your voice cracking. "Please—."
He obliges, slamming you down onto him, your thighs burning as you ride him with abandon. His hands are on your ass again, guiding your pace, meeting your bounces with upward bucks of his hips.
The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the car, obscene and wet, accompanied by your choked moans and his guttural groans.
"Look at me.” He grunts, and you do, your eyes locking with his. "I want you to remember who makes you feel this good.“
"You," You gasp, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes from the intensity. "Fuck—Only you."
He kisses you harder, swallowing your cries as your second orgasm builds, coiling in your gut like a spring wound too tight. He can feel it—your walls fluttering around him, your stamina growing sloppy.
"Come with me," He pants, his lips brushing yours with every word. "Right now."
You nod — your eyes closed shut before you shatter together, a shared implosion of heat and noise and blinding pleasure.
You cry out into his mouth as your release crashes over you, waves of ecstasy wringing every last drop of sensation from your body.
He follows a heartbeat later, his hips stuttering as he spills inside you, his groan swallowed by your kiss.
You collapse against him, your forehead resting on his shoulder, your bodies still joined, slick with sweat and cum. His arms wrap around you, holding you close, his lips pressing soft, lingering kisses to your temple, your cheek, the corner of your mouth.
"Wanna go home?" He whispers, echoing his earlier words, but now his tone is softer, laced with something deeper than lust.
You laugh breathlessly, nuzzling into his neck. "Only if you promise a couple more rounds."
He snickers against your skin. “I don’t know if you can handle that.” He says softly.
And the car settles into silence, the city humming beyond the alley walls, the windows fogged, the night clearly far from over.
💌 mika’s message! okay so basically this was rushed ok.. ESPECIALLY THE END. i’m going out soon and wanted to finish this sorry. i hope u fw it tho hes just yeah. guys please be kind to me. ANYWAYS ALSO KENNY AND ENI HAAIIII my theo baddies this is for u. FOR YOUUUU.
⋆˚꩜｡ synopsis : just when it seems like jongseob might be finally removing the caution tape you have wrapped yourself in , a small encounter with someone from your past has you falling back into a corner of uncertainty and confusion.
warnings/ disclaimers: angst, comfort , mature language , mentions of self doubt , mentions of past toxic relationship, fluff at the end. also I'm proof reading this at 4:05am so if there are still any errors, pls forget.
❥ inspired by fall in love again & people watching UGH
i hope this is good okay ? this is my first time writing for jongseob and idk how I feel about this I've lwk been down lately😣 — anyway thank you ily- enjoy!!!
You and Jongseob have been in this will they-wont they situation for a while now. The thing that made it all so much harder was you both knew individually you wanted to take that step, but you were just so scared of opening yourself completely up to someone again.
It’s not like you didn’t trust him, because you did, more than anyone, but it’s like there's this voice in the back of your head constantly telling you to be careful, that he’ll somehow break your heart or ruin the trust that’s built. You wanted to ignore it so badly but sometimes it was just so loud.
What made you feel like the worst person alive was how understanding Jongseob was, and how he always reassured you that it was okay that you weren’t ready.
You had been friends with Jongseob for so many years, and he’s seen every version of you; he is one of your closest friends. He was there when that awful person stole the light right from your eyes, and he’s been determined to restore it however he could since then.
Somewhere overtime it seemed that the line between friends and something more started to blur between you two.
It started with stolen glances and cheeks turning red in dimly lit rooms, to fingers brushing when you’d both sit next to each other on the couch or underneath tables at gatherings.
Then hand holding when he’d walk you home late at night... your head on his arm, safe and comforting.
There were so many moments when you were sure that you were ready, but then those thoughts would creep in and you’d pull away.
You knew he was good for you, perfect even and it was eating at you that a part of yourself wouldn’t allow you to enjoy it completely.
You’d go with Jongseob and your other friends to parties, seeing them with their partners- affectionate and in love and feel a twinge of guilt when you realized you maybe couldn’t give that to him.
Jongseob wouldn’t say that it necessarily bothered him a lot. He knew how much you had been through in the past. He was there to pick you up when you fell apart, so he understood.
But it hurt to sometimes think that the girl he loved couldn’t trust her heart in his hands.
You and your friends were sat tucked into a small corner of a cafe enjoying your drinks and catching up on the events of the week from each other. It became a small tradition to meet there every Sunday and just catch up. You were sitting on a small love seat with Jongseob, your legs thrown across his lap, his arms wrapping around them out of habit.
This was completely natural for the two of you recently.
Intak had said something funny enough to have you laughing so hard, turning your face into Jongseob’s chest to muffle your laugh and him letting you do so.
He wraps his arm around you, and you feel that sudden wave of safety and comfort you always do with him.
It was moments like this where you felt so safe with him, that had you slowly letting him take the reins to your heart. You felt like maybe you could finally allow yourself to believe you deserve to have moments like this forever.
But of course, your life is so fucking unfair, and things can never just be okay.
As the laughter dies down and you guys' ease into another conversation, you catch from the corner of your eye how Keeho has his attention elsewhere, and he looks almost worried.
You tilt your head at him in confusion. He finally makes eye contact and the expression that shows is one of almost pity.
You mouth ‘what’ to him, but he just shook his head, his eyes wander back to where he was looking before, this time you follow his gaze.
There, standing at the cafe counter was your ex, and his gaze was solely focused on you and how close you were to Jongseob.
His jaw tightened, fist clenched and eyes dark. Suddenly feeling a wave of nausea wash over you, you detach yourself from seob, excuse yourself from the group and make your way to the washroom.
In deep conversation with Soul, Jongseob is completely oblivious to the situation at hand and lets you go without another thought to it.
That was until he also saw Keeho get up and make his way towards the washroom after you.
Keeho catches you before you can enter through the door, his hand catches yours, and he turns you around. Concern is etched all over his face, and he can clearly see how bothered you are.
His hands find your shoulders, and he speaks softly, “yn talk to me, okay? We can leave, you don't have to look at him another second, we would all understand you wanting to go, especially me, you that”
Keeho was your closest and longest friend out of the group and when shit blew up with your ex, he was there for you in a heartbeat; you trusted him with your life.
“I don't want to be an inconvenience to you all, I hate that he can still have so much of an effect on me after so long, I'm sick of it” you say, voice catching.
“I hate him, I hate that because of him I feel like I can’t allow myself to be with Jongseob, I like him so so much and feel like I'm going to lose him because my heart wont trust. He fucking ruined me, seob doesn't deserve this. He’s too good for me” you cry out, tears pooling in your eyes.
“No, don't say that. That boy is practically in love with you yn and I know you feel the same, he understands why it's so hard for you to open up, he was there to see why. Going through what you went through is something nobody should ever have to do” Keeho reassures you, rubbing his hands up and down your arms.
“I just feel like I'm taking so long and when I'm ready, he won't want me” you admit out loud, falling into Keeho and wrapping your arms around him. He welcomes you into his arms and hugs you tightly.
From across the cafe Jongseob sees this and is immediately worried; he excuses himself and makes his way towards you both. “I don't think that boy could ever not want you” Keeho chuckles. Leaving a small kiss on your head he pulls you back to look you in the eyes “ you deserved to be loved and I know seob can give you that, he would never hurt you, I know you know that and I know you're trying and its hard. Just know that he will wait for you, okay? Now go in there and wash up, I'll tell the others that we should go, hm?” You smile at him and nod, turning to enter the washroom.
Keeho turns back to walk towards the group and almost runs into Jongseob, hands placing themselves onto his shoulders to stop him from colliding.
“what's wrong with her what happened?” Jongseob worriedly asks, looking past Keeho to the door you were behind.
“Her ex is here” he nods his head towards a table in the cafe your ex has now made himself comfortable at.
Jongseob’s expression turns from worry to absolutely enraged at the sight of him. How could he sit there all smug when you were falling apart just because of his presence. It made him sick.
He snaps out of it quickly at the thought of how you must be feeling. “What should I do?” He asks Keeho. “Talk to her when she’s out and ready to talk, but for now let’s gather her stuff. We’re all leaving,” he says, making his way towards the group. Jongseob nods his head and hesitantly follows him back to their seating area, not without giving the door to the washroom one more glance.
As they go to gather everything to leave the cafe, you exit the washroom, and lo and behold your ex is leaning against the wall, cocky smile written across his face.
For a split second you were stunned, but the annoyance at his audacity was enough to have you scoff and push past him.
Unfortunately, you weren’t quick enough, his hand grabs your wrist, you try to wiggle your way out, but his grip is tight.
“Please, just let me go, I don't know what you want from me, I don’t owe you anything” you say still trying to tug your way out.
He pulls you in by your arm, almost colliding into him and whispers down in your face “I want you to quit acting like you don’t want me back. All cozied up with that guy over there, you’re a fool if you think anyone will ever love you the way I did”.
Your eyes well up with tears again for the second time this hour. This time not from sadness, but frustration. You were sick of letting him run all over you.
With all your strength you use your other hand to rip his hands grip from your wrist and push him back. His stumbling back catches the attention of a few people, including your friends.
Jongseob makes a move to make his way towards you, but when Keeho sees the look on your face he puts a hand on his shoulder, holding him back, “wait, let her handle this, I think she needs to do this”.
You point a finger into your ex's face; you’re completely overtaken with so many emotions you just break.
“I am SICK of feeling like I'm not enough or do not deserve to be loved all because you weren’t man enough to fucking give me what I needed and instead screwed me over. You never loved me. You get to live your damn life the way you’ve wanted feeling no regret while I try to make myself believe I'm worth something and having me second guess myself and I'm over it. I’m over you and the toll you have on me. I’m not your fucking puppet, after tonight I am free of you, and I wish I could be the bigger person and say have a great life, but I genuinely wish you the opposite, I hope you feel what you put me through and it hurts way worse. You made me feel like I was unlovable, fuck you, actually fuck you. Never contact me again and stay out of mine and my friends' lives” and with that you turned on your heel and exited the cafe, itching to be rid of his presence.
The sun has set by now, making the air chilly. You realized not only did you leave your things inside but also your friends. You lean against the wall and take a deep breath, trying to process the events that unfolded when you hear the cafe's front door chime go off.
Out step your friends, looks of worry evident on their faces. As they approach with soothing rubs on your arm or shoulders asking if you were okay you just smile and shake your head, “you guys don’t have to worry anymore, I'm so done with that man and feeling sad about what he did, I got my closure tonight, I promise it’s all good” you say matter of fact, “let's just go, okay?”. Your friends nod and the group starts the walk down the sidewalk.
Jongseob stays back from the group, letting them walk ahead of you both. He places your coat on your shoulders but keeps your bag on his shoulder despite your protests of being able to carry it. Both of you fall into step with each other, the silence comforting and not awkward.
You walk a couple blocks, shoulders occasionally brushing, the sounds of city traffic, and your friends laughs from up ahead fill your ears. You let out a sigh.
From your left, Jongseob looks at you, tilting his head he asks, “what’s going on in that beautiful brain of yours, hm?” you chuckle softly at that, warmth blooming within your chest before replying with a simple “you”.
That stops him dead in his tracks; you walk a couple steps before you realize and turn to him with a small laugh.
No words seem like the right ones to speak at the moment for him. Thoughts of the past year with you, those small moments that meant so much to him, the incident just now at the cafe, and the way you were now standing right in front of him looking up with the prettiest eyes he’s ever seen. It’s all swarming his mind.
“Okay now what’s going in your beautiful head?” you ask, reaching out for his hand. The contact breaks him out of the small trance he was in.
He grabs your hand with both of his and holds it tightly, close to his heart. He gathers up all the confidence he could and finally musters up the strength to speak.
“I'm pretty sure I love you, and that I have for a while,” he rambles out “I'm in love with you. I know that’s scary and I'm sure it's not the right time to say this given what just happened, but I needed you to know. We’ve been stuck in some kind of relationship limbo because I know you’re scared to let yourself fall, but I want you to know that I got you. Yn I truly would never do anything to hurt you, I want to be here for you, with you, to love and hold you when things get hard, not as your friend, not as something in between. As yours. I just need you to know that, and if you’re still not ready, I can wait, because I know you’re worth it all.”
You didn’t even know what to say, or do, all you knew was that he was looking into your eyes waiting for you to say something and you were frozen. All you could manage to say was a whispered sorry. Jongseob’s heart feels like it stops before you continue.
“I’m sorry that for long you’ve proven to me over and over again that you would never hurt me the way he did. He fucked me over so badly he made me believe I was unworthy of being loved. Because of that I've been so cautious with my heart because I don't want to feel that way again, but I've always known you’d never do that me, I just couldn't allow myself to believe it.” you say, breath shaking and eyes teary.
“I’m so tired of watching people fall in love around me and making myself believe that I couldn’t have that. I'm so especially sorry for keeping you waiting for so long because I think I've known for a while that I love you too. I’m not going to let that man dictate anymore of my future. Whatever caution tape I had on my heart it’s off, it’s gone, you took it. you've taken my heart... please take me to be yours still if you’re willing, I'm so sorry for it all” you sob the last bit out.
He engulfs you into a hug, peppering kisses to the top of your head, reassuring you “baby, you have nothing to be sorry about okay” he pulls away and holds your head in the palms of his hands, thumbs wiping stray tears, he softly says “I was on your time, and of course I want you as mine, nothing could ever change that” he says leaning in to plant a kiss on your forehead. “I love you, so much, and I'll spend every waking moment that you allow me to have with you proving that I do. We can go as slow as you need to, just tell me you’ll be mine, for real this time.” your eyes dart between his before you reach up to grab his face and smash your lips against his.
He lets out a small noise of surprise but melts into it without another seconds thought, but the kiss is broken by you pulling away, butterflies in your stomach and warmth coating your cheeks despite the chilly night air you say “ yes, of course I'll be yours” pecking him quickly on the lips you add on “be my boyfriend, yeah?” laughing at how silly it sounds.
Jongseob laughs with you, “you don't even have to ask, I've always been yours”. With that, he pulls you back in for a kiss.
In that moment, with his arms around you, the city alive and moving, and your friends 2 blocks ahead watching you both in silent celebration, as you finally share a kiss that was long overdue, you’ve never felt more loved, safe, and comfortable in your life.
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