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summary. yoon jeonghan is like art in a museum. look don't touch kinda deal. so, what happens when your idiot best friend dares you to kiss him during a drunken game of truth and dare? let's find out...
pairing. jock! y.jh x reader
wc. 1k
warnings. mentions of murder (lighthearted), profanity, bestie! mingyu
genre. fluffy fluff, jeonghan is very aditya kashyap coded in this.
a/n. requested by a lovely anon! this feels so cliche but I love cliches so here you go! hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.
you were going to murder kim mingyu one of these days.
your head hadn't even hit the pillow after your designated midnight 'talk' with him that he had gone and woken up the rest of the dorm to play a game of truth or dare.
you had agreed, strictly telling him that you would be staying for only one round of the game. a girl needs her beauty sleep after all.
what started as one single round with barely 5 people from dorm was now going strong on round 5 with all 17 people in the dorm sitting on the floor in varying stages of drunkenness, save for a few who were still sober, including you and yoon jeonghan.
yoon jeonghan, the captain of the soccer team and also the guy you've been crushing on since high school. by pure coincidence, the two of you ended up in the same university and in the same major AND in the same friend group! it truly felt like the universe was on your side with this one.
your fantasies were interrupted by the shrill sound of someone mingyu squealing. you looked to find the cause of his sudden excitement only to find the bottle had landed on you. you looked back up at him only to find him staring at you, a sinister glint in his eyes. with an overly saccharine tone, he asks you,
"y/nie, truth or dare? you have to pick dare by the way, you picked truth twice in a row already so."
"then why'd you ask the question, dipshit?"
you heard a low chuckle come from your side. you look to find the source of the sound, only to see jeonghan looking at you. your staring contest is abruptly ended by the sound of mingyu aggressively clearing his throat..
"so, y/nie, your dare is..." he looks around the room, trying to find a dare for you to do. his wandering eyes finally land on him.
"your dare is... kiss the person sitting on your right! and a proper kiss, not just a peck." he says while the circle starts cheering at his dare.
to others, the cheering might seem unnecessary but there's some context behind this. context being, the guy sitting on you right is yoon jeonghan. despite his whole jock persona, jeonghan is a strict one-woman man. and kissing people for dares is not a thing he does. not even if he's single.
so, knowing him, you don't even bother to ask him before reaching for your drink. the group starts boo-ing at you as you lift the cup.
all at once, someone is snatching the cup from your hands while simultaneously pulling you back into their lap. you look behind you, only to find yoon jeonghan staring at you with a smirk gracing his lips.
you scramble to get off his lap, but he effortlessly manhandles you into facing him and for a moment, it's just you and him. he moves a lock of hair behind your ear and asks you quietly,
"do you hate me that much?"
you feel like a fucking teenager all over again, sputtering and stuttering out an answer,
"n-no, it's just that... you don't do st-stuff like this."
"stuff like what?"
"kissing people for dares kinda stuff."
he looks confused at your statement. and his hands, still on your waist, aren't exactly helping you give him an answer. you muster up every last ounce of confidence in your body and tell him,
"jeonghan, the entire university knows about your 'one-woman man' agenda. you've never kissed a girl for a dare, ever."
he blanks for a second before laughing. not a giggle or a chuckle, but a full out laugh. everyone else in the room is extremely confused at his sudden burst of laughter, the two of you had been conversing in hushed voices and whispers, and now he was laughing?
you look at him incredulously, a little offended at his sudden burst of laughter. he looks at you through teary eyes and immediately stops laughing. amidst the chaos, he asks you a question,
"y/n, did you, maybe, ever consider the possibility of you being my one-woman?"
you visibly malfunction at his question. you get off his lap and go outside the dorm to the patio to clear your head. you don't see jeonghan get up and run after you.
the two of you stand in silence until you decide to break the ice,
"since when?"
he looks at you before sighing heavily, "since freshman year, i think?"
"of university? so 4 years!"
he shakes his head.
"of high school. so... 8 years, actually," he says with a small smile.
you stare at him, wide eyed and completely thrown off your axis. he's liked you longer than you've liked him? actually, you only knew of his existence in sophomore year, so he's liked you since before you knew he existed?!
lost in your thoughts you don't see him come closer to you.
"y/n."
you look up at his call of your name only to find him standing right in front of him. like close enough that your lips could touch if you stood upright. he looks down at you with a soft gaze and informs you,
"we still didn't finish the dare."
you look up at him and then look to the door, when your classmates were peeking as though you wouldn't have seen then from a mile away
in an attempt to be petty and still do the dare, despite your current predicament, you grab jeonghan by the collar of his shirt and pull him down to meet him halfway.
jeonghan, despite his initial shock at your sudden move, immediately kisses you back, his hands finding solace on your waist.
the entire dorm erupts in hoots and cheers, successfully resulting in the faculty dorm waking up.
jeonghan just laughs and tugs you back into the dorm, straight onto his bed. the two of you end up in each other's arms, laughing and happy. as the two of you drift off to dreamland, you only have one thing on your mind.
maybe you owe mingyu a blind date with one of your friends for his efforts.
nine. over text??
warnings. profanity, rushed ending
bonus.
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PAIRING: kim mingyu x fem! reader
GENRE: fluff, best friend's brother, humour
SUMMARY: when your boyfriend cheats on you and you cry about it to your best friend, the last thing you expect is get with her brother, who also happens to be your bias.
or, the one in which mingyu's twitter captions hit a little too close to home for your liking.
A/N: aaaand that's the end of this hot mess of a SocMed! AU. and also the reason I opened a side blog solely dedicated to smaus to practice and get better hehe. also, any and all epilogues related to 'i would never' will now be posted on this account. (@foxycarnation go follow <3)
summary. a new love blossoms between two people who could not be more different from each other. and no seungkwan, it is not because of your self-proclaimed 'stellar cupid skills', shut up!
pairing. cinephile! c.hs x bookworm! reader
wc. 1.1k
warnings. profanity, agggtm and its two sequels are movies in this.
genre. crack, fluff, non-idol! au, intentional lowercase.
a/n. this was requested by one of my very lovely moots and was a blast to write. @nonononranghaee hope you like it ๐ค
you were browsing through the shelves of your local library looking for the sequel of the novel you had finished that afternoon.
you were growing increasingly desperate as you browsed shelf after shelf of the literature section but to no avail.
tired and miserable, you dragged yourself over to the librarian and asked her about the book,
"hello, do you have a copy of 'good girl, bad blood' by holly jackson?"
the librarian glances at you before going to her computer and looking through the library's online database. she turns to you with an apologetic smile before informing you the tragic news,
"i'm so sorry darling but someone checked it out just this morning."
your face visibly falls at her statement. the librarian, feeling a bit sorry for you, asks,
"i can put it on hold for you when it gets back if you'd like?"
you give her a somber smile before nodding your head.
you turn to leave but recall an incident that had taken place a few weeks ago at your place.
"seungkwan i swear to every god in the universe, if you don't give my book back i will suffocate you in your sleep, you sneaky little bitch!" you yell, chasing your best friend around your apartment as he maneuvers around your furniture, waving your book in the air.
he finally stops, standing on your futon while holding the book above his head and out of your reach.
"y/n listen. the deal is simple. agree to go on a blind date and i'll give you the book back. easy, right?"
you look at him incredulously before climbing on the futon and kicking him in the shin. not too hard, just enough so his knees would buckle. he immediately drops your book in favour of inspecting his now injured shin.
"this is what happens when you play with fire kwan. now i have a book to finish so get out!"
he mumbles something about 'stealing the sequel' before slamming your door shut on his way out.
you turn on your heel and go back to the librarian's desk. mustering up your courage, you ask her,
"may i know who checked it out? in case it's someone i know?"
she looks at you, a little confused, before turning to her computer. a few seconds later, she reads off of the screen,
"it seems a person by the name of 'boo seungkwan' has borrowed this book."
you chuckle under your breath, thank her, and storm out of the library furiously typing on your phone.
y/nie
boo seungkwan!! when i fucking get you, its soo over for u.
kwangerine
y/n! what's got you like this at....2:13pm?
y/nie
idk kwan :| maybe it's the fact that you checked out the sequel to my book from the library:/
kwangerine
ah so you found out :D welp, if you want it, come to heaven's cloud at 5:30 hehehe
y/nie
gremlin ass
kwangerine
:P
you sigh for what seems to be the millionth time today.
as you start walking towards your apartment, you make a mental note of everything you have to do today.
first, you have to pick up the laundry on the way to your apartment.
then, you have to go to heaven's cloud to murder seungkwan get your book back.
once back in your apartment, you decide to change before heading out to heaven's cloud. it wouldn't a very nice impression of you to go to your best friend's cafe clad in a concert tee and sweatpants.
you change into a dress and put on some light makeup before heading out.
the smell of coffee and vanilla envelops you as soon as you step into heaven's cloud cafe. you look around for seungkwan, but don't spot him.
but you DO spot his roommate, sitting in seungkwan's favourite spot holding your book, looking a bit...nervous?
you walk up to him and stand in front of him. when he doesn't notice you, you call him,
"vernon? did seungkwan send you?"
"y/n? you look...nice."
"thanks? you still haven't answered my question?"
he laughs a bit before gesturing for you to sit down. you sit in front of him as he starts to talk,
"so what happened is, i was watching the 'a good girl's guide to murder' movie right? seungkwan came in mumbling something about you being to engrossed in books to even have a social life."
you just roll your eyes at the perfect description of your best friend before telling him to continue.
"and then he looks at me and starts going off about how we're exactly like each other but also exact opposites."
"as in? what does that mean?"
"as in i wouldn't read a book to save my life and according to him, you would only watch a movie over your dead body. and-"
you interrupt him, knowing exactly where he was going with this.
"-and also. i'm a huge bookworm and you're a...movie connoisseur?"
he chuckles before answering you,
"well, the term is cinephile but yeah. a movie connoisseur of sorts."
"yeah whatever. and seungkwan thought it would be good idea to pull whatever he pulled and make this a date. am i right?"
he freezes up a bit before nodding slowly. you, on the other hand, did not know what to feel. had seungkwan done this because of how many times you had gushed to him whenever there was a opposites attract trope in your cheesy little romance novels, or had he finally figured out your yearlong crush on his extremely attractive roommate?
it is only after you finally look at vernon do you realise he had asked you a question. you smile sheepishly while asking him to repeat the question because you hadn't been paying attention.
he merely chuckles before repeating his question,
"were you not aware this was a date? because seungkwan told me you knew."
"nope. didn't have a clue."
"ah. you can leave if you want, i don't really mind."
you feel a pang of disappointment in your chest at his statement. you take a deep breath and work up the courage to ask him the one question you've been meaning to ask him for the past year.
"vernon. do you, perhaps, like me? like, romantically?'
vernon all but spits out his drink at your sudden question (or was it a confession?)
he regains his composure before answering you,
"yeah! i mean, yes uhm, i have liked you, for like, uhh a year at this point i think."
you audibly laugh at his stuttering and ask him the million dollar question.
"do you want this date to go on?"
sure, but only if we can go back to my place so i can tell you why the movie is better than the book."
"that is, quite literally, impossible but sure, also only if i can tell you, factually, that the book is always, and i mean always, better than the movies."
the two of you laugh at your statement and continue with the date. a few tables behind you guys, there was a very pleased human cupid sipping on his iced americano, eavesdropping on your guys' conversation every so often.
pairing: W.JH x AFBF!Reader
genre: fluff, crack, humour, SMAU
warning(s): swearing
recommended song:ย _WORLD by Seventeen.
Chapter 5
Le Date
Summary: Junhui and Y/n are finally on talking terms! And we cheered!!! Anyway, they talk and they decide to get to know each other but their posts about a meet-up looks suspiciously like it's a date. Is it a date or not? Find out in the next chapter, Le Performance.
A/N: Sorry that it took a long time to post a new chapter. I had zero idea how to continue and did not wanna rush it. Thankfully, ideas popped into my head and here's another chapter of Bounce. SMAUs are tiring man. I might never do another one unless anyone requests it. But I think 1 more chapter and that's it. Oh, of course there'll be an epilogue (I hope).
warnings. profanity, mentions of murder (but it's lighthearted)
wc. 1.6K
It wasnโt even surprising at this point. The sky is blue, the sun rises from the east, and Y/N is late for her 8AM. I mean, it was your fault that despite waking up late, you still stood in line at the campus cafe to get your americano. You justified it by telling yourself you would not understand the material if you didnโt have your caffeine, but the caffeine isnโt of any use if you aren't in class, now is it? Lost in your thoughts, you donโt even notice the 6โ2โ beanpole walking towards you.
Mingyu was late to class. Mingyu. Kim Mingyu was late to class. He was never late to class, let alone a stupid 8AM. But then again, who can he blame but himself? He was the one who still wanted his coffee despite having woken up late. Heโs cursing himself out and walking so fast that he doesnโt even notice when the collision happens
You scream as you feel the icy drink hit you, successfully pulling the guy in front of you out of his thoughts. His eyes widen as he pulls out a handkerchief from his pocket, handing it to you with an apologetic smile.
โIโm so sorry, itโs just that I was late for class and didnโt notice you coming.โ He explains sheepishly. You roll your eyes, a sarcastic smirk playing on your lips.
โEven Iโm late for class, you donโt see me bulldozing my way through campus, do you?โ You retort, clearly angry.
Heโs about to say something when he hears you mutter something under your breath
โPagal log, pata nahi kahan se aa jate hainโ (Crazy people, donโt know where they come from)ย
He merely smirks before answering you, โMumbai. Crazy people like me come from Mumbai.โ
You look at him incredulously before walking away from him and the entire conversation. In a moment of fury, you turn around and yell back at him, โEven Iโm from Mumbai, so FUCK YOU!โ
Finally at peace with the encounter, you run off to class, your untouched coffee in Mingyuโs hands.
Mingyu watches you run off to class and canโt help but laugh at the sheer absurdity of the situation. He throws his now empty coffee cup in the trash before drinking yours. As he walks into his building, he realises something.
You are the only other Indian student on campus, and you hate him. Great. Just great.
Also, he never got your name.
The next time you meet the โbeanpoleโ, as your friends had dubbed him after listening to your encounter with the man, itโs the same way as before. Except this time, you are the one at fault.
Youโre walking to the library while on the phone with your mother, who was per usual, rambling about you getting married so you can take over your fatherโs โempireโ (her words, not yours). You let out an exasperated sigh and are about to tell her that thereโs still 5 whole months left for you to graduate when you, quite literally, walk into him. Him as in the โbeanpoleโ from the incident 3 weeks ago.ย
In hindsight, it was your fault the collision happened in the first place. But you, in your frustration, yell at him to fucking move and not stand in the way of people who have places to be, unlike himself.
Mingyu had been having a painfully average day until he had gone to the campus cafe to get his daily dose of caffeine. The coffee hadnโt even touched his lips before someone, literally, walked into him, resulting in him spilling his coffee all over his brand new tee. He looked at the person only to realise it was you, the Indian kid from last time. He was about to comment on how you two should really stop pouring coffee on each other when heโs interrupted by youโฆyelling?
Heโs a nice person, really. But when you start yelling at him unprompted for something that was clearly your fault, Mingyu all but loses it.ย
โOkay! This ends here! I donโt know who you think you are, but this time, it is YOUR fault. I will admit, last time I was being an idiot but you do not get to yell at me for something YOU did. And anyway, you seem completely fine, IโM the one drenched in coffee, arenโt I?!โ
Now, itโs your turn to be dumbstruck by him. You just blink at him a few times before collecting yourself.ย
โIโm sorry for that. I shouldnโt have that.โ and with that, you leave the cafe.
Itโs after you're well out ofย his line of sight that he realises.
He still didnโt get your name. But come to think of it, he doesnโt even want to know your name at this point. So what if youโre the only Indian kid? He can survive with his current friends just fine.ย
The next time the two of you are in each otherโs vicinity, itโs a restaurant an hour away from campus. You had booked a booth with your friends for a celebratory dinner on the occasion of finals week ending and Mingyu was there for Eunwooโs birthday.
โI mean, the awning is meant for people to stand under and drink their coffee, youโre the one that had โplaces to beโ so if anything, you should be apologising to himโ your best friend, Jennifer tells you. Karina nods affirmatively, engrossed in whatever sheโs doing on her phone. You sigh (albeit, dramatically) before answering her,ย
โI thought you guys were my friends, I guess not.โ
โWe are your friends, which is why weโre telling you to apologise for something that was clearly your fault.โ
Karina doesnโt respond to that, which prompts the two of you to look at her, only to find her texting someone with a lovesick stupid grin plastered on her face. Both you and Jennifer sigh in unison when you remember the date.
30th March.
Her boyfriendโs birthday.
You knock on the table to get her attention.ย
โKarina! I am going through a crisis here. This is not the time to be texting your birthday boy.โ
โAnd here I am listening to you when I should be with my birthday boy! What more do you want from me, y/n? My soul?!โ
Jennifer merely chuckles at your exchange, having gotten used to your catfights. Just another booth over, a very similar conversation was taking place.
Mingyu huffs as he drops his backpack onto one of the seats in the booth. Both Jeongguk and Eunwooโs classes ended before his, so he was the last one there.ย
โYou made it! And, you arenโt drenched in coffee!โ exclaims Jeongguk. Eunwoo lets out a laugh at the unexpected comment. Mingyu grumbles out something about having โfucking idiots for friendsโ when Eunwooโs phones goes off. His face visibly falls when he reads the text. Mingyu and Jeongguk exchange a glance before asking him,
โWhat happened?โ
He sighs sadly before looking at them.
โKarina said sheโs going to be late because her friendโs going through something.โ
Mingyu immediately lights up with an idea to cheer up his friend. After all, no one should be sad on their birthday.
โHow about this? Iโll tell yโall about my week until your girl gets here, cool?โ
โYeah, that seems like a good idea. So, whatโd the coffee girl do this week?โ
โDonโt even get me started, Woo.โ
An hour later, youโre finally done lamenting to your friends about everything thatโs happened since the last time you saw them. Karina asks you at least thrice if youโre done so she can finally go to her boyfriend. You and Jennifer look at each other and collectively pass a comment about how much she LOVES her boyfriend and she calls you a โpathetic bachelorโ in return.
As she get out of the booth, you and Jennifer follow her out, having finished your cakes and taking your coffee to go. Karina stops abruptly, resulting in you bumping into her back. Youโre about to make a snarky remark about how sheโs late to her boyfriendโs birthday lunch when you see him.
Mingyu was finally done updating his friends about his week when Eunwooโs phone lit up with another text, presumably his girlfriend. He smiles as he reads out the text to the two sitting in front of him.ย
โJust got done with girls. On my way.โย
Jeongguk says something about her having perfect timing, but Mingyu ignores in favour of gawking at the devil outside his booth. You.
The two of you obviously have issues to work through because the next thing you know, youโre swinging your coffee at him. And at the same time, he grabs his milkshake to throw at you. Time seems to slow down as the two of you realise what you just did. The realisation doesnโt even set in completely before youโre being pulled away by your friends and Mingyu by his.
Yunjin drags you to the restroom to clean you up to some extent. Karina comes in and promptly yells at you. โDo you even know who he is?!โ
Meanwhile, in the menโs room, Jeonggukโs giving Mingyu his spare shirt for him to change into as Eunwoo screams at him, โDo you even know who she is?!โ
Both Karina and Eunwoo, unbeknownst to them, yell out in unison,
โThat person might as well be royalty with how much influence they have. And you just threw your drink on them like itโs NOTHING?!โ
Confused, you ask her for his name,ย
โHis name is Mingyu.โ
Puzzled, he asks him for your name,
โHer name is Y/N.โ
While he reeks of coffee, he at least got your name. Y/N. โIt suits youโ, he thinks in the far corner of his mind.
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a/n.DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNN. And here we have it folks, the first ever chapter of ABLS! WOOHOO, WE CHEERED. also, ABLS! will be going on an indefinite hiatus so....yeah. heheh.
You haven't seen him in a year. Not since he's been on tour. Life of a Rockstar, right? Not that you cared about any of that. You were anything to him and he wasn't anything to you. At least that's what you thought. There would be no changing of your mind about this. There hasn't been a change of your mind since this started 2 years ago. This being your situation with him. Your fuck buddy situation.
There would be no changing of your mind about this even 2 years later. You were simply what you would call his fuck buddy. Well, at least that's what you call it because now you have the nickname of the rocker's girl ever since a photo of you kissing him had surfaced on the internet last year.
No one knew your name. They did know your face. And that's about it with news of that. Of course you didn't say anything because why out yourself like that. And neither has he even though those are all the questions he gets nowadays. Even with the interviews he does it is bound to be a question asked about the situation.
But he never denies it or claims that it's true. He always says he has nothing to say and that's when fans lose it. Because they can't stand to not know the situation. They can't stand to not know the reason behind the photo or how the photo was taken. Or who the person actually is in the photo kissing him. And it's funny because he has never told them about it. He's never told them what to think or how to feel. He's never told them anything other than he had nothing to say.
That's all that they had to work with and yet they were going crazy. They should know better than to ask him because after all he did like that his private life was private. Sure he was a rockstar with money and fame but his private life is still his private life. So he didn't have to tell anybody anything. Especially not about the woman he was seeing if you could even call it that. Which you wouldn't. He wasn't seeing you.
You were fucking. That's it. But it didn't really feel like it anymore. It wasn't just about sex and it hadn't been for a while now. That's what you kept telling yourself though. It wasn't and you were still his fuck buddy. He wasn't seeing you and he certainly wasn't dating you. Not even close. So he can't tell you anything because there is nothing to tell.
Right now everything was complicated. You wished you could go back to 2 years ago when you first started this. 2 years ago you were still a senior in college. You weren't supposed to be where you are now. But 2 years ago you were stupid enough to agree to sleep with a certain Rockstar and have him be your fuck buddy.
It was the biggest mistake of your life and now it has turned into something that you had not expected it to turn to. Back then you were working as a bartender and had a small apartment that you could barely afford. It was the cheapest thing you could find in the city and you had been doing good. Until that night 2 years ago. The night him and his band came into the bar you worked at.
It had been a normal night for you. You had gone to class and had gone straight to work. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary that night. Nothing until you served the guys in the band their drinks. He was the one that had come up to the bar and ordered. He was the one that had flirted with you.
You had never seen him in person before and yet you knew exactly who he was. You had to. Who doesn't know him? And when he introduced himself, you simply nodded. You weren't the type of girl to fawn over someone because they were a Rockstar. Sure he was attractive and had a charming personality. But you had learned not to let those things get to your head.
He leaned against the bar, a smirk on his face. You were sure that his charm and smile had worked on plenty of other girls before but not on you. You simply continued working, not sparing him a glance. You could hear the band members talking and laughing at a table. "So Seonghwa, what can I get you?" You asked, looking up at the Rockstar. His smirk had turned into a smile, a genuine one. He had seemed intrigued by you. And so he continued to talk to you. And that's how the night went until somehow you ended up back at his place.
His lips on yours as you two entered his hotel room. Your arms wrapped around his neck. His hands on your hips. You both stumbled further into the room and onto the bed. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he pulled away from the kiss. His lips moved to your neck and his hand traveled under your shirt.
You should have known not to be a horny, stupid college student and end up having sex with him. You should have said no. But here you were in his hotel room. The sound of his moans filled the room as you rode him, your head thrown back in pleasure. Your body trembled and you felt his hands gripping your hips, pulling you down as he thrusted upwards.
You were drunk on his moans. Drunk on his kisses. Drunk on his words. The feeling of his fingers digging into your skin as he kissed you. Your fingers were tangled in his hair as he held onto you. You weren't sure what would happen in the morning but you weren't thinking about that. Right now all you could think about was the man that was inside of you.
The feeling of him hitting all the right spots. The feeling of his tongue sliding into your mouth and how you let out a small whimper at the action. Your hips rocked against his, the pleasure washing over your body. You felt yourself getting close, your walls clenching around him as your breathing picked up.
His thrusts got faster, harder and you knew he was close too. His hand went to the back of your neck, bringing your face down to his. His lips crashed against yours and you moaned into the kiss. Your orgasm washed over you and your body shook as you felt his lips curve into a smile. His grip tightened around your waist as his hips continued their movement, bringing him over the edge as well.
His breath hitched as he let out a low moan and buried his face into your neck. Your heart raced as your body went limp. His hand was on your lower back, his head resting against the pillow. Your hands were in his hair and you slowly ran your fingers through it. You stayed like that for a few moments before he spoke.
"You're pretty. Did you know that?" His voice was soft and he pulled away from your neck, his eyes locking onto yours. A small smile played on his lips and he reached his hand up, cupping your cheek. "Yeah. You're not bad yourself, Seonghwa." You replied, giving him a smile.
His eyes twinkled in the moonlight and he chuckled, pulling you into another kiss. You closed your eyes, allowing yourself to get lost in the kiss. Your hand found its way into his hair and you ran your fingers through it. Pulling away, he rested his forehead against yours. "I think I'm going to keep you around, (Y/N)."
"Well, good luck with that. I don't usually do this." You joked, pulling away from him. You didn't know him. You didn't know his bandmates. And you sure as hell didn't know that you'd be fucking him for the next 2 years.
That night you didn't regret it. Not one bit. Even though he was leaving the next morning, you didn't care. You had a great time. You had enjoyed it. And you had been sure it was a one time thing. You thought that would be the last time you saw him and would remember him as just the rockstar that fucked you in his hotel room.
Well that wasn't till the next morning when he had asked you to stay in touch. You had laughed it off, saying no thanks. You weren't the type to have a one night stand and then text the guy the next day.
But there was something about him. You didn't know what it was but there was something. Something about the handsome rockstar you just fucked that was screwing with your mind and ultimately you decided to stay in contact with him. If only you knew that this decision would be the start of you two becoming fuck buddies and having this screwed up relationship that you have today.
2 years had passed and nothing had changed. He had become a huge star, gaining more and more fame. Yet he still continued to ask you to see him whenever he was in the city. You weren't going to lie. It wasn't a bad situation to be in. You had fun with him. And yes it did bother you a bit how the media thought of him and you as a couple. And yes you wanted to know if the rumors were true which is kind of crazy considering you should know if the rumors are true considering you are in the rumors.
But no, you weren't a couple. You didn't know if you were anything. But you were his fuck buddy. He was simply someone you would go out and have a good time with. That's what you would always tell yourself. That's how you had to justify the relationship you had with him. Because you weren't dating. You weren't a couple. You just happened to meet and be his fuck buddy. It was all too complicated for your brain to comprehend even now as you open your mail only to receive something from him.
Something you hadn't seen in a while. It wasn't the same thing. It was a ticket to his upcoming show in the city. The city where you lived. The city he was staying in. The city he was in. You stared down at the ticket. It was a VIP ticket. It gave you access backstage. Backstage. Why was he sending you a ticket? The last time you saw him was about 3 months ago and it wasn't good. It was actually the last time the two of you had spoken to each other. It was right before he had left the city. He was drunk. You were drunk. The night had been rough and all you both had been doing was arguing.
"Just stay!" You shouted, the sound of the pouring rain outside loud. "I have to go!" He shouted back, the two of you standing across from each other. You scoffed, "Oh, is that right? Well, you can fucking leave then."
The look in his eyes was something you had never seen before. There was something there. Something you couldn't figure out. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something but nothing came out. He simply shook his head, grabbing his jacket off of the couch. "Don't worry, I'll call my fucking driver. I don't need you," he mumbled, the anger clear in his voice. "Yeah, and neither do I. You can leave. Just fucking leave."
That was the last thing you had said to him before he left. You didn't know if the two of you would ever talk again. And here he was, sending you a ticket to his concert. To his concert back in the city. A concert that was taking place a few weeks from now.
It has been a rough 3 months for you. The two of you had always been able to make up and move on from an argument but this one had been different. He hadn't called or texted. He hadn't done anything. And it made you wonder why he had sent you the ticket. Was it to apologize? Was it because he was feeling guilty? Was it because he was being nice? Maybe he had just forgotten about the last time the two of you had talked.
It didn't matter. Whatever the reason was didn't matter. You had received a ticket and there was no way in hell you weren't going. Maybe it was because you wanted to go. Maybe it was because you wanted to be petty and just see him get on his hands and even apologize to you. You don't know the reason why you want to go. Maybe deep down inside you missed him or what you guys have? Whatever the case, the rocker was back in the city and this time the two of you would be face to face again.
And so the weeks went by and soon it was the night of the concert. It had been a while since the two of you had seen each other. You hadn't even thought of him during these past few weeks. It was hard not to think about him. You had always heard that your brain doesn't forget a person you're sexually attracted to. And he was one of those people. You didn't know what the two of you were. But there was no denying the fact that the two of you had amazing sex.
So as the concert approached, it was inevitable that your mind wandered back to him and the memories of the two of you together. You weren't even sure if he would even see you tonight. He had a show to perform and maybe he had already forgotten that he had sent the ticket. Or maybe he didn't send the ticket. It wasn't impossible that he didn't send the ticket. What was he supposed to say when he saw you? Would he act like nothing happened? Would he pretend that the two of you were strangers? Would he be mad? Would he be happy to see you?
Your thoughts were running wild and there was no stopping them. It was a concert and yet you were so nervous. Your thoughts had gotten the best of you. When the concert began, the fans were all screaming and singing along. You were near the front. Being a VIP ticket had its perks. You were closer to the stage and the band. You couldn't help but laugh. Seeing the fans lose it. Seeing the band on stage performing. It was an incredible feeling. Being in the moment. Feeling the rush and excitement of the concert.
And then there was him. His name was Seonghwa. Park Seonghwa. Hearing him sing on stage was one thing but to be this close. To see him. It was a whole different feeling. One that you didn't know what to do with. You were watching the band perform. Your eyes on the Rockstar. On Seonghwa. As he performed, he didn't once glance over at you.
And it was fine. He was busy. He was performing. It didn't matter. You had gotten your VIP ticket and that was that. It didn't matter if he saw you or not. He didn't have to. The concert was going well. You couldn't complain. He was doing his thing. He was giving the fans what they wanted. And then the concert was over. The fans were all screaming. It was an amazing concert.
And then it happened. The words that he spoke. The words that made your heart stop. He was still standing on stage. He was still wearing his leather pants and a tank top. Sweat dripped down his forehead. "Is everyone having a good time?" He asked. His voice was hoarse from all the singing and screaming. He was tired but he wasn't done yet. He had one more thing to do. You could hear the screaming from the crowd. Everyone was cheering. They were all having a good time. Of course they were.
The music started and everyone lost it. He was singing one of his biggest hits. He was singing. And then he looked down at you. You could see him looking down at you. For the first time since the concert started, he looked down at you. Your heart was pounding and it felt like everything was happening in slow motion. His gaze met yours.
And you froze. This was it. The song had finished and now he was standing on the stage, staring at you. Everyone was losing it. They were cheering and screaming. They were chanting his name. They were all looking up at him, waiting for his next words. Waiting to hear what he had to say.
But he didn't look away. He kept his gaze on you. It felt like an eternity. The two of you staring at each other. Him staring down at you. He had seen you. He had looked down at you and you had seen him. The look in his eyes. The way he was staring at you. The way he was looking at you.
"Thank you everyone for coming out tonight. I hope everyone had a good time." The fans were screaming and losing it. He was about to leave the stage and they were going crazy. He hadn't said a single word about the woman in the crowd. He hadn't said anything about the kiss that had been leaked last year. He hadn't said a single thing. "Have a good night."
He had looked at you. He had seen you. The way he was staring at you. The way his eyes were on you. The way he had said the words. The way his lips had moved. The way he had looked at you. You knew he had been thinking about the last time the two of you had spoken. He had been thinking about the fight. He had been thinking about what he had said. What the two of you had said. He had been thinking about all of that. And it didn't seem like he was mad. He didn't seem like he hated you.
He looked away to give the crowd one more smile before exiting the stage. His band mates had already gone backstage. They were done. The concert was over. It was time for them to go home. But it was just the beginning. After the show, you were escorted backstage. There were security guards everywhere. You were told that they were there to make sure that no one got backstage. No one was allowed backstage. When you finally entered the room, you were greeted by a very familiar face. You knew this face. You knew him. You knew his body. You had spent the past 2 years having sex with him. Park Seonghwa.
His hair was longer, not that long but long enough that it had been a mess. It had been a wild concert and he had a wild performance. He was in the middle of changing his shirt, his back facing you. When the door closed behind you, he turned his head to see who had entered the room. His gaze fell upon you and you froze.
"I didn't think you would come." His voice was low. He had broken the silence between the two of you. It had been the first time that the two of you had seen each other in months. You hadn't spoken to him in months. And now you were face to face. "To be honest, I didn't think I would either."
The look in his eyes. The look in his expression. You could tell that he had missed you. You could tell that he hadn't expected you to show up. But you had shown up. He hadn't known how to feel when he saw you in the crowd. You could tell that he hadn't expected to see you even if he had sent the ticket. And now the two of you were standing face to face. You took a deep breath, the room was quiet. It was only the two of you. "I got the ticket."
The silence. He simply stared at you. His expression hadn't changed. "Yeah," he finally said. "I was hoping you would." You were standing across from him. "Why did you send it?" You asked. "Because I wanted to see you." He spoke as if it were obvious. "I missed you." You felt like you didn't deserve it. You didn't deserve for him to miss you or to even want to see you. You do not know what to say or what to do.
Both your mind and body felt heavy. But your heart felt the heaviest. He wanted to see youโฆ.no he had missed you even after you yelled at him and told him to leave all those months ago. Even after what happened, he had missed you. Even after not talking to him, he had missed you. He had sent the ticket because he had missed you. You felt something. Something that you had never felt before.
โI hate you so much, right now.โ You whispered. You hated the feeling of him saying he missed you. You hated everything about it because it makes you feel horrible. It makes you feel horrible that you missed him too.
It was the first time that the two of you had seen each other since that night. Since the night the two of you had gotten into a huge argument. An argument that had led to the two of you not speaking to each other for the past few months. Since that night, the two of you hadn't spoken.
Not until tonight. Not until the two of you were standing face to face. Not until the two of you were staring at each other. Not until the two of you were breathing heavily and trying not to cry. Not until the two of you were trying to figure out what to say. What to say to each other.
His expression softened and he took a step towards you. โWhy couldn't you just let it be? Let this so-called relationship go away. Let us forget about it and each other?โ He was inches away from you. Your breath hitched and you held your ground.
You were angry and hurt. Your eyes burned and tears threatened to fall. "I didn't send the ticket so we could get into another fight. I sent the ticket so we could talk and try to fix things. So we could be friends." He whispered.
His gaze was soft and you could see the pain and hurt in his eyes. He wasn't trying to be mean. Just friends? Isn't that more horrible than what we already are? You could feel the tears threatening to fall. The two of you had had many fights. And this fight had been the worst. It had been the one that had ended everything.
"Friends? We're not friends, Seonghwa. Don't pretend like we are. Before this we were nothing to each other so stop pretending like we were." The words were out of your mouth before you could stop them. He looked taken aback by your words. His expression was a mix of anger and sadness.
He didn't want to fight. "You're right, we were nothing." He said, his voice low. He was trying not to yell. "I didn't send the ticket because I'm a friend. But because I fucking love you Y/N but youโre making things more difficult. You always have. Can't you just fucking drop the act and just admit it."
Love. That word. That simple four letter word. You didn't want to hear that. You didn't want him to love you. You didn't want him to say that. You didn't want to admit that he had feelings for you. And you didn't want to admit that you had feelings for him. Because it would mean that the two of you had been dating for the past 2 years without even realizing it. It would mean that the two of you had spent the last 2 years in a relationship without knowing it.
The tears began to fall. "I didn't ask for any of this, Seonghwa. I didn't ask to fall in love with you." Your voice was shaking and the tears were falling. "I didn't ask for any of this either." He replied, his voice softer. His hand reached up, wiping the tears from your face. "But here we are."
You stared up at him, the tears blurring your vision. You wanted to be angry. You wanted to be mad. You wanted to yell. You wanted to hit him. You wanted to scream. But you didn't.
The tears were falling faster and faster and the room was silent. His hand cupped your cheek and you leaned into his touch. "I love you, Y/N. And I don't want to lose you." He whispered. You wanted to run away. You didn't want to be here.
You didn't want him to love you. You didn't want him to feel the same way. You didn't want to be here. "I'm sorry, Seonghwa. For everything. For hurting you. For being so stubborn. I'm sorry for everything." You whispered, closing your eyes.
He pulled you close and you wrapped your arms around him. He buried his face into your hair, his hands gripping your hips. "You can't keep blaming yourself, Y/N. It wasn't your fault." He whispered. His voice was muffled and you could hear the sadness and the pain.
The two of you stayed like that, wrapped in each other's arms. The silence filled the room and the two of you simply held each other. You didn't know how long the two of you had been like that but it had felt like an eternity. Your breathing was heavy and the tears were slowly starting to subside.
He pulled away, his hand still on your cheek. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything. For the past 2 years. For everything." You whispered. You had never thought the two of you would end up in this situation.
"Stop apologizing. It's okay." He whispered, wiping the tears from your face. He pulled you closer, pressing his lips against yours. The kiss was gentle and soft. It was a kiss that you hadn't felt before.
You had been with him for the past 2 years. You had slept with him for the past 2 years. But this was the first time you had kissed him. This was the first time the two of you had actually had a real conversation. This was the first time the two of you were able to talk and be honest. This was the first time the two of you had actually gotten along.
And now the two of you were here. Kissing in his dressing room. He broke the kiss, resting his forehead against yours. "I love you." He whispered. The words were foreign and yet they sounded so familiar. You closed your eyes, feeling his hands cup your cheeks. "I love you, too."
The words left your lips and you could feel his smile. His fingers gently stroked your skin and the two of you were simply enjoying the moment. His lips pressed against yours and the room was silent. He pulled you down onto the small sofa as his body hovering over yours. His kisses were gentle and his hands were all over your body.
His kisses traveled down your neck and you let out a moan. "Seonghwa..." You breathed, your fingers tangling in his hair. "Mm." He hummed, his hand traveling down to your pants. His fingers brushed against the fabric and your back arched. His lips moving back up to yours.
Your breathing picked up as his fingers moved pushing the fabric down. โLet me make love to you.โ He whispered against your thigh as he pulled off your pants and underwear. His lips pressing kisses to the soft skin. Your eyes fluttered open and your hands gripped the couch.
His fingers trailed up your leg and his mouth pressed against your inner thigh. "Oh..." You moaned, your back arching. His lips brushed against your wet folds and you couldn't help but moan. He pulled away, his tongue running across his lips.
"You taste so good." He whispered. His fingers slipped inside you and his lips returned to your thigh. His finger moving slowly in and out. "So wet." He mumbled, his lips trailing up to your inner thigh.
"Oh, fuck..." You moaned, your head falling back. His lips grazed the sensitive spot and you let out a whimper. His lips trailed up and his tongue flicked across your clit. "Fuck..." You moaned.
He continued to thrust his finger into you, his lips pressed against your clit. Your legs were trembling and the pleasure washed over your body. Your body was on fire and your mind was a haze.
His tongue slid into your entrance and you felt the heat spread through your body. Your back arched and your body trembled. You could feel his tongue moving inside you. The pleasure was overwhelming and your toes curled.
"Oh...Fuck..." You moaned. Your hands grabbed the edge of the sofa and your back arched. "Don't stop..." You whispered, your breathing picking up.
"I won't." He said, his voice muffled. He was enjoying this just as much as you were. His finger was still moving and his lips were sucking on your clit. His free hand ran up your leg, his fingers running along the smooth skin.
"Seonghwa..." You moaned, your eyes closing. You could feel your orgasm approaching. Your body was trembling and the pleasure was coursing through your veins.
His finger moved faster and his tongue lapped at your clit. Your toes curled and you felt your walls clenching around his finger. You were getting close and your back arched.
"I'm so c-close." You moaned, your head falling back. He hummed, his tongue circling around your clit.
His tongue flicked against your clit and his finger moved faster. Your body tensed and you could feel the heat building up inside you. Your orgasm was building and your toes curled.
"Oh, fuck..." You moaned. "S-Seonghwa..." Your eyes rolled back and your body began to shake. Your orgasm washed over you and you felt your walls clench around his finger.
He hummed, his lips pulling away from your clit. His tongue lapped at the juices dripping from your pussy. He slowly pulled his finger out, his eyes locking with yours.
You were trying to catch your breath, your chest heaving. His eyes were dark and his breathing was heavy. He pulled himself up, his hands cupping your cheeks.
His lips crashed against yours, his tongue sliding into your mouth. Your hands found their way into his hair, tugging on the strands. He groaned, his fingers running down your sides.
He broke the kiss, his hands moving to your shirt. His fingers tugged on the fabric, pulling it over your head. Your chest heaved and his hands cupped your breasts.
"So beautiful." He whispered, his lips trailing down to your neck. His lips brushed against the soft skin, his tongue licking the sensitive area. Your hands tugged at his shirt, wanting to feel his skin against yours. "Take it off." You breathed.
He hummed, his tongue dragging across your neck. He pulled away, his hands grabbing his shirt. He pulled it over his head, throwing it onto the floor.
Your eyes roamed his body, admiring his toned torso. He was a sight to behold. You could feel your core tightening, the ache returning. "Like what you see?" He teased, his hands gripping the hem of his pants. Your eyes flickered to his, a smirk playing on his lips.
"I love what I see." You replied, your eyes never leaving his. He chuckled, his hand grabbing the button on his pants. He unbuttoned his pants, his hands slowly pulling the zipper down. Your breath hitched, the anticipation rising. The fabric fell to the floor. Your eyes widened and your breath caught in your throat.
His cock was rock hard and throbbing. "Fuck." You mumbled, your hands gripping the fabric on the couch. He grabbed your leg, pulling it towards him. His cock sliding between your folds. He rubbed himself against your clit, the pleasure spreading throughout your body coating him with your juices.
Your back arched, your body shuddering. "Oh...god." You moaned, your eyes rolling back. He hummed, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. "I love how wet you get for me." He said, his tongue running across his lips. "Fuck." You moaned, the heat building up inside of you.
He lined his cock up with your entrance and you could feel his tip at your entrance. He slowly pushed himself inside you, his cock stretching you. You bit your lip, a moan escaping your lips. Your eyes rolled back and the pleasure washed over you. He groaned, his hands gripping your waist.
"So tight." He mumbled, his hips rocking. His cock pushing deeper inside you. Your hands reached up, your fingers tangling in his hair. "Oh, fuck." You moaned, the pleasure building. Your legs wrapped around his waist and he groaned, his thrusts increasing.
His lips crashed against yours, his teeth biting your bottom lip. His tongue slid into your mouth and his hands moved to your breasts. His fingers pinched your nipples, a moan escaping your lips. You pulled away from the kiss, his cock driving deeper.
"God...Seonghwa..." You moaned, his thrusts increasing. Your hands gripped his shoulders, his fingers tweaking your nipples. He thrusted his cock deep inside you, hitting the spot. Your body tensed, your walls clenching around him.
He pulled his cock out, his tip sliding between your folds. You groaned, the ache building. He pushed his cock back inside you, his thrusts increasing.He drove his cock deep, his hands moving down to your hips. His grip tightened, his nails digging into the skin.
"Oh...fuck." You moaned, the pleasure washing over you. He groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic. You breathed, the pleasure building. He moaned, his thrusts speeding up. "Fuck." He groaned, his cock slamming into you. You moaned, the ache growing. You were close and you could feel the heat spreading through your body.
You moaned, the pleasure washing over you. Your walls clenched around him and he groaned, his hips bucking. He groaned, his thrusts becoming faster. Your back arched and your muscles tensed. You could feel his cock twitching, his orgasm building.
"Oh fuck...Seonghwa." You moaned, the heat washing over you. You could feel his cock pulsing inside of you and your orgasm ripped through you. "Oh god..." He groaned, his body shaking. His cock twitched, his cum coating your walls. Your walls clenched around him, milking him dry.
His thrusts slowed, his breathing heavy. Your hands gripped his shoulders and your legs shook. His cock slowly slipped out, his body falling on top of yours. His cumming dripped out of you, the warmth spreading through your body. His lips pressed against yours.
"I love you, Y/N." He whispered, his voice hoarse. You smiled, your eyes meeting his.
"I love you, too." You replied. His lips found yours, the kiss passionate.
Wouldโve thought you two would come this far. Because now all fans and news sites could talk about was the official announcement of your relationship after a year of the photo of your kiss being out. But that was a story for another time. And maybe there would be one or two more stories coming soon. Who knows? Only time will tell.
But for now, guess who now has the official title of The Rockerโs Girl? You doโฆ that's who.
โข When he spoons you, he wraps a leg around you so you canโt leave. He will whine if you try to move away from him
โJagiii, just call in sick. You should hang out with me on my off day.โ Jeonghan whines out while wrapping his arms tighter around your middle. โHannie, Iโve got to go to work. It will let me get ahead and spend more time in the evening with you.โ You try to explain to your clingy boyfriend. โNoooo, I want to snuggle all day.โ He continues to whine. โCanโt go anywhere if I donโt let you up.โ He grumbles out before wrapping his right leg around you. โJeonghan! Iโve got to go to work.โ You struggle to get out of his grip. โIf youโre going to work, take me with you. I wonโt cause trouble.โ
โข Shakes his hair whenever itโs wet and then wraps his arms around you when you try to run away
โDonโt you dare Jeonghan.โ You say backing away while he walking toward you menacingly. โDonโt worry Jagi. Iโm not going to do anything.โ He continues to walk towards you with his arms out. โIโm serious Jeonghan. I just put on my pajamas.โ You say looking at him nervous. He just reaches his arms out and pulls you into his chest where he shakes his wet hair. โJeonghan! My pajamas are wet now!โ You grumble out while pushing him away from you. โItโs ok Jagi. You can just wear my clothes.โ
