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趙雨凡 COUNT TO TEN ; MAKE IT SEVEN

🍾 ─── life’s wonderful when you turn nineteen, until you have to keep an eye on your barely legal friend and his crazy ideas. how you ended up watching a bunch of kid at a martin’s party remains unknown but you’re definitely there sitting on his yellow sofa your gaze fixed on james across the room, little did you know is that it’ll only take him seven minutes to fall in love with you.

🪪 ─── ✷ james x ℱreader ; #3.2k ; suggestive ; 7 min in heaven with james ; a lot of tiktok ref (screen time is exposing me rn) ; mention of alcohol and drug ; james and yn are basically the parents of the group ; high school/college!au.

doll talking ; first time being on coerblr kinda nervous 🫣🫣 hope you’ll enjoy my baby now i need to pee

“yo, someone just took the fattest shit ever and didn’t flush !”

a bunch of people grabbed their phone and ran to the bathroom laughing, you stayed on the couch with your friend by your side, already imagining the smell and look.

the house was crowded with people, alcohol and a bit of drugs (just a really small bit.), it was a party like every other hosted by one of your friends, martin who was now looking for the culprit of this horrendous crime.

you were here in the name of his parents to make sure no one underage was drinking, or now smoking. being nineteen is fun until you have to look after a bunch of kids.

“oh my god, that shit was green!” juhoon shouted after coming back from the bathroom, he crushed down on your friend before you took his drink.

“no alcohol for you lil bro.” you set the red cup on the table next to you and watched as he nuzzled his nose in the shoulder of your friend, what a baby.

thankfully you weren’t the only legal one here, there were a bunch of guys martin met in high school who were barely any older than you and . . . james.

james was one of the host's best friends, he finished high school earlier since he’s older and you’re now in the same college as him.

you’ve been watching him for years now, from afar because that’s what you do with boys who get your attention.

and he caught it in freshman year when you saw him.

he never really saw you and you didn’t really know him, things were perfect like that, watching from a distance.

“i’m gonna call yo uber,” martin said, coming back with the culprit, a guy who kept wanting to have sex with the girls at the party, seonghyeon to his side laughing his ass off until tears were running down his cheeks.

he came back wiping his hands on his jeans after getting drenched by the rain outside, “you let that guy drunk, alone, at night in the rain ?” you asked looking up at him.

he was tall— like street lights kind of tall, so even if you were standing up you needed to tilt your head back a little to talk to him, but now sitting on the couch, it was worse, he was towering over your three bodies sitting, you, your friend naya and juhoon.

“first of all, i gave him an umbrella and his uber was pulling up.” he defended himself with a tone as sassy as the one you gave him.

martin clapped in his hands and turned around to face the chatting crowd, “who wants to play a game ? go to the left !”

you watched the handful of people who gathered to the left like martin was some kind of leader, “okay, either truth or dare or spin the bottle.” he exclaimed happily grabbing the empty bottle sitting in naya hands.

“how old are you ? twelve ?” you asked, already annoyed by his proposal.

he gave you a side eye clearly telling you to shut up if you didn’t want to finish like the guy outside, god knows where he is now or how he is doing, “miss is nineteen so she wants to act like an unc ?”

his question was obviously rhetoric but you shrugged your shoulders while taking a sip of your drink. martin gaze left your poor soul and looked back at the idiots standing still waiting for his next commands.

“we’re in a democratic country so let’s vote, who wants to play truth or dare, hands up.”

the hands remained low, except for one girl with glasses, poor thing was probably too shy to kiss anyone if her destiny was sealed by that one beer, so you raised your hand in support, still, the empty bottle will spin on the table.

martin made a sign to follow him and led the way to the dinner table, you got up quite against your will but because you needed to keep an eye on them.

james was in the kitchen talking to someone, his back showing to all the rest of the room, officially he was making sure no one underage would get an illegal drink. when the giant called his name his head turned and he caught your eyes for a second before looking at the host.

“what is that?”

martin rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to talk but keonho took over, “get your ears out of your ass, we’re playing spin the bottle.”

he raised one eyebrow scanning over the table until his eyes were back on keonho, “and who is we ? cuz i know you ain’t playing lil boy.” he tapped his shoulder, lips stretched until his pearly whites illuminated the room.

“bro, i’m seventeen, it’s only a quick kiss!” keonho protested as everyone sat around the table, but james shook his head not falling for his pout or pleading eyes, the irresistible weapon keonho perfected over the years.

“yeah it starts like that and then . . .” he stopped seeing his disgusted expression, “whatever go sit back down and play monopoly or sum.”

he sighed loudly and dragged his feet until he reached the yellow couch dropping next to wasted juhoon. when that was done james took a seat across from you, his eyes a little red and heavy burning into you before settling on the bottle.

martin made sure everyone was sat and comfortable before explaining, “i spin the bottle and when it lands on two person you have to kiss.”

“what if we don’t want to?” an annoying ass of a guy asked probably thinking about some girl around the table he definitely don’t want to kiss, like anyone would want anything to do with him.

“you move your ass and leave then?” james replied with as much annoyance anyone felt. the guy kept it quiet and you suppressed a laugh that was threatening to escape from your throat.

martin’s one wasn’t as dangerous as yours since he laughed his ass off before spinning the bottle with a precision that definitely tells it wasn’t his first time, but you didn’t say anything and watched it spin until it landed on two people you couldn’t even remember.

their kiss was shy, hesitant and messy but the rest of the table didn’t care, they shouted, screamed and tapped on the table so loud it pierced through juhoon’s sleeping ears who didn’t give enough fucks to asked what was going on.

martin spinned the bottle again but when he landed on himself he immediately looked your way to know if he had your approval but you shook your head and he sighed, “sorry guys mom said no.”

you swear you could hear some people groan in annoyance, why does this hedgehog of a head have so many admirers?

a couple spins and kisses later he makes a statement, “okay whoever the bottle lands on has to stay in the entrance closet for eight minutes.” he said proudly like he just created a new game he’s gonna call “martini mindset.”

“it’s seven minutes in heaven idiot,” a sharp voice said.

“chill, sorry for being employed.” martin answered, slowly getting his defence up and spinned the bottle, again.

it spun for a long time until it landed on you, hedgehog head looked at you with a huge smile on his face, “alright, our lovely [. . .] and . . . “ he spun the bottle again and your gaze was fixed on it, no matter on who it would land you’ll act like you’re suddenly tired and want to go home, so you need to start getting ready for your acting.

“james !”

suddenly every part of your body woke up from the tiredness you were pretending, you looked up and caught his gaze, dark and enveloping you like a silk sheet. “cool.” he breathed out while getting up.

you played with your lip piercing nervously while the bunch of side characters sitting around the table all got up and pushed the two of you in the entrance closet.

some coats were sitting there with shoes and shopping bag, james let you got in first before he followed without saying a word, everyone was looking at you; even seonghyeon looked up from the game on his phone to whistle, you shot him a death glare before james closed the door on you.

“alright putting on a timer, don’t get all lovey dovey!” was the only noticeable thing you could hear before the group went back to their chatter.

the space was obviously small, either way it wouldn’t be funny.

the only source of light was from the little space separating the two doors of the closet.

the darkness inside was louder than the party outside, everything was louder, your breathing, your heartbeat, you nails tapping to the wall beside you because you didn’t know what to do with your hands.

james was calm though, composed, his breathing steady. like this wasn’t new to him, like he was used to spending time in small dark closets with girls.

maybe he was.

“so.” he said.

“so.” you echoed back.

“are you like, martin’s babysitter ?” he asked, his voice lower, like the darkness from your little corner somehow got inside his body.

“ew, no,” you stated and he laughed a bit, “we’re friends, his parents just trust me with watching their son.”

james nodded the string of light exposing his sharp jaw and feature, you could see the rest of his form, his white shirt clinging to his body, broad shoulders and a slim body.

“sounds like babysitting to me.”

you were about to reply when outside someone screamed about the bottle landing of keonho and james sighed.

“looks like you’re having trouble with the one you’re babysitting.”

he let out a soft chuckle that directly sat into your chest and crossed his arms. for a hot minute you didn’t say anything, you let your eyes speak for the both of you ; about the little you could see but the lot you could do, and suddenly you stepped closer, he did too.

“[ . . . ] right ? martin talked about you.” he asked licking his lower lip, but he deliberately let his tongue get back inside his mouth slower than he should.

“yes, james.” your words came out weaker and more inviting than intended.

his arms were now resting on his sides, ghosting your hips, but he didn’t touch you or hold you yet, he was simply there he mutely invited you in his warm.

“does it hurts?” his chin pointed at your lip piercing.

you shook your head, “not at all, i also have a tongue one, look.”

you proudly stick your tongue out without thinking, showing off your piercing.

you couldn’t really see james gaze but you could feel and hear his breath coming out shorter than before.

“that’s so cool.” he said, his tone robotic like it was the only reasonable thing he could think of at the moment, and it probably was.

“yeah, my swag is untouchable.” you said playfully but nothing was playful in james head at the moment.

it was full of thoughts he never thought he could have, wondering how your lip ring will feel against his own lips, how good it must be to have your tongue wrapped around his, or something else. oh he was feeling naughty about you right now, and nothing—absolutely nothing about this set up was helping him to keep a good image of you.

“james?”

even the way you said his name was getting him weak in the knees.

he bites his inner cheek so much to contain himself that he could start to taste blood in his mouth. his eyes that were closed for a quick moment open to look at you again.

your tongue was back in your mouth, but your eyes, glistening in the dimly lit light were enough to throw a man into a flames, and apparently make him lose his mind.

“yn, can i?” he didn’t explicitly say what he was asking for, but it wasn’t hard to understand, judging by how his thumbs were gently brushing your legs.

outside the closet martin shouted that only five minutes were left and you nodded to james. his hands were now placed on your waist for a hot minute, touching you, holding you, feeling you. then they came up, caressing your whole body until they cupped your face and leaned in.

even if you said your piercing wasn’t hurting he made sure your lips didn’t crash and simply brushed at first, a faint scent of a kiss until you whimpered for more and then, he was gone.

mouth moving against each other in a slow yet intense rhythm, breath mixing, scent sharing.

your hand came up to rest around his neck, pulling him incredibly close to you, like you were about to swallow him all with a second mouth behind your hair.

you didn’t care about who could hear you or watch you through the small gap in the closet, the only thing that mattered right now were his salty big lips against yours, his hands made their way back to your body until he found your ass. he didn’t squeeze it, simply rested his there.

“james . . .” you whispered against his lips catching some air and he felt his composure shattered completely, crushed against a wall.

suddenly he didn’t care about your piercing at all, he licked your lower lip, a quiet demand for you to open your mouth, give him access to you, which you did.

the metal of your piercing met his tongue and he made a sound so quiet you almost didn’t catch it, but you did and it lit something behind your ribs that you had no business to feel trapped in a small smelly closet with someone.

you felt his nose brush yours when he tilted his head, deepening the angle and your fingers played with his hair like you needed something to hold onto, to keep you down and grounded.

his tongue twirled around yours, licking your piercing, moving it a little making sure it wasn’t hurting.

when james finally broke the kiss, a string of saliva connecting your souls, it was only for this string to wrapped around your throat and for his lips to find your neck and mark it.

he placed kisses on your jaw, making his way to your collarbone. he clearly couldn’t give no fucks to the sounds he made or how loud your whimpers were, he simply couldn’t stop.

your skin was soft, smelled like vanilla and coconut, everything about you was screaming summer to him no matter how much you tried to hide it under dark clothes.

the way you smiled, the way a gum was always in your mouth, the way your eyes were glistening at every sunrays because they were sensitive, he saw it all, how could he not ?

“fuck . . . fuck.” his breathing was ragged, ears painted in a heated red, hot and throbbing.

he rested his forehead on your shoulder, his hands left you lower back to come back on your waist. “i’m sorry.”

he muttered and you caressed the back of his neck to reassure him, “why you’re apologising ?” your heart was finally cooling down.

did you just make out with the guy you’ve been eyeing for three years ? those manifestation videos naya forced you to watch must actually work.

“i got carried on like a fucking teenager.” two minutes were left from what you heard martin scream outside.

james head came up to look at you and wipe your smudge gloss with his thumb. “you’re kind of a teenager.”

“young adult.” he corrected and lifted your chin to place another kiss on your lips, quick, soft, sweet; none of these adjectives mirroring what you just did or what he was thinking of.

you stayed silent for a moment, not wanting to break this moment with stupid words, then;

“can i get your number?” he said; no, whispered.

the house got real quiet, probably trying to catch any sound coming from the both of you, but james wouldn’t let them have this pleasure anymore.

you arranged the collar of his shirt deliberately, dragging your hands over his chest, his gaze followed your movements, a small smirk painting his face, “you’ll text me?”

“i’m hoping for more than just a text.” james fingers wrapped around your wrist, holding your hand up.

outside your small space, your corner of tension; martin was counting down. his voice pierced through the bubble of you. james leaned in and you whispered your number to his ears.

james know has a great mind for the things he wants to remember, so from the moment your sweet lips closed after spelling your number it was already resonating in his head; his mind full of thoughts about you, his lungs full of your scent and his mouth swallowing your ADN.

“times up!” chao yufan barely had time to let go of your hand before your faces were painted with the room lights and martin excited face. “damn you really—“

“martin.”

you warned him and he definitely understood it was better to not say anything. he mimicked to zip his mouth and raised his hands, “not sayin’ what’s on my mind.”

you stepped out, your hair a mess from the hot heater in the closet, martin and his friends gathered around james, even seongheyon— who was definitely regretting coming earlier— stood up to know what he was gonna say.

james just brushed them off with the back of his hand making his way to the kitchen but the zombies were still following him like they were glued to his feet. you sat back on the couch and took a huge sip of water, definitely needing to cool down, naya nudged your side.

“hey juhoon is really wasted, we should probably drop him off to his parents, can you drive ?” you looked at juhoon.

his whole face was hidden in the small space between naya’s shoulder and the couch beside her, breathing heavily. “yeah of course, lemme grab my things.”

you picked up your fur coat you abandoned hours ago on one of the chairs along with your shoulder bag, you let martin know that you were driving juhoon and naya back.

“oh sure, i’ll walk y’all to the door.” he excused himself and helped your friend pick up the wasted boy who protested; james looked at you from afar and slowly walked behind martin, “don’t follow me like a creep, help me bro.”

he laughed and wrapped an arm around juhoon waist, and placed his arm on his shoulder. you led the way to your car; a black 2026 subaru impreza your parents bought you as a driver license, birthday and christmas gift.

they dropped juhoon in the backseat and you let down to check on him, “you good ?” he nodded telling you to shut up because his head was spinning. “throw up in my car and you’ll be a dead man running.”

door closed, both of your passengers in the car, martin already back in the house; only you and james were outside standing face to face. the wind was definitely a traitor forcing you to squeeze your eyes and messing up your hair even more than it already was.

“drive safe, text me when you get home.” he said softly, wrapping your jacket around your shoulder.

“already on your boyfriend duty?”

he laughed and tugged you in, everything already felt so comfortable between the two of you, everything was simple, easy. he leaned down locking his eyes with your lips, “call it what you want.”

he gave you a small smooch, cringe and wet but you just smiled like an idiot. you could hear a loud and harmonious “oooooh” from the house. you looked behind james and everyone was outside looking at the both of you.

martin whistled, “mama y papa!”

you flipped him off and james was back in your gaze, “take care of the kids.” you joked and left his warm to regain the quiet and cold atmosphere of your car leaving behind your new obsession.

the drive was calm, both of your passengers passed out, but no music was needed, your heart was already loud enough to sound like a melody to your ears.

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