pairing: ot8!skz, bf!skz x reader
tags: arguments, vv angsty, mentions of shouting + fighting (non-physical)
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⊹ ˖ Ი𐑼 author's note - missed my headcanon fics . . . hopefully this one does a little better . please remember your authors love comments and interactions, it makes our whole day <3
chan.
he goes completely, utterly silent the second he throws up his hands, exasperated as he tries to explain himself
his whole face just drops.
he was just trying to reason with you, and suddenly he can't even remember what stupid thing you were both arguing about
doesn't go after you immediately, painfully knowing that you need space from him right now
replays the moment in his head all night, chewing his lip, wondering if he seriously scared you
minho.
he's the type to get colder rather than louder during arguments
so when he steps forward and sees you flinch, his whole body softens, and so does his tone
'hey, hey, no.' he takes a step back almost instantly, expression changing from frustration to immediate regret
he seems a little confused and hurt about it, because the possibility of him hurting you had never even occurred to him
ends up sitting on the opposite side of the room so he doesn't overwhelm you.
changbin.
he argues with his hands a lot, pointing and gesturing in order to try and get his point across
he notices and halts suddenly as he realises you're recoiling from seeing his arm move too fast
stands in pure shock for a moment and then takes a massive, deliberate step backwards to give you some room
after that, if you haven't walked away from him, he lowers himself down onto the floor so he looks less intimidating
promises himself fiercely he'll never do it again while shoving his hands deep down inside his hoodie pockets
hyunjin.
he's rather dramatic when he argues, and he already feels guilty the moment voices start getting raised
so seeing you flinch when he steps closer genuinely shatters something to pieces inside of him
doesn't know what to do, so he just stands there, and watches you walk away in silence
he keeps wondering why you try to play it off, because you said you didn't do anything, but why did your body brace for the hit?
follows you around sadly like a soaked ferret after that
jisung.
he often gets overwhelmed when he argues with you, talking too loud and too fast and too emotional
stutters to a sharp stop when he sees you jolt from the hasty raised tone of his voice
immediately starts stuttering even more about that, feeling incredibly ashamed
'shit- no, i'm sorry, baby, i- i didn't mean to-'
drops his face into his hands and wants to explain why he did that, but just accepts he scared you and quietly asks if you're okay (you don't respond and his heart breaks).
felix.
doesn't often raise his voice, not the type to prefer getting loud during arguments
but he is very active, so when he accidentally slams the cupboard door shut and sees you flinch, he feels awful.
like really awful, because you were already stressed and he just added onto that
lets you walk away without pleading or explaining, but later comes up to you very cautiously, sitting a respectable distance away
asks if he can touch you in the softest, saddest, quietest voice ever.
seungmin.
he's the type to get sarcastic and dry when he's upset, and his tone often has a bit of a bite to it
cuts himself off mid-sentence when he notices you physically shrinking into yourself
goes rather quiet for several minutes, then becomes ridiculously mindful after that
he makes sure that there's less arguing, less sarcasm, less tension in quiet, confined spaces
beats himself up for it for a long time even after you forgive him
jeongin.
he usually gets angry in that quiet, stubborn way, but his frustration is very evident
freezes when he sees you jump slightly, then panics
his hand is halfway up to try and comfort you but he forces himself to bring it back down, not wanting to scare you further
it genuinely never crossed his mind that you would think he has the capability to hurt you
probably sits outside your door after, wondering if he deserves to comfort you at all.
warnings: none! ot8 (separate) x reader, fluff, crack, humor, no specific depictions of why they're at the hospital in the first place, probably (very) inaccurate, a heck ton of references, nonidol!au, established relationships.
wc: 5k-ish
a/n: imagine them speaking in slo-mo for maximum enjoyment <3
chan
The hospital elevator doors slid open with a soft ding, revealing a long hallway lined with numbered doors. You shifted the greasy paper bag in your hand, still warm against your palm, and stepped out.
Room 097. You nudged the door open with your elbow, balancing the food and a soda cup. Chan was exactly where you’d left him, propped up in bed in a 45 degree angle, eyelids heavy, hair messy and slightly curlee. The heart monitor beeped steadily beside him, its rhythmic pulse filling the quiet room.
“Brought fries,” you announced, shaking the bag a little. His head lolled toward the sound, reaction delayed.
“Fries?” Chan repeated, the word slow and dragged out. His expression suggested that anesthesia hadn’t quite worn off yet.
Chan's fingers twitched toward the bag before his hand even fully registered the movement, his wrist drooping mid-air.
You walked over and perched on the edge of his bed, the paper crinkling as you unfolded the top with exaggerated care — partly to keep grease off the sheets, partly to watch his face slowly crumple into anticipatory delight. His nose scrunched first, then his mouth fell open slightly, his whole body tilting towards you.
You handed him the bag, and his fingers curled around it carefully, then he pulled out a single fry, holding it up between thumb and forefinger, then, with a slowly, he took a bite.
The change was instantaneous. His eyes widened, fully awake now, and the heart monitor stuttered, skipped, then kicked into a faster rhythm. Beep-beep-beep.
You could practically see the dopamine hitting his bloodstream, his pupils dilating further as he chewed. “Oh,” he breathed, voice hushed with reverence. “Ohhh. this is goooood”
he attacked the next fry, fumbling slightly as his anesthesia-slowed reflexes struggled to keep up with his enthusiasm.
A fry slipped from his grip, landing on the blanket with a quiet *plop*. Without thinking, you picked it up and held it out to him. Chan leaned forward, mouth open, and let you pop it between his lips. His teeth grazed your fingertips, and he hummed around the bite.
“You—” he started, then paused to swallow, his tongue darting out to catch a stray grain of salt from his bottom lip. “You made these.” It wasn’t a question. It was a declaration, delivered by your boyfriend who’d just discovered the meaning of life in a paper bag of fast food fries.
You opened your mouth to correct him—Chan, I literally got these from the drive thru— but he was already rambling ahead, “S’why I love you,” he slurred, gesturing vaguely with a fry clutched between his fingers. “Magic hands. Could marry you. Would marry you. Right now.”
His head lolled to the side, “Do they do weddings here? In hospitals?” he paused, slowly reaching a finger to point at you "do you do weddings? like, as the bride?"
You couldn’t help it—you laughed, the sound bubbling up uncontrollably as Chan blinked at you with solemn, drug-dazed sincerity.
The heart monitor’s tempo increased another notch after he heard your laugh, keeping time with the way his free hand pawed clumsily at yours, "Pretty sure you're not legally allowed to consent to marriage while hopped up on anesthetic drugs," you said, plucking another fry with your free hand from the bag and holding it out.
Chan's mouth opened automatically, eyes crossing slightly as he focused on the fry's approach. "Mmm, but I mean it, though" he insisted around the mouthful, cheeks puffing out.
He brought your joined hands to his mouth, pressing a greasy, exaggerated kiss to your knuckles. "you make amazing fries,” he mumbled against your skin, "you'd make an amazing wife too"
minho
Did I...hic... swallow a lightbulb?" Minho's voice was thick with confusion, syllables sliding together. His eyelids fluttered against the ceiling light's glare, and somewhere to his left, a machine beeped in what felt like slow motion.
The old nurse's chuckle was warm but professional. "No, sweetheart, that's just the anesthesia. You're in recovery." She adjusted his IV with practiced ease.
Minho's fingers twitched against the stiff hospital sheets, his brow furrowing deeper when they met empty space. "huh—" He exhaled sharply, arm flopping sideways with alarming lack of coordination. "Where's—?"
Your hand caught his just as panic started creasing his forehead. The instant your skin touched his, his whole body sagged back into the pillow in relief, "Oh," he murmured, thumb clumsily stroking your knuckles. "There you are." His smile was lopsided, pupils still blown wide from the drugs.
The nurse leaned over him with a penlight, her scrubs rustling from the movement. "Mr. Lee, can you tell me where you are right now?"
Minho blinked at the ceiling tiles, his gaze drifting. His mouth opened, closed, then opened again. "No," he admitted finally, his voice scratchy with sleep and drugs. Then his fingers tightened around yours, "But my girlfriend's here so it's probably okay."
You bit back a laugh as the nurse's eyebrows shot up. She turned to you with a smile. "He's adorable when he's high, isn't he?"
Minho made a noise of protest, or at least tried to, but it came out as more of a drowsy hum, his fingers flexing weakly around yours. "Not high," he mumbled, his tongue slow and heavy. "Just..." His head lolled toward you, eyes struggling to focus. "wait," he squinted at you "you brought pudding?"
You hadn't even taken the lid off yet, but somehow, he'd already caught the scent of vanilla from the little plastic cup in your bag.
The nurse chuckled again and patted his shoulder. "I'll leave you two to it," she said, slipping out of the curtained area with a final rustle of scrubs.
Minho's face lit up when you finally pulled it out and peeled back the foil seal, his drowsy expression shifting into something close to glee.
"You know me," he sighed dreamily. His hands twitched uselessly in his lap — still too uncoordinated to hold the spoon — so you scooped up a bite and guided it toward his mouth.
He accepted it with a happy noise, eyes fluttering shut as he savored it. "That's crazy," he said around the mouthful, "How do you always know?"
You were about to tease him, something about how it wasn't exactly a secret, given the way he hoarded pudding cups in your fridge — when his expression abruptly sharpened. His brows furrowed with sudden intensity, his gaze oddly serious as he squinted at you.
"Did you feed the cats, too?"
You blinked. Of all the things for him to latch onto in his anesthesia haze, that was what his brain had zeroed in on.
"Yes," you assured him, fighting a smile. "Automatic feeder’s working, water bowl’s full, and I gave them extra treats before I left."
Minho exhaled like he'd been holding his breath, his shoulders slumping in relief. "Good," he murmured, already drifting again. His eyelashes fluttered against his cheeks, heavy with exhaustion. " 'coz sometimes they get..." His words slurred together, the sentence trailing off into silence as his grip on your fingers loosened.
You watched him for a moment, the steady rise and fall of his chest, the way his lips parted slightly as his breathing evened out. he hadn't even finished his pudding cup.
A soft snore escaped him, and you couldn't help but laugh under your breath. the nurse was right— he is adorable like this.
changbin
"Ow," Changbin muttered, his voice gravelly, his eyelids felt glued shut, but when he finally managed to pry them open, harsh lights stabbed his vision. He groaned, squinting at the blurry figure sitting beside him. A person, vaguely familiar, holding what looked like his phone and wallet in their lap.
He blinked. Once, twice.
The person— you —looked up instantly, pocketing your phone with a soft smile. "Hey, Binnie. How’re you feeling?"
His pupils were still blown wide from the anesthesia, giving him the dazed, unfiltered honesty of someone who hadn’t quite remembered how to censor himself yet. He blinked at you, slowly , then exhaled a quiet, awed, “…Whoa.”
You stared back at him, “What?”
“You’re really pretty.” The words came out rough, slurred at the edges but painfully earnest. He tilted his head slightly, hospital blanket pooling around his waist as he squinted at you. “Are you a nurse?”
You nearly choked on your own spit trying not to laugh. “No,” you managed.
Changbin frowned, his brows knitting together in confusion. “But you’re here,” he pointed out, “And you’re holding my stuff.” He gestured vaguely at his phone and wallet in your lap.
You bit your lip to keep from grinning. “Yeah, because I came with you.”
His head snapped up so fast his IV line wobbled. “Wait.” his eyes widened slightly “You chose to be here?”
You nodded, watching as his expression cycled through disbelief, delight, and something dangerously close to smugness in the span of three seconds.
He opened his mouth — probably to say something ridiculous — but then his gaze dropped to his own hospital gown, and his face did a complicated little twist. “Do I… look okay?” he asked, voice suddenly small.
“You're drugged,” you said with a shrug.
He pouted. “That’s not what I asked.”
Before you could answer, he made a valiant attempt to flex his bicep under the thin blanket, but the effect was ruined by the way his elbow buckled halfway through.
The IV tugged at his wrist, and he hissed, dropping his arm with a grumble. Still, he managed a wobbly grin. “Still got it,” he mumbled, more to himself than to you.
“You can barely keep your eyes open,” you teased.
“But the muscle is there,” he insisted, patting his own bicep with a sleepy sort of pride.
The nurse chose that moment to walk in, clipboard in hand, and Changbin immediately perked up like he’d been waiting for an audience. “Do I look strong right now?” he asked her, voice dripping with hope.
She barely glanced up, “Sure.”
Changbin turned back to you, triumphant, but then his expression faltered. He bit his lip, suddenly shy, fingers picking at the edge of the blanket. “So…” he started, then stopped, swallowed, tried again. “Do you have a boyfriend?”
You blinked. “Changbin. I am your girlfriend.”
Then his eyes went huge.
“WHAT?”
You burst out laughing as he stared at you in utter, slack jawed disbelief, his head whipping between you and the nurse like he needed a second opinion. “You’re serious?” he demanded, voice cracking.
“Yes.”
“You’re my girlfriend?”
“Yes, Binnie.”
His entire face turned red so fast, then he dropped his head back onto the pillow with a muffled thump, hands covering his face as he started giggling, a high-pitched, disbelieving sound that dissolved into breathless, giddy laughter.
“No way,” he wheezed, peeking at you through his fingers. “No waaay.”
The nurse turned to you, and before she could even open her mouth, Changbin jabbed a finger in your direction, grinning so wide his cheeks must’ve ached. “That’s my girlfriend,” he announced.
“I know,” she said.
“No but like—” He grabbed your hand, squeezing your fingers like he needed proof you were real. “She’s mine.”
You squeezed his hand back, rolling your eyes but unable to hide the way your cheeks warmed at his dopey declaration. "Yes, yes, we've established this," you teased, but Changbin wasn't having it — he tugged your hand closer, his grip surprisingly strong for someone who'd just woken up from surgery.
"Wait, wait—" His eyes narrowed suddenly, a suspicious wrinkle forming between his brows. "Prove it."
You arched an eyebrow. "Prove what?"
"That you're my girlfriend." He crossed his arms over his chest, the IV line got tangled in the blanket halfway through the motion.
You leaned forward before he could fumble with the IV any further, pressing a quick, soft kiss to his lips — barely a brush, just enough to shut him up.
he froze, eyes wide, his breath hitching audibly against your mouth. When you pulled back, his entire face was slack with stunned silence, his fingers hovering in mid air.
“…Oh,” he said finally, voice hushed. the tips of his ears turned red, then he swallowed hard, and nodded once, “Yeah. That checks out.”
You snorted, nudging his shoulder lightly. “Satisfied?”
“…Can you do that again?”
hyunjin
"Hyunjin, you're drooling on the pillow," you said, poking his shoulder.
Hyunjin blinked slowly, his eyelids, the anesthesia still clinging to his thoughts. He smacked his lips once, twice, then frowned, "M'not drooling," he mumbled, his words slurring together. "M'a gentleman. Gentlemen don't drool." He lifted a hand to wipe his mouth that, sure enough, had a little spit trail down to his chin.
Then the nurses approached either side of his hospital bed, One of them had a pair of scissors in her hand, which, in his state, seemed vaguely threatening until he realized they were just for cutting off the hospital bracelet. The other nurse held a neatly folded stack of clothes. His clothes.
"Alright, Mr. Hwang, let's get you changed," one of them chirped, her voice far too cheerful for someone about to strip him bare.
she reaching for the flimsy ties of his gown. Hyunjin's reflexes were delayed, but he managed to clutch the thin paper fabric to his chest just as she gave it a tug.
"Ladies, ladies, calm down!" he giggled, his words still thick. His eyes darted to you, wide and pleading, as if you alone could shield him from this indignity. "I have a girlfriend!" he announced.
The nurses only laughed, unfazed, and the one holding a fresh set of clothes— soft sweatpants and a hoodie —tried to reassure him. "We see naked people every day, sweetheart. Yours isn't special," she sighed, reaching for the gown again.
Hyunjin gasped dramatically, twisting away just enough to escape her hands, his cheeks flushing pink, "No, no, she'll get mad!" he insisted, jerking his chin toward you. His voice dropped to a whisper, though it was still loud enough for everyone to hear. "She’s scary when she’s jealous."
You couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all — Hyunjin, bleary eyed and pouting, clinging to his dignity (and his paper gown). “I’m not gonna get mad,” you said, shaking your head as you stepped closer.
It was true— you'd seen him in far more compromising positions, and besides, the nurses were just doing their job. But Hyunjin's face crumpled, his lower lip jutting out in a pout so exaggerated it could've been comical if it weren't for the genuine hurt flashing in his eyes.
"You don't care," he accused, his voice wobbling. The nurses exchanged amused glances, one of them muffling a snort behind her hand.
Rolling your eyes, you plucked the stack of clothes from the second nurse’s arms. “I care enough to dress you myself, you big baby,” you said, shooing the nurses away with a mock-stern wave. They retreated, still giggling, as you perched on the edge of the bed. Hyunjin blinked up at you, his drowsy defiance softening into something fond.
“You’re gonna…?” he slurred, and you nodded, already untangling the sleeves of his sweater. “Yeah, unless you want them to strip you.” His gasp was scandalized. “No! You’re my girlfriend. That’s your job.”
The paper gown crinkled as you peeled it away, Hyunjin’s arms flopping obediently when you guided them into the sweater. He swayed a little, forehead bumping against your shoulder, and you could feel his warm breath through the fabric.
“You’re heavy,” you grumbled, half heartedly, as you wrestled the sweater over his head. He hummed, nonsensically pleased, and muttered into your neck. “S’cause I’m a gentleman,” he mumbled, and you snorted, tugging the hem down over his hips. “Sure, keep telling yourself that.”
jisung
"Baloney," Jisung mumbled, his tongue heavy against the roof of his mouth. "Absolute…..baloney."
His eyelids fluttered, still glued shut with the weight of whatever they’d pumped into his veins. Around him, machines beeped in lazy intervals.
"I had a dream," he announced to no one in particular, louder this time, though his voice cracked midway. His fingers twitched against the stiff hospital sheets. "I had a girlfriend. Like, a whole girlfriend. Not just a ‘we held hands once’ thing. A full romcom montage girlfriend." He sighed, dreamy and dramatic, as if the memory alone was enough to melt him back into the mattress. "She laughed at my jokes. Even the bad ones. The really bad ones."
A quiet chuckle came from beside him. it was warm, familiar. "Yeah?"
Jisung's eyebrows shot up, his face twisting into a mix of confusion and exaggerated offense. "Yeah?" he repeated, dragging the word out like it personally wronged him.
His head lolled toward the sound, still fighting to pry his eyes open. "Don't 'yeah' me like that. This was cinematic. We—" He hiccuped, the motion making his IV tube sway. "—we fed each other and....cuddled..The whole cliché shebang."
The chuckle came again, softer now, closer. A hand brushed his wrist, fingers skimming the edge of his hospital bracelet. "Sounds serious."
"Dead serious," Jisung insisted, nodding so vigorously his neck protested. He winced, "I think she might’ve been a ghost."
The hand on his wrist squeezed, just enough to pinch. "Ow—hey!"
"Definitely not a ghost," you said, your thumb rubbing slow circles over the inside of his wrist where you'd pinched him.
Jisung's fingers twitched again, curling weakly toward your touch. His eyelids finally unstuck, blinking rapidly, he squinted up at you, pupils blown wide, the brown of his irises nearly swallowed by black.
Jisung stared at you for three full seconds before his lips parted in a slow, lopsided grin. "Oh," he said, dragging the syllable out, "You're real." His head flopped back against the pillow, a delirious laugh bubbling up from his chest.
"That's wild. I thought you were, like. A metaphor. Or a side effect. Or—" He hiccuped again, one hand flailing vaguely toward the IV drip. "— drugs."
You caught his hand mid-air, lacing your fingers through his. His skin was warm, slightly clammy, but his grip tightened instinctively around yours. "Nope," you said, popping the 'p' right in his face. "Just me. Your very real girlfriend."
Jisung blinked at you, like he was trying to commit every detail of your face to memory before the drugs wiped it clean again.
His grin widened, dopey and unfiltered, “Holy shit,” he breathed, his free hand lifting to poke your cheek— once, twice —as if testing for holographic resistance. “You’re solid. Like, actually solid. not a...ghost”
You snorted, catching his wandering fingers before they could migrate to your nose. “Ghost girlfriends don’t usually pinch,” you pointed out, squeezing his hand again for emphasis.
“Fair,” he conceded, then leaned in, “But listen,” he whispered, “If you were a ghost, I’d still be into it.
You burst out laughing, the sound bouncing off the walls. Jisung’s eyes lit up at the noise, his entire face softening at the noise. “You’re so gone”
Jisung’s happy expression turned into confusion. “Gone?” he repeated, tilting his head. “Nah. I’m here. Like, physically here.” He wiggled his toes under the thin hospital blanket for emphasis, then immediately winced. “Okay, maybe not all of me is here. My feet are kinda… zoning out.”
“They’ll come back,” you promised. “Just give the drugs time to wear off.”
felix
Felix blinked awake, eyes wide and unfocused, his face still slack. He looked around, then his head turned toward you, and his lips curled into a grin so sudden it was like someone had flipped a switch.
"There she is," he murmured, voice thick with sleep and whatever cocktail they'd pumped into his veins. "C'mere, c'mere." His hand flopped against the hospital bed sheets, patting the space beside him, " You're so... shiny right now. Like a... a disco ball, but softer. And smaller. And—" He squinted. "Are you glowing, or is that just me?"
You laughed, "I'm not glowing, lix" you stepped closer to him, sitting at the edge of the bed and planting a kiss on his forehead.
"I missed you," he announced solemnly, as if you'd been gone for years instead of the twenty minutes it took to wheel him out of surgery and back. "I missed you too, baby," you answered with a smile
Then, abruptly, he tensed. "Wait." His fingers tapped your arm, "Did you eat today?"
You laughed, "Yes, Felix. I ate."
His voice had lost its drowsy slur, "Are you sure you ate? fruits?.." He paused, holding a hand up to count on his fingers "like carrots, cucumbers, and also...yogurt"
"I had a sandwich," you said slowly, "and an apple. And yes, yogurt, if that’s what you’re worried about." You smoothed a hand down his arm, feeling the tension coiled there. "Felix, what’s—"
He exhaled sharply, his body sagging back against the pillows. "Good," he muttered, more to himself than to you. His eyelids fluttered, heavy with residual drowsiness. "That’s good." His grip loosened, fingers sliding down to lace clumsily with yours. "Gonna make you brownies when we get home," he mumbled, the words slurring at the edges.
"Brownies with walnuts," he clarified, because this was vital information. His voice was thick, half lost in the cottony haze of fading anesthesia. "And—and extra chocolate chips. The kind you like."
You smiled, squeezing his hand gently. "You're gonna burn them," you teased, "Like last time." The memory of smoke alarms and Felix waving a dish towel like a surrender flag made your chest ache with something fond and familiar.
Felix made a noise of protest, his head lolling toward you. "Not gonna burn them," he insisted, words smudging together at the edges. "Gonna use the timer. The one with the—" He gestured vaguely with his free hand, fingers sketching shapes in the air. "The beep. The loud beep."
seungmin
The first thing Seungmin noticed was the ceiling. It was off white, with large square lights glaring down at him. The second thing he noticed was the dryness — his throat felt like it had been stuffed with cotton balls, then set on fire. He tried to swallow and winced.
"Ugh," he croaked, his voice barely louder than a whisper. The word came out rough, scraping against his raw throat.
He blinked slowly, his eyelids heavy as if someone had glued weights to them. The lights above him cast a harsh glow that made his head pound. He squinted, turning his face away.
"Someone turn that shit off," he mumbled, but no one answered. The room was quiet except for the steady beep of a monitor nearby. He tried to lift his arm to shield his eyes, but his limbs felt like wet noodles. A dull ache radiated from his shoulder down to his fingertips.
Then he heard laughter — soft, familiar. His brows furrowed, and he turned his head toward the sound. You were sitting in a chair beside the bed, grinning at him like he’d just told the funniest joke in the world.
Seungmin’s smile was slow, the kind that started at one corner of his mouth and crept upward until it reached his eyes, crinkling them at the edges. "You're here," he said, voice still scratchy but suddenly brighter, as if your presence had flipped a switch in him.
"My throat hurts," he murmured, pouting in a way that would've been ridiculous if it weren't so endearing. "My head hurts, too. And the lighting in here is ugly." His voice was thin, frayed at the edges, but the way he said it made you laugh again.
The sound seemed to startle him, his eyes widening slightly before his expression melted into something unbearably fond. "Oh," he said, as if surprised by his own realization. "You're laughing. That's nice." He blinked slowly, his gaze drifting over your face like he was memorizing it.
Then, he added abruptly, "Actually, I might be dying. Can you check?"
You rolled your eyes (fondly) and reached for the water bottle on the bedside table, twisting the cap off with one hand. "You're not dying," you said, sliding a straw inside and guiding it toward his lips. "You're just dramatic."
He opened his mouth obediently, letting you guide the straw between his teeth. The first sip was tentative, but the second was greedy, his throat working as he swallowed.
Seungmin exhaled sharply through his nose, water droplets clinging to his lower lip as he pulled away from the straw. His eyes — still hazy from anesthesia — locked onto yours with sudden, startling clarity. The corners of his mouth twitched, and then, his entire face softened.
"Actually," he murmured, his voice still rough but lighter now, "things are looking up. The lighting is better now." and then, because Seungmin had never been subtle a day in his life, he added, "Or maybe it's just you."
You snorted, but your fingers tightened around the water bottle anyway. "Wow," you deadpanned. "You're so smooth post surgery. Do they pump you full of charm with the anesthesia, or is this just your natural state?"
Seungmin's laugh was a quiet, breathy thing, more vibration than sound. "Natural talent," he croaked, then winced. "Ow. Laughing hurts. Stop being funny." He reached for the water again, but his hand wobbled mid air, his fingers twitching toward yours instead.
You guided the straw back to his lips without comment, watching as he took another slow sip. His throat worked, Adam's apple bobbing, and when he leaned back against the pillow, his expression was smug. "See? Told you. Better already."
You arched an eyebrow. "The water or me?"
"Yes."
jeongin
The nurse who worked at the hospital was old. she had seen it all before — confused Post-operation patients, disoriented trauma cases, people who swore they were Napoleon. But this was different.
She checked Jeongin's chart again, tapping her pen against the clipboard. "And what's your name, sweetheart?" she asked, though she already knew the answer. Standard procedure. Always a standard procedure.
Jeongin blinked up at her, pupils still dilated from the anesthesia. His hair was a mess, sticking up in three different directions. He opened his mouth, hesitated — then his eyes slid past her shoulder, and his entire face transformed. A slow, dopey grin spread across his lips, so wide it looked like it might hurt. "You,"
You hadn't even said anything yet. You'd just walked into the recovery room holding a paper cup of water, freezing cold from the vending machine down the hall.
The nurse glanced between the two of you, eyebrows rising. "Do you know who this is?" she asked Jeongin, nodding toward you.
Jeongin didn’t even glance at the nurse. His gaze stayed locked on you, dopey and adoring.
“Of course I know,” he said, voice slurred but certain. “That’s—” He paused, brow furrowing, then brightened. “That’s my...girlfriend!”
The nurse’s pen hovered over her clipboard, her lips pursed in amusement. “Alright, Mr. yang,” she said, “What year is it?”
Jeongin blinked at her, his grin faltering for the first time since you’d walked in. His brow scrunched up, the effort of concentration visible in the way his fingers flexed against the sheets.
Then, with a sudden, helpless laugh, he turned his head toward you, his eyes pleading. “You tell her,” he said, then turned his head back to the nurse and whispered “She knows everything.”
You couldn’t help it — you snorted, pressing the back of your hand to your mouth to stifle the sound. and he beamed back at you.
the nurse chuckled, there was a fondness in it as she scribbled down in her clipboard. “Uh huh, and does ‘she’ know what planet we’re on, too?”
Jeongin’s face went blank for a second, then lit up again. “Earth,” he announced proudly, then, he added, “But I think she could tell you about the other ones. If you asked nice.”
The nurse’s pen paused mid scribble. She gave you a look — half exasperated, half amused — before sighing and flipping her clipboard shut. “Alright, Romeo. You’re officially the most charming post-op I’ve had all week.”
She patted Jeongin’s shoulder, then nodded toward the door. “He’s all yours. Just don’t let him try to walk yet” and she left with a final smile, the door clicking shut behind her.
Jeongin’s head turned to your direction, he tried weakly to reach for you, and you reached out and let him clumsily intertwine his fingers with yours.
“You’re real,” he murmured, he’d half convinced himself you were a hallucination.
You squeezed his hand, biting back a laugh. “Pretty sure. Unless we’re both hallucinating, which would be—”
If only if only the woodpecker sighs the bark on the tree was as soft as the sky why the wolf waits below hungry and lonely he cries to the moon if only if only
— SUMMARY. In which Y/N wasn’t expecting to hook-up with her bias, and Hyunjin wasn’t expecting to fall in love with her years later.
— PAIRING. hwang hyunjin x fem!reader
— GENRE. idol!hyunjin, strangers-to-lovers au
— WC. 12.1k+
— WARNINGS/OTHER. cursing ; use of korean language ; lots of internal freaking out ; slight angst ; brief mentions of idol life ; alcohol consumption ; smut consisting of: fingering, oral (f! receiving), dom!hyunjin, protected sex, multiple sex positions, lots of dirty talk & “we shouldn’t be doing this” (but they do it, anyway)
NOTE. this got a lil out of hand but i simply couldn’t help myself (hehehe😈). as always, thank you for reading & interacting — i’m looking forward to hearing your thoughts!!!
ᝰ THREE | SERIES M. LIST
Kilig (Tagalog) — the heady-sublime rush you experience right after after something good happens
“Oh my god,” Y/N whispered out to absolutely no one, her hands flying to her face, immediately feeling how hot her cheeks were, “Oh my god. He’s in my room!”
Hwang Hyunjin was currently in her room in their sorority house. He wasn’t at a concert, or on her laptop screen, or at a fan-signing with tons of security and ten seconds of eye contact. But he was in her room.
She pictured him sitting at her desk chair, glancing at the pictures she had pinned up on the wall, maybe even walking around looking at her albums or shuffling through her books on her desk. God, she hopes he isn’t actually doing that, because Y/N can’t remember if she put her photo card binder up or not, and she would actually die if he manages to see that.
Her mind was spinning, desperately trying to remember if she left anything out of place. Her laptop was closed, still plugged into her desk, her room was clean—well, her side of the room was, so at least he won’t think she’s a slob. She couldn’t speak for Kat.
Y/N groaned softly, immediately straightening up at the kitchen downstairs, grabbing two cups like everything was normal. Except now she was starting to overthink, wondering why the fuck she even offered for him to come up to her room with her in the first place. And most importantly, why did he say yes? Was he into her? What if he’s sitting up there right now in her room, realizing this was a mistake? What if he’s looking around her room thinking he needs to leave immediately because she has a poster from their last album hidden behind her door?
Y/N’s stomach dropped. Did she take that down?
“I took it down. I took it down,” She whispered aloud to herself, feeling like she was going insane, “I definitely took it down.”
Did she, though? Oh no.
Drinks. She had come down here to grab them drinks. And this was a normal thing to do—people did this all the time. Especially while their brain replayed every single fan cam they had ever watched of said person that was currently inside their room. Especially then.
“Y/N!” Kat’s voice flowed through the music behind her, and she jumped slightly before turning around, feeling her heart pounding in her chest once she saw her walking towards her. She had a wide grin on her face, and a quick glance to her right immediately had her figuring out why she looked so happy.
“I’ve been looking for you everywhere! Where have you been?” Kat continued once she got closer, taking a sip out of her drink.
“You know. Just… around.” Y/N swallowed thickly, trying not to stare at who was currently beside her.
“Lame,” She snorted in amusement before nudging her slightly, “Anyway, I promised I would introduce you, so here we are. Y/N, this is Chan. Chan, this is Y/N, my roommate and best friend.”
“I thought I was your best friend?” Chan pouted, gaze never wavering from Kat. Y/N tried to hold back her smile at how annoyed Kat looked, knowing she was anything but.
“You’re my second best friend now because you barely see me anymore,” She rolled her eyes in reply, and Chan scoffed, about to defend himself when she interrupted him, “Anyway. Y/N here is a Stay, as you know. She’s loved you guys since before I met her, and she is literally my girlfriend, so be nice to her or else.”
Y/N felt her face growing even hotter, having the sudden urge to just run into her room and lock herself in it. But if she did that, she’d be stuck in there with Hyunjin.
Oh god. He’s still up there waiting on her.
Chan turned to glance at her then, his eyes widening slightly, almost like he knew something she didn’t. The look of surprise quickly turned into something else as he smirked at her, an amused expression on his face. “Hi, Y/N. It’s very nice to meet you. Thank you for supporting us all these years, and keeping Kat company when I couldn’t.”
Y/N licked her lips nervously, clearing her throat quietly as she shifted a little on her feet. “Nice to meet you, Chan. Huge fan! Loved the last comeback, you all did so well!” She blurted out, immediately cringing because why did she just say that?
Kat snorted again, and Y/N ignored her, gulping loudly as she decided she should just turn back around and start mixing the drinks that she came down here for. She heard Chan and Kat talking behind her, and she took this opportunity to eye the punch a girl from their sorority mixed up earlier, debating if she should trust it or not. She eventually decided not to, choosing instead to mix up her own vodka cranberry, her and Kat’s go to at these things. She ended up adding an extra shot in hers, that way if she falls to knees and makes a complete fool of herself she has a valid excuse for it.
“Why do you have two cups?” Kat asked once she turned back around, fisting both cups in her hands.
Y/N glanced down at the cups, then back up, eyes discreetly shifting towards Chan, who was currently squinting his eyes at her in a way that he just knows that whatever is about to come out of her mouth is bullshit. “I’m going to drink them both.” She replied with a nod of her head, desperately trying to avoid Chan’s gaze on the side of her face.
“Bitch, I know you’re lying.”
“I-I’m not!” Y/N replied back quickly, voice raising slightly, gripping the cups a little tighter.
Kat rolled her eyes, “Come on, Y/N. Just say you have someone upstairs with you and be done with it.”
“What?” She shrieked out, “I-I don’t! There is… there’s nobody up there!”
This time, it was Chan who was snorting, and Y/N felt her face heat up even more when she glanced over at him. “Hm, so if we walk upstairs with you, you’re telling me we won’t find anyone in our room?” Kat asked mockingly, grinning in triumph once Y/N’s face paled at her question.
“You’re so annoying!” Y/N whined out in annoyance, stomping her foot on the floor lightly, knowing she can’t even lie anymore because they’d definitely see that Hyunjin was up there with her. And she doesn’t think Chan would be too happy about that.
“Yeah, yeah,” Kat waved her off, starting to mix her up another drink, “Have fun and don’t get too drunk. I don’t want to listen to you throw up all night.” She turned to Chan once she was done, gesturing for him to follow her to wherever they were going. He instantly followed, but not before turning towards Y/N one more time, a teasing smirk on his lips as he glanced at her one last time over his shoulder.
“Tell Hyunjin he needs to check his phone, please.”
Y/N felt like all the air had suddenly been knocked out of her lungs.
She watched them disappear in the crowd, eye twitching slightly, willing herself to calm the fuck down. He was definitely just messing with her. There’s no way he actually knew that Hyunjin was currently up in her room waiting on her to return with their drinks. There is absolutely no way.
“Okay,” She breathed out to herself, clutching the two plastic cups in her hands tighter, staring down at them like they might offer guidance, “This is fine. I’m fine. Everything’s fine.”
Everything was, in fact, not fine.
Her heart was pounding so hard as she started walking out of the kitchen that it felt ridiculous. Y/N had imagined meeting Hyunjin before, multiple times. She imagined meeting him at a fan-signing or across a barricade at a concert, but not like this—not at one of her sorority parties, and definitely not with him casually waiting in her bedroom like it was no big deal. Did he do this a lot? Why does he seem completely unaffected while she’s currently freaking the fuck out?
Each step up the stairs felt louder than it should have, the music still blaring in her ears. Someone had suddenly bumped into her shoulder as they passed her, sloshing one of the drinks dangerously close to the rim. She flinched, tightening her grip, exhaling sharply as she closed her eyes for a second, really trying to pull herself together. She opened them again, walking up the rest of the stairs slowly, and by the time she had finally reached the top, her pulse had climbed into her throat.
The hallway was slightly quieter, the bass fading into a distant thud. She kept walking towards the back of the hall, freezing in her steps once she saw her door was slightly open, a thin line of warm light spilling into the dark.
She stopped just before it. For a second, she thought about running back downstairs to down a couple of shots so she could just forget about this insane situation she was currently in. But she couldn’t do that—she wouldn’t do that. So she took in a deep breath, and nudged the door open with her hip, bracing herself for the worst.
Her heart stopped in her chest once she saw him. He was standing up, glancing at the numerous pictures she had pinned up on the wall in front of her desk, casually looking at them like he had all the time in the world. She tried to ignore the way her entire body felt hot when she noticed he was staring particularly hard at the picture of her and Kat at the beach, holding giant margaritas in their hands with their matching bikinis on.
She shifted a little on her feet, and he glanced up when he heard her, expression easing into a small smile, “Hi. I thought you abandoned me for a second there.”
Her brain briefly stopped working. Then, by some miracle, she had stepped inside fully, nudging the door shut behind her with her foot, holding the drinks steady.
“There was a, um, long line in the kitchen,” She managed to reply without her voice betraying her, and Hyunjin nodded like that made perfect sense.
“Oh, here, let me help you,” Hyunjin walked towards her with rushed steps. He took one of the cups, their fingers brushing for half a second, and she really hoped the lighting was dim enough to hide how warm her face suddenly felt.
“Did it spill on you?” He asked, referring to how her hand was covered in the drink from where someone had knocked into her going up the stairs.
“Oh, yeah. Someone bumped into me, but it’s fine,” She shrugged her shoulders in reply before glancing towards him with a small grin, “Not the first time that’s happened tonight.”
Hyunjin’s eyes glanced down her body briefly, and she couldn’t help the way her thighs clenched together, hoping he didn’t notice. However, the faint smirk that played on his lips as he glanced back at her told her he did.
“I should probably change,” Y/N blurted out suddenly, nervously, and Hyunjin’s eyes widened slightly, expression fading into something guilty as he nodded quickly.
“Oh, yes. I suppose that would be a wise choice,” He nodded quickly in reply, looking around the room a couple times, like he didn’t know what to do, “Should I, um, stand outside your door while you change?”
“Oh, no, you don’t have to! You already committed to the whole ruin my outfit thing tonight, so you might as well see it through.” She replied without thinking, cringing internally once those words left her mouth, because why did she say that?
Hyunjin let out a small, surprised laugh, and the sound rang heavenly in her ears. She turned away before he could see how much he was visibly affecting her, carefully setting her drink down on her desk before heading towards her drawer to pull it open, pretending to look for something to distract herself from her thoughts racing in her head.
“Yeah, I’m just going to have to wash this,” She spoke aloud more to herself than to him, glancing down her body one more time before standing back up, “Wait here. I’ll be back.”
Y/N slipped into the bathroom, closing the door halfway before leaning against the sink for half a second, trying to steady her breathing. She caught her reflection in the mirror—flushed, wide-eyed, very obviously trying to hold it together—and she let out a quiet laugh in disbelief, because what was her life right now?
It almost felt like one of those cringy scenarios she’s made up in her head before, because never in a million years would she be expecting to see Hwang Hyunjin at one of her sorority parties, standing in her room, patiently waiting on her to come out of the bathroom. It felt like a crazy K-Drama. It didn’t feel real.
She tried to shake off her nerves and sudden feeling of overwhelmingness by distracting herself with taking off her top and sliding her skirt down her legs. She cringed at the wet feeling, her skin a little sticky from where the Coke had been sitting there for too long, and she shivered at the coolness of the air, her nipples immediately hardening.
She threw her clothes into the dirty hamper they keep in the bathroom, turning around to grab her clean clothes to put on. Only when she glanced around to see where they were, they were nowhere in sight.
Y/N blinked. Did she not bring any of her clothes in here?
“Fucking fantastic,” She whispered to herself when coming to the realization that she did, in fact, forget to bring her clothes into the bathroom with her. And not only that, but she was now very much naked, with a very much real Hyunjin still waiting outside the door.
Fucking fantastic.
“Hey,” She called out for him without thinking, forcing her voice back to something steady, “I’m sorry for asking this, but do you mind grabbing one of my t-shirts in that drawer I left open? I have some shorts in the drawer below it too, if you don’t mind.”
“Yeah, sure.” His voice sounded a lot closer than she expected, and she jumped slightly, willing herself to get it the fuck together.
She heard him shuffling through her clothes and immediately wanted to throw herself out of the window. She should have just put her clothes back on and walked back out there herself. She’s probably making him so uncomfortable right now, and that’s the last thing she wants to do.
“Here,” His voice knocked her out of her thoughts, soft and low, and it had goosebumps immediately forming on her bare skin. She cleared her throat slightly, stepping behind the door as she opened it up just enough to reach out to grab ahold of the clothes. Their fingers brushed against each other as he handed it over, and it sent a ridiculous jolt up her arm.
“Thank you,” She shrieked out, quickly pulling her arm back and cracking the door back.
“Mhm,” He mumbled back, footsteps moving away from the door.
Y/N released a long breath, leaning over to place the clothes on the closed toilet seat. However, she suddenly froze upon realizing that what she was currently holding in her hands definitely was not one of her t-shirts, but a black hoodie that she knew didn’t belong to her.
She stared at it for a second, mouth gaped open in slight shock, feeling her entire face flush red. Did he just give her his own hoodie? His own hoodie from his back?
Holy shit.
“Um, Hyunjin?” She called his name again, heart beating out of her chest as she inspected the hoodie in her hands like it was one of her lab specimens from her biology class freshman year.
“Yes?” His reply was instant, slightly distant, feet shuffling towards the door again, making her want to vomit.
“This isn’t… this hoodie isn’t mine,” She squeaked out embarrassingly.
“Oh, yes, it’s mine,” He replied back like it was the most casual thing ever to lend her his own hoodie, “I just thought you might be cold in just shorts and a t-shirt. You can keep it, if you want. It’s the least I can do, since I did ruin your outfit.”
Y/N felt like she was about to pass out. How is this even real right now?
Y/N didn’t reply right away, staring at the hoodie like it might disappear if she blinked too hard. Did Hwang Hyunjin just say she could wear his hoodie? And not only that, but keep it?
Holy. Shit.
“I am sorry,” He spoke again through the door, knocking her out of her trance she was in, “I did not mean to make you uncomfortable. I can bring you a t-shirt. Give me one second.”
“No!” She yelled out instantly, cringing at how desperate she sounded, “I-I mean, it’s okay! That’s very thoughtful of you to do that. Thank you. I’ll wear it.”
She gulped loudly, quickly sliding on the pair of black shorts he had picked out for her before slipping the hoodie over her head. She got a whiff of his cologne instantly, and wanted to scream at how good he smelled.
The hoodie swallowed her whole, covering her shorts completely. At a glance in the mirror, it looked like she wasn’t even wearing any shorts at all, and she found herself blushing again at that thought. The sleeves of his hoodie covered her hands, and she brushed through her hair once before releasing another deep breath, feeling wildly insane, because how is this actually happening right now?
After slightly panicking for half a second, she opened the door, closing it back softly behind her as she walked back into her room. Hyunjin was standing near the bed, fidgeting with his baseball cap that Y/N just now realized he took off, her eyes widening slightly as she took a good look at him. He was now only in a white t-shirt, slightly baggy at the bottom, his bare arms now on display. His hair was long, messily tucked behind his ears, and it looked so soft. Blonde hair suited him well, and it was always one of her favorite looks of his. He was so beautiful that she couldn’t bring herself to look away now that she has a much better view of his face.
“Hm,” He hummed out lightly, catching her attention as she jumped slightly, “It suits you well.”
Y/N felt her mouth go dry. “Oh,” She breathed out, feeling her hands start to sweat, “Thank you. You… smell really good.”
Hyunjin must have saw how embarrassed she looked once those words left her mouth as he grinned in amusement, a low chuckle falling from his lips that made her weak at the knees.
She should sit down.
“You can sit on my bed,” She gestured to the bed quickly, walking over to the desk to grab his drink that was now sitting beside hers. He must have placed it there, “I don’t mind at all. You can put your hat on the bed, too, or on the desk. Whatever you want.”
“Okay. Thank you,” He smiled again, cautiously sitting down on the edge of her bed, sitting his hat behind him. Y/N held his drink out towards him, her hand shaking slightly as she did so, his fingers brushing against hers once again and shooting that same spark up her entire arm. She tried to ignore it, taking a step back to grab ahold of her own drink before sinking down to the floor in front of him, sitting crisscross applesauce. It felt easier sitting here than thinking about how close he was if she sat beside him.
He noticed, because of course he did.
“Do you always sit on the floor?” He asked, slightly confused, slightly curious.
“Only when I don’t trust myself to act normal,” She blurted out a reply.
“Oh,” He raised an eyebrow, “That bad?”
Y/N tilted her head, considering his words, licking her lips nervously, “It was. I think I’m stabilizing now, though.”
“Good,” A small smile tugged at his mouth. Y/N nodded in reply, taking a small sip of her drink in attempts to distract herself. She could feel his gaze on her, and it made her entire body feel hot.
He shifted suddenly, and Y/N glanced back at him to see that he was now sliding off her bed to sit on the floor beside her.
She blinked. “You don’t have to—“
“I know,” He interrupted her gently, mirroring her position. His knee brushed against hers ever so slightly, “It feels less uneven like this. And I just… want to be beside you.”
His slight confession had her wanting to melt into this floor. She glanced at him again, suddenly no longer seeing him as the person she had watched perform on stage through her laptop screen, but as someone choosing to sit on her bedroom floor with her so she wouldn’t feel out of place.
“Thank you,” She said quietly, and he nodded once, like it wasn’t a big deal.
Y/N watched as he moved his gaze towards the drink in his hands, staring at it like he was debating whether he wanted to drink it or not. “You don’t have to drink it if you don’t want to. It won’t offend me,” She piped up beside him, and he glanced over at her once before focusing back on the liquid in the cup.
“It’s not that. I just… I’m not really allowed to drink alcohol,” He confessed quietly, and Y/N immediately started to feel bad for making him one in the first place.
“But I won’t tell if you don’t,” He added in quickly, lips curling into a faint smirk as he flicked his gaze back over to her.
“Of course I won’t. I signed a NDA, remember?” She laughed out, taking another sip of her drink, “I just don’t want you to get in trouble. Or do something you don’t want to.”
“I couldn’t care less about that,” He mumbled to himself before taking a small sip. Something about the way he said it had her chest feeling tight.
He hummed at the taste, eyebrows raising as he took another sip. “You’re not even going to ask me what’s in it?” Y/N asked teasingly, shifting her body a little, her knee brushing against his again.
“Don’t need to. If you made it, I’m sure it’s good,” He shrugged his shoulders, licking his lips once he pulled the cup away from his mouth, “Plus, I trust you. I know you won’t poison me.”
“That’s… very bold of you to assume,” She smirked at him slightly, trying to appear completely un-fazed at his words when she’s anything but.
“Hm. Is it?” He grinned, tilting his head to the side as he peered at her over the rim of his cup. He looked so pretty Y/N had a really hard time believing he was actually real.
His eyes glanced back over towards the pictures above her desk, flicking his head in their direction, “You are Kat’s roommate?”
“Yeah, I am,” She followed his gaze before glancing back over at him, “We’ve been best friends since our freshman year here. The messier side of the room is hers, if you can’t tell.”
“She is just like Chan,” Hyunjin shook his head in amusement as his eyes raked over her side of the room briefly, “Chan is also messy. No wonder they get along so well.”
At the mention of Chan, Y/N suddenly thought back to his comment he made earlier while they were in the kitchen. She chewed on her lip, debating if she should bring it up or not.
“Does Chan know you’re up here with me?” She decided to ask instead, chewing on her bottom lip softly.
“No,” He replied quietly, tracing the rim of his cup with one of his fingers, “I… didn’t tell him. I didn’t tell anyone.”
Y/N nodded, this weird feeling overcoming her all of a sudden. She almost felt guilty, in a way, as they both know he definitely shouldn’t be up here with her right now, sitting beside her so casually, drinking alcohol like it wasn’t a big deal. She shouldn’t have invited him up to her room with her. She’s being selfish by keeping him up here.
“You are overthinking,” Hyunjin’s voice was soft, eyes gentle, “Don’t. There are many things I’m not allowed to do. This is just the first time in a long time I decided I don’t want to listen.”
Y/N smiled at that, and he mirrored her expression instantly. His smile was so beautiful that it had her heart doing flips in her chest over and over again.
“I’m really glad you’re up here with me,” Y/N spoke shyly, sitting her cup on the floor in front of her, lightly tracing the sleeve of his hoodie.
“Me too,” The way he said it was so genuine that it pulled at something tight in her chest. His eyes were dancing across her face, trailing down her body briefly before looking back at her. She felt her neck flush.
“Can I ask you something?”
Y/N nodded her head, not trusting herself to speak. He was looking at her more carefully now, like he was choosing his next words cautiously, “Why do you like us?”
She didn’t answer right away. It wasn’t the question herself that had her stuck, but it was the fact that he was asking her. She’d been asked that question before in passing conversations with friends or online, but coming from him, sitting here with him like this, it felt different. It felt less like small talk, and more like he actually wanted to understand.
“That’s a dangerous question,” Her lips quirked, mindlessly picking at the edge of the plastic cup.
“How so?”
“If I say something embarrassing, I won’t be able to take it back.”
He chuckled lightly, taking another sip of his drink, “I won’t use it against you. Probably.”
“Wow. That’s reassuring.”
“No, I’m serious,” He laughed, adjusting his body a little closer towards her. She noticed the small action, biting her lip to hide her grin.
“Well, obviously, the music is great. And the way you all perform on stage is truly mesmerizing. You can tell you work so hard to give your best every time, and I find that very admirable,” She glanced away from him then, like she was embarrassed to be saying this out loud, “But it was also just more like… consistently, I guess. Like, no matter what was going on in my life, there was always something new to look forward to. A song, a video, even just updates on Bubble.”
She shrugged, a little self-conscious now, “It sounds weird when I say it out loud.”
“It doesn’t,” He replied quickly, and Y/N glanced back up at him shyly.
“It really doesn’t,” He repeated himself, a little quieter this time, and Y/N swallowed thickly, feeling very hot under his gaze.
“I think it was also… the feeling that someone out there was working hard, even when I wasn’t. Or when I couldn’t. It made me feel… less stuck, I guess.”
Y/N hated how vulnerable her words came out, and she cleared her throat slightly, shifting a little before bringing the drink back up to her lips, taking a small sip. Hyunjin was looking at her with an expression she couldn’t quite make out, his head tilted just slightly as he listened to her. He looked so endearing like this.
“Do you… ever feel stuck?” She found herself asking, immediately regretting the words once they came out of her mouth. She had no business prying into his personal life like this.
“All the time,” He answered before Y/N could apologize for her question, the honestly of it catching her completely off guard. He let out a quiet breath, leaning his head back against the side of her bed, “I mean, it’s a different kind of stuck, but it’s still there.”
“How?”
He was quiet for a second, like he was deciding what to say, eyes trailing across her face once again. “Sometimes, it feels like everything is already decided for me. What I do, where I go, how I act. Even how I’m supposed to feel about things,” He gave a small, almost self-aware laugh, “There’s always a version of me that people expect, and it’s just… easier to stay in it.”
Y/N nodded slowly, feeling a pang in her chest at how tired his expression was, at how strained his voice was. She can’t even begin to imagine what he has to go through—what idols have to go through—on a daily basis. She wanted to reach out and grab ahold of his hand, give him a safe space to vent if he needed to, but held herself back. She didn’t want to make him uncomfortable, and it wouldn’t be appropriate.
“People think they know me, or know a version of me,” He tilted his head towards her, eyes catching the low light the lamp spread across the room, “Which version of me do you like better?”
His words had her breath catching in her throat, her body going stiff. There was an unreadable look in his eyes, but an underlying sense of vulnerability hidden in the way he said it.
“I don’t know this one yet.”
Her words hung in the air for a minute, and Y/N wondered for a second if she shouldn’t have said that.
“Then ask me something else.”
Y/N hesitated, but only for a second. “Are you happy?”
“That’s what you go with?” Hyunjin laughed quietly, although there was no actual humor behind it.
Y/N felt her cheeks heating up in slight embarrassment, “You said to ask you something else. That’s my question.”
He studied her for a long moment, almost like he was deciding whether to give her the truth or something else, his gaze burning her skin. “Sometimes, yes. I’m happy on stage, around the members, and in certain moments,” He replied softly, fingers tracing the rim of the solo cup absentmindedly, “But… it’s complicated.”
“Yeah, I can imagine,” Y/N nodded her head lightly, “You don’t look like someone who gets to be just one thing, you know? That kind of life… your kind of life… it just stretches you.”
Something in Hyunjin’s expression softened at that, and he shifted a little closer towards her. “You’re good at that.”
“At what?”
“Seeing people.”
Y/N shrugged, suddenly feeling very shy under his gaze and close proximity, “Only when they let me.”
He didn’t say anything. The back of her neck felt hot, and she cleared her throat awkwardly, taking another sip of her drink as she avoided his reaction. She could feel his gaze boring holes into the side of her face, and it had her pulse drumming against her skin.
“What about you? Are you happy?” He asked lowly, the tone of his voice causing her to visibly shiver.
“You don’t have to ask me that just because I did,” She laughed quietly, trying to act like the question didn’t even faze her, lower-half of her face still covered by her cup.
“I’m not. I’m asking because I want to.”
She lowered the cup slowly, working up the courage to flicker her eyes back towards him. There was something different in his expression now, focusing entirely on her in a way that made her chest tighten.
“I think I’m still figuring that out,” She admitted softly, “I guess I’m kind of like you, in a way. I feel like I spend a lot of time doing what I’m supposed to do, and not what I want to do.”
“And what do you want to do?” His response was instant, the question lingering in the air. Her fingers tightened slightly around the cup at the intensity of his gaze.
“Right now?” She asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Hyunjin placed his drink down on the floor beside him carefully before leaning in towards her. It wasn’t close enough to close the space between them, but it was close enough that she could feel the warmth of him, and that was enough to have her spiraling.
“Yeah,” He murmured out, his breath lightly fanning her face, “Right now.”
Y/N’s pulse picked up, sudden and undeniable. She could feel it in her throat, in her wrist, in her neck, everywhere. Her eyes searched his face, looking for any trace of amusement, anything to show her he was just messing with her right now. But there was nothing. It was just him, waiting.
“I want for you to stop looking at me like that.”
His lips curved into a smirk, slow and knowing, “Like what?”
“Like you already know my answer.” She breathed out, breathless, feeling like her head was spinning.
He inched closer, softly grabbing her own drink from her slightly trembling hands, eyes never leaving hers as he gently placed it down on the floor next to his. Y/N noticed that he had intentionally placed them a good bit out of their reach, and couldn’t help the way her thighs clenched at that realization. His eyes flickered down to them once before he was looking back into her own, gaze darkening into something she had only seen in his intense choreographies—that same gaze that had always drawn her towards him. Except now, instead of it focusing on a camera, it was focused directly on her.
“Maybe I do.”
Her breath caught in her throat when he moved closer, hands lightly brushing against hers where it now rested on the floor. “I think…” He trailed off lowly, eyes dropping briefly towards her lips, then back up, “I think you want me a little closer than this.”
He let his hand settle fully over hers now, his thumb tracing a slow, absentminded line along the back of her hand. She felt her throat closing up, his touch shooting sparks up her entire body, and she felt like she was really about to pass out now.
“And?” She asked, barely breathing now.
His hand moved from the back of her hand to rest against her inner thigh, the contact against her bare skin making her body jolt. Her lips parted, leg twitching just slightly, and he leaned in a little closer, his scent making her feel dizzy.
“And I think… you want me to kiss you, to touch you, to make you feel good,” His hand traveled a little higher up, brushing against the hem of her shorts, “Am I right?”
“Yes,” She whined out, not even embarrassed at how desperate she sounded, “You… you already know you are.”
She un-crossed her legs, leaning her body back, and Hyunjin immediately crawled in-between them, chasing her mouth with his. His lips brushed against hers ever so softly. Y/N couldn’t help the small whimper that escaped her mouth from the slight contact, because is he about to kiss her right now?
Holy shit.
“This is a bad idea,” She let out without thinking, feeling her nerves eating at her entire body.
Hyunjin let out a soft breath, almost a laugh, but it carried the same tension twisting in her chest, “Definitely. But I really don’t give a fuck.”
Her legs clamped around his body at his words, a soft whine falling from her lips as she leaned her head back, closing her eyes briefly, attempting to steady her breathing. She gasped loudly once she felt his lips lightly grazing the exposed skin of her neck, eyes shooting open in slight shock, leaning back on her hands. The tension that had been simmering between them snapped into something undeniable—heat, urgency, a kind of reckless honestly that neither of them had allowed before.
She was breathing heavy, tilting her head to the side to give him better access, biting her lip as she felt his lips kiss up towards her ear oh so slowly. “Do you want me?” He breathed out lowly.
“Yes,” She replied instantly, the word coming out breathless and whiny, “I want you so bad. You know how much I want you, Hyunjin. Please.”
That seemed to be what he needed to hear, because within seconds, his mouth was clashing into hers with so much force that it had her falling back onto the floor behind them. He came down with her, caging her in, a low moan rumbling in his chest as his mouth worked against her own. His hand slid underneath her shorts, grazing lightly against her panties, the other holding his body up.
“Is this okay?” He breathed out into her mouth, finger just barely brushing against her clit.
“Yes, yes, please,” She whined out, spreading her legs more for him, feeling dazed as fuck.
He didn’t waste any time in slipping his hand underneath her panties, both of them moaning out at the feeling. He dipped a finger in her pussy before moving it up to start circling her clit, working fast against her.
“Ssibal,” (Fuck), Hyunjin moaned out lowly, the sound sending shivers down her spine in the absolute best way, “You are… so wet. Is this for me?”
“Y-yes,” She cried out, hips jerking up with each hard flick against her clit, “I-I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
“Sorry?” He let out in complete disbelief, Y/N’s hands turning into fists beside her, already feeling like she was about to cum all over his finger—just one finger, “Do not be sorry about that. I want you to drench my entire hand. Understand?”
His words only had her dripping down her thighs even more. Y/N nodded rapidly, feeling too worked up to properly reply, and he cursed again, suddenly pulling his hand out of her shorts completely. Y/N whined at the loss of contact, feeling slightly embarrassed as she glanced at him. Did she do something wrong?
“I need to see you,” He breathed out, pupils blown wide, “Will you let me?”
It took her a second to figure out what he meant, quickly nodding her head back and forth, as if she’d ever deny him anything.
Her hips lifted as he grabbed ahold of her shorts, quickly tugging them down her legs, along with her panties, leaving her completely bare from the waist down—completely bare for him from the waist down.
She suddenly felt hyper-aware at the fact that her pussy was now very much in his direct view and that she was, embarrassingly enough, dripping onto her floor. She felt her face turning red, felt his hands creeping back in-between her thighs to spread them wider for him, and she couldn’t even bring herself to be embarrassed once she felt his fingers on her again.
“Is this okay?” Hyunjin rasped out, fingers working against her clit in a way that had her vision starting to blur.
“Yes, yes, fuck,” She moaned out, throwing her head back against the floor, eyes screwing shut as she started to grind against his hand. She heard him moan lowly before inserting two fingers inside her, the slight stretch making her let out a low moan.
“Fuck, neo jinjja wiheomhae,” (You’re really dangerous) Hyunjin moaned out lowly, thrusting his fingers in and out at a pace that had her feeling hot, “So wet… you are soaking in my fingers. How does it feel? Hm? Malhae.” (Tell me).
“S-so good. Feels so good… I think I’m g-gonna… oh fuck,” She babbled out, his fingers hitting that sweet spot inside her so perfectly that it had her back arching, her mouth falling open as a warmth flooded through her entire body.
“Not yet,” He grunted out, abruptly slipping his fingers out of her pussy. She let out a loud whine at the sudden loss of contact, feeling like she could cry from how quickly her orgasm was taken away from her.
“Hyunjin,” She whined out his name, desperately rubbing her legs together to chase some sort of friction that he deprived her from, “Why… why did you stop?”
He didn’t reply. Y/N felt his body moving, felt his hands trailing down her legs as he gently held them open, and she opened her eyes to glance at him to see what he was doing. She couldn’t help the loud gasp that escaped her mouth when she saw him.
He was lying on his stomach, one hand softly resting against her left thigh, the other spreading her lips apart as he gazed at her pussy so intensely. She could feel his warm breath lightly fanning against her pussy, his lips parted as he watched his fingers move against her.
“Hyunjin,” She whimpered out, squirming a little at his gaze, really trying not to cum all over his face right now because what the fuck?
“Want to taste you. Been wanting to taste you all night,” He admitted lowly, tilting his head slightly as he licked his lips, finger flicking against her clit, causing a moan to fall from her lips, “Want you to cum on my mouth so bad. Will you?”
And fuck, if he doesn’t do something soon, Y/N is literally going to cum on his pretty face completely untouched.
“You can do anything you want to me,” She breathed out, not even caring how needy she sounded, “Just make me cum, please.”
“So needy, jagiya,” (Baby), He smirked, rubbing her thigh softly, face inching even closer to her pussy. Y/N understood what that word meant, feeling like she was about to combust for real this time, because only in her deepest, darkest dreams has she imagined him calling her that.
“Oh, fuck,” She moaned out once he licked a long stripe up her pussy, her hips jerking at the feeling. His tongue was so warm and soft and wet against her that it had her hands immediately reaching down to grip at the back of his head.
“S-sorry,” She breathed out once she realized what she just did, her hands letting go of his head as she balled them into fists beside her. He grunted into her, hands wrapping around her own as he guided them back towards the back of his head, Y/N’s fingers twitching at how soft his hair was.
“You can touch me, jagiya,” He mumbled against her, squeezing her hands once before letting go, “You can do whatever you want to me.”
Y/N didn’t even have time to react before his mouth was back on her, lapping against her entrance, moaning into her with every flick of his tongue. She tugged harshly at his hair, back arching in absolute bliss as he rapidly flicked his tongue against her clit, two of his fingers curling up into her pussy, instantly hitting that same spot that had her moaning out his name.
“Na jom bwa,” (Look at me) Hyunjin let out in-between flicks of his tongue, adding in a third finger and thrusting into her at a pace that had her eyes starting to roll in the back of her head, “I want to see your pretty face when you fall apart for me.”
She whined out his name, willing herself to glance down at him. That same warmth that flooded through her earlier came back at full force once she saw him quite literally devouring her pussy like it’s the best thing he’s tasted, his gaze dark, sensual, completely focused on her. “Yes. Nahante jipjunghae,” (Eyes on me) He hummed into her, lips curling around her clit and sucking so hard that it had her seeing stars.
She came with a loud cry of his name, body spazzing out completely as she tightened her legs around his face, riding out her high by grinding onto his face. She kept moaning out his name, felt his hands rubbing up and down her thighs as he moved his head in perfect sync with her hips, still eating her pussy like it’s the only thing he knows how to do.
Y/N felt like her soul just left her entire body. She felt like she was floating, her body felt limp, and her pussy was fluttering in all the right ways.
She leaned her head back on the ground, trying to steady her breathing, eyes glancing up at the ceiling. She felt so wet, could feel her cum and Hyunjin’s spit dripping in-between her thighs. She should have been embarrassed—mortified, even. But Hyunjin just gave her quite literally the best orgasm she’s ever had in her entire life, and she feels like she could now die in peace.
He was moving up her body, leaving light kisses against her legs as he made his way up, humming against her skin softly. Her eyes fluttered shut once she felt his hands slowly lifting up his hoodie, leaving a trail of kisses all over her stomach before pulling the fabric back down to cover her, stuffing his face into the side of her neck.
“Feel good?” He asked lowly into her ear, kissing just below her earlobe.
“Yes, so good,” Y/N breathed out, leaning her head to the side to give him more room. He hummed against her neck, his hands softly playing with the bottom of his hoodie.
“Was that okay?”
“Yes, definitely okay,” She replied quickly, trying to swallow down the dryness in her throat, “You made me feel so good, Hyunjin.”
He leaned his face up, and Y/N turned her head to face him, breath hitching in her throat at how close they were. His entire mouth was glistening in her cum, his lips slightly swollen and parted, and Y/N had the sudden urge to kiss him and taste herself on him. So, she did.
He kissed her back with just as much desperation, head tilting as he kissed her deeper, his hand coming up to rest behind her neck, guiding her into him. Hyunjin was such a good kisser. She could kiss him every single day for the rest of her life and be more than content.
“We really shouldn’t be doing this,” She breathed out a moan in his mouth, his teeth clashing against hers.
“Probably not,” He agreed, yet it didn’t stop him.
Y/N bit his bottom lip softly, leaning up to crawl in-between his legs and into his lap, gasping into his mouth once she felt how hard he was through his jeans. Her hands were tightly clutching the bottom of his t-shirt, his dick rocking against her pussy, and she felt her head spinning.
Hyunjin gripped her hips, guiding her to grind against his dick, pupils blown wide as he gazed down at her, “Do you still want me, jagiya?”
“You know I do, Hyunjin,” She whined out, his dick hitting against her clit just right that it had her entire body lighting up again.
He stopped her movements against him, and she glanced at him, very confused and slightly nervous, watching as he studied her for a second before flicking his head over towards her bed.
“Can you get on the bed for me?”
Y/N nodded her head, moving off his body as Hyunjin stood up, his hands reaching out towards her as he helped her stand. Her legs felt like jello, slightly unbalanced in his grip, no doubt a side effect of the mind-blowing orgasm she just had. His hands trailed down towards her hips, jerking her body towards him as he dug his face back into the side of her neck, softly nipping at the skin as he led them both towards the bed.
The back of her knees suddenly hit the edge of the bed and she gasped in surprise once he pushed her to sit down. He kicked her legs apart, standing between them, looking down at her with a gaze so hungry that it had her pussy clenching around nothing.
“Scoot back for me,” He lightly commanded, gripping the bottom of his t-shirt, slowly pulling it over his head.
Y/N couldn’t help the small shriek that escaped her mouth at the sight of his bare chest, eyes seemingly mesmerized at how beautiful he was. His skin was so smooth, so defined, so lean, that it had her wanting—no, needing—to touch him all over and make him feel as good as he just made her. Without thinking, she placed her hands on his lower abdomen, moaning lightly as she traced his abs with his fingers before tugging at the button of his jeans.
He swat her hands away, the action startling her, her face immediately flushing in embarrassment. She had opened her mouth to stutter out a string of apologies, when his low voice interrupted her.
“I said, scoot back on the bed. Maybe if you listen to me, you will get what you want, hm?”
It was embarrassing how fast she obeyed him, scrambling backwards on the bed, legs clamped shut in front of her. “Mal jal deutne,” (You listen so well) He grinned, hands slowly coming down to tease at the button on his jeans, her breath hitching in her throat.
Hyunjin cocked his head to the side, popping the button off as he watched her intently, “Take my hoodie off.”
Y/N hesitated, but only for a second before gripping the bottom of the hoodie, holding her breath once she slipped it over her head. Heat pooled in-between her legs once she forced herself to look at him again, his gaze dark as his eyes danced across her chest.
“Fuck,” He mumbled out, toying with the zipper on his jeans. His eyes traveled back up towards her face, “Are you sure you want this? With me?”
Y/N felt her heart fall into her ass. Is she sure? She’s never been so sure of anything in her entire life.
“Yes,” She breathed out, voice slightly wavering despite her attempts of keeping it even, “I want you, Hyunjin.”
He let out a pleased hum, slowly stepping out of his jeans, leaving him in just his Calvin’s. Y/N’s eyes instantly settled in-between his legs, whimpering at how thick and delicious he looked straining against his briefs. She rubbed her thighs together even harder, feeling like she could cum from just looking at him, because how can someone look like this?
“Spread your legs for me, jagiya, and let me see how much you really want me.” He commanded lowly, goosebumps forming on her skin from the tone of his voice—a stark contrast from what she was used to watching him online.
The cool air against her pussy made her shiver once she spread her legs, and he groaned lowly, sinking down into the bed as he began to crawl towards her, immediately clashing his mouth against hers as he settled his body on top of her. Her hands instantly tangled themselves in his long hair, tugging at the soft strands, pulling him even closer.
His lips were like heaven. They were so soft and so plush and he tasted so good in her mouth that she couldn’t get enough.
“You are… so addicting,” He mumbled into her mouth, his hands reaching between them to tug his underwear down. His cock sprang free, rubbing against her pussy as she shifted her hips up, and she gasped into him, grinding her hips up against him more. She didn’t dare look down. She thinks she might black out if she did.
He cursed into her mouth, their teeth clashing against each other, and she shivered once she felt the head of cock lightly brushing her entrance. “Can I… will you let me fuck you?” He panted out, forehead resting against hers as he stared at her.
“Yes, yes, please,” She babbled out, high on adrenaline and everything Hwang Hyunjin, “Please fuck me, Hyunjin. Please, please,”
“Condoms?” He strained out, looking like he was this close to losing his mind.
“In… in the drawer…” She breathed out, feeling like if he doesn’t grab it fast enough, she would, too.
As soon as he pulled off of her, he was already back on her before she could properly form a thought. She watched him, legs spread and pussy clenching, as he rolled the condom on his very large cock, her eyes about to pop out of her head from how delicious he looked doing it. He winced once he got it on, crawling back in-between her legs to rub his cock against her.
“It’s a little snug, but it’ll do,” He smirked lightly, biting his lip as he sat back on the heels of his feet, watching his cock glide between her folds.
Y/N flushed at his comment, hips jolting once he started to circle the head of his cock against her clit. “So wet for me… always so wet for me,” He hummed, a little dazed, “You’ve been wanting this for a while, yes? Wanting me?”
Y/N felt her cheeks burning, biting her lip, refusing to answer him. “Please… please…”
“Answer me,” He slapped her pussy with his cock, and she moaned loudly, the bass outside her door thumping in sync with her heartbeat, “Tell me. Tell me how obsessed you are with me, and I’ll fuck this pretty pussy.”
“I… I’ve wanted this for so long,” She strained out, face flushed hot, gasping once she felt the head of his dick slowly slipping in, the slight stretch making her feel insane, “Fuck… A-always knew you were my bias, even when I watched your D-District 9 performance… I-I was mesmerized by the way you rapped, the way your body moved, h-how much stage presence you carried,”
He slipped inside her a little bit more, a long moan falling from her lips as he urged her to keep going. “B-but it’s not just the obvious things. It’s the parts of you that don’t feel practiced… the parts of you that happen when you think nobody is paying attention,” She breathed out, holding his gaze, “I’ve been paying attention.”
Silence settled in, but it felt intentional—it felt close. He was still gazing down at her, one hand on the base of his dick, the other resting against her thigh. His eyes were flickering with something Y/N couldn’t make out, and she clenched around him once he moved forward ever so slightly.
“I think those things matter. How you never interrupt people when you have something to say. And when you laugh, there’s always that half-second where you process it first, like it has to be real before you let yourself react,” She whined out softly, knowing this is probably the worst time to say all of this but it’s her truth, “They matter because they’re honest. You don’t smooth them out or hide them. It just… it makes you feel real to me.”
“You feel real to me, too,” He groaned lowly, leaning his body over hers to catch her lips in his own. Her legs wrapped around his waist, hands coming up to rest at the back of his neck. She dug her heels into his ass, urging him to push all the way into her, his head falling into the crook of her neck.
“This is a bad idea,” He roughly mumbled into her neck, hands tightening around her hips.
“Yeah,” Y/N breathed, heart pounding in her throat, hands loosening just slightly on the back of his head.
He raised his head to look at her again, and whatever he saw there made his expression soften for her for half a second before it disappeared again under something more intense.
Then he was kissing her again, with zero hesitation this time. He kissed her like he wanted to, like there was no more pretending that they didn’t know exactly what they were doing. She pulled him closer, as if there had never been a chance she wouldn’t. His dick slid past her folds, stretching her open a little bit more. She moaned his name again, soft, pleading, desperate.
“You are… so beautiful, Y/N,” He let out softly, a little breathless, his hands gently caressing her thighs as he held onto them, “Neoneun naega bon saram junge gajang areumdawo,” (You are the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen).
The words she wanted to say to him got caught in her throat once he bottomed out completely, the feel of him making her eyes cross. His moan was so loud, so deep and guttural, that it had her clenching around him instantly, provoking another sound to ring oh so heavenly in her ears.
“Oh, fuck, you’re so tight,” He hissed out, hotly panting into her skin.
Y/N moaned in response, feeling so full with him inside her, hands rubbing all over his shoulders, his arms, his back, everywhere. She hasn’t slept with someone in so long that she almost forgot what it even felt like, not that she has hooked-up with many people to begin with. But even then, nothing could compare to how perfect Hyunjin’s cock was stuffing her full right now.
“Hyunjin,” She whimpered his name out, feeling like she might die if he doesn’t move soon.
“Fuck, I’m sorry,” He replied instantly, grip tight on her hips, his breath coming out in rapid pants against her neck, “I’m so sorry. It’s been awhile, for me. I just need a second, otherwise this will be over very quickly.”
“It’s… been awhile for me, too,” She swallowed thickly, nails lightly grazing his back, “It’s okay. Take your time. I’ll be here.”
She immediately wanted to slap herself upside the head, because of fucking course she’ll be here. Where the fuck else is she supposed to go?
Hyunjin breathed out a small laugh, “I sure hope so.”
He started moving again, slowly, pulling out just a little to lightly thrust back into her. He lowly grunted at the movement, repeating the same action, mumbling out a few curses.
Hyunjin leaned his head up, eyes dancing across Y/N’s face a couple times before biting his bottom lip, readjusting himself to lean back on his heels, getting back in the same position he was in before. Y/N’s breath hitched, toes slightly curling from how his cock shifted inside her, watching him expectantly.
“Legs up.”
She lifted her legs up, his hands coming down to rest on her thighs, spreading her open wider for him. He groaned lowly once he flickered his gaze down, seemingly mesmerized by the sight of her pussy swallowing his cock. Y/N whimpered at the sight, feeling herself drenching down her thighs, having the sudden urge to reach one of her hands down to rub against her clit.
He glanced back at her again, “Eyes on me while I fuck you.”
A sudden, quick thrust of his hips knocked the air out of her lungs. Her body jolted backwards, a loud moan falling from her lips, and she threw her head back, eyes screwing shut in complete bliss.
A harsh smack to the side of her thigh had her eyes popping back open, gasping loudly at the sting that lingered there. “Keep your eyes on me, jagiya. I don’t like to repeat myself. You will figure that out soon enough.”
A choked moan fell from her lips as he snapped his hips back into her. She leaned her head forward, forcing it to stay upright as she watched him, a faint smirk grazing his lips. “Good girl,” He hummed, grabbing ahold of her thighs, leaning his body back a little, “Now watch me make you fall apart all over my cock.”
A scream rippled through her once he snapped his hips back into hers, fucking into her at a pace so rough and relentless that it had her vision blurring. Her pussy was so wet, sucking him in greedily, taking everything he was giving her.
“H-Hyunjin,” She choked out his name, mind clouding with desire, her hands coming up to grab at her breasts, tugging at her nipples, “F-feels so good… fuck me… so good… mhm… fuck,”
“Yes, jagiya,” He growled, gaze darkening as he watched her playing with herself, his balls slapping against her ass with every thrust forward, “You like playing with your little nipples while I fuck this tight pussy? Hm? You feel me stretching you out, claiming you as mine?”
“Yes, yes, fuck,” She babbled out, her head hitting against her bed frame, but she didn’t care, “S-stretch me out so good, Hyunjin. W-wanna be yours. Let me be your slut, please.”
His eyes widened at her words, his grip tightening on her thighs, a completely new expression forming on his face. “Yeah?” He gave a fucked out smirk, his hair falling into his face, making him look so delectable that it had her feeling absolutely feral, “Wanna be my little slut for the night? Want me to stuff you full of my cock, make a mess in your pussy?”
“Fuck, yes, please,” She whined out with each sharp thrust, “P-please… wanna cum so bad on your cock, want you to s-stuff me full with your cum… please, please, please.”
Y/N knew she was out of her fucking mind and he most definitely will not be doing that, but she was living out one of her wildest fantasies right now, and she’ll be damned if she doesn’t make the most of it.
He growled out something in Korean Y/N didn’t understand, and her entire body started to feel warm, that familiar pit forming in her stomach, threatening to explode, “F-fuck, Hyunjin, I’m g-gonna…”
Her body was suddenly shoved to the side, face half-way stuffed into her mattress as his dick slipped out of her, an embarrassingly wet sound from her pussy ringing in her ears. She clenched around nothing, a gasp falling from her mouth once he bent one of her legs up, resting her ankle on his shoulder.
He was already thrusting into her again before she could form a thought, the new angle causing his cock to hit deeper inside her, making her eyes roll into the back of her head. “Hyunjin, fuck, yes, right there, f-fuck, please don’t stop,” She cried out, hands gripping the comforter under her so tight her knuckles turned white, drool falling down the corner of her mouth as he fucked her fast and hard. She felt the high rushing up towards her head, consuming every single inch of her body, and she threw her head back, body jerking with another loud cry of his name.
“Fuck!” She whined out once his cock slipped out of her again, unable to stop the tears from falling down her face at the second loss of what she just knew was going to be the best orgasm she would ever have in her entire life.
She clawed at the sheets beneath her, sobbing, her pussy throbbing and pride slowly faltering. “Hyunjin,” She cried softly, so desperate to cum that she found herself reaching her hand down towards her clit, “W-why…”
She was pushed onto her stomach before her fingers could circle her clit, her face buried into her comforter. She felt him lifting her hips up, her back instantly arching so perfectly for him, and he groaned lowly, hands harshly kneading her asscheeks as he sat up on his knees behind her.
“You said you wanted to be my slut, didn’t you?” He rasped out behind her, hand grabbing a fist full of her hair as he pulled her head up. She moaned out at the feeling, at how dominant he sounded, mind feeling fuzzy as she processed what was actually happening right now.
Hyunjin was a fucking freak. And she fucking loved it.
“Answer me,” He slapped her ass with his other hand, and she pressed her ass towards him in response.
“Yes, Hyunjin, I’m your slut.”
He pushed her head back down, stuffing the side of her face into the mattress as he leaned down over her, his dick lightly grazing in-between her asscheeks. She shivered at the feeling, moaning lightly once she felt his lips nipping against her ear.
“That’s right, jagiya. You want to be my slut, you’re going to get fucked like one,” He whispered hotly in her ear, accent making her weak at her motherfucking knees, “Now be my good girl and fucking take it.”
Y/N cried into the mattress once he started fucking her again, spreading her asscheeks apart as he abused her pussy. Her mouth was gaped open, moans falling from her mouth as he pounded into her relentlessly.
“So fucking wet,” Hyunjin groaned out, gripping her even harder as he fucked her deeper, “Feel so good sucking me in. You like this? Hm? Like my cock splitting your tight pussy open like this? Like being stuffed full with a cock this big?”
“Yes! Fuck, yes!” She cried out, “L-love your cock… fucking me so good… so good…”
Y/N felt drunk. She felt drunk on his lips, on his touch, on his cock, on his everything—and she never wanted to sober up. He was moaning out her name, switching back and forth between English and Korean, and Y/N found herself pushing her ass back into him, needing to feel him more. She’d claw her way into his skin if she could.
She arched her back more, bouncing her ass back off his cock, the force causing his grip on her hips to falter ever so slightly. “Fuck,” He groaned out behind her, loosing his rhythm, and she took this opportunity to glance at him over her shoulder, pussy clenching once she saw how fucked out he looked watching her pussy suck him in.
She fucked back into him even harder, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he tilted his head back, loud whines falling from his pretty lips. He was letting her take control, letting her use him, letting her fuck back on his cock like he was her personal fuck toy.
“Mhm, yeah, f-fuck,” He breathed out a grin, biting his lip as he groaned lowly, “Fucking me so good… so fucking wet for me… such a good fucking girl for me. You’re going to make me cum all in this pussy.”
That seemed to do it for her, as she cried out his name, the sound bouncing off her walls, fading into the loud bass outside as she came all over his cock.
“Oh, fuck,” He whined out, thrusting into her a few more times before he collapsed on top of her.
Y/N felt like she blacked out. She had to have blacked out, because once she finally came back to her senses, Hyunjin was sprawled out beside her, panting heavily into the air with his eyes closed, lips slick and parted. She swallowed thickly once she caught sight of his dick that was now growing soft, yet still so fucking big, and she willed herself to flop onto her back, dots still floating in her peripheral vision as she struggled to comprehend what the actual fuck had just happened.
Right now, everything appeared completely normal. The music was still blaring, that little stain on the corner of her ceiling was still there, yells and laughs were heard outside the door. Except the person beside her was anything but.
She just fucked Hwang Hyunjin.
She fucked Hwang Hyunjin.
He groaned lowly beside her, reaching down to tug the used condom off of his dick. He winced a little once he rolled it off, and Y/N could feel him turning to look at her. She didn’t dare look back.
“Is it okay if I throw this away in your bathroom?”
His voice was soft, timid, holding a little rasp to it, a complete contrast of earlier. Y/N nodded in reply, not trusting herself to speak, and looked at her for another minute before slowly getting out of the bed to head into her bathroom.
She let out a long breath once he disappeared inside, trying to focus on the sound of the running water from her sink, trying to focus on anything other than the fact that she had just slept with her fucking bias.
The sinking realization had started to weigh heavy on her chest. It sank even heavier, even deeper, once she heard him coming out of the bathroom, walking around the bed towards her side. Still, she didn’t look at him.
He cleared his throat softly, “Can I… can I clean you up?”
“Okay,” She breathed out a response, feeling like her heart was about to explode out of her chest.
He sat on the edge of the bed, gently prying her legs apart, the cool air hitting her pussy, immediately making her shiver. She flinched once she felt a warm cloth lightly brushing against her inner thighs.
“Sorry,” He let out quickly, jerking his hand back, and Y/N shook her head, relaxing her body into the mattress.
“No, it’s okay,” She replied gently, opening her legs a little wider for him, biting her lip softly as she tried to ignore the fact that her pussy was still spread open for him even when they’re not having sex.
His breath hitched just slightly and she caught it, face flushing once she felt him finish cleaning up in-between her thighs, moving the wash cloth carefully against her. The gesture was so sweet that it had her wanting to pull him down so she could hold onto him, but she couldn’t do that.
He placed the cloth on her bedside table beside her, hesitating for a second before climbing back into her bed and pulling her covers down. “Lean up a little for me,” He whispered out, and she listened, allowing him to pull the rest of the blankets down before covering them both up. She felt less exposed like this, and it felt easier to breathe.
She let out a sigh, relaxing into her sheets, feeling Hyunjin shifting beside her. For a second, she wondered why he wasn’t leaving—why he wasn’t immediately scrambling to get his clothes back on to rush out of her room, fully intending on never seeing her again.
A soft brush of his fingers against her ribcage snapped her out of her thoughts. “Can I hold you?” The question came out quiet, careful, hesitant, “Would that… be okay with you?”
“Yes,” She whispered out a reply.
He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his chest. His skin was hot against hers, his scent intoxicating, and she felt herself wanting to melt into him. She would lay here forever if she could.
Voices were heard outside, loud giggles and screams that seemed way too close to her door, and she tensed up again in his arms, feeling an overwhelming sense of guilt begin to consume her for keeping him here. Y/N knows he shouldn’t be here. She knows he would probably get in so much fucking trouble if anyone even knew he was in here with her. Someone could easily walk into her room and see him lying naked in her bed, and the thought had her feeling sick.
“Hyunjin,” She said his name in a hushed whisper, attempting to pull her body away from his, “I—“
“Don’t.”
She turned to look at him, then, seeing the slight vulnerability lingering in his expression. That confidence from earlier was no longer there, replaced entirely with something deeper, something personal. It caught her off guard, causing something to sit heavily on her chest.
“Don’t say anything. Not right now. Just let me have this… let me have this with you.”
This time, when he reached for her, she let him. Her head rested against his chest, his heart beat thumping loudly in her ears. His shoulders relaxed in a way he probably didn’t even notice. But she did.
Neither of them moved after that. The light in her room seemed to grow brighter, the music outside growing softer. But under the covers, he kept holding her, as if it could stretch time just a little bit further. Y/N wished it would.
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