sneak peak of one of my longest works, coming soon.
pattern - huang renjun
Pairing: Rookie detective!Renjun x rookie forensic investigator!reader
āwho ever it is, stood exactly where you are, the angle doesnāt match a rushed shooting, the angle shows the perpetrator had stepped inside the house and the door had to be held openā He turned back to you āwhy does the door have to be held open?ā he gave you a puzzled look ābecause thisā you removed your foot from the screen door letting it swing and hit the boy on the back before walking away. āHey dracula! thatās fucking hurtsā āIām a blood analyst dumbass, and itās l/n to you, detective huangā
In which you're a curious virgin with touch repulsion and a very devoted friend.
genre: fluff, angst, smut, college!au, best friend!Donghyuck, pining
word count: 20.9k
warnings (aka spoilers): touch repulsion, anxiety, daddy issuess, protected sex, loss of virginity, i guess no sub-dom energy, fingering, vaginal penetration, alcohol consumption, and mentions of: sexual abuse, masturbation, asexuality and college struggle; inconsequent narration and my writing skills (that's a serious warning)
taglist: @hyucks-things @count-your-shadows @wownajaemin @riemshyuck @resceluwu @lauraneuuh @tyongpoetry @subhyuck @ukiyolixx @angel-hyuckie @jiye0n0 @readers-posts @junglewoos @nanas-gf @ddontyoumind (I'm sorry, for some reason tumblr won't let me tag you)
a/n: sorry for the delay, i had to edit it twice (since tumblr didn't save it for the first time) therefore the second time it was a bit rushed. Hope you'll enjoy it anyway. Feedback is welcome (:
You really try to not show how bothered you are with a specific Bridgertons episode playing on the TV. A young girl lying in bed pleasuring herself in a dimmed bedroom, moaning. Her pants echoing in the room, expressions suggestive making you uneasy.
āYo, do you remember your first orgasm?ā
Apparently Donghyuck does not feel awkward at all. He slouches on the other side of the couch looking at you with curious eyes. His words hang in the air causing you to pent up as if getting ready for the conversation your friend starts.
āYouāre assuming a lot by asking this question.ā Not sure what to do with yourself you decide to just keep nibbling popcorn from a shared bowl.
āAssuming what exactly?ā
Your lips are twitching as you hold back the nervous smile. Your eyes are avoiding his, staring at the padded out masturbation scene playing right in front of you.
āWell, first of all, you assume that I've ever orgasmed.ā You clear your throat and steady your voice so it sounds strong and confident above moans and gasps coming from the speakers. āSecond of all, to orgasm you have to either have sex or masturbate. In case you forgot, I'm not fond of physical contact.ā
You indirectly indicate your virginity - you know Donghyck knows, even though it was never really said out loud.Youāre not fond of the proximity with others and need wide personal space.
Because of your touch repulsion and Donghyuckās liking for it, you two had a serious fight at the beginning of your friendship. When you first met at the start of the college, you quickly clicked, enjoying each other's company; talking for hours, fitting into almost every subject even if not agreeing about the topic, both of you ready to dispute.
Thatās why naturally affectionate Hyuck freely hugged you a few times and impulsively touched your hand during heated conversation. When your calm cautions werenāt working you snapped, which made him hurt and you unnerved, you two not talking for almost a week before it took Renjun to convince both of you to talk out the miscommunication.
That actually brought you two even closer as you worked out how to balance each other's needs. Hyuck worked on withholding his touch impulse towards you while you learned to accept his affection when he asked to. After a year, Hyuckās endearment became so familiar that sometimes it was you who came to him for a hug when you felt down, the fact he didnāt make a big deal out of it - as it was natural for him to be touchy with others - made you at ease.
āI admit, I assume that as a twenty year old person not having sex you touch yourself and - for your sake I hope - you are able to make yourself cum. So, do you remember the first time you came?ā
You bring your knees closer to your chest, placing feet on the couch. Itās not the first time you talk about sex. Sometimes even you started the convo, being confused and asking Hyuck about intimate stuff you didnāt understand. It never felt personal like this one, though. You could say you didnāt remember but he knows when you lie - he once straight up told you your emotions are written all over your face and he can read you like an open book. If you didnāt reply that would mean you remember but are too chicken to answer.
āI do.ā You say too loudly considering the small space, late hour and quiet noises coming from the tv. āUm...Iām going to get more popcorn. Wanna something to drink?ā You ask, as if heās not holding a bottle of water in his grip.
āWhy are you dodging the question?ā
āI do not. I already told you I do remember. Thatās what you asked about.ā
He frowns. āBut I want you to tell me how was it.ā
āWhy?ā you whine.
āBecause I'm a curious creature.ā
āBut itās embarrassingā
āItās not. Masturbation is normal. I jack off too. Besides we talked about stuff like that earlier and you were fine with it.ā
You make a sound to let out your awkwardness and frustration with Hyuckās insight.
āItās embarrassing for me as a personal experience, not a discussion topic.ā
āOh, now Iām intrigued. Tell me, pleaseā
āNo. I wanna treat my eyes with those absurd costumes so let it go.ā
āY/n.ā He whines. āIt canāt be worse than my first orgasm.ā
You glance at him, suddenly you liking where this was going.
āYouāve never told me so I can't tell whether it was worse or not.ā
Poor boy doesn't even hesitate.
āI jacked off after school because I popped a boner when a girl I had a crush on sat on my lap. It was the first time and I was so shocked when I saw how far my sperm shot. And then my mom came with the laundryā
āOh.ā Your eyes are wide open, you turn to the screen to hide your warm cheeks. āThatās interesting. Now that I know I can tell that mine truly wasnāt that bad. Thanks for the info though.ā And just like that you put popcorn into your mouth.
āHey! Now itās your turn.ā
āMy turn on what?ā
āTell me about your first orgasm. I told you about mineā
āBut we never discussed story exchange. You told me yours willingly for free.ā
āYeah, but⦠I thoughtā¦ā He stutters. āCouldn't you justā¦ā The boy falls back blue into his end of the couch. āWhy are you like this?ā he mutters.
Thereās a shadow of betrayal in his voice so you risk a glance in his direction. Heās sprawled on the long couch (which he dragged to the flat specially for your personal space liking and got scolded by his roommate Johnny for cluttering the space) with a frown on his face, eyesight absently laid on the screen. Sight of the kicked puppy presented to you as evidence of hurt.
You sigh defeated.
āI came with one touch.ā
āYou what?ā
āYou wanna hear it or not?ā Your confidence wavering slightly nonetheless you continue as he gives you an attentive look waiting for you to keep going. āI guess it was at the beginning of high school. I remember lying in my bed ready to sleep but I couldn't because I was really pent up and didn't know why and I heard that women masturbate too but back then it was weird for me and I didn't want to⦠touch myself down there. But it felt nice when I touched my thighs and abdomen and when I actually⦠you know.ā He nods and you avert your eyes embarrassed. āI came right away.ā
He processes your words for a moment before speaking up.
āHow did you know that was it?ā He asks with furrowed brows. āLike itās easy for guys because you have visible evidence but how did you know what you felt was an orgasm?ā
Mother and daughter, the boy has more questions.
āWell,ā you take a deep breath. āI was confused at first. Really confused. It was literally electrifying and I know it sounds corny but thatās exactly how it felt. Like you know how fresh and ozon smelly the atmosphere is after the rainstorm? Like the air feels lighter and cooler? Thatās how I felt. Am I too descriptive now? Stop me if I'm talking too much.ā He shakes his head. āOkay... So when I touched myself again it hurt and then I was even more puzzled. It took me a few minutes to figure out that I must have came.ā
Your friend looks lost in his thoughts. Although itās not rare between you two you just shared a very intimate experience with him and feel slightly anxious about the prolonged quietness heās giving you.
āSay something.ā
Donghyuck takes a long sip from the bottle heās holding and then puts it back on the coffee table next to the couch. He makes himself comfortable, resting his back on the armrest to face you.
āSo. I know it might be silly question but Iām not a sex spec either, especially when it comes to the women poit of view. But. Isnāt it usually and iām saying usually because i donāt know for sure and iām trying to get to know now and now when i think about it itās rather a one time thing to know it so itās not really measurable. And it probably depends also on the size of the thing but my point is that you said you came with one touch but I thought that itās painful when you put something bigger than a tampon in your vagina for the first time and I'm confused right now.ā
āI donāt know.ā You cover your face with your palms, hiding blush from your friend when you realize how detailed this convo is. āIāve never put anything there. I donāt use tampons. And when I said I touched myself once and came I didn't mean inside just⦠ughā¦ā
āYour clit.ā
āYeah.ā
āSo since that time you get off only by playing with your clit?ā He asks surprised.
You groan embarrassed but don't deny nor correct and at that his back straightens up as he moves his arms onto his lap, fidgeting.
āYouāve never had anything inside your vagina like ever?ā Donghyuck clears his throat and you just wanna leave the room to go find a ditch you could crawl yourself into.
āIāve basically just said that. Do you need a detailed description of how I masturbate?ā
āWell, you gave me quite a pretty description of how your first orgasm felt. It doesn't hurt to ask.ā
You groan but feel slight relief when Donghyuck stays quiet after that. You turn your attention back to the screen in hopes of getting a grip of what's happening in the plot.
āHave you thoughā¦ā Hyuck probs cautiously. Apparently the conversation hasnāt ended for him and it still had quite a potential to use up. āIām sorry for this question and you donāt have to answer this one if you donāt want to.ā
āJust this one?ā
āHave you ever considered opting to have sex with anyone?ā
āThatās a peculiar way of wording it, Donghyuckā You furrow your brows, tightening your hold on the bowl. āWhy do you even ask? I thought you understand - at least partially - that Iām not physically able to do that, that's once. Second, It would have to be someone who I trust or at least like enough to want to⦠spend the required time with them. And with my social skills you know that might be a problem too.ā
āThat's doable though.ā
You look at him unamused. āNot sure if I wanna hear the rest of this idea.ā
"I'm just saying I think you're capable of making close relationships with people and being okay with people touching you,ā he explains kindly.
"Hyuckā¦" you sigh. āWhat's your point?" Why the hell was he so persistent on proving you wrong?
"I just think you're a precious human being who deserves to feel loved.ā
āYou do know that people have different love languages, right? Like quality time or acts of service.
āYeah. I am reminded of those every time I'm with you.
You frown at that "Quit fake flirting, Hyuck.ā
āBut I wanna know.ā He wines, drawing slightly closer to you but still staying on his side of the couch. āI wanna understand. I get you donāt like physicall contact but itās generally not only sexualy though so that doesnāt make you asexual, does it? Like we established that you masturbate so you feel sexual desire. Do you feel attraction towards other people? And like... what is going on inside your head?ā
You exhale slightly irked with his proning. āIf i admit Iām intrested in sex but not able to do it will you let it go finally?"
āNot really,ā he says mildly. āI wanna understand you so I can be a better friendā
āBut I feel like a research objectā you curl up under the blanket hugging your knees.
You feel examined and even though it bothers you to some point, youāre curious just like Hyuck and the longer you think about it heās the person you feel most at ease with. You do wonder about sex as itās a closed book to you that youāre not able to read on your own. And you know your best friend has at least the basic experience. Whatās more he never bragged about his sexlife, he was just casual about it - considering sex as a human thing. Maybe it wouldnāt hurt to carry on this conversation?
You take a deep breath. āI do feel sexual desire and I do feel physical repulsion. Itās hard to get past it. Also usually I am not fond of people.ā
āThat I noticed when you bark at randoms who barely did you any harm.ā
āNot funny. Anyway when it comes to feeling atracted to people I know when I see someone pretty but it does not mean i think about having sex with them. I guess my sexual needs are mostly impersonal.ā
āThatās pretty much reasonable. So like you get horny when you see sex scene but you donāt get aroused at the sexual though of particular person?
āYou could say so.ā
āI could say so?ā His eyebrows high above his eyes. He knows youāre not telling him everything but wonāt question it. āIām asking again just to be sure: If you were able to, youād like to know how the real sex feels like, right?ā
Your face is absolutely red when you weakly answer āYes⦠But Iām not expecting it happening anytime soon and i doubt anyone would like to have sex with me in my thirties when my body will start to wrinkle so iām kind of accepting living till death as a curious virgin.ā
āI might have a solution to that.ā
You look at him thrown-off.
āAs I already said youāre able to do it. Just think about it. You don't have a problem with my touching - well, at least most of the time - and weāre best friends." his voice showing slight hesitation in the last words.
Your mouth feels dry and your head feels hot and whatever sound comes out of your mouth is undefinable. āAre you proposing me a sexual service or just stating facts trying to prove that the problem exists only in my head?ā
He scoffs at your words. āIām gonna interpret your rudeness as liking in peculiar foreplay.ā
You both give each other attentive looks.
āDonāt make it weird.ā
āIām making it weird?ā You ask in disbelief.
āI just wanna say that if you would wanna know what it feels like and if you trust me enough to touch you in that way, all you have to do is ask.ā he says and his voice is sincere, not mocking, not even playful. It leaves you dumbfounded and he turns to the tv changing the subject.
***
It takes you a week to make up your mind. You do a list of pros and cons then shred it thinking itās useless. This repeats three times.
Meanwhile you attend your classes as usual, meeting with your friends between periods. This included Donghyuck, who acts as if nothing happened, which makes you feel like youāve dreamed about this whole abstract-like midnight discussion. He greets you as always, talks to you as casually as ever and keeps his physical affection with you at the same level which meant always asking for permission for a hug and being cautious to not touch your bare skin when it wasnāt necessary.
That's why you throw out the first list, thinking his offer never had a place.
Two days after that night, you are having lunch with people from your group project who give fallacious ideas and reject yours without even seriously considering them. Fed up, you end up just sitting at the side doing notes while chewing on your food.
āWhatās upā you hear Hyuckās voice right before heās not so gracefully placed on the chair in front of you.
āHi. Iām busyā you growl and put another spoon of noodles in your mouth.
āY/n. Didnāt I tell you that barking at people doesnāt make you seem like an approachable person?ā He nags playfully, making you choke on your food.
Oh. So he remembers.
You take a moment to breathe and use it to get a grip of yourself.
āIt was in the context of strangers, though. I didnāt know I needed to pretend Iām nice around my friends too.ā
āDonāt limit yourself, y/n. Think out of the box.ā
āYeah, Iām trying to but youāre covering my notes, you wing sacher. Donāt you have classes right now?ā you know he does.
āI do." He glances at the watch on his wrist. āBut I was passing by and saw you sitting here alone sulking and decided to say hi and ask for a daily fix of affection from you. High five?ā
You put your hand flat on his not making it clap and hold it for a second. He smiles, when you donāt cringe as you usually do.
āHave a nice day, y/n.ā
āYou too, Hyuck.ā
When he leaves the hall you pull out a sheet of paper and write the second version of your pros and cons list.
Another three days pass and you are being more and more convinced that you wanna take up on Hyuckās offer. Also, your ovulation being right around the corner made you unbelievably horny.
You are in the middle of your art classes, standing in front of your easel, naked model facing the wall. Sketching the nude on your paper sheet you think His back is nice. The proportions are so symmetrical and the bright light makes it cast dark shadows emphasizing the muscles. It looks fine. Wonder if Hyuck has nice shoulder blades.
Your mind is silent for a moment.
Oh crap. Did I really think that?
Later that day you meet with your friends at Johnny and Hyuckās place.
As usually on a wednesday evening you gather at your themed meeting. Every week one of you comes up with a word which becomes a subject for the next gathering. It could be whatever comes to your mind. Poppy. Vienna. Or Misanthropy. It was a key word which meant that for next wednesday everyone had to prepare cultural references but if it felt too indirect or you doubled with someone you were out, the rest of the group made you do some kind of dare. The winner of the game - which was a person who lasted till the end - was the one who picked the theme for the next week.
And even though usually you had lots of fun, today you were distracted ever since Hyuck greeted you in a hallway with a permitted hug. You place your arms around him, feeling his taut back muscles. Oh shit. You clench your fists feeling awkward with laying them flat on his body.
āYou okay?ā He steps away feeling you tense.
āPerfectly fineā
But youāre not even close to fine. The seed Donghyuck left in your head almost a week ago is growing and itās making you go insane. After the fourth time he catches you staring at him you start to avoid his eyes at all cost which seems even more unnatural. Everyone, except you, is surprised when you lose the game in the third row.
āLooks like we get to know your weak spot, y/n.ā You hear Jaemin say and get all hot at the thought he might have noticed you gazing in Hyuckās direction. āYou suck at geography. Especially itās not hard to find info about Monaco, you knowā
āOh, no.ā You exhale relieved. āYou misunderstood my intention. I win so often I decided to back away this time so youād have a chance to not be the last at least once.ā
āSure.ā Jaemin gives you a grumpy look. āI dare you to not make a sound, starting from now on.ā
That's how youāre doomed to spend the rest of the evening in the corner, silently following the game, yet your eyes way too often dart to Donghyuckās frame, espying his movements. The way his neck moves when he speaks, the natural movement of his chest sinking slightly when he sits, his fingers playing with the hem of the sleeve. The curious look with wide eyes and raised eyebrow that he sends your way.
You blush and your heart drops, heavy with realization that youāre indeed attracted to your best friend.
***
Next day, you head back home after your classes finish, taking your usual way passing by Hyuckās place.
>Hi. u home? (3:43 p.m.)
Lee Donghyuck >> Yup. y? (3:45 p.m.)
>Can i pop in? (3:45 p.m.)
> it wonāt take long. Just a sec (3:45 p.m.)
Lee Donghyuck >> doorās open ;) (3:46 p.m.)
You knock on the front door to announce your arrival. When you open it youāre met with Renjun sitting on the couch.
āOh. Hi.ā you say baffled.
āHello, y/n. How are you?ā
āFine. What are you doing here?ā
āMath project,ā he sighs, motioning to the notes scattered on the table. āAt least Iām trying to.ā
āOh, that one for the contest?ā You remember Donghyuck mentionig it last week. Their professor chose Donghyuck and Renjun to take part in a contest in which the winning team was provided an internship.
āYeah but itās so complicated,ā he whines. āLike I donāt even know if the meta-system is still math.ā
āThere are people who say the universe is math and math is the universe,ā you point out.
There's a loud noise when Donghyuck appears in the kitchen door frame. āWelcome, my dear.ā He smiles at your furrowed brows and Renjunās gagging sound.
āYou could have told me you're busy. I can come another time.ā
āBut you said itāll be quick and it sounded urgent. I didnāt think youād mind Renjun.ā
You look up at him troubled. āWell, I donāt though I wanted to talk about... stuff.ā
He knits his eyebrows clearly confused but before you can retreat he directs you to his bedroom. āFood is on the counter, Renjun. Give us a momentā he says before closing the door.
āWhatās up?ā He rests his butt on the little space he found on his desk and since the chair is occupied with clothes, he offers you a seat on his bed
You clear your throat ignoring his pointing arm. āIt's about Friday.ā
āLike tomorrow?ā
āNo. Like a week ago.ā
āOh.ā He smirks. āThis explains why you need another room.ā
āDonghyuk.ā
āIām sorry. Iāll be good from now on,ā he promises, hiding his smile.
āThank you.ā you take a breath. āSo I was thinking about yourā¦proposition. ā
āIām listening.ā Donghyuk looks back at you expectantly, as you stay quiet gathering your courage. He straightens up. āRemember that I'm the one who made the suggestion and I won't judge you whether you accept it or turn it down.ā
āI wanted to ask youā¦ā you start cautiously. āYou offered to have sex with me. And I understand this is a friendly favour, but if we decide to actually do it, I would like to know if you... would actually enjoy it.ā
Heās avoiding your eyes with a blush on his face. Mother and daughter, this is awkward. He stays quiet and you bite your lip, getting more and more anxious.
āI would.ā
āYou sure? You can be honest on this one. I donāt want you to pull the wool over my eyes.ā
āI know what Iām sayingā he states.
āYou can also call it off if you changed your mind.ā
He lets out an exaggerated gasp. āExcuse me, I feel committed to fulfill my proposal.ā
āThatās what I mean. I donāt want you to feel obligated. To anythingā you explain.
āI wonāt feel obligated as long as you wonāt be awkward and uncomfortable about it.ā
āIām not uncomfortable.ā You force yourself to shrug, hoping it looks nonchalantly.
āThen I donāt feel obligated.ā
āGreat.ā You clear your throat. āAre you free on saturday then?ā
His brows raise high to his hairline. āThatās in two days.ā
āIs it too soon?ā You hesitate. āIām sorry, you might have plans already...ā
āIām free on saturday.ā He gives you a wary look. āAre you sure though? You donāt have to take up on an offer now. It doesn't have an expiration date.ā
āI thought this through.ā You nod assuredly. āNow that we established that weāre doing the deed we need to set the details.ā
At that Donghyuck smiles incredulous. āOf course you have it planned.ā
You ignore him, used to his teasing.
āAre you okay with doing it at my place? My roommate usually leaves for the weekend.ā You nibble on your lip trying to not look around the room and ignore empty red-bull cans covering his desk, clothes draped over furniture, books and notebooks piled up on the shelves, windowsill and floor. Donghyuck's room is a five-star mess. āAnd I donāt want to intrude.ā
He licks his lip, thinking. āI'd rather do it here if you don't mind. I have a bigger bed.ā
āWe need that much space?ā Your face is hot and you know your cheeks are probably crimson red.
āWell, you never really know,ā he shrugs. "It will be more comfortable, for sure." āAnd I can ask Johnny to have a place for ourselves.ā
āI donāt want to make a big deal out of it though.ā
āDonāt worry about it. He asked me that many times and I wonāt give him any details. Is this set then?ā
āOkay.ā you say quietly and then repeat more clearly. āOkay. I need to work on my sculpture on Saturday too, so is it okay if I come around five?ā
āIāll make dinner then.ā
āOh. So you wanna hang out before we get to the point?ā
āWeāre definitely hanging out first.ā He says slightly taken aback. āFirst of all you'll need to eat after a day in the atelier. And I know youāre probably planning it in your head already but I want you to let me take care of it okay?ā
āBut I need to know,ā you whine. You hate surprises. You have everything planned anything unexpected isnāt welcome in your schedule
āIsnāt it enough that you know I prepare something? Believe me that planning out the hook up point by point kills the mood.ā
You grump but donāt question it. āFINE. Just remember I don't like mushrooms and seafood.ā
āWow,ā he exclaims. āYou really expect me to flex.ā
āDuh. And one last thing. Could you ⦠ugh. Take care of⦠protection? Iād do that but I have no idea which condomsā¦ā
āIāve got this.ā His voice is mild and slightly hurt, matching the solemn look on his face. āYou donāt need to handle every detail. I promise Iāll do my best.ā
āThat's not it.ā You quickly shake your head at the misunderstanding. āI trust you. I just donāt wanna mess up my part.ā
He sighs deeply. āYou won't, okay? Thereāre no expectations of you so thereās no way you could not leave up to something that doesnāt exist.ā
You smile softly at this caring side of Hyuck, not aware of the mood killer he's about to throw on you.
āY/nā
āHmm?ā
āIs there anything specific you wanna try out?ā
You gasp outraged. So that would be it when it comes to serious Donghyuck.
āYou're literally the one who told me not to plan everything.ā
āSo you did think about it.ā He grins smugly āDoes my naked body look good in your imagination?ā
"I'm leaving,ā you huff, opening the bedroom door.
āTook you long enough,ā Renjun says to the two of you. āFood is on the counterā he mocks Donghyuck. āGive us a moment.ā
You look apologetically at him, heading to the front door. "You know how long it takes to deal with a baby."
"You might wanna call me that on saturday.ā
"What's on saturday?ā you hear Renjunās voice, muffled by the food he's chewing.
Hyuck winks at you. "Kinder party for best babes only.ā
You snort and roll your eyes, while putting on your shoes.
When the door closes behind you, Donghyuck turns to his friend.
āDude.ā
āWhat?ā
āCan you dance?ā
Renjun raises his brows not looking up from the notes. āFor my and your sake - I donāt.ā
***
You have been in the atelier since the morning, working on your midterm sculpture. Although trying hard, the work youāve been doing so far was rubbish.
Youāre a mess, mindlessly dragging fingers through moldable dirt. Chest heavy with guilt, mind obscured with doubt, mouth full of curse words directed at your phone. The damn phone call. Stupid, frickin stupid.
And the text Dongyuck sends you makes you let out a helpless sob.
Lee Donghyuck >> Can u wear a dress tonight? pretty pleasešš (3:58 p.m.)
A shaky breath leaves you and you just stare, a sense of obligation landing hard on you when all you long for at the moment is comfort.
Lee Donghyuck >> I know itās out of blue. It doesnāt have to be formal. The most comfortable dress you have will do great as long as itās a dress (4:05 p.m.)
Lee Donghyuck >> And if you have dirty thoughts about it stop it immediately! Itās for pre-dirty time actually ;) (4:06 p.m.)
You numbly dial his number and he answers right after the first signal.
āYo. Iām sorry I kind of surprised you with the dress, especially at this hour. But like i said it doesnāt have to be fancy. Actually I'd rather not have it fancy at all. ā You hear him shuffling something in the background.āIām gonna spoil that I'm wearing a jumper so imagine how the simple dress would fit perfectly. Oh no, donāt break down nowā He whines. āAnyway, why are you calling? I thought youād be getting ready at this hour.ā
You clear your throat. āIām still in the atelierā
āOh.ā He gives you a surprised sound. āSo you're not coming back to your place before you come here?
āI was planning to. Something just came up and I'm a bit delayed.ā you say leaning your forehead against the cool wall. ā Iāll try to be on time thoughā
āItās fine, just text me on your way so I'll heat up the food. Are you okay though? You sound upset.ā
Maybe the call wasn't the best idea.
āIām just a little tired. No big deal.ā you assure, trying to steady your voice.
Thereās a long silence on the line and you know Donghyuk is sensing your mood. You anxiously scrub out the dry clay from underneath your nails.
āWe can cancel today if you donāt feel like doing itā He states. And you close your eyes because at the moment you donāt feel like doing it at all. Yet you think about the fuss you made about the whole thing. Hyuck's planning and preparations - something he never really does. Even the fact he basically threw Johnny out of his own flat. Backing off now would be a dick move.
āNo. I want to do it.ā
āShut it, y/n. I donāt need to look at you to know youāre not okay. Whatever pressure you feel to have sex right now is absurd. Letās call it off.ā
āBut youāve prepared. Iām not standing you up.ā Donghyuck can be an ass. At the same time heās also the most devoted and caring friend you ever had and you wonāt disregard his effort just because he puts your needs over his own.
āI didnāt say weāre not hanging out. Weāre just skipping the sex part. Iāve spent three hours browsing the net for the perfect recipe, you picky eater. Iām not throwing it away. Thatās unethical.ā
āIndeed, utterly unacceptable.ā
āIām glad weāre one the same page now. Just come over.ā
āIs the dress still required though?ā
It takes him a while to answer. āItās not. Just wear what youāre most comfortable with. Except your sculpting pants. I donāt wanna clean the carpet out of clay or plaster againā
āYou know itās weird how you claimed the dress is not part of the dirty stuff yet it gets canceled collectively.ā
āShady, isnāt it? Remember to text beforehand.ā
āI will. And Hyuck?ā
āYeah?ā
āIām sorry I messed upā
āWhat do you mean? As far as Iām concerned weāre still having a pleasant evening today.ā
āRight.ā You smile. āSee you soon.ā
***
āThis is literally the healthiest food youāve ever cooked.ā You point out before stuffing the pasta in your mouth.
āDuh. The amount of tags I excluded is unbelievable. No mushrooms. No seafood. No fish. No olives. No eggplant. No meat. No beans and stuff. No heavy food.ā
āYouāve made pasta, thoughā
āItās not just pasta! Those are zoodles. To be more specific itās called grilled ratatouille linguini and it took hella lot of time to prepare.ā
And turns out it was kind of wasted. You clear your throat awkwardly. āIs this all you've been doing all day?ā
āI mean I tried to work on a project. Renjun left me some work to do. But weāre stuckā he slurps a zoodle between his mouth. āSo bad Renjun doesnāt even believe we could actually win, but we put too much work into it already. And this idea we have has so much potential, even the professor said so, itās like disgrace to waste it.
āCanāt you ask the professor for help?ā you suggest. āLike not for a solution but maybe for a tip?ā
He shakes his head and swallows the food. āWe didnāt really want to do that but we were desperate so we did and he sent us back to the library for references. Renujn was upset because he thought he didnāt want to help but in my opinion he didnāt know the direct answer either. Like heās usually pretty chill so I guess heād tell us straight up if he could help.ā He shrugs.
āYou two need help in the library? I could help if you need extra eyes.ā
āSure.ā He sends you a very doubtful look. āI appreciate it but I can barely understand what Iām reading while having at least basic knowledge in the meta-system.ā He sets aside his plate on the coffee table and leans back on the couch. āBesides, you have your own work. How is your sculpture by the way?ā
āItās okay,ā you murmur. āNot really the way i want it but Iām working on itā you scrub mindlessly in your bowl. āItās just a reproduction exercise so it has to be perfect and the longer you work on it the more shortcomings you see and the less imbued it appears. Usually working on a real life model allows you more creativity.ā
He hums looking at you attentively. āHow come youāve never asked me to pose for you?ā
āGuess it just never came upā you shrug.
āNow it does.ā
āYou want me to draw you right now?ā
He nods āWhy not?ā
āI donāt have my sketchbook.ā
He raises his eyebrows at your weak excuse.
āYou left one here two weeks ago and itās collecting dust on my desk.ā
āOh. Glad Iāve finally found it.ā you say cheerlessly, picking your plate.
āYou found it?ā
āYeah,ā you sigh, not having strength to keep up with the joking tone. āIām not in the artsy mood, though.ā
āWhy is that?ā
āWhat do you mean?ā
āI wonāt push you if you donāt want to talk about it but just know that i can be serious for a moment if you need me toā
āOh.ā you act like you just remembered a very obvious thing. āYou wanna explain the dress right?ā
āThat's not what I said. And why are you so hung up on it?ā
āIām curious. You planned something - for you itās equivalent to⦠I don't know what but for sure something big.ā He shakes his head. āAnd I know I'm the one who ruined it.ā
āYou didn't ruin anything.ā
āItās rude to interrupt,ā you nag him. āAnyway it wonāt be a surprise, so can you just tell me? Pretty please?ā
āNot really. I could still use it later on.ā he resists.
Youāre confused for a moment āOn what?ā
He gets flustered at your surprised reaction.
āOh.ā he says slowly. āI mean I thoughtā¦. maybe i shouldn't assume that⦠but i thought that weāre only rescheduling today.ā
āSo you still want to have sex with me?ā
āWhy wouldn't I?ā He asks just as surprised as you. āI mean only if youāre still up to it.ā he adds tentatively and then clears his throat, leaving the subjects hanging in the air. āAnyway we could make a deal. I can explain the dress in exchange for your mood killer.ā
āYou said you wonāt pushā you complain.
āIām not. Iām offering a deal. Feel free to dismiss it.ā he ensures, grabbing from you an empty plate and gets up from the couch.
āWhat a teaseā you huff under your nose and follow him to the kitchen.
āOh girl, if only you knewā
"Eww."
āYou're ewwing me now? At one mild sexual innuendo?ā his eyes widen in disbelief.
You ignore him, hopping onto the counter next to the sink.
āOkay, deal. What was the dress for?ā
He laughs and for a moment you fall for itās sincerence. He puts the washed plate on a washer-dryer and starts to scrub the greasy pan. āIām not gonna let you trick me again. You go first and then I'll tell you the purpose of the dress.ā
āBut you probably expect me to tell you something interesting and thrilly but itās not,ā you sulk.
āDress isn't exciting either,ā he heads up making you roll your eyes at his stubbornness.
You grab a washcloth, trying to busy yourself with something
"My dad called me today."
āAnd you were upset? Isn't that a good thing though? ā He inquires, still semi focused on the dishes.
āThe whole phone call was absurd. Like it already started badly. My phone screwed up and didn't show my fathers name when he called. I didn't know who's that so when I asked who's calling he got all offended claiming I don't respect him.ā
"You didn't recognize his voice?"
You shrug in an attempt to hide how much it actually bothers you. "He was drunk."
You glimpse at Donghyuck to catch his reaction. His face doesn't show anything and he isnāt speaking up either.
āEither youāre asking me something or weāre moving on because I'm not gonna dwell on the subject if you donāt have any interest in it.ā
āIām just trying to be considerate.ā
āThatās new.ā Itās not, but he lets it pass, used to your harshness in your defending mode. Sure, Hyuck teases the fair amount out of you and your friends but he knows when the conversation is serious and always acts respectful, knowing someone might get hurt.
āWas he right though? I mean you rarely talk about your father and I can't tell how you feel about him.ā
āI donāt know myself. I know I should respect him, but I've witnessed too many situations ripping humans off of respect and ninety percent of those moments he was drunk. Then he straight up asks me this question in this exact state and says I know you donāt respect me. I donāt know why, and it sounds like itās entirely my fault.ā
āBut why did he call in the first place?ā
āTo discuss the transport of my painting. You know, that big one.ā You pause, reminded of the self doubt you felt a few hours ago. āHe asked if itās necessary. If I really need this since I won't do anything with it ever again and itās not worth the fuss.ā
āJust to make sure - weāre talking about the one for the exhibition?ā You nod. āMaybe he didnāt mean that? As you said he was drunkā
You remember all those moments when you tried so hard to prove your father wrong every time you did something for him hoping for appreciation or waited for him to approve your accomplishment. To make him regret all the harsh words that shrinked your self confidence toward insecurity. All your plans are a failure. Nothing you do is decent. You ought to do something useful for once. You are bad mannered. Don't be so loud. And then you contrast it with him stumbling from the stairs, breaking dishes with uncoordinated moves, struggling to find restrooms, puffy red face, body stinking of digested alcohol, the stench filling up the room. Sometimes everyday. Sometimes a few times a week. Rarely once a few months. Making you wary of the look of your dad holding a beer, hoping itās just this one, being anxious about asking friends to come over and panicking when family members were close by, even though your mom and sister were around no one felt like thereās a need to handle the situation and stop your dad from embarrassment and judgment.
āHe does that when he's sober too.ā You shrug. āI donāt even know why it upset me so much. I should get over it at this point.ā The dishes are forgotten, piled up on the washer dryer. You just sit on the counter with a slouched back and blank stare. ā I donāt know, maybe I hope like a fool heād be proud of me at some point.ā
You stay quiet on how alone and doubtful you feel after talks with your dad, not letting Donghyuck know any of that.
āJust because your father doesnāt tell you heās proud of you doesn't mean heās not. Maybe heās just bad at expressing it.ā he suggests, wiping his hands.
āNah, he can be very expressive when he needs to.ā I hope the next child won't be born with a personality like yours. āI just miss him from the time when I was a little kid. When he was fun to be around. God, I feel like shit for slagging about my father like that.ā
āYou know that not everything he says is true right? Just now youāve felt sorry for bad-mouthing your dad, but honestly there are a lot of people complaining about their parents but not really feeling bad about it. It's not easy to show respect to people who drag you down when they are supposed to support you.ā heās leaning on the counter opposite of you and for once you wish he was closer.
You wonder if it would be okay to ask for a hug. For the firm embrace, giving a sense of stability, so different from the playful hugs he tends to throw around. The one youād come for with a tail between your legs seeking his affection.
You say nothing, not wanting him to pity you.
"I don't wanna be supported by default though. I want to earn it. It's like you wonāt bet on a horse who's got no chance to win. Even if it's your own. You actually might not buy it in the first place⦠ā You pause. āAm I a bad horse?"
"No. Some people are just bad gamblers." His voice is tender and it strikes you how sympathizing it sounds.
āThe dressā you change the subject.
Your friend looks sorry for a mment, before shaking it off. He turns around exiting the kitchen and you follow him to the living room. āHey, you promiseā¦ā
He interrupts you, noisily moving the enormous couch to the side of the room.
āWhat are you doing?ā you ask, a little taken aback.
āWellā Donghyuck sighs from effort and pushes back the hair that fell into his eyes. āI thought... ā he grabs his phone from the coffee table and connects it with the speakers. ā... that if the surprise wonāt be surprising anymore as the reason for someoneās stubbornness and curiosity I might as well show you? If you donāt like it we could watch a movie later since i didnāt really plan anything elseā
āOkay.ā Your barely audible voice gets drowned out with the soft music. Realization hits you the moment you hear fancy tunes of trumpets and oboe.
āYou did notā you gasp in disbelief.
āMay I ask for this dance?ā he approaches you and bows slightly, offering a hand.
āBut likeā¦. How do you know how to dance a viennese waltz?ā He gives you a stern look so you obediently accept his hand.
āThe orchestra wonāt play for us forever. You shall make up your mind a little faster.ā He moves an arm on your shoulder blade and the left hand to support your right, moving his feet to the fast rhythm.
āHow did you know?ā
āI might have eavesdropped once you told Renjun how youād like to dance to Shostakovitch one day. Found it peculiar because: one, didnāt think you were such a helpless romanticā you open your mouth to argue āU-um. Itās rude to interrupt. And secondly to obvious closeness. But I thought that if you were okay with even more intimacy required to have sex with me then youād most likely be okay with dancing. At least I hoped so.ā he ends sheepishly.
You look at the now shy boy whoās scanning the room to make sure not to bump into any furniture, leading you on the floor, holding you steady in his arms but making you feel like youāre floating.
āI am very okay with dancing with youā you smile and squeeze his hand to affirm your words. āDo you have a tuxedo hidden in the closet too?ā
āWhat a spoiled woman!ā he exclaims jokingly, addressing your teasing and then swirls you around. When you look up in his face again heās already ogling at you with a smile. āI didnāt want to make it too sophisticated. Like I said, jumper and plain dress.ā
āYeah, but jumper and jumper would work just fine.ā
At some point you donāt even focus on your steps getting so used to the moves of the dance you feel like flowing with music. Being led by Donghyuck was a little uncoordinated at first, now it feels like your bodies are molding into each, both your arms being extensions of the other. The longer you two dance the more at ease you two become and you find him looking at you more often than around the room. Dance so easy and enjoyable you keep going dance after dance till the playlist full of Strauss and Chopin waltzes interlaced with some modern composers gets more mellow tones and your silhouettes let go of the pent up and proper posture. You allow yourself to get lost in solemn music, his smooth movements, comforting embrace.
He brought your intertwined fingers close to your bodies as his extended arm started to feel numb long ago and you lay your head on his shoulder to relieve your strained neck. Whatever you dance right now, looks nothing like the fancy waltz you started with, yet is just as - if not more - pleasant.
āDid I tire you out?ā he teases mildly.
āNoā you yawn, negating your own words.
He gently tries to back off.
āJust one more composition, please. It's so nice.ā you plead mumbling into the soft fabric of his shirt. You're so relaxed and comforted, feeling all fuzzy with his strong arms embracing you, not really wary of his answer. So grateful for him just being, you'd be happy even if he told you he had enough of dancing. āThe last one I promise.ā
He stays as you ask, tightening his grip back on you. āYou're the best Hyuck.ā So thoughtful and caring. You wonder when and where did he learn to dance and if it was especially for you.
He really strived his best to make the evening special but not ripping you off comfort and homely ambience. You take a deep breath, filling comfy anchored to Hyuckās side. His solid arm muscles under your fingers, familiar scent filling your nostrils.
You look up at him to check on his mood. Is he tired? Bored? You search his face for any wrong signs but you find nothing, just pensive eyes. You let your head back down on his shoulder and give yourself a moment to gather up the courage.
āHyuckā
He hums to let you know youāve got his attention and keeps swaying to the soft music.
āSo...ā you start tentatively with a quiet voice ā... does your offer still stand?ā
You feel him tense for a moment but itās so quick you wouldnāt catch it if your bodies werenāt molded.
āYeah,ā he nods subtly. āBut itās a long term proposal. Just because I offered it now doesnāt mean you need to accept it this week, month or year.ā Heās quiet for a moment and then ads with a faint voice. āAnd Iām sorry if by suggesting it I made you feel like your pushed to ever have sex with anyone. I just thoughtā¦. I donāt know⦠That maybe...ā
He stops feeling you shake your head and then you squeeze his fingers reassuringly.
āI do want to have sex. With you.ā You can tell your face is tomato red by how hot you feel, your heartbeat mirroring his racing one.
āOh.ā By the tone of his voice you know heās smiling. āSo you say I seduced you.ā
āDuh. No one with a sane mind would want you. Only tricks work for you.ā
He just grins, thinking the conversation is over but for you itās not. You look into his brown eyes to ensure yourself in what youāre about to say.
āI want to have sex with you.ā
āI know, I heard that.ā
āI want it tonight.ā
He stopped dancing and now you just stand in the middle of the room. He looks at you, quiet for more than a while.
āI donāt know what to do with this information.ā
āWell, I think thatās pretty obvious,ā you say, slightly wounded by his response. āWhat exactly is unclear to you?ā
āI feel like I coaxed you.ā
āIām not that easy to manipulate, you knowā you puff. āStop it, Hyuck. We already established that I am sure and that I made this decision on my own and that I thought this through. We were about to have sex anyway tonight. So what happened?ā You try to step away but he holds you tightly by his side. āJust a moment ago you said the offer is still on the table and now you donāt know what to do? Why are you so misleading, confusing, twisted, chaoticā¦
āKiss me thenā he says, but the bold tone is far from the soft looks he was giving you seconds ago. His eyes are examining, daring.
You know heās testing you. Verifying if you truly want this, if youāre comfortable with intimacy.
āDonāt move.ā
You lean up to peck his cheek and when you back off you manage to catch a small smile on his face before he swiftly hides it.
āI told you to kiss me.ā
āI just did.ā
āDo it properly.ā He raises an eyebrow at you. āOn the lips.ā
You lick your lips nervously and his eyes dart down to catch the movement. You draw yourself closer moving your chin up, your arms on your sides - fingers entwined but chests not touching. You're so close you can feel his breath on your cheek and when heās involuntary leaning toward you, you back away terrified of what ifs. What if he wonāt like it? What if you have a smelling breath? Or your lips don't feel like theyāre supposed to? What if youāll mess it up by not doing it right? What if you wonāt like it?
āWhy wonāt you kiss me?ā you ask āIām sure youād do it betterā
āI wonāt kiss you firstā he states and you stare at each other for another moment before you give in and lean up once more, this time more certain but hang right before his lips again. He squeezes your hands - it's gonna be fine. So you place a peck on his lips, not expecting them to be so mellow and warm enough to radiate heat all over your body.
He smiles widely and you involountery do the same, embarrassed by your first kiss.
āHope youāre happy now.ā You try to hide your face with your hand but he doesnāt let go of it so you bring them both up intertwined and use your forearm to cover your hot cheeks. āGonna show me how to kiss properly now?ā
Palms up in the air right before Hyuckās face when he places a quick peck on your knuckles and forces it down, pressing to your sides.
āKeep practising.ā He shrugs, not moving a bit.
āHyuckā you whine.
āYes?ā
āCanāt you do it now?ā
āWhy won't you?ā
āBecause iām shyā
āSince when?ā He draws you to him by your hands, pressing your chests together. āKeep practising,ā he repeats.
You sigh and give him another peck.
āClose your eyes,ā he orders as if he is not inspecting you with his own.
āUgh⦠Iām scared I will miss your lips.ā
āSo cute, '' he mutters. āYou know..ā he kisses the tip of your nose ā... there are otherā¦ā you feel his lips on your cheek ā... places to kissā¦ā his mouth on your eyelids forcing them close and you donāt pray them open when he stops milimetres from your lips. āKeep practising.ā
So you do. One peck, then another and another. They are simple and short, as you're not sure how exactly to move your lips but Donghyuck lets you, patiently waiting for you to get familiar with the act, slowly ease into intimacy.
As you yearn for more, all the small kisses mold into one and he finally breaks. His palms let go of yours to grasp your face and he kisses you fiercely. First rushed movements show his impatience but moment later he balances his actions, lips confident but gentle, licking on your slightly parted ones, his thumbs stroking your cheeks tenderly. The act is so intense you move away to take a breath.
āDamn you, Hyuck. Took your sweet time didnāt you?ā you pant.
He just grins in response and dives back in to kiss you.
You try to pay more attention to what he is doing, and not how lightheaded it makes you feel. Confident enough you lick the side of his upper lip, making him come back right after, hastily catching your mouth.
Your lips are swollen, cheeks rosy, pulse crazy and damn, why is this so hot in here?
Donghyuck nibbs on your lower lip and you instinctively part them, his tongue slipping inside takes you aback. You pull away startled and pray your eyes open to look at your friend with ragged breath. He looks troubled yet your knees go weak at the sight of his flushed cheeks and ruffled hair.
āIām sorry. If itās too muchā¦ā
āNo, no. Itās not, you just caught me off guard.ā
He rubs your sides soothingly and looks at you with those big eyes, pupils wide from desire yet his gaze is tender.
āTell me if you want to stop.ā
āI donāt.ā
āBut if you will...ā
āI wonātā
āButā¦ā
You peck his mouth and then place your lips in the corner of his and then another on his jaw. āIs this okay?ā
āYeah.ā He affirms with a raspy voice.
You rush to trail your lips along his jaw, under his ear, his neck, oh so pretty neck. Youāre definitely gonna draw him later. A kiss. His Adam's apple bobbing when he swallows hard and you feel him pull your face up to kiss you fervently. You kiss him back and when you feel his tongue once more on your lower lip you open it up and lick at his tip.
Bodies fused together, hands more urgent, kisses more heated. When his fingers softly brush against the side of your right breast, your breath hitches.
āAre you gonna invite me to your room like a gentle man,ā you pant tired of waiting for him to move things forward āor you intend to fuck me on a couch in a living room?ā
āGeez, women these days.ā He rolls his eyes playfully. āSo impatient and straightforward. No need to be vulgar, my lady.ā
You pull at his hair to get back at his teasing, he hisses and then takes both your hands in his, guiding you to his room.
āWow,ā you say as soon as you enter it. āYou cleaned upā
āOf course I did.ā He sits down on the bed tapping his lap for you. āThough itās a shame Iāve cleaned up the candles already.ā
You stop dead just right above him.
āYou're kidding, right?ā But you sound sceptical. Itās not really like him to be into romantic stuff but after the dance he prepared you can't be sure of anything.
He just smiles, pulling you down to straddle his lap. You hasiate for a moment before letting yourself sit down.
"Yeah. Didn't want to overwhelm you with my thoughtfulness and generosity."
You mirror his smile and meet him halfway in a playful kiss. His palms slowly slide up your thighs, squeezing lightly at your hips eliciting a surprised gasp from you.
"Want this off" he breathes to the side of your neck, when warm fingertips graze your ribs and dip of the spine.
"It wonāt disappear on it's own."
At your permission, he tugs at your shirt, undressing you. Mesmerized, heās sliding fingers on your soft skin not covered by comfy bralette. Donghyuck looks you in the eyes and you shy away, hiding yourself in his neck. He pampers your neck with kisses, licking it occasionally, making you want more. You breathe hard and impatiently move your hips against Donghyuckās. He mewls at the friction, grabbing your hips and guiding them closer to his again and again.
You feel so hot, your panties sticking to your folds every time they brush against Donghyuck crotch. He wanders his hands over your body, leaving burning paths on your skin and a tingling sensation in your chest.
āTouch me, Hyuck, please.ā
He turns around laying you back on the bed. He looks into your eyes, placing a kiss above the hem of your pants and pulls them down together with panties.
āWhat do you want?ā He asks, trailing his lips down your navel. You stop him before his mouth gets lower.
āYours⦠Can you use your fingers?ā You whisper, your heart pumping against your chest, hoping it doesnāt sound awkward.
He traces his palm against your body, feeling up your abdomen, hips and inner thighs. His lips move up, tracing dips and angles on your shoulders and neck.
āDonghyuck,ā you say impatiently. āJustā¦ā Your breath hitches. Simple touch of his fingers on your centre so intimate, so pleasurable youāre not able to think about whatās to come.
Your friend looks at you attentively, reading your face as he gently caresses your folds and circles your clit with his thumb. Youāre caught up in his eyes and tender touch, as he slowly pushes a finger into you and itās such an unfamiliar sensation your jaw drops in surprise. Your walls are tight around his digit, scorching compared to his fingers which moments ago were leaving burning paths on your skin. Finger moving against your walls and you breathe heavily, getting used to the feeling. Donghyuck pampers you with kisses and keeps checking on you when he slowly puts another digit in. You knit your brows and hold your breath at the stretch, making Hyuck withheld to give you a long and reassuring kiss. He doesnāt say anything - no comments nor praises- which youāre grateful for. You donāt need sugarcoating, especially not now.
Your eyes are locked when youāre bucking your hips, stretching around his fingers and he curls them, speeding up. You grab his shoulders tight, steading yourself, looking down at his movement you see veins on his arm and taunt muscles, his fingers disappearing in you. Your eyes roll back when he hits a spot inside you that makes your toes curl.
āOh,ā you let out astonished with the feeling.
āThere?ā His voice raspy, fingers aiming at your spot again.
And you just nod rapidly feeling a familiar knot in your stomach. He can feel your walls tightening, knowing your high is close.
Hair on Donghyuck's nape rise up as you dip your nails into his back. He's shivering when your breath hits his hot skin. Nonetheless he keeps his fast peace, supporting himself on the right elbow with fingers entangled in your hair, his thumb caressing your temple.
When you orgasm, you orgasm hard. A hot wave going through you, your muscles tense up, bending your body in half to the point youād sit up if not Hyuckās body hovering over it, keeping you down. Your chest is pressed against his side, his fingers prolonging your orgasm. Your back falls down on the sheets, buzzling in your head making you twingle, feeling soft at little pecks your friend leaves on you.
āHow are you feeling?ā He murmurs into your skin, tracing his nose against your collarbones, high up your neck. His voice sounds like itās coming from behind the invisible wall - an effect of high blood pressure.
You just nod weekly not feeling a need to waste energy on actual words.
āDo you want to continue?"
You nod again and feel him smile against your cheek.
This motivates you to get yourself together. You push him off of you, shoving his back on the bed.
āCan I get on top?ā you ask, slightly taken aback at how grainy your voice sounds.
Your legs are still wobbly and he helps you straddle him again with a little pout on his face. āDid I not make you feel good?ā
āYou just straight up strive for praise donāt you?ā you tease weakly.
āI mean, that would be nice,ā he says looking up at you, his hand hovering over your tights moving up to your hips.
āSorry for neglecting that. You just gave me a mind blowing orgasm and iām not mentaly alert.ā
The blush emerging on his cheeks is so adorable it reminds you he's your best friend. What youāre doing now is a favor from him in order to make you expirience how the sex feels like. This intimacy you have now probably wonāt occur in the future and your heart stings a bit when you realize how happy and gratified you feel right now. The sex, that for so long seemed so abstract and unreachable for you is so easy, effortless and unconstrained with Donghyuck. Every touch, every move is so natural and welcomed you let yourself enjoy the moment and make the most of it. You lean down to kiss him deeply. āLet me return the favour. Tell me what you need me to do.ā
āWhatever you want to.ā He kisses your cheek. āIām all yours.ā
You blush at his words. And as much as they make you flutter youād rather not let them affect you too much not wanting to put more meaning into them than he intended.
āWhy are you still dressed then?ā you pull up his shirt and gasp. That's a sight to see, when the outline of his abs move while heās throwing the clothing on the floor.
He catches you staring and smirks smugly. āI know, right?ā
You suppose you should look away but his naked body is so captivating.
āWhen did you get those?ā you exhale, moving your hand to touch him mesmerized.
āJohnny has been dragging me to the gym for the last few weeks. Hey, stop drooling.ā
His teasing calls you back to reality.
āArenāt we talking too much?" you ask.
āNo. Youāre the one whoās talking too much. Iām just answering to be polite.ā
You frown at his words.
āStop worrying. Iām gonna tell you if I wonāt like it.ā
Tentative at first, you start to roam your palms on his skin, focused on his reactions. Shivers when you touch his nipples, breath hitched when you trace your fingers right above the hem of his jeans. His neck is your favourite, extra responsive as you pamper it with kisses, caressing his muscles and angles with your fingers. Perfectly visible, reacting to every movement. You sight mesmerized and kiss above his collarbones and he wraps his arms on your waist protectively.
Itās only this one time when you're this close and the small possessive part of you canāt bear the thought that youāre not the only one touching him this way. That heās not anticipating affection the way you do, as itās innate for him. You get greedy, fully aware you're gonna regret this later you whisper.
āHow does one give a hickey?ā Donghyuck tightens his fingers on your sides āYou donāt need to show me. I just thought that if weāre at that already I could ask? You can just tell me if you donāt want me you knowā¦. to do it.ā you stumble.
āItās okay. I donāt mind,ā he affirms. āDo you want me to demonstrate?ā
You nod.
āLet me sit upā
You get off his lap for a moment, just to let him lean on the head board and pull you on him again. Your naked centre right next to his, you can feel his hard member against your tight. He leans up and places soft kisses on your chest, stopping at the exposed mound of your breast sucking lightly and licking the spot. When heās done he moves his lips up your throat to the ear and whispers āNow youā nibbling on your earlobe.
So you get to work, tentatively at first leaving small hickeys on his chest and shoulders, careful not to mark him in any visible place. The heat makes you move your naked hips onto his, fabric of the jeans, making delicious friction on your clit. Hyuck emits a whine sending pleasurable chills down your spine. You lay your hand on his belt.
āMay I?ā He nods eagerly. When you unbuckle it, the action itself makes you feel powerful and small at the same time. Embarrassed at the dark spot you left on his crotch, you quickly tug down Donghyuckās pants together with boxers to avoid him noticing how wet you are, not looking at him at all.
āY/nā? His voice a bit shaky, as heās now fully naked beneath you.
āYeah?ā You heavily let out.
āYou can look at me, you know?ā
āI donāt wanna be indelicateā
He engulfs your face in his palms, caressing your cheeks āI know youāre tactful but you make me feel insecure not wanting to look at me, Iād rather have you not being able to take your eyes off of meā
āAs if. Youāre too full of yourself to feel insecureā you pant, feeling his member slightly pressed to your center. Youāre dripping, your walls are clenching and you try hard to comprehend your thoughts but you can't think. āWhat⦠what are we doing now?ā
āIt dependsā he kisses you. āAs for me, I'd kill to feel you right now. Iām so hard it hurts.ā His voice low and hoarse, hand trailing down, thumb slipping between your folds and you buck your hips, gasping into his mouth āBut itās up to you what actually weāre going to do now.ā
āI want toā¦ā You drop one of your arms from his shoulders and hover it above his erection. āI want to feel you inside me.ā He nods encouraging you. You awkwardly start tracing fingers down his shaft and Donghyuckās body almost melts under you, he lets out a whimper as you move it back up to his tip, pleased with his response.
āOh shitā he hisses. āPlease, justā¦ā
You nod eagerly āCondom.ā
āFirst drawerā He instructs and you reach his night stand. Watching intently how he rips the package with his teeth and then handles himself pumping a few times before putting it on and rolling down his shaft. Sight of him handling himself makes you gulp, red head slipping between his fingers, you can feel yourself dripping down on his thighs.
āYou sure you wanna ride me?"
Yes, you are. Thereās no way youāll just lay on your back and wait for your friend to put his meat into you, willingly depriving yourself of control. And even though you feel like you're groping in the dark, itās not as awkward as you were worried it might be. Hyuckās affection and understanding make you know that he wonāt judge you. He gives you freedom in this unfamiliar and straining moment and you hope he wonāt mind the whim of the little control you want. You look at him nervous but determined.
āIf you let me.ā
Your friend looks up at you, his gaze seems so preoccupied you wonder if he heard you. He places a kiss on your lips soft like a whisper.
āBe my guestā. His right hand slides down to his shaft, steading it for you when you raise your hips to move onto him.
When you feel his tip between your folds, at the entrance to your vagina, the realization hits you like a cold shower. Youāre about to be penetrated and itās definitely gonna be more than two fingers.
You look wide-eyed at Hyuck, and for once you're grateful he can read your every emotion. The hand from his member moves to your backside supporting you, while the other grabs your tightly intertwining your fingers as you use it as leverage. Your free arm wrapped around his neck keeping your chests close to each other as you slowly slide down his member.
You both maintain eye contact keeping check on each other. Sure, youāre the one having a dick inside of you for the first time but youāre in control which makes you obligated to make sure Hyuck is okay too. Even if you are not - and right now youāre definitely not feeling okay, stretching badly around him you keep moving down scared to draw back. When you placed yourself on him to the point you felt like youād burst you hid your face in his neck breathing unsteady. You felt so extremely full and so overwhelmed. It doesnāt help that Donhyuck is soothing you, knowing youāre uncomfortable - all you could think about was the pain you felt in your lower half. So invasive and unnatural, you let out a broken sob before you could stop it.
Hyuck goes rigid at the sound of raw pain. āWhatās wrong?ā He immediately wants to slap himself because he clearly knows the answer.
āIāve got your giant phallus inside me and youāre babying me,ā you say defensively with a shaky voice.
āYou want me to stop?ā he asks worried, halting movements of his fingers gently rubbing your skin. Missing it immediately, you shake your head no.
āYou can veto me if you want.ā He places soft kisses on your neck up to your ear. āYou can veto everything if you want.ā You merely shake your head again and he kisses behind your earlobe āYouāve got an oil paint in here. Blue.ā
Distraction, not sugarcoating.
āIām sorryā Itās too loud for the moment, making you even more tense. Donghyuck kisses you again on the stain and moves down your throat.
āFor the stain? Itās enchanting. For being mean? Itās titillating. Sitting on my penis? Itās welcome. Being in pain? Itās not something you control.ā
He seems to not mind. He seems like he doesn't even notice how much of a giver he is when you only take and not give in return. Heās so good with you you feel like thereās no way you could give him back his kindness, patience and caringness.
So you're gonna give him what you can. If you got comfortable, even impatient and eager for his touch, familiar with his arms around you, fingers intertwined with yours, lips on your skin, then you can get comfortable with him being inside you. You are gonna make this as good for him as you can, screwing your idiosyncrasies.
When he covers your shoulders in kisses replacing the cold aggressive shivers you felt with warm and pleasurable ones, you push through the unwelcome sensation of being full. Stretching subsided significantly, you place a peck on Hyuckās pulse as a little heads-up. Then you slightly move your hips up.
The moan he elicits startles you but nonetheless encourages to keep going. And even tough you barely move, moderatedly draging yourself up and down his shaft on your trembling legs, you know your friend doesnāt care for now, as he wshispers breathless āfuckā. He rarely swears in your presence as he claims himself old fashioned and refuses to curse in the lady's presence.
His lips move hastily to your cleavage and you begin to feel a layer of sweat on your skin.
āHyuckā you pant. āI feel hotā
āYou are hot, sweetheart,ā he murmurs. Lips occupied, nibbling around the strap of your bra.
You just shake your head at his lame response, in too much hustle to address it. āTake it off.ā
He eagerly croons, moving his fingers from your ass to the fastening of your bralette, you smile at him trying to struggle with it one handed since he refuses to let go of your hand to make it easier.
āIāll give it right backā you assure. Your hips grind against his as you give your thighs a little break. He gasps at the movement and lets you unclasp your bra. He pulls it down right then, devotedly kissing the swell of each of your breasts.
āSo beautiful.ā Your movements halt, shy with adoration yet you feel sting in your chest instead of flattering. Paying extra attention to your every little reaction, Hyuck recognises your doubt right away. He finds your gaze. āI mean it.ā
Arms around each other. Deep kisses. Intertwined fingers. Your movements get more confident and precise. God, feels good. When your legs start to tremble, Donghyuck bends his knees for support, making you lean back. With another sway of your hips, heās hitting a spot inside you and has you moaning. His hips buck up at the sinful sound you made.
Your movements speed up, your friend sits up to cover your chest in kisses, caressing your breasts with free hand. Thumb over your nipple sending strong shivers down your spine and when he places his mouth on it, your fingers squeezing his other palm tightly. Wary of your reaction he tentatively gives your bud a lick and then sucks lightly making you head spin. Your body arching, fully displayed for him as he worships it.
Youāre both covered in sweat as your walls start to tighten around him, he moves his hand from your breasts down to rub your clit.
āWait, wait, you say abruptly, forcing yourself to grab his forearm immediately making him halt his movement. āIām gonna come,ā you whine.
āYeah, thatās the goal,ā he whispers with a raspy voice, looking into your eyes and keeps working his fingers on you. Itās so pleasurable you feel your high so close your hips start to move involuntarily and you come clashing hard. Clenching on him, you drag out a groan from him. Your body convulsing, pleasurable shivers not only running through your body but running in it. Your head goes blank for a moment, you mewl a weak āHyuckā.
You feel like you ascentended from your body, only aware of your friend because of your intertwined fingers and his soft rubbing on your clit. Although you still feel your high wearing off you move his hand away from your centre and weakly try to move your hips but now even grinding is too much for you.
āHyuckā you start, sounding broken. Heās twitching in you, your walls pulsing around him and youāre hopeless. āI want you to come but I canāt feel my legs,ā you whine apologetically and he hums trailing kisses up your neck. āAre you⦠even close?"
āOh God,ā he sighs needy in your skin. āI swear Iām about to come. I could simply jack off butā¦ā his shaft twitching in you.ā Can I take over, please?ā
You just nod, eager to satisfy him. He helps you move from his lap, whining at your strained muscles and carefully lays you down on the soft sheets.
When his hips are settled between your legs, fingers above your head once again intertwined when he starts moving inside you. His thrusts more pinpointed than yours, dragging his member against your walls, quickly speeding up. His moves are almost desperate, grip on you firm as if heād never wanted to let you go.
You shiver.
His mouth so close they steal your breath, swallowing the air you let out. His body between your legs, pinning you down, your skins sticky with sweat. The amount of stimuluses from another body is triggering. You freeze, unable to react, scared your slightest move would make you touch him more.
Though it doesn't make him disappear from above you, from inside you.
You feel shackled and you bite your lip to stop yourself from wincing.
Donghyuck is your best friend, the person who cares for you, the person you feel the most at ease with. The person who understands you or at least takes his time to get to you - if youād ask him to stop heād do it without questioning, putting your comfort over his.
However, him being your favourite person, makes you want him to feel as good as he made you feel, therefore you fight back your repulsion, shut down a screaming need to run away. You focus on his face, showing so many emotions you could spend days trying to comprehend the amount of passion this manās heart can carry. He meets your eyes and slows down as if sensing something is wrong.
āAre you okay?ā
You nod and avert your gaze, doing your best not to tremble when you bring your lips next to his ear
āCome, Hyuck.ā your whisper is a little broken, begging. āPlease, come.ā
And he does with the next sharp thrust, letting out a sweet moan, you feel his seed filling up the condom. His hips erratic, breath heavy as you let him ride out his high.
He places the softest, most tender and caring kiss on your temple and although you longed for his kisses minutes ago, now, when you feel trapped underneath him, the lovely act suffocates you.
You want to get up, you want space. The need to tear off your skin in places where it touches him seems unrealistic but rational at the same time. Thereās not enough air to breath.
You donāt mean to push Donghyuck off of you. Heās spent and you know he needs a moment to recover but you donāt trust yourself to stay like this any longer. āLet me goā your voice is strained, when you aim for it to be calm.
He worriedly gets off of you, careful when he pulls out and takes the condom off. You roll on your side, close to the edge of matters, preparing yourself to get up, feeling better at the cold air hitting your skin. So free. Open and vulnerable laying completely naked on your friend's bed with slight aching between your legs. You force yourself to shower but the moment you get up, your trembling legs give up, your knees bending as you slump to the floor.
āCarefulā you hear Donghyuck. Your body gets alert when he grabs your arms to support you. Feeling your body stiffening in aversion, he pulls away sitting you on the bed for a moment.
āDid I hurt you?ā
He sounds worried and you canāt brace yourself to look at him, so you just shake your head.
āHow are you feeling?ā
You tighten your lips because you wanna tell him how extatic the whole experience was. You felt loved and adored like youāve never been. Perfectly accepted in your whole being. But then it stomped onto you. You lost grip on the situation and overreacted.
āGood,ā you whisper.
He knows youāre not.
āLook at me,ā he says.
You couldn't, ashamed of your selfishness. You wanted to run and rushed him to finish, when he was so affectionate and devoted to you.
āPlease,ā he asks again, lowering himself on his knees to your eye level. He reaches a hand out to you but you instinctively withdraw yours avoiding his touch. You look at him apologicately and immediately regret it, seeing his hurtful gaze. You know you should grab his hand and hug him, yet knowing how to appease him, doesnāt make you do it. Right now you canāt bear the thought of touching him. You close your eyes.
āCan I use the shower?ā you ask, itching to get yourself clean. At this moment being dirty and still feeling someoneās touch on you clouds your mind to the point you canāt possibly care about anything else.
He doesnāt respond immediately and when he does, heās voice sounds strange, absent-minded like heās disbelieving.
āDo you have clothes to change?ā
You donāt. After all, all of this was cancelled.
You watch him get up, pulling out a long-sleeved hoodie from his closet and handing it to you. You put it on you when heās grabbing other clothes for you.
āMay I?ā
At your nod he helps you up, cautious to grab you only by your covered forearms; he walks you to the bathroom leaving you at the door frame, handing you fresh clothes.
You only left him with a formal āThank youā, before locking the door behind you.
***
Since the morning youāve been working on your sculpture to busy yourself with something and keep your mind away from overthinking. Which didnāt really work.
Renjun showes up in the atelier in the late afternoon for your drawing practise, but the only thing his presence changes is the target of your nerves.
You frown displeased at another sketch youāve made today. Messed up proportions, uncaptured movement of the body, wrong composition and clear anatomy confusion. Basic mistakes youāve been making the whole day.
āWhatās up with you today?ā Renjun asks, clearly noticing your bad performance.
āWhat do you mean?ā
āWell, I'm not shaming but your work looks like shit. Itās like your first time with charcoal in hand.ā Words not kind but fittingly describing your drawings.
āIām just⦠having a bad day.ā
āBad day, huh?ā Renjun gives you a side eyed look. āYou know who else has been having a bad day for the last four days?ā
Donghyuck, of course. The last few days have been like a constant feeling of guilt and uncertainty since what happened between you two on saturday.
You knew you messed up. You shouldn't distance yourself and push Hyuck away.
He made sure you enjoyed the evening and felt comfortable, fully adapting to your needs and wants.
Whatever you want. Iām all yours.
He made the whole night about you when you couldn't make it to stay with him for aftercare.
Donāt overthink. Donghyuck is just a very devoted and caring friend. It doesnāt mean that affection and kindness he showers you with is distinctive to you. Itās natural for him to treat his friends this way.
And even though shower did calm you down, cleared your thoughts, and purified that heavy, dragging-down feeling, you pushed Donghyuck away and now you should apologize and make up for it.
However when you came back to his room, standing in a doorframe uncertain how to begin an apology he was staring blankly into space lost in thoughts. You've made your way to the bed, quietly sitting on the edge.
Tentatively you slid your arm on the covers, but be withdraved his fingers before you could reach them.
It had never crossed your mind that he might reject you.
He never ever denied you affection, even when you were fighting. He never questioned your plea for touch, always happily welcoming it. So what happened now? Was it because you ran away so abruptly? Would you really hurt him that badly? Or maybe youāve mistaken the whole situation? Maybe he didnāt expect aftercare since you're not exactly lovers? His sudden coldness in such a contrast to the loving demeanour he had just moments ago, made you feel so inappropriate.
You glance at him. He didn't look at you, his eyes blindly staring at the wall in front of him. You were out of place. Feeling of being unwelcome consuming you, but you didnāt really want to go, scared that if you leave now, you wonāt be able to talk things out, making you two stay this awkward. Yet you knew itās your fault, and you didnāt want to do more harm, therefore you were ready to leave if thatās what your friend wished for.
āDo youā¦ā you cleared your throat after hearing your hoarse voice. āShould I leave?ā
His lips formed a fine line, as you waited for response. He only spoke up when you numbly got up, looking for your clothes.
āDonāt go,ā he muttered. āJust⦠just go to sleep. Itās late.ā he said dispiritedly, standing up and disappearing behind the bathroom door.
Confused and lost, you cautiously laid down hoping tomorrow morning youād be able to talk it out.
But the morning wasnāt easy either. You both had bad sleep, laying for hours side by side on a bed too small for two people avoiding contact with each other. An awkward and heavy silence swallowing you as neither wanted to start the conversation out of fear of being dismissed. The night was long, as the feeling of guilt and uneasiness laid on your chest, taking your sleep away. You only napped a bit before the dusk, tired from overthinking and lulled by Hyuckās steady breath.
He got up a little before you - the bed empty but still a little warm when you woke up. His absence caused a small sting in your chest.
He was in the kitchen, pouring milk into the bowl of cereal, when he spotted you in the doorway. Wearing your own clothes, bag on the shoulder, ready to leave. The awkwardness basically pushing you out of the flat.
He gauged you. āI suppose you're not staying for breakfast?ā He had dark shadows under eyes, hair messy, his usually energized posture now slouched.
āI should probably get going. Itās late and Iād rather avoid running into Johnny.ā
He just nodded.
āIā¦ā you started, not really sure what to say. He didnāt want to talk. But you didnāt want to leave like this. āIāll see you around then?ā
He looked back at the milk in his bowl. You couldnāt see his face but wanted to kick yourself for how hurt he seemed when he gave you a weak āSure.ā
You left with a heavy feeling in your chest, doors closing behind you louder than ever.
Now you look up at Renjun, anxiety filling you up.
āDid he say something?ā
āSo it is about you two.ā he says smugly, gathering his own drawings into a folder.
Oh. So he didnāt.
āDonghyuck just keeps saying itās not my business when it clearly is. Weāve got to have shit done for the project and he's been sulking since sunday,ā he complains. āWhat happened between you two?ā
āNone of your business.ā You collect your pencils and tie them up together with rubber to keep them from scattering in your bag.
The boy pouts. āCould you at least talk it out? I really need him at his best right now.ā
Sweet Renjun, always so selfless.
āNot really. He doesnāt want to talk to me.ā You put on your jacket rushing up the boy with a firm stare.
āNo way.ā He gives you a doubtful look, but obediently puts on his coat. āBoy is such a simp for you, I won't believe heās giving you the cold shoulder.ā
He might have meant it in a playful way but his words hit a nerve. āHyuck is not a simp. Especially not for me.ā
Renjun raised his brows high. āYou do realize he bribed me to teach him waltz the whole Friday, right? I wonder who he might do that for.ā
āHeās a very good friend and has an interesting personality with a charming attitude,ā you state, holding the door for Renjun and you get pulled with it by the strong wind.
āSure.ā He looks at you unapologeticaly. āHonestly, you two are sulking and it doesnāt do any good for either of you. You look like two miserable rolls of sadness.ā
You sigh. Hyuck was a constant element of your life for the past two years and you didn't realize how it would look like without him. Of course, itās not like you talked every day, at times when one of you would go to visit family or for a weekend with friends, you were perfectly fine with catching up after a few days. But this was different.
Then you knew there was an option to text him all call when you needed it, you knew that he was gonna come back and youād spend hours talking your ears off.
Now? Even though youāve seen each other on campus in the past days youād barely acknowledge the other.
āBelieve me, if only I could - Iād fix this.ā
āSo youāre the one to blame? If youāre ready to apologize, why canāt we just make him listen to you? Maybe if he knows youāre sorry heād forgive you whatever you did.ā
The problem is Hyuck has this pro-people personality, which means heād rather avoid the problem than resolve it and risk that confrontation might do more harm than good. You sigh again. Sweeping the problem under the rug doesnāt resolve it.
āThe thing is that considering what I think I did that heās hurt about forcing him to anything wouldn't be fair.ā
āYouāre not sure what you did to hurt him?ā Renjun asks, puzzled.
āKind of?ā Because you know - you neglected him. Though this was never the reason for him to dismiss you. āThe thing is that when I wanted to fix it he rejected me.ā Your voice breaks at the end. Talking about it with Renjun - even briefly - somehow made it seem more like a situation that actually happened, not just a dream you and Donhyuck miraculously shared.
When you stop at the crossroad you face Renjun and try not to squirm under his scanning gaze. āI know I screwed but he wonāt even look at me,ā you say with a shaky voice.
Why is he avoiding you? It canāt be just because you left. Did he regret he had sex with you? Was the whole experience bad for him or was it just you? Is it possible for your impressions to differ that drastically? You felt ecstatic when he thought it obnoxious? Would that be the reason he would treat you like that? Because he felt sorry for you? But itās not like himā¦
āHey.ā You hear Renjunās voice and notice his hand waving before your eyes to catch your attention. āI believe there's a way to make things right. Donghyuck isnāt okay with this silent treatment he gives you either. Besides, he likes you too much to let you go so easily.ā His words are comforting but his voice strict, matching his next words āSo either you two just need a moment to sort things out or youāve hurt him like hell, and I swear if you did, Iāll dig a grave for you with my own hands.ā he declares, making your heart heavy with guilt. āNow, letās go. Weāre already late.ā
āIām not going to guys today.ā
āBullshit.ā
āI donāt think Donghyuck wants me there.ā
Renjun gasps in fake outrage. āThanks. Itās not like I want you to come. Or Johnny. Or Jaemin. Or Mark. Or⦠ā
āOkay I got it.ā You stay silent for a moment, nonetheless following your friend. āBut what if it upset him?ā
āI donāt care and I donāt know what happened but avoiding each other instead of talking it out seems to make it worse. Honestly, if you wonāt come you will add fuel to the fire.ā
āDidnāt you just say that we need a moment to sort it out?ā
āFor days is a hella long moment, for my liking,ā he judges. āStop scrutinizing.ā
āIām just humbly trying to follow your inconsistent guideline.ā You shove your hands deep in your pockets to protect them from the cold.
***
When you arrive at the guysā place thereās a lot of noise coming from inside and Renjun knocks at the door twice to finally hear footsteps approaching the door.
The thought of being dismissed by Donghyuck, unnerves you and you instinctively grab for your friend's hand to settle yourself, only to feel repulsion and disappointment. Itās not Hyuck, you realize - his fingers are longer and pleasantly warm, skin much softer, contrasting with yours dry from clay. You quickly let go of Renjunās hand apologizing.
āItās okay,ā he affirms in a low tone. āI get it.ā
You hear Johnnyās voice and then Hyuck opens the door. His smile falls at the sight of you.
āWhatās up?ā chirps Renjun.
Donghyuck just stares at you coldly.
āI didnāt know if youād come today.ā
These are the first words you hear from him since Sunday morning and you are slightly taken aback by how unfamiliar his voice sounds: hollow as if washed out of emotions.
It hurts but guess you deserve it.
āWhy wouldn't I meet my friends?ā you clench your jaw. āJust because you overlook me doesnāt mean I should ignore them.ā
Okay that wasnāt nice either. Renjun subtly shoves your foot. Be kind. Didnāt he mention something about adding fuel to the fire?
You watch Donghyuckās Adamās apple move as his gulps, silently shifting his full attention to Renjun. It affected him - good. At least heās not staring blankly at you anymore.
āHay, man.ā he forces a smile on his face and you get thrills at how sincere it seems. āGuys are in the living room. Weāre having a drinking night today.ā
You raise eyebrows in surprise as he lets you in. Itās the middle of the week so there is usually no alcohol at the gatherings.
āWe have beer and vodka if youāre interested but if you want something else you should probably pop to the store before it closes.ā
āWhy so abruptly? Couldn't you text us?ā asks Renjun, taking off his coat.
āJaemin broke up with his girlfriend.ā
āSo weāre mourning or celebrating?ā you inquire.
Donghyuck only shrugs, not even looking at you and walks back to the living room.
And as if youāre not feeling shitty enough, Renjun looks at bewildered and whispers āWhat the fuck did you do?ā
For the rest of the night youāre dismissed by Hyuck which seems to not go unnoticed by your friends. No one addresses it though and the elephant in the room is eventually forgotten in conjunction with consumed alcohol and lazyly played out game.
Todayās theme is butterfly, chosen by Mark last week, because apparently ātheyāre both pretty and creepyā. The first round goes quite fast; people give the easiest references to use it up before others.
Mark starts with a Butterfly Effect movie with Ashton Cutcher and at that Donghyuck said āButterfly effect, but the real one, according to chaos theory - Edward Lorenzās Butterfly effect.ā
āYeah, yeah,ā says Johnny. āYou donāt need to remind us how smart you are.ā He takes a sip from his drink. āButterfly effect by Travis Scott.ā
Renjun and you enumerate art pieces with butterflies and when you run out of Dali you proceed to Kush and Hirst.
Jeamin drops out first as heās the most wasted and canāt pay attention to actually compete.
āWhy - and I mean why - among plenty of insect superheroes there's none turning into butterflies? Spiders, ants, freaking vaspsā¦.ā
ā...ladybugs and papillons,ā you interfere cheerily. āMiraculous Ladybug for my turn.ā
You have to admit you liked this state. You were the joyful drunk type, booze making you giddy and loosening your tongue. Thatās one of the reasons why you donāt drink often. Youāre scared you might lose yourself in this carefree mood and get stuck, never drinking to the point when you werenāt aware of the amount of liquor youāve been pouring into yourself. The fear of not being able to control your body and behavior creeping on you, effectively keeping you in check.
āThen Iāll go with Barbie Mariposa'' says dreamly Johnny. āSheās soo cool. I wanna have her sparkling wings. They would leave a path of glitter wherever I go. So spectacular.ā
āDude, youāre too heavy even for whale wingsā Mark points out after drowning down shots with Renjun.
āWhaleās wings are fins and they have totally different functions.ā frowns Renjun.
āDuh. Thatās why they call it homologous organs.ā
āNot really, arms are homologous actually, wings areā¦ā
āI wanna be a fairy!ā whines Johnny.
āThen maybe stop bulking up,ā advises Mark.
Johnny firmly shakes his head with tight lips, displeased. āNo, no. No. I succeeded in earning Hyuck abs. If I gave up now Iād lose the accomplishment.ā
āYouāre shitting me,ā exclaims Renjun. Even Jeamin props himself up from the floor to have a good look at boys. āI want to see.ā
āExcuse me?ā Donghyuck nearly chokes on the beer heās been sipping since you came.
āWhy wonāt you show off your muscles hmm?ā taunts Jaemin. āItās just us.ā He maneuvers his hand around the room and stops at you. āOh, right. Our prude can close her eyes if she minds the sigh of a human body.ā
You huff.
āYou still havenāt got a dare right?ā you ask, bitter at the memory of the Saturday night. āIt was really nice not being able to talk last week, so have fun with that.ā
The boy frowns and lies back down on the floor hiding his head on the elbows. āBuzzkill.ā
āHush. Jaem. Youāre not allowed to speak,ā says Donghyuck, not looking at you. āItās my turn.ā
And this is how the game goes. Songs and books are being cited, Johnny and Mark lost one by one, failing to properly cite Papillon book and its movie adaptations, passing the turn to Renjun.
āButterfly waltz,ā he says.ā By Brian Crainā
Your body weighs down with a sour reminder of sweet dances with Hyuck in the living room. You want to look at him, check if he thinks about it too. You restrain yourself. Youād be hurt if he wouldnāt and it would be awkward if he would. Instead, you glance at drunk Renjun who quickly catches it and winks at you before shifting his eyes back to Donghyuck.
āSo?ā
āI donāt know,ā answers the boy with a distant voice. āPassā
āItās a dare thenā Renjun claps his hands joyfully. āYou know, Johnny really intrigued me with those abs of yours. Mind taking off your shirt?ā
Hyuck clenches his jaw displeased but nonetheless complies, grabbing the shirt on his back and tugging it through his head. You avert your eyes, trying not to stare when Mark whistles softly. āNice job, Johnny.ā
āI believe you mean muscles,ā says Johnny, collecting Hyuckās shirt like a trophy and putting it rolled under his head. āGod knows, hickeys are not mine.ā
You look mortified at Donghyuck. His skin is stamped with fading - but still visible - marks you left on his chest in places you thought no one would see. Guess you were wrong. You look up and meet his expecting eyes. His gaze hurt but distanced as if saying Are you proud of yourself?
You stand up, too frantically - you get light-headed. Your friends joke around as you go to Donghyuckās bedroom to grab him something to wear. Thereās no trace of tidiness from a few days ago. Pencils scattered on the desk along with open books and notes spread out on the floor. You grab the only folded clothing in your eyesight from beside the unmade bed, recognizing it as the hoodie he offered you the last time you were in here. It looks just like you left it on Sunday morning and your heart shrinks with the sorrowful feeling.
You come back to the living room, handle Donghyuck the clothing which he accepts grudgingly, shivering as the goosebumps cover his skin. Heās met with loud protest from the guys when he pulls it on.
āShut up,ā you nag them, averting your gaze from his body. āYou dared him to take off his shirt not to freeze off his ass.ā You sit back at your place on the floor next to Renjun. āMoronā you murmur angrily.
āYou wonāt believe it but I have a theory why you two are on not talking terms.ā He adjusts to your undertone letting guys unconsciously cover it up with their loud antics. āI think youāre jealousā¦ā
āIām not jealous,ā you protest.
ā...Then I think youāre mad at Donghyuck for getting laid. Though it has a bunch of missing points - like shouldn't you be the one giving him the silent treatment then? Nevertheless it still seems more likely than the other theory in which you two finally slept with each other but it didnāt end up well.ā He takes a sip from his drink.āBut this one has one hella big black hole which is you having sex.
You clench your jaw, irritated at your meddling friend. āAlphonse Muchaās Dance from 1898,ā you say, trying to drop the subject, however Renjun just stares at you with a tilted head, a drunky-curios look on his face. Then he raises his eyebrows hiccuping.
āPass.ā He gives up the game letting you win. āSo, tell me the truth. You did it, didnāt you? I know youāve been hanging out together on Saturday.ā
āAnd how does it differ from other times we hang out together?ā
āI donāt remember. It made sense in my head just now.ā He furrows his brows trying to think past his drunken state. āOh. Johnny mentioned Hyuck wanted a flat for himself at that time.ā
āYouāre wasted.ā You reach for the cup in his grasp..
āButā¦ā
āNo. Youāre barely sitting straight.ā You flinch at how uptight you get as you start to sober up. You hate mothering your friends but you donāt want to see them puking their own clothes. āYouāre gonna have a massive hangover tomorrow.ā
āNot cool.ā He pouts. āYou restrict my liberty.ā
āHave fun then.ā You give him back the cup and get up. āSorry for suffocating you.ā
You sigh tiredly leaving the room to hide in the kitchen, knowing the boys are drunk. Usually you play along with your friendās teasing and understand social aspects of alcohol but it takes its toll on you to be around hammered people. Some levels of intoxication were giving more harm than fun.
You close your eyes. You mean well. It just doesnāt end up as intended so maybe you shouldnāt interfere? After all youāre all adults and you believe your friends can keep a level head. Yet somehow Donghyuck cares for their friends and still manages for people to not see him as prude and up-tight. You cover your face with palms, sighing. āWhat is wrong with me?ā
āY/n?ā you hear his mild voice and look up. Heās standing in the doorway, keeping you at distance, nonetheless his eyes wide with concern.
Apologize. Heās here waiting for you to speak up. Say youāre sorry.
āIā¦ā you hesitate, as he meets your gaze. You miss him. Your talks and nights spent together on the couch with a movie playing on the tv. You miss his brilliant insight and playfulness. For the past few days you were missing his touch - something youād never think about before. You were feeling like the moment heāll speak up to you, youād ask for his daily hugs for all missed days. Though now when youāre standing with him one on one, his presence is enough. In fact itās more, so much more you donāt want to let it go, not daring to stampede him by bringing up that night. ā... just wanted to grab some water.ā
He stays silent, gauging you as if figuring out. He doesnāt say a word yet you feel small under his gaze.
āI better head off.ā You place a random glass in the sink, pretending you just emptied it. āHow are guys?ā
āWasted. They wonāt even notice if youāll goā
āI donāt want them to ⦠misunderstand it.ā
He hums and thinks for a moment. āI didnāt hear what Renjun told you but Iām sure heāll regret it when he sobers up.ā
āItās not only him.ā You shake your head. āJaemin is right about...ā
āTonight heās extra mean to everyone.ā Donghyuck points out with a calm voice. āBut if you really want to, I'll excuse you. Is your roommate coming to get you?ā
You wrap your shoulders around yourself. āYeah,ā you lie.
He raises eyebrows and straightens up. āFor sure she is.ā
You frown. āBut Iām not drunk anymore.ā
āIrrelevant. Itās the middle of the night and that's highly irresponsibleā he huffs at you, heading to the door to grab his jacket.
āStop it. Iāve been coming back home at night by myself plenty of times,ā you remind him. āIām going alone. If you walk me youād be the one coming home by yourself and thatās ridiculous.ā
āIād ratherā¦ā
Heās interrupted by the sound of shattering glass and Johnny's theatrical call āWe have an emergency, nurse!ā
āLooks like youāre more needed here.ā
He tightens his lips in a firm line.
āOh, fuck! Now itās actually an emergency.ā you hear Markās high pitched voice.
You raise your brow.
āJust... let me know when youāll get home.ā
You put on your own jacket. āIf I won't forget.ā
āIāll call you in twenty minutes and if you wonāt pick up Iāll start searching through ditches.ā
āIād already be dead, it would make more sense if youād wait ātill morning.ā
āY/n,ā he demands sternly.
āI promise Iāll text,ā you assure. āNight, Donghyuck.ā You close the door behind you, shutting down yells coming from the living room.
***
After you leave Donghyuck goes back to the guys to get rid of the shattered glass and wrap up Jeaminās fingers.
āYou suck at it.ā Mark comments, truthfully - Donghyuck does it messily, his hands shaking when picking the glass from broken skin.
āYeah, Iād rather have a pretty nurse treating my wounds.ā Jaemin pouts. āWhereās y/n?ā
Donghyuck clenches his jaw. āYou were a dickhead and she went home. Stop. fucking. wincing.ā
āI wasnāt more of a dickhead than you. Youāre just jealous I got balls to call her pretty, asshole.ā
āI swear Iām going to push those pisces further in if you wonāt shut up.ā
āTo be fair,ā interferes Mark - the only person besides Donghyuck sober enough to care about Jaemin's state. āYou both acted like jerks. And y/n would take care of it more thoroughly and way faster, actuallyā
Donghyuk huffs. āGreat. If you hurry you might catch up to her before she gets kidnaped on her way home.ā
āHey, you're not the only one worried she's coming back on her own,ā oposses Mark. āMaybe if you weren't ignoring her the whole night she'd stay.ā
Donghyuck's phone vibrates in his pocket and he quickly pulls it out to read your message.
āOh God,ā exhales Mark, looking over Donghyuckās shoulder. āStoneheart softie with a heart? How smitten with her are you?ā
Stoneheart softie ā¤ļø>> are guys alive? (1:50 a.m.)
āI am not. Back off, will you?ā Donghyuck raises eyebrows at Mark, ignoring the knowing look he exchanges with Jeamin.
> a little too alive for my liking. Donāt worry and go to sleep. (1:51 a.m.)
Stoneheart softie ā¤ļø>> hope youāll manage them. Night (1:51 a.m.)
Donghyuck puts down his phone and shifts his gaze to meet his friendsā suggestive looks.
āWhat?ā
āNothing.ā Mark exhales. āJust... donāt screw it up.ā
āBecause from what weāve seen today youāre fucking nailing it,ā adds Jeamin and reaches out his wounded palm back towards Donghyuck.
***
Two days later, on Friday afternoon Donghyuck is knocking on your front door. He knows youāre home even though youāre not answering - heās seen the dimmed light in your window from outside of the building.
The idea of meeting you makes him nervous since heās not sure how to act around you. Even though you talked two days ago, he knows that tip-toed conversation wonāt fix this awkward mess youāre currently in. And although he knows that this distance between you two is mostly his fault, it's initiated by you, which for him is a big question mark on how you see this relationship.
He knocks on the door again, anxious at why youāre not answering. Did you really not want to talk to him? Every time heās seen you on campus this week youāve been avoiding his gaze and even though you seemed fine, your smile faded and the shadows under your eyes got more visible every day.
Donghyuck supposed he didnāt want to talk to you either and yet here he was. He was mad and hurt you ditched him that night but he missed you too much to give up on you. He wanted to talk to you, experience your coltish playfulness and wit, listen to your exuberant rants about art and again feel familiar to you.
You were a very closed up person and the last few days were a cruel reminder of it. You were way more open and free-hearted around him than when you two were among your friends. Not being able to experience your unrestricted self made him feel left out. He couldnāt stop thinking about artists you discovered this week, books and articles youāve read, anecdotes you gathered and small jokes youāve made through the day.
āFuck,ā he curses under his breath. What was he even thinking when he offered you sex? Was he really that greedy that suddenly the time spent with you wasnāt enough? If he knew how itād turned out he would never bring up this stupid idea.
He hears quiet shuffling behind the door and looks up.
āYou know I can hear you, right?ā he says feeling silly talking to the door. āAnd I see you through the peephole.ā
āWhy are you here, Donghyuck?ā your voice is muffled.
āWhy are you pretending that youāre not?ā
āCan you come some other time?ā you suggest.
Donghyuck is taken aback by your response. He knows heās been cold to you lately but is it really that bad that you donāt want to let him in?
He sighs and looks down at the album he's holding. āRenjun sent me to give you back this book about Abakanowicz.ā
āItās Abakano-vitch, not Abakano-witch.ā you correct him reflexively. You clear your throat awkwardly. āCouldnāt he come himself?ā
āHe dodged me when I asked that.ā What exactly happened was Renjun throwing the book at Donghyuck after he let out another sigh that afternoon. His friend, wanting to work efficiently, lost his patience and shoved him out of the flat with curses and instruction to āgive it back to y/n and donāt you fucking dare to come back until youāll get everything done.ā
Youāre both silent, waiting for the other to let go.
āIām gonna open the door. Can you just leave it on the console?ā
He clenches his jaw. āSure.ā
He hears you unlocking the door and subduing footsteps as you move away. He enters the flat and places the album on the furniture standing by the wall, looking around but canāt see you in the room. At least you still trust him enough to let him into your flat, he thinks bitterly.
Out of spite, he opens the front door once again as if to leave but he closes it right away, staying in the flat and waiting for you to come out from wherever youāre hiding.
After a moment you waddle out of your room, faltering at the sight of him standing across the living room. Youāre wrapped up in a weighted blanket you got from Hyuck after your first fight to make you āget used to hugsā, hood tied on your face leaving out only your puffy eyes and red nose.
āI thought you left,ā you stammer.
He feels his features soften at your cracking voice, sounding like a bad recording.
āI wanted to check up on you,ā he lets himself give you this half-truth, because that was the plan... initially.
āWell, Iām aliveā You turn away from him, hiding your red face and taking down your hood in an attempt to look decent. You take a deep breath. āThanks for caring though.ā
This⦠is bad. Donghyuck never saw you crying and looking at you right now feels wrong. No matter what happens you just don't cry - you didnāt when youāve been writhing in pain when you had acute appendicitis nor when your rat died.
Your friendās perturbed by your tears, standing frozen and trying to figure out how to handle them. He does a quick math to ascertain your mopey state is your upcoming period doing. He knows how down you tend to feel when your hormones are having a party in your body, as you decline his offers to hang out and stray from your hobbies - those are situations he knows how to deal with. This is just way harder.
āDo you need to talk?ā
You stare back at him with a hurt face and he doesnāt dare to look away.
āI do.ā you nod. āAbout Saturday.ā
Donghyuck licks his lip nervously. Is he dreading the conversation - yes, but he also feels slight relief. Youāre a problem solving person, therefore you wanting to talk it out means that you care and that whatever is happening with your relationship bothers you too.
āI understand you feel resentful towards me as I owe you an apology,ā you start, and Donghyuck is slightly thrown off with your formal tone. āWhat I want to say is that⦠Thereās actually a lot to say. But I want you to know that I am sorry I ran away and I regret it so so much because it was inconsiderate and selfish, especially that I acted this way towards you,ā you confess.
Heās staring at you, displeased by your described apology. He doesnāt doubt your sincerity - heās just hurt at how filtrated and thought-through it feels. You keep him at a distance like youād want to forget you spent the night together. Like you want to erase your friendship back to where it was months ago.
āBut youāre very important to me therefore I need you to know that you didnāt deserve to be treated the way I actedā your voice wavers. āAnd I hope you forgive me.ā
Conflicted, he shifts his gaze away from you - your glossy eyes pacify the rage caused by your words and cold demeanor. He wants both to scream at you and engulf you in a hug.
āI think⦠that if you still want us to be friends, it would be best to forget about it.ā
Your lips part slightly as you stare at him, bemused by his harsh response.
āI will go now. Sorry for barging.ā
You need a second to collect yourself before you rush to the door, stumbling on the long blanket, to block his way out.
āNo. You donātā you frown at him stubbornly. āYou stay here until we talk it out. Miscommunication is the most common reason for ruined relationships and Iām not letting ours go because you wanna act like nothing happened. I know youāre not telling me something. Thereās no way you donāt care at all.ā you sigh heartbroken. āIām so lost. I tried to understand but I canāt comprehend this. How could you be so tender and caring and next moment youād barely acknowledge me. Was it an act? So I would feel loveable for once?ā You stop dead and Donghyuck can see on your face how you're trying to rebuild the walls around yourself, gathering back the emotions you just let open for him to see. āCan you be honest with me, please? At least I wanna know what you actually meant that night.ā
He looks at you disbelieving how you can doubt him. The puzzled and broken look on your face proving youāre not aware how he feels about you makes him lose his patience.
āI got hurt,ā he simmers, looking at you intensely. āI adore you and I felt delighted that you decided to be intimate with me. Everything I said and did was sincere. I would never act on that. God, I donāt even think I could,ā he exhales, taking a step back. āIf anything, I let myself be more frank than I ever had around you. And you⦠You were so intimate and exposed I felt like I experienced raw you - open up down to the core. The tenderness behind your adamant demeanor, dedication behind persistence, tactfulness behind harshness. Your pursuit for the best being your whole⦠I let myself believe that perhaps you might like me a little bit more than a friend.ā
He swallows hard, thinking how you showed him another side of you he didnāt know he wanted to know - the loving kisses you bestowed him with, tender touch on his skin, attentive eyes scanning his body like itās an artwork. How heās the only one youāre comfortable with touching and you let - you wanted - him to touch you everywhere. Maybe it wasnāt that meaningful to you, maybe those were just hormones? āOne moment we were making love and the next you were backing away and flinching under my touch. At first I thought I hurt you. However you simply walked out and locked yourself in the bathroom. Dismissing me like a damn toy.ā
You look into his eyes, an unconscious pout forming on your face. āI freaked out,ā you say quietly. āAnd I didnāt want you to see it. Thatās why I ran away.ā You rub your face and hold your palms over your cheeks. āIt was so⦠intense. Both mentally and physically. And when you⦠when we⦠ā a blush emerges from behind your fingertips.ā Um⦠at the end the feeling was everywhere inside and out and it was so absorbing. You were so close, I felt you and I couldnāt move. Actually I could hardly breathe and my body was getting numbā¦ā you sigh hopelessly. āI didnāt know how I'd react and didnāt want to snap at you.ā
āWhy didn't you stop me?ā he asks, letting out a trembling breath. Your behavior now seems abstract-like considering the fact that he was violating you causing your panic attack.
āI didnāt want to.ā
āWhat the hell, y/n?ā he whispers bewildered. āI abused youā
Your eyes widen at Donghyuckās conclusion, stumbling after him as he moves to the window, opening it to let in the col air. His head and chest are boiling and he wants to throw fists at himself for hurting you. It didnāt matter if you asked him to sleep with you. He knew you well enough to know youāre too prideful and stubborn to back away even if youāre disturbed.
The fresh nighty air cools your raging bodies. He feels your presence right next to him, not even looking at you. Youāre standing too close but now even if youād move to the other side of the room Donghyuck would feel like heās invading your personal space.
He takes a step back.
āIt was like... running, I guess?ā your voice is barely audible. āYou know, when your body revolts yet you wanna keep running anyway because you just know that thatās what you want.ā
āAre yo seriously comparing sex with me to running?ā
āWell,ā you shrug. āI really like running - you should be flattered.ā
He gasps, unbelieving how you can be joking right now.
āThis is serious, y/n. I violated youā¦ā
You shake your head firmly. āDonghyuck. Donghyuck, look at me.ā Your voice is more demanding, making him commply. He looks up at your determined eyes.
āYou think someone could take advantage of me? Youāre right. But youāre also foolish to think Iād let that happen again.ā
He furrows his brows, confused.
You lick your lips nervously. āWhen I was in high school I used to travel by train a lot for my pre-exam painting course. One Saturday I was waiting at a railway station after classes, watching a movie on my phone. It was a minor station so even though it was the middle of the day it was mostly empty, only a few people sitting across the track. As I was waiting there, a man approached and sat on the other end of the bench. Like I said there were no people so I was puzzled why he didnāt sit on one of the free benches. Nonetheless I said nothing because he looked slightly⦠abandoned by people and lonely and I didnāt want to be rude.ā Your voice hangs for a moment. "I was watching a movie with my earphones on so it took me way too much time to notice he was jacking off, staring at me, objectifying.ā Donghyuck is distraught by your words and what you say next makes him feel sick and angry. āHe didnāt even touch me - his obnoxious moans, hollow sound of his hand pumping his erection, lustful and piercing gaze made me despise myself for not reacting earlier, for letting him use me without me knowing, for being so freakin oblivious.ā Your voice loses stability for a moment as you reconstruct the memory.
He opens his mouth.
āWait, Iām making a point here.ā You exhale, your breath shaky. āYou made me feel a lot of things. Passion, desire, easement, acceptance... Iām not saying this is how you feel about me - this is how I felt - so loved it overwhelmed me but so good I wanted you to feel as close to this as possible. And Iām sorry it turned out like this but believe me you did not do anything i didn't want to nor harmed me in any way.ā
Donghyuck swallows hard trying to find the right words to say, as you stare at him biting your lip waiting.
āAre you still angry with me?ā you ask in a low tone.
āGod, no.ā His voice mild yet tired as he compulsively takes a step toward you. āNo. And Iām sorry for rejecting you that night. I shouldnāt have jumped into conclusionsā¦ā
āThen can we hug?ā you plead.
āOh, yes.ā He exhales, weak for any form of affection youāre willing to give him. āYes, please.ā
He strides towards you, fitting in your tight embrace. Wrapping his arms around you, embossing, he feels your pulse and heat radiating from you, even though your palms carry their usual coldness. Donghyuck contently tightens his grip and feels you squeezing him back.
āI missed this.ā your voice cracks at the end.
āStop crying, crybaby. Weāre all good,ā he murmurs in your ear.
āAbout that." You squeeze his sides, snuggling your head in the crook of neck. āDo you accept refunds?ā
āExcuse me?ā
He feels you smile against his shoulder, pleased with his offended tone. āI mean your performance was just fine, though adverse effects were beyond distressing.ā
āOh.ā He lights up at your scheme. āIām sorry, miss, but you ought to lodge a complaint within twenty-four hours from the end of the service. However, for special clients, we do offer compensation.ā
āHmm. And what does the compensation include?ā
āIt depends on the agreement between contractor and customer.ā
āIn that case, I remember my compensation including movie night with the contractor.ā
He nods. āI believe there was also section about hawaian pizza and ice creams.ā You cheer, excited at the idea. āFor the contractor of course to make amends for the commute.ā
āYouāre unbelievable.ā
āDuh, youāre to picky to have sex with just anyone.ā He grins and you roll your eyes with a soft smile appearing on your face.
āOh, the way you compliment yourself at my expense.ā
āSee what a self-sufficient man you got for yourself? I donāt even need other people to receive compliments.ā
You sneer and pull back out of his grasp. āWeāre watching a movie. Some action or thriller? We need heavy stuff to get rid of your growing ego polluting the air. Thereās no oxygen to breathe with. ā
āTitanic then?ā
āDid you hear what I just said?ā
āYeahā he confirms, throwing himself on the couch. āIs a drowning ship with hundreds of people on the board not heavy enough for you?ā
You shake your head at him āYouāre the worst.ā
He is. And he feels over the moon to have you back with him.
Hi!! You maybe know who this is haha, but I recently found you and your blog is soooooo good! š„ŗ i love them, and I donāt want you to think itās repetitive because it is not! It is good and you are one of the only writers I know that write angst. Itās an emergency! Pls a part 3 for Couples Therapy!
Thank you so much anon, it means a lot! i actually had no intent of making a part 3 of couples therapy but iāll start it up! <33
Includes: Renjun, Jeno, Haechan, Jaemin, Chenle & Jisung! (I write for mark as a 127 member)
Renjun: Falling for your tutor
Youāre failing biology. Big surprise. But thanks to one of your close upperclassman friends, she recommended one of her classmates tutoring sessions which gratefully accepted. You hope and wish Renjun doesnāt notice how you stare at him for longer than you should but unfortunately he does, but thankfully for him you donāt notice the way he stares at your lips and legs when you turn away blushing. Renjun enjoys teasing you, when you pout at him and call him mean he pats your head and ruffles your hair, Renjun praises you when you get a question right and it makes your cheeks heat up. Itās not until renjun explains a question too close to you and you two end up inches away, Renjun smirks at the way your eyes widen and quickly presses a kiss to your lips as you melt.
Jeno: Enemies to lovers
You live across the street from Jeno, you two attend the same school and ride the same bus but for some reason Jeno never took a liking to you. Ever since you two started school together he had some made up some fantasy rivalry that he soon applied to his real life actions. Side eye glares soon turn into snarky comments and hurtful remarks within 8-13 years, of course you had nothing against Jeno at first but hearing his stupid agonizing voice everyday, nitpicking everything you do, you soon give up your nice act and start playing along with his game. itās not until one day youāre too tired to argue with Jeno and took one of his insults to heart, it took breaking down in front of Jeno to force himself to see his real feelings.
**other members under the cut!**
Haechan: best friends to lovers
Haechan and you grew up together, Haechan was the one who talked to you when no one else would (granted if someone would try, you wouldnāt respond) but even after you only had replied with a curt nod Haechan kept on talking and talking, keeping you company all the way until senior year of high school. Now that you two had your own separate friend groups it doesnāt mean you two grew apart. He drives you to school and back everyday, you attend every single sport game of his and you two always link arms and walk through the mall together. It wasnāt until a underclassman confides in you and confesses she wants to ask Haechan out but is unsure about your relationship with him, and although you knew it was wrong you told her with a straight face that you two were dating. Until it finally hit youā you said dating? dating Haechan? no way you said that... did you? Haechan doesnāt know whatās gotten into you but when you storm into the gym loudly and pull him by his jersey to press a hard kiss onto his lips he doesnāt complain.
Jaemin: Soulmates
Everyone who has a soulmate gets a matching tattoo, if you ever find someone with a tattoo that mirrors yours, thatās the one. When you woke up on your 18th birthday and found a music note freshly embedded in your skin you rose your eyebrows in confusion, of course you liked music but never to the point where it should connect you to your soulmate? so for 3 years you went on with the music note etched into your skin, only shrugging in response when people asked you what you thought it meant. Until one summer day your friend Jeno invites you to a college party, to which you mindlessly agreed to. The feeling of sticky drunk bodies passing by you made your nose scrunch up in repulsion, heading outside to the pool you stop by the drink cooler, fishing around for any type of alcoholic drink so you can put yourself out of your misery you see other hand reach in and grab the drink you had set your eyes on, immediately jolting away in shock the boy sends you a look of confusion, offering the drink your way, you only point at his wrist, seeing the same music note youāve looked at for years on your own skin on his forearm. Showing him yours he immediately widens his eyes āHi, Iām Jaeminā he spoke, and you soon figure out that Jaemin is the music in your life
Chenle: Forbidden love
Both of your parents owning companies that happen to be rivals immediately pin you and chenle against each other before you two could even talk. All throughout primary, secondary and high school you two kept your distance. You two both grew up with the best, but unfortunately neither one of you could be the best with each other in the way, you two werenāt vicious or even rude towards each other, you simply just avoided each otherās gazes and pretended they werenāt there. When college rolls around you didnāt expect youād still have to see his name and face around every turn at campus. Majoring in the same major and sharing majority of your classes you soon gave up with avoiding the tall boy and asked him for help on a assignment, immediately causing him to widen his eyes in surprise, stammering to help you. Both of your parents think you two are trying your hardest to succeed in your class and constantly compete against each other to be #1, but what they donāt know is after your business classes you two donāt even want to attend you often spend your days sitting under the willow tree right outside campus secretly taking in each others presence.
Jisung: Brothers best friend
Chenle pushes you out of his room by a finger to your forehead whenever you try to hang out with him and jisung, but Jisung only chuckles and scolds chenle to just let you in. Jisung taught you how to game, ride a bike and even taught you algebra in the 6th grade. but you donāt see him as a brother, you often dress up when heās around, even when youāre just at home and Jisung āaccidentallyā shows up at your house early when he knows Chenle still has basketball practice, and of course you sit with him in the living room because you donāt want him to feel lonely right? So when you offer to watch a movie he agrees and takes a seat on the couch, patting the spot next to him for a signal for you to sit down as well Jisung wraps a arm around your waist and pushes his leg against yours, searching your face for a reaction and heās pleased when he hears you stutter over your words. Although when Chenle comes home Jisung goes back to normal and pulls away, but when Chenles back is turned he sends you a wink, which puts all your worries to rest.
After i release a couple more drafts iām probably gonna take a break from writing because everything feels so receptive and blunt now, the writingās not even good any more,, so iāll probably spam a couple blurbs and fics and spend more time on how to expand my writing techniques(?)
cw: implications of cheating, mentions of drinking, jerk reader, iām mentally ill
*not proof read*
āIām okayā Jisung repeated to himself in the mirror, his dark circles were clearly visible even under the thick layer of concealer. Taking a deep breath in he allows himself to pity himself for just a second, letting his despair out his happy demeanor cracks and shatters in the mirror and his eyes turn cold.
Itās that feeling of nothing feels right that makes jisung more frustrated. He didnāt want his members to pity him, he didnāt want their sappy support, nothing felt right so instead he told them heās okay and watched them hesitantly walk out the door.
āJisung?ā he can hear someone knock on the door but heās to tired to respond, the door opens revealing one of his members, turning to them with a look no one could decipher he holds a small smile. āarenāt you lonely in here?ā Mark tries to joke lightly, Jisung shakes his head āiām okay, iāll be out in a few minutesā jisung dismisses what Mark couldāve further said, causing the blond to close the door. āiām used to itā Jisung whispers to himself once the elder boy left the room.
Sitting in the van he learns to tune out any words of support his members spit out at him, he doesnāt want to hear it. heād rather get scolded by one of the higher ups in the company than sit and listen to their sympathy. Jisung letās his eyes close, considering how many hours of sleep heās lost he owes it to himself to take a nap.
Jisung tried, he did. at first he tried to distract himself and convince himself heās truly okay, but those stupid hobbies didnāt solve anything and those liquor bottles on the counter looked so inviting. So he found himself sipping his worries away, becoming indifferent to everything around him.
Jisung knows heās better off without you but whatās he supposed to do when the reality of loneliness hits him and everything feels cold.
Jisung wants to preform the best he can for his fans and members, NCT had made such a big impact with their 2020 project but he feels to tired and hollow to follow through with his words, he doesnāt know how to word it but the members call it lethargic.
āIām okay!ā Jisung laughs with a bright smile, although the expression falls when he passes the person and walks further into the empty hallway. running his tongue against the inside of his cheek he rolls his eyes. Imagine having to repeat the same thing with the same expression to everyone he passes in the SM building, not counting his 22 members as well. he knows they mean well but he just wishes for a minute to not be constantly reminded of the breakup.
Pushing himself further and further away from his members Jisung is only digging himself into a deeper hole. He knows it may be partially his fault but he canāt help but feel alone. only at night Jisung letās the tears escape, only when the lights are all off and he can hear the faint snores of the members he allows himself to pity himself. Soft whimpers escape his lips but heād never let anyone else hear them, only he gets to hear how small he feels, only he gets to hear how vulnerable he really is.
Jisung wishes to be invisible, if anyone saw his tears he hopes they would just walk past him with no concern.
Jisung doesnāt know how to stress it enough, he doesnāt want to hear any hopeful words, he doesnāt understand why everyone is making a big deal out of it when heās fine! he doesnāt see the concern on members faces when he leaves the room and he doesnāt realize how cold heās been for the past couple weeks thats causing their worries, but like the saying is, everyone is living in their own world.
At first jisung really convinced himself he was fine, telling his members that yeah the breakup was tough and yeah heās hurt but itāll be better within a week or so. after a while jisung gave up that optimistic view and admitted to himself that he isnāt fine and wonāt know if he will ever be āokayā.
he tells the members he wonāt die because of the breakup and to stop treating him like someone whoās terminally ill but he looks as if heās on the brink of death, disheveled hair, dark circles, pale and frail the members canāt take his word.
Although he tries to distract himself the reoccurring memory disturbs him whenever heās alone. The way you broke every part of him without even trying, the way his heart shattered without you even knowing, the laughter you released even after you acknowledged his pain haunts him.
The text he gets from you makes his blood run cold, itās almost as heās seen a ghost, his hand shakes violently as the blood drains from his face. Jisung runs his back into a wall and slides down it, his whole body uncontrollably shaking. Trying to even his breathing tears start to prick at his eyes. time seems to flash and heās suddenly choking on his own tears. He doesnāt want to hear from you, heās wish youād leave him alone. He doesnāt want anything to do with you knowing youād only leave him again.
Jisungs eyes soon never gleam like they once used to, even if he is trying his best you can see how stoic his gaze really is. everytime he hears that stupid question āare you okay?ā he wants to snap and break, tell them they donāt know anything, to stop acting like they know what heās been through. Even with the members reasoning that they want whatās best for him he can only sigh, he wants to be alone, leave him alone.
cw: implications of cheating, mentions of drinking, jerk reader, iām mentally ill
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āIām okayā Jisung repeated to himself in the mirror, his dark circles were clearly visible even under the thick layer of concealer. Taking a deep breath in he allows himself to pity himself for just a second, letting his despair out his happy demeanor cracks and shatters in the mirror and his eyes turn cold.
Itās that feeling of nothing feels right that makes jisung more frustrated. He didnāt want his members to pity him, he didnāt want their sappy support, nothing felt right so instead he told them heās okay and watched them hesitantly walk out the door.
āJisung?ā he can hear someone knock on the door but heās to tired to respond, the door opens revealing one of his members, turning to them with a look no one could decipher he holds a small smile. āarenāt you lonely in here?ā Mark tries to joke lightly, Jisung shakes his head āiām okay, iāll be out in a few minutesā jisung dismisses what Mark couldāve further said, causing the blond to close the door. āiām used to itā Jisung whispers to himself once the elder boy left the room.
Sitting in the van he learns to tune out any words of support his members spit out at him, he doesnāt want to hear it. heād rather get scolded by one of the higher ups in the company than sit and listen to their sympathy. Jisung letās his eyes close, considering how many hours of sleep heās lost he owes it to himself to take a nap.
Jisung tried, he did. at first he tried to distract himself and convince himself heās truly okay, but those stupid hobbies didnāt solve anything and those liquor bottles on the counter looked so inviting. So he found himself sipping his worries away, becoming indifferent to everything around him.
Jisung knows heās better off without you but whatās he supposed to do when the reality of loneliness hits him and everything feels cold.
Jisung wants to preform the best he can for his fans and members, NCT had made such a big impact with their 2020 project but he feels to tired and hollow to follow through with his words, he doesnāt know how to word it but the members call it lethargic.
āIām okay!ā Jisung laughs with a bright smile, although the expression falls when he passes the person and walks further into the empty hallway. running his tongue against the inside of his cheek he rolls his eyes. Imagine having to repeat the same thing with the same expression to everyone he passes in the SM building, not counting his 22 members as well. he knows they mean well but he just wishes for a minute to not be constantly reminded of the breakup.
Pushing himself further and further away from his members Jisung is only digging himself into a deeper hole. He knows it may be partially his fault but he canāt help but feel alone. only at night Jisung letās the tears escape, only when the lights are all off and he can hear the faint snores of the members he allows himself to pity himself. Soft whimpers escape his lips but heād never let anyone else hear them, only he gets to hear how small he feels, only he gets to hear how vulnerable he really is.
Jisung wishes to be invisible, if anyone saw his tears he hopes they would just walk past him with no concern.
Jisung doesnāt know how to stress it enough, he doesnāt want to hear any hopeful words, he doesnāt understand why everyone is making a big deal out of it when heās fine! he doesnāt see the concern on members faces when he leaves the room and he doesnāt realize how cold heās been for the past couple weeks thats causing their worries, but like the saying is, everyone is living in their own world.
At first jisung really convinced himself he was fine, telling his members that yeah the breakup was tough and yeah heās hurt but itāll be better within a week or so. after a while jisung gave up that optimistic view and admitted to himself that he isnāt fine and wonāt know if he will ever be āokayā.
he tells the members he wonāt die because of the breakup and to stop treating him like someone whoās terminally ill but he looks as if heās on the brink of death, disheveled hair, dark circles, pale and frail the members canāt take his word.
Although he tries to distract himself the reoccurring memory disturbs him whenever heās alone. The way you broke every part of him without even trying, the way his heart shattered without you even knowing, the laughter you released even after you acknowledged his pain haunts him.
The text he gets from you makes his blood run cold, itās almost as heās seen a ghost, his hand shakes violently as the blood drains from his face. Jisung runs his back into a wall and slides down it, his whole body uncontrollably shaking. Trying to even his breathing tears start to prick at his eyes. time seems to flash and heās suddenly choking on his own tears. He doesnāt want to hear from you, heās wish youād leave him alone. He doesnāt want anything to do with you knowing youād only leave him again.
Jisungs eyes soon never gleam like they once used to, even if he is trying his best you can see how stoic his gaze really is. everytime he hears that stupid question āare you okay?ā he wants to snap and break, tell them they donāt know anything, to stop acting like they know what heās been through. Even with the members reasoning that they want whatās best for him he can only sigh, he wants to be alone, leave him alone.
warnings: breath play, oral (male r), degradation (?), lmk what i missed!
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Chenle thinks itās cute what youāre doing, honestly, but after a long day he canāt help but be annoyed at your slow pace. So chenle tangles his fingers into your hair and holds you still, thrusting into your mouth youāre taken back, eyes widening looking up at him but he doesnāt care to look at you, too busy fucking your mouth because, well, isnāt that all youāre good for?
Your eyes pricked with tears chenle finally looks down at you, almost growling he picks up his pace, also pushing your head down until your nose reaches his clean shaven skin. Chenle can feel your throat squeezing against his throbbing cock and he throws his head back with a groan. Pulling you away for just a second you gasp for air but itās not for too long until chenle drags your mouth back to his cock. Chenle letās you do your own work but your pathetic attempts of deep throating him makes him huff, so he returns to his past actions, pushing his dick deeper down your throat he also goes to pinch at your nose, restricting your airway you immediately look up at him worried but he shushes you ādonāt worry babyā he regards you with a sigh before pushing your head down once again ājust keep your mouth open.ā
A/N: this was originally for Chenle but i changed it last minute
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Entering your car you inhaled deeply, the swirl of emotions made you laugh in disbelief. Tears pricked at your eyes and a wide smile spreads across your face. you rub your stomach fondly, āoh heās gonna love youā you coo.
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āohhhhh she is gonna love youā Jaemin pets the energetic puppy, ruffling itās fur he cooes as the dog runs off. Running after the dog he picks up a few toys that dog had thrown around earlier in the day, picking up various shoes and types of balls he tries to neatly sort them away. Busy doing his task the little black and white colored dog barks at him, nudging a stuffed duck his way, signaling the human to pay attention to him.
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Unlocking the door to your shared apartment you definitely didnāt expect the mess that laid in front of you. Gasping you quickly shut the door, rushing to pick up your favorite shoes that seemed to be thrown around the living room. The shuffling sounds in the nearby bedroom makes you flinch, immediately reaching for your phone to call jaemin you almost make your way out of the apartment, thinking intruders may be in the closed space. Before you could make it out Jaemin is already heading towards you, the bedroom doors open with a thud and Jaemin runs towards you and you donāt fail to notice the small adorable black and white figure in his arms.
you throw your hands over your mouth, gasping in awe ācute right!ā Jaemin beams, petting the dog ever so lovingly. āwait- you bought a dog?!ā the sudden realization hitting you. āYep!ā Jaemin carelessly responds ā...without telling me?ā Jaemin sets the furry companion down, letting it run rampant in the living room. āsheās a havanese! isnāt she adorableā youāre still in shock, watching the hyper puppy take a break from her running, and planting herself near your legs. āyou always said youāre ready to expand our family and we have enough space! so... surprise! the newest addition to our family!ā Jaemin is proud of himself.
ānew addition to the family....ā you repeat, looking your lover in the eye with a cautious look you lead him by the wrist to the couch. He follows wordlessly, confused at your sudden change of mood. ājaem...ā you trail off, lacing his hand with yours you rub your thumb against his hand. āiām pregnant.ā you said slowly. The atmosphere was quiet for a while before Jaemin jumped to his feet, āREALLY?????! LIKE SERIOUSLY?? YOURE NOT PLAYING WITH ME RIGHT???ā hes quick to pull you up too, grabbing you by the waist he pulls to close to him. ā....suprise?ā you laugh
āoh my godā Jaemin breathes out, pulling away to caress your cheek. āBaby, weāre gonna be parents?ā his eyes gloss over, smiling softly. You nod, burying your cheek into his hand. Suddenly feeling something rub across your leg you bend down to pick the pup up, scratching behind her ear softly you laugh. Jaemin runs his hands along your stomach, leading you to the couch to take a seat he throws his arm over you. āoh my godā Jaemin smiles towards you, you mirror his expression āweāre starting a family!ā you squeal.