wanting to vent a bit/being worried about privacy will have you posting like i'm dealing with issues and problems. situations have happened to me. and there are emotions i'm experiencing about this. or not. gotta keep 'em on their toes.
pairing: collegestudent!jaemin x afab!collegestudent!reader
summary: confessions heard should be acted upon, right?
w.c: 6.3k
warnings: mdni 18+, jaemin is shy, reader is loud, reader is shy and then jaemin becomes bold, unreliable narrator(?), friends to lovers, mutual pining, (i) reader needs help, praising, fluff, some angst, self doubt, love making, jaemin talks reader through it, some inaccuracies, this probably sucks im so sorry, using an idea i wrote for a different fandom years ago btw
talking to strangers has always been something that just came natural. growing up, there is not one person you couldn’t make as a friend, you loved learning about all kinds of different people and hearing their stories. your life changed when you met your best friend, mark, you’d been an exchange student in vancouver. you were transferring into grade 12 and with him being in the same grade, he was paired up with you to show you around. you noticed how mark was initially shy at first, so you did all the talking. he always listened and responded when you asked questions about the school, city, and himself. soon, you both became good friends and by the time graduation came around you both became inseparable.
but of course all good things must come to an end, mark told you he was moving to korea. you swore the earth under you shook as your vision went black and a huge lump formed in your throat. you had friends; practically everyone in the school knew your name, but no one else was like mark. ‘maybe you can apply and we can attend together,’ he added to the news, trying to be hopeful. you laughed through the tears that threatened to fall past your waterline, ‘i’ll try my hardest’
graduation came and went, and mark had left in the middle of summer. You both cried in the airport as you sent him off. you refused to let him go, clutching onto his jacket and grasping him tighter every time he tried to pull away making you both giggle despite the tears running down your faces. ‘please come visit me soon, did you apply to the exchange program?’ he asked.
you nodded, gazing up into his big, brown eyes, ‘you know you’re my best friend right? no one can ever replace you’
‘same to you, never forget that’ you nodded again and hugged him one last time before you actually let him go, mark turned one last time to give you a small smile.
‘im sorry to inform you that your application to study abroad in seoul, south korea was rejected at this time…’ you trailed off, leaning over your desk to get a better look at the email.
‘damn’ your friend eric spoke from your bed, not even looking up from his phone, ‘that sucks’
you whipped your chair around now facing him, face red with anger and frustration, ‘this is the only college i applied to over the summer! what am i going to do!?’ you cried.
he glanced up from his phone, now putting it down realizing how dire the situation was for you, ‘just wait until the next round of applications start and reapply’ he shrugged.
you sighed, shoulders dropping in defeat, ‘yeah, i guess thats the only thing left’
you rolled back over to you desk and grabbed your phone, immediately opening your messages with mark, you knew he was asleep due to the time difference, but you had to tell him now.
‘bad news mark… i got rejected from the study abroad application’
you didn’t expect a texting bubble to pop up from him, ‘just apply to study here full time, as a student’ he responded. you started to text but stopped as another one came through, ‘not as a study abroad student but as like a student student, u know?’
you thought about it, but four years in korea? you haven’t given it much thought, but then again… when have you ever had anything really planned out? you lived on spontaneous mode at all times. ‘i’ll look into it’ you replied. two weeks later, you got accepted as a full time student for the next four years, applying as soon as you stopped your conversation with mark and encouragement from eric. he even paid for the late application fee. you were finally going to be reunited with your best friend and get to experience a whole new world with him, you thought nothing could get better.
‘guys, my best friend is coming to live here’ mark looked up from his phone with a gleaming smile on his face.
his first roommate, haechan was the first to respond, ‘i thought i was your best friend?’
jaemin, his second roommate played along and frowned at the older boy, ‘yeah, i didn’t know you had other friends’
mark rolled his eyes, ‘that's not the point! i can have multiple best friends. we’ve been talking about this since we graduated from secondary school, she’s coming here to attend the same college as us’ he explained.
‘SHE!?’ haechan basically jumped from his place on the worn couch, ‘this is new’
mark gave him a weird look, ‘i swear i’ve talked about her before…’ he sat down on the couch and got out his phone again, scrolling through his camera roll to find a picture of you both.
‘i think i’d remember if you talked about any girls’ jeno, his third roommate, chimed in.
mark clicked a picture of you both from graduation night, turning his phone around, the three other boys gathered around to look. jaemin immediately grabbed his phone, ‘she’s pretty’ he whispered, jeno nodded in agreement.
haechan laughed, ‘i’ve seen this picture before! on your moms facebook, not gonna lie, i thought she was your cousin’ making the other boys laugh.
mark just sighed, ‘please, everyone, be on your best behavior when she gets here’
mark talked about his friends in korea, a lot, knowing all their names and what they looked like already. so when you met them in person for the first time, you took them by surprise at how excited you were when you pointed to each one and recited their name. haechan thought it was cute, grabbing mark by the waist and saying, ‘aww markie talks about us’ in a baby voice while the older one tried to get away.
it was easy to get along with them, some more timid than the others, and you noticed but brushed it off. growing up extroverted had its pros and cons.
pros: lots of friends and always being the life of the party and funny one of the group.
cons: you are really annoying.
you didn’t want to scare any of mark's friends off, so you didn’t push as much as you would in any other situation. you could tell when the more hesitant ones in the group tried to open up, you appreciated it more than you could say. all of you knew how important it was to mark for everyone to get along, so the more you all hung out together, the easier it was to get closer and more comfortable.
by the time the second semester rolled around, everything was falling into place, except one thing that hasn’t seemed to left your mind. jaemin. you had gotten extremely close to everyone but jaemin. he was a tough nut to crack, but you couldn’t seem to wrap your head around the younger boy. you had asked mark about it a couple of times, but all he did was shrug and say ‘he’s an introvert, takes a while for him to warm up to certain people, i’m sure you’ll get him soon’ yeah jaemin was nice to you, but you weren’t as close with him as the others were to you, he was perfect, and you wanted him to like you. right when you got close, he was just always out of reach.
he was handsome, respectful, and just someone you always wanted to be around. he was loved on campus by everyone, always having something good to say about him. when you first met him in person your heart skipped a beat, if you asked anyone you’d expect them to say the same. he was always so nice to you in group settings, but you can recall times when you’d be left alone with him, and he’d somehow have the perfect excuse to be anywhere else but with you.
at first, you didn’t take it personally because you were still new to the friend group. now it was your third year of university, and you felt like you’ve made small progress. you’d send him funny cat instagram reels, and he’d send you outfits and ask for your opinion. it slowly progressed to walking to class together, despite it being in total silence. at group parties, you’d be talking to a group of random strangers and your eyes would always find his, always sitting off to the side. your curious eyes would watch as girls would try to talk to him, he’d always rub the back of his neck as he said something to them that would make them walk away a second later. so, at least, you knew it wasn’t just you that made him shy. however, you always come back to the time when you had went over to haechan’s with mark. a party with alcohol of course, first time you went over to his apartment it was hard to noticed his collection in the giant cabinet. you had been about 5 shots in with two beers downed, wandering around the apartment talking to anyone who stopped you. you walked into the living room to find jaemin on the couch talking to renjun, before you could even think your feet made your way to them, sitting directly next to jaemin. he glanced over at you, turned back to renjun, and then finally realized it was you. the brown haired boy smiled wide and threw his arms around your neck, pulling you in tight.
‘ynnnnnn’ he cried, he definitely had had a couple of drinks. you giggled and tried to match his beaming smile. he was hot to the touch, the jacket he had arrived in long discarded, a white tank top that put his defined arms on display for everyone. but they were around you. knowing that if you weren’t influenced by the liquid luck tonight you’d be freaking out. he leaned away but kept one arm draped over you. jaemin’s other hand reached for his drink on the small table in front of you, leaning over and bringing you with him. ‘yn, how is your night going?’
‘pretty well, i’m meeting a lot of new people!’ you said with vigor.
jaemin replied with a playful smile, ‘but no one to replace us right?’
with your clouded vision and fuzzy brain you put your free hand over his chest, leaned in ‘oh jaemin, no one could ever replace you’
him and renjun laughed out loud, and jaemin held on to you tighter, pleased by your answer ‘aigoo, that’s so cute’ he whispered in your ear. your eyes went wide and your face went hot in surprise. you tried to laugh it off, your body buzzing from the alcohol and shyness from jaemin’s comment. jaemin started asking you questions about classes and suggested hidden gems in seoul he could take you to. you sat and listened, nodding along to anything he said while you both nursed your drinks together. lost in thought and of each other, not noticing that renjun had already left, in fact, no one in the room existed right now. the world seemed to move slower with jaemin, he was so attentive and receptive. you were telling him a story about your professor giving you two days to write a 10 page essay but also making sure you do five pages of reading along with a discussion board. he reacted like he was taking the class with you, gasping loudly and getting just as angry as you were. ‘that’s insane, does she not realize that you have other classes too!? that’s literally not fair’ he pouted and you giggled, happy that he ranted with you about it instead of giving you advice on how to finish all of your homework, something most people did.
you both continued talking until mark sauntered over to you, grabbing you by the shoulders, ‘yn, we gotta go home’ he slurred out, shaking your shoulders. you and jaemin glanced up at him, wincing away when you smelled the alcohol on him. ‘jisung is picking us up, he here’s now yn’ your eyes wandered to the door, the tall black haired boy stood there awkwardly staring at his feet, keys in hand obviously waiting for you both.
you nodded and jaemin gripped you closer for a moment, making your breath hitch in your throat, ‘get home safe, princess’ he whispered in your ear. he let go, you got up and made your way to jisung, with mark trailing behind.
you laid bed thinking about jaemin non-stop. tossing and turning, you could still feel him in the air, his warmth, smooth skin, and sweet scent. it encapsulated you, closing your eyes you saw his face. nose perfectly pointed, pink lips glistening and plump, a face with barely any blemishes. he was surely going to haunt your dreams.
it was a hard day at university and all you wanted to do was go back to your apartment and crawl into your bed and watch movies until you crash. during your last class, mark had texted you, saving you from the exhausting math lesson.
‘can u come over later around 5pm?’
under the table you quickly shot him a text back, ‘i guess, can i come earlier and chill on ur couch?’ if you had to go anywhere you might as well head after class and stay there. by the time your classes would end, mark would still be in his, but it wouldn’t be the first time you’d be lying on his couch alone. an hour later and still no text back from mark, surely he wouldn’t mind if you just headed to his place. so that's what you did.
once you got to his door, you got out the key he had given you when you first got to korea and unlocked his door, you put your bag into his room and then immediately made your way to his couch. settling in, you quickly close your eyes and fall into a little comfy nap. the door slammed shut, eyes slightly opening because of the loud noise, you had no clue what time it was, you figured it was mark finally coming back from class, you debated getting up and greeting him or just going back to sleep. your blood ran cold when you heard a different familiar voice that wasn’t mark’s speak. ‘i always get so nervous when i try to talk to her, like just being next to her just makes me sweat’ mark laughed.
her? you were basically wide awake now, your heart stopped. you kept your breathe steady as you could hear them rummaging around the kitchen behind you, thanking god that the couch faced opposite of the door. sinking further into the cushions in order to try and hide yourself better, you continued to listen while your heart sank, jaemin could be talking about anyone at this point.
jaemin continued, ‘the only time we ever talked for more than an hour was at that party or when we are in a group setting’
‘it’s yn we're talking about’ mark started, ‘she’s… i don’t know how to put it, easy to talk to, i don’t know how she makes you so nervous’
the other boy scoffed, ‘of course she is, she’s perfect, i just feel so awkward and i don’t want to fuck anything up and embarrass myself and then she never wants to be seen with me out in public again…’ there was a pregnant pause, ‘i just really like her mark, she’s funny, outgoing, when she walks into a room you can feel the air… shift, its lighter, warmer, everyone turns to her like sunflowers and she’s the sun’
‘okay we get it shakespeare, you’re in love with her, you can’t keep living like this, it’s all you talk about, we literally had to make another group chat without you so we could get away from ‘yn this’ ‘yn that’’ mark exasperated, air quotes and all.
‘you guys have a group chat without me?’ you could basically hear jaemin’s pout as you tried to calm down your racing heart.
‘that’s not the point right now dude! you have to tell her, and soon. once you tell her, i’ll delete the group chat’ mark stated.
‘you know i get fomo’ jaemin whined, you tried not to laugh, that was something you had said all the time when you saw your other friends talk without you.
mark groaned, ‘god you are starting to sound like her now, i gotta go get a package from the mail room, yn’s actually coming over soon if you wanna stay and see her’ you could hear mark nudge jaemin with his elbow adding on a little ‘hm? hm? c’mon’
‘i really gotta finish this paper for econ’ jaemin explained, you could hear them walk towards the door, ‘maybe another time!’ the door opened, you could hear mark laugh.
‘yeah, econ, i’m sure it’s a lengthy essay’ you started to hear jaemin defense, but it quickly was drowned out by the door shutting and the walls now blocking you from listening any longer.
you jumped up from the couch, making sure they were really both gone, ‘what the fuck’ you cried out loud to yourself, rushing to mark’s room and climbing into his bed so it looked like you had been there the entire time, just sleeping and unsuspected of what was discussed.
you closed your eyes and steadied your breathing, ignoring when you could hear the door open through mark’s closed door. he shuffled around his kitchen before he finally opened his bedroom door.
‘what the?’ he wondered out loud, walking up the bed, he pushed away the sheets, ‘yn?’ you didn’t move, he shook you and you opened up your eyes, blinking them as if you just woke up from a deep sleep, ‘have you been here the whole time?’ his eyes were wide, you could tell he was hoping you didn’t hear anything he was talking about with jaemin, getting any answer out of you without stating the fact that his friend had come over.
‘mark?’ you sounded groggy, ‘yeah, i came after my last class finished, i was asleep the whole time though, i texted you… was someone else here?’
mark laughed nervously. ‘oh i guess i didn’t get it… and no it was just me, i went to the mail room to get a package my mom had sent me, snacks from canada, you want some?’ he tried to change the subject, grabbing your arms and forcing you out of bed and into the living room, onto the couch you were just on. you sat with mark, snacking on chips and whatever his mom sent him, listening to his day, but your thoughts set on jaemin.
and ever since that afternoon you had no clue how to function, avoiding jaemin as much as you could. you found it pretty hard as he was in the same friend group, now you found yourself sitting the furthest away from him. you tried to ignore the confused look he’d give you, walking away from him like he had carried every disease in the book. your heart breaking every time he looked like a kicked puppy. one worded answers when he occasionally texted you to start a conversation that ended three texts later. you barely talked in person anymore, and you feared everyone around you could tell. judging you for how rude you were treating your dear friend jaemin. it was war with yourself, you could talk to anyone, be friends with anyone you meet, so why was facing jaemin so hard?
it was another weekend and another party at haechan’s, mark had brought you along with him saying that ‘everyone was going to be there’ and ended his argument with ‘even jaemin’ which made you shrink into yourself. once you arrived at the party, mark immediately went to go get you a drink, saying you looked super stressed out and needed something to help you calm down. you sat down on the couch in the middle of the living room, waiting for him, watching people come and go, say hi and bye and ask how you are. being disinterested in any conversation was not your forte, but tonight you felt absent, everytime the door opened you’d look up, expecting something, trying your best to push out the thoughts screaming ‘jaemin jaemin jaemin’ like a mantra.
you stared down at your phone, pretending to look preoccupied as you ignored the creaking of the door, no staring, no emotions. scrolling through instagram like it was the most interesting thing at this small party. ‘waiting for someone?’ like a deer in headlights you looked up, only to see the one and only jaemin peering down at you.
‘um, no’ too quick of an answer that was way too suspicious. you internally cursed at yourself, stupid fucking idiot. his smile just grew, more playful, a sparkle in his eyes that said he was in control.
‘and i’m the introverted one’ he giggled, and you tried to laugh it off as if avoiding him was no big deal. but sitting under his gaze felt like you were the smallest person on earth. you could capture the attention of everyone in a room, tell a story with gestures and voices that made the room erupt in laughs, you always felt like you could do anything, no fear, no second guessing, but this was different. your heart thundered underneath the shirt that felt too tight and too hot. he had you cornered, when you didn’t answer, jaemin continued, ‘what’s gotten into you lately? you barely talk to me anymore’ you could tell it was a genuine question filled with concern, but playing it off with a pout at the end. his plump lips jutting out as you panicked and tried to collect any thoughts that weren’t about his lips and how the lip gloss shined under the light that hung in the middle of the room.
you had no words, no excuses to give him that were actually believable. jeno always joked about how you were the most chronically online member of the friend group, you couldn’t even argue. being known as an incredibly social person had its downsides. like now, being interrogated as to why you had the audacity to ignore him. when you didn’t answer, mouth opening and closing as if you had thought of anything, he walked away, going towards the kitchen. you watched, his back turned towards you, broad shoulders flexing under his tshirt. it was hard not to stare.
mark eventually brought you another drink, noticed your sinking mood and brought you around the room so you could have ‘human interaction’ and ‘not be on your damn phone the whole time’ as he put it. you reluctantly agreed, following him around, laughing along to conversations you were half listening to. that was until you heard jeno and jaemin speak from behind you. Peeking behind you, he was talking with haechan and renjun. you caught on to the conversation, drowning out the sound of mark telling a story in front of you.
haechan was talking about a girl he saw earlier, talking big ‘i’m going to make a move here soon’ with renjun giving him a ‘yeah i’m sure’ in response as jeno just laughed.
your ears perked as jaemin spoke next, ‘yeah i’ve been eyeing a couple girls myself, haven’t gotten laid in a while. what about you jeno?’ you tensed… other girls? but you were sure that he liked you, he only talked about you. suddenly feeling light headed and parched, you excused yourself in order to get another drink from the kitchen. you turned around after taking a shot of soju and chasing it down with an open white claw, stopping in your tracks, surprised to see jaemin standing there. both of you alone.
you turned back around, facing the island that held various liquor and soda. you still felt jaemins presence in the room, feel him burning holes through the back of your head, he had probably followed you in here after you left. you heard him taking steps towards you, but you tried to pay no attention, standing with your back towards him trying to regulate your heartbeat and clear your mind of any thoughts of him.
‘listening in on my conversations now?’ he whispered, you could feel the heat radiating off of him and your breath hitched.
‘heard nothing of the sorts’ you responded, trying your best to stand your ground.
you felt his breath on your neck as he chuckled, ‘bull shit’ a shiver ran down your spine.
you turned around and pushed past him despite all the room you both had, ‘i need a minute’ he was on your tail in a second, but you continued through the kitchen down the hall and to a random vacant bedroom. you tried closing the door, but his large hand stopped the door midway. you tried to budge it further, but he of course was too strong and just pushed it open, he stepped in and closed the door behind him. you just stood and glared at him with your arms crossed, ‘don’t you have other girls to go and talk to?’
his eyebrows shot up, surprised that you lashed out with such a brash and jealous comment after trying so hard to ignore him. you watched his face change from surprise to pleasure, lips curling up into a mischievous smile, oddly satisfied with your reaction, ‘oh, so you were listening?’ he crossed the room to where you stood, never taking his eyes off of you. the room was small, you were small, like prey waiting to get eaten up by their natural predator.
you instinctively moved backwards, getting out of his reach, but tonight you were not on the top of the food chain, he had you wedged against him and the bed. you refused to look up at him, terrified that your walls would crash and you’d become putty in his hands. ‘wouldn’t be the first time’ you confessed, looking down at his torso that was dangerously close to yours.
‘and what do you mean by that?’ his hands went to grip your shoulders, shaking you slightly, now it was an interrogation. he seemed almost angry, but jaemin never dared to ever raise his voice at you. you finally looked up into his eyes, the view of his big brown eyes searching for any answer, any playfulness that proved you were just messing with his emotions. ‘y/n’ he got your attention back.
‘that day, you got home with mark, i was already there,’ you told, his expression unreadable as his brows furrowed, ‘i heard what you said… about me’
he lets go of you, his arms dropping to his sides, ‘so… you knew this entire time? that i had feelings for you?’ his voice minor, pulling back and not as bold as he was a couple minutes ago, ‘and your reaction was to just ignore me?’
you peeled the skin of your fingers back, nervously darting your eyes around the dimly lit room, ‘jaemin, i’m sorry. i really am… i just didn’t know how to react’ it was a stupid reason and he knew.
jaemin scoffed, his tongue running over his teeth, holding himself back from saying anything else, ‘listen, i don’t have a good track record with my relationships, i have never felt… this way’ god, you couldn’t believe you were confessing all of this right now, in front of jaemin. you had people confess to you, but you had never felt quite the same. dates here and there that would never end up with anything concrete, and it scarred you. loving someone like jaemin terrified you, because what if you never lived up to his expectations? the way he described you to mark, what if you couldn’t be that for him? ‘i do like you back jaemin, but i just, i don’t know how to love’ you said meekly.
‘yn, you love everyday’ jaemin said, now coming back closer to you, his eyes growing softer. ‘you’d do anything for anyone, even strangers, i just think… you don’t know how to accept that love back’ you shook your head, sitting down on the bed in front of him, confused as to how he read you like that, how this became a surprise therapy session for a moment. you laughed, something you tended to do in tense situations. easing the pain instead of actually feeling it.
he sat down with you, encapsulating his big hand into yours. he laughed too, ‘you are not hard to love, i promise’ he whispered, moving closer to you, ‘can i show you?’ he asked. jaemin glanced down to your lips and you could hear your heartbeat in your ears. the anticipation making your whole body vibrate as you nodded lightly. he slowly closed the gap between you both, wrapping his arms around your waist and bringing you closer to him. everything you imagined about his lips was exact, soft and dewy.
he deepened the kiss, bringing your body flush with his, you felt like you couldn’t keep up. he was fast and determined. his hands reached anywhere they could on your body. jaemin grabbed onto your thighs, rubbing his hands up and down, trying to calm you down. it felt grounding, just having him here with you, knowing that he is there for you and present. you squeezed his bicep, melting into him, shoulders relaxing into the rhythm with the way he was going. he let go, breaking away the kiss, you opened your eyes at the sudden loss of his touch. the silence in the room was replaced with light panting, he was smiling, he cheeks flushed red. your chest rose and fell with every bated breath, trying your best to keep your composure.
‘do you trust me?’ he asked in a hushed tone, staring deeply into your eyes. searching for any confirmation that you wanted him just as bad as he wanted you, all of you. ‘do you trust me to love you? i want to show you just how much’ he leaned in, kissing down your neck, tenderly grazing his hand up your back under your shirt. you closed your eyes, humming at his question, letting his touch comfort your worried mind. you always had no problem making friends, but you always kept that at a distance, never letting them get super close so you could keep up that outgoing facade at times. scared that if they ever really got to know you they could tell how boring you thought you were, see all of your flaws, they could probably see how you could come off as too trusting for others, people didn’t know you at all. but it seems like jaemin did, for a man of always few words he was always watching you, see how much of a face you put on. he wants to tell you how you could always be yourself around him, not afraid to be boring, not afraid to be silent, that you always don’t have to be the most entertaining person in the room.
you looked up at him, eyes glossy in ten different emotions, ‘i trust you jaemin’ you could see it in his eyes, the love and adoration that he felt towards you, he could see the real you, the one that was quiet and loud. he was hoping to love all of it, all he wanted to do was letting you in, and jaemin was eager to finally show you just how much he cared. with your answer he leaned into you, having you lay down on the bed and kissing down your neck to your chest. his hands wandered all throughout your body, properly exploring every inch. you hummed as he gripped your thigh, squeezing it as he reached the band of your shorts, asking for silent confirmation to go further.
you took your hands away from the back of jaemin’s neck, moving them to where his hands were resting on your shorts, you pulled them down for him and took them off. he followed your actions, tugging off the shirt over his head, and kicked off his jeans. your eyes traced over his body, the contours that made up his defined muscles and broad chest that shined with sweat under the soft lamp light. jaemin gazed down at you, a pleasing smile etched onto his face witnessing your reaction to him. moving down towards you again his mouth explored further, kissing your stomach after discarding your shirt. ‘you’re so beautiful’ he purred, you gasped as his hand reached your clit rubbing circles into the bundle of nerves. the sensation making you want to close your legs, but jaemin kept them open with his hand. ‘keep your legs open’ he teased, callused hand gripping the whole of your knee, tugging them to the side with ease as you tried to fight the feeling.
he angled his finger at your entrance, the slick that pooled between your legs made it slide in slowly with ease. it wasn’t your first time, but it had been awhile, making you tense up for a moment. jaemin noticed, ‘you’re doing so well for me, just relax’ you let out a breath, trying your best to turn off the anxious part of your brain and enjoy the moment of intimacy. your shoulders relaxed and your body dug more into the satin sheets under you. jaemin added another finger and moved his head down between your legs. he dove in like a madman, dipping his tongue into your pussy immediately. you groaned audibly, reaching down to tangle your hands in his hair, tugging hard on the brown locks. the only thing you could hear was the sloppy sounds of slurping and occasional moans coming from you or jaemin. he went back and forth, sucking on your clit or pumping three fingers inside of you, loving the sounds as his tongue dove in and out.
‘j-jaem’ you cried out, feeling a fire light up in your core. he took notice, prompting him to go faster.
‘c’mon baby, let go, cum on my fingers’ he slurred, not letting his down his pace as you cried out. grabbing onto the sheets below you, as the shockwaves began rippling through your core, vision going white as the pleasure washed over your body, mind going blank and mouth open in a silent scream. your chest rising and falling with heavy breaths as you came down from your climax. you lifted your head up and looked down at him, jaemin already looking back at you smiling, ‘do you want to keep going?’ he asked in a small voice, you couldn’t help but giggle from his cuteness and post nut haze.
‘yeah, i want to’ he smiled a pulled himself back up to you, his face now leveled with yours. jaemin cupped your cheek in his hands, closing the space in between with deep, passionate kisses. he placed his knee between your thigh, the sensation making you grind down on his thigh, desperate for any type of pleasure. jaemin discarded his boxers, grasping his dick in his hand he guided it it to your clit, his tip ghosting your entrance. he gathered the slick pooling out and rubbed it over his cock, lubbing it up. he gently pushed it in, while peppering kisses over your face and neck as you gasped at the tight feeling. ‘fuck’ you rasped, taking his biceps in your hands and squeezing. once he was buried deep inside of you he stopped and let you adjust to his size. ‘yo-you can start moving’ you whispered, the sting finally subsiding to bliss.
he pulled out and quickly pushed back in repeatedly, making you whimper out at the feeling of being completely full of jaemin. ‘fuck, you’re taking me so well’ he grunted, now trusting faster, slowly losing himself in you. leaning up on his knees, he grabbed your hips and brought you forward, hips now pounding into yours, making you continue to cry out and grasping onto the sheets again, knuckles almost turning white. jaemin started rubbing circles on your clit as he slide in and out of your gummy walls, encouraging you to cum before he does. ‘you feel so good, fuck, cum on my cock baby’ he growled. tears prickled your eyes, the overstimulation beginning to be too much, the fire in your lower belly threatening to boil over. ‘i can’t-t’ you breathed out through the moans and gasps. the tears threatened to spill as they pooled on your waterline.
‘you can baby, c’mon, let go’ as he talked you through it, you finally let the weight lift off your shoulders, feeling the band in your core snap as you came on jaemin's cock, ‘that’s it baby, keep going, make me cum’ he groaned, his hips snapping into yours, the tip of his penis kissing your cervix. he stilled inside of you, a long whine unleashing from his chest as he spilled his seed inside of you. he slowly pulled out, taking his fingers and scooping up the cum that pooled around your pussy and shoved it back inside, making you moan lowly. ‘can’t waste a drop’ he whispered next to you in bed.
he laid down next to you, grabbing your waist and pulling you close, ‘tired baby?’ he quested, his voice heavy. you just nodded, eyes too heavy to look over at him, too silent to actually respond. he hummed in confirmation, kissing the side of your forehead in affection, keeping you close, ‘time for bed, we can talk more in the morning’
‘no eavesdropping?’ you whispered out into darkness, eyes still closed.
‘depends baby’ jaemin joked, shaking you playfully, ‘is it gonna make you jealous again?’
you laid your head into his chest further in defeat as you let out a breathless laugh, ‘whatever’
fanfic writing culture isn’t “oh dang! I wanted to write about this prompt with this character but someone else already wrote it, so now I can’t”.
fanfic writing culture is always “two cakes is better than one. the more the merrier. there can ever be enough fics of this character with this prompt!”
I'll never be over how criminally underrated the expanse is, like it should 100% be up there with the best/most viewed series of all time. It's consistently spectacular in its acting, visuals and storytelling and from its first to its last episode across 6 seasons it never drops in quality, like it just baffles me that a show THAT good is barely known/talked about
pairing: collegestudent!literatureprodigy!jeno x afab!collegestudent!scienceandmathgenius!reader
summary: jeno was the biggest problem you've ever had to solve, but for him you weren't quite an open book either.
w.c: 9.4k
warnings: mdni 18+, MATH, i did so much research i feel like i need to cite my sources, thank you quizlet, angst, hurt and comfort, frenemies to lovers, fluff, jeno and y/n argue a lot and yell at each other, teasing, misunderstandings, YEARNING, kissing, make-ups and confessions, plot WITH porn, love making very intimate, hard with feelings and refuse to listen to each other, unprotected sex (i better not catch y'all doing this), praising, crying, begging, groveling, pet names (baby), oral (f receiving), creampie (YUM), softdomtop!jeno (just as god intended), crack/humor, scientific talk because smart (i never took bio in college), if i forgot anything pls lmk. reblogs and feedback appreciated ♡ fiction ≠ reality
‘WHAT’ you gasped, not noticing you had barked it out until everyone turned around and glared at you.
‘i’m sorry?...’ your professor had stopped everyone to bring attention back, she gave you a quizzical look, ‘is there a problem?’
you shook your head, still surprised by your sudden outburst, ‘n-no, i apologize’ you hung your head in shame, red blooming on your cheeks from embarrassment. you had been dreading today, your world literature 1 professor had told you all a week ago that you would be paired up with a partner for your first project. your major in biology and minor in actuarial mathematics required some literature classes to help with ‘scientific writing and understanding’ as your advisor put it. so you figured world literature 1 was the easiest choice, it turned out to actually be hell on earth. your weakest subject was english and literature, you were never a reader growing up unless it was about different sciences, but you always opted for documentaries and videos than reading. growing up, you’d always dread english class, anxiously waiting for whatever science and math class you could have next.
when you tell people that your favorite subject is math and then science they would laugh and usually end it with an ‘i wish’, that was your english and history, you wish you could understand it better, but it always seemed impossible. what you were least expecting was getting paired with the best literature student you knew, jeno. he annoyed you at times, acting like a pretentious asshole going around and quoting shakespeare and some other century-dead author. when you went and quoted pythagroas near him it was now apparently a problem, you two bickered back and forth in class during group introductions about greek philosophers for almost an hour, debating if aristotle was more of a math genius or a linguistics expert.
after the heated discussion, jeno told you ‘i love a good debate, you have some crazy opinions though’ he ended up giving you his phone number. it was only the first week of classes, your first ‘friend’(?), you texted him that night, but no response came. the next week you were struggling with questions your professor had given you all to go with a reading.
you texted jeno:
‘hey is this correct? *PICTURE ATTACHED*
his response chimed on your phone five minutes later:
‘no’
and that was the only response you got, no help, no explanation, you didn’t even know what was wrong with your answer to begin with. fuck this, you ended up calling him, to your surprise he answered with a ‘what?’
you didn’t mean to blow up on him, but it just came out, ‘why can’t you be nice to me for one second and help me with this student homework?’
he sighed, making your ear vibrate with the sound, ‘take back what you said and i’ll help you’
you grumbled but obliged, ‘this homework and reading is not stupid, now please help me’
you guys ended up talking on the phone for almost two hours, discussing different themes from the reading, mostly arguing about who was right, but in the end jeno helped you get answers that were good enough. he talked you through the questions and the actual themes of the reading, the elements, and showed you how to better analysis pieces of literature. you were eternally grateful but absolutely mortified at the same time.
after that phone call, you were psyched, finally finding someone that could help you pass. you were always the person in math classes that everyone went to, you didn’t have to be that person for others anymore. although you remember all the emotional baggage and difficulty when trying to help others study and understand formulas, you wouldn’t ask much of jeno, only when you really needed it.
two weeks ago you found him in the library, doing homework with books scattered around him. the first thing you noticed were glasses that he had never worn before, big frames making his eyes look much bigger in such a cute way. you figured if you asked he wouldn’t mind if you joined him, and you figured that if you asked in an even nicer way, he could help you with the literature homework.
‘hey jeno!’ you greeted him, walking up to his table, he looked up, pink lips still in a straight line, ‘would you mind if i joined you?’
‘i guess not’ he shrugged and moved some of his books out of the way for you, now sitting across from him you smiled slightly and got out your own homework. abstract algebra was your favorite class so far this semester, you never thought getting homework would make you so giddy. you couldn’t believe some people found it excruciating, while it was just a ‘fun activity’ for you. you and jeno continue work in silence, you would steal glances every once in a while, his eyes scanning over the paper as he scribbled down notes and highlight sentences. eyebrows knitting together and whispering out words in order to analyze everything perfectly. you thought it was cute, his lips would curl up into a smile after every question got answered. sitting in front of him, you could see the perfect slope of his nose, his broad shoulders slouched as he leaned into the desk, his large hand brushing his black hair back sporadically. the golden ratio had nothing on him.
not long after the trance jeno left you in, you finished your math homework and now it was time for your enemy: literature. you looked up and glanced at jeno who was writing notes down, ‘hey’ he lifted his head, ‘do you think you could help me with this?’ you motioned down to the paper in front of you, he followed and noticed your blank page compared to his one that was filled.
‘did you even try?’ he questioned, ‘it looks like you haven’t even started’
‘well’ you started with a sheepish smile, ‘i did do the reading, but i could barely understand any of it’
he sighed, his hands reaching under his glasses so he could rub his eyes, ‘okay, and what part did you not understand?’
you grabbed your packet of papers and flipped until you found the sentence, reading out loud, ‘his sense of her inferiority—of its being a degradation—of the family obstacles which judgment had always opposed to inclination, were dwelt on with a warmth which seemed due to the consequence he was wounding, but was very unlikely to recommend his suit’, you looked up at him, offering the best pleading eyes you could muster.
he slightly rolled his eyes, ‘so, basically darcy should put away his pride of being in a higher ranking than elizabeth, but he cares more about her status than love. even while he is proposing, he still looks down on elizabeth and wants her to feel grateful that he is even considering her as a wife’
‘oh, i never thought of it that way’ you mumbled, looking down at your paper again.
‘don’t they teach you stuff like this in high school? god, i fear for your grade when we actually have to read and analyze a whole book and not just passages for exercises’
the sentence was a stab to the heart, taken aback you said nothing as shame burned through your body. growing up you’d have teachers, friends, and your parents comment on your lack of understanding for english and literature, but you’ve never heard a remark like this. it cut deep, you opened and closed your mouth, unable to give an actual response, incapable of making any snide comeback, you gathered your things, got up and walked away from him. before he started to see the tears that made its way down your face.
you avoided jeno as much as you could, you sat nowhere near him in your shared class, never looked in his direction in the courtyard and started taking different routes to other classes. it was working out great for the most part, that was until he had transferred into your biology ‘unity of life’ class three weeks into the semester, at the very last minute of course. rumors were going around that a lot of students had transferred out of his previous one due to it ‘being too hard’ and that the professor ‘was a nightmare’ and he needed a natural science requirement for his major, secondary education if you could remember correctly.
seeing him walk through the door of one of your favorite classes was a different type of personal hell, and you were having a great day so far. you softly groaned, trying to resist the urge to roll your eyes in annoyance. your desk partner seemed to catch on, jaemin turned to you, ‘whats wrong? forgot to do last nights homework?’
you turned towards him, ‘never, i was so excited for this assignment, i finished all the questions as soon as i got home… it’s just… that guy, the one who just walked in’ you glanced back to his lab table, jaemin followed with his eyes, ‘i’m in his literature class and he’s nothing but an egomaniac, basically called me dumb for not understand some passage from a book’
the blond haired boy frowned, ‘he might know some books, but wait until he gets a taste of a real challenge, he transferred too late into the semester, he’s fucked’. your lips twitched up into a smile. you met jaemin the first day of class, introducing himself as a veterinarian science major with a minor in biology. you two became quick friends after you got him coffee one morning, you ended up with two cups after the cafe got your first order wrong. he was nothing but thankful, long discussions in class that lead to topics that never related to science. you got to know him pretty well, often texting and meeting up for study groups with other students from class, you both always paired up in class whenever prompted.
‘that’s fair, would be satisfying to watch him struggle’ you whispered.
he giggled, ‘god you sound like such a sadist’
the professor pulled up his notes as he prepared for the beginning of class, ‘takes one to know one’
you opened your notebook to the current lesson: the cytoskeleton. the professor went through the slideshow while you happily took notes on cells and its structure and stabilities within the cytoplasm. once the professor was done with the lecture, he started asking students questions, seeing if they were paying attention.
‘okay, now what is a delicate coil held together by hydrogen bonding between every fourth amino acid?’ he looks over his roster of students, ‘jeno! why don’t you answer this for us’
on cue, everyone turned to watch him, his head shot up from his notebook in surprise. he obviously looked unprepared, hands nervously pushing his bangs back. ‘oh… um, i don’t know i’m sorry professor, i transferred late into this class and still need to catch up’ his hair looked wild as the tips of his ears shone a bright red.
the poor professor sighed, ‘does anyone want to help jeno out?’
you immediately shot up your hand, ‘y/n?’
you smiled dramaticly, before another breathe you answered, ‘alpha helix’
‘yes, thats correct! great job y/n… now you all need to pay attention, this will be on our first exam coming up in two weeks’ he went on about amino acids and different elements. jaemin leaned into you, ‘nice’ he whispered, a smile on his face. yeah, that would show jeno what you could do.
you peeked back at jeno who whispered ‘two weeks!?’ to himself looking distressed, you felt a pang in your heart. perhaps it wasn’t fair, stuff like this was never taught in secondary school science classes, obviously he was going to struggle. you weren’t going to seek him out and offer help though, he knew science and arithmetic were your strong suits, it was his turn to come running, beg for forgiveness and ask for help.
speak of the asshole, and it shall fart, jeno texted you later that night.
‘hey…’ you scoffed, the audacity of this guy, you resisted the urge to text him back a ‘you should know this already right?’
you texted back a simple ‘what?’
he immediately answered, ‘do you think you could help me with this bio homework and maybe study together for the exam ｡°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°｡’. shameless.
giving him the benefit of the doubt, you relented. maybe it was an off day for him, ‘i guess, meet me in the library tomorrow, and we’ll start’ he hearted the message and that was the end of the conversation.
you woke up early the next day, grabbing every notebook you had kept over the years that could help jeno. you texted him right after noon, ‘this is an all day affair, meet me in an hour and bring me a caramel macchiato. don’t be late, pride & prejudice wasn’t written in a day’ he liked the message as a response. you left your dorm and headed to the library, setting up a space for a long study session. jeno comes right on time, with two coffees in his hand.
he places the bigger cup down in front of you, ‘large caramel macchiato, with extra caramel, extra vanilla, and extra drizzle’
you look up at him and give him a modest smile, grabbing the drink and taking a sip from the straw and swirling the ice around the cup, ‘thank you, lets get started’ he nodded and pulled out the chair next to you and sat down.
you got out all your notebooks, his eyes widened making you giggle, ‘jesus christ dude, how many notebooks do you have for this class?’
‘well, not all of them are from this class, i brought some from previous classes that i think could help you’ you handed over a stack of notes, which he begrudgingly took. ‘okay, now lets get started…’
you two had spent hours discussing carbohydrates, cellulose, and enzymes. sometimes arguing back and forth about answers, ‘okay so, a system of membranes that modifies and packages proteins for export by the cell?’ you asked jeno as he flipped through his notes.
‘um… integrins?’ he answered, totally unsure of himself in the process.
you smiled, ‘not quite, its the golgi apparatus, integrins are cell-surface receptor proteins… crazy how you don’t remember this from basic biology classes…’ you mumbled the last part.
but of course he still caught it, ‘what was that?’
you shrugged your shoulders, ‘i mean we learn about cells and stuff in secondary school… everyone knows that the golgi apparatus is the packaging and distribution center of the cells, i mean everyone talks about how the mitochondria is the power house of the cell, is that the only thing you remember from biology?’
his eyebrows shot up in surprise, ‘oh? so that's what this is about?’ he smirked, ‘you’re still upset about what i said last week aren’t you?’
your gaze diverted from his line of sight, thankful you wore your hair down this morning so he wouldn’t see the pink burning on the tips of your ears. ‘no… i’m just saying’
‘...saying almost the same exact thing i said?’ jeno smiled, and his eyes turned into crescent moons, happy that he caught you in the act, ‘understandable… well, uh, if you help me, i’ll help you’
you crossed your arms and narrowed your eyes at him, ‘not until you apologize, not everyone can be as good as you in literature’
‘okay, i’m sorry, you are a genius in math and science, now please agree’ jeno pleaded.
‘fine’ you answered.
another week passed and jeno finally felt comfortable taking the exam, on the other hand your literature professor started talking about a project for that class. jeno reassured you that he would help you in the best way he could, he helped you with literary analysis, notations, and rhetoric. you ended up getting an 85% percent on the most recent homework, excited to show jeno you made your way to the classroom.
‘so, jeno, i’ve been seeing you hanging out with that y/n person in our class’ you stopped before the entrance to the classroom, ‘they literally know nothing about literature and refuse to learn, how could you put yourself through that?’
‘oh, well, um, i don’t know, i’m just helping them with some stuff’ jeno answered. you peeked inside, he was with two other students, a girl and a boy, sitting together in a group.
‘must be pretty frustrating, i don’t know why they are even in this class, fucking moron, am i right?’ the girl responded and you could hear the others, but jeno, laugh.
you could feel your heart break as your mind begin to buzz. eyes watered, and you thought back to your discussion with jaemin, of course you guys were poking fun at jeno too, but nothing this extreme. ‘i mean, i guess one could think that, but everything about th-’ you couldn’t listen anymore, turned your heels and stormed off. stopping at the end of the hallway to through your graded paper away in anger and humiliation. after everything you both did for each other, it made your blood boil in anger and betrayal, you had to get back home. you paced to your dorm, keeping your head down so no one would notice you and your state of mind right now. skipping one literature class wouldn’t hurt.
so it did, and now here you are, sitting in your literature class with the professor reading out the pairings for the first project. for the rest of the week and over the weekend, you had ignored jeno’s texts and calls, you decided you were finally done with his games. ‘y/n and jeno’ the professor read out to the class.
‘WHAT’ you gasped, not noticing you had barked it out until everyone turned around and glared at you.
‘i’m sorry?...’ your professor had stopped everyone to bring attention back, she gave you a quizzical look, ‘is there a problem?’
you shook your head, still surprised by your sudden outburst, ‘n-no, i apologize’ you hung your head in shame, red blooming on your cheeks from embarrassment.
your professor nodded and resumed her list of partners, after she announced to the class, ‘now sit with your partners and discuss what you all want to do for your projects for the rest of class’
you groaned, you weren’t ready to face jeno yet, you probably never would be. you never wanted to see or speak to him ever again, you shuffled to his seat, taking your time to get over to him and sit down.
‘hey’ he said, ‘you’ve been ignoring me this whole week, whats up?’
fake ass bitch, you thought, he didn’t care, ‘nothing, just not a good week i guess’
he frowned, ‘damn, well, if it makes you feel better, i got a 90% on my first bio exam!’ he beamed, ‘so at least now you know your hard work is paying off’
‘that’s great, glad you’ve been getting at least something out of this’ you deadpanned.
he gave you a quizzical look, but decided to drop the subject, ‘so, for the project i was thinking about covering the tenant of wildfell hall’
you literally didn’t care and let him pick whatever, ‘yeah that’s fine’
his eyes narrowed, giving you a weird look again, ‘okay… so, the book has themes of double standards, religion, morality, and love. i can send you passages that we can cover for our project…’. jeno went on for the next thirty minutes with only little nods and comments from you, agreeing to anything he had to suggest. all you wanted to do was leave, once the professor dismissed class that's what you did, picking up your backpack and storming off with jeno still talking.
you rushed down the hallway, ignoring the calls coming from jeno behind you. with his crazy athletic built he eventually caught up to you, grabbed your shoulder and spun you around. you gazed up at him, he stared down at you, looking for any answer he could find. ‘what is your problem? i thought you’d be happy we were paired up?’ he started interrogating you.
you sighed, almost giving up, ‘jeno, can we just meet up later and talk about it? i’m exhausted right now’
he sighed and his hands fell from your shoulders, ‘i’ll text you’ he nodded, and you turned around and left. once at your dorm you threw your backpack to the side and climbed into your bed, taking a well needed nap. a few hours later, your phone vibrating next to you pulled you out of dream land.
3 missed texts from jeno:
‘y/n, are you able to come over to my apartment soon?’
‘plz stop being so stubborn its annoying plz just talk to me’
‘here’s the address lmk when ur on the way’
you texted him back:
‘sorry i was taking a nap’
‘i can be there in a bit’
you got up and got ready, grabbed your backpack and left for jeno’s. once you got there it took you a good five minutes to have the courage to knock on his door. hesitant you tenderly knocked on the door, after a second he opened up the door and let you inside without another word. he was in shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt and smelled immaculate, you gulped, raking your eyes over his body, strong arms and long legs, a face without imperfections. your heart burned in anger and panic, angry that he was so gorgeous it pissed you off, panic because all you could think was what the fuck am i doing right now? ‘do you want to sit down? i saw you brought your backpack, we can work on some stuff if you want?’
you nodded, walked over to the couch and plopped down, grabbing your backpack you opened it and got your laptop out, pulling up the notes from your calculus 2 class. jeno joined you on the couch, sitting a little bit to close for comfort, but you said nothing. his bare leg brushed against your clothed one, sending a buzzing sensation all throughout your body, trying your best to ignore him you stayed focused on your screen.
question 1: x³ + 2x² - 6z = 4 - 2y²
without a second thought you typed in the answer:
r³cos³0 + 2r² - 6z = 4
submitting it you smiled as the green checkmark popped up, correct on the first try. ‘damn, that’s crazy’ jeno broke the silence, you glanced over at him.
‘what?’ you said turned back to your laptop.
‘i literally understood none of that and you got it on the first try!? that’s literally fucking insane’
you laughed at his outburst, ‘it’s nothing really, it was kind of easy, just plug in the following x and y polar conversion formulas into the equation where possible, then you just rewrite everything and use the formulas to convert the equation into cylindrical coordinates’
jeno howled in laughter, which was contagious enough to make you laugh, ‘that’s insane, you’re amazing’
you cocked your head to the side, intrigued by his word choice, ‘oh? am i?’
his demeanor changed, the air felt heavy as he calmed down and moved closer to you. he leaned in, and you panicked, he glanced down at your lips and back up to your eyes. his long eyelashes met his cheeks, you followed suit and closed your eyes, ignoring the way your mind is screaming at you not to do this. heart says otherwise, as you could hear it beat in your ears, whole body buzzing as his pink, soft lips brushed against yours.
jeno moved in deeper, teeth clinking together as you ravaged your mouth, he was a starved man, and you were the last meal he would ever receive. it was warm and sensual, he reached around your waist and roughly pulled your torso into his. his nose bumped into yours as he moved his head slightly for better access, laptop completely abandoned to the side your arms lifted to his biceps, squeezing hard as you let out a soft moan. you broke the kiss as you pressed against his arms, your forehead leaned on his as you both caught your breath, between pants he smiled and laughed, you did not. anxiety ran your blood cold as now all you could think of was what he had said in the classroom about you. was this all a joke?
‘jeno…’ you started, and his smile faltered, ‘i can’t do this’ you stood up and grabbed your laptop and shoved it haphazardly into your backpack, heatedly rushing out of his apartment and down the hall to the entrance. again you ignored jeno as he called after you, his footsteps echoing behind you. you pushed the heavy door open and the air hit you with the wind flying through your hair. continuing down the lamp-lighted street, the boy was still trying to catch up to you.
‘y/n please, we forgot to talk about it’ he addressed your almost non-existent figure fading into the darkness.
he was hopeless by now, but still refused to give up, he moved again, ‘y/n!’
you stopped and turned around, walking up to him his build now growing hazy as water pooled in your eyes. ‘you wanna talk about it? you WANT to talk about it? FINE, you are such a stuck-up asshole, thinking i’m so stupid because i don’t have the best grade in our lit class. laughing about it with your friends when they call me a moron! you think you’re so great you didn’t even know what the chemical symbol was for sulfur, FUCKING SULFUR JENO’ you were yelling at this point, jabbing your finger into his chest with every emphasis in your anger. ‘you think you can play me in some fucked up game you have going on in your head, keeping me around so you can feel better about yourself and use me for help so you could pass an exam, i know i’ve asked you for help before, but at the end of it, all i wanted to do was be your friend, you could’ve said no, but i couldn’t. you gave me no choice but to give in with the deal that you’d help me in return, and you know what? i needed the help, badly. and you knew that and used it in a discussion with your friends that laughed at me because of it, you know how that made me feel? like absolute shit, i wanted to be your friend but all you have ever done was use me and hurt me, and guess what? you don’t have to fear for’ fingers motioning air quotations, ‘my grade because i got a good grade on my homework thanks to you, so thank you jeno! i really appreciate the help, i hope it really boosted your ego, maybe you can go fucking write a book about it or something, i don’t know and i don’t care, but i’m done’ your face was probably beet red at this point, while angry tear's avalanche down your face, you hastily whipped your face and snot that escaped during your outburst. his face focused into view, he was so pretty, and that made you tear up all over again, he could have been different.
he looked defeated, frustrated as his fists clenched into balls and relax over and over, ‘y/n, please let me explain, i di-’ you stopped him, placing your hand in front of his face.
‘do the math jeno, the probability that i would ever hear you out is slim…’ you turned and started walking away, briefly glancing back, he was still in the same spot. ‘it’s S by the way, the symbol for sulfur, maybe now you’ll remember it when you think back on this night… not so proud after all’ your voice cracked at the last sentence as your heart wrenched and stomach mangled, tears breaking through yet again.
you left him there.
you decided not to tell jaemin about what happened, but jeno’s absence was evident. you couldn’t sleep, all that replayed in your nightmare was his soft lips brushing against yours, and you swore you could still feel his strong arms pulling you forward, into him. the feeling that gave you clawed at your heart, beating you down every single time you closed your eyes and pictured his face smiling at you, laughing at you, annoyed at you. anything he gave you, you would take, no matter how much it broke you down. you liked him, no, you like him. even after everything he’s done, you still held a soft spot for him in your fractured heart. all the phone calls that turned into facetime when he would ask for help with math, and you had to show him the steps of a problem. laughing every time you would shake trying to hold your phone steady as he jokingly squawked, ‘keep still!’ when he would read passages to you over the phone late at night, and you’d have fallen asleep to his tender voice before he could even explain the motif. it had only been 5 weeks of class, but it felt like you had known him longer, despite your differences in subjects you both eventually subsided the arguments with long discussions and debates on why one answer was right and how the other was wrong. revelations that came to light after hours of going back and forth.
you stood in the shower, blankly staring at the white ceramic wall in front of you as droplets rained down. you thought about the day you and jeno were studying in the library, renting a study room within because you figured the discussion would be heated. it ended up in a feverish battle between the differences of cell adhesion and cell migration. by the end of it you were standing up, hands pulling at your roots in irritation trying to explain it to the boy sat down in front of you with a shit-eating grin adorning his face. ‘y/n, y/n, stop, stop, please, i can’t take it anymore’ he laughed, clutching his stomach, ‘i got it, while they are tightly associated, cell adhesion provides structural support and stability to tissues, while cell migration is the directed movement of cells from one location to another’
your arms dramatically dropped to your sides, ‘YOU KNEW THIS WHOLE TIME’ pointing, you accused him.
he laughed again at your reaction, ‘i just love seeing you like that, it’s cute, you know i just love a challenge’ he exclaimed going back to his notes.
you laughed to yourself, recalling the moment of the playful banter and subtle flirting that slipped out on occasion. you giggled, howled, and snorted a little too much at the memory, which silently followed into your heart sinking to the bottom of your stomach, the shower masking the uncontrollable sobs that carried through every limb, appendage, and bone.
jaemin went on and on about some story about his roommates, you paid barely any attention, eyes glued to the door as you waited to see if he would show up. the blond boy slurred his words, leaning into you now, trying to get you to look at him. you turned your body, he was giving you a pouty face with big, shining eyes, ‘i asked you a question y/nnie. were you even listening to me?’ he tugged on the sleeve of your hoodie, his strength made you feel like a rag doll.
‘i was… and the answer is yes?’ you said, unsure about whatever he was yapping about.
he beamed and clapped playfully, ‘yippie! i knew you could use a pick-me-up, i promise it’ll be fun, the party is saturday so clear your schedule, i’ll pick you up’
your shoulder shook as you lightly laughed at his theatrics, rubbing your temple in exasperation as to what you just got yourself into, ‘sounds like fun’. you barely noticed jeno walking in out of the corner of your eye. he looked worse than you did, a hoodie with a stain, sweats that looked they were able to fall apart, mis-matched socks and unkempt hair. he kept pushing his glasses up his nose and rubbing his tired eyes. your heart skipped a beat when you noticed his dark circles that almost matched yours, his being a little worse for wear. before he could catch you staring, you quickly focused your attention to the professor starting class, going through the roaster and continuing the lecture on cells.
‘can anyone tell me the variations in cell types? jeno, got an answer?’ the professor smiled at him, everyone turned to spectate and wait for him to answer, except you.
‘um, prokaryotic and eukaryotic’ he dragged, sounding uninterested despite getting the question right.
‘yes! very good jeno’ the professor praised, moving on to the next question. you started to sweat, angry that he got it right and yet you were now holding on your high c- in literature class. how come he could now catch onto science but yet, you were still unable to grapple with the concepts of a victorian classic novel? or maybe it was the fact you had skipped every class this week, refusing to work with jeno on anything, you noticed the text and calls from him were dwindling three days after the confrontation, however everyday he sent pictures of his notes and analysis on the reading and how the project was going. as pathetic as it was, you continue to lay awake in bed nearly every night rereading his text from that night:
i know you are angry and probably hate me right now and that’s understandable, but i don’t want to give up on you, on us. do you think newton gave up on the laws of motion after he failed on the first or second try? you aren’t getting the whole picture, plz give me a chance to explain, i don’t even know if you are reading this, but if you are, plz hear me out you got it all wrong about that day in the classroom, and if it felt like i was using you, i’m sorry. that was never my intention, i just like being around you, you are always quick-witted and i was just trying to taunt you so you’d pay attention to me because i really like you, ig that backfired badly lol. anyway, i hope this will change your mind, and you’ll reach out, i’ll give you time.
followed by a very unserious message that you couldn’t help but smile at:
oh, i almost forgot, don’t worry about the project, but you could come to class, i’m starting to fear for your grade again (,,>﹏<,,) (only kidding!)
another biology class and 2 skipped lit classes pass and the weekend was finally brought upon the world. you held the pleasure of assisting jaemin to a party hosted by someone he knew from one of his health classes. it took forever for you to pick out a cute outfit, but opted for a sleeveless shirt and basic jean shorts and a pair of white sneakers you found buried in the back of your small closet. you carefully did your makeup, usually not taking it too far, but this was special, and you needed to feel like a bad bitch tonight.
jaemin showed up an hour later, deciding to walk to the house 4 blocks down, saying he wanted ‘to get turnt with you’ and that he refused to drink and drive. you agreed, walking sounded better than looking for a driver or someone having to stay sober throughout the night. you exited your building and found jaemin’s car in the lot, he climbed out to greet you and whistled, eyes eating up your form, ‘damn, you look hot’
you smiled bashfully, ‘thanks jaemin, even nerds can be hot you know?’
he turned to lock his car, ‘i mean, yes, but like, you always look cute, but this is like the freaky side of you, it’s different… it’s nice’
you cackled, ‘please never call me freaky ever again, i’m going to revoke your brain rot privileges’
he admitted defeat and dropped the conversation, you both now walked down the sidewalk in perfect silence with the sun now set, surveying the rows of houses in different stages of life in the moon glow. ‘it’s this one’ jaemin nudged you, stopping, he pointed to the house on the corner, you nodded and wrapped your arm around his, linking together so you immediately wouldn’t get lost in the sea of a potential crowd. he opened the old, green door, and you followed, as expected there was a good amount of people attending and as the night worn on you figured more would pile in.
jaemin turned to you, ‘do you wanna go find some drinks?’
‘yes, please’ you quickly nodded as he pulled you through the throng of people, trying to find the kitchen.
once you were there, the host of the party seemed to also be there, ‘jaemin! glad you could make it man’ they dabbed each other up and touched shoulders embracing in a ‘bro hug’.
‘hell yeah, no way i’d not come for the first party of the semester, i brought my friend along with me!’ he pulled you closer to him, now giving you the floor as all attention was pulled towards you, wincing as jaemin jabbed at your side, urging you to get closer to his friend.
‘hi, i’m y/n’ you said giving him a genuine smile, holding out your hand.
‘oh my, you are gorgeous, and you came with this sleaze bag’ he nodded towards jaemin who just playfully hit his friends shoulder, ‘i’m donghyuck, but everyone calls me haechan, its a pleasure to meet you’ he softly took a hold of your hand and bent down to give it a little peck, you giggled at the eccentric greeting.
jaemin tore haechan away, ‘alright, not too much now’ he joked, ‘it’s time for shots’ haechan clapped and guided you both to the kitchen island that was filled with different alcohol, he picked out a clear liquid and poured them into plastic shot cups he grabbed from a neat stack. jaemin lifted up his cup, ‘fuck pharmacology’ you snickered at his comment and raised your cup along with haechan who nodded in agreement. on cue, you threw back the cup and shuddered as the sweet nectar burned your throat. ‘hell yeah! another! at the end of the night i want to be able to forget about fucking blood urea nitrogen and blood glucose’ haechan laughed and poured another in all 3 cups. after that it was another, and then another, and after about 6 shots you tapped out and opted for a gin and coke that haechan was more than happy to make for you.
more time had passed than you thought as more people flooded the kitchen, wrecking havoc on the choices of liquor, haechan handed you your cup and jaemin motioned for you both to move to the living room. people were dancing, some were playing beer pong off in the corner, and others were chatting on various furniture. ‘want to dance a bit?’ he whispered in your ear because of the loud music that made the floor vibrate under your seat, you could feel it rattling your brain. giving him a silent nod he grabbed your hand and led you through the crowd, finding a spot and finding the rhythm of the song. you bobbed your head to the beat and moved back and forth with jaemin in front of you, you always thought he was attractive, but you saw him nothing more than a friend, you felt comfortable around him. you nursed your drink slowly, already somewhat tipsy from the shots, you didn’t want to get drunk too fast or blackout. jaemin grabbed your free hand and twirled you around, dramatically moved your joined hands with fever. you laughed along with him, indulging him in an embarrassing, yet fun dance that probably made you both look wasted to others.
his arm snaked around your waist, pulling you close much to your surprise, pleasanton’tkissmepleasedon’tkissmepleasedon’tkissme ran rampant in your mind as he leaned towards your ear ‘don’t look now, but a certain someone is staring at you from across the room, you let out a strangled breath.
‘do you know who it is?’ you whispered back.
‘jeno’ he mused and your lively spirited fell.
‘whats up? something go down with him?’ he pestered.
‘um, kinda, its a long story’ you faltered and jaemin frowned.
‘damn, that serious? his loss, he can look all he wants’ jaemin wanted to be lighthearted, make you smile again and keep jeno out of your mind. you were grateful as he pulled you into another whimsical dance, the joyful nature of his was infectious.
after a couple more songs had passed, you had downed your whole drink and let go of jaemin’s hand, ‘i’m gonna go find haechan and have him make me another drink, it was surprisingly superb’ jaemin nodded and said he would stay in the same spot for your return.
you hastily made your way to the kitchen, apologizing to others you had to push through. the small room was almost empty, haechan was nowhere in sight so you looked for a different drink. ‘having fun with jaemin?’ a voice boomed from behind you, one that you knew all too well. you slowly turned to find jeno smirking at you, leaning against the fridge adorned in a tight white shirt and ripped jeans, oh fuck this stupid earth, he just had to follow you here looking like that.
‘yes i am, actually’ you stated matter-of-factly.
his lips twitched up in amusement, ‘is that so?’ he moved in closer, eventually trapping you between him and the liquor table. jeno’s soft brown eyes met yours, searching for something inside, however, his eyes told you everything, hope, they screamed. his hand lifted towards your face, slowly brushed against the skin lighter than a feather, taking a piece of your hair and pushing it behind your ear, ‘so he wouldn’t mind this?’. his eyes fluttered closed as he bowed towards you.
before he could seal the deal, ‘jeno’ you stopped him.
he sighed, defeated, ‘just please talk to me, you said the probability was slim, but not zero, let me explain’ jeno begged, his large hands caressed your cheeks tenderly, they were soft and warm.
you could blame the alcohol as you finally let him speak his case, ‘fine, we can find somewhere private’
he smiled, eyes disappearing in relief. he grabbed your hand, leading upstairs and into an empty room, he closed the door behind him as you took a seat on the bed, ‘alright, grovel and explain’ you lifted your phone up to check the time ‘you have 10 minutes’
he gave you a smug smile, ‘that’s all i need baby, you know i love a challenge’ you rolled your eyes at his attempt to uplift the tension fogging the air. ‘that day in the classroom, you obviously didn’t stay long enough to hear what i had to say about you, at first i didn’t know how to respond being put into that position was hard, you didn’t ‘put me through anything’ though, i had nothing but fun with you, even if it was frustrating at times. we always figured it out. but when i heard what she said after i wasn’t just going to allow it, i said ‘yeah i guess one could say that’ because these people literally do not know you like i do, i finished with ‘but everything about that is completely untrue, they are willing to learn, but it's just taking longer than some of us who take a bunch of english and literature classes. if you got to actually know her you’d see how bright they actually are. a literal math genius and a real mastermind of science, could answer any question from the top of their head, it’s insane. so while we are strong in this subject, they are just stronger in other fields’ he explained, watching you intently. you wiggled under his gaze, making you feel same, but itched for him to go on, ‘i then told her that she should not speak on things she knows nothing about and left because i will not associate myself with someone who talks like that about people i care about’ he emphasized the last words carefully, grabbing hold of your hand and lifting you from the bed, ‘y/n, i’m so sorry, it was never my intention to hurt you, ever. i care about you so deeply, you show up in every romance novel i read, every poem i skim, the stories i write… it’s all you’ jeno gazed down at you, his eyes now searching for an answer, hope, and panic could only be found in his as you studied his features in the warm glow of the moon peaking through the window.
‘you really said that? you defended me?’ you questioned him quietly.
‘yes y/n, i would never let anyone hurt you, even if you aren’t in the room, because in that case, they hurt me too’
you hummed, the haze of your brain clouded any judgment you held, he was something different, the greatest math problem that needed to be solved. ‘thank you jeno, i guess it’s now my turn to apologize’
he chuckled at you, ‘no need baby’ you laughed softly, ‘now, can we pick up where we left off? you know, someone once told me that pride and prejudice wasn’t written in a day’ he wagged his eyebrows at you, moving you into an embrace as he kissed the top of your head. you held on tightly, holding him as you buried your face into his chest swallowing his scent so you could save it for later.
the hug ended, but he still held you close in his arms, ‘i guess i could pick up another chapter or two’ he laughed at your poor pun and drooped down, so his lips could meet yours. it was messier than the first kissed you shared with him, wet and heated as you could taste the soju on his tongue. he moved at a faster pace, devouring you like an animal, jeno walked you towards the bed, you gave in falling down with him, with him climbing on top of you, never breaking away. teeth on teeth echoed throughout the room as you moaned, his hands exploring every part of your body, making your core burn more and more.
jeno dipped down to attack your neck in kisses and sucking at the exposed skin, hands finding a way to his hair and tugging slightly at the intimate feeling of him being closer than ever. ‘please, tell me you’re mine, please want me’ he breathed out, the air softly hitting your ear, making the hair on the back of your neck stand up. he was desperate, kissing you anywhere he could and waited for you to answer.
‘y-yes jeno, i’m yours’ you choked out, ‘i want you in every way’ satisfied with your response he growled and his mouth met yours once more, ‘p-please touch me’ you begged frantically, needing anything to ease the sensation that pooled in the pits of your stomach.
jeno hummed, fingers brushing up and down your exposed stomach, ‘where baby? use your words, remember what i taught you?’ it was your turn to make demands now, wasting no time you grabbed his hand and brought it down between your legs, he cupped your vagina. you groaned, you needed more. jeno grabbed the waistband of your shorts and pulled them down and threw them behind him, the cool air hit your core making you rub your thighs together in order to find little warmth.
he carefully pulled your underwear down, wanting to savor the moment of finally seeing you bare, he gulped, ‘god, you have such a pretty pussy’ he took his hand and rubbed the sensitive skin, ‘so wet. just for me, right? all for me baby’ you cried out at his words. he inserted a finger into your weeping hole, making you gasp out in surprise at the feeling of just one finger filling you up dangerously. as he pushed back and forth your legs trembled, he added another finger and brought his head down to your core, ‘i bet you taste amazing’ was all he said before he dove in deep, his tongue against your clit as he drank up your juices and sucked on the flesh.
‘f-fuck’ you mewled, grabbed a hold of his soft, black hair in order to keep you grounded, with every thrust he made as he fucked with his mouth you tugged on his hair, pulling when you would feel the band about to snap, jeno groaned, loving the way you’d use him for stability.
he stopped and removed his face, you whined from the loss of contact as his fingers also found their way outside of you, he smiled ‘don’t worry, my pretty baby, i’ll take care of you’. he threw off his shirt nearly getting drunker with the way you were taking him in, he loved being adored by you, in such a calculated way that made sense in every story. you followed suit and removed your top and bra, baring naked in front of him and laid back on the bed as he admired you from afar, ‘you’re so beautiful’ he breathed, discarding his pants and underwear he crawled back on top of you, whispering sweet nothing's as he peppered your collarbone and breasts with kisses.
‘are you sure you want this? it might hurt a little at first, but i promise i’ll go slow until you tell me otherwise’ he towered over you.
your glassy eyes met his in reassurance, ‘yes, jeno i want this’ you confirmed everything for him. he quickly lined up his cock with your cunt and gently pushed inside, his eyes never leaving yours. your hands grasped around his muscled biceps, digging your nails into them when the pain was strong. once he bottomed out he stopped to let you get used to his size, you shared sensual kisses and sweet touches, jeno doing everything in his power to make you feel loved and safe at that moment going forward, that’s all he ever wanted to do. for weeks, he had been beating himself up for taking the teasing comments way too far at times, poking fun at something you were obviously insecure about, but you did the same, he figured it was kind of the thing you two had. in reality, he wanted to push you to do better, making comments like that so you’d work harder and prove everyone wrong. no one could work with you better than him, so he had gone out of his way to ask the pressor to pair you up on the project, also making the forced proximity making you talk to him after you stopped answering his calls and messages. he should have gone a better way about motivating you, but now that he had your forgiveness, he could work on better strategies.
‘jeno, you can move now’ you rasped out, still holding on his arms like an anchor with a boat. he pulled out and pushed back in, taking it slow as you moaned at the feeling of him filling you up to the brim, jeno picked up the pace, setting a steady rhythm as skin clapping together filled the room, ‘oh fuck, just like that’ your chest heaving up and down.
he slammed into with vigor, bitting your bottom lip as you opened your mouth to let out a breathless moan, ‘yeah? you like that? fuck, you’re so tight, literally sucking me in, i never want to leave this pretty fucking pussy’ he husked, he licked your lips and kissed your jaw as he grunted, setting a faster pace, making you cry out in pleasure. he grabbed your legs and opened them wider, giving him better access to go deeper into your abused cunt. you cried as the flame in your belly raged with a thousand fires, ‘keep your eyes on me baby’ jeno demanded, automatically making you swallow as you moved your eyes to meet his, blown out pupils filled with lust as your vision of him became blurry as blissful tears threaten to fall with every snap on his hips digging into you. you’ve had flings and hook-ups before, but nothing as profound as this, the eye contact, togetherness of him never backing too far away from your hold, you were being wholly consumed by jeno. everything right down to your core, he was all you could feel, taste, see, and think about.
‘o-oh my god’ you sobbed, hips jerking up at the feeling of the ripples burning through you, the coil in your stomach tightening, craving to break open, ‘m gonna cum’ you clenched around him, making jeno hiss above you at the feeling of tightness around his throbbing dick.
‘go on baby, cum for me,’ he whimpered as the feeling for him also grew intense, the way your cunt hugged his dick was making his mind spin. jeno mumbled incoherently ‘i’m so close baby, let go, you can let go, i got you’ from his words and the way he pounded into you made you snap, legs trembling as liquid gushed from your core and past his cock and dripped onto the sheets. light-headed and dizzy you cried out for jeno as your orgasm burst over you.
you clenched again, feeling overwhelmed by the euphoric feeling, ‘oh, fuck’ jeno cursed as he stilled inside of you, painting your insides with his seed, he groaned at the sensation of finally filling you up and properly claiming you as his and his alone. he stayed there for a couple of minutes inside of you. savoring the static of the overstimulation and pleasure of release. you winced as the hot liquid poured out of you when he pulled out, the emptiness of it all. jeno watched as his cum slide down your hole and onto the sheet, he scooped up the remaining liquid that rushed out of you and shoved it back into your clit with two fingers, making you cry at the sensitivity. ‘fuck that was… one of the best experiences of my life’ he caught his breath and plopped down facing you, he gently caressed your chin, bringing your head to his as he softly left kisses on your lips, ‘let me get you cleaned up baby’
‘m tired’ you whispered, barely able to keep your eyes open.
‘i know, but let me take care of you and get you dressed, i know theres extra clothes somewhere around here’ he started rummaging around the wardrobes, digging into them in order to find anything adequate. ‘aha!’ he put on a clean pair of underwear and sweats, ‘i’ll be right back baby’ he left the room and came back after for what felt like an eternity with a warm wash cloth and clean clothes, ‘these are mark’s girlfriends pj’s i’m sure she won’t mind,’ he hummed, wiping you clean, and dressing you in the soft, clean clothes. he picked you up so he could throw the covers back, tucking you in with a kiss on the nose, ‘you’re so cute’
you lazily smiled at him, settling into the sheets as you clung onto his warm frame, ‘who’s room is this by the way?’ you whispered as jeno shut his eyes.
‘mark’s. doesn’t matter. you’re my girlfriend now right?’ he leaned his head on yours.
‘mmm girlfriend yes. mark who?’ words fell from your mouth as you yawned, sleeping coming to find you soon.
‘mark, shark.’ he dismissed you, ‘just be ready for a stern talk when we wake up from the man himself.’ he kissed your head as you drifted off to sleep, the morning was the least of your worries now, you finally figured out the solution, the obvious answer being: jeno.
omgg can i pls get a foodservice au haechan where you're both servers and competing for tips?? but make it flirtyyy
pairing: haechan x afab!reader
w.c.: 2.5k
warnings: mdni 18+, restaurant!au, you are both servers and its a competition, rivals to lovers(?), no foreplay only some oral (f receiving, haechan is impatient), haechan is mean (please spit in my mouth), unprotected sex (don't do this), creampie, dirty talk, haechan is a switch, pet names, dirty talk, you guys basically fuck in the walk in fridge.
requests are always open ＼( 'ω')／
trying to drown out the high-pitched blabber coming from your co-worker's mouth; yet as you moved around the kitchen, he only followed, ignoring the glares from the other staff. your manager comes out of his office only to tell you both to return to the front. you roll your eyes and turn toward him, ‘can you please tell haechan to stop gloating about his tips first? then I’ll get back to work’
taeyong sighed, rubbing his forehead, ‘haechan, stop talking about your tip money and get back to work’
haechan put his hands up in defense, ‘hey, im just trying to help y/n work harder, if they made as many tips as i do, we wouldn’t be having this conversation’ you gasp and grab lettuce from the salad bar, chucking it at his apron-donned torso. he jumped in surprise, reaching over to grab food and throw it back. before he could, taeyong stopped his, telling him to get his ass back to the front, haechan huffed, walking through the kitchen with you trailing behind.
you both stood near the hostess stand, ‘at least i’m not a kiss ass’ you said first smirking at him.
he smiled lightly, ‘how did you know i love to kiss ass?’
your smirk fell, he could never be serious, you rolled your eyes, giving him a small ‘whatever’ and turning your attention towards something else.
‘how about’ he bounces on his tip-toes rocking back and forth with a grin, ‘we have a little competition?’
you turn back towards him, ‘ugh, you’re so annoying’ you paused and his smile got wider, ‘what is it?’ you groaned.
‘at the end of the week, whoever gets the most tips win… winner gets a day off and… loser has to spend two hours in the walk-in fridge’ he explains.
your mouth hangs open, ‘you’re fucking crazy, one of us could die in there!’
he laughed, ‘oh, so you’re scared you’ll lose? come on, sweetheart, you've got all the right parts to make some good money’ he looks you up and down. it was normal for haechan to always act like a horndog; you’d normally ignore his antics, but now it was finally an opportunity to fight back.
you groaned again, ‘fine’, he outstretched his hand, you took it and shook, ‘i’ll do it’
you two would count your tips together after every shift, on monday he got the most almost $200, while you only got around $120. you decided to try a bit harder the next day, putting on your most expensive makeup, topping it off with bright red lipstick along with the tightest pants and shirt you could find. walking into work that morning, it felt like all eyes were on you, the kitchen staff were nicer to you, taeyong let you take a longer break, and felt like the guests were putting down a lot more money on the table then you anticipated. you tried being as nice as possible to everyone coming and going. you felt like you were always, but for this week you tried to go above and beyond, there was no fucking way you’d be spending two hours in the walk-in fridge. haechan could see right through your tactics; he followed you to the back of the kitchen, stopping you before you could do whatever you had planned. ‘i see you dressed up for today’ you jumped at the sudden sound of his voice, turning around so your back was leaning on the wall.
‘jesus christ, you scared me’ he laughed and moved closer to you, trapping you between him and the wall, out of sight for anyone else.
he moved closer, his breath hitting the outer shell of your ear, ‘sweetheart, did you wear all that and get all pretty for these lazy, uptight assholes?’
you gulped, the heat from his tall, lean body radiating off and onto you. ‘i did it so i could win’ you said firmly, ignoring how your heart was beating so fast from haechan.
‘but you’re already so beautiful’ he lifted his hand to your face, gently cupping your cheek to make you look at him in the eyes. you noticed how deep and brown they were, his long eyelashes batting against his gorgeous skin. you always thought haechan was cute, but his boisterous personality made you get the ick one too many times. he dipped his head back towards your ear, his lips ghosted over your neck, making you shudder. you sighed, melting into his touch, ‘its cute to see you try though’. the heat left your body, you opened your eyes, and he was gone.
that night, you left with $300, way more than haechan.
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the final day, you continued to do the same, dress in the tightest outfit ever, and caked in makeup. the hostess had called in, you begged taeyong to not put you at that station for the day, opting haechan as a better fit. he agreed, but only if you’d help clean the kitchen later before closing. you immediately agreed, thanking him for keeping you at the server station. when haechan came in later that morning, he was furious. chenle, the shift lead, told him he would have to be the host for today, making him storm off and barge into taeyongs office. you and chenle listened in through the door, giggling as you watched haechan walk out five minutes later without his apron on and a button-up shirt just for hosts.
he heard you giggling and snapped his head towards the sound, ‘you think this is funny?’ he sneered.
you basically skipped over to the host stand, making him roll his eyes and groan as you looked up to him with a beaming smile, ‘it's actually fucking hilarious’
he clenched his jaw, trying not to show his anger too much, ‘at least i’m not some cheap slut parading myself around for tips’ he moved closer to you, ‘basically begging for something to happen… now get the fuck back to work’ he turned back around to the host stand. you watched, mouth shut tight into a thin line, smile long forgotten due to his outburst, the comment hitting deep. he busied himself organizing a stack of menus, and you just walked to the kitchen, trying to forget that any of this had happened.
later that evening, just as you promised before, you stayed to help clean the kitchen. the staff was dwindling down as the night grew darker, co-workers saying their goodbyes and ‘have a good night’. taeyong called your name from his office. you walked back to find him standing at his small desk, getting his stuff together, ‘i have to leave, personal stuff, haechan is still here’ he handed you his keys ‘are you good to lock up after you two are done?’
you were caught off guard. could you both be trusted? obviously not, but that was a topic of discussion for another day. ‘oh, um, sure’ he smiled and bid you a good night and left. you watched as he left the restaurant, haechan also watching from the dining area. when taeyong was out of sight, the taller boy stood up and walked over to the entrance to the kitchen, where you had followed your manager out.
‘well’ he sighed, catching your attention, ‘looks like you won… gonna lock me in the fridge now?’
you didn’t think he was serious, but you committed to the bit, ‘yeah, i’ll come let you out after your two hours’ you walked him to the entrance and opened it for him.
he chucked nervously, ‘a bet is a bet’ he entered the space and you let the door go, watching it slam into its frame, clicking the hatch you locked him inside.
you walked away, ready to leave him there in the walk-in fridge. alone. for two hours. you shook your head, this was fucking crazy, stupid, and dangerous. you stumbled back through the kitchen, stopping at the giant metal door that stood between you and haechan. unlatching it and heaving the door open with a pull, he was sitting on a box of tomatoes looking at his phone. you stepped inside, he looked up and smiled, slipping his phone in his pocket and walked towards you, making you back up until your back hit the door. you could feel the heat radiating off of him, making the air thick with tension, the coolness of the door to your back made a shiver flow down your spine. you thought back to earlier this week, when he had you trapped in the back of the store, caging you in between him and the wall, much like now. you failed to find the will to push him away, you couldn’t even do it before, so what could stop you now? now, it was just you and him.
‘i knew you wouldn’t leave me here’ he whispered, his head moving closer to yours. you made the unconscious decision to let your eyes roam over his face, his beautiful moles put perfectly into place, his plush lips that you couldn’t stop staring at. you looked up into his eyes, noticing how his eyes flickered down to your lips, too. despite it only being 2 celsius, it felt like you were burning over a fire. his lips smacked onto yours, fighting for dominance and creating a rhythm you both could move to. the softness of his lips made you moan into his mouth, wetness pooling into your panties, making the tight fabric stick to your skin. he pulled you closer, rubbing his tented crotch into your thigh, he licked your lips, sucking on the bottom and grabbing it between his teeth. he let go and attacked your neck, sucking, kissing, and licking. the cool air of the fridge hits the wet patches, making you shudder and arch your back in surprise.
he grabbed you and brought you over to a box of ingredients in the middle of the fridge, ‘jump’ he demands. you hop onto the box, back against the racks lining the walls of the fridge, he leaves a line of kisses along your neck, hands moving to unbuckle your belt and jeans. he tugs them down your thighs along with your underwear. the chilling air immediately hits your core making you shiver and sending a tickle up your spine. haechan groaned, watching the way your cunt throbbed and wept for contact with anything. ‘please, let me taste you’ he cried out.
you fiercely nodded, the frigid air being replaced by his hot breath as he kissed up your thigh, reaching your clit, and licking a fat strip up. you cried as he latched on and continued to suck and shove his tongue down your hole. you grab his hair, shoving him further down, he groaned every time you would tug on his scalp. he continued his attack until you feel the pit in your stomach light up, feeling the band snap you cry out as you come all over his mouth, he licked up every drop. rising from his crouched position slowly, he paid no mind to the sheen of wetness that covered his chin.
‘get up and turn around’ he ordered. you scrambled out of your spot on the boxes, turning, you place your arms on top of them to keep yourself steady. you could hear him undo his belt buckle and unzip his pants, he presses himself to you. his stiff cock brushing up your lower back, ‘you want a tip?’ you brace yourself, gripping the edge of the box. he lines himself with your entrance, gently pushing the head of his cock inside, you gasp at the slow, painful stretch. ‘you want it?’ he growled, stopping mid-thrust, making you cry out in desperation for him to continue.
‘p-please, i want it haechan’ you stuttered. he smiled wickedly, satisfied by your answer.
without another word, he slammed his cock into you making you cry out in surprise and pleasure mixed with pain. your back arched forward as he stilled inside of you, giving you some time to adjust. you clenched around him, pushing back now to get any type of friction. he grabs your hips to keep you from moving, bringing his hips back and harshly snapping them forward into you, making you lunge at the boxes supporting you. crying as he beat up your pussy made you see stars, your vision turning white as you tried to continue to focus on the shelf in front of you. the milk was going to expire in two days, ‘fuck’ you whimpered out.
haechan frantically moved his hips back and forth, pounding into your bruised hole at an alarming pace. he had been whispering in your ear, you paid no attention, you couldn’t with the way he was stuffing you full, your brain couldn’t think of anything else but the way his cock slammed in and out of you. the way his hands held you in place, knowing bruises would start forming soon with how tightly he was holding you. ‘i’m gonna come’ you rasped between heavy breaths, the fire in your lower stomach returning. ‘fuck. haechan’ crying out in desperation, you continued gripping onto the boxes holding you up until your knuckles went white. he reached a hand around and played with your clit as he sunk further into you. your legs flexed as you couldn’t stop yourself any further, your orgasm almost making you fall to the ground. the band in the pit of your stomach breaking as you cried out, leaning your head on the coolness of the boxes in front of you. coming down from your high, haechan continued to ferociously pound into you, trying to reach his own high, making you cry out in overstimulation. clenching around his length, he stilled deep inside, coating your cervix with his come. haechan slowed down, trying to catch his breath. he clung onto you, reaching his arms around your waist, holding you against him.
‘i’m sorry for what i said earlier… it’s not true, i-i really like you, i was just upset. you shouldn't have to dress up in order to get more money from those dirtbags’ he cooed, leaving a trail of tender kisses across your shoulder. you winced as he slowly pulled out of you, leaving you craving that feeling more. haechan helped you pull up your pants before he could fix his, turning you around and capturing in his arms once more.
‘its okay haechan, besides, i still won, and we both ended up in the walk-in’ you giggled, watching his worried eyes go bright again, smiling as you lightly joked about the situation.
‘i want to make it up to you’ he smirked, ‘i can use my tip in a different way’
you gave him a funny look, playfully pushing on his chest in order for him to continue, ‘as in, let me use my tips from this week to take you on a date’
you laughed, nodding your head, you walked out of the fridge with him, hand in hand. you stopped before reaching for the exit, ‘what is it?’ haechan asked.
‘i need to leave a note for taeyong that the milk is expiring in two days’ you turned back, walking towards his office.
haechan watched as you scribbled on the manager's note pad, ‘what if we fucked here too?’
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