Officially dub con but off the book I think the consent is pretty explicit, again just tagging it so because it is an intense series
General Warnings for the Series:
Porn with Plot, frat boy!Jeonghan, college student!y/n, best friend!Jeongyeon, soft!dom to hard!dom Jeonghan, mean!Jeonghan (and y/n loves it), submissive!y/n, female!y/n (sorry gender-neutral friends), heavy degradation, light masochist!y/n, sadist!Jeonghan, mild pain kink, vaginal fingering, cunnulingus, creampie, spitting, slapping, spitting, mentions of safe words but theyâre never used, big dick!Jeonghan, blowjob, slight public play, phone sex, y/n has a humiliation kink, mentions of aftercare but I donât write it happening he just says what heâll do
All Works:
Pathetic (M)
âWhen your best friend Jeongyeon drags you to a frat party, you arenât expecting much. Certainly not to be fucked dumb by notorious man whore Yoon Jeonghan, but hey, what happens at a frat party, stays at a frat party."
The Art of Humiliation (M)
âYou go back to another Alpha Mu party in the hopes of maybe seeing Jeonghan again...â
Not a Friend (M)
âYou think maybe sleeping with Jeonghan twice was a fluke- despite your last conversation with him, but when Jeongyeon mentions that he asked about you... You start thinking that maybe your relationship was more than you had originally thought it to be.â
Desired Intentions (M)
"Ironically enough after Jeonghan tells you that you canât come over the next day you canât stop thinking about him and it leads you to do to things that you wouldnât normally do. But then again Jeonghan always ends up getting you to do things that you wouldnât normally do without a second thought."
Love the Way You Lie (M)
"After finding out that Jeonghan has been lying y/n is thrown into a state of emotional turmoil. All the while, Jeonghan's actions leave her more and more confused by the day."
Attention (M)
"Everyone keeps acting like you aren't over Jeonghan, and you are determined to convince everyone that you are."
One Call Away (M)
"After Jeonghanâs confession, y/n struggles to figure out how she feels."
Something He Likes (M)
"Jeonghan and y/n are finally together. But what does being together mean for them?"
Bonus Pathetic Content:
Switching it Up (M)
"Y/n decides that she wants to try domming Jeonghan."
Officially dub con but off the book I think the consent is pretty explicit, again just tagging it so because it is an intense series
General Warnings for the Series:
Porn with Plot, frat boy!Jeonghan, college student!y/n, best friend!Jeongyeon, soft!dom to hard!dom Jeonghan, mean!Jeonghan (and y/n loves it), submissive!y/n, female!y/n (sorry gender-neutral friends), heavy degradation, light masochist!y/n, sadist!Jeonghan, mild pain kink, vaginal fingering, cunnulingus, creampie, spitting, slapping, spitting, mentions of safe words but theyâre never used, big dick!Jeonghan, blowjob, slight public play, phone sex, y/n has a humiliation kink, mentions of aftercare but I donât write it happening he just says what heâll do
Works:
Pathetic (M)
âWhen your best friend Jeongyeon drags you to a frat party, you arenât expecting much. Certainly not to be fucked dumb by notorious man whore Yoon Jeonghan, but hey, what happens at a frat party, stays at a frat party."
The Art of Humiliation (M)
âYou go back to another Alpha Mu party in the hopes of maybe seeing Jeonghan again...â
Not a Friend (M)
âYou think maybe sleeping with Jeonghan twice was a fluke- despite your last conversation with him, but when Jeongyeon mentions that he asked about you... You start thinking that maybe your relationship was more than you had originally thought it to be.â
Desired Intentions (M)
"Ironically enough after Jeonghan tells you that you canât come over the next day you canât stop thinking about him and it leads you to do to things that you wouldnât normally do. But then again Jeonghan always ends up getting you to do things that you wouldnât normally do without a second thought."
Love the Way You Lie (M)
"After finding out that Jeonghan has been lying y/n is thrown into a state of emotional turmoil. All the while, Jeonghan's actions leave her more and more confused by the day."
Attention (M)
"Everyone keeps acting like you aren't over Jeonghan, and you are determined to convince everyone that you are."
Officially dub con but off the book I think the consent is pretty explicit, again just tagging it so because it is an intense series
General Warnings for the Series:
Porn with Plot, frat boy!Jeonghan, college student!y/n, best friend!Jeongyeon, soft!dom to hard!dom Jeonghan, mean!Jeonghan (and y/n loves it), submissive!y/n, female!y/n (sorry gender-neutral friends), heavy degradation, light masochist!y/n, sadist!Jeonghan, mild pain kink, vaginal fingering, cunnulingus, creampie, spitting, slapping, spitting, mentions of safe words but theyâre never used, big dick!Jeonghan, blowjob, slight public play, phone sex, y/n has a humiliation kink, mentions of aftercare but I donât write it happening he just says what heâll do
Works:
Pathetic (M)
âWhen your best friend Jeongyeon drags you to a frat party, you arenât expecting much. Certainly not to be fucked dumb by notorious man whore Yoon Jeonghan, but hey, what happens at a frat party, stays at a frat party."
The Art of Humiliation (M)
âYou go back to another Alpha Mu party in the hopes of maybe seeing Jeonghan again...â
Not a Friend (M)
âYou think maybe sleeping with Jeonghan twice was a fluke- despite your last conversation with him, but when Jeongyeon mentions that he asked about you... You start thinking that maybe your relationship was more than you had originally thought it to be.â
Desired Intentions (M)
"Ironically enough after Jeonghan tells you that you canât come over the next day you canât stop thinking about him and it leads you to do to things that you wouldnât normally do. But then again Jeonghan always ends up getting you to do things that you wouldnât normally do without a second thought."
Love the Way You Lie (M)
"After finding out that Jeonghan has been lying y/n is thrown into a state of emotional turmoil. All the while, Jeonghan's actions leave her more and more confused by the day."
despite the noise polluting the air around them, all jeonghan could do is stare at her. he would do it all day if he could. he was always mesmerized by the way the sun shone down on her at any given moment, highlighting the hidden colors in her hair and her deep eyes. glints of that made his heart flutter, and sometimes he was worried someone else would be able to hear the loud puttering in his chest; it was loud and clear to him. she turned and glanced back at him for a moment, and he immediately adverted his gaze like a child trying to cover up something they had broken. he didn't want her to see his eyes when he was staring at her. he knew she would be able to see how enamored he really is, and that would make everything come crashing down. even if she does reciprocate what he feels, the timing wasn't right for them; it hadn't been right for them for the past two years. but this worse; they were both moving forward in their lives, but those paths weren't intertwined like they had been before. she wasn't coming with him and he wasn't staying with her; the ending was so close he could almost reach out and touch it. that's why he can't risk it, even if it only lasts a month. he couldn't break her heart, and if this is as close as he could get to that life with her, intentional lingering touches and kisses they never spoke about, then he would take it.
jeonghan knew that even if he could go back in time and change his every decision, it was inevitable that they would fall in love. it had to be, and he hopes that the red string of fate keeps them intertwined even when they are miles apart. it's an old myth, but he carries it in his heart and hopes that the other end of his string is tethered to hers so that one day he gets another chance. he wants it to bring them back together so that he can say every loving thought he's ever had for her when the timing is right. but for now he gives her all the love that he can in their limited time. for now, jeonghan swallows his heart until it drops in the pit of his stomach and bites his tongue when he looks at her as he is right now in this moment. he takes this time to memorize every detail of her face. especially the way that she looks at him.
she doesn't have the same tactic as jeonghan, or at least hers isn't as good as his. she always was so bad at games that involved lying and deceit. every emotion and thought she had would flash in hey eyes, even though she always claimed to have a better poker face than him. maybe he was just that good at reading her. he detested the way she looked at him. he could see every fleck of love and adoration in her eyes. he could see the way her eyes only ever saw him, it was almost identical to watching people fall in love in a romcom. it made it that much harder for him to keep his mouth shut and not let all his declarations of love bust out of his lungs. he knows that the right day will come.
he looked back at her as soon as she turned away, but she took him surprise and looked back him one more time for that night. his eyes met hers, and he felt that invisible red string tug on his heart just the tiniest bit.
the car ride was full of comfortable silence, aside from the music lightly playing over the car speakers and the sound of the busy highway outside of their own four doors. being so close yet so far away from him made her feel nostalgic of all the moments they shared together. it felt like they were emotionally intertwined; like they found so much safety in each other and they both knew it. but the fear of showing their cards to one another kept them just as separated at the center console of the car did in that moment. she knew later that night she would replay the event of the day in her head over and over; cherishing every moment. they had spent the day together, just as they shared the bed the night before as well. everything about it felt sincere and loving; when he gently grasped her neck as he placed his lips on hers; the feeling of her hand in his when he peppered light kisses along her jaw; and when he laid there, just holding her as close as he possibly could to her chest like she could get up and leave at any moment. those were the moments she loved most. those were only moments where she was truly his.
despite all the dinners and the random trips to new stores they hadn't been to and the casual nights in one another's company, she only had him in the capacity that she wanted in small doses. neither of them would ever talk about the nights between them, worried to disrupt the bubble they have blown around themselves in fear that the other did not reciprocate on that higher level of affection. eventually it will slip from her fingers, and she knows that will be just as much her fault as it is his because she is too afraid to say how she feels. but if she is misinterpreting things and comes clean of her crime, everything will change. everything will come crashing down right before her eyes and she will lose the small bits of him that she already has. how could she risk it? no more gentle touches, late nights, dinner dates; she would have nothing. and she would rather risk never knowing than to, know and be left behind yet again.
she knows what she needs to already. he tells her he loves her every day without so much as one word passing his lips. he tells her he loves her when he looks at her, and the way he cooks her dinner when she stays the night. it's in the excited way he talks to her about his hobbies and when he carries her groceries from the car and up to her second story apartment for her without even asking. he tells her he loves her when he holds her hand when they lay together in silence, neither of them wanting to address the love they feel for each other.
or the lack thereof.
there's no way to romanticize it, and she doesn't want to because no matter how she angles it, the hurt is still there when he leaves and all she receives is a gentle hug and a quiet goodbye, holding her heart in his hands as he walks out the door once again.
she glances over at him, his gaze focused on the road and a light hum rising from his chest as he sings along with the current song from his playlist. he catches her staring and gives a light smile. if these silent declarations of love are all she will get, then that is what she will be happy with.
Officially dub con but off the book I think the consent is pretty explicit, again just tagging it so because it is an intense series
General Warnings for the Series:
Porn with Plot, frat boy!Jeonghan, college student!y/n, best friend!Jeongyeon, soft!dom to hard!dom Jeonghan, mean!Jeonghan (and y/n loves it), submissive!y/n, female!y/n (sorry gender-neutral friends), heavy degradation, light masochist!y/n, sadist!Jeonghan, mild pain kink, vaginal fingering, cunnulingus, creampie, spitting, slapping, spitting, mentions of safe words but theyâre never used, big dick!Jeonghan, blowjob, slight public play, phone sex, y/n has a humiliation kink, mentions of aftercare but I donât write it happening he just says what heâll do
Works:
Pathetic (M)
âWhen your best friend Jeongyeon drags you to a frat party, you arenât expecting much. Certainly not to be fucked dumb by notorious man whore Yoon Jeonghan, but hey, what happens at a frat party, stays at a frat party."
The Art of Humiliation (M)
âYou go back to another Alpha Mu party in the hopes of maybe seeing Jeonghan again...â
Not a Friend (M)
âYou think maybe sleeping with Jeonghan twice was a fluke- despite your last conversation with him, but when Jeongyeon mentions that he asked about you... You start thinking that maybe your relationship was more than you had originally thought it to be.â
Desired Intentions (M)
"Ironically enough after Jeonghan tells you that you canât come over the next day you canât stop thinking about him and it leads you to do to things that you wouldnât normally do. But then again Jeonghan always ends up getting you to do things that you wouldnât normally do without a second thought."
each person on this earth is unique, much like their fingerprints. the fact is that no two finger prints are the same. no two snowflakes are the same. these things cannot be replicated, and neither can love. that's the saddest one, that a person will never find a love that felt like one they had before. that love they once had will always be specific and unique to that person, and the influence the other had on them and what they felt. the words might be the same, but the delivery and feeling can't be.
she thought about this often. does he compliment her using recycled words? does he look at her with the same sparkle in his eyes? how does it settle in his heart when she tells him that she loves him? joshua was the greatest love she had known. he picked her from the field of flowers, and showed her what it was like to be loved so wholesomely, so completely. she hadn't known what it was like to be embraced as herself; without judgement and a tenderness she had never known; she loved him. her love for him was fearless and bright like a new star born in the night sky. the way he made her feel was indescribable, and she never wanted it to end. until it did.
it was abrupt. she still doesn't know what was going through his head, even though they had talked it through for nearly an hour. all his thoughts fell strategically through his lips but with a recklessness she knew all too well. she knows he was holding his cards tight to his chest, even with her sitting a mere three inches away, willing to understand and let him feel heard. but it never came to pass. the truth is still buried deep within his chest and he wasn't letting it out of the cage of bone marrow that encased his heart. it will stay there; it will corrode and eat away at his psyche until it's too late to tell her every truth his vulnerability holds; every truth it holds about her.
what they had has slipped out of the grasp of both of them.
she knows that he will never feel the same love that she once gave him again; it's unique to her, and the connection that they shared. that can't be found with another person. he can look for her in every corner of another woman, day in and day out but he will never find her or her soul and the regard she held for him again. just like a melted snowflake, it will not be replicated. it's comforting knowing that he'll never find her again.
joshua can say all the same things, same laughs, the same dates and give her the same touches, but she will never be her. he feels that when her hand doesn't fit quiet right in his; when her gaze doesn't give him the same comforting warmth. it breaks his heart in the silence of it all.
people forget you, but you never really forget them do you? and maybe they don't forget you, but they maintain the illusion that they have. it's crippling for both, but the real sadness lies with the person who pretends to forget.
there are days that he basks in the sun, and lets the warmth sink into his skin. for a moment, minghao lets his consciousness wander towards the sadness deep in his chest, and he thinks of her.
he thinks of the days they spent in the sun together, wandering the city the fell in love in. it was frequent past time for them, especially because she had seen so much more of the town's curiosity's and secrets than him. he thought he knew it well, but with her it was a completely new perspective; it was in new colors tinted with her influence. the way she beamed when she showed him things she loved always made his heart swell with adoration. even when minghao's face twisted in repulsion when he tried taro for the first time, all they could do was laugh together. she was the brightest light he knew.
her love was like the sun.
he thinks of the dates they had, sitting on the balcony of her apartment with a cheap blanket spread across the wood because both of them were too lazy to drive to a park. it was one of their favorite past times, listening to the chatter of their neighbors below, and just basking in the sun as it hit their humble abode just right. they sat and talked for hours; catching up on their days with slightly foggy thoughts while he mindlessly drew shapes on her arm as she spoke. she always spoke to him so gently, even when she was upset about something. his favorite was the way she softened her tone and let the adoration linger on every word as she told him she loved him. and he always felt it. her words alone could reduce him to nothing and he cherished them all the same because though they made him vulnerable, it was in a way that comforted him.
but he gave that up.
sometimes he still asks himself why he did that. he doesn't know how to cope with his decision still, so instead he just pretends it didn't happen. he pretends he doesn't know her favorite one liners, her favorite foods or the way her lips felt on his. he pretends that he isn't haunted by the way she cried the night her let her go he pretends he doesn't feel the now ghostly touch that lingers on his skin from the last time her got to hold her that night, or the way her body collapsed as he pulled his hand out of her reach. he pretends he's forgotten her everlasting impression on his heart, or that he ever loved her at all.
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now he sits in the sun, next to someone else, but he feels alone. this new girl was nice. she was pretty and liked going out with him, a lot of their surface interests line up well. but there's a void in between where their affection doesn't connect, at least for him. minghao is scared they will never love as a whole. he does care for her, but her love feels like an imitation of what he wants; what he had. he smiles at her in the sun, but their photos together never look quite right to him. or to her.
a/n: i wrote this because i was sad, maybe i will eventually make it longer? idk but my heart is empty
the glass was cracking. there are fractures all through out the glass box she had locked her heart in as she thought about the look he has in his eyes when he would look at her no matter what was going on around him; a look she would never get to see again, at least not from him, and if he did have that look in his eyes, it wouldn't be for her.
she never knew what love was supposed to feel like until him. she had seen it in movies, read it in books, heard about it from friends and in the lyrics of the most fanciful love songs. none of that could have prepared her for how intoxicating it felt when it was coming from him. it clouded her brain and found herself drunk on every last word that dripped from his lips.
that honey turned into venom one night. she didn't know where it was coming from. it felt like he was holding her heart in his hand and pulling it apart, piece by piece. he was beside himself, repeating how much he loved her over and over. he talked about how grateful he was for her love, and how much he adored her relationship with his family and how she made him feel. but the timing wasn't right for them.
'this is the last time you'll see me, and the last time you'll hear from me'
she couldn't stop thinking about those words. they grasped her throat and left her gasping for air; their very remembrance leaving her suffocated. she still doesn't know why minghao truly left. she didn't understand his reasonings that night, or the next morning. she especially didn't as her tears dropped pathetically on her phone as she stared at the photos of him kissing another woman, not even a week later.
synopsis:Â based on the lyrics to highway to heaven with bad boy!johnnyÂ
a/n: This is a blurb that Iâve been sitting on forever and I just want to post it. Itâs not really done but this is as far as I got and maybe Iâll add to it as time passes or if anyone wants a full fic about it, I just needed to release new content
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He kept one hand loosely on the steering wheel, cruising down the road as if he had born with an engine for a heart and oil pumping through his veins. He found solace in his grandfathers old 1969 Camaro. The exterior had originally been an original red finish, and was now a sleek black, something Johnny had done himself the moment the keys hit the palm of his hand. Inside the vehicle was emaculant, consistently dusted and kept clean of unnecessary clutter and trash. His grandfather would roll in his grave if he took any less care of the car. It was his prized possession, the last thing his grandfather gave him before he passed. He had raised Johnny from the moment his father disappeared over the horizon into a night of stars and regret after Johnny had reached the age of 7, when he was deemed old enough to understand the shell of a man his father had become after his motherâs death.Â
Nights were cold, and the palm of his hands were no longer soft; now calloused and hard, but nonetheless gentle like the bristles of a paint brush on her skin as his hands wrote lines of poems across her skin every night. The other hand not kept on the steering wheel was always tightly grasping hers; his saving grace, his silver lining. Johnny had met her on the eve of his 23rd birthday. A couple of friends had coerced him out into the cool night, claiming that he could spend all of his birthday working on cars but the night needed to be spent right. Except their definition of ârightâ meant copious shots of venom seeping into their veins until they were so far gone that their vision was too bad to see even the moon and her guiding light above them.Â
He had been sitting at that lonely bar, a whiskey, clean had been left untouched at his cold fingertips. She had walked in and took the seat next to him and ordered a drink, not paying any attention to him; Johnny can still remember the way that vodka had tasted that night against her lips, mixed with her cheap chapstick. Her words were foul, complaining of her day waitressing at the piss poor diner that was down the block from his grandfatherâs auto shop. Her words were even more vulgar later that night as she pulled at him in the security of her cheap silk sheets.
pairing: lee donghyuck x reader, mark lee x reader
genre: fluff
prompt: Na Jaemin is throwing the yearly end of the summer party and everyone on the block who knows him will be there. High school is merely a week away and y/n is hoping she can kiss her crush of one year before sheâs finally a freshman.Â
a/n: This is officially my first series! Itâs small and a good start. If it flops thatâs okay, Iâm just excited to finally get this idea out of my head and into words. its of course branched from dreamâs song âmy first and lastâ
other parts:
my first: kiss, date, love
The first boy y/n ever kissed was the summer of her eighth grade year. It was with the out spoken, floppy haired boy from down the block from her house. She didnât plan for it to happen, in fact she had always imagined that her first kiss wold be more romantic. That maybe there would be something like a movie; maybe the cute boy Renjun- whose mother attended the same book club as y/nâs mother at that annoying girl Sooyeonâs house- would ask her if she would like to buy ice cream while the two of them waited for the club to end. And that it would be something along the lines of a cliche, where he would walk with her around the block and lead her back to her home before her father returned from his office job, and her mother came home with not a page read from her book and the smell of wine still evident on her lips. Renjun would stand on the front step of her typical suburban home and place a delicate first kiss among her lips, and then sprint home with the taste of her peach lipgloss on his own lip.
Instead she had her first kiss with Lee Donghyuck, sometimes called Haechan. The boy with two names was never someone she had pictured sharing a kiss with. She even imagined the shy Lee Jeno from the neighborhood over before ever considering Hyuck. He was borderline obnoxious; he was outspoken and his jokes were only funny to himself and his little band of friends; he looked cute but had nothing good to say; he had a charming smile and was definitely not a kiss she grew up regretting. He lived just a few homes down, and as they grew throughout the entirety of elementary school and early middle together, they became close. Haechan began to walk with her to school and back; it became a norm, nothing special but always a 10 minutes that they enjoyed.
It occurred through an inconvenience, on one of the most important days of the year for anyone who  lived in y/nâs neighborhood. Everyone on the street, and then some, was buzzing about the yearly party that Na Jaemin threw just before school would be back in session. This year however, it was more of a big deal since everyone was finally making it into high school. Y/n wasnât even planning to go this year since every party was the same, and she knew her crush Mark Lee wouldn't be there, he said he couldnât come to the parties anymore until âeveryone else was at least going into sophomore year because he didnât want to go to a middle school partyâ. She rolled her eyes at the memory of his words from just last week when he had been hanging out with her and Hyuck at the movies.Â
âY/n please will you come with me to the party,â Donghyuckâs voice broke her train of thought. She threw a pillow at him for the third time that evening.Â
âHyuck, I would love nothing more than to watch you and Jeno see who can eat the most pizza in ten minutes, but donât you think the parties are still too childish?â She scrunched her nose up in remembrance of last year when Jeno almost threw up pepperoni pizza all over Jaeminâs backyard porch.
Donghyuck stuck his tongue out at her. âJust because Mark wonât be there this year doesnât mean you canât come have fun with your best friends.â
Y/n smacked his arm and Donghyuck let out a small groan.Â
âItâs not just because Mark wonât be there. I-Itâs just because-â
âOh come on y/n, we all know how big your crush on Mark is. Iâm surprised he doesnât know, but then again he is kind of an airhead.â
A second pillow came flying from the bed and toward Hyuck once more.Â
âHeâs not an airhead! Heâs very smart... maybe a little obvious, but still cute...â
Hyuck made a pretend puking sound and rolled his eyes. âWhatever, thatâs besides the point! You should come to the party anyways, life isnât going to wait around, and you shouldnât wait around for Mark if he thinks heâs too mature for us even though he still hangs out with us every Friday.â
She sat there and considered it for a moment before finally deciding that Hyuck was right, like he usually was.Â
âFine we can go, but you better not throw up anywhere near me this year.â
Hyuck beamed at her. âAs long as youâll hold my hair for meâ, he responded in a mocking tone
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The Na familyâs home was filled to the brim with every new freshman in the neighborhood, give or take a few extra kids. If the parties from prior years seemed crazy, this year was absolutely insane. High school was a looming topic of excitement from the moment these kids started middle school. The years of their lives where nothing mattered and yet everything you did would either be praised or scrutinized under the watchful gaze of their peers.The party was in full swing, the Mountain Dew being spilled all over the porch just like every year and Hyuck laid with his head in Y/nâs lap after winning the pizza contest against Lee Jeno from up the street.
âOh woe is me and my dear, crippled stomach.â
âHyuck you literally do this every year,â y/n responded, pushing his hair out of his eyes. âYou and Jeno are going to go into a pizza coma one day.â
âAs long as you wait for me on the other side while I dream about pepperoni in my comaâ, Hyuck grinned.Â
She rolled her eyes, tossing yet another one of his flirtatious remarks over her shoulder. It wasnât an unusual thing for them, comments like his just fell from his lips naturally all the time and neither one of them ever bat an eye at it. The two of them sat their peacefully talking about the upcoming week, the first week of their high school careers. The rest of the party was beginning to slow down a bit, now that the pizza was finished off and no one dared to tell Jeno that the low-fi music blasting through the yard speakers was not the mood they were looking for.Â
Mid-conversation, a voice rang out and tore through the center of what they were talking about.
âWhat are you kids up to? Has Donghyuck thrown up yet?â
Y/n recognized the voice instantly and shoved Hyuck off her lap, and he landed in the grass with a hollow thud. He let out a soft grown, but y/n was too preoccupied by looking around for Mark Lee, who she had definitely not planned to see tonight. If she had, she definitely wouldnât be letting Hyuck sweat pepperoni all over her, and she would have worn the cute new blue blouse that her mother had just bought for her rather than her middle school graduation t-shirt and Hyuckâs worn down Adidas hoodie.Â
Mark was standing at the glass door located at the back of Jaeminâs house, there with him stood one of his new friends that he had met during his freshman year through baseball, Wong Yukhei. Yukhei was tall but not at all lanky, he had a strong build, and it was funny to see him and Mark walk down the hall together because of their fair height difference. Mark is always insisting that he hasnât peaked yet; that he still has time to get taller. Yukhei being Markâ sbest friend since the start of his high school career is one reason Y/n is so sure that Mark hasnât outgrown their little group yet, because Yukhei lit up every time he came to hang out, trailing behind Mark. He found the group to be very fun, sharing the same sense of humor and some similar interests.
Mark walked into the middle of the party, throwing out hellos and high fives to everyone in greeting. Y/n was now standing up, Hyuck behind her like a lost puppy, when Mark walked past her and gave her a small smile. She felt a soft burn on her cheeks, and turned away to avoid Markâs notice of her blush. A faux vomiting sound emitted from Huck behind her when he noticed her shy demeanor, followed by a groan after she had flicked him in the centre of his forehead.
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Further into the night, the party had died down a bit and eventually made its way into the welcoming living room of the Na family home. Everyone had always thought they were so lucky to have Jaemin, first for his loyalty and caring personality, second for his large home which was perfect for hosting parties no matter the day or time, and third for the part of his personality that conveniently loved to be the host of every ordeal. The home was a beautiful, and not to forget huge, three story estate. Jaeminâs parentâs bedroom was located on the second floor but in another corner of the home meaning that they were hardly ever bothered by the amount of noise that was expected from any high school party.Â
Mark Lee was sitting in the middle of the couch, Yukhei to his right and Y/n on the left. It was difficult to spend any time with Mark anymore, with him being occupied with travel baseball and hanging out with his older high school buddies. Y/n was going to take the small opportunities she could get , and maybe Mark would see how much more mature she was than the rest of their friends.Â
âWell guys this party is starting to... bore me. I think Iâm going to head out,â Mark spoke up.
Suddenly Sana from the other side of the neighborhood spoke up.
âWait! I thought since weâll be in high school next week... maybe we should play a high school game...â
Hyuck rolled his eyes at her. âOh is a pizza eating contest not a mature enough game for us to play, Sana?â
Her face turned a light red as she used her elbow to jab him in the ribs. Sana was always a very shy girl. Every once in a while she would throw in a comment or suggestion but many of the groups decisions was made without her. She was passive and didnât like to expose much of her own personality. Y/n had guessed that it was because she had one of the biggest crushes on Lee Jeno. He was a sweet boy, and has one of the most precious smiles that y/n had ever seen. He was very easy to get along with and was Jaemin's closest friend out of the whole group. Y/n almost felt bad for Sana because everyone knew the Jeno had been crazy for then same girl since the middle of seventh grade, and still has yet to ask her out, but the guys knew who it was and could only tell y/n that it was definitely not Sana but couldnât say who it was specifically. Yet Sana knows that he doesnât feel the same and still trails beside him at parties like a sad puppy waiting to have the tennis ball thrown for her.Â
âI thought that maybe we could play seven minutes in heaven.. just so we have our first kiss before high school..?â
Sana was making a risky suggestion, and there was a mixed reaction among everyone that had heard what she mumbled. Jenoâs features were calm, but everyone knew that her end goal was to end up in the closet with him and so did he.Â
âSure why not? Unless youâre all too scared...â said Mark, ever the typical teenage boy anymore.
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That was how the ten of them ended up on the floor of the living room, seated in a large circle. There was an empty Diet Coke bottle in the center of everyone that Jaemin found abandoned on on the kitchen counter. Anxiousness was settled over all the kids like a thick blanket, and y/n was sitting cross legged nervously playing with her hands. Hyuck sat next to her, seemingly calm despite the fact that he had also never kissed anyone and wasn't really planning on having his first kiss tonight behind the old wooden door of Jaeminâs familyâs coat closet.Â
Mark clasped his hands together and said,â Okay, itâs simple. Spin the bottle and whoever it points at after the spin will be the lucky person youâll be in the closet with. Weâll go clockwiseâ
Yukhei was the first person to spin, happily landing on Seulgi. The time that was wasted as they waited in the closet was awkward. It was filled with unwanted small talk and tentative glances towards the closet door that was located at the end of the hall, adjacent to the front door of the home. Everyone tried their best to have fun and not think about whether not Yuhkei and Seulgi were actually even doing anything besides talking behind the closed door. Hyuck tried to make the atmosphere more humorous by cracking terrible jokes that made most everyone groan, but specifically made y/n giggle and snort more than she would like to admit.
When they emerged, Seulgi was red in the face and hurried out. She reclaimed her seat next to Sana in a rush, before Yukhei had even shut the closet door. The grin on his face was smug, but not to obnoxious. It was clear that it wasnât his first kiss, especially with a face like that.Â
As time passed there had been as least four more spins, each pair making their way to the closet. There were till only a few more people who needed to spin, and some people even had to go more than once; poor Sana had to kiss two boys and neither of them being Jeno. It was tragically y/nâs turn, and she couldnât keep the light feeling from evading her head space.Â
âOkay Y/n, are you ready to spin the bottle?â Mark said, the small glance and lip bite he made in her direction going unnoticed.
She tentatively put her fingertips on the body of the bottle, the  glass cool against her skin. She closed her eyes and flicked her wrist to send the bottle spinning between the group. When she re-opened them her heart stopped beating to find that the top of the bottle had finished spinning and was now pointing directly at none other than Mark Lee. The tips of his ears were visibly red, and he sent her a small smirk.Â
Suddenly Y/N was behind the heavy wooden door, trying to get rid of the clammy feeling on her hands as she waited for Mark to come in. Her heart was beating right out of her chest, and she turned away from the door attempting to take her mind off of what was to come. Will she be a good kisser? Does Mark even want to kiss her? Will this make her crush on him more evident?
 Soon the heavy door opened with a subtle creak in the door frame, and she felt the slight breeze of the door fan her face. To her surprise, the panicked face in front of her belonged to not Mark, but Hyuck. She was prepared to swat as him when he he raised his arms in self defense.
âHey hey hey! Donât swing at me!â
âDonghyuck you better have a good explanation for this,â she said sternly.
âY/n.... I, uh... I asked Mark if I could trade with him! I couldnât let him be your first kiss!â
She let out a groan, âHyuck why! You know how  I feel about Mark.â
He let at an awkward chuckle and spoke hurriedly, âYeah but weâre best friends! Thatâll make it more special than if something goes wrong with Mark.. you  wonât regret your first kiss with me!â
y/n was quiet now as she listened to Hyuck ramble on, her  eyes fixated on the floor.
âMark... left didnât he? Because Iâm just a freshman,â she asked her best friend. âIsnât thtat right Hyuck? Because Iâm still a child to him.â
It was now Donghyuckâs turn to look  away from her, not wanting to see the disappointment in her eyes.Â
ây/n,â he began, when he was suddenly cut off by the feeling of her soft, delicate lips on his. The kiss was chaste, but enough that he could taste the fruity lipgloss that she was always wasting time applying.Â
When she stepped back she saw how wide his eyes had grown, even in the dimly lit closet. She gave him a small smile.
âThank you, Donghyuck,â she whispered. âWalk me home?â
Hyuck was still processing the fact that he had also just received his first kiss as y/n took him by the hand and opened the closet door. The pair walked through the  open foyer that would allow them to avoid the living room that the game had taken place and took them directly to the front door where they  collected their belongings.Â
The night ended just like any other night, playful bickering and a promise of walking together for the first of their freshman year.After y/n had said her good night to Hyuck he couldnât help but allow his fingertips ghost over the spot on his arms that her hand had held onto during the walk home, warmth still blooming where her delicate fingers had been. He walked home with a goofy smile plastered on his face, content that his first kiss was shared with the first girl heâs ever loved.
me? letting an entire fic play out in my head from beginning to end and not writing a single thing down, thus forever sealing it in my brain as a self-indulgent relic that will never see the light of day??Â
itâs exactly as likely as you think
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