Suggestive Themes. Making Out. Grinding. Swearing.
A/N: Long time no see! I know most of you are used to my sporadic posting but Iâm sorry all the same, I hate to keep you guys waiting for too long.Â
I hope everyone is healthy and happy, all things considered.
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âHave you kissed anyone?â
You pulled your eyes away from the laptop screen to stare at your best friend. Jeongin and the boys were gifted a rare night off and while the rest of them broke off in groups and went out, Jeongin decided to invite you over for a movie night.
The two of you stared at each other for a moment before you realized that Jeongin was in fact not fucking with you and was expecting an answer.
âUh⊠yeah. Yeah, I have.â
Jeongin pulled his eyes away from yours, opting to stare at his hands laying in his lap.
You paused the movie and shifted your body so you could look at your best friend straight-on.
âJeongin? Whatâs wrong?â
âItâs kind of stupid, really,â Jeongin warned you. âItâs just⊠Iâm literally twenty-one years old and Iâve never⊠Iâve never kissed anyone before. Iâve been a legal adult for over a year and still havenât had this happen.â
âJeongin, a first kiss is just like any other experience and people have that experience at different times in their life. Thereâs no right or wrong, too soon or too late.â
âEasy for you to say,â Jeongin muttered.
âBesides,â you chose to ignore his comment, âyouâve spent a huge chunk of your life working! I doubt you had any free time as a trainee to go around kissing people and you havenât technically been allowed to date anyone for the past three years.â
Your best friend didnât look convinced, though, and you racked your brain for a way to cheer him up.
Oh. That might work.
âDo you want to do it right now?â
Jeongin stared at you, eyebrows furrowed.
âDo you want to kiss me?â You clarified.
âYouâd be okay with that?â
âItâs just a kiss, I trust you. And this way we can like⊠help each other? If one of us is bad or something then the other can let them know, no judgment."
âYou think Iâd be a bad kisser?â
âWhat? No. I just meant⊠do you want to kiss me or not?â
You stared at each other again for a moment before Jeongin nodded his head, his hair moving against the couch cushion behind him.
Sitting up on your knees, you leaned closer to him until you could press your lips against his, feeling the pressure be returned almost instantly. You kissed him again, your mouth opening slightly to bring his top lip between yours.Â
You pulled away from Jeongin and were about to ask him how it was when you felt his lips against yours for a third time, a fourth, a fifth.Â
His hands came up to cradle your face as your lips moved against each otherâs. You put your hands on his shoulders, toying with the neckline of his t-shirt as you rose up on your knees to get a better angle.Â
You slipped your tongue into his mouth on the next kiss and Jeongin actually groaned underneath you. He mirrored your actions, bringing the kiss even further, and brought his arms down to hold onto your waist.
Frustrated with the lack of skin of his you could reach, you broke the kiss and swung your leg over his lap to straddle him. Jeongin barely had a moment to breathe before you were back to kissing him. Your fingers played with the hair at the nape of his neck, giving it little tugs to see if that would get more noises out of the boy underneath you. His hands were on your hips now with a grip that would leave marks if he kept it up.
Desperate for some friction, you rolled your hips down into his. Jeongin gasped and threw his head back against the cushion as you kissed a messy line down the column of his throat. He brought his hips up to yours next, using his hold on your hips to guide you where he needed.Â
The hardness beneath you sent shots of electricity through your body and you chased that feeling with every roll of your hips. The two of you quickly built up a rhythm, getting lost in how good your bodies felt against one another.
Jeonginâs fingers slipped under the hem of your shirt, tracing shapes on your bare skin. He grabbed each side of your waist and flipped the two of you over so your back was against the soft couch. He slotted himself between your hips without breaking the kiss, your hands coming up around his back to feel the muscles there.
Jeongin pulled away but stayed close, you could feel his breath against your lips when he spoke.
âIs this okay?â
You smiled up at him in answer before bringing your mouth up to his, biting his lip slightly as you pulled back to dive in for another kiss.
genre |Â angst, very little fluff, platonic bonding (strangers to friends au), hurt/comfort au
synopsis | the twilight train runs between the time interval of life and death. it is the train that brings people back to life just enough to be saved. as a helper of the train, you have one dutyâhelp the patients in need and send them back to earth. a problem arises when a man comes by and asks you to allow the end of his life.
word count | 14.1k+
warning | suicide, death, blood, injuries, murder, anxiety attack, one scene of faint violence, mentions of the mafia, one mention to sex
note |Â my last piece of writing for 2020, also a very expressing piece for me. it has been a cathartic conversation, death. may we meet again someday in words and fiction.
The time interval between life and death was merely one station to anotherâof all the things this godforsaken train has taught you, this was the most memorable one.Â
The Twilight Train came to you under uncommon circumstances, a circumstance you never wanted to think about ever again and therefore, have long repressed the memory to the back of your head. It was a magical train, a miracle train, a never-ending train; with its miracle workers and an aloof conductor who were all just trying to finish their recycling, traumatic job. It was never spoken of anywhere; never in biblical contexts, never in folklores, never in childrenâs stories or adult rumors.Â
summary: living with four guys isnât what most would expect. it isn't some real-life adult fantasy where every guy gets to fuck the girl at the same time AND one by one on their own. it just isn't. right? RIGHT?
members: enhypen hyung line
rating: r19 (explicit smut content)
a/n: a collated masterlist for all parts of take it! i hope you enjoy, loves <3 (the first masterlist was flagged hhhh)
[in chronological order, mostly]
take it (original fivesome)
take it again (jay)
take it off (sunghoon)
take it higher (jake)
take it better (jakehoon + mild heeseung)
take it easy (heeseung + fluffy ot5)
bonus!
took you long enough (bonus chapter, jakehoon, mxm)
âThe Duke of Hastings can show you much more than what you write of.â
oneshot | bridgerton! au | f2l! au | 32.3k words
s u m m a r y >> wishing to be a successful writer in the regency period seemed next to impossible for the sole daughter of a dead earl. with arising pressures from your mother to tie the knot, you turn to your dearest friend, hwang hyunjin, duke of hastings and the most eligible, scandalous bachelor of the season, for assistance. when he suggests the insane of idea of marrying each other to help each other, you agree to the proposal, unaware of how much the duke can teach you of the wonders of matrimony.
w a r n i n g s >> noble! reader, duke! hyunjin, hyunjin is a fucking rake, reader is a fucking nerd, also really really innocent, hyunjin is sosososo hot, a lot of teasing, foul language too, endearments, sexual tension, kissing, making out, corruption kink!!!!! corruption! fucking! kink! oral (f. receiving) fingering, unprotected sex (stay safe hoemies!!) orgasming on multiple occasions, there is fluff i promise, yes there is angst, also seungmin cameo of him being a drunk fool, and slight references to regency poets and writers here and there
p l a y l i s t >> here!
t a g l i s t >> @fivefootfuryanon @h0eforhyunjin16 @seoulicitae @linoscult @aliceu @hwangi @shipsaremything98 @babyyynatty @kabira @danyxthirstae01 @sunseokkies @lunefilm @severetimetravelnerd @minaamhh @starryâkoo @ninjaleeknow @hyunjeonnies @inlovewithasa @titleisyettobemadeâ @maedesculpaeusoubi @fleeingreality @healinghyunjinââ
a u t h o r â s n o t e >> help i am back from the dead to finally give you bridgerton! hyunjin!! big apologies for taking so long, and i hope you enjoy this whopper :â) thank you for the constant support, and hope you wonât miss me too much while iâm gone ;)
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YOU TURNED THE PAGE OF YOUR BOOK AS YOUR MOTHER REPEATED THE RULES FOR THE TWENTIETH TIME THAT EVENING.
join me in the sky (where we can sparkle with the stars)
pairing: Park Sunghoon + gn!reader
genre: fluff, some angst, enemies-to-lovers, royalty!au, arranged marriage!au
warnings: swearing, reader wears a dress in some scenes
summary: as the heir to your kingdomâs crown, you were expected to marry someone who could live up to the job. when your protective parents take matchmaking into their own hands and set you up to marry a boy you havenât seen since childhood, a boy who is notorious for his handsome face and even meaner personality, itâs up to you to break down the walls shielding Prince Sunghoonâs heart.
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You were starting to fidget; your fingers pulled at the gems sewn into your gown and clutched the armrests of your seat. You wouldâve been picking at your nails if you didnât think your mother would notice on sight.
You woke up this morning to the feeling of sunshine on your skin, a soft breeze coming in through your window, a smile on your face. Believing that today would be a good one, you had practically bounced out of your bed over to your vanity table to start getting ready. Thatâs when you saw the sealed envelope, laid delicately in front of your mirror as if the messenger knew you would never miss it this way, and everything went to shit.
Breaking the red seal that bore the kingâs crest, you handled the envelope with trembling hands as your eyes tore through the neat handwriting.
You dropped the parchment back onto the table in front of you, freeing your hands so you could hold your head in them.
â° summary: jay park is a rich kid. itâs safe to say he has everything every broke college student on his campus could dream of and more. but the one thing he doesnât have, which money definitely canât buy, is a girlfriend. and his friends wonât see of it. literally.
so what happens when his friends bet him to date someone for more than three months? what happens when jay decides that fake-dating someone would be easier than actual dating (because god forbid Jayâthe campusâ notoriously known fuckboyâdecides to commit to something once in his life)?
and what happens when that someone is you, his childhood best friend he hasnât spoken to in years..who has absolutely no interest in being in his life anymore?
â° warnings: cursing, nothing suggestive but jay's a fuckboy so slightly suggestive themes, mentions of parental neglect/leaving, it's hella long (and i thought my last fic was long)
â° wc: 14.7k (how did i get it this long oh lord)
Jay Park has enough to buy every textbook he needs for his courses without having to look up the free versions online. Jay Park has enough to bribe his professors to let him pass every class with a perfect 4.0 GPA (but because the boy has morals, he doesn't). Jay Park has enough to afford a car to drive to his furthest class from his dorm building instead of walk or bike like every other college student, meaning he also has enough to afford a parking spot on campus (those things aren't cheap!).
Jay Park walks around your school's campus like he owns the place (and considering the amount of money his family has donated to the school, he practically does), looking like he just walked out of your local coffee shop's newest fashion magazine. His blonde hair is never seen untouched, his attire usually consisting of an undoubtedly high-end all-black fit, accessorized with multiple earrings and rings that probably cost more than all the overpriced textbooks you had to rent out this semester. It's safe to say that everyone knows Jay Park.
Bottom line is, Jay Park has everything.
Well, his friends beg to differ.
In their eyes, Jay Park has everything but a simple factor in the equation of love (or whatever love is to the minds of a couple of 19 year olds): commitment.
So yes, it's safe to say that everyone knows Jay Park. Because everyone knows he's the campus' rich fuckboy. (What's a college fanfic campus without one anyways?)
Jay doesn't go unreminded of this by his friends, to the boy's annoyance.
Jay is aware of this on a Sunday afternoon, in his dorm building's first floor lounge, where he and his said friends are having a study session.
They're doing anything but studying.
In fact, no one has any books out or anything. Not a single laptop in site.
"You don't think it's the slightly bit concerning?" Jake's words are muffled as he continues munching on the fried chicken that he spent majority of this study session debating if he should have it delivered through UberEats or not.
"I really don't, no," Jay shrugs as he continues mindlessly scrolling through his Instagram feed. They're having the same argument conversation that they've revisited multiple times over the course of their friendship, one that Jay has been lectured on too many times for his own good. He thinks his friends could become his new parents if they really tried.
"Look at it this way, okay. You're about to graduate college in a couple of years, into the big world. Like the actual, adult world. And that means you'll have to settle down. Which you can't do when you. have. no. commitment!" Jake punctuates each word with a single clap of his hands, desperate to get his point across.
Jay simply rolls his eyes. He looks over to Sunghoon, who's minding his own business, not bothered by the same topic he's heard over and over again. His eyes tell Jay you're on your own, in response to his blonde-haired friend's look of despair.
Jay thinks that maybe he should get new friends. Yes, that's the only solution here.
"My love life," Jay reaches across the table for a drumstick from the greasy tub seated in Jake's lap until Jake swats his hand away, "is none of your business. Also, ouch."
"Uh, it kinda is. Because of you and your reputation around campus, it kinda affects us, your best friends. How do you think we look, hanging out with the guy who's known to ghost every girl in existence after one night with them? No offense to you," Jake deadpans to him. Jay mentally reconsiders the term best friends.
Tough love. Jay tells himself it's tough love.
"Yes, because every girl totally hates Jake Sim, the teacher assistant of a physics class who volunteers at the pet shelter every Sunday and brings their pet golden retriever to campus every two weeks," Jay rolls his eyes at his Australian friend.
Jake sighs. "Okay, then I'm coming from a place of worry for you."
Jay groans. "Again, none of your business!" This doesn't stop Jake. He comes from good intentions, really, but Jay wants nothing more than to stuff the kid's mouth with some of that chicken to shut him up.
"What are you gonna do if one day you meet someone you like, genuinely like, and you screw yourself over because you've never been in an actual relationship before? A real, committed one. Like one that lasts at least three months."
"You don't think I can last three months in a relationship?" Jay questions the boy currently taunting him.
"Honestly? No. What's the longest relationship you've been in?" Jake cocks an eyebrow at his friend across from him.
One month and two weeks. But Jay's smart enough to not say that out loud.
"I can so last over three months," Jay mutters more to himself than Jake.
Jake laughs at that, pausing to take another bite of the drumstick in his hand. "Jay, I am willing to actually bet you. Bet that you wouldn't be able to." He leans back on the couch, the ball now in Jay's court.
Jay freezes, looking up from his phone, narrowing his eyes at Jake.
"Forget it, Jake. He's not gonna agree even if you offered him money," Sunghoon finally perches from beside him. Well he's not wrong. It's not like Jay is exactly in need of more money, per say.
"What kind of bet are we talking here?"
Sunghoon's right. Jay doesn't need the money, but he does hate being wrong. Even if it's over something as stupid as this matter.
Caught off guard by the blonde's answer, Jake blinks blankly at him and takes a second to think.
"Hmm..what about...what about if you can date someone for at least three months, and I mean an actual, committed relationship, then I'll do all of your physics homework next semester."
Jay's eyes sparkle at that. If there's anything he despises more than commitment, it's physics.
"And if I win, you have to buy all of my textbooks," Jake sits back from the edge of his seat with a smirk lying on his face.
Jay pauses to think about it. I mean, what does he have to lose? A couple hundred dollars over college textbooks? No. Because he just simply won't lose.
And maybe he'll learn what it'll be like to actually be in a committed relationship for once. Maybe he'll finally learn what it's like to actually devote yourself to someone, open up to them. He shivers at the thought. Never mind. He'll warm up to it. Baby steps.
Nonetheless, what could go wrong? Even if he does lose, at least his money would be going somewhere productiveââtowards his friend's education. Jay was probably gonna use that money on something useless like a blanket that resembles a tortilla (a burrito blanket, he calls it)ââsomething he doesn't necessarily need, but must have, he would argue.
"Fine. Whatever, okay. Deal," he grabs Jake's extended hand in front of him and shakes on it.
Jake's impressively smiling at the boy as Sunghoon lets out a sigh, in disbelief with the two guys he calls his best friends.
Jay concludes that this will be easier than his Introduction to Photography 101 course he took his freshman year. How hard is it to find someone to date the Jay Park? Surely, everyone will be lining up once Jay switches his FaceBook relationship status from "it's complicated" to "single".
Turns out, it's not as easy as his class where all Jay had to do was take pictures of a pretty sunset, slap a VSCO filter on, and call it a day.
He comes to this realization on a Wednesday evening, as he's seated at one of the many study tables lined in the middle of the campus' library, staring down at his phone's dry iMessage app, with his laptop and blank sheets of scratch paper scrambled across the entire table, as an attempt to look half as studious as the other students studying in the facility.
Turns out, being known as the campus' fuckboy who ghosts every girl on campus isn't a good thing when it comes to wanting to find a real relationship.
He comes to this realization after failing to receive a single text back to the many ones he sent out throughout the first half of his day. The ghoster gets ghosted. Oh how the turn tables.
Jay groans dramatically as he tosses his phone on the hard surface of the table, earning himself a harsh shush from the librarian filing books in the aisle beside him.
He sheepishly smiles back as an apology, directing his attention back to his open laptop screen, where his untouched calculus homework stares back at himââhis mind preoccupied with the looming threat of Jake's bet. Not that it was threatening in any way, per say, but Jay just hates losing. And from the looks of things, it's safe to say that Jay won't be celebrating any victories anytime soon.
Jay thinks he should just change his identity and just transfer to some boarding school in Switzerland. Yes, that's a much better solution than admitting defeat to Jake.
Jay sighs as he lies his head on the table, figuring he might as well just write the check for Jake's textbooks now. He wonders how he got here in the first place. Not how he got into the bet, and definitely not how he's sitting in the middle of the library, having yet to start his calculus homework due at 11:59PM tonight (he should really start that).
But no, he wonders how he gained the reputation as the campus' playboy. To be fair, his friends (mainly Jake), are constantly reminding him of his notorious habits. But how did they come a habit in the first place?
The idea of being in a relationship is nice, sure, but the commitment that comes with it? The idea of being dependent on someone? It's scary, vulnerable, and one that Jay can't picture for himself.
Maybe some people just aren't meant to be paired. Maybe some people, like Jay, like being independent and are meant to stay that way.
But Jay also likes affection. He likes the fleeting, warm feeling he gets every time he finds himself under someone's sheets. He likes the short-lived comfort he receives from someone else's touch, even though he knows it's going to cease to exist the second he steps out of those bedroom's doors. He just likes affection, simple as that.
That and he's a 19 year old teenage boy with needs, what did you expect?
And so what if he likes the idea of affection minus commitment? Is that so bad? Apparently it is, to people like his friends and the entirety of his school's campus, at least.
At this rate, he might as well pay someone to date him.
Wait. Jay lifts his head off the table's surface in realization.
He might as well pay someone to date him.
There's no harm in that, is there?
He wouldn't have to endure through an endless amount of dates to find someone he clicks with, then continue going on dates with said clicked person, all while trying to develop an actual, serious relationship.
He'll win the bet, get his physics homework done for an entire semester, and some lucky girl out there will be making profit for the small price of hanging out with Jay Park for three months.
And lucky for him, Jay knows the perfect candidate for this scheme.
Simple as that.
Just as long as said perfect candidate says yes.
And as long as Jake and Sunghoon don't find out. Or else Jay might really have to move to Switzerland after all.
You love your friends, you do.
Hana and Heeseung have been there for you when others haven'tââthey were by your side when you knew no one entering high school, and they were still by your side when you were all graduating said high school. Needless to say, you're eternally grateful for friends like them.
But right now, in this momentââwith you seated in the middle of the campus' library, trying to write your essay, as your two friends blabber on and on about the most recent gossip across from youââyour two friends could be your villain origin story.
But again, you love your friends, you do. So you don't have the heart to tell them to leave. You've managed to naturally tune out most of the conversation, anyways, for thisââyour friends coming to hang out while you're trying to studyââis no rare occurrence by any means.
"Oh yeah, Jay Park texted me last night."
You hate how your brain's filter suddenly turns off at Hana's words.
You hate how your ears catch the sudden mention of Jay Park's name.
You hate how the thought of Jay Park gets to even occupy a single brain cell of yours.
You hate how you even know who Jay Park is. Well, knew.
Past tense. Because up until eighth gradeââwhen Jay decided to just suddenly pretend you didn't existââhe was attached to you like a koala to a eucalyptus tree.
And if you had asked past Y/N, ideally, Jay would've never left your side. Ideally, he would've never left you to fend for yourself when entering high school. Ideally, he would've stayed your best friend through out all four years of high school and ideally, you would've eventually told him how you really felt about him after growing up with him all your life. And maybe it would've lead to a completely different story. But for the sake of this fic, we don't live in an ideal world.
So yes, if it wasn't for his attendance at the very same university as you, you would've forgotten about the boy who brought you the painful memories of your childhood.
And since the universe clearly doesn't work in your favor, avoiding Jay Park's existence like he's the plague would have to suffice. And it works.
For the most part.
Until some people, bring him up uninvited into your conversation. Like now, for example.
"When was the last time you guys talked anyways?" Heeseung mindlessly asks as he reaches across the table to grab one of the many snacks you usually bring to your study sessions.
"Uh..like a few weeks ago. Give or take. Whenever you threw your house party. Can't say there was much talking involved however," she teasingly says with a giggle and wiggle of her brows.
Heeseung's rolling his eyes as you scoff and chuck a nearby crumpled piece of paper that was once one of your many essay drafts at her.
She bats it away right as it's about to hit her face as she laughs. "Doesn't matter anyways. He ghosted me the next morning, as he does with everyone else. Telling you this now," she extends a finger right at you, "stay away from Jay Park. That kid's just bad news."
You nod in response, mentally telling her she has nothing to worry about.
Been there, done that.
College. Ah yes, the very concept of spending four years of your life imprisoned on a campus where you'll be tearing your hair out from stress and spending all your life's savings just for a laminated sheet of paper with a golden stamp at the end of it all. We live in a society.
Because of said college, and all the weight that comes along with it, you had adapted a strict daily schedule in order to not completely lose your mind. It's a simple schedule really, one of a typical college student who's just trying to get by everyday with as little mental breakdowns as possible.
Wake up, get ready, go to class, go to the library to do your homework, walk all the way across campus to get back to your dorm, shower, then sleep. Oh and eat, of course. And maybe if time permits, be an actual social being and socialize.
It's gotten you this far into the college life without dropping out so, you conclude, you must be doing something right.
Sometimes, if you're feeling nice to yourself, you'll tweak the schedule a bit to fit in some exceptions. Maybe squeeze in a little trip to the bubble tea shop that's on the other side of campus, or maybe get dinner at that one dining hall that you don't usually go to because of the unncessarily long lines (but because they serve ice cream, you go anyways). It doesn't matter what the exception is, you still plan it out to fit into your schedule somehow. Everything is planned out.
Sometimes, however, the universe disagrees with your schedule, to your demise. Such as today, for example.
Because what you didn't expect for today was for a particular blonde-haired boy who you haven't spoken to in almost six years (but who's counting?) to approach your table in the libraryââa table you were sure no one could find you at, as it was quietly tucked away in the back corner, right next to the Astrophysics shelves. Because who browses the Astrophysics aisle for fun? Actually, maybe Jake Sim would. Anyways.
You definitely didn't anticipate a visit from the boy you've been actively avoiding, so you definitely didn't expect the first words coming out of his mouth when he sees you for the first time in six years to be:
"Fake date me."
You blink up at him.
Yeah, definitely not expected.
But you only let it phase you for a split second, until you feel a slight annoyance beginning to bubble up deep inside of you.
"Wow, hello to you too Jay! It's been whatââhalf a decade? Yeah I've been pretty good, thanks for asking!" The sarcasm is practically dripping off your tongue.
You don't know what runs through Jay's mind, but apparently it isn't common senseââor the ability to read the room. Because next thing you know, he's sliding the chair across from you out from underneath the table and making himself at home.
And he's smiling right at you.
Curse him and his smile.
But no, you're not giving into it.
Not yet, at least.
"What do you want?" You deadpan at him when he makes no sign of making the next move.
"A girlfriend," he deadpans right back at you, as if he was casually telling you what he wanted for dinner. As if you two were close-knit friends that could approach one another without any proper greeting. As if you two had kept your friendship all these years. As if you two even had a role in each other's lives.
"Can't help you there," you scoff, deciding to not even question his lack of manners on top of his uninvited presence.
"Aren't you gonna ask me why?"
"Well gee, seeing that the first few words you decided to say to my face for the first time in forever were a demand, a demand to date you no less, then....no," your monotone voice says as you keep your eyes focused on your laptop screen, not daring to look at the boy across from you.
In the Introduction to Sociology course you took your freshmen year, you had learned of one important term: interactional vandalism. Textbook definition being: "ignoring signals of disinterest in a conversation, leading it to an offense."
Your definition being: "are you oblivious or just plan dumb, read the room!"
This was interactional vandalism, alright. Whether Jay's truly oblivious or just trying to annoy you until your head explodes (it's really the former, but you're convinced it's the latter), he takes your signals of disinterest and tosses it right out of his head to continue the conversation.
"I'm stuck in this stupid bet with Jake--do you remember him? He bet me that I couldn't date someone for more than three months and I figured having someone fake date me would be easier than actually dating someone, right? That's where you come into the equation," he proposes as he leans back in his chair, as if he had just finished a sales pitch to a prospective customer looking to buy a car.
You couldn't believe this. You're 98% sure this has got to be a prank. You're mentally preparing for a camera crew to jump out from in-between the library's aisles any moment now and scream into your ears that you've just been punk'd!
The remaining 2% of you, however, wouldn't put it past the two boys to get themselves in such a situation. The last memory you had of Jay and his friends were pretty much their childish selves back in middle school. And by looking at the current scene unfolding in front of you...it's needless to say they haven't changed much.
"Again, can't help you there. Ask one of the many girlfriends I thought you had." Ouch.
"But Y/N, you've known me all your life--"
"Up until you dropped me a few years ago but sure, let's call it that."
"--and convincing other people is gonna make me look--"
"--desperate? Yeah."
"C'mon, Y/N. What do you have to lose anyways?"
"Uh..my dignity? Pride? Self-respect? Sorry Jay, not happening," you turn your attention back to your unwritten essay in front of you, mentally checking out of this conversation. This would be a good time for that camera crew to jump out now.
"Look, no one else is gonna do it, Y/N." Jay has always been stubborn, you suppose. But so are you.
"Yeah, because you've managed to push every being of the opposite gender away from you. You gave yourself this reputation in the first place," you give it to him straight. It's not like you had a relationship with him to uphold anywaysââJay himself broke that friendship years ago.
Jay hates that you're right.
You're always right. He remembers how he used to always go to you for advice and clarity on the world's biggest problems. Granted, the world's biggest problems to him at the time equated to what he should dress up as for the fifth grade Halloween party, but still. A tough decision, for the mind of a ten-year-old.
You abruptly stop typing and begin putting your laptop and textbooks away as you huff in frustration. There's no point in trying to get your work done now. The longer you stay arguing with Jay, the bigger your headache gets. The longer he continues to occupy any part of your brain, the bigger your headache gets.
Getting up from your seat, packed and ready to slam your head into your pillow, you turn to the blonde one last time.
"Look Jay. We went on our separate ways years ago. If you weren't so notoriously known around campus and my friends would stop talking about you, I would've long forgotten you. I'm sorry you're in this situation, really. If I were you, I'd just tell Jake I can't do it. Or don't, I can't tell you what to do. Just don't get some innocent girl involved in whatever stunt of yours this is."
Jay stares at you, mouth agape, as you find your way out of the library and through the main doors. By the time he comes back to his senses, he realizes how he looks plain stupidââstanding in the middle of the library, the look on his face screaming befuddlement, to say the least. Jay quickly makes his way out of the building, in hopes of convincing you one last time.
Jay catches sight of your figure already half-way down the walkway that connects the library to the main quad of your school's campus. Geez, you walk fast.
Not fast enough to outrun Jay's legs, however. If Jay running after you through the middle of campus in order to convince you to fake date him doesn't show how desperate he is to win this bet, I don't know what will.
"Wait, Y/N!"
You groan to yourself before turning to face the boy who can't seem to take a hint and leave you alone. You stare at his out-of-breath state as he heaves up and down from the slight jog he had to endure to get to where you are. If you're humored by him chasing after you, you do a good job of hiding it.
He meets your unimpressed state before stating his final proposition: "I'll pay you. Five hundred dollars."
You nearly stop breathing.
Now this catches your attentionââafter all, you're but a broke college student who's just trying to survive. And preferably not by feeding yourself instant ramen cups every night.
And so, naturally, you begin rethinking about the opportunity presented in front of you. You narrow your eyes at the boy as you weigh your options.
The first problem being, it's Jay Parkââthe bane of your very existence. You spent the last few years of your life pretending he didn't exist...for good reason. Not only did he do you dirty when you were merely a couple of 13-year-olds, but you just didn't want to be involved with someone like him. Someone known for his nature, someone who left your own current best friend ghosted. And not that Hana herself would care, for she has called herself the "female Jay Park", but you're sure this would be breaking some rule in the girl code handbook. Plus, if you agree to this, you'd be betraying 13-year-old Y/N, the one who decided to never speak to nor think of Jay Park againââwhich by now you've failed, but you get the gist.
Second problem being, three months is a long time. Three months is practically the rest of this semester, and did you really want to spend the rest of the semester tied down to the label of being Jay Park's girlfriend? There would have to be some negative connotations that came along with that title, right? No offense to Jay, but being his first girlfriend since, what, high school could make you come off as..naive, for lack of a better term. As if the only person you could settle for was Jay Park. As if you barely had any standards for yourself. Again, no offense to Jay.
Needless to say, if your school's debate club had to argue on why you shouldn't be doing this, you're sure the negating side could win with these two reasons alone.
But before you're rejecting the boy currently standing in front of you one last time, you find yourself mentally listing rebuttals.
First of all, you'd be getting paid. And again, you're merely but a college student living the stereotypical broke college student lifeââburdened by the costs of tuition, textbooks, and midnight McDonalds runs for when you're out of aforementioned instant ramen cups. Five hundred dollars could provide you with more than enough chicken McNuggets to last you the semester, and maybe some more to treat yourself to an online shopping spree.
Second of all, it's not like you were going to do anything better with your next three months anyways. It's safe to say you were too busy being a diligent student to actually look for anyone to date, per say. And if anything, having a fake boyfriend might actually be helpful in your case. Your mom would be off your ass about how you're still single, for one. And two, your friends (though it's really just Heeseung) would stop trying to hook you up on blind dates with guys that you would choose Jay Park over any day (and that really says something).
Third of all, it's Jay Park. As much as you despise the kid, you still know him. He's not a complete stranger to you, no matter how much you try to deny it. It could be worse, it could be a complete rando asking you to date him. At least you two have some sort of history, which would take care of the typical small talk and getting to know each other bit of this equation. And truth be told, you'd be lying to yourself if you said you weren't a tad bit satisfied by the fact that Jay chose you, of all people, to pull off this stunt with him. You don't know if it's the nostalgia of your childhood memories rushing back to you, but it reminds you of the endless schemes you two used to plan behind your parents' backs all the time. Granted, your childhood schemesââsuch as the both of you faking sickness so you could skip school togetherââdon't even fall close to being in a fake relationship with one another, but still. It's the thought that counts.
All of those reasons plus, Jay isn't the worst to look at. He may have a spoiled reputation, but at least he has his looks going for him, you'll give him that (you're still secretly wondering when and how did he get his glow up, but don't tell him that).
And so by the guidelines of a college student's logic that states the pros outweigh the cons, you come to the overarching conclusion that maybe, this won't be so awful after all.
"Five hundred?" You ask, just for clarification. Jay's immediately nodding at your words. You continue to ponder on your thoughts as he stares at you hopefully.
The silent atmosphere of your campus heightens the tension so much, you swear you're in one of those overdramatic pausing scenes that occur too many times in k-dramas.
You sigh, then nod.
"Okay," you're internally praying that you won't regret this decision. "I'm in."
The next time you see Jay is at 12:17PM on a Friday afternoon, as you're exiting the doors of the lecture building that's home to your awfully long Capitalism in the Western World class.
You're going down the steps of the building, mentally deciding where and what you're going to treat yourself to for lunchââas the three hour lecture you had just attended drained all the life and energy out of youââwhen you hear the slight call of your name.
Turning to the source, you're met with a waving Jay, leaning against the passenger's side of his car, parked in front of the lecture hall building you were currently leaving.
Great.
You walk over to where he's casually waitingââhe's unaware of all the stares he's attracted from fellow students leaving the same lecture as you. Can you blame them? It's not everyday you see a sleek, black BMW that probably cost more than your tuition pull up in front of your Friday afternoon lecture. It's not everyday you see Jay Park waiting for anyone outside of his said sleek, black BMW that probably cost more than your tuition.
"Hi," you simply let out as you plant yourself in front of him, not sure whether or not to question him why are you here? Surely, he wasn't waiting for you?
"Hi," he smiles down at you. There's a beat of silence. "I was waiting for you."
Bingo.
"Oh. What are you, my chauffeur?" You raise an eyebrow, unimpressed.
"Maybe. I am your boyfriend, after all," he says into the air, loud and clear, as if he wanted people to hear. Well that is the point, you suppose.
But still, all you want to do is smack the smirk right off his face.
Before you have time to put your next question into words, he answers it for you.
"I'm taking you out for lunch," he declares as if you have nothing else planned for the day. Well, to be fair, you didn't have anything else planned for the day. Except for your usual library run. But you figure the library could wait.
"Oh, like on a date?" You raise your eyebrows teasingly at him as you get into the car, Jay holding the door wide open for you. "Is Jay Park treating me to lunch as a date?"
Jay fights the scowl (or is that a smile?) growing on his face as he bends down to meet your eye level from inside the car. "Don't flatter yourself, princess. We've got fake lives to live."
"Call me princess one more time and you won't have a real life to live," you flash him a sarcastic smile and slam the door in his face.
Jay meets his own shocked reflection on the passenger's side window.
Cute.
"When you said you were taking me out to lunch, I expected like...I don't know...the diner on campus. Not whatever this is," you mutter to Jay as the two of you are brought to your table by a waitress at an upscale sushi restaurant, one that is undoubtedly out of your usual budget, but for sure an upgrade from your dining hall's pizza you were planning to have. You should've figured as much, the drive here was a little more than out of the way from campus, and who are you kidding, it's Jay Park you're eating with.
You stare down at your current outfit, which consisted of a hoodie you've owned since your junior year of high school and leggings that you threw on without second thought this morningââbecause you didn't exactly wake up and decide I'm going to go to a fancy sushi bar for lunch today!
"Why are we here anyways?" You ask him when you're both settled in your seats and the waitress walks away after listing the chef's specials for the day.
"Oh, they have killer dragon rolls here, you have to try it," Jay tells you nonchalantly as his eyes rake the menu in front of him, blocking your view of him.
How dense can one be? Your hand snatches his menu as you stare into his unamused eyes.
"No, Jay. I mean, why are we here? It's not like anyone's around to see us put on a show anyways."
"Oh. I figured," Jay's quick to grab the menu back from out of your hands as he continues, "that we should sit down and establish how exactly we're going to deliver this performance. After all, you're stuck with me for the next three months."
Again, smacking the smirk currently resting on his face would satisfy you beyond relief. Just once.
"If I drop out halfway through, do I still get $250?" You tease, leaning back.
"Ha ha. Funny. No," he narrows his eyes at you from across the table. "It's all or nothing."
You dramatically huff to make a show just for his annoyance.
"Worth a try. But sure, let's solidify this. What's the game plan?" You sit up in your seat, leaning over the table as if the two of you were hosting a secret meeting.
"It's simple really," Jay mirrors your actions, face leaning in close to where yours is hovering over the table. "Just pretend to be deeply in love with me for three months, and try not to actually be charmed by my cunning looks."
If someone gave you five dollars for every time you've already rolled your eyes at him today, you wouldn't even need to be in this deal for the five hundred dollars.
"Wow, smooth. Can I just remind you you're the one paying a girl to be in a fake relationship with you because you're just not competent enough to find an actual girlfriend?" You lean back, arms crossing over your figure.
Your eyes go back to the menu in front of you as a silence falls over the table. Because you're not a loaded trust fund baby who comes to fancy five-star sushi restaurants for lunch on a daily, you don't recognize half of the entree names on the menu. You spot the dragon roll Jay suggested, but seeing that a basic California roll is less expensive, your natural broke-college-student-instincts figure the California roll shall do.
"Okay, in all seriousness," Jay begins as he puts his menu down. "It's simple really. We'll just go on weekly dates and post cute pictures of each other once in a while and a little after three months, I'll just say it didn't work out. I'll give you the five hundo and boom, we move on with our lives."
It's clear Jay's put some thought into this. Safe to say he's put more effort planning this out than the amount of work he's been putting into his classes. Someone's got their priorities straight.
You're impressed to say the leastââyou figured Jay would just be the kind to go with the flow and wait for the situation to unfold on its own and maybe blow up into flames. But seeing as he was just as serious about winning this bet as you were with making five hundred dollars, your doubts about this entire situation were slowly withering away.
Don't get it wrong, though, you still despise him. To an extent, at least.
"And don't worry about the dates. I'll pay on your behalf, as the loving, doting boyfriend I am," Jay finishes with a wide, cheesy smile you can't help but return a growing smile back at.
"Well then, as the loving, doting girlfriend I am, I shall gift you coffee, breakfast, all that fun couple stuff, whenever you please. Or maybe unannounced, if I'm feeling nice," you figure you should pitch in as much if he's paying for all your dates. And deep down, you find the idea kinda cute. But don't tell anyone that.
"Wow, look at us. We should become Dispatch's couple of the year already!" Jay exclaims, earning himself a small giggle from you, which pleases him to say the least. He thinks that maybe when this is all over, he'll hopefully make a good friend (well, for the second time) out of it.
And you're thinking that maybe the next three months won't be as bad as you initially had thought.
As the two of you delve deep into a debate about who would be the better significant other to each other, the waitress comes over to take your orders.
And because you're laughing and Jay's brightly smiling at you from across the table, you order the dragon roll.
The second time Jay takes you outââthis time he gives you a heads up to get readyââit's at a, once again, high-class steakhouse.
The third time, you insist on the on-campus diner that's popular amongst the student population. Partially because you feel bad for the amount of money he's spent on you (even though he couldn't care less), but mostly because if you have to put on another fancy dress to just eat an overpriced meal that doesn't even fully satisfy your hunger, you might lose your mind.
And by this third time, Jake is aware of this newly blossomed relationship.
"Three dates! I didn't know you had it in you, going on three dates with the same girl!" Jake excitedly exclaims as he jumps into the empty spot on Jay's dorm bed and shoves his phone's screen into Jay's face.
The smaller screen displays Jay's most recent Instagram post: an image of you sitting behind your too-small-to-be-this-expensive-steak and smiling right into Jay's cameraââa memory that brings a smile to his face:
~ ~ ~
"C'mon! We said Instagram posts would be a part of the deal! How else can we convince people we're dating?" A pout rests on Jay's face as he stares at you from across the table in the middle of the extravagantly decorated restaurant he picked out for your second date. You remember your eyes bulging out of their own sockets when you saw the "$$$$$" rating Yelp gave the place when you searched it up earlier.
"Okay, okay! One picture," you give in, already slightly annoyed that you were here instead of the comfort of your own bed, where you could be rewatching your favorite Netflix show for the third time. But because you made a deal and because you're desperate for money, you had to follow throughââso here you were.
You flash an unconvincing smile to Jay's camera, which doesn't satisfy him, to say the least. "At least pretend you're somewhat enjoying this date," he frowns at you.
You sigh, until a thought crosses your mind and a smile grows on your face. "Only if you get me boba afterwards."
He narrows his eyes at you, but then meets your smile. "Sure, whatever you want. But only because I've been craving some mango milk tea lately."
"You're a fruit milk tea kind of guy? Sorry, but I might have to fake break-up with you," you tease as you take a sip of your overpriced drink to go with your overpriced meal.
Jay scoffs, feigning hurt by placing his hand over his heart. "Ouch. But before you break up with me, let me get this Instagram post in."
"Wow. Your priorities are so straight," you roll your eyes at him, eliciting a cheeky smile from him as he watches you through his held up phone screen.
"3,2,1."
"Hey, I wasn't ready! That was like mid-laugh!" You reach over the table to grab the phone, but not quick enough for him to put his phone back into his pants' pocket.
"Nope, nuh uh," he laughs as you quickly sit back down into your seat, not wanting to cause a scene in an establishment as proper as this one.
"It's fine. It's a good picture, you look cute," he casually lets out, unaware of the blush rising to the surface of your cheeks, thanks to the fact that you were suddenly interested in playing with the left-over food on your plate.
"Jay! Delete it, I'll let you take another one," you whine from your seat, imagining just how bad a candid picture of you could be.
"Ugh, fine. Ever so picky." He playfully rolls his eyes at you as he takes his phone out and opens the camera app as you prepare yourself.
"Okay, how's this?" Jay turns the phone screen to you after he takes a few snaps on his phone.
"I approve," you grin at him as he goes through the pictures himself, unaware of the smile growing on his face.
"Okay now delete the first one," you point your finger at him, narrowing your eyes at him.
"Okay, okay! Bossy," he laughs as he raises in hands in surrender.
When Jay gets home that night, he recovers the image from his Recently Deleted folder, telling himself it's for the sake of the memory.
Obviously.
~ ~ ~
"It's not that big of a deal," Jay mutters from his spot as his eyes go from the Instagram post to his Exile and Belonging in Modern Literature reading that's due tomorrow, bright yellow highlighter in hand. Typically, you'd find the reading buried deep at the bottom of his school backpack. But because Jay ran into you this morning and because he complained to you about the amount of work he's fallen behind on and because you had threatened him to do his work or else you're not going on another dateââa fake date that isââwith him, he figured he should at least get one reading done and annotated, despite his strong dislike for highlighters (they hurt his eyes, okay?)
What he doesn't know, however, is how your threat was completely full of bluffââbut don't tell him that.
"It is so a big deal, for you at least!" Jake hops off the bed and lands on the wooden floors of Jay's dorm room so hard, Jay winces and sends a mental apology to the poor person who lives below him.
Jake suddenly gasps. "I have to meet her, Jay! As your best friend, it's practically mandatory that I meet her."
Jay opens his mouth to protest, but not before Jake interrupts him once again. "Oh! We can bring Sunghoon too, it'll be so fun! The best friends meet the girlfriend."
Jay can't think of anything worst. Jay imagines that bringing you to meet his best friends would just intimidate you out of dating himââfake dating him, that is. Obviously.
He stares at his friend in agony then back at the reading in front of himââthe one Jake said he'd come over to help annotate, but the intention completely left Jake's head the second he heard about Jay's recent dating life.
"You don't have to meet her," Jay says pointedly. "Plus, you already know her."
Jake frowns at his friend's excuse. "Yeah, but that was in middle school! This is different."
Jay's hands shuffle through the reading's pages in front of him as he realizes there's no way the two of them are going to finish the assignment at this point. He supposes he'll have to save death by blindness from highlighters for another day and hope you still agree to go out with him.
Jake suddenly gasps in realization.
"Oh my gosh! Childhood best friends turned college sweethearts," Jake says so dreamily, he might as well plaster heart eyes on. Hopeless romantic, this one.
Before Jay can argue, the piercing sound of three loud knocks echo through the small room, followed with a:
"Jay, are you in? It's me!"
Jay stills at the sound of your sweet voice. He whips his head to Jake, who is also frozen in place.
But the widened-eye boy is quick to come to his sensesââunfortunately quicker than Jay himselfââbecause the next thing Jay knows, Jake's eyes are lighting up and he's running to the door, ignoring Jay's screaming whispers through this seething teeth that were somewhere along the lines of Jakeââstop, I swear to god if you open that door I'm gonna fucking--
"Y/N!" Jake swings the door wide open, revealing an overly excited him and a frozen Jay half-way to the door, as if he was about to grab the very boy welcoming you in. It's as if we're living in a Sims game and the player clicked pause on this very moment.
Jake's eyes are wildly going back and forth between you and your supposed boyfriend, as if he was waiting for Jay to run over and smother you in hugs and kisses...or something couple-y like that. Jay wouldn't know.
"Uhââhi," you're awkwardly standing inside the room now, a relatively large paper brown bag resting in your palms as you look around for a surface to place it on. Jay makes his way to you without a second thought, quickly taking the bag out of your hold.
"You seemed stressed out earlier, so I figured I could bring you some food as a little pick me up. I didn't know what you liked, so I kinda just got a little of everything from the dining hall. Nothing fancy," you're rambling, but smiling so excitedly at him, Jay doesn't know what to say.
Instead, his mouth slightly drops open as he stares at you in awe, mostly because he's not used to being on the receiving end of such spontaneously generous actionsââall while Jake's still excitedly looking back and forth between the two of you, as if he was expecting a marriage proposal to come next.
"Oh wow. Thank you. Really," Jay, still touched by your simple act of kindness, softly says as he places the bag on the limited amount of empty space on his desk surfaceââthe rest of it is covered with his untouched textbooks and unfinished assignments. He wonders if you did this out of playing your role or just because you wanted to. He internally hopes it's the latter. "Seriously, you didn't have to do."
"Nah, don't worry. I wanted to," you shrug with such a genuine smile that Jay realizes he actually missed your smile.
Despite having seen you during your brief run-in this morning when you were fetching your morning coffee, Jay realizes he missed you. The two of you haven't been seeing each other recently because of your busy schedule and if Jay didn't realize it before, he's now sure he missed your company and presence around.
Weird.
"Well, you two have fun! Sunghoon needs me for something," Jake suddenly chirps from his place near the front door, halfway through with putting his shoes on already, breaking the comforting silence that fell between the two of you.
Jay frowns. "But you said you were free all daââ"
"SUNGHOON IS CALLING BYE!" And before Jay can even register what's happening, Jake's out the door without another word.
"Er..sorry about him, he's...weird," Jay scratches the back of his neck as he returns to his spot on his bed, mentally setting a reminder to yell at Jake later for leaving the two of you alone. Jay doesn't know exactly why, but he's nervous at the fact that you're here in his room. It's not like you two are complete strangersââor whatever you guys were beforeââanymore. "Good job on your part, though. How'd you know Jake was here?"
"Oh uh, I didn't"," you let out an awkward laugh. "I just felt like doing it."
Heat rushes to Jay's cheeks and he's not sure 1) what this newfound feeling is and 2) how to respond, yet again.
Having expecting you to leave after dropping the food off, Jay's taken by surprise when you take your shoes off and come over to his bed to look at the pile of work he's spread out.
"Is this everything you have to do?" You question the stressed-out boy as you flip through the various assignments, readings, and essays he put off in the past week.
"More or less," he groans. This is no rare occurrence by any meansââJay being behind in his workââbut this time, Jay realizes he may actually be in deep shit, considering he has no idea where to begin.
Right as Jay's expecting a scolding from you, he looks up to meet a look of sympathy on your face. "Well, I mean, I'm pretty much done with my day. I can try to help, I recognize some of these readings from last semester."
Jay thinks to himself that the universe has sent him an angel through the form of you.
"Really? Wow, you were't kidding when you said you'd be a good girlfriend," he sends you a surprised look.
"I'm just being nice, Jay. A concept I'm sure you're not familiar with," you remark back at him, causing his forming smile to grow into a laugh.
"I can too be nice! Need I remind you of who's paying you $500, covering all of our dates AND giving you rides to class everyday?" He remarks pointedly at you, a teasing look resting in his eyes as you're reminded of the first of many times he's come to pick you up before class:
~ ~ ~
You're late.
This never happens.
But then again, your life's been a series of unexpected occurrences lately. Such as the fact that you're currently known as Jay Park's girlfriend, for one.
You're scrambling out of bed once you take one look at your phone and realize shit, you're already late for class. Throwing on whatever articles of clothing your eyes land on first, you're already mentally groaning at the fact that you'll have to skip breakfast and run across your campus to get to said class.
Curse your professor for hosting her lecture at the furthest possible building away from your dorm. Curse the architect who decided to make your campus so large.
You're running down the steps outside of your dorm building's doors when you're abruptly stopped by a familiar sounding cough. You look up from trying to gather all your belongings together at once to meet the gaze of the source of the soundââJay.
"Wow, you're a mess," he smirks as he gets up from the spot on his car he was leaning against to make his way over to you.
"Gee, thanks! Good morning to you too," you flash him a sarcastic smile before your default frown quickly makes it way back onto your face.
"Aren't you gonna ask me why I'm here?" He grins as he grabs hold of your backpack to sling it across his own back as the two of you walk towards his car.
"Why are you here, Jay?" you sigh, your sarcastic tone hard to miss.
"To give you a ride to class, of course!" He's beaming at you, as if he's a pre-pubescent teen who just won their first girlfriend a prize from the arcade's claw machine.
Oh. That explains the car, you figure. Deep down inside, you're relieved that you'll no longer be bursting through the lecture hall's doors as a sweaty messââa result of having to run across campus to get to class.
Determined to not let your satisfaction completely show, you resort with a little smile directed towards Jay as he opens the passenger door for you.
The second your enter Jay's car, the strong scent of coffee hits you, and your attention is targeted at the two small cups of coffee sitting in the cupholders of the car.
"Breakfast?" Jay asks as he enters through the driver's side and reaches into the backseat to whip out a small pastry bag. A small, deliciously smelling, pastry bag.
Okay, well. You suppose you could drop the annoyed act now.
Your eyes widen with joy as you grab the bag from him and open it to reveal your favorite breakfast sandwich. He's been taking notes, you'll give him that point.
"Okay, you win. Thank you," you grace him with a soft smile before taking a bite into the glorious gift in your hands.
"Of course, I was just feeling nice," he grins at you as he starts his car. "But don't get used to it." His tone is serious, but his smile directed towards you says differently.
And the fact that he still showed up to drive you to class the next morning.
And the next.
~ ~ ~
"And need I remind you who has to date your dumb ass for the $500 in question?" Your eyes narrow at the boy who can't seem to get that damn smile off his face.
Jay sticks his tongue out at you, ending the conversation. Really Jay? What are you, five? Well, mentallyââprobably.
You're looking around his minuscule dorm room for a place to sit down, and Jay can't help but feel embarrassed now that you're here, in his messy single studio room that pretty much reflects how Jay treats every other responsibility of his oh so hard life: neglected.
"Uh...here, you can sit on my bed," Jay immediately offers as he moves to the side to make room for your presenceââand it isn't much, considering the university only provided him a twin XL bed which is definitely not built for two grown college-aged kids.
If you told yourself a few weeks ago that you'd be shoulder to shoulder on a bed belonging to the guy you cringed at the very thought of, you wouldn't have believed yourself. You wouldn't have believed yourself if you said you were actually glad Jay let you stay instead of kicking you out after delivering the food. Huh.
Weird.
"You know, this kinda reminds me of when we were kids. I always carried us through those horrible multiplication tests in the fifth grade," you wink at him as you settle in the spot next to him, hands grabbing hold of the papers in his lap.
Jay let out a laugh, nudging your shoulder with his. "Hey! The twelve times table is hard, okay?"
You roll your eyes at himââa habit of yours he's noticed whenever the two of you are together, but more recently, he thinks it's been more out of fun than annoyance.
He wonders why.
When Jay had first brought up the idea of bringing you as his date to his father's company dinner, you had expected a fairly fancy five-star restaurant with a formal dress codeââfor you've become accustomed to Jay's lifestyle. Turns out, your expectations can continue to be exceeded. Because what you had expected to be a simple dinner with a few other business men and women turned out to be an entire party, hosted in a hotel whose interior resembled something close to a castle (Or what you assume a castle looks like, as you've never personally been into a castle yourself, but this hotel is close enough).
Your eyes sparkle at the extravagant columns and diamond chandeliers hanging high above you, and Jay smiles at the expression on your face; like a little girl being brought to the amusement park for the first time ever.
"Wow, this is...wow," you mutter as you drink in the scene in front of you: people dressed in formal attire likewise to yours and Jay's, mingling and drinking what you imagine to be beverages that cost more than your entire life's worth.
Jay laughs from behind you, "Yeah the company goes a little...extra when it comes to these company dinners."
You scoff as you look up at him. "Oh really, you don't say?" You look around and you're suddenly aware of the many people surrounding the two of you and the attention you've acquired ever since entering the building.
"Jay, people are staring." You shuffle closer to him, your voice lowering down to a whisper.
"Well, it's not everyday the son of the company's CEO brings his girlfriend with him, so...looks like we'll be the talk of the party tonight. Smiles on," he winks at you, and you just know he's loving the attention the two of you are receiving right now.
"Jay Park? Is that you?" You hear a warm voice call out from behind the two of you.
The two of you turn around to meet the owner of the voice, a middle-aged woman dressed in an evening gown that matches the pattern of high-end brands you've been recognizing ever since arriving.
"Mrs. Lee! It's so nice seeing you again," Jay cheerily addresses the woman as the two of you bow in greeting.
You internally giggle at the thought of your Jay being so picture-perfect in the eyes of his father's co-workers.
"This is Y/N," he continues, his hand finding its way to your back, protectively resting it there as you go to introduce yourself. "My girlfriend."
You swear you feel goosebumps rise from where he's lightly touching you, and more so when he introduces you as his girlfriend.
You tell yourself it's just your nerves. Yes, that's it, you're just nervous. I mean, you're in a room filled with people who could easily pay off all your college loans with just a snap of their fingers, who wouldn't be nervous? Right? Right.
"Y/N! It's a pleasure to finally meet you, I've heard so much about you!" Mrs. Lee excitedly exclaims as you turn to Jay with a slightly confused look plastered on your face. He mirrors your expression as he shrugs, moving to stand behind you completely, bringing his hands to rest lowly at your hips.
His hands feel like feathers on the thin fabric of your evening gown, so light, so delicate, as if he's unsure if he's crossing a line. It leaves you wanting more, wanting to naturally lean against him and his warmth. You quick to shake the thought of your head as Mrs. Lee chirps up again.
"Jay's father is always talking about how you've been keeping Jay pleasantly busy nowadays! Good thing too, about time this poor boy settle down for someone as beautiful as you," the woman rambles on as you feel a blush creep up on your cheeks at the thought of Jay talking about you to his dad. If only they knew.
"We should probably go find our seats, I think the dinner is beginning soon," Jay says from behind you, saving the two of you from having to listen to Mrs. Lee's story of how she's known Jay ever since he was five years old and seeing him grow into this mature, loving, young man is so amazing. Oh look! I have baby pictures.
Yeah, he was more so saving himself from embarrassment.
The two of you bid your goodbyes before Jay gently uses the hand on your back to maneuver you through the crowd of socializing business moguls.
"She's not wrong, you know," you feel Jay dip his head so he's speaking near your ear, his warm breath tickling your earlobe, as the two of you make your way through the large foyer room.
"Hm?" You hum in question, turning your head up just enough to be able to make eye contact with him as he responds to your look of confusion.
"You look beautiful tonight," he says, eye contact not breaking once. You freeze in your steps.
You stare back at him in silence. Oh.
Your mind is panicking as it flips through your mental book of responses, unsure of what to say back. But because your mind is cloudy from staring at a put-together Jay in a dark navy suit to match your dress (mixed with the nervous butterflies in your stomachââhave they always been there?), the only sound that's able to leave your lips is the small stutter of a:
"Huh?"
Wow Y/N, you had one job. A simple "thank you" could've sufficed! And you went with "Huh"?
You felt like a fifth grader who just learned from a friend of a friend of a friend that their crush likes them back.
"U-um. Mrs. Lee. What she said about you. You look good, really," somehow your nervousness made its way over to Jay nowââhis eyes flickering from yours to anywhere, anything, else in the roomââthe awkward tension growing tenfold each second.
Goddamnit Y/N, this is just Jay you're talking to, get a grip.
You're knocked back into reality when he slightly nudges your back to continue making your way to the main ball room, where the dinner is being held.
"Is that a compliment from the Jay Park?" Your smirk can't be seen by Jay, since he's still trailing behind you, but he can definitely hear it through your tone.
"Don't make me take it back," he chuckles, his words felt against your neck, leaving behind a tingly sensation you're not sure why you're feeling. You're glad he's behind you, so he isn't able to see the blush creeping onto your face for the second time tonight.
Jay gives a small nod to the people behind the check-in desk stationed at the entrance as the two of you waltz right into a large ball room lined with countless circular dining tables. So much for a small business dinner.
As the two of you approach one of the tables placed at the front of the room, you notice a familiar figure seated next to the seats reserved for you and Jay.
"Y/N!" Jake exclaims as he gets up from his seat to greet the both of you. "I'm so glad you made it, Jay was so excited to bring you tonight. Deadass would not stop talking about it."
Jay lets out a noise that falls somewhere between a cough and a goose being strangled, his widened eyes warning his talkative friend to just shut up. He's silently cursing the company for always seating his and Jake's family at the same table for these events.
"Aw, is that so? He's lucky he's cute or else I wouldn't have agreed," you grin, winking at your assumed boyfriend sitting next to you.
"Hey, YOU were the one excited to come! I recall a certain someone's face lighting up when I suggested we go shopping for tonight," Jay immediately retorts.
"Only because you were buying," you giggle, causing Jake to laugh as well.
"Damn, Jay. Tough," Jake jokingly adds as you laugh alongside him. The scowl sitting on Jay's face expresses the opposite of what he's feeling right now: warmth filling him up from the sound of your laughter and the image of you getting along so well with his best friend.
"I'm gonna get us some drinks, you two have fun making fun of me," Jay narrows his eyes at the two of you as he gets up from his seat. You bid him off with a smile before turning back to Jake.
"No but really though, this boy would not stop talking about you coming tonight. Then again, he doesn't really ever stop talking about you," Jake nonchalantly says, not knowing how much he was exposing his friend to you right now.
You raise an eyebrow up in response, "Oh really?"
"Seriously! I don't know what you did to him, Y/N, but this Jay I've been seeing recently is new. He complains a lot less about life nowadays, especially on the days he sees you," he leans back in his chair as his comment brings a smile to your face. Little does he know.
You stretch your neck up to find the boy in question and spot him right as he's returning to your shared table, two drinks in hand. You lock eyes with him from across the room and without a second thought, you're giving him a genuine smile that he's immediately returning.
Your heart beats faster at the view.
You wonder why.
It's 3:07AM when you hear the first ding.
You're not 100% sure as of why you're awake at this hour on a Tuesday nightââperhaps a combination of your restless thoughts and feelings not letting you sleep plus the typical stress that comes hand-in-hand with the life of a college student.
It's 3:09AM when you hear the second ding, and you brush it off, assuming it was just Heeseung spamming you with memes againââsomething he does often when he also can't sleep (you found this out the hard way).
It's still 3:09AM when you hear the third ding, and at 3:10AM , you finally reach over and decide to acknowledge the being who's bothering you at this godforsaken hour.
Jay [3:07AM]: Y/N
Jay [3:09AM]: hi
Jay [3:09AM]: r u awake rn
Y/N [3:10AM]: unfortunately so
Y/N [3:11AM]: why are you up
Jay [3:11AM]: come outside
Y/N [3:13AM: jay it's 3am
Jay [3:13AM]: ye and? don't tell me ur a college student with a curfew
Jay [3:14AM]: plus im alrdy waiting for u outside so u have no choice
Jay [3:15AM]: :)
You groan at your bright phone screen currently illuminating your dark dorm room.
You ponder the consequences you may have to suffer tomorrow if you stay up any later than you already have. But considering the fact that you're probably just going to stay awake lying in bed for god knows how long anyways, why not?
(And you would like to point out that this decision has nothing to do with the fact that you haven't seen Jay in a few days and that maybe a tiny, tiny, tiny, part of you may have missed his presence. Nothing.)
And since that logic is obviously valid (you really gotta work on justifying your life choices), you're suddenly grabbing a hoodie from your closet and hoping it'll be enough to keep you, who's merely in an old band t-shirt from high-school and pajama shorts, warm.
The breeze hits your skin the second you open the doors to your dorm's building, and you're met with the view of Jay's sleek, black BMW that probably costs more than your tuition. He waves at you from the driver's seat, motioning for you to get in.
"To what do I owe you the pleasure at this hour," you deadpan at him with a stone-cold voice as you enter through the passenger's side door, hoping your tone was enough to hide the fact that you're giddy at the fact he invited you out at 3AM in the morning. Like a high-school girl sneaking out of her house to meet up with her bad-boy boyfriend that her parents dislike.
The second you enter his car, you're instantly comforted by the warm air blasting through his vents and his playlist softly playing in the background. Jay's pajama pants and messy hair give you more than enough information to know that he probably just rolled out of his own bed as well. You don't know why, but your view: Jay in his oversized hoodie with his unkept hair in front of your dorm building at 3AM on a Tuesday night, gives you comfort in weird ways you can't explain even if you tried.
But it's obviously just your cloudy, 3AM mind not thinking straight. Obviously.
"When I can't sleep, I go on drives around campus. It helps clear my mind," he says, looking over at you to give you a quick smile before starting his car. "Plus, SnapMap said you were still awake, so...figured you'd wanna join."
"Oh so what, you're my stalker now? You're not driving to the woods to kill me now, are you?" You tease, an eyebrow brought up. Jay lets out a laugh from beside you as he begins to drive further into your campus.
"Guess you'll just have to wait and see," he throws you a wink before reverting his gaze back to the road, mindlessly driving to wherever the road decides to take him.
A comfortable silence falls in between the two of you as Jay continues to drive endless routes around your campus. You look over to the boy driving next to you and take in his featuresââyou don't know what changed, but you no longer feel the same anger or annoyance bubbling within you when you're around him. You're not sure when this changed, but you figure it's just the effect of desensitization. After all, you've been spending so much time with him, you're bound to get used to it. Right?
"Why were you up?" Jay finally asks after a few minutes of just the two of you silently basking in each other's presences.
"Ah, you know. The usual. Endless thoughts running through my mind, stress from school, nothing new," you sign, giving him a soft smile followed with a shrug.
"Penny for your thoughts?"
You answer him with silence as you search your head for the answer.
"I don't know. This is kinda weird, isn't it?" You don't know why you get a sudden surge of confidence, but before you can stop yourself, you find yourself rambling on. "If you had told me a month ago that I'd be here driving around with you when it's nearly 4AM, I would've laughed in your face."
Jay doesn't know whether to laugh or scoff. "Is the idea of hanging out with me that unappealing to you?"
You give him a serious look back. "I mean, up until a month ago when you needed me for whatever this game is, you literally pretended I didn't exist."
Oh. Awkward.
You freeze at your own words, mentally screaming at yourself for letting the words leave your mouth. Why, why, why.
"Y/N..." Jay says after clearing his throat after a few seconds of silence.
"No it's fine, it was a joke," you awkwardly cough and direct your attention to anything else around you right now. The view of your campus' buildings zooming by. The clicking of Jay's blinker when he switches lanes. The quiet roaring of his car's engine. The nervous tapping of his fingers against the steering wheel.
The rest of the ride is excruciatingly silent as he exits the main road and into an empty parking lot of some administration building made out of glass that has too many floors for you to count.
You don't know why you feel your heart beating in your throat as Jay puts the car into parkââwhy you feel uneasy. You slightly turn towards him in your seat, hoping to pick up any sign of well...anything from him.
You don't know why you feel a twinge of guiltââit's not like what you said was necessarily wrong. If you were being honest, you were slightly bothered by how the two of you seemed to silently agree not to mention your past all this time. You were always one to seek answers, to seek closure. You couldn't help but bring it upââJay was your best friend during those years. For him to just wake up one day and pretend you were nothing to him hurt you, and you couldn't help but still wonder what in the world you did to initiate his actions.
"I'm sorâ" You're interrupted with his timid voice, as if he was almost afraid to speak.
"I'm not good with people." He's nibbling on his bottom lip, fingers nervously picking at a spot on the steering wheel.
You're opening and closing your mouth, unsure how to respond. You're 100% positive you look like a fish right now. Good for you.
"I don't know why. Jake calls it commitment issues but in order to have commitment, people have to stay in my life. And people just...don't. They're all bound to leave at some point. So what's the point of putting in effort into relationships if they're just going to leave you at the end?"
You're stunned by his sudden confession, not having been prepared for such a heavy topic to arise between the two of you. Up until tonight, your interactions had always been light-hearted and easyââyou guys got along well. You didn't know this is how he felt all along.
But you knew where he was coming from.
You knew what Jay had gone through as a childââhis mother having left him and his dad when he was young. You remember when your parents had told you the news at the young age of 13, and you remember the pain and sorrow you felt for your then friend. All you wanted to do was go to him and comfort him, but he had already cut you out from his life by then.
"Or maybe I'm the problem. My dad barely acknowledges my existence because he thinks giving me an allowance is all the parenting I need, my friends probably only stick around because they feel bad for me, you wouldn't even be here if it weren't for the bet, and, fuck, I'm literally known as the campus' fuckboy," Jay continues, falling deeper and deeper into the hole he dug himself.
He hates this, he hates opening up and feeling vulnerable, so he doesn't know why he's doing it now. He doesn't know why he feels comfortable voicing out his fears and worries when he's around you. But he does know it's a new feelingââone he doesn't know how to deal with.
"Jay," you lace your voice with as much comfort as you can provide. None of this is his fault, you want to tell him. "I'm sorry."
"Why are you sorry? You didn't do anything," he says with a hint of bitterness and you can't tell if it's directed towards you or the topic at hand.
You're completely turned in your seat now to face himââdespite the fact that he refuses to meet your gaze, afraid that looking at you is gonna bring out the most vulnerable in him. "You can talk to me. Talking about it makes it a lot easier. I'll always be here for you, as a friend."
Jay doesn't know what it is or why, but something in him snaps at the sound of a certain word falling out of your lips. Friend. Friend.
Friends don't make his heart beat nervously whenever he's around them. Friends don't keep him up at 3AM in the morning, pondering about his feelings for them. Friends don't provide him with this new, warm comfort he's become accustomed to whenever he's around you.
Deep down, Jay knows you didn't mean to add fuel to the fire. But because he's strong-headed, stubborn, and hates how vulnerable he feels next to you, he unleashes his emotions without thinking about the destruction coming along.
"It's none of your business, Y/N. Forget I said anything. You're just a toy for this stupid game and when it's all over we can go back to our own lives and forget this ever happened."
His sudden words cut deep, but they hurt him more than you. The second the words tumble out of his mouth, he's hit with the feeling of instant regret washing over him, and the lump forming in his throat restricts him from finding the right words to take them back.
The silence that falls between the two of you this time is different. It's a cold silence. A loud silence.
Jay feels his walls coming back up around himââthe ones you managed to get throughââand all he wants to do is apologize but he's terrified. Terrified of seeing your reaction, terrified of losing you again. For the second time.
You tell yourself he doesn't mean it. You tell yourself that he's just enduring more pain that one should ever receive.
But you also tell yourself that this wouldn't be the first time Jay leaves you in the dust.
You tell yourself that you're foolish for ever believing a friendship, or more, could come out of this act at the end. That you're so naive for feeling those stupid, stupid butterflies you've started to notice in your stomach whenever you see, or even think of, him.
"Okay," you begin with a firm tone. You're hurt, but you refuse to show it. You won't let him hurt you for a second time. Not again.
"Just...find me when you need me. As your fake girlfriend or just...me. I'm still here for you," is the last thing you say before un-clicking your seatbelt and leaving his car, beginning your walk back to your dorm hall.
Jay is unsure about many things in life. He's unsure about what he wants to do in the future, he's unsure of where he's going to settle in life, heck, he's unsure about what to have for lunch tomorrow. But he's sure about one thing.
That he's wearing his heart on his sleeve right now, and it's all because of you.
That you've become this new lifeline and he has to choose between holding onto you or drowning.
When Jay wakes up the next morning, his first gut instinct is to get ready to pick you up for class. But today's different. Jay doesn't know where the two of you stand now, especially after last night.
Jay doesn't know how to deal with this combination of unknown emotions he's been feeling lately. They didn't come out of no where, by any means, he realizes. They've been slowly growing over the past month of seeing you so oftenââlike a plant he's been watering overtime, not expecting it to bloom into a flower so suddenlyââbut he figured it was nothing more than just enjoying the company of a friend.
Until he realizes that the term friend just doesn't suite you anymoreâânot to him, at least. And that scares him. It scares him that you've made him genuinely smile more in this past month than he ever has in his 19 years of living. It scares him that when he's around you he can't comprehend his own thoughts, his feelings. It scares him that you make him vulnerable, that you've changed him. That you've managed to make the walls that he's spent so long building and polishing to crumble with a simple tap of your finger.
In a perfect world, Jay would have already told you all thisââhe would be unafraid of how you would react, unafraid of your rejection, unafraid of losing this growing relationship with you. But alas, we don't live in a perfect world. And so when Jay drives to class that day, he drives right past your dorm building.
"Where's Y/N?" is the first thing Jake questions when he enters Jay's car that morning, confused by your absence, having been used to you being in the front seat every morning when Jay goes to give Jake rides to class as well.
"I don't know," Jay mutters, unemotional eyes focused on the road in front of him, not interested in continuing a conversation that involves thinking about you.
Jake hesitates as curiosity gets the best of him. "Did you guys get into a fight or something?"
Jay's hands tighten around the steering wheel of his car. "Or something. Let's just leave it at that."
There are a few beats of silence before Jake speaks up again.
"Well, I guess this works out because I wanted to talk to you about something."
Jay continues to stare straight ahead of him, focusing on just trying to get by without mentally beating himself up at the simple thought of you.
The simple thought of you and your smile. Your witty remarks. Your stupid eye rolls. Your laughter. Your kindness. So much for not thinking about you.
"I'm calling it off," Jake's words catch Jay off guard.
"Huh? Calling what off?"
"The bet. I'm calling it off. I don't care about the textbook fees I'll have to pay next semester. Look, fight or not, you and Y/N are good for each other, everyone can see it. And I really don't want this to end up being one of those messed up teen TV shows where the girlfriend finds out the entire relationship was based off of a stupid game and then they break up and the boyfriend falls into eternal sadness and regret. And I don't wanna see you sad, dude. So yeah! Congrats," although he's admitting defeat, Jake's beaming widely, just content with the fact that his best friend has finally found happiness through the form of you. "You win."
But Jay feels like the opposite of a winner. Because even though his only intention coming into this was simply winning the bet, his life isn't as simple as it was a month ago. Because he discovered something much more valuable than some stupid textbook fees or five hundred dollars or getting his physics homework done for an entire semester.
Something he's scared he's already lost.
You.
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The next time you see Jay is at the same time and place as when he first ever appeared to pick you upââat 12:17PM on a Friday afternoon, as you're exiting the doors of the lecture building home to your awfully long Capitalism in World History class. This time, however it's different.
Because this time, it's one month later, and Jay Park is no longer a forgotten side character in the story of your life. This time, you're frustrated because it's been three days since you've last heard from Jay. And because it's been three days since you've last heard from him, you can't focus on anything else, and because you can't focus on anything else, you're falling behind on every other aspect in your life. Jay's somehow managed to become the center of your life without even having to be present.
Well, up until now. Up until you go down the steps of your lecture hall's entrance and look up to be met with a figure leaning on a car you're far too familiar with. You freeze in your steps as you make eye contact with the boy you've been thinking about non-stop for the past month three days.
Your mind tells you to walk away, to just follow your flight instinct instead of fight, to just go back to your normal life. But here's the thing. Ever since Jay's made his way back to your life, it's been far from normal.
And if you're being honest, you had no interest in going back to your normal life. Normal's overrated anyways. You find your legs bringing yourself over to him, your heart leading the way.
"Hi," you simply say, planting yourself right in front of him.
"Hi."
"What are you doing here?" You already know the answer, but you want to hear him say it.
"Waiting for you," Jay doesn't hesitate in answering you. This time will be different, he tells himself.
"I can walk myself home, thanks," you state, but your actions tell differently, as you make no sign of moving from your spot in front of him.
Jay's mind contemplates telling you everything. About how he regrets that friendship-breaking decision he made that one fateful day in the eighth grade, about his true feelings, about how he first suspected these feelings when he was 11 years old and saw you in your fancy get-up for the sixth grade dance but put it off as a little crush, and about how the same feelings grew into something so, so much more in the present. But seeing that putting all these thoughts into words would involve more than one functioning brain cell (which is all he's convinced he has in the moment, for the view of you staring up at him, looking like that, has his brain short-circuiting), he settles with:
"He called it off. It's over. The bet."
"Oh."
Silence.
Okay, Jay. This is your chance. Say it.
"Is that it?" You lift an eyebrow, awaiting for more explanation. When it doesn't come, you slightly nod and start backing away. "I'll see you around then."
Is that it? Do the two of you just go back to your respective lives now? How can Jay do that, when he doesn't even recall what his life was like before you entered itââand especially when he has absolutely no interest in going back to that life?
Fuck it.
"Y/N!" He stands up straight, a newfound confidence taking over. This time will be different, he tells himself. Because now, he knows what he wants. For sure.
You turn towards him, to see him already making his way towards you, stopping in his steps when he finds himself close enough to you that he can't concentrate anymore.
"I'm sorry for ditching you in the eighth grade. I'm sorry for ignoring you since then. I'm sorry for dragging you into this stupid mess and for pushing you away and I'm sorry for calling you a toy. Because it's far from truth. I like you. A lot. Andââand I'm scared. I'm scared of what this means for us, because I just keep messing things up and all I know is that I don't wanna wake up tomorrow and realize you're not in my life anymore andââ"
"Woah, woah, Jay. Slow down," you look up at him, the corners of your lips threatening to curve up into a smile. "You're an idiot, you know."
Jay's never really confessed his feelings to anyone before, per say, so he doesn't really know what to expect. But he's watched enough Netflix rom-coms in this lifetime (which is still not that many) to know that hearing the words "you're an idiot" isn't what you're supposed to hear after pouring your heart and soul out. Surely not, right?
"IââI'm not sure how to respond to that," he quietly says, searching your eyes for a sign, for anything. You giggle at his sudden shyness as you grab both his arms and look at him right in the eyes.
"It's okay. I get it, if anything, I'm also scared. But you somehow got me wrapped around your stupid finger, and I hate it," you smirk at him, your hands slowly making their way up his arms to circle around his neck.
Jay's hands naturally fall at your waist as he lets out a breathe he didn't even know he was holding as he returns your smirk. "Well, I could say the same about you. And I also hate it, for your information."
"Hmm, is that so? I guess it cancels out then, right?" You smile at him as he's pulling you in so close, your head turns cloudy.
Jay grins at you, his eyes holding so much joy and endearment as they quickly flicker down to your lips before returning to your own eyes. "I guess this only means one thing then."
"Mm, and what's that?"
And before Jay can answerââand because your life's been anything but normal latelyââyou make the first move this time, moving your head up to close the small gap between the two of you.
His arms instinctively tighten around you as you capture his lips with your very own, and Jay swears he's about to lift off into space right now. He's on cloud nine, and he makes no plans to touch the ground ever again.
The kiss quickly becomes fervent, all the pent-up tension that the two of you had for one another finally finding its way out, all the words that were previously left unsaid finally expressing themselves. You don't even care if you're being judged by the conservative faculty members of your school right now, or by the looks of fellow students walking past the two of you.
You try your best to keep yourself from smiling as he continues to press his lips against yours, his hand moving to hold your chin, guiding your mouth with his.
Before he finds himself getting carried away, you step back to take a breath, resting your forehead against his chest as his hands rest against your back. He smiles at the sound of you giggling against him.
Jay takes a step back to take one look at you and realizes, in this moment, that change can be good. And he's willing to undergo this change. As long as it's with you.
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The next morning, you bounce down the steps of your dorm building's entrance to meet the wide, bright smile of your ex-childhood-bestfriend-turned-fake-boyfriend-turned-real-boyfriend waiting for you in front of his car, small pastry bag in hand. You smile back at him.
â°Â warnings: cursing, high-schoolers doing dumb highschool things, underage drinking (pls donât actually do any of this irl), jake being a certified simp, itâs LONG (iâm so sorry), cheesy kithes bc im a sucker for kithes ( Ë ÂłË)â„
â° wc:Â a whopping 9.5k
â°Â a/n: itâs finally finished :â)))))) it ended up being much longer than i wanted but i had so much fun writing the characters that i got carried away lolol anywaysss i hope you guys enjoy it,,,i got a little unmotivated during the process bc i didnât know if it was good or not but here it is heh (à·Ëá”Ëà·)âĄÂ
Tuesday, December 8th
Jake Sim lives a simple life.Â
He likes to think he leads the normal, stereotypical life of a teenage boy. Has decent grades, plays soccer after school, skateboards around the neighborhood, has a best friend who heâs desperately in love with, and has a stable group of friends.Â
Okay, maybe not so simple, because this boy would physically launch himself to the moon and drill at its surface to collect moon dust for you if you asked him toââdespite his deadly fear of combusting in outer space.Â
But that fear doesnât even compare to his worst one yet: not having you in his life.Â
And so, he decided to just repress any and all feelings heâs had for you ever since he discovered them in middle school, when he realized he hated seeing you go to the eighth grade dance with a dateââthat wasnât him.Â
He decided that he wasnât going to risk losing a life-long friendship over some dumb, teenage boy feelings.Â
They were probably powered by his testosterone anyways. Yeah, thatâs totally it.
Sexual Content (fingering, unprotected sex, handjob... they have sex on a pool float). Swearing.
A/N: Oh my gosh! Itâs been so long since Iâve posted any of my writing on here. I hope you all can forgive me, 2020 has been hectic for everyone, after all.
I have been working on this specific piece since before Summer even started this year (hence the theme) and I just finished it a few minutes ago! Iâve been working on it in between classes and during breaks and even deleted half of it at one point to rewrite.Â
I hope this was worth the wait!Â
I love you, all. Happy New Year!
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The warmth of the sun soaked into your skin and bones, releasing your body from the lingering clutches of the frigid winter, rainy spring, and bleak school year. Finals week was quickly approaching so you and your friends had decided to link up at someoneâs house before you were all inevitably holed up in your respective bedrooms for the next few days, studying for one exam or another.Â
Chanâs house was everyoneâs first (and only idea) due to the fact that he had a pool and he was nice enough to give in and host. You were excited to put yourself in a swimsuit for the first time in months and enjoy some of Chanâs momâs incredible cooking (she always asked you guys to stay for dinner).Â
You and the boys had already spent a lot of time in the pool, racing each other or playing volleyball on the little net Chan and Minho had set up before you guys got here. After having to listen to Changbin complain about his team being put in the deep end for a good hour, everyone was exhausted and had chosen their favorite pool floats or chairs to relax.Â
A shadow settled over you, blocking the sun from hitting your face. You furrowed your eyebrows in annoyance, opening your eyes to see what the cause was.
One of your best friends, Hyunjin, was smiling down at you.Â
âHey, sleepyhead, mind if I join?â
You were laid out on a huge raft in the shape of a swan. There was definitely room for two people, but you wanted to tease.
âBut Iâm so comfy,â you whined, pouting at him for extra good measure. âYouâre really gonna make me move?â
He knew what you were doing and decided to play along.
âFine!â
Hyunjin dove underwater, disappearing from view and making you a little nervous for whatever he planned on doing.
You felt pressure against your body through the bottom of the float, a warning push. Your stomach dropped, knowing what was about to happen. You wrapped your arms around the neck of the fake swan, hoping it would be enough to save you.
With one more push from Hyunjin, you tumbled into the water.
Naturally, this set off a full on war between you and Hyunjin that the other boys did not want to get involved in. You and the tall boy were ruthless when it came to teasing in general, let alone when you had a school yearâs worth of stress to let out.
You and Hyunjin were splashing, tackling, and throwing towels at each other much to the annoyance of the rest of your friends who were usually just as chaotic you guys but were not up for getting soaked right before lunch.
A few of the boys were too focused on dragging everyoneâs bags away from the pool and protecting your phones from the full-fledged battle happening in Chanâs backyard.
Once you tired yourselves out, resting against the edge of the pool, the origin of your fight came back to the front of your mind.
Your gaze shifted to the white swan floating at the other end of the pool, completely unbothered despite the havoc that was wreaked.
Hyunjin didnât catch on in time to stop you from getting your head-start but he was right behind you in no time, his long limbs making him too good of a swimmer for your ambitions.Â
Both of you reached the float at the same time, scrambling to get over the edge before the other could.
You watched as Hyunjin practically threw himself onto the float. He did it before you could, to be fair, but not by much. You had pushed yourself up already so it was too late to stop yourself from landing right on top of your best friend.
Your chests were pressed against each other, heaving after the effort you both put into the ordeal. Hyunjin had placed one of his hands on each of your hips in an attempt to cushion your fall and he still hadnât moved them, too tired to realize any implication.
The other boys had long escaped into the safety (and dryness) of Chanâs house, choosing a home-cooked meal over mediating the pool fight. It was just you and Hyunjin, breathing against each otherâs skin.
You raised yourself up on your elbows, about to make another snarky comment, but stopped when you made eye contact with the boy underneath you.
His long blond hair his was laid out around his head, sticking to his bare neck and shoulders. Your gaze flickered down to the tanned chest beneath you, looking back to his face before you got distracted by the water droplets on his defined stomach.Â
âOh, no!â Hyunjin joked. âYouâve got me pinned, please, have mercy!â
You stayed silent, gaze locked on his parted lips. He was still breathing hard and each breath pressed his chest against yours with the act.
Hyunjin was a little confused by your lack of response, expecting you to throw in any extra jab that you could at the boy before dragging him to join everyone else inside.Â
âYou know, I technically got to the float first after all. Donât I get a prize for winning?â
Your bent elbows keeping you from crushing him, you leaned down until your face was right above Hyunjinâs.
âWhat are you going to do to me?â He tried to continue the jokes but his tone was completely serious.
Your lips brushed against his, teasing. You took his bottom lip between your teeth before releasing it slowly.
Hyunjin shot up, his arms around your body being the only reason you didnât fall backward into the water, and caught your lips with his.
The two of you adjusted yourselves until you could successfully straddle the boy underneath you. You ignored the shifting of the pool float, too focused on the feeling of kissing your best friend to worry.
Your tongue swiped across Hyunjinâs lip, making him groan and part them to invite you in deeper. He tasted like lemonade and chlorine and you vowed to kiss him until you ended up tasting the same.
Hyunjin pulled your hips down against his own, letting you feel how hard he was, how much he was enjoying this. You gasped into his mouth and pressed your body closer to his. Rolling your hips against his, you let him feel the heat between your legs.
His grip on your body tightened, hands moving to cup your ass over your bathing suit. You allowed your hands to trail down his chest and stomach, tracing the lines of his muscles with your fingers.Â
You went a little lower and started to play with the string of Hyunjinâs swimsuit.
Hyunjin broke the kiss to start mouthing at your neck, sucking at the sensitive skin under your jawline.
âPlease keep going,â he pleaded.
You smiled, leaning into his touch and making quick work of the small knot keeping you from touching Hyunjin.
You slipped your hand under his waistband, rising up on your knees to have better access. Your fingers trailed the length of his hardness before wrapping around him and starting to pump.
Hyunjin sighed and buried his face in your chest. His thumbs were drawing circles on your back, making sparks shoot down your spine.
Your thumb swiped across the head of Hyunjinâs cock, collecting the beads of precum there to make the slide of your hand easier. You pumped his length slowly, wanting to see how long your best friend could last underneath you.
Hyunjin had started sucking bruises into the skin of your breasts, his long fingers playing with your nipples through the fabric covering them.
You threw your head back while your hand that was wrapped around Hyunjin sped up; you felt too good to think about teasing right now.
You cried out once Hyunjin started to bite at your skin, leaving light red marks amongst the purple ones. Hyunjin was fully hard now, the head of his cock a pretty pink color. You were thinking about how you could get him into your mouth when you were flipped over, your back landing against the pool float.
Hyunjin didnât waste any time before connecting your lips once again, swallowing the noises you were making thanks to the way he was rolling his hardness against your heat.Â
Your hands reached around to his hips to yank his swimsuit down, freeing his cock completely. It slapped against your pussy, bumping against your clit and making you whine.
Hyunjin traced your folds with his fingers, running them up and down your slit through your bathing suit.
âHyunjin,â you whined, pulling at his hair as he started working on your neck again, âplease just get your dick inside me.â
You felt him laugh against your skin, chuckling a few times yourself before the noise got stuck in your throat once Hyunjin slipped a finger inside of you. He hadnât taken your bathing suit off, just pushed it to the side, and the feeling of the fabric catching on your clit with every pump of his finger made you see stars.
You tipped your head back as more of his fingers joined the first one. You felt a rush of cold as your hair touched the water beneath the two of you.
âDo you think you could take me now? The water might make it-â
You were already grabbing his dick, sliding it between your folds as you looked up at him with another one of your pouts.
âOkay, okay, fine. Just tell me if it hurts.â
You smiled up at Hyunjin, getting one in return before he started lining himself up at your core.
You pulled him down to kiss you once he was fully inside you, wrapping your legs around him to pull him closer.
âOh my god,â you cried out after his cock brushed against that spot inside you. âHow do you already feel this good?â
Hyunjin smirked at the way you reacted to one of his thrusts.Â
âI was about to say the same thing about you, baby. When were you gonna tell me you had a pussy like this?â
âLike what?â You egged him on.
âYouâre so fucking tight, so fucking warm. I donât think Iâll be able to even look at anybody else without thinking about how good you feel.â
He went back down to kiss you again, rolling his hips into yours as he pressed your bodies together. His body moved like water, flowing seamlessly into yours as he took you apart with every drag of his cock inside your walls.
His lower stomach bumped into your clit with every movement of his body above yours. He was so big and deep inside of you that you swore you could feel him in your stomach. Hyunjinâs presence was overwhelming, you felt him all around you as he found a way to touch every sensitive part of your body at once.
His thrusts started to speed up. His skin slapped against yours as he rose up on his arms to get a better angle. You grabbed his wrist to ground yourself, trying to stay sane despite the mind-blowing feeling of Hyunjinâs body and everything it was doing to yours. The muscles in his arms looked amazing with how hard they were working to keep him upright.Â
The sun in the sky had dried the water off of his body, making his skin look soft and golden. You watched his face as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, brows furrowing in concentration as he tried to bring you both to climax. It hit you, then, that you didnât want this to be a one-time thing. How could you let this beautiful boy go after experiencing what he could do to you?
You reached up to push his blond hair out of his eyes, locking your gaze with his as his hips stuttered before slamming into yours one more time. You forced your eyes to stay open to watch Hyunjinâs face as he came, so tempted to lose yourself in the feeling of being filled.
He collapsed against you, breathing heavily like before, slipping his hand between your bodies to rub your clit.
âCome on, baby, you gotta cum for me. I wanna feel you cum.â
Your mouth fell open in a silent moan as you came, clutching Hyunjin to your body as he helped you ride out your orgasm. You felt him twitch inside of you and both of you whimpered.
You both fixed your bathing suits, collapsing side-by-side onto the swan float, trying to catch your breaths.
âHey! Are you guys finally done fighting? Chanâs mom wants to know what you want for dinner!â
Hyunjin and you looked at each other, squinting in the sun, and laughed so hard you almost tumbled into the water below.
I wanted to take the time to quickly say thank you once again for all of the love Iâve received through this page. Every like, reblog, follow, and even the support I cannot see like a simple blog visit means the world to me.
When I created this blog to post my writing, I never expected such a positive reaction. My writing style and subjects have changed somewhat through these four years, but my passion has not wavered and I am forever looking forward to sharing more of my works with you all.
My posting has always tended to be a bit sporadic but I am currently working on a new piece and hope you can forgive me for all the waiting youâve had to endure!
Please stay safe and healthy through these difficult times. Peace and love to all.
Recently, one of my works, âBehind the Scenesâ, reached 1,000 notes and I want to take the time to thank everyone who reads, likes, and shares my work. I have been writing on here for almost four years now and I canât believe the amount of love and support I have received from you all!
When I write, I allow myself to share my thoughts without a filter; I am free to say and think whatever I wish when I sit down and open a blank sheet on my laptop. The response to these unfiltered thoughts of mine is better than I ever wouldâve believed before I created this page.
Thank you, again! I hope you continue to enjoy my work!
A/N: This piece is very personal to me as I can relate to Jeongin and the readerâs predicament all too well. I used the song âAre You Bored Yet?â by Wallows to channel my feelings into this piece.
A bit hopeful, a bit desperate, and very angsty.
Thank you.
P.S. - You should listen to the song if you havenât already!
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Everyone was rooting for you and Jeongin.
You had gone to the same school since your elementary years which allowed for years and years of buildup to the relationship you found yourselves in your freshman year of high school. Sitting next to the same person everyday for an hour really does something to you and sometimes, it ends up making you confess to the boy who had become one of your best friends with a too-long text that still makes you cringe to this day.
The rest is history: first dates, first time holding hands, first kisses, first time meeting each otherâs parents.
First relationships.
It went smoothly at first; Jeongin was constantly buying you drinks from the school vending machine to surprise you at lunch (causing Felix to awww and Seungmin to gag) and you thanked him with cheek kisses and personal Spotify playlists of songs that made you think of him.
The two of you were becoming quite well-known at your high school; some of the teachers even heard about you two judging by the suspiciously sweet seating charts.
After almost two years of dating you canât even walk through your city without looking at a bench, a cafe, or a park that you and your boyfriend had spent hours at: giggling, talking, kissing when you thought no one was looking.Â
And that was exactly the problem.
You and Jeongin were running out of things to do.Â
There were no new experiences to be shared, no more boxes on the list to check off. The drinks Jeongin bought for you were starting to leave a bitter taste in your mouth, the songs you sent started to get repetitive.Â
You no longer had stories to tell each other, every noteworthy moment had been shared while anything dated before your relationship had already been recalled.
Gifts for anniversaries, birthdays, and Christmas were becoming awfully plain and thoughtless; Jeongin needed both hands to count how many perfume bottles sitting on his vanity were from you.Â
When Jeongin finally got his driverâs license you hoped this would begin a new, more lively chapter of your relationship. I mean, the possibilities were endless! You could go anywhere you pleased at any hour of the night without worrying about coordinating rides or getting back to your parents in time.
Instead, it birthed awkward silences that neither Jeonginâs older brother nor your dad were there to fill.Â
You had never felt so lonely in another personâs presence before.
The two of you tried, you really did! Jeongin could still make you blush with a compliment and the sweet sound of your laugh from one of his silly jokes was enough to get him to flash his signature smile that almost made you forget about the stagnancy of your relationship.Â
His touch still sent sparks down your spine; every press of his lips against yours or your hips against his kept the flame going, an infinite ember that never seemed to grow back into the blaze it once was.
The butterflies had escaped from your acidic stomach, leaving an emptiness that acted as a black hole, sucking in the feelings of excitement you once felt as soon as they reached you.
âWhatâs wrong?â
You turned your head, moving your gaze away from the car window and coaxing it over to your boyfriend, his eyes staying on the road.
You knew what you wanted to say, but not how to do it. How does one tell their boyfriend, their best friend, their first love that they were bored? Bored of going to Starbucks after school, bored of watching movies in their basement, bored of the good morning texts that were becoming increasingly familiar every time they read a ânewâ one.
âIâm just tired,â you lied, hoping to buy yourself some time to think of a better excuse.
âTired of me?âÂ
Your heart broke at the sound of your boyfriendâs voice, it was obvious that he had to force out the question.Â
âNever. Of course not.â
âTired of us, then?â
Jeonginâs knuckles were white as if he was clutching the steering wheel for dear life. His jaw was set, his eyes glossy.
His head stayed straight but you could tell that he was glancing at you out from the corner of his eyes. His gaze was pleading, Jeongin was begging you to tell the truth so that the two of you could be freeâfree of the lies, free of each other.
You shouldâve known that Jeongin would be able to tell how you felt. Sure, he probably felt the same way, but this boy had known you for years and spent a good portion of his life glued to your side. He knew you; he understood you. Thatâs why it was so hard to separate yourself from him, you suppose.Â
Who would want to give a connection like that up?
âI could never get sick of you, Innie,â you reached over to touch Jeonginâs shoulder, feeling him physically relax from your touch. âHowever, I am a little sick of going to the diner for dessert every night.â
It was a start, a slice of the truth. Maybe this slice would hold you guys over long enough to work up the nerve to open up all the way, maybe you could still make it out of this together.
The corner of Jeonginâs mouth quirked upwards. It wasnât his signature smile, but it was a start.
âWhy donât we go back to my house? We can⊠we can watch the sunset from the roof.â
It certainly wasnât anything new, but it sounded promising so you agreed.
The two of you spent longer on his roof than the stripes of orange and pink stayed in the sky, unable to think of anything else to suggest you two do.
You glanced down at you and your boyfriendâs intertwined hands and watched his thumb swipe across your skin.
You smiled before bringing your eyes back to the starry sky above you.
The constellations never changed and yet, you never seemed to tire of looking at them.
A while ago I sent you a message here with a request for Baekhyun and said you were one of my favorite writers ever (Still true!) and today I finished reading your "Habit" one shot with Hyunjin and after having such a good read I got emotional thinking how my favorite writer followed me in stanning this guy! It's funny how I came for BBH (I still stan him tho!) and stayed for Hyunjin, life is crazy and i feel lucky. Thank you for writing so beautifully, I truly love and appreciate your work! â€ïž
This is so sweet! My focus on this blog has definitely shifted from one group to another as time has gone by, but Iâm happy to know that you guys can still find enjoyment in things Iâve posted in the past as well as my newer content!
I really do enjoy writing for Hyunjin; he seems like such an emotional person that feels deeply and getting to explore that concept and channel it into the way I write him is quite the experience. Of course, I donât truly know what he is like, but I think that my writing shows a pretty consistent characterization of him!
Itâs funny how life works out, weâre in this together.
Can you write something where Hyunjin and reader broke up a year ago or so, but they keep running into each other at the supermarket or while doing other little errands and they eventually start to talk again. But then feelings are caught again and one of them's scared that everything will break once more but the other is ready to risk it all bc "you're worth it, we're worth it" idk wbbfne lowkey got all up in my feelings for this one sorry. your writing's amazing đ
This request is on my radar and I will make sure to begin working on it as soon as I can.
Iâm so happy that you enjoy my writing and I hope I can do your request justice!
will there be a part 2 to sparkle? i loved it đ„șđ
I didnât plan on writing a part two, necessarily, but would any of you be interested in more prom related things maybe? If itâs more Changbin you want, I can definitely deliver on that front!
Hey!! I just found your latest work under chanâs hashtags and oh my godddd .. that might be the best smut iâve ever read so far!! please donât be insecure about your writing and continue like this because i donât see what you can fix about it!! keep it goingđ
Reading this ask made my night â thank you so much for these encouraging words.
Iâm glad you enjoyed âWhat Friends Are Forâ!
Sexual content: protected sex (oral sex, fingering, slight degradation meant as friendly-ish banter). Swearing. FWB.
A/N: Hi, loves! Over a year ago, I posted a scenario called âNot Like Thatâ on this blog that was kinda-sorta a FWB!Chan scenario; I was asked to write another piece with that same concept so... here it finally is!
On another note, Iâve been feeling a tad insecure about my writing lately. I feel as though my writing isnât as stylistic as it used to be and Iâm worried that the quality is not as high as before either. If you wouldn't mind sending me your thoughts on this specific piece (negative or positive), I would love to hear from you!
Thank you.
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âWas it really that bad?â
You and your best friend, Chan, were sitting cross-legged on the tiny twin bed tucked into a corner of his bedroom.
He had invited you over after receiving an SOS text attached to your name alerting him to the fact that you had had an absolutely dreadful night and needed to see him.
Chan was under the impression you had been mugged or crashed your car or something, he never wouldâve guessed that the reason you were cradling your head in your hands on top of his bed was actually because you âjust had the worst sex of your lifeâ.
âHe couldnât even get it inside me Chan! Even my vagina knew it was a bad idea.â
It took everything in Chan not to burst out laughing, knowing you needed comfort and not teasing.
âHeâs been hyping himself up for weeks, you know, texting me shit that was so good even you would blush. I thought, hey! Thereâs no way anyone who promises to ârock my shit so hardâ I âwonât be able to think about any other cock for the rest of my lifeâ was actually bad in bed, right? Well, I was sorely mistaken!â
If you were talking about any other subject Chan mightâve laughed about your use of air quotes but right now, he found his throat was a little too tight to force out a sound.
âI was expecting some crazy stuff and thatâs why I went over in the first place. This week has been so stressful for me and all I wanted⊠all I wanted was to fucking cum! Is that too much to ask?â
âHe didnât make you cum?â
You finally lifted your head to look at your best friend with a pout and your signature puppy dog eyes to match. You shook it once to the right and once to the left before flinging yourself back down against Chanâs bed, the expensive comforter enveloping you in comfort.
âMaybe I couldâve been a little more verbal about what I wanted but I was so stunned by his incompetence that I couldnât even bring myself to tell him that he was rubbing about an inch too high for me to really feel anything.â
You sat up, leaning back on your arms.
âDo guys just not know where the clit is?â
If it wasnât for the way Chan choked on air after hearing your question, you wouldâve been completely oblivious to the effect your words were having on your best friend.
âI do,â Chan answered simply.
You flopped back onto the boyâs incredibly comfortable bed, smiling softly at the way his pillows smelled exactly like him.
Said boy crawled across his bed so he could sprawl out next to you, your body shifting so your head could lean on Chanâs shoulder.Â
âThanks for letting me come over by the way. And not kicking me out once I started talking about my vagina.â
Your bodyâs proximity to Chan let you feel as well as hear his laugh. His broad shoulders shook with the noise and you could see the way his defined stomach tightened with the effort. Your eyes were glued to the white stripe of exposed skin, the color standing out against the black of his clothing.Â
With your head tucked into the curve where his neck and shoulder met, all you could feel was your best friend. The smell of his cologne overwhelmed your senses; the familiar scent released some of the tension in your body that had built up over your hectic week.
Chan rolled over on his side and looked down at your body tucked into his own.
He grinned, a gesture that made you smile back, and you forgot all about incompetent boys and wasted nights. You did not, however, forget about the knot in your stomach which was becoming more and more prominent the longer Chan looked at you like that.
âWhat else are friends for?â He smiled.
His hushed words made your core ache and wetness pool between your legs. You prayed that he didnât notice the way you clenched your thighs together to try and find some relief.
âI can do it, you know.â
You scrunched your eyebrows together, a silent request for him to explain what he meant.
âI can make you cum.â
You froze. All of a sudden, Chanâs plump lips seemed a lot closer to yours than before, his shoulders broader as they rose up from the bed beneath the two of you. Your gaze fell downwards, finding strong arms that were just begging to hold you and hands that promised to feel delicious against your skin. Would he be gentle with you? Or would his fingers leave purple imprints in your thighs that you could trace the morning after?
You were snapped out of your daydreaming when you heard Chan start apologizing, he was avoiding your gaze.
âIâm so sorry, I didnât mean to blurt that out like that. You just sound so upset and stressed and I canât stand to see you like this without offering to help-â
âChannie.â He stopped his rant and brought his eyes back to yours.Â
âDo you want to help me?â
He nodded and your lips were on his in an instant.
Your fingers tangled themselves in his curly hair, pulling his mouth into yours and holding him there. His lips were as soft as they looked, moving against yours in a passionate dance.Â
Chan shifted his body in order to press his body against yours, grazing your outer thigh with his hand before clutching the sheets next to your head to regain his balance.
He ground his hips into yours, taking advantage of the way your mouth opened in a moan to swipe his tongue against yours.Â
You bent your legs to cage Chanâs body in, holding him in place as you rocked your hips into his, chasing after the delicious friction his hard-on provided for your clothed heat.
A sigh left your parted lips as Chan began a trail of open-mouthed kisses along the side of your neck. You kept a hand in his hair and gave slight tugs of approval whenever his lips met a particularly sensitive patch of skin; your other hand snuck under his t-shirt and started to trail up his back, the muscles flexing in response to your gentle touch.
Chan reached your collarbone, leaving feather-light kisses across it before latching his lips onto the skin there and sucking.
Your nails dug themselves into his back as you gasped.Â
You hoped he was leaving marks; you wanted to remember what happened tonight, that Chan was making you feel like this, that Chan was making your body ache and feel and want.Â
The boy on top of you pulled his lips off of you with a pop, rising on his arms to look down at you.Â
You both simply looked at each other, taking in what you had just done together.Â
Your hand came up to cup one side of your best friendâs face, you smiled when he leaned into the touch.
âYouâre good at this,â you told him. It was a bit embarrassing, sure, but that wasnât really your concern right now.
Chan seemed to like the compliment regardless, his eyes formed little half-moons as he giggled. He turned his face to the side, just enough to kiss the palm of your hand.
âYouâre not so bad yourself.â
You found yourself distracted by the movement of his lips; they were red and glossy (because of you) and they caught the light of Chanâs desk lamp every time he opened his mouth.
Your hand left Chanâs cheek but stayed close enough to touch him. You brought your thumb to his bottom lip, slowly tracing the curve with your finger.
You released his lip at the same time that Chan dove down to get your lips back on his.Â
You arms wrapped around Chanâs shoulders and tried to pull him as close to you as possible; your hands tugged at his t-shirt to try and pull it over his head.
Chan sat up to take his shirt off while you took this opportunity to straddle him once he flung the offensive fabric elsewhere. Chanâs eyes were blown wide when he found you on top of him but he recovered quickly, wrapping his arms around your waist and keeping you steady.
You whimpered with each roll of your hips into his, a new wave of pleasure flowing through you every time his arousal met yours.
Chan started to slip his fingers under the hem of your shirt, his thumb drawing small circles into the soft skin he found there, when you pulled back for a breath. He misunderstood the action, taking it as a sign of reluctance, a sign of regret.
âDo you want to slow down?â
It was no surprise to you that Chan was putting your wants ahead of his own; he had always had a protective instinct, especially when it came to you, and his kind heart was one of your favorite parts of him.
You stayed silent, wrapping your hands around his own to bring them farther up your shirt. He took over for you, placing his hands on your chest and cupping your breasts. He swiped his thumbs across your nipples through the fabric covering them, making you sigh into his touch.
While Chan was distracted, your attention fell from his pretty face to his broad shoulders and smooth chest. Your fingers traced the path your eyes were taking, dipping and curving into the definition of his stomach. His skin was so clear and smooth, protecting the strength that lie underneath.
You felt Chanâs gaze on you and looked up to meet it.
âWhat?â You tried to play it off.
âYou were staring.â
âWas not!âÂ
Chan raised his eyebrows in a way that called you out on your bullshit.
You blushed, leaning forward to hide your face in his shoulder.
âI canât help it,â you whined, âyouâre so handsome Channie, always have been. My best friend is so handsome,â you repeated, starting to leave innocent kisses up the column of his neck.
A soft laugh escaped Chanâs lips (he was never good at taking compliments) as his hands came back to the hem of your shirt. You pulled away from his neck and raised your arms so he could pull the fabric off of your body. You reached around your body to undo your bra before Chan crawled back on top of you, pressing your back into the bed.
âLet me do what I said I would, okay? Tonightâs going to be about you.â
He started kissing a path between your breasts down to your stomach while his hands remained on your chest, rolling your nipples between his fingers.
You arched into his touch, threading your fingers back into his hair and tugging on the soft curls every time his teeth grazed your skin or his tongue circled the peaks on your chest.Â
Chan finally reached the waistband of your jeans and took his time undoing your zipper.
Your squeezed your thighs together instinctively and whined when Chan stopped his movements for a split second, entranced by the movement.
âSomeoneâs impatient,â he joked, pulling your jeans down your legs.
âCan you blame me? Youâre literally taking forever.â
âI canât believe youâre trying to argue with me while my face is between your legs.â
You opened your mouth to speak but you instantly forgot what you wanted to say once you felt Chan place a kiss on your clothed heat, mouthing at the fabric of your underwear.
âYouâre so wet⊠Jesus Christ, Y/N.â
Chan swiped his fingers across the pool of arousal, his lips parting in disbelief.
âThatâs what youâre doing to me, Chan, thatâs how much I need you,â you pleaded.
Your underwear was off in an instant. You felt Chanâs hands grip your thighs and push them up so your legs were bent; the stretch made your core clench in anticipation and your hips jerked upwards, almost coming in contact with Chanâs perfect lips.
He smirked, meeting your desperate gaze before craning his neck to place a kiss on your clit.Â
Your hands shot out beside you, gripping the bedsheets in an attempt to ground yourself while Chan ate you out like you were his last meal. His hands kept your legs spread as he devoured you; every swipe of his tongue brought a new wave of wetness flooding out of your core that was greedily collected by his lips. He sucked lightly on the sensitive skin, tongue delving as deep as it could reach into your core.
One of your hands left your side to go to his head, trying to keep his mouth where you needed it most.
Chan didnât appreciate the gesture; his hand left your thigh to pull yours out of his hair, lacing your fingers together as his other hand went to join his mouth at your core. One of his fingers slipped inside of you easily, a second joining it soon after.
You cried out shamelessly when Chan curled his fingers inside of you, hitting your upper wall in just the right way.Â
All the pent up frustration from the weak was trickling down your spine and pooling in your lower stomach, the pressure increasing with every stroke of Chanâs fingers.
It was almost too late when you decided this wasnât how you wanted to finish; you didnât want fingers, you wanted Chan and you prayed that he wanted you too.
You reached over to his bedside table, trying your best to stay focused on the task at hand while a beautiful boy was still tucked between your legs.
Once Chan had felt you wiggling around to reach the drawer he had stopped his movements (feeling a little insulted) and looked up to see what you found so interesting about his bedroom furniture.
Your fingers finally found what they were looking for; you pulled the foil packet out of Chanâs drawer and held it out to him.
âDo you want to?â The packet shone like the wetness on Chanâs chin.
Chan took the condom from you, considering your question.
âYou want me to fuck you?â
âPlease?â
His hands left your body and went to his jeans; the remaining slick on his fingers left darkened trails on the fabric.
âIs one guy not enough for you?â
âWhat?â
Chan sat back to pull his pants off the rest of the way.
âYouâve already had one dick inside of you tonight and now youâre begging for another one.â
Your eyes narrowed as you glared at your best friend. You knew he was just trying to rile you up, but you decided to bite back.
âAre you just stalling because you donât think you can make me cum?â
âExcuse me?â
âYou werenât complaining a second ago when your fingers were inside me but all of a sudden I hand you a condom and all your confidence has disappeared⊠poof!â
Chan took your hand in his and brought it towards his body, stopping when your fingers rested around the waistband of his underwear.
âI think youâll find that I have more than enough confidence.â
You ignored his comment and instead brought your attention to the hard length that was still partially hidden from view.
Your fingers traced the outline of Chanâs shaft, smirking when you heard him groan and squeezing his cock through the fabric to see if you could hear that noise again.
You looked up at Chan, asking for permission as you hooked your fingers in his waistband.
He nodded and your hand was wrapped around him in an instant while the other tried pushing the rest of the fabric away from the most beautiful cock you have ever seen in your life.
Chanâs dick was curved against his hard stomach with its rosy tip leaking all over your hand, making your ministrations up and down the length that much easier. You swiped your thumb over the head, making Chan shudder.
You found yourself being pushed backwards by two hands on your shoulders; you let it happen as this angle gave you the best view of the needy boy in front of you.
Chan yanked his underwear off before he rolled the condom on and moved to hover above you. You smiled at him and rose your head up a few inches so you could peck his lips.
He nuzzled his nose into your neck, making you giggle, and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pressing his bare chest to yours.
You felt his cock against your thigh, heavy and hard with the same need that had you dripping onto your best friendâs bedsheets.
âDo you still want me?â Chan whispered, searching your face for any sign of hesitation.
âOf course,â you replied.
He pressed his forehead against yours while he reached to position himself, pressing his body into yours until you two were closer than you ever had been before.
You felt so full with Chan inside of you that you could barely breathe; you wanted to cry when he began to pull out, not enjoying the emptiness, and you almost screamed when his hips shot forward to send his cock back into your warmth.
Chan spread your legs wide, placing his hands on either side of your waist so he could hold himself up while he pounded into you.Â
You gripped his biceps, trying to ground yourself and focus on something outside of the pleasure Chan was bringing you. Each one of his thrusts sent a bolt of electricity up your spine that made you dig your nails into his skin to try and handle the feeling.
The boy above you dropped down to his forearms, bringing his face closer to yours as you panted into each otherâs mouths. He had started to roll his hips into yours, grinding his lower stomach into your clit every time he moved.
Your nerves were on fire. Every speck of skin that touched Chanâs was ablaze, a fire was growing in your stomach and stretching across you and Chan, swallowing you whole.
The muscles in your thighs were flexing uncontrollably as your stomach clenched and your back arched; the release you so desperately craved was right there.
âChan,â you cried out, unable to say much more.
He understood anyways, though, reaching between your bodies to circle your clit with his thumb while his hips restarted their incessant pounding into yours.
You threw your head back in a silent scream as you came. You could only feel Chan deep inside of you as he helped you ride out your orgasm, his cock stretching and filling your walls in a way that no one else had before.
Chan thrust his cock into your heat one more time, groaning as he came, trying to get himself as deep inside you as he could.
He collapsed on top of you, your hearts pounding against each other underneath flushed and sweaty skin.
âI told you I could do it.â
You and Chan laughed as you held each other and came down from your highs.
A/N: One of the lines Changbin says in this piece came to me... maybe a year ago? And I decided to base this drabble around it! COVID-19 ruined many plans for people around the world these past few months, including my cousinâs junior prom, so that is why I decided to center this drabble around prom!
Stay healthy.
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âItâs what you wanted, thatâs for sure.â
You shrugged off your best friendâs comment and continued checking yourself out in the mirror.
The two of you seemed to pick the one store everyone else did to go prom-dress shopping in (so much for it being a âhidden gemâ) so your reflection was hardly alone in the glass, but your eyes were glued to the fabric on your skin.
The neckline flattered the swell of your chest while the waistline cut you in just the right way, achieving the hourglass figure that would look decadent in all of your photos. The skirt swayed with every movement of your legs, alluding to the mystery of your body that the looser fit was maintaining.
It sparkled like the night sky, a black so deep and dark the harsh lighting of the boutique couldnât even hope to reflect off of it.Â
âYou know that necklace of mine? The one I wore to homecoming freshman year? How do you think it would look with this?â
âShouldnât you look at the price tag before you move on to accessories?â Felix advised.
He stepped closer as to join your reflection and looked you up and down.
âWhat am I saying, it should be illegal for them to not sell this to you.â
You turned to face the real Felix, your smile beaming in a way your beautiful dress never could. Felix didnât want to risk getting any glitter stuck to him for a hug, so he stood on his toes to bypass the platform you were standing on and peck your cheek, pulling a giggle from your lips.
âI know that itâs⊠different⊠but do I still look good? Will I get the reaction I want?â
At your guysâ school, any student going to the prom who wanted to participate was allowed to walk across the auditorium stage in front of any parents, siblings, or fellow students who decided to show up. It was a way for couples to show off their union, lone wolves to express their confidence, and friends to hype each other up.
For you, however, you wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to show off. You knew how selfish it sounded but you were just aching to feel beautiful. You wanted you and your dress to be the one everyone talked about, the one that made everyone ask the person next to you if they know who you were.
Felix didnât even bother looking at the dress again before giving his final verdict.
âChangbin is gonna love it.â
âwhat time should I pick you up for pics?â
The words flashed on your screen while you were scrolling through Instagram, your hair being styled by the nice man behind you.Â
You smiled before opening your messages, scrolling through the group chat you had with your friends to find the agreed-upon time before screenshotting it and sending it to Changbin.
You were teasing him a little because you knew he never read the prom group chat but you were certain he wouldnât take any offense.
âhaha, very funnyâ
Your hair stylist noticed your smile this time and caught your gaze in the mirror.
âCan I see a picture?â
You tried to relax your muscles to keep from smiling any bigger as you scrolled through your camera roll for a good picture of Changbin. You found one from the homecoming game; Felix, Chan, and (most importantly) Changbin came to see you cheer with your squad.Â
âIf youâre going to skip the pep rally like always then your only chance to see our routine will be at the game! You have to go.â
A little pout of your lips and Changbin was sold, even if he kept up his uninterested front.
The photo was lit up by the Friday Night Lights behind you, leaning on the fence while the boys surrounded you from the other side. You knew you also had a video of you throwing one of your pom-poms at Felix after he very loudly told Changbin to stand next to his girl, but you decided to keep that one to yourself.
The photo got a nod of approval once Changbin was pointed out and you slipped your phone under the poncho protecting your clothes from the stylistâs work, tucking it under your thigh.
âYour dress is the black one right? The one that sparkles?â
Your beaming smile returned and you confirmed his memory.
He fluffed your hair around, teasing some of it with his fingers as he put some finishing touches on it.
âThen I have just the thing!â
Changbin showed up to your house a few minutes early to allow for your parents to get a few photos of their own (photos which he sheepishly asked you to send to him) and then you were off to Chanâs house for group photos.
Besides a casual nod in response to a âdoesnât she look beautiful?â from your mom, Changbin hadnât made a single comment about your appearance. It was a bit disappointing but you were used to Changbinâs too cool attitude by now and had learned to enjoy the little expressions of affection.
You perked up in the passenger seat, a realization hitting you.
âChangbin,â you wanted him to look at you.
He caught your gaze for a moment before his attention returned to the road in front of him.
âYou look really handsome.â
You studied his face so you could watch the heat rise to the skin of his cheeks, he looked so pretty when he blushed.
A smile was your reward this time, plus a hand on your thigh followed by a slight squeeze.
Now it was your cheeksâ turn to redden, your hands coming up to press against them to try and cool them.
Verbally, you were miles ahead of Changbinâs communication skills, but he would always be a step ahead of you physically. The two of you balanced each other out and had learned to meet each other in the middle.
Changbin parked on the side of the road in front of Chanâs house, seeing as how the driveway was already full of cars as well as Jisung and Minho, seemingly arguing at each other.
âOh, come on! That time was totally on purpose!â
âIâm not trying to poke you, you just wonât stop fucking moving!â
You hustled as best you could in your heels to try and see what was going on, hoping to diffuse the situation.
âI told you this was a stupid idea, Jisung, this is why girls are supposed to put them on.â
âWell neither of us have dates, asshole! So until you find me a girl to pin this to my fucking jacket instead of your clumsy ass-â
Minho turned away from his makeshift date to watch you finish your walk up the driveway, the clicking of your heels against the asphalt giving you away.
âY/N! You look gorgeous! Did you put glitter in your hair?â
You smiled at Minho before giving him a nudge, taking the boutonniĂšre from his hand and standing in front of Jisung.
âSo do the two of you, I think the blood on Sungieâs tux really brings out his eyes,â you teased.
This set off another argument between Minho and Jisung and as they didnât have the decency to wait until you werenât standing right between them with a needle in your hands, you understood immediately why your fidgety friends were having such a hard time before you got there.
âCan the two of you shut up so Y/N can help?â
Two heads snapped in Changbinâs direction as you took this opportunity to finish your job.
âAwww,â Jisung started.
âIs Changbin trying to protect his girlfriend?â Minho finished.
You couldnât snuff out the heat rising to your cheeks this time with your hands attached to the lapel in front of you, but you tried your absolute best to stifle your laugh. Tried.
You and Changbinâs relationship had been a long time coming and the rest of the boys loved teasing the two of you (but mostly Changbin, really) whenever affection was involved. It didnât bother you and Changbin always remained unfazed, so the boys took that as a green light.
âGuys! Come on,â Jeongin whined. âMy hair isnât going to stay in this position for much longer!â
You went as fast as your heels allowed up Chanâs steep driveway with the boys right there beside you. Jeongin, the youngest of your friend group, was everyoneâs weakness.
You squeezed into Hyunjinâs side, whispering apologies for any glitter that might get on him or his date standing in front of him.
Changbin came up behind you, wrapping his strong arms around your waist, and pulled you into his body so that he could bring his pink lips directly in front of your ear.
âYou look beautiful in black.â
âY/N! Changbin! Save the kissing for after prom!â
