Just a small one that has been stuck on my drafts for a month.
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You come home exhausted. You've been out the whole day. All you can think about is how your boyfriend Anton is waiting for you at home—he already texted that he's waiting for you because he ordered takeout.
The moment you enter, Anton is up and ready, greeting you at the door.
"You're home!!" he says excitedly.
You smile up at him. He grabs your face in his hands and squeezes your cheeks. "My pretty baby."
Then he proceeds to peck you all over the face—your forehead, your nose, your cheeks, your chin—and all you can do is giggle at the affection.
"You're so cuddly and cute today, Toni," you say, hugging his tall frame.
"It's 'cause I missed you, baby." He smiles and leans in for a kiss.
The kiss is slow, and you both smile into it.
"Let me go get dressed? And then we can eat?" you say.
You pull away and start walking toward the bedroom—but Anton attaches himself to your back and walks with you, literally glued to you.
You laugh and look back. "Baby, I'm only gonna go change clothes."
warnings & content — MDNI, explicit sexual content, makeup room hookup, public/semi-public (locked door), boob man shotaro, cleavage staring, tension, power dynamics (switch), dom/sub undertones, dirty talk, pet names, oral (f receiving), fingering, breast/nipple play, titjob, cum on chest/face, marking, slight aftercare, kissing.
note — #needthat #gottahavethat #onechance
First post after being gone for a month. Who cheered? Okay I hope this is good cause I haven’t written in weeks 😭
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Shotaro prides himself on being a respectful man. Really, he does. But sometimes, it's hard.
You make it hard.
Shotaro has encountered many hot women in his life, but there's something about you that makes it difficult for him to control himself.
It's roughly 6 AM, and Shotaro is sitting in the makeup chair. It's just you and him alone in the makeup room because only Shotaro has a schedule this early.
6 AM, and he's trying to fight for his life not to get hard in front of you.
Why? Because well… Shotaro is a boob man. And you're standing right in front of him in a low tank top, your chest practically at his eye level while you do his makeup.
Shotaro keeps looking down at his lap, desperately trying to avoid looking at your cleavage.
"Shotaro, I need you to look up. I can't do your makeup like this," you say, trying to nudge his head upward.
"Oh, sorry. Right." He looks up—only to be met with your chest again. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes.
That's when you notice. The small shifts of him trying to adjust. The way he keeps avoiding keeping his head up.
You smirk to yourself.
"I need you to open your eyes. I need to do your waterline."
He sighs and finally opens his eyes. He tries everything not to get worked up… but fails when you start getting closer to him.
You lean down to his ear. "You know… you can look. I don't mind." You smirk and pull away.
He visibly gulps. "What?"
"I know you're trying not to look, Sho. It's okay. I don't mind. It's not your fault they're right in front of you."
"I don't wanna be disrespectful," he says, looking into your eyes.
"What if I want you to?" You smirk down at him.
He gets up so he stands taller than you.
"You serious?" he asks, voice dangerously low.
You suddenly feel small. No longer in control. His stance has changed, and you give him a small nod.
"I need words, pretty girl. You had a lot to say two minutes ago."
"Yes. I'm serious."
He starts getting closer until you're trapped between the vanity and him.
"Good. 'Cause I've been waiting a long time to do this."
He kisses you.
You're taken by surprise but melt into it immediately. He grabs the back of your head and deepens the kiss. You whimper against his lips, and that's when he grabs you by the waist and hoists you onto the vanity.
He then puts his hand on your chest and squeezes softly, making you moan into the kiss.
“Shotaro… we’re in public.”
“I can lock the door, baby. No one can come in then.”
You nod, and before walking away he says, “Go lay down on the sofa.”
You obey his command while he locks the door.
When he turns back around, there you are on the couch, your shirt already off, leaving only your skirt and bra on display.
“Fuck,” he mumbles under his breath.
He walks over to you slowly. “Lay down.”
You obey again, lying back against the sofa. Your skirt rides up slightly, giving him a glimpse of your soaked panties.
“Already this wet for me? I haven’t even started yet.”
You blush at his words.
“So cute,” he murmurs. “All red and ready for me.”
He leans down to kiss you again before trailing kisses down your neck. As he does, he reaches behind you and unhooks your bra.
“Fuck, look at them,” he groans softly. “Always wanted to see you like this… all pretty for me. Nipples hard the second I touch you.”
“Fuck, Sho… do something,” you whine, grinding your hips into the air impatiently.
He takes one nipple into his mouth while one of his hands moves down to your panties, rubbing circles over your clit through the fabric.
You moan loudly, fingers tangling in his hair. “Fuck, Taro… don’t stop.”
He gives your nipple one last flick with his tongue before lowering himself between your thighs.
He pushes your skirt up and kisses your core through your panties before finally pulling them down.
“Look at you,” he murmurs. “So wet for me, baby.”
He pushes one finger inside you, and at the same time attaches his mouth to your clit, teasing at first—licking and nibbling lightly.
“Don’t—fuck—don’t tease, please—”
He finally starts sucking properly on your clit while adding another finger, curling them slowly, searching for that spot he knows will ruin you.
When he finds it, you moan his name a little too loudly.
“You need to be quiet for me if you want me to continue, cutie,” he says against your skin. “Can’t have people trying to barge in, okay?”
You nod quickly, throwing your head back against the couch in pleasure.
He keeps going, fingers scissoring inside you while he switches between sucking and licking your clit.
“I’m cumming—fuck—Shotaro, keep going—”
The knot in your stomach tightens before finally snapping.
You release around his fingers with a shaky moan.
“Fuck… you taste delicious,” he murmurs before getting up to kiss you. You can taste yourself on his lips.
You start to sit up.
“Where are you going?” he asks.
“I wanna do something for you too.”
“I have another idea, cutie.”
You look at him, confused.
He unzips his pants and takes himself out. Your eyes immediately drop to him and you instinctively reach over, stroking him slowly. He throws his head back with a groan.
“Lay down, baby.”
You look confused again, but obey anyway.
He grabs both your hands and places them on your chest. “Hold them together,” he says softly. “And spit in my hand.”
You do as he says, and he uses it to stroke himself, mixing with the precum already leaking from him before sliding himself between your chest.
“Fuuuck… they feel so good.”
As he moves between them, he pinches one of your nipples again.
You moan and tilt your head back, pressing yourself together tighter for him.
“You look so pretty like this,” he groans. “Me fucking your tits… Bet you wanted to suck me too, huh? We’ll save that for another time. Let me enjoy this first.”
He keeps going, pace gradually getting faster.
“I’m gonna cum—fuck—where do you—”
“My chest and face—fuck—”
The second the words leave your mouth, he groans your name and releases all over your chest and face.
The two of you collapse onto the couch afterward, breathless.
He wipes your face gently before leaning in to kiss you again.
“We should probably get dressed,” you mumble. “I still need to finish your makeup.”
He smiles and nods. “Sure… but don’t think I’m done with you today,” he says with a smirk.
And honestly?
You have a feeling this is only the beginning of something very fun.
Hey everyone!! I will start updating soon!! I already have drafts!! Also can tell you guys that I have 3 RIIZE series in the works! One with Riize as mythical creatures, one with motogp content and the other one is a surprise!
Please send me requests, I have a lot of ideas to write but I also like to get out of my comfort zone once in a while! For Riize and ATEEZ for now!
Thank u for waiting for me to comeback! The updates might be slow cause im kinda of busy but i will try to update once every week!
content — established relationship, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, smut, explicit sexual content, body image issues, family criticism, insecurities, crying, soft dom anton, praise kink, body worship, oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, aftercare, pet names (baby, love, Toni), protective boyfriend, emotional vulnerability, minors DNI!!!
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Going to lunch with your family is either the best or the worst time ever. Best? Because you're with people you haven't seen in a long time. The worst? Someone always has to make some type of comment about your appearance.
"You gained weight."
"Honey, look at your eyebags—you need to sleep."
"That skirt is not working out for you."
You've been dealing with these types of comments your whole life at these events. The worst part is that you never talk back because you always tell yourself they're just bitter people with nothing else to do in their lives, and you won't be affected by them. But the truth? You always come home, stand in front of the mirror, look at yourself, and start pointing out even more flaws.
You never mentioned this to your boyfriend, Anton. You've been dating for eight months and live together. He's met your parents but never the whole family. You're scared that if he hears these things, he'll start looking at what they're pointing out too. He does wonder why you never take him to these events, but he's never really asked—hoping that one day you'll invite him.
He hears you enter the apartment.
"Hey! You're home!" He gets up from the sofa, beaming at the sight of you.
You force a smile toward him while he helps you take off your jacket and bag and hangs them in the entryway.
"How was the lunch, baby?"
"It was normal. Same old. Everyone was the same," you try to sound cheery. "Toni, I'm just going to change clothes and I'll be with you in a minute, okay?"
"Sure, love. I'll look for a movie while you change." He kisses your cheek.
You go into your shared room and start changing. Soon you're down to just your undergarments, standing in front of the mirror, over-analyzing your body. You take a closer look and trace your tired eyebags, searching for every flaw they pointed out—and then some. You don't even notice the tear that slips down your cheek.
Anton glances at his phone and realizes you've been in the room for a while. You usually change pretty fast. So he gets up and heads toward the bedroom.
There you are. In front of the mirror. Crying.
He comes up behind you, places his hands on your hips, and gently turns you around. You were so focused on criticizing yourself that you didn't even hear him come in.
He cups your face in his hands and kisses your tears away. "What's going on, love? Talk to me."
"How do you even like me? When I look like this?" You look down at the floor.
Anton is taken aback. "What? Baby, where is this coming from?"
"I just feel ugly, Anton." You turn back to the mirror. "Look at me. I'm full of flaws." Another tear slips out.
"Okay, no. I won't allow you to say these things about yourself. Everyone has flaws and insecurities, but this isn't random. What happened at lunch?" He turns you around again, wiping the tears with his thumbs.
You forget that Anton can read you like an open book.
You take a shaky breath. "It's always the same thing, Toni. I go to these things and all I hear is criticism. 'Oh, that skirt doesn't work for you right now, you must have gained weight.' Or 'You need to invest in a new concealer, honey. You don't want your boyfriend seeing you with those eyebags.'"
He wipes your tears gently. "Baby… breathe. Look at me." He grabs your chin and makes you meet his eyes. "Those people are dumb. I'm sorry—I know they're your family—but they have no right to say those things to you."
He turns you around so you're facing the mirror again. "Look in the mirror, love."
You don't want to. You're afraid you'll just start crying all over again.
He lowers his head and whispers in your ear. "Please, baby? For me?" He nudges your chin upward with his finger.
You finally look.
"You know what I see?" he says softly, his eyes meeting yours in the reflection. "I see the gorgeous woman I fell in love with."
He pauses.
"I see your eyes." He looks at them through the mirror. "Your beautiful eyes that always look at me full of love and happiness."
"I see your cute nose." He boops it lightly. "And your cheeks… the ones that give me cuteness aggression every time I look at you." He kisses each one.
"I see your lips." His thumb brushes over them. "One of my favorite features on you." He traces them with his fingertip. "These beautiful lips I get to kiss every day." He kisses you softly.
"I see this neck." He caresses it, then presses a kiss to it. "And these arms—these beautiful arms that I always want to be wrapped around me."
"I see your chest and your curves—the ones that always drive me crazy." His hands slide down to your stomach, then rest on your hips. "And these thighs… the ones I love to be between." He kisses your neck again, slower this time.
"Let me show you how beautiful you are." he whispers "Let me worship you, baby."
His lips brush your ear.
"Can I?"
You just nod.
He leads you over to the bed, never breaking the kiss. He lays you down gently and just looks at you for a second.
“Fuck… you’re so pretty. It’s insane.”
He helps you sit up just enough to take your bra off, then leans in again, kissing along your neck. One hand comes up to your chest, squeezing softly while his fingers flick over your nipple, pulling a moan from your lips.
He lays you back down and pecks your lips before moving lower, kissing down your neck, your collarbones, your chest. One hand stays on your breast while his mouth focuses on the other—licking, then sucking your nipple slowly, sensually.
“So fucking perfect…”
He continues downward, leaving a trail of kisses along your stomach. He takes his time, pressing soft kisses and light love bites along your thighs, hands gently caressing your calves.
Finally, he hovers over your clothed core.
His fingers trace the lace of your panties. “These look really cute on you, baby… but they’d look better on the bedroom floor.”
You let out a small laugh.
He slides them off slowly, then leans down, pressing a kiss to your core. You sigh at the contact. His tongue runs along your slit before flattening against you, moving slowly, deliberately—like he’s savoring every second.
“Fuck… you taste so good,” he murmurs, glancing up at you. “Look at you… so pretty for me. Let me hear you.”
He slips a finger inside you.
“Anton—” you moan, gripping the sheets.
He adds another finger, curling them just right, hitting that spot that makes your breath hitch. At the same time, he returns to your clit, sucking gently.
“Fuck, Toni… I’m gonna cum—”
“Do it, baby.”
That’s all it takes. You fall apart around his fingers, your body tensing as you release.
He comes back up, kissing you immediately—you can taste yourself on him. He groans softly into the kiss before pulling away.
Then he quickly gets rid of his clothes.
Your eyes drag over his body—his shoulders, his abs—until they land on his cock. Hard, flushed, leaking, waiting for you.
He comes back down, kissing you again. Your hand wraps around him, giving him a few slow pumps, and he lets out a soft whimper against your lips.
He shifts on top of you, dragging his length through your wetness, the contact making you gasp.
Then he pushes in.
“Fuck… you’re tight,” he breathes, voice shaky.
He starts slow, thrusts deep and steady. He leans down to kiss you again.
“You look unreal right now… all breathless, moaning for me.”
He pulls back slightly, watching himself slide in and out of you.
“Look at this pretty pussy… taking me so well. Fuck, you’re sucking me in—”
“Anton—fuck—” you cry, wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him even deeper.
“You’re so big… fuck, so deep—”
“Feels good, baby?” he asks, eyes fixed on your face.
“So good—fuck—”
He lifts one of your legs onto his shoulder and picks up the pace. His hand grabs your chest again, fingers playing with your nipple as you arch your back.
“Anton, I’m close—”
He moves his hand down, rubbing your clit, adding to the sensation.
You whimper his name as he groans, feeling you tighten around him.
“Fuck… you’re squeezing me so good. I’m gonna cum—”
“I’m cumming—fuck—Toni—”
“Yeah, baby… cum with me—”
That’s all it takes.
You both fall over the edge at the same time, your body clenching around him as he groans, finishing with you.
You both come down from your high, and Anton slips out and lays beside you, pulling you close.
You look into his eyes, and he brushes your hair out of your face.
"You are the most beautiful—" kiss "—sexy—" kiss "—gorgeous—" kiss "—woman in the world. And I'll be here to remind you of that every time. I love you."
You smile into his kisses. "I love you, Anton Lee. Thank you for helping me with my insecurities."
"That's my job, baby." He pauses. "I guess I know why you never take me to these things now."
"Yeah. I'm sorry. I was scared that you would start looking at those insecurities they point out."
"Baby, I would never. I think you should be more worried about whether I'm gonna cuss someone in your family out for saying dumb shit to you."
You laugh.
"Matter of fact, I wanna go to the next lunch. Give them a piece of my mind."
"My own hero," you tease sarcastically.
"Ha ha ha. Don't laugh at me. I just wanna say something to the people who made my girl sad."
You kiss him. "You don't need to, baby. I'll handle them next time."
He gets closer and pouts into your neck. "Still going."
warnings/tags: playful & tease wonbin, explicit sex descriptions & mainly smut, switch!wonbin, switch!reader, professional relationship, first time, needy!wb + reader, dirty talk, non-established relationship, no penetration sex, pervy!wb, licker!wb, dry humping, humping, aftercare, body worshipping (reader), fingering, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, crying, creampie.
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it was half an hour past the songkran stage, the members had hang around the fitting room to take pictures for content, remove make-up and change clothes, you were simply one of the people that stayed with them to help.
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you had been riize’s hairstylist for a short while, you could say you were in trial mode. and since day 1, wonbin had been exchanging compliments with you, for your skills and appearance and stealing glances when everyone thought he was in his zone, on the phone, or you were busy with another member. his gaze was piercing even when you had your back turned to him, claiming.
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when you received the boys after their stage, you were pretty much off duty, you just had to wait around to see if any of them needed help to get presentable enough to go home. they were pretty tired from the early flight to thailand, through soundcheck and performing over a slippery stage at high energy, on hot and humid weather, so most of them rushed out and proceeded to take naps on the van.
not all of them ran though…wonbin stayed behind, signaling their managers that he would stay back from longer, so you could get his hair fixed properly and that you would help him clean his face stained with sunscreen and sweat. it was only you both in the room. all of the staff was dismissed and the door to the stages was locked by a key.
“hey, y/n, baby” wonbin said while throwing his towel over the chair in front of you.
“hello, wonbin.” you tried to keep it formal and professional.
“how are you? did you like our performance?” he said casually while taking out the top he had on glued to his toned stomach and arms and exposed his bare skin and moles, leaving you speechless.
“ah- hum- it was interesting, i was afraid you would fall because of the water.” he smirked catching on to your shyness and how worked up you had gotten over his sudden naturism.
“it’s fine, we knew it could happen.” he sat on the chair facing the mirror of the vanity and picked up his towel, lowering it over his shoulders to rest and collect his sweat. “do you wanna come here and help me out with my face first?” he pointed at his cheeks, smeared with sunscreen and indicated that you should get closer…you were unconsciously far from him to keep yourself from doing things you would later regret.
you obeyed him and picked up some tissues and got closer to him, leaning over to removed the sunscreen and everything on his face. as you did so, wonbin rotated the chair to get in between your legs, making you straddle him.
“wonbin!” you whisper-shouted ou t of fear.
“what, baby?” he scanned your face and took a while longer admiring your lips. “you can’t tell me you didn’t want this…”
“i-“ you kept on cleaning him in circular movements and mimicking them with you hips, which made you grind over his clothed crotch while cowering glances over his exposed chest and parted lips.
“ah~” wonbin moaned under you, pressing you down against him with a hand wrapped around you, thumb dragging on your waist.
“is this what you want?" you asked picking up the pace of you hips. dragging your barely covered folds against his jeans, rutting viciously.
“oh- yes. please. babygirl” he cried softly following your rhythm with his hands glued on you. you finished cleaning his face and pecked his lips tentatively, which elicited a whimper from wonbin.
as you set the tissues down on the vanity behind you, you started unbuttoning the classic shirt you had on, through the fabric he could tell you weren’t using a bra which made his dick twist inside his jeans right below your core.
“so beautiful, my y/n” he threw his head back on the chair as you kept moving. tits almost out and your hands on his belt, unclasping it and pulling it from his denim jeans before throwing it away carelessly, refocusing yourself quickly on the button his jeans…and the zipper.
“i need you so bad, park wonbin” you said as you stood up while raising your short skirt and pulling down your panties. you were done with the dry humping, he shivered when you layed your hand over his hard shaft, so he had to raise his ass from the chair for you to pull his pants down to his ankles. “baby…” he kept chanting softly, weakly…you had undone him with your new found confidence. actually, fuck your job. you need him raw.
you kept humping on him, but this time with your body flushed together with his, damp and sweaty.
your boobs? on his face, hard nipples either out or easily seen behind the wet cotton. inviting him to feast.
“can i lick them?” he asked, eyes lost in need. you couldn’t deny, it made your pussy wetter.
he attached his mouth to your exposed breast as he gripped harder on your hips, hungry, from cat licks to full tongue laps all around your aureola. bitting slightly, teasing, coating your nipple with saliva that made you shiver when contrasted with the hot climate from thailand. you had to suppress the moans that insisted to escape from your mouth by biting on your bottom lip.
“you taste heavenly, y/n.” he freed one of his hands and opened the last few buttons of your shirt. pulling one of the sleeves down your shoulder and kissing it, tenderly. “you’re beautiful” he looked at you, fully, not only your face, nor your body, all of it. with that piercing gaze he would always have over you, reverence could be hinted this time though.
you got impatient and started whimpering and held him by the neck. he had his attention on your other boob, licking it the same way as before but this time bitting harder, which surprised you and made you moan loudly. you blushed and warned him. “i don’t want to give the remainder of the people in this venue a show…”
“baby, with the way your coating my underwear, i think you might” he raised your skirt and looked between your exposed glistening folds and his underwear with a damp patch all over his dick. your slick mixed with his pre-cum. when you looked down you let out the meanest whimper. needy was an understatement.
he took his cock off of his boxers pumping it a few times, eyes pressed shut, also sensitive as fuck.
“let me feel you” you whispered grinding on his knuckles, that were wrapped around the base of his dick. “hmmm”
“so needy, my baby” he pressed his shaft on your folds and the head was engulfed by your skirt. he opened the zipper and quickly pulled it over your upper body and now his leaking head rested over your stomach, your belly button collecting his pre-cum. you shivered to each contact with his slick and warm cock.
“go on, baby, do it” he told you among kissing your neck an nibbling on the flesh close to your collarbone. “rock on it” he sounded like something between begging and ordering.
you wanted it more than anything you’ve ever wanted before. your hips started moving again, rocking on his hardened length. desperately, fast.
using your hand to press his tip on your clit, gliding your coated folds vigorously on him. he could only nuzzle on your neck and his breath would catch every time you accidentally pressed on his tip too much. “fuck, you absolute goddess”
he layed your back on the vanity table and stood up still rubbing himself on you. this new angle didn’t force you to use your hands as help, his shaft slid perfectly from your clit down to your folds and teased the entrance that clenched in anticipation.
you kept on protesting, you needed to cum, the waiting was unbearable. he fastened the pace, your legs were wrapped around his and he had his elbows on each sides of your head stealing kisses from time to time.
“the things i do for you” he quietly moaned on your ear and glued his mouth to yours, sliding his tongue in and sucking your soul out of you. you moaned back into the kiss, long, pained as you came on the base of his cock and balls. he kept moving to reach his high, so you caressed his shaft with one hand, taking all its length on the side that wasn’t swallowed by your folds. you were overstimulated and he was on the edge. “i’m gonna cum, ughh” his pace was uneven and arduous, his breathing erratic and nonsense kept coming out of his mouth. you ran your hands though his hair bringing him closer your chest without realising it. “fuck, beautiful, tits, my tits”
he licked between your breasts and came while taking one of them in, sucking, deep, famished. his cum furiously spreading over your lower stomach and folds since he kept on moving. “wonbin, omg”
you said almost at the peak once again…his warmth over your core, the constant pressure of his cock over you, his balls bouncing on your ass. you were on the brim of overstimulation.
“cum for me, y/n.” he ran his fingers on your slick between his dick and your labia and inserted two fingers on your hole, shoving them into you. “do it, again…on my fingers”
tears slipped down your cheeks all the way to your ears, he caught one of them on your cheek and licked it out, salty, embedded with sweat. “my girl, let go for me” fingers buried deep, trying different paces, stretching you out in ungodly ways, leaving hickeys on your chest; obsessed with you, still pounding his fingers, aiming to reach deeper. he started curling his fingers inside, searching for your sensitivity, mean, obscene, but something you ever just wondered possible to feel in your wildest dreams. he was fingering you so good, the tears kept prickling out of your eyes. his half hard lenght still driving in between your folds, teasing your clit and pressed on both of your stomachs at each roll of his hips down into you. he eventually hit your g-spot, which triggered your climax.
“shitttt” you pulled hard on his hair while cumming on his ring and middle fingers. he pulled out, letting your juices leak and suck on his fingers, tasting and swallowing you, pulling them off of his mouth with a pop.
“so sweet.” he kissed you sloppy, you could still taste yourself in his tongue. you were so fucked out of your mind that you couldn’t even remember that you two were on a fitting room.
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the whole place smelled like sex, hormones, desire. and wonbin was pretty sure his time to get his hair done was up. “baby, we have to go” he whispered forehead in yours and noses brushing. he sat back on the chair and hugged your body. “can you fix my hair?” he giggled, knowing you had made a greater mess of it.
while you recovered from your orgasm, he buttoned your shirt up and picked up your skirt from the vanity, pulling it down from your head, you raised your arms to collaborate. “can you stand?” you nodded as he placed you on the vanity, almost standing, while he slid your panties up to your knees. “let me clean you up”
he picked some tissues and cleaned your stomach down to your core and then fully pulled up your thong. “there you go, my love”
you watched legs crossed, not yet standing up, as he wiped the cum off his belly. his chiselled abdominal muscles shining under your gaze. he repeated the process on his cock, collecting a mixture of your slick and his cum from the plastic chair where you just had sex on. "well, even doing that...you look hot." you gestured with your hands mid sentence, pointing at him, provoking a cocky smirk from wonbin.
"you're coming with me to the hotel. we're not done yet." he pulled his pants up and trapped you against the table, kissing you on the lips. the kiss was long, quite desperate, but loving. not just fueled by desire and need. searching for his old top he threw it on the bag he brought earlier and pulled a new and light sweater from inside. he smiled tenderly as he slid into the blue sweater and made sure you were on board. "no, but...seriously. do you want to hang out with me later today?" his smile was now sheepish. he scratched the back of his head, embarrassed.
"yes" you retributed the smile with as much sweetness, fixing his hair while memorising all of his features. "i would love to." you picked some fixing spray from your bag and sprayed it over his hair.
"it will do! you always make it look like we were actually fixing your appearance." you both laughed and put all of your stuff together, turning off the lights and leaving the room. separating outside of the building only meant a temporary goodbye. you knew you would be right on his bed hours later.
content — college au, stem au, rivals to lovers, forced proximity, academic rivals, slow burn, mutual pining, angst, hurt/comfort, university stress, miscommunication, jealousy, ghosting, petty fight, love confession, smut, fluff, humor, happy ending.
warnings — strong language (swearing, insults), academic stress/anxiety, alcohol consumption (mentioned), emotional distress (crying, guilt), sexual content (oral sex, fingering, p in v sex) MDNI
note — 3rd AND FINAL PART!! LET´S GO! Im so exited for everyone to read this part and get ur final reaction ehehe. Lemme know ur thoughts on it in the comments!
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Shotaro couldn't believe what he saw.
Eunseok came back into the living room after walking you to the door to find Shotaro still sitting on the couch, staring at the wall, completely flabbergasted.
"Okay, so before you freak out even more..." Eunseok sat down across from him. "Just know that this is still very new to both of us. And to be fair, I haven't wrapped my mind around it either."
Shotaro slowly turned his head. "Bro." A pause. "I think this is grounds for a boys' night."
He pulled out his phone and started texting.
Eunseok dropped his head against the back of the couch. "Fuck me."
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Not even fifteen minutes later, the apartment was full.
Sungchan, Seunghan, Wonbin, and Sion all crowded into the living room, looking between Eunseok and Shotaro expectantly.
Shotaro spread his arms. "The floor is yours."
Eunseok looked around at all of them. "Guys, is this really necessary? Feels like I'm presenting to the senate."
Sungchan just waved his hands. "Proceed."
Eunseok sighed. Ran a hand through his hair. "Me and Y/N are seeing each other." A pause. "Kinda." Another pause. "I like her, and well... it's a situationship-type vibe."
Wonbin shot up from the couch. "I KNEW IT."
Sungchan gasped dramatically. Sion's jaw dropped.
Seunghan just blinked. "Y/N? As in... the Y/N?"
In the midst of the chaos, Shotaro and Eunseok both turned to Wonbin.
Eunseok narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean you 'knew it'?"
Wonbin shrugged, looking way too pleased with himself. "I had a hunch since a while back. You've been hanging out too much with your 'supposed rival' and..." He grinned. "I kinda saw her in your car one time."
Sungchan whirled on Shotaro. "How the fuck did you know about this? I live with him and I didn't know."
Shotaro held up his hands. "Bro, I only found out because I walked in on them sleeping together this morning."
Sungchan looked at Eunseok like he'd been personally betrayed.
Seunghan was still processing. He looked around the room, then back at Eunseok. "Like... *Y/N*? The one you've been fighting with for three years? That Y/N? What the fuck?"
Eunseok groaned. "Guys, I didn't tell you because—to be fair—this is all new to me and her." He gestured vaguely. "Like, rivals to lovers? What are we? In a fucking Wattpad story?"
Sion, who had been quiet until now, leaned forward. "So what now? You gonna ask her out?"
Eunseok was quiet for a moment.
"Soon," he said finally. "I hope." He looked down at his hands. "I just need us to get everything... sorted out first."
The room fell silent.
Then Sungchan clapped him on the shoulder. "Well, when you do... we approve."
Wonbin nodded. "She's cool."
Seunghan finally cracked a smile. "Weird as hell, but cool."
Eunseok looked around at his friends—chaotic, loud, nosy, but always there.
"Thanks, guys," he said quietly.
Shotaro grinned. "Now, can we please talk about how you ended up in a situationship with your literal academic rival?"
Eunseok threw a pillow at his face.
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It's been two weeks of this new, weird dynamic, and you're starting to wonder what you both are. But you haven't found the courage to ask him yet. It's all too new. Too fragile. You don't want to ruin it by putting a label on something that's still finding its shape.
You delivered the final draft two days ago. The weight that lifted off your shoulders was almost physical.
But now it's Wednesday.
The day of the presentation.
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You're sitting in the auditorium, waiting for your turn, when your phone buzzes.
Seok: nervous?
You glance back at him. He's sitting a few rows behind you, laptop open, looking annoyingly calm.
You: kinda... is it noticeable?
Seok: ur shaking ur leg non stop. it's obvious to me and everyone that knows u
You look down. Your leg is, in fact, bouncing like a jackhammer. You press your hand to your knee to still it.
Seok: sweets, everything is gonna go perfect. the ppt is perfect. our work is good. just go with the flow.
You: easy for u. u just get up there and talk like u belong there. i get so nervous for these things.
Seok: i know.
Seok: look in ur bag. i put something in there when i was coming up
You look back at him. He nods toward your bag.
You turn around and dig through it. Your fingers close around something familiar.
Your favorite mini chocolate bar.
Your chest tightens.
You: eunseok... thank u. ill try and calm down now
Seok: that's my girl
You eat the chocolate. Let the sugar settle your nerves. Then you look back at him and give him a warm smile.
“Thank you”, you mouth.
He smiles back. “No problem, sweets”, he mouths.
Unfortunately, you weren't the only one interested in your little exchange with Eunseok.
Sohee and Anton, two rows behind you, have been watching the whole thing. When turning back around, you catch Sohee's eyes.
He grins. Then mouths, very clearly: “We're talking later.”
Oh god.
This cannot be happening right now.
You don't even have time to panic about it, because the professor is already calling your name.
"Y/N L/N and Song Eunseok."
You stand up. Eunseok meets you at the front of the auditorium.
He turns to you, close enough that only you can hear him.
"We're gonna do great, sweets."
You take a breath. Nod.
And together, you begin.
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You're now outside with your friend group, basking in the sun. All the presentations went great. Eunseok already texted you about it—something short and sweet, "told u we'd kill it, sweets"—and you're finally feeling the weight of a semester's work lift off your shoulders.
The sun is warm. The air smells like spring. For the first time in weeks, you can just... breathe.
Sohee turns to you, breaking the peaceful silence.
"Okay, spill." He crosses his arms. "What the fuck was that back in class? You and Eunseok?"
Anton nods eagerly. "Yeah. All buddy-buddy for sure."
Karina and Yujin exchange a glance. They look at you with an expression that says: it's time. tell them.
You take a deep breath.
Yujin grins. "You boys should sit down for this one."
They look at the three of you skeptically. Sohee narrows his eyes. Anton tilts his head.
"I like Eunseok," you confess.
Both their jaws hit the floor.
You don't give them time to react. "And me and him are... hooking up." You wince. "Situationship-type vibes."
You look down, embarrassed. It took you this long to tell your best friends. You've been keeping this secret for weeks, sneaking around, lying about where you were going. It feels strange to finally say it out loud.
Anton's mouth is still hanging open. "Yeah. Seconding all those questions."
You shrug. "Since the teacher told us we needed to start working better together I think."
Karina laughs. "Well, you're definitely working better with him now." She wiggles her eyebrows.
Sohee whips around to face her. "THEY KNEW???"
Karina holds up her hands. "Well... yes. We clocked that something was going on."
"I'm revoking your best friend card." Sohee points at you. "No more free coffee."
"Nooo." You grab his arm. "Guys, I'm sorry, really. I just didn't know how to tell you. How do I just say, 'Oh, by the way, you know my rival who I'm supposed to hate? Yeah, we're hooking up.'"
Anton's expression softens. "We would never judge you, you know?"
You sit down between them on the grass. "I know. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't tell you guys earlier."
Anton side-hugs you. But Sohee is still pouting, arms crossed, looking away.
You nudge him. "Come on, Sohee. Don't be mad at me." A pause. "I'll buy you boba if you forgive me."
His eyes light up instantly. "You're forgiven."
Yujin laughs. "You're too easy."
Anton turns to you, more serious now. "So what now? Y'all just in a situationship? Does he like you back?"
You think about it. About the way he looks at you. The way he held you when you fell asleep. The chocolate he snuck into your bag.
"I think he likes me back." You pick at the grass. "But I haven't asked what we are specifically. I'm kinda scared." A pause. "We went from 'I hate your guts' to kissing and making out. I might wait a little longer."
Sohee side-hugs you. "You should clear that up with him. When you're ready, of course."
You nod.
Yujin claps her hands together. "I think this calls for a group hug."
She pulls all of you together—you, Sohee, Anton, Karina. You're a tangle of arms and laughter, squished together on the grass.
"Thank you, guys." Your voice is muffled against someone's shoulder. "I love you."
Karina squeezes tighter. "We love you too, baby."
You finally breathe a sigh of relief.
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You're sitting in your last class of the day on Friday when your phone buzzes with an email.
Professor Kim: Y/N, please see me after class.
You frown. Turn to Sohee. "Go on without me to the café. Biochem prof wants to talk to me." You show him the email.
He glances at it and shrugs. "Okay, don't worry. I'll order for you."
Class drags. You spend the last ten minutes wondering what you could have possibly done wrong. Did you miss something in the final draft? Did you mess up the presentation?
When class finally ends, you pack up quickly and head to the Biochem classroom.
Eunseok is already there. Sitting in the front row, looking just as confused as you feel.
You slide into the seat next to him. "You know why we're here?"
He shakes his head. "No clue."
Professor Kim approaches you both, a smile on his face that immediately puts you at ease.
"Well." He clasps his hands together. "I have a proposition for you both. I really liked your essay, and especially your presentation. I'm glad you both worked out your... differences." He pauses, amused. "But I wanted to ask if you'd be willing to present it again. In a week and a half. At the Biomedicine Convention in Busan."
You blink.
"It would look great on your resumes," he adds. "The school will provide transportation and a hotel for both of you."
You and Eunseok look at each other.
Something passes between you. Excitement. Nerves. A silent question: should we?
You both nod at the same time.
"We'll do it," you say.
"We'll do it," he says.
Exactly at the same time.
Professor Kim beams. "Great! I'll send you an email with all the details later. You're both dismissed."
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You step out of the classroom, ready to head to the café, when Eunseok grabs your wrist.
He pulls you into a corner of the hallway, out of sight, and presses you against the wall.
His lips find yours.
You kiss him back instinctively, but then you remember where you are. You push at his chest.
"Eunseok. We're in public."
He pulls back just enough to look at you. His hands are still on your waist. "And? No one's here, baby."
You glance around. The hallway is empty. Most students have already left for the day.
He steals another peck. "I just wanted to tell you that you look really pretty today."
Your heart does a little flip. "You're a dork." But you're smiling. "Thanks, Seok."
He grins and finally slides his hands off your waist, stepping back so you can go.
You start walking toward the stairs.
"Your ass also looks pretty today," he calls after you.
You gasp and whip around. "A dork and a pervert!"
He jogs toward you, laughing, and lightly slaps your ass as he passes.
"Eunseok, I swear to god—"
He waves without looking back. "See you later, sweets!"
You stand there, mouth open, face red, as he disappears around the corner.
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The end-of-semester party is always crazy. Organized by the biggest frats, always held in some random mansion that makes you wonder who the hell is wasting money like this. But you can't complain—they're always good parties anyway.
Tonight is no different.
Your group pushes through the front doors and the smell hits you immediately. Cigarettes, alcohol, and something weird you can't quite name. The bass is already vibrating through the floorboards, even though the party is still warming up.
You look around, scanning the crowd.
Sohee leans into you, shouting over the music. "Trying to find your man?"
You turn to him and nod. "I don't know if he's coming or not, but I assume Seunghan and Sungchan would drag him here."
Sohee grins. "Poor guy. Doesn't stand a chance."
Karina and Yujin grab your arms and start pulling you toward the kitchen while the boys head outside to scope out who's here.
"Let's just drink and dance, ladies." Yujin throws an arm around both of you. "The night is ours."
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You start with shots. Tequila. Because when else are you supposed to drink tequila if not at an end-of-semester party?
The warmth spreads through your chest, loosening the last of the week's tension. You hit the dance floor, letting the music take over. Karina is behind you, Yujin to your side, and for a few songs, you forget about everything else.
But your eyes keep scanning.
You're looking for him. Eunseok. His stupid perfect hair. His stupid perfect smile. The way he finds you in a crowd like he has a radar.
He's nowhere.
You try not to let it bother you.
You're mid-song, finally letting go, when you feel a tap on your shoulder.
You turn around.
A guy is standing there. Familiar. Really familiar. Brown hair, easy smile, eyes that crinkle at the corners—
"Oh my god." Your jaw drops. "Intak?"
"Hey, stranger." He grins and opens his arms.
You launch yourself at him. "Oh my god! What are you doing here?"
He hugs you back, laughing. "I'm in town for a few days. My friends heard about this party—said it was supposed to be legendary—so we decided to check it out." He pulls back and looks at you. "I knew you went to this uni, so I figured you might be here. And well..." He gestures around. "Here you are."
You grab his wrist and pull him off the dance floor, toward a corner where you can actually hear each other.
"I can't believe you're here." You're still smiling, still processing. "I haven't seen you in, like, five years." You look him up and down. "You've really grown, huh?"
He raises an eyebrow. "I guess that's what aging does to an individual, yes."
You shove his shoulder. "You know what I mean, dork."
He laughs. "Missed you too."
You lean against the wall, still grinning. "How are things back home?"
"Same old, same old." He shrugs. "Except—they finally opened a good library near our neighborhood."
You gasp. Literally gasp. "You're joking."
"I'm not."
"Finally!" You throw your hands up. "We never had a place to study after school. I can't believe it took them years to build that."
"Right?" He shakes his head. "Anyway, I should probably find my friends before they think I got kidnapped." He glances over his shoulder. "Catch up later? You still have my number, right?"
"Yeah, I do." You nod. "I'll call you. We'll hang out before you go back."
"Sweet." He side-hugs you, quick and easy. "See you later!"
He disappears back into the crowd.
You watch him go, still smiling, then make your way back to the girls.
Karina raises an eyebrow. "Who was that?"
You wave a hand. "Childhood friend. He's in town and heard about the party." A pause. "I haven't seen him in years."
Yujin wiggles her eyebrows. "He's cute."
"He's a friend." You roll your eyes. "Anyway."
You turn back toward the crowd, scanning again.
Still no Eunseok.
You finally spot someone who looks like him—same build, same dark hair—near the front door. But it's dark, and the lights are flashing, and you can't be sure.
He's already walking out the door before you can get a second look.
You blink. Was that him?
You pull out your phone.
You: hey r u at the party? i thought i saw u
No response.
You wait a minute. Then another.
Nothing.
You shove your phone back in your pocket and try to ignore the weird feeling settling in your stomach.
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What you don't know is that Eunseok was there.
He saw you.
He saw the whole thing.
He walked into the party, spotted you across the room, and started making his way toward you. And then he watched some guy tap you on the shoulder. Watched you light up. Watched you hug him like you'd known him forever. Watched you pull him aside, laughing, touching his arm, looking at him like he was someone important.
He couldn't hear what you were saying. Couldn't hear that it was an old friend, a childhood friend, someone you hadn't seen in five years.
All he saw was you looking at another guy the way you look at him.
His chest tightened.
He turned around and walked out.
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Ghosted.
Eunseok ghosted you. That's the only explanation for what's happening right now.
You spent the weekend trying to call him. Texting him. Leaving voicemails that he never responded to.
Hey, Seok, are you okay?
Did I do something?
Can we please just talk?
Nothing. Zero. Zilch.
You hate to admit that you shed tears over this. But you did. In the privacy of your dorm, curled up in bed, staring at the ceiling, wondering where it all went wrong.
You finally thought everything was going well. The stolen kisses. The late-night visits. The way he looked at you like you were the only person in the room.
And now this.
Was it all a joke to him? A way to let your guard down so he could win the rivalry once and for all?
No. That's not him. You know it's not him.
But your brain won't stop spinning. Won't stop finding new ways to hurt you.
All you want to do is march to his apartment and confront him. Demand answers. Make him look you in the eye and explain why he's been ignoring you.
But you won't. You refuse to cave first. You didn't do anything wrong.
Did you?
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You knock on the girls' door, puffy eyes and a sad smile you don't quite mean.
Karina opens it and immediately pulls you inside. "Oh my god. What happened? Come in."
Yujin looks up from her phone, takes one look at you, and sets it down. "Who do I have to beat up?"
You sink onto the bed. "I think Eunseok ghosted me."
Karina's eyes widen. "What? That's weird. That's so weird. He's not—" She stops herself.
"I don't know." You pick at a loose thread on the blanket. "I sent him a text the day of the party. It's been three days. I haven't gotten a call or text back."
Yujin frowns. "That's hella weird. Let me call Sion, see if he knows something—"
"NO." You grab her arm. "Don't. Please. I just need to be with you girls right now. I don't want to drag anyone else into this." Your voice cracks. "I'm just sad because I thought he actually liked me. But if he's ghosting me..." A tear slips down your cheek. "I'm taking that as a no."
Karina pulls you into a hug immediately. "Oh no. Come here, baby."
Yujin wraps around you from the other side. You're sandwiched between them, warm and safe, and somehow that makes the tears come faster.
You cry for a minute. Maybe two. Then you pull yourself together.
"The worst part," you say, wiping your eyes, "is that I have to see him in two days. For the conference in Busan." You laugh bitterly. "I don't know what I'm gonna say. Or if I'm even gonna say anything."
Karina squeezes your shoulder. "You'll figure it out, okay? You always do." She stands up and grabs her purse. "Meanwhile, I'm going to buy ice cream and snacks, and we're going to watch Teen Wolf and stare at some eye candy."
You laugh despite yourself. "You're ridiculous."
"And yet." She points at you. "You love me."
You nod. "Yeah. I do."
Yujin throws an arm around you. "That's what we're here for, babe."
You lean into her and let yourself breathe.
Two days.
You had two days to figure out what to say to him.
Or whether to say anything at all.
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You're starting to think Wednesdays are a cursed day of the week.
Because why, god, why is the conference on a Wednesday? The same day you and Eunseok used to meet. The same day that became yours. It's like the universe is making fun of you.
You're sitting on the bus now, surrounded by other university students from different majors who are also heading to the conference. The engine hums beneath you. Someone a few rows back is already snoring.
You have your headphones in. A pillow for the trip. And the seat next to you is empty.
Vacant.
You tell yourself it's because you want space. Because you need time to think. Because the last thing you want is to spend a two-hour bus ride pressed up against someone who won't even look at you.
But part of you knows the truth.
You left that seat open for him.
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The bus fills up slowly. Students shuffle past, bags bumping against seats, conversations overlapping into a dull roar. You keep your eyes on your phone, pretending to scroll, pretending you don't care.
Then you see him.
Eunseok steps onto the bus.
He looks effortlessly good—dark hoodie, hair slightly messy, bag slung over one shoulder. The morning light catches his jawline, and you hate how your heart still stutters at the sight of him.
Focus. He ignored you for three days. He doesn't get to look that good.
You watch him out of the corner of your eye. He pauses at the front of the bus, scanning for a seat. Your stomach clenches.
Say something. Just say good morning. Break the ice.
You almost do. Your lips part. A sound almost comes out.
Then he walks past your seat.
Doesn't look at you. Doesn't acknowledge you. Just keeps walking like you're a stranger. Like you're nobody.
He settles into a seat three rows back, on the other side of the aisle. You can see the back of his head. His shoulders. The way he immediately pulls out his phone and starts scrolling.
No glance in your direction. Nothing.
You stare ahead, jaw tight.
Okay.
So that's how it's going to be.
You pull your hood up, turn your music louder, and press your forehead against the window.
The bus starts moving.
Four hours to Busan.
Four hours of sitting here, pretending your chest doesn't feel like it's caving in.
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You've hit the two-hour mark on the road trip when the bus pulls into a gas station.
Professor Kim stands up and claps his hands. "Come on, everyone! You have thirty minutes to stretch your legs, use the bathroom, and buy snacks. No tardiness—I want everyone here in thirty!"
You file off the bus with the rest of the students. The air is cool, a relief after being cooped up. You stand outside for a moment, just breathing, trying to calm the storm in your chest.
Then you see him.
Eunseok walks past you. Again. Doesn't look at you. Doesn't acknowledge you. Like you're invisible. Like the past few months meant nothing. Like you're a stranger he's never met.
Something inside you snaps.
You storm after him, grab his wrist, and yank him toward the back of the gas station. Behind the building. Where no one can see. Where no one can hear.
He rips his arm out of your grip. "What the fuck are you doing?"
Your voice comes out sharp. "What the fuck are you doing, Eunseok? You've been ignoring me for three days. Walking past me like I don't exist. Like I'm nobody."
He crosses his arms, jaw tight. "Maybe I was just giving you space. So you could sort out your options."
You blink. "Options? What the fuck are you talking about?"
"I saw you at the party." His voice is cold. "You looked real cozy with that guy."
The party. The guy. Intak.
Your mouth falls open. "You're joking."
"I'm not."
"You seriously ghosted me for three days—ignored my calls, my texts, left me crying in my dorm—because of a guy at a party?"
"I didn't ghost you." His voice rises. "I was just giving you time to figure out what you want. Because you looked real fucking cozy with him."
"Are you jealous?" The realization hits you. "That's what this is about? You're jealous?"
"Why would I be jealous?" His voice is sharp now. "You're not my girlfriend."
The words hit you like ice water.
You stare at him. Something in your chest cracks.
"Right." Your voice comes out quieter. "Right. I'm not your girlfriend."
He opens his mouth. Closes it.
"You know what?" You feel the tears coming, hot and angry. "You're right. You're not my boyfriend. So I don't even know why I spent the whole weekend crying over you. Thinking I did something wrong. Thinking I wasn't enough." Your voice cracks. "I don't owe you a fucking explanation, but since you're clearly too much of a coward to just ask me—that was a childhood friend. Someone I've known since I was a kid. A friend."
His expression shifts. Something like regret flickers across his face. "Y/N, I didn't—"
"Didn't what? Didn't mean to make me feel like shit?" You wipe your eyes angrily. "Well, congratulations. You succeeded."
His jaw tightens. "You never asked what we were either."
"Because I was scared, Eunseok." Your voice rises. "I was scared of ruining what we had. I was scared that if I asked, you'd realize this was all a mistake and leave."
"SO YOU JUST NEVER ASKED?"
"NEITHER DID YOU!"
His voice booms across the empty lot. "I CAN'T READ YOUR MIND, Y/N."
"WELL, NEITHER CAN I, EUNSEOK."
You're both breathing hard. Faces inches apart. Tears streaming down your face. His chest heaving.
You step back. Wipe your face. Your voice comes out quieter now. Broken.
"I can't believe I actually thought we could work out." You laugh bitterly. "I'm such an idiot."
"You're not an idiot—"
"Then what am I?" You look at him. "Because right now, I feel like the biggest fool in the world. I let my guard down for you. I trusted you. And you threw it back in my face because you couldn't handle seeing me talk to another guy for five minutes."
He opens his mouth. Closes it.
You take a shaky breath.
"Let's just do the presentation and never speak to each other again, okay?"
You don't wait for an answer.
You turn and walk back to the bus, shoulders shaking, heart in pieces on the ground.
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Eunseok doesn't move.
He stands there, frozen, watching you go.
The wind blows cold against his face.
Childhood friend.
Since I was a kid.
A friend.
He runs a hand through his hair. Pulls at it. Leans against the wall and slides down until he's sitting on the dirty ground.
He thinks about your face. The tears. The way your voice broke when you said I thought you actually liked me.
He thinks about the way you looked at him at the café. The way you smiled when he made you pancakes. The way you said Seok like it was the most natural thing in the world.
He thinks about how he threw it all away because he couldn't handle seeing you laugh with someone else.
He's the idiot.
And he has no idea how to fix it.
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You could really cut the tension with a knife.
The rest of the trip was hell. Two hours of sitting three rows apart, pretending the other didn't exist. Two hours of staring out the window, replaying every word of the fight, every scream, every tear. Two hours of mentally preparing to stand next to him and deliver a presentation like your whole world wasn't falling apart.
You arrive at the conference venue. The building is impressive—glass walls, sleek floors, people in business casual milling about with name tags and coffee cups. You should be excited. This is a big deal.
Instead, you feel like you're walking to your own execution.
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You're both waiting with your teacher outside the auditorium when Professor Kim turns to you with a warm smile.
"Okay, five minutes, you two. I hope you're ready." He beams at both of you. "I'm so glad you both worked out your differences and learned to collaborate so well. You really proved that rivals can become great partners."
The words land like a knife to the chest.
You mumble something that sounds like agreement. Beside you, Eunseok does the same. You feel his gaze on you—hoping, maybe, that you'll look up at him.
You don't.
You keep your eyes fixed on the ground, fighting back the tears that threaten to spill. Your nails dig into your palms.
Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't give him the satisfaction.
Professor Kim pats you both on the shoulder, oblivious. "Okay, you two. Go out there and break a leg."
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You enter the auditorium together.
The lights are bright. The room is half-full—other students, professors, industry people. A sea of faces you can't focus on.
You walk to the podium. Set down your notes. Adjust the microphone.
You don't look at him.
He doesn't look at you.
But somehow, when you open your mouth to speak, your voices weave together like you practiced for weeks. Like the fight never happened. Like your heart isn't sitting in pieces on a gas station floor somewhere.
Professional. That's what you are. That's what you'll be.
You deliver the presentation.
And you don't break.
Not once.
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It's finally over.
The class. The presentation. This day.
You can finally lay back in your hotel bed and relax. That's what you need to do—relax and try to get distracted so you don't think about Eunseok and today's events. Even though it hurts.
You try to recall why it hurts so much. Maybe it's because you realized how deep you were into this now that it's ended. You still can't wrap your mind around all that has happened in the span of months. Months ago, you couldn't stand being in the same room as him.
You're lost in your thoughts, just about to put on a movie and lie down for the rest of the late afternoon, when you hear a knock on your door.
You freeze.
Your mind races. Hotel staff? Your professor? Someone from the conference?
You tiptoe to the door and look through the peephole.
Your breath catches.
Song Eunseok.
You don't open the door. You stand there, frozen, trying to think of why the hell he's showing up to your hotel room right now. After everything. After the fight. After the silent bus ride. After the presentation where you pretended he didn't exist.
"Come on, sweets." His voice is muffled through the door. "I know you got up to see who it was. Please open the door."
Sweets.
The nickname that always makes you weak in the knees. It's corny, yes. But it's different coming from him.
You press your forehead against the door. "What do you want, Eunseok?"
"Can we talk?" A pause. "Please? I don't want to end our conversation like we did earlier."
You can hear him rest his head against the door.
Your mind is telling you to be stronger. Don't open the door. You don't want to fight again. You just want to rest after this long, exhausting, emotionally draining day.
But your heart?
Your heart is telling you to open the door. To try to make things better.
You give in.
You unlock the door and pull it open.
Eunseok looks up at you. He gives you a half-smile—small, tentative, fragile. Behind his eyes, you can see it. He looks defeated. Tired. Like he's been replaying the fight in his head just as many times as you have.
You step aside and let him in.
He walks over to the chair in the corner of the room and sits down. You sit on the edge of the bed. There's distance between you. Miles of it.
"I'm sorry," he starts.
You wait.
"I know I didn't have any right to be jealous. And I should have texted you or called instead of ghosting you." He looks down at his hands. "But the truth is... I was embarrassed. Scared." A pause. "Admitting I was jealous was admitting to myself that this was real to me. I don't get attached to people easily. But I got attached to you. Whether it was fighting you or... this new weird dynamic between us." He swallows. "I was angry at myself for being jealous because I saw how happy you were with him. And I thought about how many times I must have made you sad instead."
"Eunseok—"
"No." He holds up a hand. "Let me finish this in one go, or I'm afraid I won't find the courage again." He takes a shaky breath. "I was a coward. And you had every right to be mad. That night... I ran away because I realized that what I felt for you was beyond liking." His voice drops. "Love crossed my mind. And it scared me. In such a short time, we went from being at each other's throats because of a fucking subject to basically having a relationship." He finally looks up at you. "I just wanted to say I'm sorry. For everything. And for yelling at you today."
When he finishes, his eyes are glassy. Tears threaten to spill, but they don't. He refuses to let them.
You, on the other hand, have tears streaming down your cheeks.
"You know..." Your voice is shaky. "I spent the whole night asking people where you were at that party. I only wanted to see you. I told my friends about us. I was ready to confront you about what we were." You wipe your face. "What hurt me the most is that you didn't even try to reach out. It hurt a lot. I thought I did something wrong."
He opens his mouth, but you keep going.
"I see where you're coming from, though. Seeing me at the party with a guy? I'd probably be jealous too if it was the other way around." You look at him. "But I would have found a way to talk to you. Not shut you out."
He nods slowly, shame flickering across his face. "Yeah. I know. I'm sorry, sweets." His head hangs down. "I wish I had handled this better."
He slowly gets up. Scratches the back of his neck. He won't look you in the eye.
"I can go now." His voice is quiet. "I just really felt like I owed you an apology."
He starts toward the door.
"Sit down, Seok."
He stops. Turns. Looks at you with surprise.
You pat the bed next to you. He hesitates, then obeys, sitting down close enough that your knees almost touch.
"I accept your apology." You take a breath. "And I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have yelled at you today at the gas station. I was just frustrated." You look down at your hands. "To be fair, I was also a coward. I thought about asking you what we were a million times. But I always chickened out because I was scared it would ruin our dynamic." A pause. "But above all, I was scared because... love crossed my mind too."
His breath catches.
You look up at him. "I mean it."
He shifts. Slides off the bed and kneels in front of you. His hands find yours.
"Sweets." His voice is barely above a whisper. "Do you really mean that?"
You just nod. Words feel too heavy.
"Look at me. Please."
He sits next to you on the bed again, close enough that your shoulders touch. You turn to look at him.
His eyes are scared. Vulnerable. Open in a way you've never seen before.
You must look the same way to him.
He reaches up. Brushes your hair back. Tucks it behind your ear. His fingers linger on your cheek.
"Can I kiss you, sweets?"
Your heart swells. "Yes," you whisper.
He kisses you slowly. Gently. Both hands cup your face like you're something precious. Your arms wind around his neck. The kiss is soft at first—tentative, like you're both afraid the other might disappear.
Then it deepens.
You can feel everything in this kiss. The apology. The forgiveness. The three days of silence. The months of fighting. The weeks of sneaking around. All of it, poured into this one moment.
He pulls back just enough to rest his forehead against yours. His breath is warm on your lips.
"I love you," he whispers.
Your eyes flutter open. You look into his eyes and smile. Really smile. For the first time in days.
"I love you too, Seok."
His whole face transforms. The fear melts away. The guilt. The regret. All of it replaced by something soft and warm and bright.
He grins—really grins—and kisses you again.
The kiss starts getting heated. It's like you're both pouring into each other—your words, your feelings, everything—into your bodies.
Your hands slip beneath his shirt.
He pulls back just enough to look at you, surprise flickering across his face.
"What are you doing, sweets?"
"I want you, Seok."
"Are you sure you want our first time together with each other to be... makeup sex?"
You smile. "I want our first time having sex to be when we said we love each other."
His expression softens. He kisses you again, slower this time, and his hands find your hips, fingers pressing into the fabric of your shirt.
"Are you sure, sweets?"
"I'm sure, Seok."
Your hands slide higher under his shirt. He helps you pull it over his head, and then his lips are on yours again, deeper now. Shirts and clothes go flying everywhere as he lays you down on the bed.
Then, suddenly, he stops.
He breaks the kiss, breathing hard, forehead resting against yours.
"Baby." His voice is strained. "I don't have condoms. I didn't exactly come here thinking about that."
You smile and pull him closer. "I'm on the pill, baby. Don't worry."
His eyes search yours for a moment—checking, making sure.
You nod.
He kisses you again, then slowly starts trailing kisses down your body—your stomach, your hips—until he reaches your core.
“Seok, please… I just need you. I need to feel you,” you beg as he slowly pulls your panties off.
“I’ve gotta prep you first, sweets. Don’t wanna hurt you,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss against your core.
“It won’t hurt, Seok, please—” you whine.
He ignores your pleas, voice soft but firm. “I just need to stretch you a little, baby. Don’t be impatient, okay? Can you be my good girl and take it?”
You sigh but nod.
He slips one finger inside you, kissing along your thigh as you moan at the feeling. Then he adds another, slowly stretching you out.
A soft whine leaves your lips as he scissors his fingers, kissing anywhere he can reach—your hips, your stomach, your inner thighs.
You grow restless. “Seok, I need you inside now, please,” you cry out.
Your voice goes straight to him.
“Fuck, baby…” he groans.
He pulls his fingers out, bringing them to his mouth and licking them clean. “So sweet… just like you. Wanna see how good you taste?” he murmurs before leaning down and kissing you.
You moan into his mouth, tasting yourself on his tongue. The kiss is messy, desperate, a string of saliva connecting you when he pulls away.
He quickly gets out of his boxers and positions himself above you, his cock hard, the tip flushed and leaking, waiting for you.
“Are you sure, baby?” he asks one more time.
You nod.
He runs the tip through your folds, gathering your wetness, teasing you.
You whine at the contact, hips lifting slightly.
Then he finally pushes in.
“Fuuuck—” he groans.
You moan his name as he fills you.
“Fuck, baby… you’re so tight,” he pants. “Squeezing me so good—”
His thrusts start slow, controlled. He looks down, watching himself slide into you.
“Look at that… taking me so well, baby. Your pussy’s just sucking me in—”
“Seok—fuck—you’re so big… I’ve never felt this full—fuck—” you manage between moans as his pace starts to pick up.
The room fills with the sounds of both of you—breathless, messy, almost obscene.
“Faster, Seok, please—” you whine.
He grabs your hand, intertwining your fingers, his other hand gripping your hip for stability as he thrusts faster.
Your thoughts blur, words slipping away as you give yourself completely to the feeling.
“Fuck, baby… I can feel you squeezing me. I won’t last long if you keep doing that,” he groans, leaning down to kiss you.
“Seok—I’m so close—don’t stop—please—” you moan against his lips.
“Cum for me,” he whispers. “Cum, sweets.”
He hits just the right spot, and your vision goes hazy, that familiar tension snapping as you release around him.
“Fuck—fuck—I’m close too… where do you want it?” he pants.
“Inside, baby.”
He freezes for a second, surprised—but that’s all it takes.
A moment later, he’s coming inside you, whining your name as he finishes.
He collapses on top of you, both of you breathing heavily.
After a moment, he carefully pulls out and lies beside you.
You both stay there, catching your breath.
Then he gets up quietly, heading to the bathroom. He comes back with a towel, gently cleaning you up, his touch soft and careful, knowing how sensitive you are.
He gets back into his boxers and you into your panties, and he hands you his shirt. You slip it on—it's huge on you, smells like him, and feels like home.
You lay down on his chest, and he just caresses your hair, fingers threading through the strands slowly, gently.
"That was... wow," you say, tilting your head up to look at him.
He looks down at you and whispers, "Yeah," while kissing your forehead.
Then he shifts, positioning you so you're looking him in the eyes. His hand cups your cheek.
"I know this isn't the most romantic setting," he says softly, "but I don't wanna wait any longer." A pause. "Sweets? Can I be your boyfriend?"
You smile at him, heart swelling. "You absolutely can."
He grins—that real, full, happy grin—and pecks your lips. "I love you, nerd." He brings back the old nickname, but it sounds different now. Softer.
"I love you too, asshole." You laugh.
"Fuck, I missed that nickname."
You both laugh, tangled together in the hotel sheets, and you think about how strange life is. How two months ago, you couldn't stand being in the same room as him. How now, you can't imagine being anywhere else.
Who would have thought that you'd be thanking your Biochem teacher for your very own rivals-to-lovers romance?
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Epilogue:
Even though the semester ended, some people still had special exams to take.
Eunseok, for example, had an extra class he was taking with his group. They'd all signed up thinking it was easy extra credit. Spoiler: it was not.
You and the girls are waiting outside a café near campus, because Anton and Sohee were also in this extra class—Seunghan had convinced them to join, and they were already regretting every life choice that led them there.
The café door swings open.
All eight of them pile out—Eunseok, Sungchan, Shotaro, Seunghan, Wonbin, Sion, Anton, and Sohee—looking various degrees of exhausted.
Sohee spots you guys and immediately launches into a complaint. "Remind me to never listen to Seunghan again."
Yujin smirks. "I told you so."
Sohee sticks his tongue out at her. Real mature.
Then Eunseok sees you.
His whole face lights up. He grins, walks over, and slides into the seat next to you like it's the most natural thing in the world.
"Hey, baby." He pecks you.
Sungchan makes a face. "Still weird." He fake shivers.
Shotaro turns to him. "You're just jealous 'cause you're bitchless."
You high-five Shotaro without missing a beat.
Anton looks at Sungchan and nods. "Nah, I get him. I still get the shivers sometimes."
Sion settles next to Yujin and pecks her cheek. She smiles into it.
Wonbin throws his hands up. "Fuck. Can't believe Sion and Eunseok got girlfriends before me, bro."
Seunghan pats his shoulder. "You'll get 'em next time, champ."
Wonbin looks at him, offended. "Shut it. You're as bitchless as I am."
You look around at your friend group—the bickering, the teasing, the chaos. Karina laughing at something Yujin said. Sohee stealing Anton's drink. Sungchan and Shotaro arguing about something stupid. Seunghan trying to mediate. Sion and Yujin being disgustingly cute. Wonbin still pouting.
And Eunseok. Right next to you. His hand finding yours under the table.
You smile fondly at the scene.
Eunseok leans in, his lips brushing your ear. "What are you smiling about?"
"Just... I love our friend group," you whisper back.
He smiles. "And I love you."
He pecks your cheek again, soft and quick.
You scrunch your nose. "God, you're so corny."
He grins, unbothered. "You love me either way."
You look at him—really look at him. At the boy who used to be your rival. The bane of your existence.
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Wonbin was a jealous person. There's no way around it. Now, that doesn't mean he's entitled to be jealous…
You and Wonbin are in the same friend group. You all met in university during first-year orientation. You and him were close friends since you shared many classes, but this dynamic changed during the second semester of third year. You don't even remember how it started—you just remember the first time you ended up on Wonbin's bed, making a FWB deal.
One you regret deeply.
The deal?
1. You guys are exclusive in the aspect of sleeping with each other.
2. You can flirt with other people, but if it's getting serious, the deal needs to end.
3. Don't catch feelings.
First two rules? Easy for you. You were never the type to go around flirting with random people (which is not the case for him—he has people falling at his feet, flirting with him, and he loves to entertain).
The third rule, though? Well, you broke that one the day the deal was made. Even before it started.
Truth be told, you always had a little crush on Wonbin. It was inevitable. He was attractive and was always nice toward everyone—a kind soul.
At the time you made the deal, you still hadn't reached post-nut clarity. You didn't think that the deal would deepen your feelings for him. To make things worse? Nobody in your friend group knows… or they pretend not to know.
That's the predicament you're in right now. In love with your FWB. Looking at him dancing with another girl at the party you're currently at, while you can't do anything but seethe in jealousy inside.
Well, two can play that game.
You've never tried to make him jealous cause you didn't see a point in it. But the mix of the crappy drink in your red cup and the sight in front of you definitely changed your mind.
You look around, scanning the dance floor, and you see Heeseung—captain of the basketball team. He's tried to flirt with you once or twice, but you never let it happen for a long amount of time.
Heeseung catches you staring at him, smiles, and calls you over.
You go to him. He grabs your arm and twirls you. "Wanna dance, pretty?"
"I do, in fact." You smile at him.
He pulls you close, both of you swaying to the beat of the song playing. You let yourself go, having fun.
You almost forgot why you went to the dance floor… almost. Because you feel a pair of eyes burning into the back of your skull.
You don't look back. You want to pretend you don't notice Wonbin's gaze on you.
You must look distracted because Heeseung asks if everything's okay. You just nod toward him.
He nods back, then pulls you closer, putting his hands on your waist, wrapping his arms around you. You let him. You put your arms around his neck.
Heeseung's hands start to go lower, near your ass.
That's when Wonbin snaps.
He crosses the dance floor, leaving the girl he was dancing with alone. He doesn't even look at Heeseung—he just grabs your wrists and drags you out of there, ignoring Heeseung's protests and your feigned confusion.
He takes you upstairs to a vacant room.
"Wonbin, what are you doing?"
"Me?" He turns on you, eyes blazing. "What the fuck are you doing with Heeseung? The basketball team captain, really?"
"I don't see the issue." You fake innocence.
"He's a fuckboy. And you were looking awfully close dancing with him."
"So I can't dance with him, but you can dance with other girls?"
"That's different. I wasn't all up on the girl I was with. There's a difference."
"Let me rephrase." You cross your arms. "You're allowed to flirt and I'm not, just because you're jealous? I thought we were allowed to flirt with anyone we wanted in this agreement."
That's when he starts seeing red.
"You were not flirting with him." He steps closer, towering over you. "He was touching what's mine."
"Yours?" you say, backing up until the back of your knees hit the bed.
"Yeah, baby." His voice drops low, dangerous. "Mine to touch. Mine to taste." He leans in, lips brushing your neck. "Mine to fuck."
You breathe out a moan.
"And I'm gonna show you what happens when you let other men touch you."
He kisses you deeply while laying you down on the bed with some force.
He takes his shirt off and slides your top up just enough to see your chest.
"Fuck, look at these perfect tits." He grabs one. "All mine."
He attaches his mouth to one and sucks your nipple.
"Bin—" you moan.
He moves your skirt up to take off your panties. He sees how wet you are. "So wet… better be all for me."
"All for you, Bin—fuck," you say as he starts circling your clit.
He pushes a finger in, and you moan at the contact. He adds another. "Gotta stretch this tight little pussy."
You moan as he curls his fingers inside you, his thumb stimulating your clit while his other hand plays with your nipple. You're a moaning mess.
"I'm gonna cum, Bin—"
"Hold it. If you're gonna cum, it better be on my cock."
He takes his fingers out and grabs your legs, manhandling you so you're face down, ass up. You hear him unzip his pants.
He takes his cock and drags it through your folds, then taps it against you teasingly.
You whimper in protest. "Bin, come on, please—"
"I don't know if you deserve to cum today."
You arch your back, pushing your hips up, silently telling him to stop teasing and just take you.
He finally slides into you.
"Fuck… you're so tight, even after all the times I've fucked you dumb on my cock."
All you can do is moan his name into the bed beneath you.
His strokes are powerful but slow.
"I need to see your face while I fuck you."
He turns you around again and pushes your skirt up. He taps his shaft against you once more before sliding back in slowly.
"Fuck, Bin… so full—"
He places a hand around your throat and starts thrusting again, faster now, stronger.
"Who do you belong to?"
You don't answer at first, too overwhelmed by the feeling.
He stops completely and looks you in the eyes.
"Who do you belong to, pretty? I will only continue if you answer me."
"You, Bin—fuck—I belong to you."
"Good girl," he says, picking up his pace again.
He's fucking you with an intensity you've never felt before.
"Mine. This pretty pussy belongs to me. Never let other men touch you, okay, baby?"
"Fuck, yeah, Bin—I'm gonna cum—"
"Cum, baby. Be loud. Let them know who's fucking you this good.”
You fall apart around him. He keeps going, pushing you through it.
"I'm gonna cum too—" he groans, finishing inside you, his body tensing with each release.
He pulls out and collapses beside you.
"That was insane," you say, staring at the ceiling.
"You made me jealous on purpose, pretty girl," he says.
"Maybe…"
"Why?"
"Bin, I'm tired of pretending it doesn't bother me when you flirt with other girls."
He turns to you, surprised.
"I'm tired of pretending I don't like you. I know we said no feelings, but I liked you even before we started this."
You study his face, waiting for a reaction.
He smiles.
"I like you too, pretty," he says, gently caressing your cheek. "I'm sorry I entertained the flirting. I was trying to see if I had an effect on you like you do on me. Ass move, I know."
"Yeah, it was," you pout.
He kisses your pout. "Let me take you on a real date and ask you properly. I don't wanna do it like this."
You smile and nod.
You both get up, and he casually slips your panties into his pocket.
"Bin, give me my panties."
"Don't want to."
"Wonbin, your cum is dripping out of me."
He leans in and whispers in your ear, "Good. Maybe then men will get the hint," before pecking your lips.
Hey everyone!! I have not posted it on my pinned but my requests are open!! Feel free to send them in! (if they are according to my rules i have on my page)
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content — college au, stem au, rivals to lovers, forced proximity, academic rivals, slow burn, mutual pining, angst, hurt/comfort, emotional distress, university stress, miscommunication, idiots in denial, tension, banter, fluff, humor attempt, kissing, making out, sneaking around, nicknames (sweets, seok, baby, asshat), sleepover, morning after, smut.
warnings — strong language (swearing, insults), academic stress/anxiety, alcohol consumption (mentioned), emotional distress, minor hangover mention, sexual content (oral sex, fingering, explicit) MDNI
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You wake up the next morning regretting every life choice that led you to trying to drown yourself in tequila.
Your head throbs. Your mouth tastes like something died in it. And the light filtering through the curtains is personally attacking your eyeballs.
You blink at your surroundings. Medals. Lots of medals. Swimming trophies. A jersey hanging on the wall.
Oh. You're in Anton's room.
Right. Sohee and Anton's apartment.
You pad toward the door and open it, squinting against the brightness of the kitchen. Anton and Sohee are both at the table, mid-bite, looking at you like you're a zoo animal on display.
"If it isn't the woman of the hour," Sohee announces, grinning.
You drop into an empty chair and immediately regret the movement. "What the fuck happened yesterday?"
Anton sets down his fork with a dramatic sigh. "What happened is that you owe me. I had to look for you everywhere yesterday. Everywhere. Found you with Eunseok, had to drag your drunk ass back to our apartment, and let you crash in my bed while I slept on the couch." He crosses his arms. "On my own couch."
You look up at him. "You found me where?"
"Out of all the things I said, you only heard that?" He throws his hands up. "God. Yes. I found you in Eunseok's room. Looking awfully close to someone who is, I remind you, your supposed rival."
It all comes rushing back.
The drinking. Going upstairs for air. Pushing open the wrong door. His chest. His hands on your waist. The way you touched his face. His lips.
You have really pretty eyes.
You put your head in your hands and groan. "Just take me right now. I can't face him after this."
Sohee leans forward, clearly enjoying this way too much. "What happened? It can't be that bad."
You proceed to tell them everything. The blowup in the study room. The guilt that's been eating at you. The apology—half-assed and drunk and probably humiliating.
By the time you finish, both of them are fighting back laughter.
"Come on, guys." You kick Sohee's chair weakly. "Don't laugh. Don't kick me when I'm already down."
Sohee holds up his hands, barely containing himself. "Sorry, sorry. I just never thought I'd see the day where you would apologize to Song Eunseok."
"I was drunk. It barely counts."
"It definitely counts," Anton says, smirking.
You drop your head onto the table.
Anton pats your shoulder, slightly less amused now. "Well. Look on the bright side. You only have to see him on Wednesday. When the teacher gives us feedback on the draft."
You lift your head just enough to glare at him. "That's supposed to be the bright side?"
"Four days," Sohee offers. "Plenty of time to... I don't know. Flee the country. Change your identity. Join the circus."
"I hate you both."
"No, you don't."
You groan again and put your head back down.
Wednesday. Four days.
It's okay.
It will totally be fine.
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The day you've been dreading finally arrives. Class with Eunseok.
You still haven't figured out what you're going to say to him. You've rehearsed approximately seventeen different versions in your head, and all of them end with you sounding either desperate or defensive. There's no middle ground.
You walk into the classroom and spot Anton and Sohee in your usual seats. Good. You scan the room quickly, heart hammering—
There. Back of the class. Eunseok is surrounded by his friends, laughing at something Sungchan said. He hasn't seen you yet.
You slide into your seat before he can look up.
The lesson goes smoothly. You take notes, answer a question when the professor calls on you, and try very hard not to think about the way Eunseok's lips felt under your fingers.
Then the professor claps his hands together.
"Okay everyone. I sent the feedback on your drafts by email." He pauses, scanning the room. "Everyone except Y/N and Eunseok can go. I want the new draft in a month."
You freeze.
Sohee pats your back. "You got this," he whispers.
Anton nods firmly.
Then they're gone, and the classroom is emptying, and you have no choice but to stand up and face the back of the room.
Eunseok is already looking at you.
Of course he is.
You walk toward the professor's desk. He meets you there. Neither of you sit.
"To say the least," the professor begins, folding his arms, "I didn't think I'd have to talk to both of you about your work."
Your stomach drops.
"Your draft was good. Solid research, clear arguments." He pauses. "But I could tell it was made by two different people. Eunseok probably did the chemistry part, and Y/N did the biology part."
You open your mouth. Close it.
"That is not the objective of this project." His voice is firm but not unkind. "I need you two to work together. I know you both don't really like each other for whatever reason—" he waves a hand vaguely "—but that's exactly why I want you to work together. I know for a fact that both of you have great potential alone. So imagine if you actually worked as a team."
You and Eunseok exchange a glance. His expression is unreadable.
"Work together on the next draft," the professor continues. "That's the assignment. Not two separate halves. One cohesive whole. Understood?"
You both murmur something that sounds like agreement.
"Good. Dismissed."
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You gather your things in silence. The walk out of the classroom is awkward. The hallway is awkward. Everything is awkward.
"So..." you start.
He looks at you, waiting.
"Maybe we should go to the café. Try to organize things."
He studies you for a moment. Then: "Sure."
The walk to the café is quiet. Not the comfortable kind of quiet. The we-said-all-those-things-and-now-we-have-to-pretend-it-didn't-happen kind of quiet.
You order. You sit. You stare at your coffee like it holds the answers to the universe.
"So." Eunseok breaks the silence first. "How do you wanna do this?"
You take a breath. "I—well." Another breath. "First, I just wanna say I'm sorry. For the other day in the study room. And... for my drunk self last Friday."
He raises an eyebrow. "The notorious Y/N apologizing to me? Is the world ending?"
Something snaps inside you. "God, fuck this." You start getting up. "I thought we could actually work together for once—"
His hand catches your arm. Gently.
"I'm joking, sweetheart." His voice is softer now. "Sit down."
You hesitate. Then you sit.
He releases your arm. "I accept your apology." A pause. "And I'll try not to get on your nerves."
"I'll try to do the same." You wrap your hands around your coffee. "Let's just work together and get this over with." You think for a moment. "Maybe we should meet every Wednesday after class. Work on it together."
He nods. "I can do that."
"And..." You hesitate.
"You never know, sweets. We might even become friends after this." He smirks.
The first real expression you've seen from him all day. "Sure, asshat."
"Oh, I missed the insults." He roll his eyes. "Geek."
"Likewise."
You smile. Barely. Just a twitch of your lips.
Then you grab your drink and walk out of the café, heart lighter than it's been in days.
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It's now the third Wednesday you've met up with Eunseok.
To be fair, you can't really believe that you guys haven't tried to stab each other yet. Sure, he's still an asshole—but he's a tolerable ass now. Progress.
Today, you're slightly late for your meeting because you had to deal with some stuff for another class. You're rushing to the café, bag bumping against your hip, and you totally forgot to text Eunseok to tell him you'd be late.
You push open the door and spot him immediately.
He's already at the usual table. Laptop out. Snacks in the middle. Two coffees.
Your stomach twists. You've been making him wait. Twenty minutes, by the look of it. And you didn't even text.
You take a breath and walk over.
"Finally showing your grace, huh?" He doesn't look up from his screen. "Been waiting for twenty minutes. Your coffee's cold by now."
"I know, I know. I'm—"
He cuts you off. "If it was me showing up late, you would've already told me to fuck off. No excuses. These double standards are going crazy."
You swallow the defensive retort building in your throat. "I—well. I'm sorry. Nonetheless." You set your bag down. "I was dealing with some stuff for another class and couldn't come earlier. And before you say anything—I know I could've texted. But I was rushing and didn't think to. It won't happen again."
He finally looks up at you. Studies your face for a moment.
Then he jerks his chin toward the seat across from him. "Stop blabbing and sit down. We have one week to finish this draft."
"Oh. Yeah. Sorry."
You sit. Quietly, you murmur a thank you for the coffee, even though it's cold.
You guys settle into work, tweaking the essay, smoothing out the transitions until it actually feels like one document instead of two halves stitched together.
At some point, you turn to him. "Oh, by the way. I forgot to tell you. I couldn't sleep last night, so I started working on the PowerPoint. You wanna see it?"
He raises an eyebrow. "You made a PowerPoint when you couldn't sleep?" A pause. "You need to find a hobby, good god. But yeah. Let's see it."
You ignore the comment and pull up the file. He gets up from his seat and slides in next to you on the small café sofa.
His knee touches yours.
His shoulder brushes your arm.
You're practically glued together, and the sofa is too small for this, and you're suddenly very aware of how close he is. You shift awkwardly, trying to create space that doesn't exist.
He smells good. Really good. Like cedar and something clean.
God. Snap out of it.
You turn the laptop slightly toward him. "Okay, so this is it. It's not done, but the aesthetic is almost there. I hope it's to your liking because I was kinda hoping we wouldn't have to start a whole new one."
He looks at you. Smirks. "I like it. Don't worry, sweets."
Then he turns back to the screen and starts talking—pointing at something on the slide, making a suggestion about the layout—but you're not hearing a single word.
You're too busy analyzing his features.
You've never noticed how pretty he is up close. The slope of his nose. The curve of his lips. The way his hair falls slightly over his forehead.
"I can feel you burning a hole through my skull." He doesn't look up. "I know I'm handsome, but can we get back to business?"
You snap back to reality. "I was just looking at your fried hair. Don't get cocky."
"Sure, sweetheart." He turns to face you, and suddenly he's close. Dangerously close. "Let's pretend that's the case."
You don't move. You can't. It's like you're paralyzed.
He leans forward. Your breath catches.
Closer.
Your heart is pounding so loud you're sure he can hear it.
He reaches past you—for his coffee. Just his coffee. He leans back, taking a slow sip, and you finally exhale.
He smirks to himself.
Then he leans in again.
This time, his hand comes up. Fingers brushing against your temple. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, and his touch lingers for a second longer than necessary.
He's so close you can hear his heartbeat.
Fast. Just like yours.
Good to know you're not the only one who's nervous.
He finally pulls away. You find your voice.
"What are you doing?"
He shrugs, all false innocence. "Well, you're already half blind. Can't have you with hair in your face on top of that."
He smirks. Laughs to himself. Then he turns back to the laptop and checks the time.
"I think everything's perfect." His voice is casual, like he didn't just short-circuit your entire brain. "Next Wednesday we can tweak the last few things and send it to the teacher. What do you think?"
You blink. "Oh. Yeah. Sure. I think we're almost done."
"Okay, then." He starts packing up his things. Zips his bag. Slings it over his shoulder.
He pauses at the door.
"Bye, sweets." A beat. "By the way—you look pretty when you're flustered."
Then he's gone.
The door swings shut behind him.
You sit there, frozen, coffee cold, laptop open, brain completely empty.
What the fuck just happened?
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You get to your dorm, but before you go in, you knock on the girls' door. Your mind is hazy and you don't know if you're thinking straight. You had the whole walk back home to think about what happened but still came to zero conclusions. You desperately need the girls' input.
Yujin opens the door and takes one look at your expression. "What happened? You look like—I don't even know. I've never seen you so spaced out."
Karina pokes her head through the bathroom door as you step inside. "Okay, what happened?"
You sit on the bed. "I don't know what the fuck is going on with me."
Yujin settles into the chair in front of the bed. Karina leans against the wall, arms crossed.
"Spill," they say at the same time, then look at each other and laugh.
"You guys know how I've been meeting Eunseok every Wednesday for the project, right?"
They both nod. "Yeah, but you've been quiet about it," Karina says. "Which is weird, because by now you would have been ripping your hair out just from dealing with him."
You wave your hands around and point at her. "Exactly! Right? The thing is, these past three weeks, I have not been annoyed by him the way I used to be."
They both nod along.
"Okay, I'm still not seeing the issue, girl," Yujin says. "That's good. Maybe y'all just needed to work together to see your differences."
"That's what I also thought. Until today."
They look at you in a way that says continue.
"I was late today. And I was like, fuck, he's going to hold this over me because I always get mad whenever he's late." You take a breath. "I get there, and he makes one of his dumb remarks... but he didn't get mad. I was surprised."
Karina tilts her head. "Okay, yeah, weird. But still doesn't explain why you're like this."
"I'm getting there." You wave a hand. "So then we're just working, talking the bare minimum. And I remember I had something to show him, so he sits next to me—and—"
"And?" Yujin leans forward.
"And he's really close. And he smells really good. And my mind was going all hazy. And I caught myself looking at him and calling him pretty. In my head." You say it like a confession. "So at this point, I think I've gone insane, right?"
The girls look at each other, then back at you, because you're still rambling, waving your hands like a maniac.
"And then he proceeds to get close to me and tuck my hair behind my ear." Your voice goes higher. "And I was not repulsed. I fucking blushed. And he clocked it, because when he got out of the café, he said—and I quote—" You drop your voice to imitate him. "By the way, you look pretty when you're flustered."
Yujin's eyes go wide.
"And I just stood there dumbfounded. Because I liked the interaction." You throw your hands up. "So my conclusion—the one I came to while walking toward the dorms—is that I need you guys to send me to a mental facility. Because I think I went crazy during exam season."
You end your rant with a manic smile.
Yujin and Karina exchange a look. Then they both get up and sit on either side of you.
"Girl." Yujin grabs your hand. "Let me hold your hand when I say this..."
Karina rubs your back. "I think you might have a crush on Eunseok."
You gasp and shoot up. "No. No, that can't be. Guys, this is just my brain going coo-coo from too much studying."
"You know the first stage is always denial." Karina pats the spot next to her. "You can come knock on our door when you reach the acceptance stage. Or you can talk to us and accept it now."
You look at them. Sigh. Then fall face-first onto the bed. "I don't know what to do. I can't have a crush on him."
"Girl, who the fuck said you couldn't?" Yujin says.
"Well, for starters, he hates me—"
"No, he doesn't." Karina cuts you off.
"Second, we're literally academic rivals—"
Yujin interrupts. "A little rivals-to-lovers is always good."
"Third, we're always at each other's throats—"
Karina grins. "Right. About that. You're kinda into that."
You stare at her like she's insane. "I—" You shake your head. "Fourth and last. He's like... wanted by the whole fucking uni. What chances do I even have?"
Yujin grabs your shoulders. "Hey. Do not sell yourself short. You are a baddie. You're hot, pretty, and smart above all. He would be lucky to have you. Matter of fact, you're way out of his league."
Karina nods along and side-hugs you.
You groan into the mattress. "Ugh. I don't know, guys."
Yujin looks at you. "Girl. Just test the waters. Flirt back a little. See where it ends up."
You lift your head. "Ugh. Fine. But if I embarrass myself, I'm changing unis."
They both laugh.
Karina stands up and points at the door. "Go get your PJs and come back. We're having a movie night. You need a good distraction."
You hug both of them. "Thank you, babes. I'm glad I have you guys. If I had to rely on girl talk with Sohee and Anton, I would be so fucked."
They laugh.
The rest of the night, movies pass in a blur. You laugh at the screen, throw popcorn at Karina when she talks over the dialogue, and let yourself forget about Eunseok's fingers brushing against your ear.
But underneath it all, your mind keeps wandering.
What are the next few weeks going to look like?
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It's now Friday, and your friend group is sitting at the outdoor cafeteria, enjoying the rare sunshine. The usual chatter fills the air—complaints about assignments, plans for the weekend, Sohee stealing fries off Anton's plate.
Then Sungchan's group sits down at the table next to yours.
This isn't a rare sight. You guys all know each other. The two tables have basically merged at this point.
Normally, everyone braces themselves when this happens. There's an unspoken countdown until you and Eunseok start going at each other's throats.
But today?
Today, Eunseok sits diagonally across from you. You glance at him. He glances at you. Neither of you says anything.
No jabs. No remarks. Nothing.
Sohee leans forward, eyes darting between you and Eunseok. "Okay, this is weird. Am I the only one weirded out?"
Wonbin shakes his head. "No, I was wondering the same thing..."
Sungchan completes the thought. "It's almost too peaceful."
You look around, genuinely confused. "Wait, what's weird? Am I missing something?"
Everyone is staring at you and Eunseok.
Seunghan answers, gesturing between the two of you. "You and Seok are not at each other's throats. That's not normal."
Eunseok leans back in his chair, looking almost offended. "We're not always fighting."
Shotaro raises an eyebrow. "I have never—and I mean never—seen you guys have a peaceful day whenever you're in the same vicinity."
You shrug, playing it cool. "We can be civil, right?" You look at Eunseok and smile. Innocent. Too innocent.
He meets your eyes. "Of course, sweets."
Sungchan clutches his chest dramatically. "Okay, is the earth ending? Be real with me. Do we have less than 24 hours left on the planet?"
Sohee grins, clearly enjoying the chaos. "I didn't think I'd see the day where you guys aren't fighting. Guess Professor Kim did us all a favor."
You shoot him a look that says shut up.
Across the table, Anton is watching Karina and Yujin. They're just eating. Completely unphased. Not even looking up.
His eyes narrow.
He leans toward them and lowers his voice. "You guys know something that we don't." He glances at Sohee. "They're hiding something."
Yujin doesn't even flinch. "Those are some big accusations, Mr. Lee."
"Wait." Sohee perks up. "Anton's right. Why are you two so chill about all this?"
Karina just shrugs. Then she looks at you and smirks.
You smile back.
Busted.
Anton throws his hands up. "Oh, I see. Just because we're not allowed at the girls' sleepovers, we can't be in on secrets too?"
"There's no secret," you say, picking at your food.
Sohee points a fry at you. "I know you too well. I'll make you spill your little dirty secret one day."
You roll your eyes and hope he can't see the heat creeping up your neck.
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Meanwhile, at the other end of the table, Shotaro nudges Eunseok.
"What's happening between you and her?" He keeps his voice low. "You guys are way too chill for having been dealing with each other every week."
Eunseok doesn't look up from his phone. "Nothing's going on."
Shotaro snorts. "You know you can't lie to us, right? I've known you for years."
A pause. Eunseok's jaw tightens just slightly.
He sighs. "I'll tell you when I feel like it."
Shotaro holds up his hands in surrender, but he's smiling. "Okay, okay. But I'm holding you to that."
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At the end of lunch, both groups pack up and go their separate ways.
As you're walking off with your friends, you feel someone's eyes on you.
You glance back.
Eunseok is already looking.
He doesn't smile. Doesn't wave. Just holds your gaze for a second too long.
Then he turns and walks away.
Your heart does something stupid in your chest.
You're so screwed.
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You stare at the text on your phone for a solid five minutes.
Eunseok: can u come over to my apartment? I can't make it to the café today. it would help me out a lot
Oh, you're fucked. You're so fucked.
How are you supposed to go to his apartment? You can barely be next to him without blushing, let alone step foot in his actual living space. His bedroom is there. His bed is there. The same bed you almost kissed him on—wait, no. You're spiraling.
You type back before you can talk yourself out of it.
You: oh sure, I'll meet u there
You pick up your courage—what's left of it—and walk away from campus toward his apartment.
The building looks different in daylight. Less intimidating. You climb the stairs, find the door, and knock.
The door swings open.
Shotaro stands there, blinking at you like you're the last person he expected to see. "Y/N? What brings you here?"
"I—"
"She's here for a project, Taro."
Eunseok appears behind Shotaro, leaning against the doorframe. His voice is casual, but his eyes are fixed on you.
Shotaro glances between you both, clearly confused, but steps aside. "Oh. Okay. Come in, sorry."
You step inside and immediately regret it.
Eunseok is in gray sweatpants and a navy hoodie. His hair is slightly messy, like he's been running his hands through it. He looks effortlessly good, and you hate him a little bit for it.
"Come on," he says. "Let's go to my room."
You follow him down the hallway.
Behind you, Shotaro mutters under his breath: "Still weird as hell."
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Eunseok's room is... exactly what you expected. Neat but lived-in. A desk covered in papers. A shelf of textbooks. A bed that you're trying very hard not to look at.
He's set up two chairs in front of his desk.
"Sorry I made you come here," he says, gesturing for you to sit. "I was taking care of some stuff, and it was easier this way."
"Nah, it's okay. It was only a twenty-minute walk."
He looks up. "You walked?"
"Yeah. I don't have my car at uni since I live in the dorms." You shrug. "It's not that far."
He shakes his head slightly, like he wants to say something but changes his mind.
"Let's get this started," he says instead. "Last tweaks before the second draft."
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You've been at it for two hours. The essay is finally starting to look like one cohesive document instead of two people yelling past each other on paper.
You push back from the desk and stretch. "I need a break."
Eunseok nods and leaves the room without a word.
You stand up, rolling out your shoulders, and let your eyes wander. His room is different up close. A few photos on the wall—him with his friends, maybe family. An eletric drum set in the corner you didn't notice before. A worn copy of a book you also own.
Your gaze lands on the bed.
The same bed you sat on that night. Drunk. Apologizing. Touching his face.
You sit down before you can overthink it. The mattress is firm. The sheets smell like him—cedar and something clean.
Eunseok comes back with two water bottles. He stops in the doorway when he sees you.
His eyes flick to the bed. Then back to you.
He remembers too.
He sits down next to you, close enough that your shoulders almost touch. "Making yourself comfortable, I see."
"Sorry." You take the water bottle he hands you. "I just sat here because it looked comfortable. More comfortable than those chairs we've been sitting on for two hours, anyway."
"I don't mind." A pause. "I'm just teasing you."
You take a sip of water. "This feels oddly familiar."
"Maybe because last time you sat there, I also gave you water to see if you'd sober up."
"Oh. Yeah. True."
He turns to look at you. "Do you remember what you said to me that night?"
Your heart stutters. "No. I don't think so."
You're lying and you're pretty sure he knows it.
He leans closer. "Something about my lips."
Your head whips toward him. Your face is on fire.
He chuckles. Leans even closer. "So you do remember."
His hand comes up. Fingers brush against your temple, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. The same gesture as the café. But this time, there's no coffee to hide behind.
"What are you doing?" Your voice comes out barely above a whisper.
"Tell me if you want me to stop."
You should say something. Make a joke. Push him away and pretend this isn't happening.
Instead, you close your eyes and lean in.
He takes that as his answer.
His lips meet yours. Slow at first. Gentle. Like he's testing the waters, making sure you won't pull away.
You don't.
You kiss him back, and his hand slides to the back of your neck, fingers threading through your hair. He deepens the kiss, and it's not gentle anymore—it's hungry. Desperate. Like he's been waiting for this for longer than he'll ever admit.
His hands find your waist. He pulls you into his lap, and suddenly you're straddling him, and you can feel his heartbeat against your chest, fast and uneven.
You gasp against his mouth.
He takes the opportunity to slide his tongue past your lips.
The world narrows to this. His hands on your hips. His mouth on yours. The quiet sound he makes when you tug at his hoodie.
You kiss until you're both out of breath.
You break apart, forehead resting against his. Your chest is heaving. Your lips feel bruised.
"What just happened?" you ask, dazed.
He smiles. Actually smiles. Not a smirk. Not a teasing grin. A real, soft, almost shy smile.
"I wanted to do that for a while."
You pull back to look at him. "What?"
He sighs, like he's been holding this in for years. "Okay, so. When we first met? I thought you were cute."
Your brain short-circuits.
"The thing is," he continues, "when we started getting the same grades in biochem and that little competition started... I felt like it was a way to get close to you. Tease you a little. Maybe get your attention." He looks away, almost embarrassed. "But I think both our competitive sides came out too much. We started taking it too seriously. And I felt like you hated me, so I started getting annoyed by you, and—" He runs a hand through his hair. "Yeah."
You stare at him.
"You know I never hated you, right?" you say quietly.
He looks at you.
"I always thought you were cute too." The words feel strange coming out of your mouth, but they're true. "But then one day in lab, you basically called me dumb or something along those line. And I was already having a shitty day, so I think I gained a little anger toward you. And it just... built from there. The petty remarks. The fights."
He nods slowly. "Yeah. I think so too."
A beat of silence.
Then he smiles again—that soft one—and leans in to peck your lips. "Truce, sweets?"
You giggle. Actually giggle. "Truce, dumbass."
"Oh, there it is." He smirks. "My favorite pet name."
He kisses you again, and you let yourself melt into it.
Then reality crashes back in.
"We need to finish the work," you murmur against his lips. "The draft. We have to send it."
He groans. "Killjoy."
"Come on, Seok." You climb off his lap and smooth down your shirt. "We need to."
He freezes. "Seok?"
You shrug, trying to play it cool even though your heart is pounding. "Yeah. I can't call you 'ass' forever."
His expression softens. "Hmm." A pause. "Got it. Let's get to it, then. Sweets."
You blush and turn back to the computer.
The rest of the work session passes in a blur. You make the final tweaks, format the document, and hit send before either of you can second-guess anything.
But you keep glancing at him.
At the way his hair falls over his forehead. At the way his fingers move across the keyboard. At the way he looks at you when he thinks you're not paying attention.
What is your life right now?
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It's now Friday, and you've spent two whole days thinking about what's going to happen next with Eunseok.
You're sitting in class, barely paying attention to the professor, when your phone buzzes.
Eunseok: you should look a little more excited to be seated in bio. since it's ur major, no?
You frown at the screen.
You: how do u even know? what
You glance around the classroom. Then you see him.
He's standing on the university garden path, phone in hand, looking up at your window. He can see you from there.
You: stalker much?
Eunseok: nah, sweets. i was just passing by and saw u. how much longer do u have in class?
You: bout 10 min i think
Eunseok: i´ll wait for u in the parking lot. u look tired. lets go on a ride.
You look outside. He's already looking at you.
You smile. Nod.
He nods back.
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When class ends, you pack up your things so fast that Sohee pauses mid-stretch to stare at you.
"What's the rush? We don't have any more classes today."
"Oh, I'm meeting a friend."
Sohee cocks an eyebrow. "What friend? You don't usually hang out with anyone besides our friend group."
Your brain scrambles for an excuse. "Oh, it's a friend from back home. They're visiting."
You feel bad lying to him, but you're not about to unpack in five minutes the fact that you're meeting Seok for a drive.
Sohee looks at you skeptically. "Hmm. Okay. Be safe."
You're already halfway out the door.
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You rush to the parking lot, heart pounding.
Eunseok is leaning against his car, arms crossed, looking like he stepped out of a magazine. He spots you and opens his mouth to say something—
But you're already power-walking past him, yanking open the passenger door, and sliding inside.
He blinks. Then he gets in the driver's seat, looking thoroughly confused.
"Not even gonna greet me, sweets?" He pouts—actually pouts. "Are you embarrassed of me?"
"Oh my god, don't ever make that face again." You buckle your seatbelt. "And no, I'm not embarrassed. I just don't feel like explaining our sudden dynamic change to our entire friend group." A pause. "Even I'm not used to not arguing with you every time I see you."
He smirks. "Wanna argue, then?"
He starts the car. His hand slides onto your thigh.
Your breath catches.
He glances at you, eyes glinting.
"Focus on driving, pretty boy."
"OMG." He fake-gasps. "You think I'm pretty?"
"God, I forgot your brain is still wired to be annoying 24/7. Do you have an off button?"
"Wanna find out?" He wiggles his eyebrows.
"You are so freaked out today. Oh my god, Jesus." You look out the window, but you're fighting a smile.
He laughs. "I'm just teasing, baby. It's fun to see you all red and flustered."
Baby.
You blush harder. "Just look at the road. I don't wanna crash."
He squeezes your thigh once before moving his hand back to the wheel. "Fine, fine. I'm taking you to a calm spot I found the other day. It has a pretty cool sunset."
You hum in agreement.
He reaches over and grabs your hand. Intertwines your fingers.
You don't pull away.
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Twenty minutes later, you arrive at the destination—a quiet overlook, trees framing the view, the sky just starting to shift into shades of orange and pink.
Eunseok pops the trunk and pulls out a blanket. And snacks.
You stare at him. "You came prepared. What made you think I'd say yes?"
He spreads the blanket on the grass. "You looked kinda tired on wednesday. When you came to my apartment." He glances at you. "I assumed you might need a break by the end of the week."
You look down, something warm blooming in your chest. "Oh. Thanks. I am kinda tired, yeah."
He settles onto the blanket and pats the spot next to him. "So. I thought that maybe—since we're not yelling at each other all the time now—we could get to know each other better." A pause. "Question game?"
You smile and sit down next to him.
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The next hour disappears.
You learn that he played basketball growing up—point guard, which you make fun of him for because of course he wanted to be the one taking all the shots. His favorite color is blue, and he has a younger brother who's fifteen years younger, which explains the soft spot he has for kids.
He learns that you did sports as a kid, that you cry at every single Pixar movie, and that your dream is to work in a research lab.
The sun dips lower, painting the sky in deep oranges and purples.
He looks at you. "Can I ask you a more personal question?"
Your stomach flips. "Sure."
"Why did your grades drop in Biochem II?" His voice is careful. Gentle. "It's not like you. I noticed you always got kinda sad whenever I annoyed you about it. Never defensive.”
You look down at your hands. The memory still stings.
"Family emergency." A pause. "A family member was in the hospital. I just... didn't have it in me to study."
He's quiet for a moment.
Then his hand comes up, tilting your chin so you're looking at him. He caresses your cheek with his thumb.
"I'm sorry, sweets." His voice is soft. "I didn't know. And I was such an ass about it."
"You were." You give him a weak smile. "But I can't blame you. You didn't know. So it's fine."
He leans in. Kisses you. Long and slow, like he's trying to pour the apology into it.
You smile into the kiss.
He pulls back just enough to look at you. "I like this smile much better. The genuine one." A pause. "You look really pretty when you smile."
You peck him again. Smile again.
And then you just... sit. In comfortable silence. Watching the sunset. His hand finds yours again, thumb tracing small circles on your skin.
This is nice. This is really nice.
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"It's getting dark." He stands up and offers you his hand. "Let's get you home."
The drive back is quiet in the best way. His hand rests on your thigh the whole time, warm and grounding.
You stare out the window, watching the streetlights blur past, and let yourself think the thought you've been avoiding all week.
You might actually start liking him.
Not just a silly crush.
Something more.
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You knock on the girls dorm weeks later, ready to tell them all about it, bouncing on your heels with excitement.
Karina opens the door and immediately narrows her eyes. "You look awfully happy. What's up?"
You step inside and plop onto one of the beds. Yujin is sprawled on the other, scrolling through her phone. Karina sits down next to you, already sensing something is up.
"So..." You take a breath. "Me and Eunseok kissed."
Yujin's head snaps up. Her phone drops onto the bed. "WHAT? WHEN? HOW? WHAT?"
Karina just stares at you, mouth slightly open.
"Almost two weeks ago." You pick at a loose thread on the blanket. "I went to his apartment to work on the project, and... it just happened."
Karina leans forward. "Okay, I feel like there's more to this."
You hesitate. Then you spill everything.
"Since that day, we've been kinda... sneaking around. Mini dates. Talking a lot." You lower your voice to a whisper. "Making out in the janitor's closet."
Karina gasps. "IN THE JANITOR'S CLOSET?!"
"OMG, keep it down!" You slap a hand over her mouth. "Someone's gonna hear you in the hallway."
Yujin is sitting up now, eyes wide. "I can't believe your blabbermouth kept this in for so long. How did you not explode?"
"I almost did. Like five times." You drop your hand from Karina's mouth. "But I wanted to be sure before I said anything."
Yujin tilts her head. "Do you want to be official?"
You think about it. About Seok's hand on your thigh. The way he says "sweets." The stupid janitor's closet that's somehow become your favorite place on campus.
"I mean... yes. Eventually." You shrug. "But maybe it's still too early. I don't know. I just wanted to tell y'all. It was weighing on my shoulders."
Karina pulls you into a side hug. "I'm happy for you, girl. I hope it works out."
Yujin nods firmly. "And if he doesn't? We can always beat him up. I've been wanting an excuse to use my new pepper spray."
You giggle. "Noted."
You lean into Karina's side and let yourself breathe.
You're glad you have your girls.
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You're lying in bed, deciding on what movie to watch. It's finally a day to relax. Raining outside. The kind of cozy weather you live for.
You're scrolling through Netflix for the fifth time, not actually picking anything, when you hear a knock on your door.
You glance at the clock. Almost midnight.
Probably the girls. Karina probably forgot her key again.
You pad over to the door and pull it open—
Eunseok.
Hair slightly wet from the rain. Clothes a little damp. He looks up at you with an expression you've never seen before. Tired. Vulnerable. Like a lost kitten.
"Seok?" You blink. "What the fuck are you doing here? How did you even get past security?" You grab his arm and pull him inside. "Come in before they see you, oh my god."
He steps inside, dripping slightly on your floor. "Thanks."
You toss him a towel from your closet. "Here. Dry your hair off."
He catches it and runs it through his damp hair, and you take the opportunity to study him. He looks... off. Shoulders slumped. Eyes tired.
You guide him to sit on the edge of your bed and sit next to him.
"Hey." Your voice softens. "What happened?"
He sighs and looks down at his hands. "Family stuff. My dad's been on my case about some... family shit. I'm kinda done." A pause. "No one was home. You weren't picking up your phone." He glances at you. "So I decided to come here." Another pause. "Sorry if I'm interrupting. I just needed to see you."
Your phone. You left it in the bathroom after skincare. It's always on silent.
"Hey, Seok." You wait until he looks up. His eyes are sad, and it makes your chest ache. "Look at me."
He does.
You open your arms. "Come here."
He lets you pull him into an embrace, his face pressing against your neck. He smells like rain and his usual cedar scent. You hold him tighter.
"I'm sorry about your dad, okay? Family is like that sometimes." You run a hand through his damp hair. "I'm glad you came here. Sorry I didn't pick up—my phone's in the bathroom on silent. I forgot it there after skincare."
"It's okay," he mumbles against your neck.
You feel his shoulders relax slightly.
"Wanna stay over?" You pull back just enough to look at him. "I was about to watch a movie. And by the looks of it, it's gonna rain harder soon. Don't want you catching a cold."
He searches your face. "Can I?"
"Yeah, Seok."
He hesitates. "I can sleep on the floor if you want."
You raise an eyebrow. "You don't have to. I don't mind sharing the bed." A pause. "But if you want the floor, be my guest."
"No." A small smile tugs at his lips. "I just didn't want to make you uncomfortable."
You laugh softly. "I think we're past that stage. Considering our main meet-up spot is now the janitor's closet in the bio building."
He huffs a laugh. The first real one since he got here.
He leans in and pecks your lips. "Thank you. Really. I needed this."
"Come on." You scoot back on the bed and lean against the headboard, opening your arms. "Let's pick a movie."
He settles against you, and you wrap your arms around him.
"You seem like the big spoon guy," you tease, "but I feel like you wanna be the little spoon today."
He scowls playfully. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever."
He leans his head against your shoulder and drapes his arm across your waist. You grab your laptop, balance it on your lap, and put on your favorite movie.
Neither of you really watches it.
You sit in comfortable silence, his breathing slow and warm against your neck. Midway through the movie, you notice his breaths have evened out.
You look down.
He's asleep. Almost on your chest. His face is soft, all the tension gone.
You close the laptop carefully and set it on the nightstand. Then you shift down, laying flat, pulling him with you so he's curled against your side.
You brush his hair off his forehead. He looks so peaceful. A small smile rests on his lips even in sleep.
"Night, Seok."
His arm tightens around your waist.
"Night, baby," he mumbles, half-asleep.
Your heart does something complicated in your chest.
It doesn't take long for you to fall asleep too.
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The next morning, you wake up to the smell of something sweet.
You sit up, blinking against the light filtering through your curtains. Your bed is empty beside you, but the sheets are still warm.
Then you see him.
Eunseok is standing at your mini kitchen, wearing only his t-shirt and sweats, flipping something in a pan. His hair is still messy from sleep.
"Oh, you're up." He glances over his shoulder. "Morning. I'm making pancakes. Hope you don't mind."
You get up and pad over to your small table, sitting down with a smile. "I don't mind at all. Thank you, Seok."
He plates the pancakes and sets them in front of you, then slides into the seat across from you.
"You know, nerd." He steals a piece of pancake off your plate. "You need to stock up on more real food. Less pre-cooked stuff."
You groan. "Oh god, don't start. You were being so sweet."
He smirks and leans over to kiss your cheek. "Can't have you thinking I'm nice all the time. I'm still your rival academically. Need to annoy you sometimes so the title maintains."
You narrow your eyes. "Then annoy me in class, dumbass. Not in my home."
He just laughs.
You take a bite of the pancakes and your eyes widen. "Okay, these are actually really good."
"I know." He grins. "I'm a great cook, actually."
"Wow." You deadpan. "Ever think of putting 'humble' on your resume?"
"A couple times, yeah." He leans back, smug. "Right next to 'sexy'."
"God, you're something else."
He leans forward suddenly, swiping his thumb across the corner of your mouth. Syrup. He puts his thumb in his mouth and licks it off, maintaining eye contact the whole time.
Your face goes red.
"God, that was so corny." You look away. "What are we? In a 90s rom-com?"
He just looks at you with that smug expression, clearly enjoying himself.
Then his phone buzzes.
He checks it, and his expression shifts. "I have to go. My dad wants to talk to me."
He stands up. You stand up too.
"Call me if you need anything, okay?"
He kisses your cheek. Soft. Lingering.
"Will do, sweets." He pulls back. "Thank you. For last night. Really."
You blush. "Don't get caught by security on your way out."
He grins. "I won't."
He slips out the door, and you close it behind him.
You lean against the door, heart full, and smile at the half-eaten pancakes on your table.
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You're coming out of your last class on Wednesday when your phone buzzes.
Seok: hey sweets, mind coming over to mine today? maybe bring some stuff to sleep over? tomorrow there's no classes 'cause of the national holiday. the boys won't be home either.
Your heart does a little flip. A sleepover. Just the two of you. No roommates, no interruptions.
You: sure, lemme just grab my stuff and I'll Uber there
He likes the message instantly.
You stop by your dorm first, tossing a change of clothes, your skincare stuff, and a charger into a bag. Then you order an Uber and head to his place.
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When you arrive, you knock on the door.
"Come in, sweets." His voice carries from inside. "Have you had lunch yet?"
You step inside and drop your bag by the door. "I didn't, no."
He appears in the kitchen doorway, spatula in hand. "I made us some. Come on, let's eat before finishing the draft."
You follow him into the kitchen and find two plates already set. Rice, some kind of stir-fry, and—are those homemade dumplings?
"You made dumplings?" You stare at him.
He shrugs, but there's a pleased smile tugging at his lips. "I had time."
"You're actually insane."
"You're welcome."
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You eat together, the conversation easy and warm. He tells you about his day. You complain about a professor who clearly didn't prepare the lecture. He steals a dumpling off your plate. You retaliate by stealing one off his.
"Those were mine," he protests.
"Not anymore."
He just shakes his head, smiling.
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After lunch, you move to his room to finish the final touches on the assignment. The essay is basically done—just needs a last pass for formatting and any tiny errors.
You work side by side, shoulders brushing, his knee occasionally bumping yours.
"Okay." You sit back and stretch. "I think it's done."
You raise your hand for a high five.
He meets it with a grin, palm slapping against yours. "Let's send it."
You hit send on the email together, watching it disappear into the professor's inbox.
A weight lifts off your shoulders.
You flop backward onto his bed, groaning. "My back hurts from sitting in those stupid chairs."
He lies down next to you, propping himself up on one elbow. "Hey, don't shit-talk my chairs. They've been with me through thick and thin."
You poke his side. "Not my fault they're uncomfortable."
He grins. "Oh, yeah?"
And then he attacks.
His fingers find your sides, tickling mercilessly. You burst into giggles, squirming, trying to push him away.
"Stop—Seok—stop—"
He doesn't stop. Of course he doesn't. He's grinning like an idiot, clearly enjoying your suffering.
You try to shove him off, but he catches your wrists. Pins them above your head.
Your laughter fades.
He's close now. Really close. His face inches from yours. His breath warm on your lips.
You nuzzle your nose against his.
He kisses you.
Soft at first. Gentle. Like he has all the time in the world.
Then deeper. His teeth catch your lower lip, tugging gently, silently asking.
You part your lips.
His tongue slips into your mouth, and you sigh against him. His hands slide from your wrists down to your hips, fingers pressing into the fabric of your shirt.
You arch up into him, and he makes a low sound in the back of his throat.
When he pulls back, he doesn’t go far—just enough to trail warm, wet kisses down your neck. You tilt your head, giving him more access, breath catching.
His hand moves up your side, hovering over your chest. He pauses, looking at you—checking.
You take his hand and guide it yourself.
That’s all the permission he needs.
He kisses you again as his hand squeezes gently, thumb brushing over you through your shirt. Slowly, carefully, his other hand travels down your body, always watching your face, making sure you’re okay.
When his hand reaches your clothed core, you let out a soft sigh.
“Can I, baby?” he murmurs.
“Yes,” you breathe. “Touch me, Seok.”
His hand slips under your pants and underwear, fingers immediately finding you warm and wet. He circles your clit slowly, teasing.
“Fuck, Seok… don’t—don’t tease.”
He presses a kiss to your neck. “Patience, baby.”
He slides a finger inside you, then pulls it back, using your wetness to move over your clit again.
“All this for me?” he murmurs. “Didn’t know I had this effect on you.”
“More, Seok… please.”
“Is that what you want, baby?” he teases softly. “Want me to finger you? Or…” his voice drops, “should I taste you instead?”
“Fuck, Eunseok, just do something,” you whine, completely worked up.
That’s all it takes.
He moves down between your legs, pulling your clothes down with him. He pauses for a second, just looking—your body, the way you’re watching him.
A smirk tugs at his lips before he leans in.
His tongue presses against your clit, and you gasp.
He doesn’t hold back—licking, sucking like he’s starved, like he’s been waiting for this.
“Fuck—oh my god—don’t stop, Seok, please—”
He adds two fingers inside you, curling them just right while his mouth works against you.
The combination makes your head spin.
He switches between sucking and licking, fingers moving steadily, and you can feel yourself getting closer way too fast.
“Seok—I’m gonna—fuck—”
“Cum, baby,” he murmurs against you. “Cum on my tongue.”
He speeds up, and your body tightens before releasing, pleasure crashing over you as you clench around his fingers.
He works you through it, not stopping until you’re trembling.
When he pulls away, he licks his fingers clean.
“You taste so good, baby,” he murmurs, then leans up to kiss you, letting you taste yourself on him.
You’re both breathless when he pulls away.
He helps you clean up, and you pull your clothes back into place. When you glance at him, you notice the obvious wet patch on his grey sweats.
You smirk slightly.
You slide off the bed and drop to your knees in front of him.
“What are you doing, sweets?” he asks, voice already strained.
“Me?” you tilt your head innocently. “I’m gonna help with your problem.” You glance pointedly at his lap.
“You don’t have to return the favor, baby. I wanted to—”
“Who said I didn’t want to?” you cut him off.
That shuts him up.
He watches you carefully as you pull down his sweats and boxers, his cock springing free—hard, flushed, leaking.
You wrap your hand around him, giving him a few slow pumps.
“Fuck… sweets, don’t tease me too,” he groans.
You just smile before leaning in, licking over the tip, teasing.
His head falls back immediately, a low moan slipping out.
Encouraged, you take more of him into your mouth, as much as you can, your hand working the rest.
His hand comes up to gather your hair, holding it gently.
You move slowly at first, then pick up a rhythm, bobbing your head while your hand follows.
“Fuck… fuck, don’t stop—”
Your free hand moves under his shirt, nails lightly dragging over his abs. he breathes.
"Shit—if you keep doing that, I'm not gonna last long," he breathes.
You hum around him, taking him deeper, hand squeezing at the base, the other briefly brushing over his balls.
That’s it.
“Fuck—I’m gonna cum—where do—”
He starts to pull back, but you follow, taking him in again, making it clear.
He groans your name as he releases, warmth filling your mouth.
You pull away slowly, wiping your lips.
“Holy fuck,” he exhales, running a hand through his hair. “That had to be the best head ever. I’m drained.”
You both laugh softly as he pulls his clothes back up.
Eventually, you climb back onto the bed beside him, both of you catching your breath.
You glance at the clock. “It’s already 7 p.m.”
Then, casually, “Wanna order takeout and watch a movie?”
He turns his head toward you “How are you even asking me that after you sucked my soul out? My brain’s still not working.”
You laugh, hitting his arm lightly.
“Yeah, yeah… we can order something, sweets,” he mutters, still dazed.
The rest of the night is calm—just talking, watching movies, occasionally brushing against each other.
At some point, you both fall asleep mid-movie, soft smiles on your faces.
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The next morning, you're both still tangled up in each other, fast asleep, when there's a knock on the door.
Neither of you moves.
The door opens.
You both jolt awake at the same time.
Shotaro stands frozen in the doorway, mouth slightly open, eyes wide as saucers. His gaze bounces between you—hair messy, clearly having just woken up—and Eunseok—arm still draped over your waist, shirt wrinkled from sleep.
"Y/N???" His voice cracks. "What—Eunseok?? What is—what—"
"Taro." Eunseok's voice is calm but firm. He's already sitting up, running a hand through his hair. "Get out. I'll explain later."
Shotaro looks like he wants to argue. Like he has approximately seventy-three questions and wants to ask them all right now.
One look from Eunseok shuts him up.
He slowly backs out of the room, closing the door behind him.
Eunseok sighs and drops his head onto your shoulder. "I'm sorry, sweets. He said he wouldn't be back until noon."
You can feel his frustration radiating off him. His hand finds yours under the blanket.
You squeeze it. "It's okay."
He lifts his head and reaches out, gently brushing your cheek with his knuckles. His eyes search yours. "Yeah?"
"Yeah." You lean into his touch for a moment. "I have to leave anyway. Anton and Sohee invited us for brunch." A pause. "So... maybe you can explain everything to him."
He nods slowly. "Yeah." Another pause. "I will."
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You get dressed, trying to act normal even though your heart is pounding. When you step out of the bedroom, Shotaro is still sitting on the couch. He stares at you like you're a ghost.
You give him a small wave. "Bye, Taro."
He just stares at you.
You're pretty sure he doesn't even blink.
You slip out the door and order an Uber, trying not to laugh. You almost succeed.
Almost.
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The ride home is quiet. The city blurs past the window.
But your mind is louder than the traffic.
You've been sneaking around for weeks. Stolen kisses in janitor's closets. Late-night visits. Pancake breakfasts. Falling asleep in his arms.
But you've never actually talked about it.
No labels. No definitions. No "what are we."
And now Shotaro knows. Which means the rest of their friend group will know soon. Which means your friend group will find out eventually.
You're not scared of that. Not really.
But you realize, staring out the window at the grey morning sky, that you don't know what Eunseok is going to tell him.
Are you a secret he wants to keep?
Or is this... something real?
You pull out your phone and stare at his contact.
No new messages.
You lock the screen and lean your head against the window.
Please make it yummier !!
I can't stop thinking about christian boyfriend (Eunseok, Sungchan, or Wonbin) who wants to keep you both pure until marriage.
He's so serious about it, but he also doesn't mind keeping his hands and mouth on your breasts whenever he has the chance; after all, it's just affection, right?
He also doesn't mind you rubbing against him when you're alone; after all, you were still dressed. It was just innocent contact between lovers who loved each other very much, right?
Until one day he furtively frees his dick from his underwear and positions it between your thighs, but that wasn't a problem either, since sex without penetration isn't a sin, right?
୨⎯ Sinful ⎯୧
✎: bf!sungchan x fem!reader
wc — 700
warnings & content — MDNI, explicit sexual content, established relationship, religious themes (purity culture, waiting until marriage), tension, yearning, teasing, dry humping, outercourse, thigh sex, clitoral stimulation, praise kink, pet names, orgasm (f & m), religious guilt undertones, cum on sheets/panties, emotional intimacy.
note — My first request! I hope u like it. I tried my best :))
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What is a sin?
A sin is any thought, action, or attitude that goes against moral, spiritual, or divine law—often resulting in separation from God or moral wrongdoing.
To you and your boyfriend, though, a sin feels different. It’s everything you want to do. A feverish love blooming between you both—the yearning, the tension, the quiet ache of desire.
You want to give in. But your boyfriend is adamant about keeping you both pure until marriage.
That doesn’t mean he keeps his hands to himself.
Whenever he comes over, his hands are always on you. His mouth finds your chest, leaving soft kisses and teasing touches. Long, slow make-out sessions where you grind against him, feeling how much he wants you.
But never more.
…Until today.
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You’re lying in bed with Sungchan, the two of you watching a movie innocently in his room. His hand drifts absentmindedly between your stomach and your chest—his quiet way of showing affection.
That is, until a sex scene appears on screen.
Sungchan flicks your nipple lightly.
“Channie…” you moan softly. “Can’t we just do it?” You hesitate, too shy to even say the word. “Is it so bad that two people who love each other want to give themselves to each other before marriage?”
“Baby, come on,” he murmurs. “You know my opinion on this. I promise it won’t be much longer. I want to make you my wife as soon as possible… and be the one to take your innocence on that special day.”
He presses a kiss to your neck, his hand squeezing you gently, and you huff in frustration.
“But that doesn’t mean we can’t do other stuff, right?” he adds, grinding against you.
You let out a soft moan at the contact. “Can I try something, baby?”
“Yes…” you breathe.
He slides your shorts down slightly, leaving your underwear on, then moves behind you. You frown in confusion as he settles into a big spoon position, so you glance back.
And freeze.
You’ve felt him before, sure—but seeing him like this, in the dim light… it’s different. It makes your stomach twist.
“Chan… what are you doing?” you whisper.
He smirks softly. “Trust me, baby. Just… open your legs a little.”
You hesitate, then do as he says.
A second later, you feel him—warm, firm—sliding between your thighs, pressing your legs together for friction.
Your breath stutters.
He starts moving, slow at first.
His hand finds your chest again, thumb brushing over your nipple as he presses closer, his breathing already uneven.
A soft sound escapes you, your body reacting instinctively.
“Feels good?” he murmurs near your ear.
You nod, unable to form words at first.
As he keeps moving, the tension builds—your body heating up, your thoughts getting hazy.
Your hand starts to drift lower, but he gently catches it.
“Wait… let me,” he whispers.
He adjusts slightly, moving closer, pressing himself fully against your clothed core.
“Fuck… baby…” he breathes. “You feel so good like this…”
“Chan… it feels… really good…” you manage, your voice trembling.
He presses his face into your neck, alternating between soft kisses and quiet breaths, his movements getting faster, less controlled.
Everything feels overwhelming—the closeness, the warmth, the way he’s holding you like he doesn’t want to let go.
His hand finally moves lower, adding just enough pressure to your clit make your body jolt.
You gasp, your body tightening as the feeling builds too quickly.
“I—Chan—I’m gonna—”
You don’t even finish.
The sensation crashes over you, your body going still for a moment as you cling to it.
A second later, he follows—his movements stuttering, a few more thrusts and cums, groaning every time his seed shoots out, covering his bedsheets and your panties in his release.
For a while, neither of you says anything.
Just breathing.
Just feeling.
Eventually, he relaxes beside you, still close, still holding you.
“Well…” he mutters softly, a small laugh slipping through.
“That was… something.”
You turn your head slightly. “How did you even think of that?”
He pauses, then smiles faintly.
“Well…” he murmurs, brushing your hair back gently.
content — college au, stem au, rivals to lovers, forced proximity, academic rivals, slow burn, angst, hurt/comfort, emotional distress, university stress, drinking, miscommunication, idiots in denial, tension, banter, fluff, humor attempt.
warnings — strong language (swearing, insults), academic stress/anxiety, alcohol consumption, emotional distress (crying, guilt, yelling), minor hangover mention.
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You blame Biochemistry I.
If that class didn't exist, you would have gone your entire university career blissfully unaware of Song Eunseok's existence. He would have stayed in his chemistry building, you would have stayed in your biology labs, and you both would have graduated with your perfect GPAs and your sanity intact.
Instead, here you are. Two years later. Biochem III. And apparently, the universe isn't done torturing you yet.
It all starts on a sunny Tuesday. You're walking to uni with your usual group of friends: Sohee, same major as you; Anton, a chem major; Yujin and Karina, both physics majors.
You take a deep breath through your nose. "Start of a fresh year and semester. Can you guys smell that?"
"What, the smell of despair that this part of uni always carries?" Yujin offers.
You throw an arm around her shoulders. "Well yes, but no, my dear friend. The smell of another year of success and thriving."
"You mean another year of you and Eunseok fighting over who gets better grades in biochem?" Sohee cuts in.
You scowl. "See, this would have been a perfect day if you didn't remind me of that."
"You guys are still going at it?" Karina asks. "It's your third year. Aren't you tired?"
You shrug. "I'll stop when he stops being an asshole."
Across the circle, Anton's eyes go wide. He starts making frantic gestures—jerking his head to the side, widening his eyes, the whole performance. You're too focused on your righteous indignation to register it.
"Asshole?"
The voice comes from behind you. Smooth. Infuriating. Familiar in a way that makes your eye twitch.
You turn. Of course. Song Eunseok stands there with his group—Sungchan, Seunghan, Wonbin, Shotaro and Sion. They must have been walking right behind you this whole time. Anton's signals suddenly make sense.
Eunseok presses a hand to his chest in mock offense. "That hurts deep, sweetheart. At least you could try and find a better insult, don't you think?"
"Fuck off, Song. Don't ruin my day this early."
He holds up his hands in surrender, but that insufferable smirk stays firmly in place. "Just because I'm nice, I'll go away this time." He takes a step backward, then pauses. "But don't miss me too much, okay?"
He blows you a kiss.
Sungchan grabs his arm and starts dragging him away before you can respond. Seunghan lingers just long enough to shoot your group an apologetic look before following.
The thing is—unfortunately for you—even though you have your own friend group, your circle and Eunseok's circle basically overlap. They all know each other. They're all friends, actually. Student council, shared classes, mutual acquaintances—somehow, you're all tangled up together.
Except for you and Eunseok. You two are the exception.
You watch them walk away, then round on your friends. "You see??? He always starts this shit."
Anton raises an eyebrow. "Well... to be fair, you did call him an asshole."
"I—well. It's what he is. And it's not my fault he likes to overhear other people's conversations."
Anton shakes his head, laughing.
Sohee checks his phone and his eyes go wide. "Shit. Y/N, we need to go. Molecular bio starts in five."
You're already moving. Yujin calls after you, "See you guys at lunch!"
You wave without looking back, and then you're through the doors of the biology building. Safe. For now.
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Your morning has been going great. Everything flowing smoothly back into the rhythm of classes. Molecular bio was fine, your professors seem decent, and you even managed to grab a good coffee on the way in.
But now? Now it's time for Biochemistry III.
You grab Sohee's arm and start pulling him toward the science building. "Let's go. I wanna get there so I can find a good seat."
"I'm going, I'm going," he grumbles, trailing behind you. "Jesus."
You both enter the classroom and it's still relatively empty. You claim a spot in the second row—close enough to see the professor clearly, far enough that you don't look like a teacher's pet. You and Sohee fall into an easy conversation, catching up about summer break, and you don't notice when the rest of the classroom fills up around you.
Your attention snaps to the front when the professor walks in and greets the class.
Professor Kim is the same one you've had for Biochem I and II. He knows you. He knows Eunseok. He definitely knows that you two existing in the same space is a hazard. So when he starts his usual first-day introduction, you let yourself relax.
Big mistake.
"Okay everyone, now for this year's evaluation," Professor Kim announces. "You will have a test worth 40% of your grade. But this year, I decided to do something different. You'll have a practical component worth 60%. This practical will consist of an essay worth 20%, a seminar presentation of that essay topic worth another 20%, and finally, the lab component worth the remaining 20%. This will last all semester and will be done in pairs."
The classroom erupts into chatter.
"Settle down, everyone." Professor Kim holds up a hand. "I know you're all already planning partners, but I will be the one doing the pairing."
The whole class groans in unison.
He pulls out a clipboard. "I'll start pairing now."
You zone out a little, mentally running through who you'd want to work with if you had a choice. Sohee, obviously. Maybe that quiet girl in the back who actually does her readings—
Sohee suddenly cheers next to you, spinning around to dab up someone behind him. You turn. Anton. You must have missed him entering class. Of course. Of course Sohee gets paired with his best friend.
Lucky bastard.
"L/N Y/N..." Professor Kim scans his paper. "And Song Eunseok."
Everything stops.
The chatter around you shifts—whispers, giggles, a few people openly turning to stare. You're already on your feet before you fully process it. Across the room, Eunseok stands at the exact same moment.
"Professor, this has to be a mistake. Surely," you say, trying to sound reasonable and not like you're about to commit a crime.
"I request re-pairing on academic incompatibility grounds," Eunseok says smoothly, and you shoot him a glare. Who does he think he is, using big words to sound smarter while also trying to escape you?
Professor Kim looks between you both with an amused glint in his eye. Like this is entertaining to him. "You both sit down. I am not changing pairs. This will be good for you—force you to work on teamwork."
You drop back into your seat with a huff loud enough to make Sohee wince.
He pats your shoulder carefully, like you're a bomb about to go off. "It could be worse, Y/N. It could be someone who doesn't work at all."
"No offense, Hee, but I would rather do all the work alone than work with dipshit over there."
Behind you, Anton giggles. You throw him a pointed look over your shoulder and his hands shoot up in immediate surrender.
You groan and drop your forehead onto the desk, letting it thunk against the surface a few times for good measure. Under your breath, you murmur every curse word you know. A few hexes too, just for good luck.
When you finally look up, you make the mistake of scanning the room.
Eunseok is already looking at you.
Of course he is.
He smirks. Then—slowly, deliberately—he brings two fingers to his lips and blows you a kiss.
You stare back with a look that should put him six feet under.
He just smiles.
Anton and Sohee exchange a glance over your head. "This is gonna be a long semester," Anton sighs.
The rest of class passes in a blur. You don't hear a single word Professor Kim says about the syllabus. You're too busy plotting how to survive this without committing murder.
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When class is finally dismissed, you're the first one out the door. You need air. You need to scream. You need to find a hole to crawl into and never come out.
Sohee and Anton catch up to you quickly. Sohee loops an arm around your shoulder, steering you toward the path off campus. "Let's go to the café. Karina and Yujin are already waiting."
You let yourself be dragged.
The café near campus is busy, but your friends have already claimed a table by the window. You drop into a seat across from Karina, scowl firmly in place.
Karina raises an eyebrow. "What could have possibly happened in morning classes that has you looking like that already? It's the first day back."
"Right?" Yujin teases. "You were so happy and joyful this morning."
You open your mouth to answer, but Sohee beats you to it. "The biochem professor paired her with Eunseok for a semester's worth of work."
Karina and Yujin exchange a look. Then they both start snickering.
"Oh, what I wouldn't give to be a fly on that classroom wall," Yujin says.
Anton leans forward eagerly. "You missed them both jumping up at the same time to beg the professor to change partners. It was like a coordinated attack."
They giggle. Karina turns to Anton. "Who did you get paired with?"
Anton grins and slings an arm around Sohee's shoulders. The two of them beam like they've won the lottery.
"Lucky bastards," you mutter. Then, louder: "The teacher did this on purpose. I'm sure of it. He knows me and Ass Song don't get along at all."
Yujin tilts her head. "Maybe you can try and resolve your differences? Or whatever you guys have going on?"
Karina's eyes light up with mischief. "Maybe the teacher is trying to make his own rivals-to-lovers show happen right in his classroom."
Sohee snorts into his drink.
You give Karina the most disgusted look you can muster. "Take that back."
She just laughs.
Yujin shrugs. "I mean... he is good looking. And there's definitely some tension between you two..."
You slap both hands over your ears. "La la la la la. Can't hear you."
The table dissolves into laughter.
You drop your hands and glare at all of them. "Can we just have lunch before I barf what I don't even have in my stomach yet? Thanks."
They're still chuckling when the food arrives, but you're too busy eating—and thinking—to join in.
You need a plan. A strategy. A way to survive this semester with your grades and your sanity intact.
Easier said than done.
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When you finally get back to your dorm room, you're greeted by the familiar scent of your incense. You breathe it in deep, letting it ground you.
It's a small dorm—barely big enough for a bed, a desk, and a closet—but you're lucky enough to have a private bathroom and a mini kitchen. A luxury in student housing terms.
"Finally," you murmur.
You toe off your shoes, drop your bag by the door, and launch yourself onto the bed. Face-first. Into the pillow.
And then you scream.
It's muffled and probably sounds unhinged to anyone passing by in the hallway, but you don't care. You let the day's frustration pour out until your lungs burn.
Your phone dings.
You groan, fumbling for it blindly.
Unknown Number: hey
You squint at the screen.
You: who is this
Unknown Number: the greatest partner you'll ever have in your life ;)
Your blood runs cold. Then hot. Then cold again.
Fucking Eunseok.
You: who gave u my number
Song Eunseok: anton
You make a mental note to kill Anton tomorrow. Slowly. Painfully.
You: so what do u want
Song Eunseok: well partner we need to figure out how we're gonna do this project
You: meet me after classes at 5 pm near the cafe. and dont be late
Song Eunseok: yes ma'am. don't wanna upset miss scholar over here
You bury your face in the pillow again and scream. Louder this time.
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Dinner is takeout. You're too drained to cook, too irritated to pretend otherwise. Some greasy noodles from the place down the street become your dinner, eaten cross-legged on your bed while some random Netflix movie plays in the background.
You're not really watching it. You're just... existing. Letting the noise fill the space so you don't have to think.
Eventually, sleep pulls you under.
You need it. A good night's rest, because God knows you'll need every ounce of strength to deal with the devil tomorrow.
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It's 4:55 PM and you're pushing open the door to the café, fully prepared to wait at least ten minutes for Eunseok to show up like the inconsiderate asshole he is.
He's already there.
Sitting at a table by the window. Two drinks in front of him. Looking annoyingly comfortable, like he owns the place.
You swallow your irritation and drop into the seat across from him. No hello. No pleasantries. Just: "How are we doing this?"
Eunseok raises an eyebrow. "I don't know. You're the one who likes to be bossy all the time. Now you're not?"
You paste on your most sarcastic smile. "I was trying to be nice. Give you a chance to think about something in your life for once."
"Wow. Generous."
"Fine." You lean back, crossing your arms. "I'll tell you my plan. We pick a topic we're both good at. I do the bio part, you do the chem part. In a few weeks, we meet up again to put it all together."
Eunseok tilts his head. "And the lab?"
"You stay out of my way and let me work. I don't bother you, you don't bother me."
He lets out a short laugh. "Me stay out of your way? Sweetheart, I'm not the one in this conversation who got a 80% in Biochem II lab, am I?"
Your jaw tightens. The jab lands exactly where he aimed it—right in the sore spot you've been trying to ignore. You don't give him the satisfaction of an explanation. You don't tell him about the family emergency that semester, the sleepless weeks, the way that grade still haunts your GPA.
You just stare him down. "Do we have a deal or not?"
Something flickers in his expression. Too fast to name. Then it's gone.
"Sure." He shrugs like he couldn't care less. "Let's meet in a month to see how we're doing. Let's just pick a topic and get this over with. I have better shit to do than be here."
"Like I wanna be here either," you mutter under your breath.
You manage to agree on a topic in record time—something boring enough to be safe, interesting enough to pass. Then you're both out of your seats and heading in opposite directions without a backward glance.
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You stop by your dorm just long enough to change into something more comfortable. Sweatpants. An oversized hoodie. The uniform of someone who needs to decompress.
Tonight is a small gathering at Anton and Sohee's apartment—just dinner, drinks, and the familiar chaos of your friend group. It's close to campus, maybe a ten-minute walk, which means you don't have to think too hard about navigating there on autopilot.
You're the last to arrive, because someone had to be responsible and pick up drinks on the way.
Sohee opens the door with a grin, immediately snatching the bags from your hands. "My hero."
"Where's Anton?"
He jerks his head toward the kitchen. "In there."
"Thanks." You step inside, past the girls already settled on the couch, and take a deep breath.
"ANTON LEE."
The volume startles Karina and Yujin, who whip around with wide eyes. Sohee freezes mid-step, drinks still in hand, looking confused as hell.
In the kitchen doorway, Anton freezes too.
"Y-Yes?"
You march toward him. "What made you think it would be a good idea to give my number to Eunseok and NOT TELL ME?"
His face cycles through several expressions—confusion, realization, fear—before settling on something pitiful. "Well... he asked? Said it was for the project? I didn't know I wasn't supposed to—" He pouts. Actually pouts.
The anger drains out of you as fast as it came. You deflate with a sigh. "Fuck. Sorry. I didn't mean to yell. You didn't do anything wrong. Just... give me a heads-up next time, okay?"
He brightens immediately, nodding eagerly.
Sohee appears behind you, handing you a drink. "Can we eat now? I'm starving."
You take the drink and let him steer you toward the living room, where food is already spread out on the coffee table. The night dissolves into what you needed it to be—loud laughter, terrible game decisions, the warmth of people who don't require explanations.
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By 1 AM, you and the girls are ready to head back to the dorms. Karina and Yujin share a room next to yours, so the walk home is a group effort.
"Bye, guys. See you tomorrow," you call over your shoulder.
Sohee waves from the doorway. Anton is already half-asleep on the couch behind him.
You're halfway down the path when you remember. You spin around. "SOHEE. Don't forget your lab coat tomorrow. Biochem lab at four."
He gives you a thumbs up. Or a middle finger. It's too dark to tell. You decide to believe it was a thumbs up.
Karina loops her arm through yours as you walk, Yujin on her other side. The campus is quiet this late, streetlights casting soft pools of light along the path.
"You okay?" Karina asks quietly.
You think about it. The project. Eunseok's stupid face.
"Yeah," you say. And mean it. "I will be."
The dorm building comes into view. Tomorrow is another day. Another battle. But for now, you have good friends, a full stomach, and the kind of tired that promises actual sleep.
It's enough.
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The day you've been dreading arrives earlier than expected.
Your head throbs gently from last night's drinks—nothing debilitating, just a persistent reminder that maybe downing that last shot with Karina wasn't your smartest move. Especially not the night before your first lab session with Eunseok as your official partner.
You, Sohee, and Anton walk into the biochem lab together. They peel off toward one of the benches near the window, already chatting about something stupid, while you make your way to the bench where Eunseok is already seated.
You nod at him. Barely. The bare minimum of acknowledgment required to function as human beings sharing a workspace.
He takes one look at your face and grins.
"Too much fun last night, huh? Right before lab." He clicks his tongue. "So rebellious of Miss Academic."
You drop your bag onto the bench with more force than necessary. "Did you come with the asshole factory setting, or did you acquire it later in life? I'm genuinely curious."
Behind Eunseok, Seunghan—his best friend, who's taking this class as an elective—lets out a bark of laughter. "She clocked you, not gonna lie."
Eunseok turns and flicks his forehead. "Whose side are you on?"
Seunghan just shrugs, still grinning.
Before Eunseok can retaliate, the professor walks in and starts handing out the protocol sheets. You reach for yours—
Eunseok snatches it first.
"Excuse me. I was reading that."
He holds it just out of your reach, scanning the page. "Well, I gotta read it too, partner. Don't you think?"
You bite back the first five responses that come to mind. Not worth it. Not in front of the whole class. You settle for a long, slow exhale through your nose and turn to gather materials instead.
The first part of the lab goes... okay. Stilted. Functional. You work on opposite sides of the bench, communicating in grunts and pointed silences. It's almost sustainable.
Then you reach the final part of the protocol.
You pick up the micropipette.
Eunseok's head snaps up. "Why are you doing that part?"
"Because I reached it first. And I'm used to doing this."
"And I'm not?" He reaches for the pipette. "Give it to me. I can do it better."
"You literally don't even know what volume we're—"
"I know how to read a protocol, thanks."
"Then read it and back off—"
"You back off—"
Your hands are both on the pipette now. The bench vibrates. A beaker near the edge wobbles once, twice—
Crash.
Solution spills across the bench, dripping onto your lab coats, pooling around the equipment. You both freeze.
"You see what you did?" You yank the pipette free. "If you'd just stayed quiet and let me do this, this would not have happened."
"Me?" He stares at you, incredulous. "You knocked it down."
"I—"
"Something wrong here?"
The professor appears at your elbow like a particularly inconvenient ghost. You force your face into something resembling calm and paste on a smile.
"No, sir! Just a little spill. We'll clean it right up."
The professor eyes you both. Suspiciously. For a long moment. Then he nods and moves on.
Eunseok mutters under his breath, "Kiss ass."
You shoot him a look that could kill.
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The rest of the lab is spent in tense, meticulous silence. You clean up together—physically close but emotionally light-years apart—and somehow manage to finish the protocol without any more disasters.
When class ends, you're packing your bag with aggressive, jerky movements. Eunseok slings his bag over his shoulder and pauses.
"Don't get in my way next time, sweetheart. Okay?"
He doesn't wait for an answer. Just walks off toward the door like he didn't just ruin your entire morning.
You stare after him. Your hand closes around the nearest object—a textbook, heavy, perfectly throwable—and you're already calculating the trajectory when someone grabs your wrist.
"Y/N. No."
Anton. Of course.
"He's just trying to get under your skin," Anton says gently, prying the book from your fingers. "Don't let him."
You drop your forehead into your palm and groan. Long. Loud. From the soul.
Sohee appears on your other side, patting your shoulder sympathetically. "One lab down. How many more to go?"
"The rest of the semester," you say into your hand. "The rest of my life. Forever."
"It's not forever."
"It feels like forever."
They walk you out of the lab, one on each side like bodyguards escorting a witness in danger. Which, honestly? Accurate.
Another day of dealing with the devil done.
You might actually go insane by the end of this semester.
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Two weeks of successfully ignoring Eunseok and avoiding fights with him. Two weeks of peaceful, blissful, rivalry-free existence.
And now you have to ruin it by calling him.
You stare at his contact name—"Ass Song (do not answer)"—for a full thirty seconds before finally pressing call. He picks up on the third ring.
"Sweetheart." His voice drips with amusement. "Miss me so much you're calling me now?"
"Please. You flatter yourself too much." You lean against your desk, pinching the bridge of your nose. "I need you to send me your part of the project. We have to deliver the first draft tomorrow."
A pause. You can practically hear him smirking.
"Sure. I'll send it right now."
You blink. No argument? No jab about you being bossy or rushing him?
"Oh. Okay. Thanks."
You hang up before he can say anything else.
True to his word, his file arrives in your inbox five minutes later. You merge it with yours without actually looking at it—future you problem—and submit the whole thing to the professor with a relieved sigh.
One less thing to worry about.
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Your dorm feels too small tonight. Too quiet. You fire off a text to the group chat.
You: hey are u guys in ur dorm? im bored and wanna hang
Karina: come over!!
Yujin: door's open <3
You grab your pillow (their couch is somehow always uncomfortable) and make the short trip next door.
You knock once before pushing in. "Sup, ladies! What are y'all up to?"
Karina looks up from her bathroom mirror, face half-covered in green clay. "We were about to do our skin care and were literally about to call you."
Yujin waves from her spot on the floor, already in pajamas. "Great minds think alike."
You drop onto the couch and accept the sheet mask Karina tosses at your face.
The next hour is peaceful in the way only girl nights can be—face masks, gossip, the low hum of a playlist in the background. But you notice Yujin keeps glancing at her phone. Smiling at it. The kind of smile that has nothing to do with whatever Karina is saying about her physics TA.
You narrow your eyes. "What's got you so interested in that phone of yours?"
Yujin looks up, and her cheeks go slightly pink. "Well... I've been talking to this guy. Sion."
Karina gasps. "WAIT. The one you were crushing on in thermodynamics class last year? That Sion?"
"The very same."
"How?! How did this happen? Spill everything right now."
Yujin tucks her legs under her, clearly trying to play it cool but failing miserably. "Okay, so you know how me and my ex—Chaeyoung—stayed friends after we broke up first year?"
You nod. Chaeyoung is a legend in your circle purely for how gracefully she handled that situation.
"Well, I ran into her at the cafeteria last week. She was with her new friend group, and Sion was there. I got all weird and awkward—" Yujin makes a face "—and she must have noticed, because she texted me later. Asked if I still thought he was cute."
Karina squeals. Yujin shushes her.
"I told her the truth. And she... set us up. Wingwoman ex-girlfriend style."
You stare at her. "That's one hell of a nice ex. I'm genuinely impressed you two stayed on such good terms that she's actively wingwoman-ing for you now."
Yujin grins. "Right? But anyway. We've just been texting for now. Nothing serious." She pauses. "We do have a date this Saturday, though."
Karina launches herself at Yujin in a hug that nearly knocks them both over. "OMG. We need to help you pick outfits. Full fashion show. You're trying on everything you own."
Yujin laughs, hugging her back. "Deal."
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You stay up way too late. Gossip turns into deep talk turns into random YouTube videos turns into Karina attempting to read everyone's palms.
At some point, you stretch out on the couch and sigh contentedly.
"Can I sleepover tonight?" you ask. "I know I'm literally next door, but we don't do this as much anymore. Third year is so packed with stuff."
Karina side-hugs you from her spot on the floor. Yujin nods from her bed.
"Of course, babe," Karina says. "One big sleepover like old times. It's been due."
You end the night squished together on various surfaces, watching rom-coms and ruthlessly making fun of every unrealistic moment.
"They would never catch that flight in real life," you mutter.
"He literally just ran through an airport without a ticket. Security would never."
"He's hot though," Karina offers.
"Doesn't matter. Realism matters."
Yujin throws a pillow at you. You throw it back.
Eventually, one by one, you all fall asleep—warm, safe, and exactly where you're supposed to be.
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You like to call this week "Stay Tuned: Will I Survive Midterms or Will They End Me?"
Except midterms haven't even started yet. It's Friday. The calm before the storm. And instead of using this precious, sacred, once-in-a-lifetime weekend to prepare for the hell that awaits you on Monday, you've been sitting in this study room for five hours, watching your brain slowly liquefy.
Four midterms. Five days. Starting Monday. Who in their right mind would schedule bioinformatics, molecular biology, biochemistry, and statistics in a single week? The answer, apparently, is your university's scheduling committee—a group of people who have clearly never experienced the existential dread of trying to memorize metabolic pathways while running on three hours of sleep and pure spite.
You're currently in a study room you booked specifically so you could have peace and quiet. No roommates. No friends asking to grab food. No distractions.
Just you and the abyss.
Five hours. Five. Your back hurts. Your eyes burn. And you've been staring at the same bioinformatics slide for what feels like an eternity, except the words have stopped making sense and now they just look like random letters arranged in a cruel, meaningless pattern.
You drop your head into your hands and let out a desperate sigh that echoes off the walls.
Why did you choose this major? Why didn't you just do something easy?? Like professional napping?
The door opens.
You don't look up immediately. Probably Sohee, coming to check on you, or maybe a stranger who booked the room after you—except you have it until 8 PM, so—
"Thought this room was supposed to be for studying, not for hosting a funeral."
You know that voice.
Your head snaps up. Eunseok stands in the doorway, one shoulder leaning against the frame, looking annoyingly well-rested. Like he didn't just walk out of a perfectly good nap while you've been here slowly decomposing over a laptop.
"What do you want?" Your voice comes out dry. Sandpaper. You haven't had water in three hours.
He steps inside, letting the door close behind him. "Just came to check up on you." His eyes sweep over the disaster zone that is your study space—crumpled papers, empty energy drink cans, your laptop with seventeen tabs open. "This room reeks of desperation."
"Eunseok." You press your fingers to your temples. "I don't have the patience for your remarks right now. I really, really don't."
"Don't be like that, sweetheart." He's moving closer now, and there's something in his hands you can't quite see. "I'm only here to grace you with my presence. I even brought you something."
He sets a bag on the corner of the table. A familiar logo. Your favorite coffee shop. The one ten minutes off campus that you never have time to go to anymore.
Something inside you snaps.
"Why are you really here?" The words come out sharp, jagged. You push back from the table, chair scraping against the floor. "Does this seem funny to you? I have four midterms starting Monday. Four. And you show up here—" Your voice cracks. You hate that it cracks. "What, to watch me lose my mind? Get a front-row seat to the breakdown before finals even start?"
He blinks. "I—I was just—"
"You were just what?" You're standing now. Your hands are shaking. You can't tell if it's from hunger, caffeine, or the overwhelming pressure of knowing that everything hinges on next week. "Trying to sabotage me? Distract me so I fall behind before the first exam even hits? Or worse—coming here to antagonize me so I go into midterms already defeated?"
His jaw tightens. "That's not what this is."
"No? Then what is it, Eunseok?" You laugh, but there's nothing funny about it. "Because that's what you do, isn't it? Every single class, every single project, every single grade. You have to be there. You have to be better. You have to rub it in my face every chance you get."
"Where is this coming from—"
"And now you show up here, with coffee from my favorite place, like you're some kind of—what? Good Samaritan? Like you actually care?" Your voice is rising. You can't stop it. The words are pouring out now, all the stress and exhaustion and three years of never quite measuring up finally finding an outlet. "You want to see me break. That's what this is. You saw me struggling and thought you'd come watch. Maybe get a laugh. Maybe take a picture so you can remember the moment you finally beat me."
He stares at you. His face is very still. Too still.
"Is that really what you think of me?"
"Tell me I'm wrong." You're breathing hard now. "Tell me you didn't come here just to see me like this."
He doesn't answer right away. And in that silence, something in his expression shifts. The easy amusement is gone. The playful smirk. Everything. What's left is something you've never seen on his face before.
Hurt.
"Wow." His voice is quiet. Controlled. "Good to know that's what you think."
He reaches into his bag. You hadn't even noticed he had more. He pulls out a sandwich. A banana. A pack of your favorite chips—the pink ones you always grab from the vending machine. The ones you didn't even know he knew you liked.
He drops everything onto the table. The coffee sloshes against the lid.
"I saw you through the window." His voice is steady, but there's something underneath it that you've never heard before. Something raw. "You looked like you were about to pass out. Or cry. Or both. And even though we're not—" He stops. Exhales sharply through his nose. "I thought you might need food. And coffee. Because believe it or not, I'm not actually a monster."
He steps back. The space between you suddenly feels like a canyon.
"But apparently, I'm always the bad guy in your story." He holds your gaze for a moment. His jaw works, like he's swallowing something he wants to say. "So I'll gladly 'fuck off.' Have fun with your midterms. Wouldn't want to sabotage you."
He turns. Walks to the door. Doesn't look back.
The door slams behind him with a sound that echoes through the small room and settles deep in your chest.
You stand there for a long moment. Frozen. The silence presses in on all sides.
Your eyes drift to the table. The coffee. The sandwich. The chips. The stupid banana like he was actually concerned about your potassium intake.
The coffee from the shop ten minutes away.
He went off campus. For you.
He saw you through the window. He went out of his way. He brought you your favorite coffee, and snacks, and he didn't even ask for anything in return. He just... wanted to help.
And you threw it in his face.
Your hands are shaking. You slide back into your chair, suddenly boneless. A tear slips down your cheek before you can stop it. Then another. Then a sob catches in your throat.
You bury your face in your hands and let them come.
You fucked up.
You really, really fucked up.
And now you have to get through the worst week of the semester carrying this guilt with you.
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You're in your dorm now, replaying what happened a million times in your head.
The coffee. The chips. The look on his face right before he walked out.
You don't even know what got into you. You never should have let the rage get the best of you. He was just trying to help. He went off campus. He brought your favorite coffee. And you—you threw it in his face like he was the enemy.
Fuck.
You're still sitting on your bed, staring at nothing, when a knock comes at the door.
You drag yourself up and open it. Karina and Yujin stand on the other side, already dressed up, energy buzzing off them like they've been mainlining caffeine.
"Get ready," Karina announces, pushing past you into the room. "We're going to a party."
You blink. "A what? No. Guys, I'm not in the mood."
"Yeah, no." Yujin follows Karina in, already heading for your closet. "You're going. You need to let loose before midterms week. You look like you haven't slept in weeks."
She's not wrong, but that's not the point.
You cross your arms, giving them your most stubborn look. "I said I'm not—"
"You're going, and that's final." Karina grabs your arm and starts steering you toward the bathroom. "Go shower. Me and Yujin will pick an outfit for you."
"We need to hurry," Yujin adds, already rifling through your clothes. "Anton and Sohee are picking us up."
You pause at the bathroom door. "Whose party even is this?"
"Seunghan's," Karina calls over her shoulder. "At his shared apartment with Wonbin and Sion."
Your stomach drops. Seunghan. Which means Eunseok will probably be there. Eunseok, who you screamed at four hours ago. Eunseok, who you accused of trying to sabotage you.
You eye Yujin, who is suddenly very focused on sorting through your tops. "I see why you want to go so badly."
A flush creeps up her neck. "Ugh. Well." She waves you off. "Go shower. We're gonna be late."
You laugh despite yourself and step into the bathroom.
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When you get out, the outfit is laid out on your bed like a verdict.
A red leather skirt. Thigh-high boots. A black bodysuit that definitely shows more than you usually show. The whole thing screams attention.
You stare at it. Then at Karina.
She throws her hands up defensively. "Girl, you need to look hot. Maybe find a man while you're at it."
You open your mouth to argue, then close it. You don't have the energy to fight tonight. You're already drained from the study room, from replaying Eunseok's face, from the guilt sitting heavy in your chest.
You put on the outfit. Do some light makeup—enough to look alive, not enough to look like you're trying. When you catch your reflection in the mirror, you almost don't recognize yourself.
Hot, Karina's voice echoes in your head. Maybe find a man.
The last thing you need is more complications.
Your phone buzzes.
Anton: out front
Karina grabs your hand. "Let's get this party started."
Yujin is already halfway out the door, and you let yourself be pulled along, the weight in your chest only getting heavier with every step.
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The ride to the party is lively. Sohee is already buzzed—definitely from pre-gaming if the slight slur in his voice is anything to go by.
"You didn't tell us you were pre-gaming before the party, Hee," Yujin says from the back seat.
Sohee twists around to look at her. "Yeah, because when you guys pre-game, me and Anton have to babysit the three of you. I wanna make the most of this party." He gestures between himself and you. "Y'all don't have four midterms next week. I need to let loose before them."
You smile a little at the girls bickering with Sohee. Maybe this will be fun. Maybe you should let loose.
Anton parks the car, and everyone piles out.
You stop in front of the building and your brain short-circuits. This isn't a normal apartment. This is a full-on house. Three stories, nice exterior, the kind of place you'd expect to see in a movie about rich college kids, not actual people you know.
Anton follows your gaze. "Yeah, they're loaded. Three live in one apartment, the other three in another. Top floor is storage, from what I heard."
You shoot him a confused look but don't question how he knows so much. Anton is like that—collects information like a magpie collects shiny things.
Karina bounces on her heels. "Let's go, guys. Party's already started."
You step inside and the noise hits you first. Then the smell—alcohol and something sweet, bodies pressed together, music vibrating through the floorboards. The party is already full blast, people spilling across two floors, cups in hand, dancing like there's no tomorrow.
Sohee and Anton peel off immediately to find Seunghan. Yujin practically floats toward the kitchen, probably looking for Sion.
That leaves you and Karina.
"Drinks?" she asks.
"Drinks."
You push through the crowd to the kitchen, which is somehow just as packed. Karina grabs a beer and hands it to you, but your eyes are fixed on the row of bottles on the counter.
"Pass me the tequila."
She raises an eyebrow. "You sure?"
You don't answer. Just reach for the bottle and pour yourself a shot. Then another.
Karina watches you with growing concern. "Babes, maybe slow down?"
You're already pouring the third. "I'm fine, Rina. Not even buzzed yet."
That's a lie. You can feel the warmth spreading through your chest, the edges of your thoughts starting to blur. But that's the point. You want to forget today. You want to scrape the guilt out of your ribcage and leave it here, on this sticky floor, where it can't follow you into midterms week.
Someone calls Karina's name from across the room—a friend from her physics class.
"You gonna be okay?" she asks, already half-turned toward the voice.
"Yeah." You grab your beer. "Gonna dance a little."
She squeezes your hand and disappears into the crowd.
You lose yourself on the dancefloor. The music is loud enough to drown out thoughts, the bass heavy enough to vibrate through your bones. You close your eyes and let it happen—let your body move, let the alcohol blur the edges, let the guilt loosen its grip just enough to breathe.
At some point, the heat becomes too much. Too many bodies. Too loud. You need space.
You stumble toward the stairs—definitely drunk now—and make your way up to the second floor. It's quieter here. Fewer people. The ones that are around are either deep in conversation or pressed against walls, too occupied to notice you.
You wander down the hallway, looking for somewhere to sit, and spot a door slightly ajar. Probably the bathroom. You push it open—
And walk straight into someone's chest.
Hands catch your waist to steady you. You look up, already forming an apology, and the words die in your throat.
Eunseok.
His face shifts from surprise to something harder to read. Your stomach drops. The guilt comes rushing back, sobering you faster than anything else could.
"Hi." Your voice comes out slurred. "I—hey. So."
He stares at you for a beat. "You're drunk." It's not a question. "Jesus."
He pulls you into the room—his room, you realize, glancing at the photos on the wall, the familiar jacket draped over a chair, the mess of textbooks on his desk. A room that feels painfully him.
"Sit." He guides you to the edge of his bed. "I'm going to get one of your friends."
"No." Your hand shoots out, grabbing his wrist before you can stop yourself. "Can you—can you stay? I need to talk to you."
He hesitates. You can see the war playing out on his face—the part of him that wants to walk away, the part that's too stubborn to leave you like this.
He sighs and grabs a bottle of water from his desk. "Drink this. You need to sober up."
You take it, drinking obediently while he crouches in front of you. His eyes scan your face, searching.
"I've never seen you this drunk." His voice is quieter now. "What the hell is up with you?"
You press a hand to your chest, right over the spot that's been heavy all night. "Wanted to get rid of this feeling." You look at him. "Guilt."
He frowns. "Guilt?"
"I'm sorry." The words tumble out before you can stop them. "This afternoon. I was—I was overwhelmed, and I blew up on you. And all you did was try to help me."
A tear slips down your cheek. He watches it fall, something flickering in his expression.
"You brought me coffee." Your voice cracks. "From the shop ten minutes away. And snacks. And I—I said all that stuff. I know you're not the type of person to sabotage someone. I just needed someone to blame in case midterms go wrong. And you were there. And I'm sorry."
He's quiet for a long moment. Then he sighs and reaches up, wiping the tear from your cheek with his thumb.
"I know you didn't mean it." His voice is softer than you've ever heard it. "Don't worry about it, okay?" He pauses. "I just want you to know that even if we're 'rivals'..." He does air quotes. "Doesn't mean I don't care."
He settles onto the bed next to you. Close. Closer than he needs to be.
The tequila is still buzzing in your veins, lowering every wall you've ever built. You turn to look at him. Really look.
His eyes. His nose. His lips.
"Might be the tequila talking." Your voice comes out barely above a whisper. "But you have really pretty eyes."
He goes still.
You let your gaze travel. "And nose." Your hand moves before you can think better of it, fingers brushing against his lips. "And lips."
His breath catches. You can feel it against your fingertips.
"You're drunk," he says, but his voice is rougher now. "You don't know what you're saying."
You lean closer. You can feel his breath on your skin, can see the exact moment his eyes drop to your lips—
The door swings open.
Anton stands in the doorway, chest heaving like he ran up the stairs. His eyes bounce between you and Eunseok, taking in the proximity, the position, the way you're leaning into his space.
Eunseok leans back immediately, putting distance between you. But you catch the way his jaw tightens.
"There you are." Anton exhales. He looks at Eunseok. "Thanks, bro. Karina was spiraling looking for her."
Eunseok nods, voice steady again. "Yeah. No problem. She's a little out of it. Gave her some water. She should start sobering up."
Anton crosses the room and hooks an arm around your waist, pulling you up. "Y/N? Come on. Let's go."
You let him guide you toward the door, but you look back over your shoulder.
Eunseok is still sitting on the edge of his bed, watching you. Something unreadable in his expression.
You give him a small, drunk smile.
He doesn't smile back. But he doesn't look away either.
And then Anton is pulling you out the door, and the hallway is spinning, and your memory fuzzes into nothing.
content — fluff, attempt humor, established relationship, boyfriend anton, reader teasing anton, anton being soft, period comfort, protective anton, mild sexual humor, suggestive jokes, marriage mention, MDNI
note — Heavy on the Attempt humor ok? im still trying to get the hang of Smau´s
note — all i crave in life is a lego date with this man
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It's Saturday, and you and Hwa decided to have an indoor date since it's still cold outside.
You were the one in charge of planning this date, so you decided to go buy a Lego set for both of you to build together—it's one of your favorite activities to do as a couple. You also picked up some food and various snacks. And because you wanted to make it extra special, you got two bouquets of flowers. One for each of you.
You set everything up—the Legos in the middle of the coffee table, the snacks arranged in little bowls. The living room looks cozy, warm, perfect.
Then you hear the doorbell ring.
You open the door, and there he is—your beautiful boyfriend, standing there dressed in comfortable clothes, looking like he just rolled out of bed and still managed to be the most handsome person you've ever seen.
"Hey, lovie," he says, leaning in to kiss your cheek.
"Hey, baby." You step aside to let him in.
He takes his shoes off and pads into the living room. When he sees the setup—the Legos, the flowers, the snacks—he stops.
"Baby, oh my god. You got Legos. The flower ones."
"Yeah, love." You smile, watching his face light up. "Each of us can do one."
He grabs your face in his hands and kisses you, soft and sweet. "Thank you, baby. This is the perfect date."
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You both sit on the floor in front of the coffee table, cross-legged, knees almost touching. The instructions are spread out between you, plastic bags of colorful bricks scattered around like confetti.
You build and snack, steal glances and giggles, share kisses in between steps.
At some point, just to mess with him, you start hiding pieces of his Lego set. Small ones. Ones he won't notice immediately.
"Hey, love?" He holds up the instruction booklet, pointing at a specific block. "Have you seen this piece?"
You widen your eyes, all innocence. "Hmm, no, I haven't, baby. Don't tell me you already lost it."
"No, no, I didn't." He frowns, scanning the floor around him. "It's just… I can't see it right now. Probably. It's here somewhere."
You watch him search for a moment, then giggle and hand him the missing pieces.
"Oh, you brat." He pokes your side. "You were taking them."
You shrug, grinning. "Just wanted to mess with you a little."
"Oh, yeah?" He lunges, fingers finding your ribs, and you shriek.
"Ahhh, stop, stop! I give up! I won't steal anymore!"
He stops tickling you but doesn't let go. Instead, he pulls you closer, looks into your eyes while you're still catching your breath, still giggling.
"I love you," he says.
You smile, soft and warm. "I love you too, Hwa."
You lean in and peck his lips.
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You both finish your Legos—two beautiful flower bouquets that will never wilt, sitting side by side on the coffee table. The night ends with movies, snacks, and his arm around your shoulders, your head on his chest, the world outside cold and forgotten.
the sunlight filtered through the curtains with soft golden streaks. it painted the bedroom in warm morning hues. you stirred slightly, with your consciousness creeping in slowly. there was warm body pressed against your side. it was anton's chest, it rose and fell in a steady rhythm beneath your cheek and you could hear the quiet sounds of him scrolling through his phone; the soft taps of his thumb against the screen.
you didn't open your eyes yet. more like didn't want to. this was way too comfortable and too perfect to disturb. your face was tucked into the crook of his neck as your arm was draped across his bare stomach. plus you were wearing his shirt. the oversized clothing hung loose on you considering that he was much broader than you. it was soft from the countless washes and it smelled like his laundry detergent.
"i know you're awake," anton murmured, his voice rough with sleep. he didn't look away from his phone but his free hand came up to play with your hair. his soft fingers running through your bedhead hair.
"no i'm not," you mumbled against his skin, your lips brushing his collarbone.
he laughed quietly. the sound rumbling through his chest. "baby, you literally just spoke."
"sleep talking."
"uh huh." his fingers kept their gentle movement through your hair with it occasionally scratching lightly at your scalp in a way that made you want to purr. "you drooled on me again, by the way."
you finally cracked one eye open, spotting the small wet patch on his chest. "oops."
"it's fine. kinda cute actually." but he still hadn't put his phone down. he was still scrolling through what looked like instagram but his attention was clearly divided. his other hand moved from your hair to trace patterns on your back. his fingertips were slipping just barely under the hem of his shirt you wore. "wonbin posted pictures from yesterday. we look good."
"mm." you pressed closer as your leg hooking over his. the sudden movement made his breath hitch slightly and you felt him tense before relaxing again.
"you're really warm," he said finally tilting his head to look down at you. his glasses were slightly crooked on his face and his hair was an absolute mess. it looked cute but it sticking up in weird angles. he looked soft and sleepy and unfairly attractive. "like a little space heater."
"what! no, you're the warm one." you nuzzled into his neck trying to breath him in. "you're always warm."
"thats good. it means you'll stay close." his hand on your back pressed slightly, encouraging you to move even closer even though there was literally no space left between you. "closer."
"toni, i'm basically on top of you already."
"not close enough." he set his phone down on his chest using his now free hand to pull you more firmly against him. both arms wrapped around you tightly with one hand resuming its place in your hair while the other splayed across your lower back. "there. better."
you laughed against his skin, your breath making him shiver. "clingy..."
"you are always complainging." he said jokingliy as his fingers found the ends of your hair, twirling the strands. through his glasses, you could see his eyes were still half lidded. he was sleepy despite being awake. "what time is it?"
"i have no idea and i dont really care."
"good answer." he picked his phone back up with one hand, the other never stopping its gentle movements on your back. you felt him press a kiss to the top of your head, casual and affectionate. "sungchan's asking if we want to get lunch later."
"what'd you say?"
"haven't answered yet. kinda don't want to leave this bed though."
"we should probably eat at some point."
"yeah, but like. later later." his thumb brushed across your spine and you felt goosebumps rise despite the soft warm touch warmth. "we have nowhere to be. no schedules. so its just us and this bed and all the time in the world."
you hummed in agreement as your hand moving from his tponed stomach to his chest. the feeling his heartbeat under your palm was steady and reassuring. anton's hand left your hair to catch yours. he brought it up to his lips to press a kiss to your knuckles before placing it back on his chest, his hand covering yours.
"i see that you're really clingy in the mornings," you noted though you made no move to pull away.
"im only like this with you." he said as he began to scroll through his phone again but you could feel his attention on you. the way his body was angled toward yours, the way his hand kept moving on your back like he couldn't help himself. "gotta make up for all the mornings i woke up alone in hotel rooms."
"you're gonna be sick of me by the end of your break."
"that is impossible." he said it with such certainty that it made your chest warm. his fingers found the hem of his shirt you were wearing, playing with the fabric. "you look good in my clothes, by the way. like, extremely good."
"really?"
"yeah. you should wear them more often. well all the time, actually." you felt him grin against your hair. "just have you walk around in my clothes forever."
"they are very comfortable."
"they look better on you anyways." his hand slid up your back over your shoulder to cup your cheek. he tilted your face up toward his. the glasses on his face were still crooked and you reached up to straighten them. he wrinkled his nose at the adjustment but smiled. "hi."
"you keep saying hi."
"can't help it. i look at you and the word just comes out." he leaned down to kiss you, soft and lazy, like you had all the time in the world. which, technically, you did. when he pulled back, his thumb brushed across your cheekbone. "your face is all puffy from sleep. it's cute."
"shut up."
"it is though." he kissed your forehead, then your nose, then your lips again. "you're cute. all sleepy and warm and in my shirt." his hand moved back to your hair, fingers carding through it. "this is my favorite version of you. morning you. all soft and cuddly."
"i'm not cuddly though."
"baby, you're literally wrapped around me like a koala right now."
he had a point. your leg was still hooked over his, your arm across his stomach, your face buried in his neck. you were basically using him as a full body pillow. "okay, maybe i am a little cuddly."
he hummed in amusement. his phone buzzed with another notification and then he glanced at it briefly before setting it face down on his chest. "okay, that's enough phone time. you're way more interesting anyway."
"but i'm half asleep."
"exactly. its the best type of entertainment." both his arms wrapped around you properly now with one hand in your hair and the other drawing circles on your back. "so tell me about your dreams."
"didn't have any."
"boring! make something up."
you laughed. the sound muffled against his skin. "why?"
"because i like hearing you talk. and because we're doing the lazy morning thing properly, which means pointless conversations about nothing." he adjusted slightly somehow pulling you even closer. his leg tangled with yours, and he let out a satisfied sigh. "there. perfect. now talk to me."
"about what?"
"anything. everything. what you're thinking about right now."
"i'm thinking about how you need a haircut."
his hand paused in your hair. "ok rude."
"it's getting long." you reached up to run your fingers through it and he immediately leaned into the touch like a cat. "i like it though."
"yeah?" he sounded pleased. "shotaro said i look like a mop."
"shotaro's just jealous."
"true." his fingers found yours in his hair, pulling your hand down to kiss your palm before placing it back. "keep doing that. feels nice."
you obliged. your fingers scratching lightly at his scalp like he did to you. playing with his messy hair. anton made a low, contented sound, his eyes falling shut behind his glasses. "you're gonna put me back to sleep."
"good because you barely slept on tour."
"how do you know that?"
"wonbin posts you guys on weverse at like 1am regularly. and you facetimed me from the tour bus at 3am multiple times."
"okay, fair." he cracked one eye open to look at you. "but i'm home now and you're here. so i'll sleep better."
"you better."
"little bossy here..." but he was smiling. it was soft and affectionate. his hand slid under the shirt you were wearing again, palm warm against your skin. "you're so soft. how are you this soft?"
"lotion."
"what kind? i'm buying ten bottles."
you laughed and he looked so proud of himself for making you laugh that he pulled you up slightly to kiss you again. this one lasted longer though, it was slow and sweet. his hand was now cradling the back of your head. when you finally broke apart, you were both slightly breathless.
"okay, new plan," anton said, his voice rougher now. "we stay in this bed forever. never leave. we can just exist right here."
"we have to eat eventually."
"delivery exists." his hand was back to tracing patterns on your back, his touch light and soothing. "and we have water bottles on the nightstand. we're set."
"what about showering?"
"overrated."
"toni."
"okay, fine. we can shower together so we can conserve water. its very environmentally friendly of us." he grinned at your expression. "what? i'm being practical."
"you're being clingy again like a puppy."
"same thing." he shifted towards you again. he rolled slightly so more of his weight pressed against you, his face finding your neck now. "your turn to be the pillow."
"ugh you're heavy."
"you'd love me anyway." his lips brushed against your neck and you felt him smile when your breath hitched. "knew it."
"knew what?"
"that you're just as affected by me as i am by you." his nose traced up your neck to your jaw. "you get all shivery when i do this." he demonstrated by pressing soft kisses along your jawline.
"confident anton is really dangerous to my wellbeing."
"nope. confident anton is honest." he pulled back to look at you. his glasses sliding down his nose slightly. when you pushed them back up, he caught your hand. then he pressed a kiss to your wrist. "three months away gave me a lot of time to think about all the things i wanted to do when i got home."
"oh yeah? like what?"
"like this." he kissed you again. "and this." his hand slid up your side. "and definitely this." he rolled you both so you were tucked against his side again, his arm tight around you. "just you know, being able to hold you and touch you. all the things i couldn't do over facetime."
your hand found his chest again tracing patterns on his skin. "i missed you."
"good." he caught your hand interlacing your fingers. "because you're stuck with me now. at least for the next three days."
"only three days?"
"okay, forever then. you're stuck with me forever." he said it lightly but there was something underlying that made your heart skip. "thats okay with you?"
"obviously. yeah," you said softly. "that's okay with me."
his smile was brilliant when he pulled you closer to him. his face buried in your hair. "perfect. absolutely perfect." his hand found yours again, fingers threading together. "now can we please go back to sleep? i'm tired, you're comfortable and this is literally the best morning ever."
"we just woke up."
"and now we're going back to sleep. it's called a lazy morning for a reason, baby." he was already settling in, his breathing evening out. "wake me up in like two hours so i can kiss you some more."
"that's your plan? sleep and kissing?"
"it's a perfect plan." his arms tightened around you one last time. "love you. even if you do drool on me."
"love you too, toni."
"mmh. good." and then he was drifting off. his body relaxing completely as his hold on you never loosened. you felt his breathing deepen and felt the way he unconsciously pulled you closer even in his slee. you let yourself relax too. letting yourself sink into the comfort and safety of being held by him.
the sun continued to paint golden patterns across the room, the world outside moved on, but in this moment, time felt frozen. just you and anton wrapped up in each other exactly where you wanted to be after missing each other for moths.
thanks anon for this <3, makes me wanna cuddle with anton
content — established situationship to lovers, smut, explicit sexual content, mirror sex, riding, fingering, dirty talk, praise kink, pet names (baby, pretty girl, channie), soft dom sungchan, unprotected sex (wrap it up irl), creampie, aftercare, feelings confession, fluff at the end, minors DNI!!
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It’s late at night when you receive a text from your situationship.
He always texts you late at night. You’re starting to wonder what you even are to him—friends with benefits? Something more? Something less?
You’ve been meaning to talk to him, but every time you build up the courage, this happens. He sends a photo, teases you, and you end up pressed into his mattress, completely forgetting what you wanted to say.
And to be fair… you always fall for it. Because deep down, you know you like him. It’s more than just hooking up and casual hangouts for you.
You grab your keys, get in your car, and drive to his apartment.
You knock.
He opens the door—and there he is, wearing the exact same outfit from the photo.
“Hey, pretty girl,” he grins, stepping aside to let you in.
“Hm… so what was the reason for the sudden pic?” you ask, back still turned as you take off your shoes.
He wraps his arms around you from behind. “I missed you, baby.”
“Missed me,” you turn to face him, “or fucking me?”
He smirks, lips brushing your neck. “Both?”
Everything in you is screaming to have that conversation—but you’re also painfully turned on after that picture, so…
“Show me the new mirror?” you smirk.
“Gladly.”
He picks you up instantly, your legs wrapping around his waist as he kisses your neck.
He carries you into his room and lays you down on the bed.
And there it is—the mirror, perfectly placed in front of it.
He kisses you again, fast and needy.
Then he pulls back and gestures for you to sit up. He lifts your shirt—and pauses when he realizes you’re not wearing anything underneath.
“Fuck… baby,” he breathes. “Already so pretty for me.”
He leans down, kissing and grabbing at your chest, one hand teasing a nipple while his mouth focuses on the other.
You moan softly, fingers tangling in his hair.
Then he leans close to your ear. “Ride me?”
You blink at him.
That’s new.
He’s never asked that before.
You swallow, nodding softly. “Yeah…”
He wastes no time, pulling off his pants and boxers while you get rid of yours. He shifts you on top of him, hands firm on your hips.
You start grinding against him, your wetness coating his length.
“Fuck… baby, don’t tease,” he groans. “That feels so good—fuck.”
You lift yourself slightly, dragging his tip along your entrance, teasing him back. He’s already a mess beneath you.
Then you sink down slowly, a soft whimper leaving your lips.
“Fuck—baby—” he groans.
“Chan… you’re so deep—fuck—
“Yeah?” he pants. “You like that?”
“Fuck, I feel so full… you feel so good—”
One of his hands grips your hip while the other moves to your chest, playing with your nipple as you start moving.
You throw your head back, lost in the feeling.
“Look at you,” he murmurs. “Taking me so well… look in the mirror, baby. See how pretty you look riding my cock.”
You follow his words, eyes meeting your reflection—your body moving over his, his hands all over you.
“Come on… I can feel you clenching,” he groans. “Cum for me. Wanna see that pretty face when you do.”
That’s all it takes.
You fall apart around him, your body tightening as you reach your high.
He doesn’t stop.
Instead, he flips you over, pulling you up before you can even process it.
“I’m not done with you,” he mutters. “Let’s actually test that mirror.”
Before you can react, he lifts you again, pressing you against the mirror. Your hands wrap around him instinctively as he kisses you.
Then he slowly lowers you, turning you around so your chest presses against the glass.
Your breath fogs it instantly.
He lines himself up behind you, teasing your entrance again before pushing in.
“Fuck… still so tight,” he groans.
You moan, pressing back into him.
His thrusts start slow but deep, powerful, making your body jolt against the mirror.
“Faster, Channie… please—”
“Yeah?” he murmurs. “You can handle it?”
“Please—”
That’s all he needs.
He picks up the pace, thrusts becoming rougher, faster.
“Pussy’s made for me,” he groans. “Look at you… taking me so well.”
The sounds fill the room—your moans, his, skin against skin.
“Sungchan—fuck—I’m gonna cum again—”
“Me too, baby… cum with me.”
He reaches around, fingers finding your clit, rubbing tight circles as he keeps thrusting.
Your body tightens again, and you release, clenching around him.
That’s what pushes him over.
He groans loudly, finishing inside you.
He slows, pulling out, watching as it slowly drips out of you.
Then he gently pulls you back to bed, both of you collapsing onto the mattress.
“Well… that was something,” you mumble, still breathless.
You turn to him, only to find him already looking at you.
He reaches out, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
“I know this might not be the best timing…” he starts softly, “but I really like you. I want us to be more than just… this. More than hookups and random hangouts. I wanna take you on dates. I want you to be mine.”
You blink at him, then smile.
“I like you too. A lot, actually,” you admit. “I’ve been wanting to talk about it… but we always get distracted.”
He laughs quietly. “Yeah… I can’t really control myself around you.”
He leans in, resting his forehead against yours. “Be mine?”
You nod, whispering, “Yes.”
He smiles—and kisses you, slow and soft this time.
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