Summary: After your dog runs away not once, but twice, is it really fate that you meet the same man during both times?
Pairings: Jinyoung x reader
Genre: FLUFF
Warnings: mentioning death of pet
Word Count: 2k
Having a large breed of a dog for a few years really takes its toll on the orthopedic bed you bought for Neptune when she reached the age of 3. She was now 6 and her bones often cracked and creaked every time she stood up from her bed, indicating how flat her bed was becoming. You knew Neptune’s favorite thing to do was go shopping for new things at the pet store. And that’s what you did with her. You helped her get into the backseat of your car and off the two of you went.
You approached the pet store and instantly Neptune’s golden tail began to wag with excitement. Her paws began to prance in the back of your car, and you were so happy to see her happy. You hooked the leash onto her pretty indigo collar and helped her jump out of your car. When the two of you walked in, you led her to the beds and allowed her to pick her favorite color. Her last bed was orange but this time, she was feeling baby blue. You bent over to get the bed from the lowest shelf and at the same time, managed to accidently drop her leash. She saw what happened and instantly zoomed away from your side. In a panic, you ran after her, the large bed still in your grasp. You saw Neptune run down the aisle and right when you thought you caught up to her, she ran down another aisle.
Now huffing and puffing in fear of her being attacked by someone else’s dog or possibly being kicked out of the store, you tried running as fast as you could. Calling out her name crossed your mind, but it would just bring more attention to what was going on. You decided to drop the bed and run for her, seeing her go down the reptile aisle. She came to a stop as she saw a man looking at a tank with a snake inside.
“Neptune!” You yelled for her. She turned to look back at you but continued toward the man anyway. The man looked towards you and then saw Neptune going towards him. With a large smile on his face, he bent down at eye level with Neptune and allowed her to sniff him. Her fluffy tail began to wag, the fastest you had ever seen it move.
You finally approached the man and Neptune, completely out of breath. “I’m so sorry. I accidently let go of her leash and she ran.”
The man looked up at you, his eyes gleamed in the light that lit up the store. He had very soft features yet prominent at the same time. His raven black hair shined as he ran his hand through it, allowing his bangs to fluff perfectly around his forehead. He gave you a large grin as he continued to pet Neptune.
“It’s okay. I used to have a golden retriever myself. I love this breed,” he said as he got up and handed you the leash. You took the leash from his hand, accidently grazing the soft skin from his hands. You became intrigued as he took a glance at the white snake inside the tank.
“Are you buying a snake?” You asked curiously.
He nodded. “I am. I have a few at home and I saw this one when I came to buy a bigger tank.”
He continued looking at the snake in a daze and that allowed you to look at the man closer. He was insanely beautiful, almost pretty. He was wearing a black knit sweater that looked slightly big as it covered his knuckles. It was tucked inside his pants which were a light brown and ironed down smoothly that not a single wrinkle was shown. He wore sleek black loafers, almost as black as his hair. All in all, he did not look like the type of person that would own snakes.
He looked back at you, and you quickly looked away at the snake that he wanted, making him laugh through his nose.
“I’m Jinyoung by the way.”
His introduction made you look back at him with a smile. “I’m Y/n and this is Neptune.”
He raised his brows at Neptune’s name. “Neptune? That’s such a pretty name for her.”
“Thank you. I name her after my favorite planet,” you said.
“Oh, so you’re a space girl. You don’t really look like one,” he commented.
You furrowed your brows and laughed. “Whatever that looks like. You don’t look like a snake person.”
He smiled, his grin not fully reaching his eyes. “I wasn’t. Until I lost my pup last year. He was my baby, looked exactly like Neptune,” he said as he looked down at Neptune with sad eyes.
Not pushing any further, you decided to end the conversation. “I’m so sorry to hear that. I’m sure your snakes have been making you happy with the way you were looking at this one,” you said looking at the little white snake in the tank. “But Neptune and I have to go though. We have to be home before dark because I can’t see when I drive at night.”
“Oh, go ahead! I’m sorry if I was keeping you with my sob story,” he said laughing it off.
You and Neptune slowly walked away, allowing Jinyoung enough time to see her one last time before the two of you turned down another aisle, got the dog bed, and left.
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The next day, you saw the sun peeking out from behind the morning clouds. The sun felt warm, and you knew it was going to be a beautiful day. You turned in your bed, seeing Neptune’s face next to yours, lightly snoring her morning away. Yeah, she had her own bed but we both knew her bed was for her own privacy and alone time when she wanted it.
“Do you want to go for a walk?” you whispered. She didn’t move except a little wiggle from her nose.
You tried again. “Neptune, do you want to go for a walk?”
Her eyes shot open, ears perked up, and you can see her tail wagging from underneath the blanket. You gave her a smile and kissed her forehead and she got out of your bed before you did. She made her way out of the doggy door as you got yourself ready to take her for a walk. It was still slightly chilly as the weather transitioned from winter to spring, so you pulled a gray hoodie over your head and put on a pair of soft leggings. You combed your hair back and put it in a ponytail, doing your best to put your baby hairs down. You called out to Neptune, and she happily came when you called her. She knew the routine for every morning. You always brushed her teeth and then brushed her fur. It did take a while, but she was your baby, and you were willing to do anything for her, no matter the time. By the time you two were officially done, she followed you to the front door where you began putting your shoes on. You put on a cute and warm sweater over her body and got her leash. You hooked it onto her collar and began the walk from your house.
You always took the same route from your house when you walked Neptune. The two of you always walked to the city’s largest park which was only a few minutes away. It was a very popular park that became an easy way to socialize Neptune with people and other animals. As you approached the park, there seemed to be more people than usual. It looked like there was some type of event happening. It made you and Neptune more curious. The two of you walked over to see what it was, seeing different types of booths open and people offering their talents for money. Apparently, it was a little festival to celebrate the first day of spring.
You continued to walk around for a few more minutes and you got a little tired from walking. You approached a bench and sat down, Neptune sitting at your feet. The two of you calmly watched as people and their animals and children walked by, some giving attention to Neptune and some passing right by. A family, consisting of the two parents and two children, passed by Neptune, failing to ignore her. Neptune noticed that she caught their attention and began wagging her tail.
“Can we pet her?” the family asked. With a large smile, you nodded. Neptune stood up as the children approached her and with large smiles, the children gently rubbed her head and back. You stood up next to her, letting her know you were next to her to help her feel secure. When you looked down at her, you noticed that your shoelace was undone. You bent down on one knee and began tying your shoe, not noticing that the children instantly ran away. Thinking the children were playing with her, Neptune pulled on the leash to run with the kids and your grip on the leash broke. The same fear from the day before ran through your body. You yelled for Neptune but when she realized that you were no longer holding the leash, she bolted, running for the other side of the park.
“Neptune!” You screamed in a panic. You ran after her, not caring about whether you looked insane chasing after a dog that was easily outrunning you. It was more dangerous for her to run free in the public than it was to run at the store, which is why you were more afraid of something bad happening.
You continued to scream for her name as she zigzagged in and around people, dodging those that were trying to help you catch her. Out in the distance, behind a crowd of people, you saw her slow down near a food cart. You ran up to her, feeling a sense of relief. She was staring and begging at someone’s feet as they ordered a hot dog.
“And I’ll take a hot dog without a bun, for the dog,” you heard them say.
“Neptune!” you yelled out to her. She glanced at you but continued to ignore you as the man next to her handed her a hotdog. He looked up at you and that’s when the two of you recognized each other. You grabbed Neptune’s leash as she finished the hot dog and then you looked up at the man.
“So, we meet again. Jinyoung, right?”
“That’s right,” he said with a smile. “Y/n and Neptune, right?”
You nodded with a smile and wiped the bead of sweat that was forming on your upper lip. You backed away from the crowded food cart and Jinyoung followed.
“I’m thinking you need to hook the leash onto your belt loop or something,” he suggested as he bit into his hot dog.
“I promise you, this has never happened. Well, other than before yesterday, it has never happened,” you told him as you sat on a nearby bench to catch your breath.
“Must be fate then,” he laughed, finishing his hot dog.
“What do you mean?” you asked, confused.
“Well,” he said, tossing his wrapper in the trash, “the only time Neptune has run free were on the days you met me.”
You looked up at him and the two of you laughed. “Yeah, maybe it is fate. I mean, we’re practically matching,” you said as you pointed out his grey hoodie and black jeans.
“Do you like snakes?” he asked you out of the blue. You thought it was an odd question, but you knew he was a snake guy, so you answered anyway.
“I can’t say I don’t like them. Why?”
“Would you like to have a date at my house? I can cook for the two of us and you can bring Neptune over as well.”
You felt yourself blush, but it didn’t make you feel so embarrassed when you saw a pink tint cover both of his cheeks.
“Okay, as long as you cook for Neptune as well,” you said patting her on the head. Jinyoung reached to rub her head and smiled.
Summary: One person has been on the waiting list to check out a library book for months. The other person has the long overdue book. The two coincidentally meet one day at the library.
Pairings: Ravn x reader
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: none
Word Count: 1.9k
“It’s been months! When will they return the book?” You asked, ears turning red from anger.
“I don’t know. That isn’t something I can surely tell you,” the librarian behind the counter told you.
“Can you at least tell me the name of the person that has the book? Maybe I can find them and convince them to return the book,” you said with a fake smile.
The librarian shook her head. “Sorry, that is not information we can share with our customers.”
You huffed and rolled your eyes. You weren’t upset with the librarian. She has told you the same information for the past few months about the book you desperately wanted to check out. You were the first on the waitlist but that did no good when the current owner didn’t want to return the book. It was the last book in the crime series you had been reading. It was from an author that wasn’t well known so there was only one copy of that book. You had been reading other books in the meantime, but you grew tired of waiting.
You weren’t sure how much longer you would have to wait, and you even considered buying the $60 book. It was a crazy price for an indie author, but it was such a good story, you were almost willing to spend the money. But you weren’t that desperate.
You walked through the aisles of books, looking for your next story to indulge in. You weren’t a huge fan of crime, but you had exceptions. You were a huge hopeless romantic, living vicariously through stories, but it was just that one crime series that really had you by the neck.
As you scanned the shelves, you saw a book on the top shelf that caught your eye. Being so short, you huffed in annoyance as you looked nearby for the nearest step stool. You placed it on the ground and reached up for the book. As you were about the grab the spine of the book, a large hand came from nowhere and grabbed it before you.
“Hey! I was going to get that!” You looked at the man that grabbed the book. He was slightly taller than you as you stood standing on the step stool.
The man smirked and then whispered. “We’re in a library.”
Your jaw dropped in awe. You couldn’t believe he was trying to play this off as if you weren’t mere centimeters away from grabbing the book. You got off the step stool and crossed your arms over your chest.
“I was getting that book. Why did you grab it when you clearly saw me reaching for it?” you asked, blatantly annoyed.
“Isn’t there a saying that if you touch something first then it’s yours?” The man said with one eyebrow up.
“Yeah, it’s called Finders Keepers!” you said in a rushed tone as you grabbed the book from the man’s hands and ran across the library. You could hear loud footsteps right behind you as you ran and tried to make it seem not so obvious that you were running in the library.
You ran down a dark aisle of books, completely secluded from the rest of the library. You squatted down and tried to be as small as possible to hide from the man that wanted your book.
“I’m going to find you,” the man whispered in a sing song. “I came here specifically for that book!”
You held your breath as you seen the man walk back and forth between the aisles that you were hiding in. After a few minutes, you no longer saw him. You stood up slowly, and stuck your head out, looking both ways to make sure the coast was clear. As you saw no one, you walked right out and bumped into the one man you were hiding from.
“And I’ll take that!” he said as he ripped the book straight from your arms.
“Give it back to me!” you shouted in a whisper. “Go get another book.”
You tried to grab the book back, but he raised it above your head, making it impossible to reach. You gave up, your shoulders dropping in defeat.
“Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a book to check out,” he said with a large smile. As he turned around, you stuck your tongue out at him and mimicked his tone.
You followed him towards the exit of the library as he went towards the check-out desk, and you went towards the door to leave. You noticed the librarian smiled at him, making it known that she knew who he was. You stood back but close enough and tried to listen to their conversation like the nosy person that you were.
“Youngjo, it is so nice to see you again,” the librarian said to him. You rehearsed his name in your head, the name sounding incredibly unique to you.
“It’s nice to see you too Kathy. How’re the kids?” he asked her.
“Oh, same as always,” she started. “Do you have Psycho Crimes to turn in yet?” she asked him. Your eyes widened at the book title. That was the book that you had been waiting months for!
Youngjo laughed. “No, not yet. I will return it when I am ready.”
“I have someone that has been waitlisted for a very long time and they have been asking me about it every week.”
He shrugged his shoulders. “Then they should have checked it out before me.”
And that was the end of their conversation. He’s a complete self-centered jerk!
The man turned around after checking out his book and when his eyes met yours, they widened at the fact that you were standing there watching him. He continued to make his way towards the exit, and you followed behind him, burning holes into his head as you glared at him. He approached his car and before he opened his door, he turned around to face you.
“You need to get over it. I’m returning this book next week. You can check it out then,” he told you.
“I cannot believe you’ve had Psycho Crimes all these months! You are the most self-centered selfish jerk I have ever had the unfortunate chance of meeting!”
“Like I told Kathy…” he began to say and then pause. “Wait a minute, you’re the one that is waitlisted? You’re the reason why Kathy has been nagging me every single day to return the book!”
“Sucks to suck, doesn’t it? And I’m going to keep nagging until that book is in my hands!” you yelled. At this point, it was barely 10am and it had been such a terrible day that yelling is making you feel better.
“If you want it so bad, why don’t you just come over to my house?” he asked you. You furrowed your brows and slightly pouted. You waited a few seconds for him to say, “just kidding”, but he never did.
“What is it that you want? Who invites strangers to their house?” you asked.
He laughed and smirked. “Well, we did play tag in the library so were practically friends.”
“Somethings up. I refuse to go with you,” you told him.
“That’s fine. The offer is still open until I drive away,” he said getting into his car and closing the door. He started up his car and you really contemplated on getting in this man’s car and going to his house, for some book. Was it worth it?
Without thinking any further, you walked over to the passenger side and got into the car. You buckled your seatbelt and looked at the man as he looked at you.
With a smile, he said, “I’m Youngjo, and you?”
“Y/n,” you said simply.
“How do you know I’m not a serial killer?” he asked you.
You replied, “Well the chances of there being two serial killers in this car are a little astronomical.”
He laughed, a little harder than you expected, and put his car in drive and drove off and out of the library’s parking lot. Mere minutes passed by, and you approached a neighborhood filled with homes that you never thought you would see in real life. Some homes were tall, and some were long. Some came with large yards and others came with large farms. Youngjo took a turn down a cul-de-sac and approached one of the largest homes on the street. Not only was it large, but it was long with a huge yard.
“There’s no way you actually live here. This is a joke, right?” you said admiring the house.
Youngjo laughed. “No, it’s not. But I’m flattered. I do work hard for the things I own.”
“That being everything except Psycho Crimes, right?” you snarked.
Again, he laughed. “You know, you’re funnier than I thought you would be.”
The two of you got out of his car and walked inside the large home. It’s architecture very geometrical. He removed his jacket and you followed suit, afterwards walking into the main room.
“Take a seat. I’ll be right out with the book,” he said as he walked down a hallway. You sat on his grey couch, and it felt softer than your bed at home. He came out from his hallway with the book in his hand. You got excited, knowing that Psycho Crimes was officially going to be in your hands. He handed the book to you, and you opened it and examined it. But then you realized something was off.
“Why is this book hard back? There was only one ever made and the author has it. Is this the library’s book?”
Youngjo didn’t answer any of your questions as he watched you examine the book in confusion.
“I don’t understand,” you said under your breath. And then it dawned on you. You gasped loudly and looked up at Youngjo. “Please don’t tell me you’re the author of this book.”
Youngjo laughed. “Okay, I won’t.”
Your eyes widened at his half confession. “No way. I am so sorry for how I’ve treated you because of this book. Are you sure you’re really the author?”
Honestly, you couldn’t believe what was happening. You felt like you were in some other dimension where things didn’t make sense in the world.
“If you’re the author, why do you have the library’s version?” You asked as you looked at him. He took a seat next to you on the couch.
“I was actually trying to get another copy of the book because the one at the library is all worn out and tattered. I wanted there to be clean versions of my book series at the library.”
You continued to examine the beautiful hard cover book as you spoke to Youngjo. “Why are you handing me this when it’s the only one available?”
He shrugged his shoulders. “If you were willing to get physical with me over the book, I think you might deserve it a little more than me.”
You looked up at him. “I was never going to get physical. I would’ve just nagged Kathy,” you laughed. He laughed along with you and leaned back on his couch.
“Did you know, you are the first person I’ve ever met that actually liked my crime series? I’ve tried so many genres in the past and have been successful in all of them except crime. So, what was it that made you like this one?”
You thought a moment about it. “I honestly don’t know. This series is the first I’ve read in a long time outside of the romance genre. It was misplaced at the library in the romance section and when I read the summary from the first book, it sounded interesting. I just decided to try reading it and I came to like it.”
Youngjo nodded, appreciating the comment. “Well Y/n, I really do believe this is the start of a new friendship.”
Summary: Finally getting the chance to talk to the man who had been on your mind for a very long time
Pairings: Moonbin x reader
Genre: FLUFF
Warnings: none
Word Count: 1.9k
The town was small, and because of that, you had seen him at many of the same places that you had gone to. The market, library, car wash, coffee shop, even the bar that you went to all the time. At one point, he had even walked into your flower shop and ordered flowers. You knew you were the only one that noticed how often you saw him. He was an unforgettable person. His eyes almost disappeared with his smiles, his cheeks puffing up with every laugh. He was a tall man as well, something you found very attractive. Underneath his formal wear, you could tell he also kept in shape. His sleek black hair often shined in natural light and whenever he passed by, he smelled of baby lotion and laundry soap.
You didn't purposely go out of your way to see him, although that's what it would seem like. It's that your routine was very similar to his. Was it weird how you had this little crush on this man that you had seen for years but he doesn't even know you? As an adult woman, a lot of people would think it was weird to have a crush on a stranger. That's why you kept this secret to yourself. So, you watched him from afar, enjoying the view on those days that you did see him.
Just like every other Saturday, you got dressed up and went to the local bar. You anticipated on seeing the man, but like always, you never got your hopes up just in case he wasn't there. The jazz band already started playing music and you walked over to the seat that you always sat at. After your first drink was finished, you heard a raspy laugh that caught your attention. You looked across the bar table and saw him. His eyes disappearing behind his smile as he spoke to the man next to him.
You stared at him in awe, amazed that a perfect looking human being exists and is in the same building as you. You sipped your second drink as you watched him. He was wearing a collared shirt that seemed to have a missing tie. The collar was two buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. The relaxed look on him made him look like a delicacy and you couldn't help but just stare at him.
"Why don't you go talk to him? You're practically drooling," Mike, the bartender told you.
You looked away at Mike and laughed. "Yeah, right. Me? That man wouldn't talk to me more less even look my way," you said as you sipped your drink. Liquor never gave you the courage as it did everyone else.
"So, you're going to just stare at him like a creep," Mike stated.
You gasped. "Is it that noticeable? Do I really look like a creep?" You brought your eyebrows together, genuinely worried that you looked like a weirdo staring at him.
Mike laughed. "Nah, I'm joking. But you should really go talk to him. What do you have to lose?"
You took another sip. "My dignity. I don't know what I'd do if he rejected me. I mean, it's what I assume he would do but for it to really happen would send me over the brink."
Mike cackled loudly, making the whole bar stare. You even glanced across and saw that man staring. You felt your face flush red as you quickly looked away and back at Mike. "Why did you have to laugh so freaking loud for?"
"Well, it was funny. Can't a man laugh?"
You rolled your eyes. You took a final sip of your drink and when you brought your cup down and looked across the bar, some woman was hanging over him. She was one of those unforgettable women, with long curly red hair and a little black dress to accentuate her features. She giggled at something he said and whispered in his ear. He whispered back in her ear and her smile disappeared. The woman backed up and walked away with a frown on her face. You wondered what they said to each other.
As you watched the woman walk out the door, you looked back at the man across the bar and caught him looking at you. You instantly looked away, in hopes that he didn't notice you staring at him the whole night. You tried to sneak another look at the man, but you made eye contact with him and quickly looked away again.
Damn it! Why was he staring at you? Maybe you had something on your face? Or maybe your face was tomato red from the eye contact.
You noticed from the side of your eye that Mike walked over to him with a drink. You turned your head fully and saw Mike give the man a drink like yours and exchange a few words. As Mike walked away, the man took a sip and as he sat his cup down, he looked back up at you. This time, you held contact with him long enough to see him send you a smile. Your immediate reaction was the widening of your eyes in full panic mode. Your breathing was now increasing as well as your heart rate and you just thought that you should leave and call it night.
As you reached for your purse and stood up from your chair, Mike walked up to you. "Where are you going?"
"Home. I'm calling it a night. I feel overwhelmed."
Mike slammed his hands on the bar table in front of you and you froze. "I just handed that man a free drink and said it was from you and you're going to leave just like that?"
You gasped. "You did what?!"
"His name is Moonbin by the way," Mike said smiling.
You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. "Mike, please tell me you are lying."
From behind closed eyes, you heard Mike laugh and walk away. You opened your eyes and that man, Moonbin, was standing next to you smiling.
"Hello," he said. Your breath hitched in your throat as you took a step back and stumbled into your chair. He grabbed your arm to keep you from falling and you looked up at him, seeing him close for the first time.
"Woah, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you," he said with his raspy voice. His voice was smooth, something you could listen to all day. Like on a podcast or asmr. Although his voice was high pitched, it was the perfect tone as he spoke with his soft sound.
"I came over to introduce myself. I'm Moonbin. And you?" He said with a smile.
You looked over to Mike and he was staring and listening to your interaction with Moonbin. You look back, tuning back into the conversation.
"I'm Y/n," you were surprised you managed to say.
"I really liked the drink you sent over to me," he said raising his glass up. He brought the cup to his pink lips as he took a sip of the gold drink.
"Do you normally drink ginger ale with vodka?" He asked. "I feel like it's a weird combination, but it surprisingly goes well with each other."
You nodded your head. "Um, yeah. I got that from Mike. It's not all that creative but I shouldn't take credit for the drink."
Moonbin smiled. The proximity of having him so close was making your head spin and feel like your body was floating. You started to think it might have been the drink.
Mike walked over with a huge smile as Moonbin looked back at him and thanked him for the drink. "How's everything going?" Mike asked.
Moonbin nodded. "It's going good. Thanks for the conversation starter."
Mike nodded and walked away. You looked up at Moonbin in thought. "What did Mike tell you when he gave you that drink?"
"He asked me if you looked familiar," he simply said. You raised your brows, expecting a longer answer from him.
"And? What did you say?" You asked him.
"I thought about it. And I realized that you look more familiar than I'd like to admit. Would you like to sit down and talk so I can figure out why?" He asked with his smile never leaving his face.
The two of you sat down in a corner, the farthest away from the jazz band so that you two weren't screaming in conversation. You ended up finding out that yeah, it was a huge coincidence that you both had the same routine and went to the same local areas. It wasn't very common for you to recognize a face in town, so it made you happy to know that you two were just similar in those aspects.
You also found out that he is a CEO of some company that makes skin care products. It made sense considering how bright and clear his skin was. You told him you were a florist and he grinned from ear to ear when he realized how much he loved your flower shop and that his mom loved your flowers. After what seemed like hours of talking and getting to know each other, you felt at ease next to him. The bar was near closing and the two of you decided to take your conversation outside.
"You know, you caught my attention more than once and I couldn't help but be mesmerized by you. Is that weird?" You asked him.
Moonbin laughed behind his hand. "No, it's not weird. You want to know what's weird? We live in the same complex and you managed to recognize me everywhere in public except where you live."
You furrowed your eyebrows. "You do not live in that complex. The one by the park?"
He smiled and nodded. "Yeah, the penthouse isn't too bad."
You scratched your head. "So, then that means you've seen me before."
"Yup, every single morning. Since the day you moved in. Is that weird?" He asked.
"No, it's not," you giggled.
"You know, I had a nice time tonight. I didn't think I'd end up doing this, but would you like to go out on a date with me? Maybe this weekend?" he asked.
You raised your brows in wonder. You couldn't believe the man you had admired from afar is now asking you out on a date. "Yes, I would love to go out on a date with you."
"Okay, I'll pick you up on Saturday at 7 p.m. I already know where you live so I'll just knock on your door."
With that, the two of you ended up walking back to the complex, considering it was down the street.
"I wouldn't take you for someone that would walk to the bar," you told him as you approached your door.
"Well, I guess you'd have to wait and find out what kind of guy I really am," he said as he winked at you and left. You laughed and shook your head in disbelief. You walked into your house and shut the door behind you. You slid down your door and sat on the floor, reminiscing the events of that night. You genuinely could not believe what was happening and you felt like a lucky girl. You felt like you were back in high school as you replayed memories of Moonbin and his smile.
Summary: Your best friend just wants to help you orgasm
Pairings: Johnny x reader
Genre: SMUT
Warnings: slight choking, being pinned down, two orgasms, no condom, creampie, aftercare
Word Count: 2.4k
"Don't you think it's weird that we spend every waking minute with each other, yet we still continue to have sleepovers? Aren't you tired of me?" Johnny asked you as he set up his blankets in your bed.
"We are best friends. Why would it be weird? Besides, if I can tolerate you and vice versa, why does it matter how much time we spend together?" You asked him as you put your pajamas on.
"Well, when do you ever hear of a guy and a girl having a sleepover?" He asked you as he held his pillow against his body.
"It really isn't as rare as you think it is. A guy and a girl can have a platonic sleepover."
"Platonic?" Johnny questioned as he sat on your bed.
You laughed. "Yes, platonic. Is that not what we are?"
"You know very well that's not what I wish we were," he said staring straight into your eyes.
You rolled your eyes and sighed heavily. You walked over to your nightstand and grabbed the remote. You put the tv on with a low 'click' and jumped into your bed with Johnny sitting at the edge. He laid down next to you and stared at you, waiting for a response.
"I am not doing this again tonight, Johnny. I just want to watch tv with my best friend and talk about literally anything else. Please?"
Johnny scoffed and turned around to face the tv. "Fine. But I refuse to let this conversation be ignored."
It's not that you didn't like him back. Because you really did like Johnny a lot. But he is your best friend and just like every typical friend duo, you didn't want to stop being friends with the one person you were close with.
With that, you put on the Netflix show that you two had been watching and let it play. It was just your luck. A sex scene started and as much as you hated to admit it, you felt your face flush red and your heart began to pound. This wasn't something that normally happened, so you assumed it was because of what Johnny brought up earlier. You looked away as the moaning got louder, counting down to when the feeling of unease would subside. Finally, the ending credits appeared, and you let out a breath that you didn't know you were holding in.
"Have you ever had an orgasm?"
Your eyes widened at the question, and you instantly sat up in your bed with arms crossed, wondering if you heard him correctly. Your silent response caused Johnny to turn around.
"What?" he asked confused.
"Why did you just ask me that?" you asked him.
"Well because that was the first time that she ever had an orgasm even though she's been with other men before that," he said, talking about the girl in the show.
"So then, why ask me?"
He sat up and looked down at his hands. "I don't know. I was just curious."
You still did not give him a response and he looked up at you. "Have you?"
"I'm not answering that," you crossed your arms.
His eyes widened. "You haven't ever had an orgasm? Your body count is higher than mine! What kind of men have you been sleeping with?"
You rolled your eyes at his comment. He was right, though. You had been with numerous men yet none of them had the talent to make you come. You didn't know if it was because they needed more time to explore your body or if you genuinely couldn't come without clitoral stimulation, which 100% of the time was done by yourself.
"I have had orgasms before," you replied looking up at him.
He scoffed with a smile. "With whom? Yourself? That don't count."
"Well, why not? If you were a virgin and jacked off all day and someone asked you the same question, obviously you're going to say you have come before."
"Yeah, but I wouldn't lie and say someone else did it for me. Besides, I always come when I fuck a girl and I always make her come as well. Most of the time, even more than once," he told you.
The vulgar use of that word sent shivers up your spine and spread throughout your arms and chest. You felt your nipples perk up which made you squeeze your arms closer to your body.
"Well, can I be the first person to make you come?" he asked so confidently.
Your eyebrows furrowed deep, and your eyes widened at his question. "You're joking, right?"
Johnny lightly laughed. "No, I'm not. I really want to be the first. Come on, I know I'll be good at it."
You thought about it. He's made other girls come so would it be so bad if you let him? Without putting any more thought into it and overthinking...
"Okay."
Johnny smirked, making your heart skip a beat. He did not speak another word and instead scooted closer to you. He reached for your crossed arms and undid them, placing your hands on each of his knees. One of his hands reached for your cheek, softly caressing the rosy mound. Your mouth slowly opened unconsciously, and he brushed his thumb over them. You closed your eyes to savor the feeling of his skin on yours. Before you could open your eyes, his soft lips collided with yours, sending a warmth to your core. It started out as gentle, but then you reached for his hair with both hands and suddenly he laid down and pulled you on top of him.
His hands roamed your clothed body as your lips stayed connected to his, your breaths becoming ragged. You pulled away with a loud smack as you straddled him for a second to breathe.
"You are an amazing kisser," he said wiping his lip with his thumb. That sent you a rush of confidence and you reached for your shirt and brought it up and off over your head. Johnny's eyes widened at your newly exposed skin, smiling as he realized you weren't wearing a bra.
"That's so fucking hot," he said as he watched you from below. He sat up slightly and place his mouth on one of your breasts, swirling his tongue around the nipple. It felt amazing and it caused you to throw your head back and swivel your hips on his, feeling how hard he was for you. Your hand ran through his smooth hair as he let go with a quiet pop. He turned to your other breast and repeated the same action. By the time he was done, you were about ready to jump his bones without any foreplay.
He got up and moved down, taking his pajama pants off him along with his boxers. As he leaned back, his hard member slapped his stomach. He got up on his knees and reached for your pants, also removing those and your underwear. He laid back down and stared at you as you sat back on your haunches.
"Please sit on my face," he begged in a deep voice. Those words alone had you squeezing your legs together with anticipation. With excitement, you walked on your knees towards him and brought one knee to the other side of his ear. You slowly lowered yourself as he reached up with his hands and gripped the sides of your hips. As you waited impatiently, he finally reached out and sucked on your clit. The immense feeling that shot to your core had you rolling your hips on his tongue. Suddenly he stopped and you looked down at his eyes with confusion.
"You are too far up. Can you come closer to my face?"
"But what if you can't breathe?" You asked, worried.
He laughed at your response and pulled your hips closer to his face. You were not definitely sitting on his face like if it was a chair. You felt his nose rub against your clit as he stuck his tongue inside of you. You relaxed into the feeling and again, your hips began to swivel. He went for your clit, sucking on it and allowing his teeth to gently touch, making sure he wasn't doing it too hard to cause any pain.
Your fast breaths caught in your throat as you were struggling to take full breaths with the amount of pleasure rolling through your body. Your back arched, your hands reaching for his hair as his strands went in between your fingers.
"Fuck, Johnny, I'm going to come," you huffed out.
He continued his movements, going a little faster. As the pressure built up, your hip swivels became messier and suddenly, you were hunched over, pleasure shooting from your core to the rest of your body, temporarily paralyzing you. You reached up to the headboard of your bed, trying to pick yourself up, and your knees were shaking as you tried to lift yourself off Johnny's face. He helped you moved and turn around so that you were lying down on your back. Your eyes were closed, still high on the climax.
"You have got to give me the opportunity to do that again. After that, I want you coming on my tongue every day," he said as he positioned himself at your entrance.
"Are you okay and ready for this?" he asked. All you could do was nod, and you counted the seconds to when he slipped inside your entrance slowly and allowed you to devour the feeling of being stuffed.
He hissed as he reached the end and then he pulled back slowly, and slammed into you, making your eyes finally open. "Fuck, you're so tight and wet around my cock."
Your legs unconsciously tried to close around him. He pried them open with his hips, fully knowing that the tip of his cock was hitting your spot with every move.
"Please choke me," you managed to say. You have always liked when a man was dominant enough for the sex to be fun, and it also never hurt to ask.
Without hesitation, Johnny's large hand wrapped around your throat, causing your head to lean back slightly as his hand was massive compared to your neck. With his other hand, he grabbed both your hands and held them above your head. The dominance he was now showing caused you to moan loud.
"You're fucking me so good," you squeaked.
"I hope you're ready because I am going to make sure you come on this cock. Your pussy is mine right now," he grunted. With his hand holding yours up and his other on your neck, he managed to reach down with his head on pop one of your nipples in between his lips. He hallowed out his cheeks as he sucked on the sensitive skin.
That familiar pressure was building up again. You weren't sure what it was. Men before Johnny were never able to make you come but the one time you fuck Johnny, and he makes you come. Not once, but twice.
"Johnny," you whispered. The pressure was building up quickly and you knew it was going to hit hard. Johnny's movements were getting harder and messier, and his groans were getting louder. "I'm going to come."
"Me too," he managed to say. Almost simultaneously, you felt him jolt inside of you, squirting himself into you as your climax reached its highest peak and had your pussy squeezing around him with immense feeling. Your legs quivered around his hips as your eyes rolled back.
Trying to recover from your high, Johnny connected his lips to yours, leaving a sloppy wet kiss, completely opposite of the kiss that started it all. After a minute passed, both of your breaths managed to reach normality with the kiss and he pulled away from you, staring into your eyes with a small smile. You smiled back at him with the same intensity and blinked slowly.
"That was amazing," you both said. You both cracked a laugh and Johnny laid his head down next to yours for a few seconds. When he lifted his head, he looked up at you.
"Should we get ourselves cleaned up?" He asked. You nodded quickly.
He slowly pulled himself out of you, making both of you wince in overstimulation. "Stay here. I'll be right back," he said leaving to the restroom. You heard the water running for a few minutes and you started to feel yourself leak. You squeezed your legs in hope that nothing spilled onto your bed sheets because you wanted to sleep after being cleaned up.
Johnny finally walked out of the restroom with a wet rag in his hands. "Open your legs, please."
You did as you were told, and he placed the rag on top of you. It was nice and warm as he began to wipe you. He dragged the rag over your sensitive spot causing you to quietly hiss and jolt.
"Sorry," he said. "Just trying to make sure I get everything." As he finished up, he helped you get up and out of bed, walking you to the restroom with him. "Don't forget to use the restroom," he reminded you. You waited until he left and sat on the toilet.
When you came out, your bed sheets were ripped off your bed and your slightly frowned. "What happened?"
Johnny bit his bottom lip. "I accidentally made a mess, so I was going to change your sheets."
You nodded your head, too tired to speak anymore. Once you had your pajamas back on, Johnny had changed all the bed sheets and fixed your side of the bed. he patted the bed, encouraging you to lay down and you did just that. He brought your blanket over your bodies, and he shut your bedside lamp off. You felt him cuddle closer to you as he reached a hand over your body to hug you.
"So how was that?" he asked.
"It was really good. I have never felt like that by someone else. Thank you," you admitted to him. Your eyes were heavy, and they involuntarily closed.
"I really loved it too," he said. He knew you fell asleep by the way your breathing turned into a soft snore.
Summary: Loving your best friend is a stupid and hard thing to do. Would you be able to allow yourself to let your best friend marry the one he loves so he can be happy?
Pairing: Rowoon x female reader
Genre: slight angst, fluff
Warnings: heartbreak
Word Count: 3.9k
He’s your best friend in the whole world. You love him with all your heart and your whole soul.
Yet…
He has never really seen how much you loved him. You tried to show him through your actions, but all he did was see you as a “friend”. It’s not like you didn’t want to be his friend. Of course, you did. You had known him since you were six years old and were neighbors. You remembered when he would ring your doorbell in the middle of the afternoon, and he would be crying because his dad yelled at him, or his older brother didn’t let him play with his toy car. You remembered in elementary school, he hated the school lunch, so you would always make an extra peanut butter and jelly sandwich and bring it for him. You remembered in middle school when he was bullied for not cutting his hair and everyone called him names, but you were there to hug him during his sad moments, and you were there to make him happy again. You remembered you told him in high school that you loved him and all he said was “I love you too. I hope we’re friends forever”.
So yeah, it did break your heart when he told you that he had been dating this girl and he thought that “she was the one”. But you two are best friends, so it’s a must to smile and be happy for him, right?
But you weren’t.
“I’m so happy for you. How long have you two been dating now?” You asked during a lunch that he kept rain checking. He took a sip of his water and began to speak.
“Actually, I’ve been dating her for a year and a half now.”
You almost spit your own food out and your eyes turned into the size of golf balls. “A year and a half!? Why haven’t you told me?”
All he did was shrug his shoulders and continued to eat his salad as he stared at you while you talked.
“What do you mean, you don’t know? We’ve been friends for how long now. Like forever? Rowoon, we’re best friends.”
Rowoon continued stabbing at his food with his fork and all you did was stare at him, waiting for an answer.
“She’s a jealous person.” He said quickly.
“Jealous? She doesn’t have to be jealous of me.”
“I told her you were my best friend and showed her a picture of you. She got upset and told me that she didn’t want me to see you again. I told her I couldn’t do that. So, we made a negotiation and I promised her that if I ever went out to see you, I would turn on the GPS on my phone.”
You furrowed your eyebrows. Why would he want to be with someone like that? You became aware that your best friend was in a controlling relationship. But why was he still being with her?
“Do you love her?” The question popped out quicker than you could even think.
Rowoon was quiet and he hesitated to answer. “I do,” he nodded. “I think I want to marry her.”
You had imagined that if hearts were made of glass, yours would have shattered to a million pieces. Unfixable.
“Are-are you sure? Shouldn’t you think this through?” You asked, trying to delay his thoughts. You didn’t want him to get married. Well, you did, but you wanted him to marry you.
He shook his head. “I already did. I want to ask her tonight actually. What do you think?”
What I think is that you should get out of this relationship before it turns worse. You should leave her before she becomes more controlling and starts to decide what kind of underwear you can wear and cannot wear. You should leave her because she’s not me. You should leave her because I love you. You should leave her because I would make you so happy and I would never let you go.
“I think that’s a good idea,” was all that you were able to say. You regretted bringing this up in your conversation. It was making you uncomfortable and you were already on a verge of tears. Your throat was burning from holding back all your tears.
Your lunch came to an end, and you were thankful that the conversation did as well. You weren’t sure how much longer you could take listening to him brag about how much he loved this girl. You hugged him goodbye, and he promised to call you to let you know what she said. You weren’t looking forward to the call because honestly, you were already devastated as is.
Once you were home, you made sure to put your phone on sound so you wouldn’t miss Rowoon’s call.
A year had passed and the only thing that kept your mind thinking about things, other than Rowoon, was jogging twice a day and taking daily walks throughout the park. You stopped waiting for his phone call a month after he promised he would call you. You tried calling him, but he changed his phone number, and you had no other way to reach him. You used to know where he lived, until the day you went to his door and an Asian couple opened the door.
At first, you didn’t want him to call you to tell you that she agreed to marry him. Then after the second and third day and so on, you impatiently waited for him to call and say something.
Maybe she said no? Or maybe he just never asked her and broke up with her.
You thought so many things, but a call never came your way to satisfy your curiosity. Like always, you woke up in the morning and put on some comfortable jogging clothes and went for your morning run. On your way back home, you checked your mail and noticed a nice red and white envelope underneath all the junk mail that piled up over the course of two weeks.
To: Y/F/N Y/L/N From: Soon to be Mr. And Mrs. Kim
You knew what it was as soon as you seen the sender. You couldn’t believe it. A year later and you’re barely hearing about this. You ripped open the envelope and took out a folded paper that let loose a couple of I Doconfetti that was inside. The paper was written in beautiful cursive writing, and you wondered who wrote it for them.
We would like to officially invite you to the wedding of Lee Mina and Kim Rowoon.
Please call the number below to RSVP your seat.
This was it. This was it. Tears began falling from your eyes. You felt like you were being dramatic, crying at your mailbox, but you couldn’t hold it in. He went through with it, and she said yes. He’s going to go through with it and marry this girl. You realized that he didn’t love you and you don’t think he ever did and ever will.
You grabbed the rest of your mail and ran inside your home. You slid against your door, your crying continuing. You tried to stop crying, but years of held back tears came spilling out of your eyes. You felt like you were never going to be able to stop.
But you did. A few hours later. You missed your walk in the park and your second jog for the day. But you didn’t care.
You read the invite repeatedly. You didn’t know if you did it to torture yourself or to make sure that the invite itself was even real. Either way, you decided to RSVP. You grabbed your cell phone and dialed the number. Two rings later, a female answers the phone.
“Hi, I wanted to RSVP a seat for the,” you looked at the invite to make sure you got her name right. “Mina and Rowoon wedding.”
“Okay, and can I ask who is calling and how many extra guests will you be bringing.” The female voice was so happy and squeaky, she was beginning to give you a headache.
“It’s for Y/F/N Y/L/N, and I’m not bringing anyone. Just bringing myself,” you said simply.
“Y/N?” The female repeated your name.
“Yes?” You weren’t sure if she was simply repeating your name or if she was going to ask you something.
“As in Rowoon’s best friend?” She said even more squeakier than before.
All you did was laugh. “Uh, I’m not so sure about that. I haven’t spoken to him in about a year. So more like an acquaintance.”
The phone went silent for a few seconds, and you can hear a muffled voice yelling in the background.
“I thought I told you not to invite her!”
“Of course, I’m inviting her! She is my best friend!”
A few yells later and the female began to speak on the phone again. This time, you knew you were talking to Mina.
“Okay, well your seat is officially RSVPed,” Mina said and then hung up. You didn’t even get a chance to say thank you, but you didn’t care if you didn’t anyway.
::
Two months later, spring had the flowers blooming and the cold air was now a warm breeze that you enjoyed. Today was the wedding and you were so happy you went dress shopping a month in advance.
You found a beautiful red dress, since the wedding is red and white themed, and found a nice pair of white pumps to go with it. You drove yourself to where the wedding was taking place and you didn’t know the wedding was going to take place at someone’s rich home until you got there.
So many people whom you didn’t obviously know were there and you felt so out of place. All you did was stand there awkwardly, hoping you would see someone you knew.
“Hey little red,” a familiar deep voice said from behind you. You turned around and was faced with a man dressed nicely in a tuxedo.
“Jaewook?! Oh my goodness, you got tall from the last time I seen you! Which was what? When you were fifteen?” You walked up to him and hugged him. He was now taller than you and smelled a lot better.
“Yeah. Look at you,” he said looking you up and down. “You lost weight and you look so good. Like, you look hot.”
He winked at you, and you swatted his shoulder. Same ol’ Jae.
“So, are you Rowoon’s best man?” You asked him.
He shook his head and gave me an angry look. “No. He chose Mina’s brother instead of me. Who does that?”
That surprised you. Rowoon used to be all about his family and he just ditched Jaewook out of his wedding like that, but all you did was shrug your shoulders.
“I honestly thought Rowoon was going to end up marrying you. You guys were like those two popsicles that come joined together. It was always hard to split you two apart.”
You smiled at the memories that came into your mind, but then frowned. “Yeah, but I haven’t spoken to Rowoon in over a year. He hasn’t called me and when I tried calling him, he changed his number. Then when I tried going to his house, he no longer lived there.”
Jaewook shook his head in disbelief. “This man is so hung up on getting married that he ignored his best friend, moved in with his fiancée, and has her brother as his best man just so he can marry her.”
“Not to mention that he loves her. He’s not just doing this to marry her,” you mentioned. Jaewook wrinkled his forehead and shook his head again.
“I don’t know why he does. Have you met the woman? She is fifty shades of crazy.” Both you and Jaewook laughed and continued making jokes about Rowoon ‘s soon to be wife.
“So that’s what you two do when I’m not around?” Rowoon ‘s voice sounded behind you and your heart began to crash against your ribcage.
“Aw come on Rowoon. We’re just having some fun,” Jaewook said. You still hadn’t turned around yet, scared of your actions and words when you do.
“I don’t consider making fun of my fiancée fun,” Rowoon said angrily. You turned around and made eye contact with him. His face seemed more chiseled, and his hair grew so much longer.
“Hello to you too. Long time no talk, don’t you think?” You said annoyed.
Rowoon ‘s tense shoulders relaxed at your words and his eyes changed from angry to worried. “I’m sorry I never called you.”
You put your hand up as if to cut him off. “I don’t want to hear it. I’m just here to see you marry the one you love, and then I’m out of here.”
“Y/N, hear me out please. I actually really need to tell you something in private,” Rowoon said lowly.
You looked at Jaewook and he raised his eyebrows and walked away.
“What do you want Rowoon?”
“Let’s take this somewhere more private.”
He grabbed your hand and dragged you to the inside of the home. He pulled you up the three-story spiraled staircase and pulled you into a room that looked as if he was getting dressed in it.
You crossed your arms and waited for him to speak as he locked the door. He turned around and ran up to you and hugged you. His body crashed into yours and he knocked the wind out of you. All you did was hug back until he let go.
“What was that for?”
“I haven’t seen you in such a long time. I missed you so much, Y/N. You have no idea.”
“Why didn’t you ever come see me then? Or call me?” You said stepping away from him.
“I couldn’t. She didn’t let me. She threatened to leave me if I didn’t change my number and move in with her. Not to mention, she threatened to leave me if I spoke to you. She even told me not to invite you, but I just had to. It’s not like she would cancel the wedding after the invites went out anyway.”
All you did was place your fingers on your forehead and shake your head in disbelief.
“What? Speak to me please. Tell me what’s wrong,” he begged. He walked up to you and grabbed your hand, but the feeling was too intimate for you, so you pulled away. “What did I do?”
You let him have it.
“What did you do? It’s more like what you didn’t do. Two years ago, you began drifting away from me and always making up excuses as to why we couldn’t hang out. Why? Because of Mina. You promised me you would call me about your good news, and I waited for a month before I realized you weren’t going to call. Why? Because of Mina. I tried calling you numerous times only to find out that you changed your number. Why? Once again because of Mina. You moved and didn’t tell me because of her. I cried myself to sleep, most nights, because of how much I love you. I began bawling my eyes out like a hormonal teenager in front of my mailbox when I received your wedding invite and didn’t stop crying until that evening. All because of Mina. Mina, the woman who made you change your number, made you move, made you have her brother as your best man, made you lose contact with your best friend because why exactly? Because she’s controlling. I don’t understand how you cannot see that if a person loved you, they wouldn’t put you through those things.”
Hot tears were burning down your face and you knew your makeup was ruined. But you didn’t care. You had to let it out. Rowoon just stood there gaping at you. You tried to clean the runny makeup on your cheeks, making your hands black from your eyeliner and mascara. The silence in the room didn’t bother you because you knew it would take Rowoon some time to process.
“You love me?” He asked. You weren’t sure if he was confused or if he was worried that you love him.
“All of that and the only thing you managed to process was that I loved you,” you laughed at him and grabbed a tissue from the dresser that was in the room. You turned your back to him and faced towards the mirror that was connected to the dresser and began wiping your face.
“Yes. I do. I have since high school. I even told you, but you took it the wrong way. I’m not expecting some pity party here. So please, spare me.”
You continued wiping your makeup, doing a pretty good job at making it look like you weren’t crying. When you were done and you turned around, Rowoon was gone, but you weren’t surprised.
The wedding began and you were seated at the worse table ever. You couldn’t see the bride walk down the aisle and you could barely see anything going on. You were, however, able to see Rowoon, which was enough for you.
“Dearly beloveds and honored guests, we are gathered here today to witness the giving and receiving of the marriage vows. Marriage is an institution ordained of God and is not to be entered into lightly or in jest and only after much consideration.”
The man began to speak, and you were already bored. You always thought that the best part about weddings was the end. The man continued talking, even reading some scriptures from the bible, and you almost fell asleep. The man continued to speak, but you knew it wasn’t straight from the bible because he was speaking in the English that you understood.
“Do you, Lee Mina, take this man, Kim Rowoon, to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and health, to love, honor and obey, in good times and woe, for richer or poorer, keeping yourself solely unto him for as long as you both shall live? If so, answer ‘I DO.’”
She squealed and laughed as she said her I Do. You cringed as she continued to laugh and rolled your eyes when she mentioned out loud how excited she was.
The man began to speak to Rowoon. Not that you could physically see, but by the vows he was saying, you assumed he was. “Do you, Kim Rowoon, take this woman, Lee Mina, to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in heath, in good times and woe, for richer or poorer, keeping yourself solely unto her for as long as you both shall live? If so, answer 'I DO.’”
Rowoon quickly said I Do, but you didn’t see a smile on his face.
The man began to state, “If there be anyone present who may show just and lawful cause why this couple may not be legally wed, let him speak now or forever hold his peace.”
It was quiet for a few seconds before a voice boomed unexpectedly. It was none other than Jaewook’s.
“Rowoon, you know you can’t marry her,” Jaewook began. Jaewook was wobbling down the aisle and you knew he went straight to the bar when he left earlier. You quickly got up and ran to him, making a huge scene as you tried to pull him away, but he was too strong. “You’re marrying the wrong girl!” Jaewook continued to yell.
“Jae, be quiet. Let’s go,” you said hushing him and trying to pull him away from the wedding arbor. He pulled himself away from you and tried to steady himself.
“No! He has to marry you!”
The whole crowed gasped and turned towards you, and you didn’t move at all. You couldn’t believe Jaewook just said that in front of everyone.
“She loves you, Rowoon. How can you not see that she loves you and Mina doesn’t?” Jaewook slurred his words and began losing his balance and you ran to him and caught him on time before he fell unconscious to the ground.
“Get them out of here,” Mina demanded to Rowoon. You looked to Rowoon, and he had a sad expression on his face.
“I’m so sorry, Rowoon. I had no idea he was going to do this,” you told him. You were on the floor trying to pick Jaewook up, but he was just too heavy.
Mina walked up to you and pointed her scrawny skinny finger at you. “You! You’re the reason why I even started having problems in my relationship! Then you had to come here and ruin my wedding as well!?”
Almost instantly, she quickly drew her hand back and brought her hand against your cheek, burning your face as you quickly grabbed your cheek with your hand.
“Homewrecker!” She screamed and walked back to Rowoon and held his hands again. Rowoon continued to look at you and Jaewook with a doleful look and Mina dismissed you and Jaewook. “Ignore them. Please continue.”
But the man didn’t continue the vows. Rowoon dropped his hands from Mina and walked up to you and Jaewook. He brought his hand to your stinging cheek and softly caressed your face. You closed your eyes as his soft hand began to cease the pain and you felt like you were going to spontaneously combust when his lips crashed onto yours. You pulled back because you were surprised but Rowoon just pushed his kiss in deeper. That really made the crowd gasp and whisper.
His hand was still on your cheek as he slowly pulled away from your lips. “I love you, Y/N.”
“What?!” Mina yelled. “You love me! You cannot do this to me! This is my day!”
Rowoon looked back at her and laughed. “Not anymore it isn’t. I don’t love you anymore and I would never marry a rotten person like you.”
Rowoon turned his back on her and helped you and Jaewook off the floor. The three of you walked out, you and Rowoon both feeling relieved. You could still hear Mina screaming and crying, and when you looked back, she dramatically dropped herself to the floor, her face in her hands.
“And so, a week later you and dad got married?” Your daughter, June, asked. You nodded and continued to hug her as you both scrolled through the photo album of your wedding day. There was a picture of Rowoon smiling and laughing, which made you smile as well. You remembered how happy the both of you were and how happy Jaewook was to finally be Rowoon ‘s best man.
“What are my two favorite girls doing?” Rowoon asked as he walked in and plopped himself on the couch right next to you.
“Mom was telling me about the drama you two had when Mina was your girlfriend,” June said.
Rowoon just laughed. “Yeah, those were two crazy years. But I’m happy that your Uncle Jaewook objected during the wedding, otherwise I probably wouldn’t have noticed what a terrible person Mina was.”
“I heard my name,” Jaewook said walking into the living room with a beer. “I told your dad numerous times that she was one crazy chick.”
Rowoon rolled his eyes and smiled. He placed a kiss on your head and entwined his fingers with yours.
“I love you so much,” he said as you placed your head on his shoulder.
Summary: You own a flower shop, and every week for the past year, a handsome guy has come in to order a dozen roses to be sent to his girlfriend. One day, another man comes in to send a dozen flowers...to the same woman. Now you are left with a dilemma: tell the first customer or let him find out on his own.
Pair: Mingyu x reader
Genre: slight angst, fluff
Warnings: cheating
Word Count: 2.8k
Every week, the same handsome and tanned skinned man walks in and asks for the same dozen roses to be sent out. You assumed they were for his girlfriend. He never had a wedding ring on, but you didn't ever really like to assume because not everyone wears wedding rings these days.
"Hi again," he smiled at you with his pearly white teeth. "Can I have the dozen pink and red roses sent to the newspaper company down the street? And make it to Lee Mina, please."
You rang him up on the register and told him his total. This has become a routine, and although the two of you had seen each other every week for the past year, neither of you felt comfortable enough to ask each other's names. It had to be obvious what your name was though. The shop is literally named after you. However, he on the other hand, remained unnamed and you didn't plan on asking what his name is anytime soon.
He left the shop, striding out the door with happiness in each step. You approached your refrigerated roses and brought them out. You took out the black wrapping paper as well as a light pink ribbon and wrapped both around the flowers. You set them up nicely so that when the receiver gets them, she can see every single flower. With that done, you gave them to your delivery man and off he went.
Your greatest pride in your flower shop is seeing the same customers come and put in orders. Just the fact that they love your flowers enough to order them more than once made you happy and made you feel successful. Your parents hated the idea of you becoming a florist because "how will you become wealthy?" The whole point in finding a career is to work happily. If you became the CEO heir of the stock company your dad owned, you would've been brought into a world that is nothing but greed and lying. It was not something you were interested in. They were also worried that you wouldn't find a great suitor, but that is also something you aren't interested in. Love should be unexpected, not forced by greed.
As expected, when a week passed by, the same handsome man walked in, ordered the same flowers to the same woman at the same company, and then left. As you made the last knot in the ribbon around the roses, the stores' door dinged, alarming you that someone just walked in. As you approached your register, an unfamiliar face looked up at you.
"Hello, how can I help you?" You asked the man who looked a little confused.
"Hey," he said unsure. "I wanted to get your dozen flowers deal. They're $20, right?" he asked with a smile.
You sent a smile back. "Yes. Our dozen flowers deal comes with a dozen of your choice of flower, along with black floral paper wrapped around it as well as a pink ribbon to top it off. We also hand deliver these for an extra $1 if it's local."
The man clasped his hands together. "That is perfect! I would like to place an order then for sunflowers."
With that, you rang the man up and asked for his information since he was a new customer.
"The name that I want them sent to is Lee Mina and she works at the newspaper company down the street."
You instantly froze and looked up at the man. "I didn't know we had more than one newspaper company locally," you nervously laughed.
The man furrowed his brows. "I don't think we do. Is there a problem?"
You shook your head. There's no way it's the same woman. Just focus on doing your job!
"Now, this is the newspaper company on 1st street, correct?" You had to check to see if it's the same one.
"Yeah, the one by the park," the man pointed in the direction.
Your eyes slightly widened, thinking about the man that had been coming to your shop for the past year sending flowers to the same woman.
"Okay then," you started. "She will love these flowers!" you said nervously.
The man smiled. "Thank you. If she likes them, I'll be coming back more often!"
With that, the man left. You quickly wrapped up the second batch of the dozen flowers for the same woman. It kept running through your mind that this woman is playing both men. They are obviously sweet men who are very thoughtful towards her. If only they both knew. What would happen if you told the first man? Should you tell the first man or just leave it? After all, it isn't any of your business.
You handed both flower bundles to your delivery man. "Hey, can you do me a favor? It is none of my business, but can you check to make sure that there is no other Lee Mina at the newspaper company when you deliver these? I want to make sure they get to the right person."
When your delivery man came back, he said that there was only one Lee Mina and those around her were excited for her as she got two deliveries of a dozen flowers.
Just wait it out and see what happens, you thought to yourself. There is no reason why you should tell either man anything.
Weeks had passed and the same two men continued to come into your shop ordering the same dozen flowers for the same woman at the same company. You were fascinated that they would come in on the same day, just 20 minutes apart. You had hoped with all your heart that they would come in and hear the other ordering flowers for the same woman, but of course, nothing is that coincidental.
"I'll take the usual," the man said. "But instead, do you think you can put my name on a card on put it in the flowers?"
You looked up at the man in confusion. "We are adding something different after a year of the same order?"
The man nervously laughed and scratched the back of his neck. "Yeah, apparently she doesn't know who has been sending her flowers these days. Like, who else, other than me, would send her flowers? I've been sending her the same ones for a year." He shrugged his shoulders and sighed.
"Okay," you said feeling sympathetic. "Just tell me your name and I'll out it on the card."
The man nodded. "My name is Mingyu."
"M-I-N-G-Y-U. That's correct, right?"
"Yeah. Can you add something like I care for you so much or something like that?"
You nodded. "Sure thing. Is there anything else you would like to add?"
Mingyu, looked around the shop. "Do you happen to hold any chocolates here?"
You nodded. "Yes, we have heart shaped chocolates, as well as white chocolate and chocolate with nuts. We also have different chocolate packaging that range from the shape of a heart to square, circle, and infinity shaped."
"Which do you think is better?" Mingyu asked in desperation.
"Well, I think it depends on the situation. Since this will be like your normal delivery, I would say go with the round box."
"What if it wasn't a normal delivery? Like what if I feel like she's falling out of love with me?" Those words instantly made you look up at the man. He didn't have the normal shining smile on his face like he normally did. He was scruffy and he looked tired. It had only been a week since you last saw him, yet it seems like the past seven days have been a long time in hell.
"Well then I would say go with the heart if you believe it will help."
The man leaned on the counter with his head down. He sighed and didn't look up. "Sir, are you okay?"
He shook his head in reply. He looked up at you and tears formed at the bottom rim of his eyes. "I don't know what to do."
"Do you want my advice?" You offered. Although the most you knew about this man was his name, and that was something you just found out, you felt like it was your duty to help him out.
"As a woman myself, flowers and chocolates aren't going to solve anything. However, if she is falling out of love with you, it has absolutely nothing to do with you and more about her. If you had been doing the same lovely routine for the past year, which I commend you for, then I truly believe that she must change, not you." You patted him on the back, and he stood up straight. He sniffled and nodded in agreement with your words.
The door dinged and the both of you turned in the direction of the new customer. Your eyes widened, not wanting this right now. You had hoped dearly that this day would come, but now that it has come, you don't want it.
"Can I get the same order to Lee Mina?" The man asked with a smile from the door.
You bit your lip in shock as the man said the woman's name out loud. Mingyu slowly walked away from the counter and towards the man. "Did you just say Lee Mina?"
The man took a step back and his smile faded from his face. "Yes, why?"
"The one that works at the newspaper company?" Mingyu continued to question the man. In response, the man nodded and gulped.
"On 1st street," the man told Mingyu.
Mingyu turned around and faced you. "Did you know about this?"
You stood there, quiet. Not telling him could anger him but also telling him either a lie or the truth can still anger him. All you could do was shake your head in confusion and shrug your shoulders.
"You knew about this, didn't you?" Mingyu asked rhetorically. "And you? How long had you been sending flowers to Mina?"
The man looked at Mingyu. For about three months now."
Mingyu looked back at you, tears falling from his eyes. He let out a loud laugh that made you jump. "All this time, I could've known if you told me, but I have been coming in here looking like a fool to you. Clearly you don't care about your customers as much as you would like to lead on. All you care about is money."
With that, Mingyu left the store and the other man followed right after him.
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Months had passed by, and you hadn't seen either man return. You don't blame them. Considering that Mingyu blamed you for him not knowing about his girl cheating on him, there's no way you would ever see either of them again. You were thankful the other man never returned. You knew deep down that he most likely blamed you for not telling him as well.
It slightly angered you though. Here you are, working at a place called Y/N Florals, yet they come in here thinking you're some type of best friend that should be telling them when you think someone is cheating on them. This has happened in the past, only the men that were cheated on didn't blame you for them not knowing. All you do is provide the flowers. The people it gets sent to is none of your business. This is a sign you would have to make to put up in the future in the store.
You were arranging your flowers by color when a customer walked in.
"Hello, welcome to Y/N Florals." You turned around to look at the customer.
"Hi," he said nervously with a small smile.
"Oh? Mingyu, I never thought I would see you again." You did not welcome him with a smile, although it was very unprofessional on your end.
"Yeah, I thought so as well. I came to order some flowers."
You nodded your head. As badly as you wanted to know what happened, it was none of your business. "What would you like to order?"
"I'm doing something different. What kind of flowers do you like? I'll take your advice."
"I like bright yellow sunflowers with red roses. I feel like their colors really compliment each other."
Mingyu smiled. "That's a good idea. I'll take a dozen mixed as well as a heart shaped box of chocolates."
You nodded your head as you wrote down his order. "What chocolates would you like?"
Mingyu looked up in thought. "Well, what kind do you like?"
"Is this for a new girl? Because we might not like the same things." You told him.
"I don't really know what she likes so I just need some type of foundation to build off of," Mingyu replied.
"Okay, well I like milk chocolates. Do you want those?" Mingyu nodded in response.
"Can you also add a card? I want it to say 'I am sorry. Can we start over?'"
You nodded. "Okay. So, you want a dozen flowers of sunflowers and roses mixed, a box of milk chocolates in a heart shaped box, and a card. Will this be delivered or are you take them yourself?"
"I'll be taking them myself," he said. You rang him up on the register and once he paid, you went to the back room to get his flowers ready. You came back out with is flower order, got the chocolates from the fridge, and wrote on the card. After ten minutes, his order was ready.
"Okay, everything is set," you told him. With a large smile, he approached the counter and grabbed the flowers and chocolates.
"Thank you for everything," he said smiling. He then walked right out of the shop. As you were cleaning up the counter, Mingyu walked back inside the shop.
"Did you want something else?" You asked. He didn't answer and instead approached the counter and put the flowers and chocolates in your direction. You looked down at the flowers and scanned them for any issues.
"What? You don't like them? I do full refunds if you aren't happy."
He didn't speak but continued to stare at you with a huge smile trying to hand you the flowers. In confusion, you stared at him.
Mingyu rolled his eyes and laughed. "Do you not know how to receive flowers?"
"Huh?" you said a little too loud. "You're giving these to me?"
Mingyu nodded and you slowly took the gifts from his hands, unsure if this was a joke or not. "Why are you giving these to me."
"Well, did you read the note on the card?" Mingyu asked you. You quickly thought about the words you wrote on the card for him.
I am sorry. Can we start over?
"What are you sorry for?" You asked him.
"I was such a jerk when I found out Mina was cheating on me and instead of taking my anger out on the right person, I exerted my anger onto you as well as the other guy. Which was wrong of me. I spent so much time contemplating on whether I should apologize to you or just to never come back but it has been bugging me ever since that day because you never did anything wrong. You were always so kind to me and always had the best customer service and I came to like you. I would really like to get to know you better if you allow me to." Mingyu looked down at his fingers and twiddled his thumbs together.
"Okay," you said simply.
He looked up at you wide eyed. "Okay? You're going to give me a chance?"
You shrugged your shoulders and smelled your flowers. "Sure, why not."
Mingyu laughed. "Is it really that easy?"
Your laughed followed his. "No, I'm just making it easy. Do you want me to make it hard?"
Mingyu quickly shook his head. "No thank you. So I'll pick you up later for a date?"
You smiled at him. "Okay. I get out at 6." Mingyu nodded his head and left with a smile across his face.
Along with him, you had a smile on your face that was now hurting your cheeks. As you continued to smell your roses, Mingyu walked back in.
Summary: You're sitting at your desk eating candy hearts. You start to realize the notes on the hearts are trying to give you a message.
Pairings: Dawon x reader
Genre: fluff
Word Count: 650
It's just like any other Friday after Valentine's Day here at the company. I'm sitting here at my desk trying to make my final bit of work last as long as possible. I would rather not head to my apartment inhabited only by me and my dog. Single as I am, I enjoy the candy that is popular this time of year, and also 50% off. The candy hearts with the little messages may not be my favorite, but neither are they awful. Also, if I'm honest they're about the only candy I still have left, and that's only because they showed up on my desk this morning. It's not like I eat my lonely feelings, oh no, of course not. I really do enjoy when my snacks talk back to me though. This heart says, Hello Beautiful. Why thank you little candy, down the hatch you go! This is the last of the filing and organizing I have to do, and I must say this job is not exactly exciting. For the boredom, I'll inhale another heart.
You are wonderful.
How sweet, now if something or someone other than a candy heart and my sweet pup would think so. Well, one fourth of the way through the labeling, time for a sip of water; must be at least a little healthy, and I wash down yet another candy.
Will you.
Did some of this candy wipe off? That isn't the typical message on these, and if anyone should know, it's me. Back to work, now, how to make this file organizing last until 10pm. Then even my boss will be so anxious to go home he won't ask me if I have plans this weekend. I don't want to answer that question any more.
Meet me.
Hmm, this candy must have faded too, how old are these? Oh shoot, I'm nearly three quarters of the way done, I better take another candy break.
For dinner.
Um, is this for real? Are these candies giving me a message? No, I must be imagining it! Just to be sure though, I'll have another one.
At Alonzo's.
Wait, that is the restaurant I've always wanted to try, but they're always booked...and they are a local place, it's not a chain restaurant!
Love Dawon.
Thank goodness I'm finished my organizing! I have to get down stairs before my creative admirer gets nervous and cancels our reservations. Mr. Lee Dawon, my very shy but handsome boss is as creative as he is sweet. I quickly shut my computer down and grabbed my things and ran towards the elevator. The button couldn't bring the elevator up fast enough so my heart and legs took me down the emergency staircase faster than I think I ever ran.
I opened the door to enter the lobby and there he was, standing by the entry doors with his suit jacket draped over his arm. A small yet happy smile stretched across his beautiful face as we both made eye contact. I approached him, internally thinking that I have to slow my breathing otherwise he'll know I was speed running down those stairs.
"I know you hate Valentine's Day and I know you told me not to ask you out on Valentines Day. But, today is not that day. In fact, it is actually the day after. Seeing you here has me thinking you're agreeing to go to dinner with me?"
I nodded my head a little too fast for my liking and smiled at him. He leaned to the side and brought out his arm for me to grab. With smiles on both of our faces, we left the lobby. "Let's go then."
Summary: With a bad virus going around and a strict dad that doesn’t want you out and about, your father’s guard watches over you and you can’t help but become fond of him.
Pairings: Yuta x reader
Genre: SMUT with aftercare
Warnings: rape, virus, choking, death of a side character
Word Count: 13.5k
You looked through the glass as you continued to walk down the street. Those were about the prettiest high heels you'd ever laid eyes on. They were a deep red, velvet and the wedge of the heel had a little heart on the corner. You HAD to have them. You walked inside the store with your arms filled with your other shopping bags and approached the employee.
"Please tell me you have those red heels on the display window in a size 8," you nervously begged. The employee looked at you and noticed the other bags hanging on your arms.
"We actually do and it's our last pair."
You bought the heels and walked out happily. You made your way home and placed all of your shopping bags on the floor with an accomplished smile. You walked to the kitchen for a glass of water when your house phone began to ring. You sighed and rolled your eyes, knowing that the only person who calls your landline was your father.
"Yes, dad?" You answered the phone.
"I need you to come to the company right now. I'm sending a driver to come pick you up." And that was the end of the call. It was unusually hostile. He normally said how much he loved you and said goodbye before hanging up.
Five minutes after the call, the driver, your dad sent to get you, rang your doorbell. You opened the door and walked out. The driver, who you knew as Sonny, followed right behind you and opened the door to let you in. Once Sonny was inside, you spoke.
"Why does my dad want to see me?"
Sonny looked at you through his rear view mirror and shrugged. "I don't know. I was just ordered to get you and wasn't given a reason why."
Finally approaching your destination, you got out of the car once Sonny parked. Your dad's bodyguards followed you closely as you entered the building and approached the door that led to his office. Another one of his workers opened the door for you and you walked inside. The red walls were dimly lit by the lamps he had in the room. He was sitting at his desk, his arms crossed with attitude. An unfamiliar man dressed in all black stood nearby, making no eye contact with you.
"What happened? Why did you need me to come here?" You asked right off the bat.
He sighed before speaking. "How have you been?"
You furrowed your eyebrows, confused. "Uh, good."
"What's been keeping you busy?"
You hesitated to answer. It somewhat seemed like he was trying to trick you to say something with his questions. "My puzzle that you got me."
"Anything else?" He said as he put a toothpick in his mouth.
You shook your head in reply.
"Want to tell me what you were doing shopping at a time like this?" He threw down several photos of you walking in and out of different stores. They were all taken that day. You rolled your eyes, annoyed at how closely your dads men watch you.
"I just bought a few things. It's not like I came in contact with anything," you said and took a seat on one of the chairs in the room.
"Did you get tested today? How do you know you didn't come in contact with the virus and brought it here to my company?"
You snorted. "I'm pretty sure if you thought I came in contact with the virus, you wouldn't have asked me to come over."
"Test her," your dad spoke to one of his men in the room. The man nodded and quickly got out a kit and took a large and long cotton swab out. This wasn't the first time you've been tested. You already knew how it happens.
The man got the swab and roughly shove it up your nose and twisted it around before pulling it out. He mixed a few chemicals together and put the swab in it. The chemical changed to a pink color, indicating that you tested negative.
"I told you," you said.
"Y/n, this virus is not funny," your dad said.
"I know it's not. I'm not laughing."
"Then why aren't you taking it more seriously? So many people have died globally because of the virus and you're out here shopping as if people can't carry it. Not only that, but you didn't even think to wear the mask I got you or the gloves. And thanks to you, I made sure every store you shopped at got closed down. They shouldn't even be open during this pandemic."
You crossed your arms and huffed. "You're so annoying. It's literally not that serious. If it was that serious, the country's government would call for a lockdown period. But they don't. You know why? Because it's not that bad. People are dying because some countries don't have the supplies to help people get better," you spoke. Ever since the virus started, everything your dad did was to avoid the virus. You never saw it so seriously and you didn't understand why your dad did.
"Okay, well since you don't find it as serious as I do, I'm going to send you off to the Flower."
You uncrossed your arms and sat up. "Don't make me go there."
Your dad shook his head. "I've already planned it. You're going to stay there until this virus has either been eradicated or it's controlled."
"Dad, you can't make me stay there. I will go insane," you said in a low voice.
"I can make you stay there and I will. Everything you own is being transported from your house to the Flower as we speak," he said getting up.
"And what if I leave?" You said, testing him.
"That's what Yuta is for," he said simply. You grimaced at the name as you stared at your dad.
"What the hell is a Yuta?"
Your dad pointed to the man in the room that failed to make eye contact with you. He was standing still as much as he possibly could with his hands behind his back. "Yuta is from Japan and he's a trained ninja. I thought it was really stereotypical but he was able to outfight all of my men. So I'm going to have him be your bodyguard, keeping you in and keeping other people out."
"You're joking. This man looks like a twig but he can outfight everyone in this building? You're lying," you said in disbelief. You were physically larger than the man. Not by height, but you outweighed him by at least 50 pounds.
"You'll see if I'm really lying when you try to leave the Flower. Anyways, here are the protocols as follows: Sonny will drop you and Yuta off. You are free to wear whatever I bought for you in the house or you can wear your clothes. You are not allowed to have any sexual relations with Yuta, and I also told him the same thing. He is my worker and you should respect him as such."
"Sexual relations? What kind of person do you take me for?" You shouted in offense.
"I've known you for 24 years and I've seen how you've tried to seduce my men to get your way. But you won't with Yuta. Anyways, as I was saying. Although we have a grocers one floor below, you will not be able to shop in it. I will send Jaehyun to do the shopping for you whenever you feel like you need groceries. Other than that, you have no other reason why you should leave the Flower. You no longer attend school and you are out of a job so you can busy yourself with the things at the house."
"This is not fair," you said rolling your eyes.
"Life's not fair, honey. Say that to the millions of people with the virus that wish they could breathe as easily as you can."
You sat in silence on the chair. You eyed Yuta up and down, wondering if he really can defend you if that needed to happen. Many people in the past have tried breaking in to the Flower to get the expensive items inside the building, and at one point, it took all of your dads men to fight off a heist that went down. Fortunately, they intervened but many of your dads men got hurt.
"Since I have nothing more to say to you, you and Yuta can now leave," your dad spoke. He sat back down on the chair and began to type away on his computer. You got up aggressively, trying to show your anger in your actions and slammed opened the door as you walked out. You walked towards the exit and Sonny was waiting there with the door open.
"Sorry to hear about what happened, Miss," Sonny spoke.
"It's fine," you said getting into the car. "It's not like it's your fault."
Sonny closed the door and a few minutes later, Yuta got in to the opposite side of the backseat. Sonny took off to the Flower and the ride was in silence. After an hour in the car, the skyscraper shaped as a large flower began to appear. You hadn't seen the building in about six years. When you turned 18, your dad bought you the building to live in. It was already stocked with several shopping stores and a market. You refused to live in the building guarded by your dads men so you rented out an apartment that was nice and simple. Although you loved shopping and expensive material things, you'd never found an interest in house luxury.
Once Sonny parked in the underground parking, you got out of the car before he could open the door for you. You approached the elevator and waited for it to open. You took a deep breath before walking inside and Yuta walked in right behind you. The ride up to the top floor took longer than you expected.
"How long have you been working for my dad?" You asked to break the silence.
Yuta stood there, staring at absolutely nothing, and ignored your question.
"Are you not allowed to talk to me?" You asked him, wondering if he even heard you the first time. Yet again, he ignored you. You sucked your teeth, annoyed by the man already. The elevator approached the penthouse and you took out your keycard and scanned it. The two of you walked in. Everything was still in place since the last time you saw it. Oddly enough, nothing was filled with dust. You assumed your dad had it cleaned beforehand. Many boxes of your things from your apartment filled the living room and you decided to just put those away later.
You left Yuta at the entrance and began to wander around. You looked through the ceiling to floor glass windows and saw the whole city. It was really a beautiful sight and not something you often saw.
The piano was still in the same spot. Your dad bought it thinking you were going to have time during school to play. Little did he know at the time that you weren't even going to live in the penthouse.
You walked up the spiral staircase and approached the hallway. The walls were now painted a light pink, different than the ugly green it once was. You opened the door to your room and the wide space surprised you. It wasn't the first time seeing your room but you forgot how big it actually was. The bed was twice the size of your full sized bed at your apartment and the bathroom was inside your room. Having a bathroom inside your bedroom was a different type of luxury.
You approached your closet and slid the doors open. A rainbow of colors flourished in the closet and you never actually took the chance to see the type of clothes your dad packed the closet with. Different name brands filled the closet, even brands you'd never even heard of before. All the clothes still had tags on them and you couldn't believe the prices of some of the items.
"Dad wasn't kidding when he said he'd spoil me if I stood here," you spoke to yourself. You continued looking through the clothes, looking for a nice shirt to wear. You took out an indigo colored wooled sweater. It was super cute and soft. You took off the shirt you were wearing and put the sweater on, feeling like a soft blanket was hugging you.
You opened the bottom drawers, looking for pants. There were about ten drawers and five of them were filled with jeans, all of them color coded. You specifically looked for a black pair and replaced your shorts with the jeans. You pulled out another drawer that had rows of shoes and put on a pair that looked like a normal pair of shoes.
You walked back downstairs wearing your new clothes and you walked into the kitchen. You opened the fridge to see that it was completely empty, as was your stomach.
"Is it okay if we order fast food and have them deliver it?" You asked Yuta. He was standing guard by the elevator door, once again staring at nothing. He didn't answer you, nor did he even make a movement.
"I can't believe I'm stuck in a large house with no one to talk to," you said annoyed. You reached for the house phone and looked at the phone book that the building provided. You pressed the number on the phone and waited patiently.
"Hello, Flower Grocers," the voice spoke.
"Hi, can I speak with Jaehyun?" You asked.
"Speaking," the voice said.
"Hi, Jaehyun. This is Y/n," you said.
"Oh my god! How are you? Why are you calling with the Flower's phone?" He asked.
"My dad is making me stay here because of the virus," you huffed."
"Oh I see. Yeah it's getting pretty bad out there. But how can I help you?" He asked.
"I don't know if my dad told you but he said I can't go grocery shopping in the building and that you have to do it for me. Do you think you'd be able to get me a few things and bring them up?"
"Of course I can. You know I'm always willing to help you out. Tell me what you feel like eating and I'll get the ingredients and a recipe for you."
You told Jaehyun you felt like eating cheeseburgers and the call ended. Your stomach growled loud at the thought of eating and you looked at Yuta.
"What are you going to eat?" You asked him. No reply.
"Are you allowed to eat?" You asked. Still, no reply.
"Are you going to sleep or is someone going to be switching shifts with you?" You asked. Silence.
"What if you have to use the restroom? Did my dad not plan any of this? As much as you'd like to not think about it, you're as much of a human as I am and you won't be working your best if you don't eat and sleep."
He continued to ignore you. You shrugged your shoulders. "Fine. Ignore me then. Let's see if you ignore me when you're tired and hungry."
The elevator softly chimed, indicating someone was approaching the top floor. You had a feeling it was Jaehyun and approached the elevator doors to allow him inside and to help him bring the groceries inside. As you stood by the doors waiting, Yuta aggressively pushed you behind him when the elevator dinged.
"What the hell is wrong with you?!" You yelled at him. You tried to go around him but he kept getting in your way, stepping side to side to keep you from going around him. You used all your might and pushed him to the side, making him slightly stumble. You scanned your key card and allowed the elevator doors to open.
"I'm sorry to tell you but this is not a robbery, you dumbass. Jaehyun is delivering my groceries," you shouted at Yuta as Jaehyun stood there inside the elevator. His eyes were somewhat wide and he didn't step out of the elevator.
"I'm sorry. He's supposed to be my guard but my dad failed to tell me he's a complete moron," you said as you helped bring the groceries in. Jaehyun followed right behind you and placed the groceries on the counter.
"Wow, this place is huge. I've never been in here," he said.
"Really? Well you're more than welcome to come and visit me whenever you want. I literally have no one to talk to."
Jaehyun turned around and eyed Yuta who was back in his position. Jaehyun looked at you and raised his eyebrows.
"He doesn't speak," you said out loud. "He's like mute or something."
"Well, that's not nice," Jaehyun said, helping you take out the food from the bags.
"Well, neither is he. So I guess we're even," you said.
The two of you continued to talk and you invited Jaehyun to stay for dinner. He helped you make dinner, prepping the lettuce, tomatoes, pickles, onions and the condiments for the cheeseburgers. You cooked the burgers and toasted the buns.
Jaehyun approached you from behind to see how the burgers were coming along. "You're only making two?" He whispered.
You nodded your head. "He ignored me when I asked him what he was going to eat. So I don't really care."
Jaehyun frowned. "You're being a little mean. Why don't you just make him one and leave it out over night for him. Maybe he doesn't want to eat while you're awake."
You took his words into consideration. Yuta was on the job and apparently he took his job seriously. You had to commend him for that. He was here protecting you but then again, he was also babysitting you. You sighed and rolled your eyes, knowing Jaehyun was probably right. You decided to make an extra cheeseburger. You put all the ingredients together and placed it in the microwave for later. You got your burger and Jaehyun's and brought the plates to the table where Jaehyun was seated already.
"Mmm," he said sniffing. "It smells so good. I haven't had a cheeseburger in a while."
You laughed at his comment. "Jaehyun, we live smack in the middle of a large and busy city filled with vendors that make burgers everyday. Where have you been?"
"Working at the market," he said frowning. "I never have extra time to go out. I'm currently using my lunchtime to hang out with you because I didn't eat lunch earlier. I work as much as I can to get as much money as I can. It's hard living paycheck to paycheck, you know?"
You sympathized with Jaehyun. Unfortunately, you couldn't relate. You never financially struggled because your dad was always there to back you up whenever you needed the help.
"I'm sorry. I had no idea how much you struggled. Working for my dad, I assumed he paid all his employees well considering the amount of money he makes running his company."
Before you let Jaehyun reply, you got up and went to one of the boxes on the floor. Inside, you took out your wallet and pulled out the cash you had. You rolled it up, put your wallet back in the box and walked back to the table.
You sat down and reached for Jaehyun's hand. You placed the roll of cash in his hand. "It's around $1,000. This is for always being a good friend to me since we were little kids. And this is also for caring more about other people than yourself. You're a good person who deserves more than what he gets."
Jaehyun looked into his hand and widened his eyes at the cash. He began to shake his head, bringing his hand towards you. You pushed his hand back.
"You know who my dad is. I don't need the money. I want to help you and I'm willing to help you whenever you need it, okay? All you need to do is ask."
His eyes began to water and you could see how hard he was trying to hold in his tears. A large smiled formed on his face and he looked up at you. "Thank you so much for this."
You smiled back in reply and then looked down, knowing he must be uncomfortable crying in front of you. You picked up your burger and took a large bite out of it.
Jaehyun sniffled and then laughed. "I can't believe I'm crying when I have a burger right in front of me."
You smiled at his humor and the rest of the night, Jaehyun seemed happier.
Time ticked by and before you knew it, Jaehyun had to go home. He had to get up early the next day to open the market. You said goodbye to him as the elevator doors closed.
You cleaned up the table and did the dishes. There was not much else to do. It was getting late and it's not like you had anyone to talk to. It was barely 9 P.M. and you sighed.
You turned to Yuta who seemed to not have move a single hairbreadth since he went back in position. You stared at him and checked him out. He wasn't too bad looking. His hair curled around his neck and it was a light lavender color. Parts of his hair hung over his forehead just above his eyes. Speaking of his eyes, they were almond shaped but they were actually mesmerizing. His nose was long and curved at the tip, perfectly matching the rest of his face. And his lips, his lips were long and light pink. For a second, you thought you saw Yuta look at you and then look away. This made you want to approach him.
You walked slowly towards him. You stared at him, wondering if he was even breathing. You furrowed your eyebrows, confused by the man. He didn't speak, and you wondered why. You were finally face to face with him, allowing you to see his perfect and sculpted face up close. He was just as beautiful up close as he was far away. His hair looked so soft and you had the urge to touch it.
"Can I touch your hair?" You asked. He didn't respond and continued to look as if he was upset about something. He didn't answer, so you slowly reached up, expecting him to stop you. But when he didn't, your hand came in contact with his hair. And it was soft. You moved hair strands out of his face and pushed it softly back. Like always, he didn't move a single bit and you wondered what would make him crack.
"You know, I think I'd have a fat crush on you if you actually spoke to me," you admitted to him. It was like talking to a wall, so you weren't even remotely embarrassed to speak your mind.
"Would you tell my dad if I tried to make a move on you?" You asked him. You laughed when he didn't respond.
You took a step back away from him. "Don't worry. I won't. Or at least, I'll try not to. You know, a girl has needs and being stuck in this building with an attractive man that I can't have won't do me any good."
You walked away and into the kitchen. You opened the microwave and took out the burger you made for Yuta. You brought the plate over to him and placed it in front of his face.
"You know, I don't know what's wrong with you, but I made you a burger. I know you're going to get hungry. I'll leave it right here beside you just in case you want it, okay?"
You took out one of the kitchen chairs and place it beside him. You put his burger on top and made sure it wouldn't fall.
"Anyways, I'm going to bed. Do you want the lights on?" You asked. Yuta huffed like if you were getting on his last nerve.
"Hey! You made a sound! That's progress! I'll leave the light on for you. Goodnight and sweet dreams, Yuta."
A few weeks had passed and it was the same routine. Jaehyun would shop for you, he'd come up for lunch and then leave by evening. Yuta still hadn't said a word, although, he did eat the food that you would prepare for him. You weren't sure when he had the time to use the restroom or take care of himself because you had never seen him do it while you were awake.
One early morning, you woke up and Yuta was not in his position. You furrowed your brows and wondered where he went.
"Yuta?" You called out to him. The house was huge and you had no idea where he might be. Leaving the house also ran through your mind but Yuta seemed so uptight about following the rules, you doubted he left the building.
You continued to walk around the house, looking for Yuta. He wasn't in the basement where all the wine was located. He wasn't in the attic where all of your old memories were located. He wasn't in any of the bedrooms, living room, game room, kitchen. You had no idea where else to check.
You called out to him once more. "Yuta? Where did you go?"
You started to feel stupid, assuming that he probably did leave the house and you were there alone yelling out his name to no one. You heard footsteps from behind you and you quickly turned around. Yuta was walking out of the hallway that was across the living room, the one place you forgot to check. He had a towel wrapped around his waist and it was hanging unbelievably low. He was completely naked from head to toe and the only thing hiding his dignity was the towel. He approached you and your eyes widened more with every step he took towards you. The closer he got, the better you were able to see his defined abs, the water dripping down his body, his hair wet, and the great smell of men's body wash. He had a ball of clothes in his arms and as he approached you, he handed them to you. You looked up at him, confused and furrowed your eyebrows.
"What's this?" You asked him. He didn't reply and instead just stared at you. He watched your movements as you scanned through the wad of black clothes in your arms.
"Are these your clothes you were wearing before your shower?" You asked him. He closed his eyes momentarily and nodded.
"Do you want me to wash them?" You asked him, assuming that's why he gave them to you. Again, he nodded in response.
You smiled at him, happy that he wasn't just a stone standing by the elevator. You felt giddy inside knowing that he actually responded to you. It wasn't vocally but it was still a response nonetheless.
You put his clothes in the washer and then went up to your room and grabbed a shirt and a pair of sweats that looked like could fit him. You brought them down to where he was waiting in the living room. You approached him and as he turned to look at you, a small glimmer hit your eye. You looked down to what it was and it was a belly button piercing.
You gasped out loud and your mouth dropped open. "You have a belly button piercing?"
He didn't respond, only stared at you. You walked closer and bent over to see it clearly. He had a belly button piercing and a silver curved bar went through it. "Oh my god, you have a belly button piercing. That's so hot."
You kept staring at it and then you felt his eyes watching you. You looked up at him and he had no expression on his face. You didn't know what he was thinking. You stood up straight and took a step back. "Sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I brought you some clothes that I think might fit you. You can wear these until your clothes are ready."
You handed him the clothes and he bowed before leaving. He walked back into the hallway that he came out from and your curiosity got the best of you. You didn't really know what was in that hallway. You knew there was one room down that way, but it was only a storage room. You followed the same path Yuta took and walked down the hallway. As you approached it, three doors appeared. Confusion crossed your face because you didn't remember there being three rooms in the hallway. You opened the one door that you were familiar with and like you thought, it was the storage room. You opened another door that was right across from it and it was an unfamiliar bathroom. You wondered where Yuta went. You thought he might have went back into the bathroom, where he showered, to put his clothes on. You approached the last door and opened it, slowly, and it looked like a bedroom. Your eyes instantly made eye contact with a naked Yuta and you gasped out loud and slammed the door. You walked out of the hallway and stood as far away from it as possible.
Heat rose to your face and you fanned yourself. Your skin began to prickle with sweat, completely embarrassed that you saw Yuta naked. It was a sight to see but the fact that you saw the one and only man in the house naked made you feel flustered.
Yuta walked out of the dark hallway wearing your clothes. They fit him quite good but that wasn't what was running through your mind. Yuta looked angry and he was approaching you quickly. You got scared and your feet quickly took you up the staircase. You could hear his footsteps right behind you and you ran to your room as fast as you could. You slammed the door and locked it. Yuta banged on the door a few times and then it went silent.
He had a right to be mad. Here he was, professionally working, and his bosses daughter sees him naked. You decided to stay in your room for the rest of the morning and afternoon.
You didn't have much to do in your room. The only thing your room was equipped with was a large bed, a bathroom and clothes. You wished you had a tv but the only tv in the house was in the living room, and you weren't about to walk back out there with an angry Yuta that can fight off all of your dads men. You decided to just lay in your bed and wait for the time to pass by. Before you knew it, your eyes began to flutter close and you fell asleep.
When you woke up, you noticed the sun was setting. You had no idea how long you slept because you didn't even know what time you fell asleep. You got up and out of bed and opened your door slowly. You looked down the hallway in both directions to see if the coast was clear to leave. You didn't see Yuta so you made your way out. You walked down the stairs on your tiptoes and scanned the living room as you came down. You didn't see him. You walked into the laundry room and noticed that his clothes were gone, so he must've put them in the dryer. He wasn't in the kitchen so you assumed he was in the bedroom down the hallway. You didn't want to watch tv because that would create noise and Yuta would know you were out of your room. You decided to take out a puzzle that you bought a few years ago but never actually started.
It was stored in one of the boxes that you had yet to unpack. You took it out and began to lay the pieces out individually on the floor by the piano. The floor to ceiling windows helped you use the natural light from outside to do your puzzle but it slowly began to fade into darkness. You're not sure how much time passed by but you managed to put 5,000 puzzle pieces right side up and find all the corners and piece them together. You were so busy with your puzzle that you didn't even recognize the footsteps approaching you from behind. Minding your own business, you continued with the puzzle.
"What are you doing?" A deep voice spoke into your ear and you screamed in terror. You quickly turned around while seated on the floor and Yuta was bent over you, trying to see over your shoulder what you were doing.
"Y-you spoke," you managed to say. Yuta squatted down to your level and made eye contact with you. He nodded in response.
"You can speak," you said in disbelief. So he wasn't mute after all. Images of what happened earlier flashed through your mind and you began to squirm. You knew you had to apologize to him.
"About earlier, I'm really sorry-"
Yuta put his hand out to stop you, but you continued talking.
"I promise, I didn't see anything," you lied. "Regardless though, I should respect your privacy. I just didn't know those rooms were in that hallway. When my dad bought me this place, I remember there only being a storage room."
Yuta nodded in response to confirm your thoughts.
You raised your eyebrows. "So there was? I knew I wasn't crazy!"
"Your dad had those rooms built in for me a few months ago when the virus barely started," Yuta spoke. His voice was deep but very smooth. You could listen to him speak forever.
"Is there a reason why you're barely talking to me now and didn't want to these past few weeks?" You asked him. He shook his head in response.
"Please talk to me more. I really like the sound of your voice. I might go insane if my voice is the only one I hear all the time."
"Maybe," he replied and took a seat next to you. He began to help you with your puzzle and said no more. You noticed he was still wearing the clothes you gave him. He looked comfortable and less of a robot than he did yesterday.
Not much of the puzzle was finished an hour later. You and Yuta managed to separate the pieces by color but after that, you got tired of sitting on the hard floor. You stood up and Yuta looked up at you in curiosity.
"Are you hungry?" You asked him. He nodded. You walked into the kitchen and checked out the fridge. Unfortunately, you only had a few veggies but there wasn't even enough to make a decent veggie meal for the two of you. You checked the time to see if you could still order groceries but they close at 8pm and it was already 8:45pm.
"Yuta, we have a problem," you said from the kitchen. You could hear him approaching you and you looked up from the fridge to him. "We don't have food to make."
You could see Yuta running through his thoughts and then finally looked back at you. "I can pick us up something to eat at a fast-food place but you have to promise me you'll stay here."
You smiled and nodded your head. "I promise I'll stay here."
Yuta walked down the hallway to his room and came back out with a sweater. He waved goodbye to you and left.
Being alone in the house, you let out a large sigh that relieved tension in your back. You didn't realize how tight your muscles were being around Yuta. Several weeks had passed by from the time you were forced to stay in the house and you wondered how long this quarantine was going to last. You hated it. You could've been out at a club right now, having drinks and dancing. But instead, you were at home with a man that feels uncomfortable to say more than 20 words to you.
You continued to think in silence and wonder what was it that made Yuta want to speak. Not only that, but Yuta left his job posting. After all those past weeks of staying right by the elevator door, and suddenly he left you at home alone to get food. It was really odd and you couldn't really find a reason why he's not acting the way he has been.
You sat down on the couch and laid your head back with a sigh. For a second, you wished you had a dildo to satisfy yourself and keep you busy when there was nothing else to do. Unfortunately, all of your toys were at your apartment and you doubted your dad's men packed those for you.
To see if your assumptions were right, you checked the boxes to see if they managed to pack your toys. Everything was thrown messily in the boxes so you began to search deep inside them. To your surprise, you actually found them below a couple of other things. You took out your favorite toy and turned it on, the vibration instantly making your core throb. You wondered if you should play with yourself until Yuta came back. You thought for a second, realizing that Yuta didn't have a car to take and he was probably walking to get the food.
You laid down on the couch and lowered your pajama pants and underwear. You flipped on the dildo and pressed it against your clit, making goosebumps appear on your skin and a shiver run throughout your whole body. It had literally been weeks since you last satisfied yourself and now that you're breaking your hiatus, it felt so good.
You continued to let the vibration massage your clit. You pulled up your shirt and bra and ran your hand up your body to one of your breasts. You tweaked your nipple and the pleasure from both the toy and your nipple began to run through your body. You moaned loud as you felt your climax approaching. You inserted the dildo inside your pussy and simultaneously, the toy vibrated on your clit. Multiple parts of your body were being stimulated and your body began to shake. You knew your orgasm was approaching and it was coming quickly. You tried to go fast all the while shaking, and then you heard someone clear their throat from behind you. Your climax completely dissolved as you froze in terror and turned the toy off. You didn't move from the couch, too scared to turn around. You quickly pulled your shirt down along with your bra and tried to bring your underwear and pants up while sitting down on the couch. The noise could only come from one person and you were already dead embarrassed.
You stood up from the couch, hid the toy behind your back, and turned around with your eyes closed. You were sure you were tomato red and you were too embarrassed to open your eyes to see Yuta's expression.
"Um, I brought us food. There was a food vendor right outside the building so I got us some burgers and fries," you heard Yuta say. "You can open your eyes."
You opened your eyes slowly and rubbed your face with your hand out of embarrassment. This was probably the worst day of your life, being forced to stay quarantined running second in place.
"I am so sorry," you finally spoke. "I thought you were going to be gone for at least twenty minutes."
Yuta put his hand up and nodded. "I get it. Come eat."
Passing by the boxes on the floor, you threw your toy inside quickly and approached the bags of food. Your stomach growled and Yuta handed you your food.
"I'll be right back," Yuta said and walked down the hallway and into his room. You brought your food and his to the dining table and waited for Yuta to come back. As you waited, you searched for the right words to say to apologize correctly. People say things are okay all the time, but they don't always mean it.
Ten minutes had passed and he still wasn't out of his room and you were starving. You decided to just eat and apologize to Yuta once he comes out. You managed to finish your whole meal and Yuta still wasn't out. You began to worry a little about him, wondering if he was okay. You threw your trash away and slowly approached his bedroom door. You knocked softly and spoke.
"Yuta? Are you okay? Your food is getting cold. I was waiting for you to start eating but you're taking too long so I already ate."
His bedroom door swung open and he was really red in the face and looked sweaty. You looked at him with surprise and worry.
"Yuta, why are you so red? Are you okay?" You put your palm to his head and he was really warm. "Are you getting sick? You feel feverish. Do you need medicine?"
Yuta shook his head in response and continued to walk out of his room. He sat down on the table and you sat with him to accompany him. As time ticked by slowly, the flush in his face slowly subsided and his skin went back to normal.
He finally finished his meal and he sat back in satisfaction. You checked the time and it was pretty late and you looked back up at Yuta.
"Can I ask you something?" You asked Yuta. He nodded.
"It involves a verbal response though," you mentioned. He nodded his head to signal you to go ahead.
"These past few weeks you had been so uptight about doing your job and not talking to me, why is today the day you decide to interact with me? Not only that, but you left your spot where you always stand and you're actually eating in front of me."
Yuta sat forward and intertwined his fingers. "Your father called me and he asked me how I was doing. He's a pretty caring man and I was really surprised when he asked if I was taking care of my own needs. I am a man of truth so I told him what I have been up to. Although the bedroom and restroom were built for me, I was not going to enjoy them if your father didn't first give me permission. He asked me how was our relationship turning out and I told him I hadn't spoken to you once. He was shocked at how many weeks passed by and we hadn't spoke but he encouraged me to talk to you. I had no problems with you, I just take my job seriously."
You nodded your head, impressed by everything he said. You were also mesmerized by his voice. He finally said more words than you can count on your fingers and honestly, you really didn't want to stop hearing his voice.
You took a deep breath, knowing what you wanted to say but not knowing how to say it. "Listen, about earlier. I know you said it was okay, but out of respect, I need to give you a better apology. This is embarrassing for me and I know it really caught you off guard. I should've been doing that in my room rather than the living room. I'm really sorry you saw what I was doing."
Yuta lightly laughed and you looked up to him. He was smiling and then he spoke. "It's really fine. I get it. We have needs to tend to and we are first and foremost, humans. It was actually kind of hot to know what you were doing."
Your eyes widened at his response and you felt the temperature in the house rise by a few degrees. You could feel your cheeks and ears getting hot and you quickly looked away to hide your fluster. Again, Yuta laughed at your silent response.
"It's getting late now and I think we should go to sleep. I haven't had a decent sleep in three months," Yuta said.
You nodded and quickly got up from your chair and threw your trash and Yuta's trash away.
"Okay well I'll see you tomorrow," you said to him. He nodded his head and watched as you turned around and walked up the stairs. Once you were in your room with the door closed, you let out a huge sigh of relief, not knowing how irregular you were breathing. You could sense a sexual tension rising between the two of you, but you could never make the first move. Although your confidence can drive you to say certain things, you didn't have enough confidence to take action.
You threw yourself on your bed and checked the time on your clock. It was already midnight and you were thankful for how late it was because although you took a nap earlier, you were tired.
The next morning, you decided to call downstairs to the grocers to buy more food for the house. Since Yuta was now eating, you knew you had to order more food and enough for at least a week. Just like routine, Jaehyun answered the phone and you told him the list of food you wanted.
"I'll be up in about an hour," he said before hanging up.
You decided to do a few chores around the house to keep yourself busy until Jaehyun came up or until Yuta woke up. Nothing was really messy but you cleaned whatever was visible. The kitchen was cleaned thoroughly, you mopped, dusted, did some laundry and tried to clean as much of the tall windows as you could. Eventually, the elevator dinged, indicating that Jaehyun was coming. You scanned your keycard to let him up but when the elevator doors opened, an unfamiliar man stood there with your groceries.
"Um, who are you?" You asked him. He was really good looking but his good looks didn't make you any less suspicious.
"I'm here to bring you your groceries," he stated.
"Where's Jaehyun?" You asked.
"He had something to do so I offered to take these up to you."
You nodded your head, giving him the okay to come inside. "Jaehyun usually puts the groceries away."
The man nodded as he was bringing the food in from the elevator.
"Let me know when you're done. I'll be upstairs putting away some laundry," you told him. He nodded in understanding and with that, you grabbed your laundry basket from the wash room and went upstairs to your bedroom.
You began separating your clothes. The ones that needed to be hung up, the ones that needed to be folded, your underwear, socks and miscellaneous particles were all separated into their own groups. You began putting them away and before you knew it, all of your clothes were stacked neatly inside your closet. As you were putting your clothes basket away in your storage closet, you heard your bedroom door open. You assumed it was the grocers man telling you he was finished.
You heard your bedroom door close and lock and out of confusion, you walked back out to see what was going on. The grocers man was standing at the door staring at you.
"Uh, can I help you with something?" An uneasy feeling washed over you body, as you watched the man stand in front of your now locked door.
"Actually," the man spoke. "You can." He smiled at you but it wasn't a regular friendly smile. He took a step towards you and your instinct told you to take one step back. He continued to walk towards you and before you knew it, the back of your legs hit your bed.
"What are you doing? You do know I have a watchman in my house, right?" You told him.
He laughed and shrugged his shoulders. "Yeah, but where is he now? He's asleep, isn't he? Yuta, the man that should be watching Felix Reyes' daughter, is dead asleep and he won't be able to hear anything."
The last part of the mans sentence made your heart race even more than it was before. You looked at your surroundings, searching for a clear path to leave your room and run downstairs, but he was blocking the only pathway to the door. He noticed what you were doing and laughed.
"You're not going anywhere until I feel like I'm done."
"Why are you doing this to me?" You asked him.
"Because your dad owes me money but for some reason, he thinks he's too high and mighty to pay me back. I told him I would get him where it hurts the most; can you guess what that is?" He slowly reached into his back pocket and took out a large silver object. He pressed a button and you realized that it was a switchblade.
"Wait," you said with your hands in front of you. "I have money. What if I give you the money?"
The man evilly smiled and laughed. He continued walking towards you and your feet brought you to try to run around him. You were mere inches away from your door before he grabbed you by the waist, threw you over his shoulder and carried you to your bed. He threw you down and instantly climbed on top of you. You began throwing your fists, trying to aim for his face but he kept moving. He got ahold of both of your wrists, pinned them above you, and put the knife to your neck.
"Keep moving and see if I don't slice your neck and leave you dead on your bed," the man threatened. Tears began to run down your face as the coldness from the blade stung your skin.
The man, sitting right on top of you, began to scan your body, and you wriggled in hopes that he would get off of you.
"Please, don't hurt me," you begged him.
"I won't sweetheart," he said, sliding the knife across your cheek. "What I plan on doing to you, oh I promise you'll enjoy it."
The mans breath fanned your face and although his breath did not smell, you felt like you were about to throw up. His body odor made your head spin and you became nauseous and numb at the same time. You shook your head, not wanting this to happen to you.
"You have a fucking hot body," he said. He dropped the knife onto your bed and used his hands to grope your body. His large hand roughly grabbed your breast and you cried out in pain. Quickly, he placed his hand over your mouth.
"Make anymore noise and I'll kill you and that man downstairs."
Silent tears continued to run down your face and you wished you could fast forward to when this was done. With your eyes closed, you tried to think of something happy; going back to a time where you were actually happy with your life. It was a time when your mom was alive, before she died from cancer.
Your mind numbed your body and silenced everything around you. Although you couldn't feel or hear what was going on, you knew what was really happening. You continued to lay underneath the large man, no fight left inside your body.
You began to feel like you couldn't breathe. It almost felt like the weight of the mans body was crushing you and you began gasping for air. However almost instantly, the weight was lifted and you opened your eyes. You were no longer seeing the man that was above you but instead saw the white ceiling in your bedroom. Slowly, your hearing came back and shortly followed was your sense of touch. You could hear grunting and loud thumps throughout your bedroom but you didn't have the strength to sit up and see what it was. You had no idea where that man was but you were thankful that he was no longer on you. You continued to look at your ceiling, the white paint making you feel at peace.
"Y/n," you heard someone say. It was very muffled and you were confused. You couldn't recognize the voice and you didn't have the strength to move your gaze to the sound. The only thing you managed to focus on was the ceiling.
"Y/n, are you okay? I need to take you to the hospital."
Whoever was talking to you lifted you up off of your bed and began carrying you out of your room. You didn't know what was going on and slowly, your vision turned black.
"I promised to take care of you and I couldn't even do that," you heard the voice say before your hearing subsided into darkness.
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The first thing to wake up was your hearing. You knew you were still asleep but you could hear what was going on around you. You could hear beeping, almost as if you were staying in the hospital. It didn't smell like the hospital though. It smelled like...home.
Normally, hospital beds are hard and uncomfortable, but whatever you were sleeping on was soft. However, you knew it wasn't your bed. You know your own smell and the smell of the blankets and pillows surrounding you, although was not your own, was still very comforting and you couldn't find the reason why.
Your brain was now waking up but your body was still asleep. You tried to tell the rest of your body to wake up but it just wasn't happening. You could smell food and you wanted to get up so badly, but your eyes wouldn't open. Your hands began to twitch, fighting to move. You decided it was pointless to fight with sleep so you stopped trying to force yourself awake and instead waited until your eyes opened when your brain wanted them to.
Before you knew it, you began to open your eyes. You slowly looked around and noticed you were in an unfamiliar yet familiar room. You couldn't pinpoint why the room looked familiar. You began to scan everything: looking at the blankets, pillow, wallpaper, the dresser, closet. It almost seemed as if you had seen the room before.
You slowly sat up and stood quiet to see if you could hear anything outside of the room. It was silent and you could no longer smell the food that you once smelled before. You got out of bed and recognized that you were in pajamas that you didn't know you owned. You approached the bedroom door and opened it.
You walked out of the room and finally realized where you were. You were sleeping in Yuta's room. But how did you get there?
Your feet walked you out of the hallway and into the living room. Jaehyun was sitting on the couch and you stood there confused. You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. You struggled with your voice and you were confused as to why you couldn't say anything. You tried to call out to him but once again, your voice failed you.
You continued to walk up to Jaehyun and finally he saw you from the side of his eye and looked up at you with shock on his face.
"Y/n," he said. "You're awake."
His words made you stop in your tracks and you drew your eyebrows in. Why would you not wake up?
He got up from the couch and approached you, tears beginning to form in his eyes. He slowly brought his hands up to your shoulders, as if to be cautious, and when he realized you were allowing him to touch you, he brought you in for a huge hug. His arms wrapped around you tightly and he began sobbing into your shoulder. You didn't know what was going on and you had so many questions.
Jaehyun pulled away from the hug and looked at you with teary eyes.
"How are you feeling?" He asked.
"I feel fine," you managed to croak out. Your voice was completely hoarse and you grimaced at the sound of your own voice. Jaehyun smiled at your reaction and reached down to hold both of your hands.
"Why did I wake up in Yuta's room?" You asked.
Jaehyun's smile faded away quickly and he looked at you with sympathy. "Y/n, do you remember what happened? Do you know how long you were asleep for?"
His questions brought more confusion to you. You shook your head in reply. Jaehyun grabbed your hand and brought you to sit down with him on the couch. He began speaking with a soft voice and as he began to tell you what happened, memories of that day began to flood your brain. He said you had been asleep for weeks and the doctors didn't know why you fell into a coma.
"Yuta tried taking you to the hospital but because of the virus going around, they turned both of you down. However, a doctor came to see you and was so confused as to why you fell into a coma after what happened. His conclusion was that your body was trying to recover from a traumatic event."
Tears began falling down your face. You began to remember vividly what happened that day. The day that Jaehyun was supposed to bring your groceries.
"You were supposed to be here," you told him through a trembling voice. "You were supposed to bring my groceries. Not that man."
Jaehyun grabbed you by the shoulders and hugged you, trying to comfort you. "I know. I should've been there. I should've fought the guy off but he hit me over the head and gave me a concussion. I was knocked out for a few days and I regret every single day for not thinking he was more suspicious when he volunteered to bring your groceries up."
"Where's Yuta?" You asked him. Jaehyun looked behind him and you followed his gaze. There Yuta stood, right by the elevator door, just like he did the first few months he watched over you. You gasped and stood from the couch. You ran up to Yuta and embraced him. You cried right into his chest and continued to hug him. When he didn't return the embrace, you looked up at him. He had a stern look across his face and he didn't look down at you once.
"Yuta?" You called out to him. "Why aren't you looking at me?"
He ignored you and didn't speak. You pulled away from him and stood back. "Yuta? Why are you ignoring me? Talk to me, please,” you begged.
"He's back to the way he used to be, Y/n. He hated how off guard he was that day and he went back to not sleeping, eating and always guarding the door."
You shook your head and continued to cry. "Please, Yuta, don't be like this. Talk to me, please."
He didn't say a word and like Jaehyun said, he was back to the way he was before. You turned away from Yuta and turned towards Jaehyun.
"Where is that man?" You asked.
"Yuta killed him when he found the man on top of you," Jaehyun said.
Frustration was now taking over your emotions and you were upset that Yuta already killed the man. If he was still alive, you'd kill him yourself.
You felt frustrated that you had been raped. You felt frustrated that Yuta was back to the way he was before. You hated that he blamed himself for what happened. You hated that the man was dead already. You hated that you had slipped into a coma for unknown reasons. You hated that you had to stay in the Flower. You hated this virus going on. You hated everything at the moment and you were slowly being filled with anger at everything around you.
Jaehyun left and went back downstairs to the grocers and you were once again left in silence.
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A year had passed since the incident and Yuta was still not talking to you. Every few weeks or so, he would switch shifts with another guard that your dad hired so that Yuta could have his time to sleep, eat and take care of his other needs. He never ate the food you made for him, he never slept and he never left his post. It made you upset every time you tried to talk to him and he would ignore you. You were annoyed that he blamed himself for what happened when in all honesty, there was no way Yuta could have predicted what would happen even if he wasn't asleep that day.
You had tried whatever you could think of to sway Yuta. You tried putting delicious food in his face, you tried telling him jokes, tickling him, you tried every possible way to make him laugh. You tried to seduce him and that completely backfired when you got a call the next day from your dad about how he had warned you about seducing his men.
Another year had gone by and you had grown to ignore Yuta. He was acting like a statue in the house, almost like an ornament or decoration. Jaehyun was no longer working at the grocers downstairs and moved onto creating his own business. You lost the only friend you had in the building. The virus had gotten worse and there was no vaccine available. You were practically at home alone.
"Please talk to me. I feel like I'm going to go insane," you begged Yuta. It was your birthday and you hadn't spoke to a single human in a year. "Yuta, please. How much more do I need to beg you to talk to me. It's my birthday and I haven't spoken to anyone in months."
You walked up to him and stood close in front of him. You grabbed his face and smashed his cheeks together, the first skin-to-skin contact you've ever had with Yuta since he started watching over you. You pinched his cheeks and you could tell he was trying his best not to give in to your tactics. Suddenly, Yuta grabbed both of your wrists and held them up. He looked you in the eyes and you could tell he was annoyed with you. He threw your hands down in irritation and then looked away from your gaze.
"That's progress,” you simply said.
The next day, you did the same thing. This time, he didn't stop you. You ran your fingers through his hair. It was now a light brown with blond highlights and it looked better on him than his lavender hair.
"This hair looks really good on you," you told him. You continued to run your fingers through his hair and he didn't move a single bit.
You brought both of your hands to his cheeks and again smashed his cheeks. His pink lips puckered up and you laughed at the face that was formed from smashing his cheeks. You looked down to his lips and you had the sudden urge to place your own on his. You wanted to, so badly, but you didn't know how he'd react. You brought your face close to his, lips almost touching, and Yuta's eyes widened as he looked down at you. He didn't stop you, and when he didn't, you softly placed your lips on his. The kiss was very gentle, you were worried that if you got too carried away, he would push you away. But he didn't push you away and you continued to kiss him.
His lips, although at first were frozen, began to move along with yours. His eyes closed and finally began to mold with yours. The tender kiss created a new hunger within you. You pulled away from the kiss, your breath and Yuta's unsteady, and you took a step away from him.
"All I want is attention from you," you told him. "The security for this building has quadrupled. I don't see the reason why you need to work so hard."
He kept his eyes closed and sighed. He shook his head. "I can't bring myself to lose concentration."
You stood there, his voice almost making you cry, and took in every thing he said. You hadn't heard him speak in over two years and you felt like it was something to throw a celebration for.
"What happened to me in the past, is the past. I've received therapy for what happened and I promise, I'm okay now. And like I said, the security has quadrupled since that day. There is no reason for you to work like a dog. I'm not saying to stop being my guard, all I'm saying is to stop working so hard. Don't ignore me. Give me some type of attention. I will be happy with anything."
Yuta sighed and shook his head. He looked up at you and his face went hard, going back into his security position that he was in.
That night, you promised yourself you won't give up until Yuta is back to the way he was when he first started talking to you.
The next morning, you woke up, showered, put your favorite perfume on, your favorite lingerie and then put a pink silk robe on top of the red lingerie set that you were wearing. You did your hair in large curls and put some makeup on. Today was the day you were not going to quit until something good happened.
You walked downstairs and saw Yuta standing there. The black combat boots with the black cargo pants and black long sleeve shirt he was wearing made your core throb. He had been wearing the same thing every single day for the past two years but for some reason, it was hitting different that day. You approached him with a smile.
"Good morning, Yuta," you said to him up close, making sure he could smell your perfume. "You're looking a little tired. Let me massage you."
You got closer to him and began to massage his shoulders. His muscles were hard and your fingers weren't strong enough to give him a good massage. You continued though, for about ten minutes and then stopped.
"How did that feel?" You asked him. He ignored you.
"I did my hair and makeup today. How do I look?" You asked him. He took a quick glance at you and then went back to staring at nothing.
"I got ready just for you," you told him. You got close to him again and ran a finger from his head to his lips and ran the pad of your thumb over his bottom lip.
"These lips are seriously the best," you told him. "They've created a new desire within me when we kissed yesterday. Now, I don't think I can stop thinking about them."
You saw Yuta look at you but when you looked at him, he looked away. You stood on your tiptoes and brought your lips slowly to his. Not once did he look at you.
Your lips made contact with the corner of his lips and you gave him a gentle peck, your lipstick remaining on his skin.
"Oh! I almost forgot to show you. I'm wearing something new. Want to see?" You stood right in his line of vision, where he was constantly staring, and made sure he was looking at you. You untied your robe and let it fall off of your shoulders but held it around your waist. You could see Yuta began breathing quicker and that made you feel slightly accomplished.
You slowly let the robe fall off the rest of your body, showcasing the red lingerie to Yuta. His eyes widened and you smiled at his reaction. You slowly approached him and noticed his eyes were now following you.
"What do you think?" You asked him. He was looking at you, up and down, and he looked almost hungry for you. You turned around and showed him your ass and softly grinded your ass against him.
"Does the back look okay?" You could now hear his breathing and you giggled.
"Don't be afraid to touch," you told him. You grabbed both of his hands and placed them on your ass. On his own, he began squeezing your ass. He slapped it once really hard, and you jumped and yelped.
"Do you like what you see?" You looked at Yuta over your shoulder. He nodded and continued to massage your ass.
"Answer me out loud," you told him.
Yuta paused for a second and then aggressively brought your body up against his and wrapped his hand around your throat. You smiled and looked up at him from the side of your eye.
"Is this what you wanted?" He said in a deep voice. You nodded, your core instantly throbbing and jumping in excitement for what's to come.
With one hand on your throat, Yuta brought his other hand and slowly slid them inside your lingerie panties.
"This looks so goddamn hot on you," he whispered into your ear. Goosebumps rose all over your body as he got closer to your swollen bud.
He slowly slid a finger across your slit and took in a deep breath when he felt how wet you were from just his hand on your throat.
"Fuck, you're so wet. And from what?" You could hear the taunting in his voice and you had never heard anything sexier.
He brought his now wet finger to your clit, and slowly, he began tracing circles. Your legs instantly bucked and it threw off your balance. Seeing your reaction, he began to go harder. Your legs began to shake and you weren't even close to coming yet. You knew that you wouldn't be able to stand upright when the time did come.
"Yuta..." you called out to him out of breath. "I don't think I can stand. My legs are shaking too much."
He pulled his hands away from you quickly and before you could turn around to face him, he lifted you up bridal style. He walked the both of you into his room and placed you on his bed. He stood at the edge of his bed, staring at you with a hunger that you've never seen before.
"Tell me what you want," he demanded.
That caught you off guard. You had never told someone specifically what you wanted.
"Tell me, or else I won't do anything," he threatened.
You could feel yourself blushing and you internally groaned. This man just had his hand down your underwear yet you feel like it's an impossible mission to tell him what you want.
"I-I want you to make me feel good," you said simply. Yuta evilly grinned and then laughed.
He shook his head. "No, tell me specifically what you want. If you have the confidence to start this, you have the confidence to tell me what you want me to do to you."
He wasn't going to let you get away with not saying it. You closed your eyes, opened them, and looked at him before answering. "I want you to eat me out until I come and then I want you to fuck my brains out until I come again and can't move."
Yuta's eyes dilated that instant and it made him look almost scary. He climbed onto the bed and approached your legs. He laid on his stomach and brought his face close to your core. "Like this?"
You nodded and he placed a kiss on your clitoris through your panties. You could feel the pressure and it made you throw your head back. He continued to kiss you in between your legs and it created a desire that was slowly growing with each second.
"Please Yuta," you pleaded.
"Please what?" He asked. He knew exactly what.
You sucked your teeth in annoyance and removed your underwear yourself, since he wasn't going to do it. He smiled and laughed before going back in between your thighs.
He placed his lips around your clit, and sucked, causing you to buck into his face. He continued to suck and your legs were shaking while your body began to arch from the bed.
"Oh fuck, Yuta, that feels so good," you whispered. He placed a finger inside your pussy and you could hear how wet you were.
"Fuck," you heard Yuta say. He began fucking you with his large finger and continued to suck on your clit. His soft tongue glided against your core of nerves and you could feel your climax approaching fast.
"Yuta, fuck, I'm going to come," you squeaked. He sucked on your clit harder, his teeth gently touching, and you squeezed your eyes shut. Your body convulsed and your legs shook uncontrollably as you gripped Yuta's hair. He continued to play with your clit and you tried to pull away, but Yuta had a grip on your thighs to keep you near him.
"Fuck, that was so hot," he told you.
Yuta pulled away and sat up and waited for you to come to. You slowly sat up and looked at him. His hair was a mess and his lips glistened with your come. He looked sexually delicious and you got up on your knees as well and smashed your lips on his, tasting yourself from his mouth.
Yuta quickly removed his shirt and you began to unbuckle his belt. He removed his shoes and pants and he was there half naked. You could see his erection tenting his boxers and your little friend downstairs started acting up again.
Yuta got off the bed and gestured for you to do the same. "Get on your knees," he said.
You did as he said and he grabbed his belt from the bed. "Give me your wrists."
You gave him your wrists and he used the belt to tie them together. "I want you to suck my cock."
He dropped his boxers to his ankles and his cock flopped out so quick it almost hit you in the face. He looked down and stared at you, waiting for you to start off the blowjob.
You got closer and reached for him. He smacked your hands and you dropped them. "No hands," he said.
You got up higher on your knees and wrapped your lips around the head of his cock. You let your arms dangle below you and tried your best to suck him off.
“Fuck yes, you’re such a good girl,” Yuta groaned as he pulled all of your hair into his fist. You continued to bob on his cock, trying to go as deep as you can. Yuta saw you struggling and grabbed your face and began bucking into your mouth. His aggressive thrusts had you gagging and your eyes watering, so Yuta slowed down and then pulled his cock out of your mouth. He bent over and pressed his lips against yours, using his tongue to taste himself inside your mouth. He pulled away and stared at you.
“Such a beautiful girl, with her makeup running down her eyes,” he said caressing your bottom lip with his thumb.
“Get up,” he said. He helped you get up and he climbed onto the bed. “Ride me.”
Nervously, you awkwardly climbed onto the bed and brought one leg on one side of him and straddled him. Placing your tied up hands on his chest, he helped guide his hard cock towards the entrance of your pussy.
“Tease the head,” he commanded. You began swaying your hips back and forth and allowed the tip of his cock to get wet with the entrance of your pussy.
“Fuck, I know you’re going to feel good,” Yuta said under his breath. He stopped your hip movements with one hand and with the other, he lowered you down onto his cock. The fullness that began to fill you up made you clench around him.
“If you do that again, I might just come inside you,” he said. Your eyes rolled back once he was balls deep inside. You hadn’t had any sexual attention in a few years and this was definitely better than your toys.
“Fuck my cock,” Yuta said. You began bouncing your ass up and down his cock as your chest pressed against his. You made eye contact with him and held it there. Yuta began biting his lip and his eyes rolled back until his eyes shut.
“Fuck, your cock is so good Yuta,” you told him. He opened his eyes and grabbed onto your neck and began to roughly pound up into you. The slight oxygen loss and pleasure filling your body quickly built up your climax and before you knew it, you were shaking and clenching on Yuta’s cock. Cursing under his breath, he thrust harder into you, wanting to feel you clench all the way through. Without a warning and disconnecting, Yuta flipped you over so you were underneath him. His large hand continued to stay wrapped around your throat. He undid the belt that tied your wrists together and freed your hands. Your legs wanted to close on their own but with Yuta in between them, they couldn’t.
“Oh no, I’m not done with you yet. You’re going to come on my cock one more time,” he said. He wasn’t going soft and was aggressively pounding into you. Every thrust knocked air out of you and every time you tried to open your eyes, they ended up rolling back into your head. Your gripped onto his forearm, subtly wanting him to choke you harder.
“Choke me harder please,” you asked him. He smiled down at you and did just as you asked.
“I’m going to come again, oh my god,” you whispered to him. He quickly reached down in between both of your bodies and began rubbing your clit as his cock pounded your pussy and his hand cut some of your oxygen off. You instantly stopped breathing and your gripped onto the closest thing nearby. You arched your back and your legs began to shake immensely. The pleasure that was once little, grew stronger and spread throughout your whole body. Your eyes stood close and your climax hit you hard. Your body convulsed and your pussy clenched hard around Yuta’s cock. You were so immersed with your own climax that you didn’t even know that Yuta’s came as well.
“Fuck,” Yuta sputtered. The two of you came down from your highs and you finally opened your eyes. You looked up at Yuta who was staring at you with a small smile on his face. You smiled up at him and brought his lips down for a kiss. He pulled away and quickly got off of you and let you lay there to catch your breath. As he got off the bed, you noticed several scratches leading from his shoulders to his back.
“Oh my god, Yuta, did I do that to you?” He turned around and you pointed at his back. He turned and looked at his back in the mirror and his eyes widened. He checked out the long scratch marks on his back and then smiled widely.
“I love getting souvenirs,” he said to you. You blushed as he smiled at you and you couldn’t help but giggle.
He walked away into the bathroom and a few moments later, walk out with a rag. He gently helped clean you up, making sure to be considerate of your sensitive area. Once finished, he and you went underneath his covers. You turned to him and cuddled into his chest.
“Are you happy now?” He asked you. You nodded and looked up at him with a smile.
“Don’t ignore me anymore, please?” You pleaded. He kissed you on the head, his lips lingering for a few seconds.
“Okay. I promise, but when I have to be serious about my job, you have to let me. Okay?” You nodded in response and he gave you one more forehead kiss.
After laying down in his bed for a while, he took a deep breath that caused you to look at him. He looked down at you and smiled.
Summary: For years you've been seeing the same man at the same diner every week and you wish you had the courage to talk to him
Pairings: Eunwoo x reader
Genre: FLUFF
Warnings: Eunwoo being CUTE
Word Count: 1.6k
It's Sunday morning. You woke up feeling energetic from your undisturbed sleep and quickly got yourself out of bed. The walk to your bathroom was almost like a glide and you quickly showered and got dressed. The weather was sunny with a slight breeze. You inhaled deeply, breathing in the fresh air.
You made your way down the street. It was a normal weekly walk you took down to the diner that was nearby. The bell rang, letting the workers know a customer walked in.
"Sit where ever you want, sweetheart," Lucy, the waitress said. You knew her personally, as well as all the other employees. You've been coming to the diner since you moved in to town, which has been around 6 or 7 years.
You sat at the same booth you always sat at. It was in the back corner, right next to the window. It was the perfect seat in the whole diner. You were a curious person and you enjoyed watching the different people walking in and out.
Just like always, at the same time on every Sunday for the past 4 years, he came walking in.
He was beautiful. Almost too perfect. His eyes were round and brown and disappeared when he smiled too wide. His cheeks would fluff up and you had to resist the urge to squeeze them when they did. His white smile was the cherry on top. He was taller than most people, and by most people, you mean you. He was very slender and he walked with confidence. As you watched him from the entrance, he took the same seat as always, on the same booth, a few tables away. It was odd to see such a beautiful man sit all alone.
You stared at him, noticing that he had new shoes on. They were white just like his smile, and you tried to see what brand they were out of curiosity.
"You might break your neck with how hard you're staring," Lucy said. She had appeared at your table and you didn't even notice. She gave you a cup of water and turned to the man that you always observed.
You turned to Lucy and glared at her. "I stare at everyone. He's no different."
"Mmhmm," Lucy said. "So what do you want to eat?"
"I'll take the breakfast combo," you said, quickly closing your menu to stare back at the man who's name you wish you knew. It always killed you to be curious about a person and not be able to put a name to the face.
"Why don't you go talk to him?" Lucy asked, taking the menu from your hand and walking away.
You considered it, but you thought you'd look like a fool.
Yeah I've been watching you for four years and I was just really curious about you because I stare at you a lot and...
Yeah, there was no way you'd be able to approach him and not be weird about it. You'd been watching this man, every Sunday morning, for as long as you can remember. The only disappointing problem was that he probably never noticed you once.
It's not like you were a very noticeable person anyway, so you didn't blame him.
"Here you go, sweetie," Lucy said a few tables away. She served the man his food and with a smile as bright and huge as ever, he thanked Lucy.
He ordered the cheeseburger and fries plate. It looked like a lot of food for a man of his size. You doubted he could eat it all.
He eyed his food and you eyed him. Trying to keep yourself inconspicuous, you leaned farther back into the booth, giving yourself a better angle to look but not be so obvious.
You saw him gulp in hunger and you smiled. It was always so endearing to see humans hungry and then being given food to eat. It's one of the many reasons why you donate food and feed the homeless.
He reached for his burger and took a bite, juices automatically spilled down his hands. The burger actually looked good and for a second you regretted getting the same breakfast that you've been getting for years now.
Lucy approached your table and handed you your food. "Would you like any ketchup?"
You nodded. You looked back at the man as Lucy walked away to find him staring at you. Your first reaction was to look away, as his first reaction was to quickly look away as well.
He finally noticed you and it made your heart race. Internally and secretly, you'd been wishing he'd eventually notice you but now that he has, you kind of wish he hadn't so you could continue to look at him without feeling uneasy.
With the ketchup now on your table, you squirted your eggs with it. Yeah, it might be weird to some people but you loved your eggs with ketchup. You began to eat and every so often would look at the man. You were halfway done with your plate when he had finished his burger. You were about to eat your breakfast sausage when someone approached your table.
"Can I use your ketchup?"
You looked up at the angelic voice and it was him. You'd never really heard his voice clearly until now and finally, you had a voice to match the face, and it really suit him.
With no vocal response, you nodded, and handed him the ketchup with a small smile. You smiled back and he grabbed the ketchup, his fingers touching yours for a mere few seconds before contact was broken.
"Thank you. I'll make sure to give it back," he said before walking back to his table.
You eyed him as he made his way back to his table. With a small sigh and little smirk appearing on his face, he began to squirt a little bit of ketchup beside his fries. You continued to stare at him, his simple actions feeding your curiosity.
You saw him lean in closer to his plate, his eyebrows drawn in together and his hand steady with the ketchup bottle still in his hands. A frown took over the smirk on his face and concentration lines covered his forehead. You slightly leaned over to see what he was doing.
He was drawing smiley faces with the ketchup.
You leaned back into your seat and huffed out a giggle. That was the most adorable thing you've witnessed in such a long time. You smiled to yourself thinking how cute he naturally was. You giggled again, but this time it accidentally came out louder than you intended it to be. With semi wide eyes, you looked over at him and he was already staring at you with a confused expression covering his face.
You decided to speak. "Sorry, I saw you drawing with your ketchup."
He looked down at his plate and then back to you and then laughed. "Yeah, I know it's weird but I like to do it whenever I eat fries."
"It's cute," you blurted out. His face went blank and his eyes went wide at your confession.
"The smiley faces," you quickly recovered. "The smiley faces are cute." You coughed in embarrassment, almost sure that you were now as red as the ketchup bottle.
"I'm Eunwoo by the way," he said sliding all the way down the booth next to you. He took his hand out towards you.
You smiled. "I'm Y/N," you shook his hand. His skin was soft and for a second, you didn't want to let go.
"It's nice to meet you. Do you come to the diner often?"
You nodded. "Yeah. I've actually been coming every Sunday to sit at this same booth for about 6 years."
Eunwoo raised his eyes brows in surprise. "Oh, I come every Sunday too! Not for 6 years but I've been coming every Sunday morning sitting over there for quite some time now. I wonder why I've never saw you."
You looked down at your fingers and began to twiddle them. "I've seen you every Sunday."
"Oh. I'm sorry for not noticing you sooner. I would've come talk to you if I had," he said, placing his hand on yours. You looked up, the gesture from this man feeling warm.
You smiled and shook your head. "It's fine. At least we're talking now."
Eunwoo smiled and laughed, his beautiful brown eyes disappearing before you. "Yeah you're right. Do you mind if I finish the rest of my breakfast with you?"
You shook your head and offered him the seat across from you. With a smile never leaving his face, he grabbed his food from his table and walked back, taking the seat across from you. The two of you continued to eat and talk, learning more about each other with each passing second.
So far, you learned that Eunwoo wasn't his birth name. He's actually 23 years old, born in South Korea. He moved to the U.S. temporarily to help him with his English and apparently he's a famous singer in his country. He grew more fascinating the more you learned about him.
"I see you two are getting along," Lucy approached the table. She took the two empty plates and smiled at the both of you.
Lucy gently nudged Eunwoo on the arm. "See, didn't I say you would find a friend soon?"
Eunwoo smiled at Lucy and then looked at you. He nodded. "Yes, I should've believed you when you told me."
"I've been living here for a few years now and I told Lucy that I didn't think I'd ever find a friend other than her. She promised me I'd find someone. And I did," Eunwoo confessed.
You fondly smiled at him. "I'd be more than happy to be friends with you."
I’m still fairly new to writing and although I would love to write out requests, I don’t think I’d be able to do any requests their justice :( I will gladly take requests in the future though! When I feel like my writing is well enough to creatively do requests, I’ll take requests and will let everyone know :)
Summary: Lay becomes your partner on a vacation organized by your best friend.
Pairings: Lay x reader
Genre: SMUT
Warnings: slight choking, being pinned down, no condom, creampie, some aftercare
Word Count: 8.7k
Renting a cabin during the winter is something you did every year with friends. You and your friends would gather together and pair up with each other. Whoever was your partner, you had to do winter activities with them. This year, was exactly the same as the rest of the years.
"So a few guys are coming and I am inviting just enough guys so each of us has a partner. Is that okay with you?" Sooah asked over the phone.
"Yeah, that's fine. We never have guys over anyway. It might be more fun with us plus a few guys," you said, liking the idea.
The day came quicker than you thought and before you knew it, you were packing a luggage bag with your clothes for a week stay away from home. You drove to Sooah's house, the plan being eight people will take four cars, considering everyone was supposed to have a partner.
"Yay! You made it!" Sooah opened her front door for you. "Okay, so when everyone gets here, I will pair everyone up and then we will leave after that, okay?"
You nodded and smiled, matching her large grin on her face. The two of you enjoyed each other's company, patiently waiting for everyone to come.
"Okay," Sooah said sitting on her couch. "So I have a few things to say about these guys."
You rolled your eyes and laughed. Sooah was practically guy crazy so you had a feeling you knew what she was going to say.
"The four guys coming are super cute and apparently they're all childhood friends. They're not my friends, but they're Mirae's friends. She showed me pictures of them and I instantly said yes to inviting them. Maybe we can find a cute one for you," Sooah winked and elbowed you.
"Sooah, you know I have a boyfriend already. There will be nothing more than a friendship between me and whoever my partner is. Okay?"
Sooah rolled her eyes and slouched. "No one even likes Woosung. He's a jerk to everyone, even you. I don't know why you're with him."
"I'm with him because he's different behind closed doors."
Sooah stared at you with one brow raised. "How long did you have to beg him to let you come?"
You didn't answer her. She knew he wouldn't instantly let you. He'd probably have your head if he knew guys were coming. But since the trip has always been girls, he has no idea guys were included in the trip.
"It's ridiculous that you need his permission to go somewhere. You're twenty-four years old! He acts like he's your parent and you're a child."
Sooah was right. She was always right. Even though she never had a boyfriend, she wasn't stupid. She always had the best advice but you never listened to her. You couldn't break up with Woosung, though. You had been with him for such a long time. It wouldn't feel right if you two broke up.
Finally, the door bell rang and Sooah jumped up with energy from the couch. "It's about time!"
First, your two friends showed up. Mirae and Yoorim. Everyone was excited and you hugged both girls. It's been a while since you last saw them considering how jealous Woosung got every time you hung out with them. Just a few minutes later and the guys all showed up together. Everyone was in Sooah's house and she began introductions.
"Okay so let's do some intros! I'm Sooah!" She said with a large smile.
"Everyone knows I'm Mirae."
"I'm Yoorim," she said with a shy smile.
It was your turn and everyone was looking at you. "I'm Y/n," you said with an awkward wave.
All the girls, including yourself, looked to the men standing side by side. For the first time, you were able to get a good look at all four of them. The tallest one looked quite intimidating. He had light brown hair and was staring at Yoorim pretty hungrily. The shortest one was handsome and he stood like if he knew it. It was kind of attractive and you were curious about who would be his partner. The third guy had silver hair. He stood out the most to you. You had never seen a guy with silver hair and this guy wore it well. The last guy was beyond handsome. He smiled slightly and a dimple formed on one of his cheeks. You instantly fell in love, but you made sure not to stare too long.
"Okay well I'm Sehun," the tallest one said.
"I'm Suho," the short one said.
"I'm Baekhyun," the silver haired guy spoke with a large smile.
"And I'm Yixing, but you can call me Lay," the last one said with a shy smile. You found him adorable and couldn't help but stare at him.
"Okay so I have everyone's names written down on pieces of paper," Sooah began. "I'll randomly give the guys a girls name and whoever they have will be their partner."
Sooah passed pieces of paper to all four men. There was some little excitement as to who would be your partner. You actually didn't mind who it was considering they all seemed very friendly.
The four men all opened their pieces of paper Sehun instantly stared at Yoorim and smiled. "You're my partner," he said and walked over to her.
"I have," Suho said, opening his paper. "Mirae."
Mirae laughed. "I had a feeling you'd get me."
"I got Sooah," Baekhyun said with a little smile. Sooah walked over to him and stood beside him. The three couples looked at who was left, which was you and Lay.
"I guess we're partners?" You said with a smile.
"I guess so," Lay said with a grin. "Should I check the paper just in case?"
You laughed. "I think we're good. But now we have to find out who's car we are taking."
Everyone decided to speak to their partners and you turned to Lay. "Do you have a nice and big car? We need enough room to fit our blankets and luggage."
"Well, I wouldn't say my car is big. But it is large enough. Do you have a car?" Lay raised his brows in question and his eyes widened a bit.
You nodded in response. "I do. It's the old punch buggy out there. There's no way my car would make it up the mountains. So thank goodness for your car."
Lay looked a little confused. "What's a punch buggy?"
You stared at him in shock, wanting to believe that everyone knew the rules of the Volkswagen Beetle. "It's a game that people usually play. If you see a Beetle car, you punch someone and say 'punch buggy'. It's a stupid game people play but it sometimes kills time."
"Do you play that?" He asked with curiosity in his voice.
"Not often. Only when I'm bored. Don't worry though. I promise I won't punch you," you laughed. Lay smiled at you and nodded.
Once everyone decided whose car to take and all the luggage was put into the cars, it was time to take off. It was about an hour ride from Sooah's house to the cabin that everyone was staying in. At first, things were quite hectic with choosing who to follow on the road up to the cabin, but once things calmed down, an awkward silence began to grow in the car between you and Lay.
"Should we get to know each other while we wait for this car ride to be over?" Lay suggested. One of his hands was on the steering wheel and his other was gently caressing his center console. It was an attractive site to witness. It was completely non-sexual but you always loved seeing an attractive man drive.
"Is that a yes?" Lay asked, laughing. His question took you out of your daze and you felt a little embarrassed.
"Uh yeah. You go first."
"Okay," he began. "Do you have a boyfriend?"
You laughed. "Woah, getting to the juicy details already, huh?"
This made Lay laughed out loud and his head tilted back slightly. "I'm sorry if I'm so straightforward."
You shooed him off with your hand. "It's fine. Yes, I do have a boyfriend."
Lay raised his eyebrows. "Nice. What's his name and how old is he?"
"His name is Woosung and he's twenty-seven. He's a singer, have you ever heard of him?"
Lay was quiet. You looked to him and he was gripping his wheel aggressively. "Is everything okay?"
Lay looked to you and took a deep breath. "Was this Woosung in a band called The Rose?"
You looked away and nodded, wondering how he knew that detail. It's been four years since Woosung was last in The Rose.
"He was. Why what happened? How do you know him?" You're curiosity got the best of you. You knew the news that was about to leave Lay's mouth was not good but it was killing you to know.
"About five years ago I had this friend. She was beautiful and kind and everything you could possibly love about a woman. The three of us used to be super close friends. I had a growing crush on her and I told Woosung about this. The next day, I caught them in bed together. I was furious because Woosung knew about my crush. He practically broke guy code."
Lay's words hit you like a truck. "But, I've been with Woosung for six years. Does this mean he cheated on me?"
The car grew quiet and the last six years of being with Woosung ran through your mind. How could you be so oblivious? All his friends probably knew about this and you continued to be at his side like a moron. Your heart began to shatter and you felt sick to your stomach. The Woosung that you thought loved you, cheated on you and never told you.
You could see Lay staring at you from your peripheral. He reached for your hand to comfort you, but you instantly retracted your hand. "I'm so sorry, Y/n. I had no idea."
You shook your head in response. Your throat was tight with tears that wanted to spill and you knew that if you spoke, you'd break down. Your eyes watered to the brim, heart completely broken, but you never allowed a tear to fall down your cheeks.
The rest of the ride to the cabin was silent. You couldn't think of anything else but the fact that the man you thought loved you had cheated on you one year into your relationship. You always knew Woosung was a player but you always thought he'd be loyal to you.
The cabin slowly came into sight. You felt suffocated in the car and you just wanted to get out and be alone for a while. Once everyone got to the cabin and parked their cars, everyone stepped out and admired the cabin and its beauty. It was different than what Sooah usually rented. Normally, it was just the four of you girls but since the guys were there too, she had to rent a larger cabin. It looked much better than the other cabins on the site.
You managed to keep Woosung out of your head for a bit. It came back into your mind when you saw the way that Sehun was staring at Yoorim. It was years ago when you and Woosung were still friends. He would stare at you like if you were the most beautiful girl to him. It used to make your heart flutter and your stomach filled with butterflies, but now, the thought of him made you sick to your stomach. Leaving the group, you walked to the back of the house, admiring the mountains and how the mountains cradled the city. It was nice. Evening was approaching and the city's lights began to glow. You took in a deep breath of fresh air, not knowing how you were going to approach Woosung with this newfound information.
"Hey, are you okay?"
You turned around and saw Sooah with a concerned look on her face. She instantly saw your expression and knew something was up.
"Y/n, what happened? Did Lay do something to you?"
You shook your head and looked down to your feet. Your eyes began to water again, no matter how hard you tried to hold it in. You looked up at Sooah, confident that you actually did look okay, and she instantly hugged you. You couldn't hold it in anymore and her hug just brought out more tears. Before you knew it, you were bawling your eyes out and leaving tear stains on her sweater.
You began to hiccup from all the crying, feeling like you couldn't breathe properly. "Woosung cheated on me."
Sooah gasped and pulled away from the hug to look at you. "How do you know? What happened?"
"I was talking with Lay in the car and they used to be friends a few years ago. He told me that Woosung had sex with a mutual friend of theirs."
Sooah reached for your hands and held them in her own. "Maybe it was before you two were together."
Even though Sooah hated Woosung, she wanted to believe that he didn't cheat on you. You shook your head. "No. Lay told me this happened five years ago. Woosung and I have been together for six."
Sooah opened her mouth in disbelief. "What are you going to do?"
You wiped a tear with your sleeve. "I guess break up with him. I have zero tolerance for cheating."
"I'll help you drop him if you need help, okay?"
You nodded and smiled through your pain and Sooah returned the smile. She hugged you once more, squeezing just a little for emphasis, and then letting go. The two of you walked together inside of the cabin where everyone was. Everyone had brought in their luggage and you suddenly remembered you never brought yours in. You searched for Lay and found him in the room you two were going to share.
"Hey, can I borrow your keys to get my bags and blankets? I forgot to get them in the car."
Lay gave you a soft smile and pointed to the bed behind you. All your luggage and blankets were already brought inside.
"I thought I'd help you bring them in. I know you're in a rough spot right now and I didn't want to make thing harder."
Your heart almost melted at how sweet he was being. "Thank you so much Lay. I really appreciate it."
Lay nodded and walked out of the room. You searched through your bags for your cell phone and took it out. You saw you had several unread messages from Woosung and a few missed calls from him. You rolled your eyes and could feel the love you once had for him slowly fade away. You hit the redial button and waited for him to answer.
"Hey, baby! Why didn't you answer my calls? Are you cheating on me?" He asked and then laughed. The question made you feel so bitter towards him and you wanted to lash out. But you knew if you weren't calm about this situation, he'd try to turn this on you.
"That's funny you ask," you say. "I should be asking you that, don't you think?"
The other line was quiet for a bit until he answered. "Baby, what are you talking about?"
You scoffed and rolled your eyes. He was acting completely oblivious. "I'm going to ask you this once and I expect you to tell me the truth. Okay?"
Woosung was quiet and you could hear his breathing increase. "Okay? I don't know what you're talking about. You know I don't lie to you."
"Have you ever cheated on me while we were dating?"
He didn't answer. Several seconds passed and you waited. "Your silence is all I really need."
"Wait! No, I never cheated on you!"
This time, you laughed because you gave him one chance to be truthful and he lied. "So you never cheated on me? A year into our relationship, and you never cheated on me with a girl that you wanted to sleep with because your friend liked her?"
Woosung gasped. "Are you with Yixing?! How do you know him? I dropped him after that situation and stopped being friends with him."
You internally laughed at how idiotic this man was. He just confessed about cheating and you bet he didn't even notice.
"Well," you began to say with venom in your words. "I didn't tell you but Sooah invited guys for our girl trip and guess who happened to be my partner? Lay! And guess what else? We're sleeping in the same room and sleeping on the same bed."
That last part was definitely not true but you couldn't stand there and tell him the truth. You wanted to hurt him and make him feel just as bad as you did. "And want to know something else? We're going to fuck. He's a big guy and I know he can fuck me so good. Nothing compared to what you give me with your micro. I'm going to let Lay fuck me until I forget your name."
You could imagine how red and angry Woosung was getting, but you didn't care. You felt satisfaction through your words and it was making you feel so much better. "Also, I want you out of my house by the time I'm back from my trip. And if you wreck anything in my house, I'll take you to court just like your parents did."
Woosung's parents kicked him out of their house for being drunk all the time and when he was leaving, he took a bat to all of their expensive things. They took him to court and he's still trying to pay back the several thousands of dollars of property that he damaged.
You waited a few seconds to allow him to say something, whether it was a lie or not. Finally, he did. "I did cheat on you. Her name was Nari and she was a good fuck. I definitely don't regret fucking her and I definitely don't regret losing my friendship with Zhang Yixing over it. He's a prick anyway and I hope you have fun with him."
And then the line went dead. You didn't think your heart could hurt any more than it did. But you were wrong. His last few words will remain in your memory. You were livid. You were seeing red and quickly opened up your messaging app.
Fuck you, Woosung. She probably couldn't even enjoy her fuck because your micro didn't even reach her g-spot. But keep thinking you got it. It makes you look like a completely dumbass. In case you didn't already know, this is me breaking up with you. And while you pack your shit and leave my house, picture Lay fucking my brains out while I drown out the terrible memory of you.
You exited out of the messaging app and immediately blocked his number. You went straight to your gallery and deleted every picture that left you a memory of him. It was almost most of your gallery but you didn't care. You set a reminder on your phone to set all of his gifts on fire when you get back home. You threw your phone on the bed and sat in silence for a while. You heart was racing with adrenaline and you were still sick to your stomach. Just the fact of knowing that he cheated on you and never told you was really gnawing at your brain.
There was a knock on the door that caught your attention. It was Lay.
"Can I come in?"
You smiled at Lay and nodded. You saw him walk in and his cheeks were a light shade of red. "Are you okay?"
He looked at you with wide eyes like if you caught him off guard. He nodded. "Yeah, I'm okay. Why?"
"You look feverish. Are you getting sick?"
Lay shook his head and laughed. "No, but this turtleneck is making me a little hot. Do you mind if I change?"
You nodded in understanding. "Yeah, I’ll let you change."
You got up from the bed and left the room, closing the door behind you. You walked down the hallway and into the living room where everyone else was sitting. There was a debate going on about where everyone should go for an evening stroll since apparently it was on the list of things for partners to do. You sat down next to Sooah who looked at you and smiled softly. You reached for her hand and gently squeezed it, sending back a smile to her.
"Did you talk to him?" She whispered.
You nodded. "I broke up with him and told him to leave my house."
She raised her eyebrows and widened her eyes. "Wow. Did he admit it?"
You frowned and looked down. You nodded. She placed her free hand on top of your hand that was squeezing hers, and caressed it for comfort.
"It's okay. We will do something that will get your mind off things. Okay?"
You nodded and looked up. Everyone was still deciding on where to go.
"Why don't we just talk a walk around the city?" You suggested.
"I don't like walking," Suho pouted.
"I do!" Mirae shouted in excitement. "That's a good idea! Let's go!"
"But what if the rest of us don't like the idea?" Baekhyun butted in.
"Okay how about this. If Lay says so, then we will go. He missed this whole debate anyway," Sooah said.
Everyone nodded and agreed and finally Lay made his way back to everyone. He was wearing the same turtleneck he had on earlier and took a seat next to you.
"Hey I thought you were changing?" You asked him.
He shook his head. "No, I was able to cool myself down so I kept the shirt on. But what is everyone talking about here?"
"Okay we need an answer from you. Sooah swears we need to do partner activities and she wants us to do something this evening," Sehun said. "So we thought it'd be a good idea to get your voice on things."
Lay laughed. "Why me? What if I choose wrong?"
Everyone laughed at his answer. "I'm sure you won't choose wrong," you told him.
"Okay, should we take a walk around the city or stay inside the nice and warm cabin?" Baekhyun asked.
Lay smiled and looked at me. "What did you choose?"
You pointed to yourself in question. "Me? I said we should walk around the city."
Lay nodded. "I choose the walk around the city."
The other three men groaned and rolled their eyes.
"Why? What's the big deal?" Mirae asked.
"We thought this was a vacation," Suho said.
"You guys are so dramatic," Yoorim laughed.
Everyone got ready and made sure to wear warm clothes before everyone got inside the cars and made it to the city. You had never toured the city that you vacationed in and you were excited to see new things. Lay shut the car off after he found parking on the street.
"Okay partner, are we ready?" He asked.
You smiled at him and nodded. The two of you hopped out of the car and immediately you looked up at the large clock tower that he parked in front of.
"Wow, this thing is huge!" You craned your neck to look up. You admired the building before you looked at Lay who you caught staring at you.
"Why are you staring at me?" You laughed.
Lay smiled, his deep dimple forming. "You just look so amazed."
"Well yeah! Look at this building!"
He finally gave in and looked at it. Beautiful Christmas lights covered the building and you could see the lights shining from his eyes. It definitely made him look more attractive and you had to control yourself and look away.
"Alright, so I looked up what's around here and just down the street, they have an outlet filled with stores that don't close until like 1AM for the tourists that come here," Sooah said.
She began walking with Baekhyun, their arms intertwined with each other's. It was cute to see. She hadn't had a crush since freshman year in high school. It was nice to see her comfortable around a guy.
Everyone began to follow her and you and Lay were the last ones to follow. He offered his arm to you and you smiled and took it.
"So, about earlier," he began.
You brought your hand up to cut him off. "It's fine. Really. I think I should actually thank you for even telling me. Otherwise I would've stood with a man that cheated on me and I would've looked stupid not knowing."
"And you kicked him out of your house?" He asked.
You slowed down and looked up at him. "How did you know he lived with me?"
"Oh," he began. "I think I heard you tell Sooah you were kicking him out. When we were on the couch."
You hummed in confusion. "That's weird. I don't remember you being there when I was talking to her about it.”
Lay nodded. "Yeah, I was there. I was actually behind the couch standing when I heard but then I went back to the room because I didn't want to eavesdrop any more than I already had."
"Why didn't anyone notice you standing there then?" You asked, kind of suspicious of his actions.
"Because everyone was too busy discussing about where to go that no one noticed I was in the living room."
You nodded, adding everything up. You guessed that it did make a little sense. You didn't want to read too much into something that was so little.
You all finally reached the outlets and you saw it was filled with name brand stores from brands like Nike to brands like Coach.
"Oh my goodness! I have to buy things from here. Baekhyun, do you care?" Sooah asked him. He looked down at her and smiled.
"You're the best partner ever!" Sooah squeaked and dragged Baekhyun with her to the Louis Vuitton store.
"So what are we supposed to do? I don't supposed you all like shopping as well?" Mirae asked everyone, but everyone shook their heads.
"Well I guess we can just split up and do our own things. Find whatever we can to keep ourselves busy," Suho suggested.
"I'm a junk food person so me and my partner are going to find a candy place to eat," Mirae said and left with Suho. Yoorim and Sehun shrugged and looked confused, but walked away together anyway.
"What do we do?" You looked up at Lay.
"Hmm," he said, bringing his lips together. "Well it's really cold out here and we haven't had dinner yet. Want to get something to eat together?"
You nodded your head, stomach instantly growling. "But what are we going to eat? I haven't seen any restaurants in this place."
"Do you like Thai? I saw a Thai restaurant when we walked into this place."
"Yes! I love Thai food!"
Lay laughed and grabbed your hand and the two of you walked hand in hand to the restaurant at the entrance of the outlets. The two of you approached the food courts to find that every restaurant was already closed for the day. You looked around and pouted.
“What do we do now?” You asked, looking up at Lay.
He bit his lip in thought and hummed. “How about we go to the store, buy a few things, and then head back to the cabin and we could cook some dinner for the two of us?”
You smiled brightly at his idea. You weren’t that much of great cook but you liked the idea of being able to cook with someone else who’s company you actually enjoyed. You nodded, your smile never leaving your face.
You and Lay left the outlets and walked back to the car, your hand never leaving his until he opened the passenger door for you. You used your GPS on your phone to find a store and Lay made his way there. You always hated grocery shopping but for some reason, the tedious action didn’t seem so bad knowing you were doing it with Lay.
“So what should we eat? Do you like meat? Noodles? Kimchi?” He asked looking around the store.
You nodded and licked your lips. “I like all of those.”
Lay smiled. “So do I. Let’s get them all.”
You and Lay found all the ingredients together and although you had just had a breakup a few hours before, you felt happy. It was just odd how you felt that a simple action like grocery shopping was making you feel better.
The both of you took the groceries back to the cabin, humming in pleasure when the heat hit your bodies. You removed your sweater and helped Lay out of his as he held all of the groceries. You took a few from his hands and placed them on the counter in the kitchen.
“Okay, just a heads up. I’m not a great chef but I don’t exactly suck. I’m willing to help with anything,” you told Lay as you washed your hands. He approached you from behind and went up against you, wrapping his arms around you to wash his hands as well. Your face and ears grew hot at his action and you didn’t know how to react.
“It’s okay. I’ll teach you how to cook,” he said simply. He finished washing his hands and moved away from you. You took a deep breath, gathering your thoughts before turning around to him. He looked completely clueless to what he just did. It’s like his action was completely normal to him.
“Here, take these noodles and boil them. Once they reach a good boil, pour the seasoning in them and let it boil for an extra five minutes. I’ll get the meat ready.”
You nodded and grabbed the noodles from his hand. You got the pot ready and poured enough water inside and started the stove. Lay on the other hand took out a frying pan and began cooking, looking like a chef with every swift move in the kitchen.
“Do you always cook? How are you so good at cooking?” You asked.
“Growing up, it was always me, my mom and my grandma. My grandma was really old so the only person cooking for us was my mom. Sometimes my mom had to work very late at night and I had to learn how to cook for myself and my grandma, so I made sure to watch my mom’s cooking very closely so I can make us all dinner and give my mom a break.”
You nodded your head. “That’s really good that you took the initiative to help out your mom. Not many guys do that.”
Lay laughed and you looked at him confused. “What’s so funny?”
“I’m not like most guys,” he said.
It was your turn to laugh but it came out a bit louder than his. “Okay, sure. That’s what every guy says.”
He went serious, his smile leaving his face. “I’m being serious. I don’t really see myself like other guys.”
You crossed your arms and stared at him. You tried to study him to see what made him so different. “What makes you think you’re so different?”
“Well for one, didn’t you just say not many guys would take initiative to help out their mom? I’d like to think I’m more caring than most men. I listen and pay attention to small details. I bet you didn’t even know this but this whole time we’ve been partners, I noticed that your eyes smile when your lips do. Or like how you bite your lip when you’re nervous. I haven’t even known you very long and I’ve noticed these things about you.”
You rolled your eyes and placed the noodles inside the boiling water. “Okay but anyone can say that if they’ve been with me longer than two hours.”
Lay continued to cook the meat and he laughed. As he began sautéing the meat, he looked at you and smiled.
“What? Why do you keep smiling and laughing during the most random times?”
He grinned and laughed again. “Because you don’t believe that I’m different.”
It went quiet between the both of you, you not knowing what to say. There was no point in discussing something that was so open ended.
You finished the noodles and Lay finished the meat. He reached inside the store bag and took out a jar of pre-made kimchi that he bought at the store. You set the table and he brought the food over. The two of you sat down and you closed your eyes and enjoyed the smell of the food. Your stomach growled loud and that made Lay chuckle.
“Okay, let’s eat!”
Lay allowed you to get your pieces of meat first and noodles and then he served himself. As you two began to eat, he spoke up.
“Tell me something, yeah? How am I not different than other guys?”
You laughed with noodles hanging out of your mouth. “You’re still on that?”
Lay shrugged and ate a piece of meat. “What? I want to know. I couldn’t convince you that I’m different so I’m kind of interested in hearing from you about how I’m not.”
You finished chewing your food and had the best idea. “Okay, if you’re not like most men,” you said with a sly smile and crossed arms, “then what would you say if I asked you to fuck me?”
Lay’s eyes widened and he nearly choked on his meat. His face turned a deep red and he reached for his water and took several large gulps. You laughed and tossed your head back, knowing exactly the reaction you’d get from him. He stared at you and you continued to smile at him.
“Is that a serious question?” He asked.
You nodded. “Yeah. Your answer to my question will convince me on whether or not I think you’re like most men.”
He nodded and took another drink from his water. “Okay, well, um, we don’t know each other well. So I’d say it would be best if we came to know each other first and then decide from there what we both would want to do.”
You continued to laugh, not entirely convinced by his bullshit answer. You knew he was making this up.
“Uh-huh. Now what if I made a move on you? You’d tell me to stop?”
“I don’t see how this could help-“
“Stop trying to change the topic, Lay,” you said sitting forward in your seat. You were messing with his head and you kind of thought it was funny. It was sort of obvious that he thought you were attractive so there was no harm done. And if he wasn’t attracted to you, well there’s still no harm done.
Voices could be heard outside the cabin and the two of you looked to the front door. Lay looked back at you and you gave him a resigned expression. The door opened and everyone walked inside.
“Wow! You two left us to have dinner! What kind of friends are you?” Mirae said instantly going to the food that was made.
“Everyone had the option to do something in town. Y/n and I decided to go grocery shopping and make dinner together for the both of us. It’s not our fault you all decided to shop and eat candy,” Lay said cleaning up the dishes. You quickly gathered the rest of the dishes and put them into the sink, slowly reaching Lay’s ear with your mouth.
“The conversation will continue later on. Don’t think you’re off the hook, sir.” You pulled back and saw him tense up. You found it funny the reaction he had and continues to have.
Everyone sat down in the living room looking completely exhausted. It was now 12AM and you could actually feel the exhaustion taking over your body as well.
“I think it’s time to sleep,” Sooah said while she closed her eyes on the couch and cuddled into Baekhyun’s arms. He looked down and smiled.
“I think I’ll take my partner and I to bed. Goodnight!” And with that, he carried her bridal style into their room and closed the door.
“Can you carry me like that to our room?” Mirae asked Suho. He laughed and got up.
“Last one to the room gets the bigger bed!” He said and began to run with Mirae running after him.
“I don’t understand how they have the energy to run. I barely have the energy to walk,” Sehun said. “Want to go to bed? I’ll give you the bigger bed if you want.”
Yoorim yawned and nodded and the both of them left to their room, leaving you and Lay alone once again. You quickly turned around to face him but he didn’t want to make eye contact with you as he continued to wash the dirty dishes.
“Are you going to be a while?” You asked him.
Lay shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe another ten minutes.”
You nodded and yawned. “Okay, well I’m going to shower. I’ll come back out and let you know when I’m done.”
You left and walked down the hallway into your room. You opened your bags and got out a towel and your clothes and brought them with you into the bathroom that was connected to the room. You started the water and quickly got into the hot shower. It was relaxing and you could fall asleep standing if it was possible. Once you were finished, you lotioned up and threw on your pajamas which consisted of an oversized t-shirt and pajama pants that once had a matching shirt. You combed out your wet hair and left the bathroom. You put your dirty clothes into a plastic bag and into your luggage and began to make your way towards the kitchen. You noticed all the lights were off and you were confused. You had no idea where Lay was.
Walking back into the hallway towards the room, you heard shuffling behind a nearby door. This door didn’t lead to any of the bedrooms and you didn’t exactly tour the cabin to see what it consisted of. You opened the door and it was completely pitch black and your anxiety went up because you couldn’t see what was inside. Before you could close the door, you were dragged into the room aggressively, but before you could scream, a large hand covered your mouth, your hands instantly reaching for theirs as a reaction.
“Do not make a noise otherwise everyone in this cabin will wake up.”
“Lay?” You whispered once the hand was removed. “What are you doing? What room is this?”
“It’s the laundry room and I actually wanted to scare you to see how you’d react. Considering how you kept messing with me to see how I’d react to your words.”
You were up against the wall and his body was pressed up against yours. Although you couldn’t see, you could feel his body towering over you.
“You smell so good,” Lay said. He bent down near your neck and took a deep breath in, sending shivers down your spine to your legs. He pushed a few wet strands of hair behind your ear before his hand went to the back of your neck.
“Lay, what are you doing?”
“Don’t you want me to fuck you?” He whispered into your ear. You gulped hard and you were sure that even Lay was able to hear it.
“What do you mean? I was just joking.” You said, not exactly knowing what to say.
“Were you, sweetheart? So you didn’t tell your ex-boyfriend that I was going to fuck you hard until you forgot his name?”
You gasped. “How do you know that?”
Lay pressed a gently kiss to your neck and your hands instantly reached to push at his chest, but he didn’t budge.
“One thing you should know about me is that I’m a huge eavesdropper. I don’t mean to be. I just happen to be at the wrong place at the wrong time and I overhear information that I’m never meant to hear. I heard all the things you told your ex-boyfriend. I even read your text message from your phone. Yeah, you forgot to lock your phone when you left the room after breaking up with Woosung.”
“I didn’t mean those things, honestly. I just said it to get him mad.” Your breath became ragged and your heart rate was increasing with every second.
“Mm-hm, so then you don’t wonder what it would be like if I did fuck you? I am much bigger than you and I’m sure I could dominate you and fuck your brains out, just like you wanted me to.”
Lay placed another kiss right underneath your ear and you let out a whispered moan, hoping he didn’t hear.
“What was that? Was that a moan I just heard. Let me hear it again,” he said and he kissed again in the same spot. Your knees were weak and shaking and adrenaline was running throughout your whole body. He gave several kisses on the same spot and then gave a gentle suck, making you moan slightly louder.
“Good girl. Keep moaning for me,” he whispered into your ear. You began to want more and you couldn’t help yourself. You reached up and grabbed his face and smashed his lips onto yours. His lips were soft and you wondered how his lips would feel everywhere else.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” He asked once more. You nodded, forgetting he couldn’t see you in the dark.
“Sweetheart, you’re going to have to answer me out loud.”
“Yes,” you breathed out. “Please fuck me.”
With your verbal permission, Lay wrapped your arms around his neck and he picked you up by your thighs and walked both of you out of the laundry room. He made his way to the bedroom the two of you were sharing and he placed you on your bed.
“You don’t mind if we do this on your bed, right? You have the bigger bed,” he said out of air. You shook your head in response and he dipped his head in between your neck and shoulder and continued to place kisses on your skin. Goosebumps began to rise on ever surface of your body and your heart was beating rapidly. Lay gave you a little bite to your neck, which caused you to jump and moan simultaneously.
“Fuck, you’re so sexy. I want you out of these clothes,” he said while bringing down your pants.
He threw your pants to the floor and lifted up your shirt. He dipped down and placed kisses on your stomach from your underwear line and made his way up slowly. You weren’t wearing a bra and this made him chuckle as he rose your shirt all the way and saw your breasts. He placed gentle kisses around the mound and then slowly made his way to one of your nipples. He sucked on it, making you want to squeeze your legs but because his body was in between your legs, you couldn’t. Heat began to rise in your core and you wanted some relief. You rose your hips up to meet his but he pulled back slightly, your nipple still in his mouth. You threw you head back, the feeling of your nipple being played with his tongue running through your body. He placed your hardened nipple in between his teeth and gently bit down, making you jump and squeak. He smiled and then pulled away with a pop. Lay pulled your shirt off over your head and then removed all of his clothes.
“I want you to suck my cock while I eat your pussy,” he said as he took of his boxers. His member sprang up once his boxers let it loose. It instantly hit his toned abs and you couldn’t help but to stare. He was definitely large and it made you excited that finally you were going to get some good dick.
You quickly took your underwear off and threw them to the floor as he laid down and took your place on the bed. You climbed on top of him and placed your throbbing pussy over his face, the anticipation rising your adrenaline.
“Put that pussy over my face, just like that,” he said in a low voice. He wrapped his arms around your thighs and he put his whole mouth on your pussy. Your hands balled into fists, during he process leaving scratches on his abdomen. Wanting to return the favor, you leaned down and put his long member into your hands. You needed two hands to stroke him. Your hands were small and your fingers couldn’t fully wrap around him. You gave a short lick to his head, making his hips to rise up in demand for more. You slowly put the tip of his cock inside your mouth, receiving a loud moan from him, underneath your pussy. That sent vibrations straight to your clit which caused you to want to go down lower on his cock.
You began to bob your head up and down and made the blowjob sloppy. Spit was dripping down his cock and it was shiny as you pulled back with a pop. Underneath you, Lay paid more attention to your clit and you were thankful he even knew where it was. He wrapped his lips around the swollen bud and began to suck. Your legs began to shake, a climax coming quick.
“Lay, I’m going to come,” you breathed out. Your body involuntarily hunched forward and he never ceased his actions.
“Come on my tongue, baby,” he said. He placed his tongue inside your pussy as his fingers began to rub your clit furiously. The quick movements made you convulse and tense, sending your climax throughout your whole body. Lay gave your clit one last suck before helping you turn around on him.
“I want to see you ride my cock,” he said, helping you position your thighs on top of his. You lined up his cock with your pussy and slid down on him.
“Ah, fuck,” he moaned. “Your pussy is so tight.”
The stretch of him inside you burned. You slowly made your way up and down his cock. The burn was soon replaced by pleasure and you began to go quicker. You placed your hands on his chest and bounced your ass on his cock. You threw your head back as his cock hit your g-spot with every bounce.
“Tell me how much you like my cock,” he said to you. He placed his arms underneath his head as he watched you ride him with your pussy.
“I...love...it so much,” you managed to say.
“Fuck,” he began. “You ride me so well. I can feel your pussy tighten with every bounce. Are you going to come again?”
You nodded, not being able to speak any words. Your second climax was approaching quickly and you tried to ride it out. Your actions were deterred, so Lay grabbed you by your ass and began pounding up into you.
“Oh my god, I’m coming,” you whispered, worried that the others might hear you. Your pussy tightened around him and your body tensed up for the second time.
Lay spun you both around so now you were below him. “Have you ever come three times in a row?”
Your eyes were closed and you could feel the energy being drained from your body. The second climax was much stronger than the first and you weren’t sure you could even have a third one.
You shook your head in reply to his question.
“Well, tonight will be your first night.”
He rammed his cock back into your pussy and leaned over to look at you. Your eyes stayed closed, wanting to relish in this feeling forever.
“Look at me,” Lay demanded. “I want to see you up close when I make you come for a third time.”
He was pounding your pussy and making your eyes roll back, it was hard to stare back at him. He placed a sloppy kiss against your lips and you were moaning into his mouth. Your hands reached up to his back but he grabbed both of your wrists and pinned them above your head.
“Fuck, you look so fucking sexy pinned underneath me as you take my cock. You’re such a good girl for me,” he groaned. He had your wrists pinned with one of his hands and with his other, he reached to grab your neck.
“Do you like to be choked?” He asked. You nodded.
He gently squeezed the sides of your neck and you could feel your third orgasm approaching. It was coming strong and you could feel it.
“I’m going to come,” you said in small breaths.
“Me too,” Lay said. “I want you to come with me. I’ll count down from three.”
“3,” he said. Your orgasm was quickly on its way and you weren’t sure you could control when it happens.
“2.”
“1.”
At 1, he squeezed your neck slightly harder and you instantly came. Your pussy squeezed his cock and he groaned loud into your neck. His cock pulsed inside your pussy as the both of you came. He let go of your wrists and neck and hovered above you, placing gently kisses on your lips.
“That was the best fuck of my life,” he said and placed one more kiss on your lips before pulling out of you. “Come on, let’s go clean up before you leak onto your bed.”
He helped you get up onto your shaky legs and led you to the restroom. He found several rags on a rack and got one and ran it under warm water.
“Open your legs. I’m going to clean you,” he said. “Put your hands on my shoulders.”
You put your hands on his shoulders as he leaned down and wiped you. The rag slightly touched your clit and your body jumped, making you lean on his shoulders.
“Are you okay?” He asked looking up at you.
You nodded. “Just a little sensitive.”
You smiled at you and continued to clean you up, making sure to be careful of your sensitive spot. He cleaned off the rag and continued until he thought you were fully clean and then cleaned up himself.
“Okay well we’re both cleaned up. Don’t forget to pee, sweetheart,” he said leaving a kiss on your forehead before leaving and closing the bathroom door. You used the toilet and walked out and saw that he wasn’t in the room anymore. You put your clothes back on, fixed your bed sheets and laid down on your bed, feeling ever more exhausted. You heard the room door open slowly and you knew it was Lay. You heard his footsteps approached your bed and he tapped you. You turned around and saw his shadow standing over you.
“Do you want to lay with me?” You asked him. Without letting him answer, you made enough room for him in your bed. He picked up your covers and got under with you, instantly wrapping an arm around your waist.
“So how was it?” He whispered into your ear. His voice was soothing and you closed your eyes.
“It was really good. Better than what I expected,” you told him. He gave you a gently squeeze on your waist.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it. Now let’s sleep, sweetheart.”
With that, you placed your arm on top of his and interlaced both of your fingers. You could smell the soft cologne he was wearing and that was the last thing you remembered before sleep took over your body.
You woke up groggy, sleep still in your eyes and your hair a huge nest. You went to the bathroom and tried to make yourself look a bit decent before leaving your room.
You walked out in your pajamas and immediately smelled food. Your stomach growled loud as you stepped into the kitchen where Kun was cooking.
"It smells so good in here," you said with a hum. Kun turned to smile at you and went back to cooking.
"Good morning, Y/N. Sleep well?"
You scratched your hair and grimaced, remembering your terrible nights sleep. You had been living with the WayV boys for almost year without their manager or company knowing. Recently, it just started bugging you that you had been living off of them and feel like you're a burden. You had let them know about your feelings but they insisted you continue to stay with them without paying for anything.
"Not really," you replied. "I might go out and see if I can find a cheap place to rent."
Kun turned around quickly and glared at you. "I thought we already discussed this the other day?"
You shrugged your shoulders and sighed. "I know but I feel guilty. You guys don't let me pay for anything. At least let me pay for groceries."
Kun shook his head. "No, there's no reason for you to spend your money on us. We have more than enough money, and we enjoy supporting you. Besides, it's not like you take up a lot of room in this house or eat a lot anyway."
You sighed deeply and slumped into a kitchen chair.
"Why are you sighing this time?" Ten asked as he walked into the kitchen with his pajamas on and hair ruffled.
"She said she wants to find a place to move in to," Kun answered for you.
Ten laughed and stared at you. "Don't be dumb. You know we want you here and we enjoy your company. Why would you leave?"
You shrugged your shoulders and pouted. "I just feel like I'm mooching off you guys. I feel like I'm using you guys and taking advantage and I don't want to feel like this."
Ten began pouring himself a bowl of cereal. "Fine, we will allow you to buy groceries then. Will you be happy about that and continue to stay here?"
You grinned from ear to ear and nodded.
"Okay, well you need to go today because we're out of milk," Ten said as he shook the empty carton that he just poured into his bowl.
"What are you guys talking about?" Lucas asked as he walked into the kitchen.
"Nothing important," you said quickly. Lucas hated it when you spoke about moving out and it annoyed him that you wanted to spend your money when you didn't have to.
Ten blew out a laugh through his nose and you looked at him, glaring at him as he ate his cereal.
"Mind your own business, Ten," you said. Ten opened his mouth in a sarcastic shock and laughed again.
You continued to watch all three men. Watching Kun, watching Ten, watching Lucas. Subconsciously, your eyes would wander to the three of them, patiently waiting for Kun to finish cooking. Then without noticing, your eyes started to linger a little longer on Lucas. Each time before he could catch you staring, you turned and looked at someone else as if you hadn't been staring at his ass and legs.
"You're making it so obvious," Ten whispered across the table. You looked at him and quickly shushed him, making Kun and Lucas look at you both. You gave them both a guilty smile before they turned back around. After a few minutes, Lucas began to leave the kitchen and your eyes began to follow him, wondering where he was going.
"Are you going to eat?" Kun asked.
Lucas nodded with a piece of bread in his mouth. "Yeah but I'm going to shower first."
As soon as Lucas left the kitchen, Ten spoke up louder. "Y/N, why don't you jump his bones already?"
Kun quickly turned around, the conversation catching his attention. "What is he talking about?"
"Y/N has a huge crush on Yukhei and she wants to get in his pants. I don't know how no one but me can notice in this house. Even Yukhei is completely clueless."
Kun smiled largely and looked to you. "Wait, you like Yukhei? How come you only told Ten?"
You laughed. "Kun, I didn't tell anyone I liked Lucas until right now. I guess I did make it obvious if Ten found out."
"You should tell him," Ten said, now getting up from the table to place his bowl in the sink.
You shook your hair and furrowed your brows. "If I never told you guys, what made you think I'd confess to Lucas? You're crazy."
"He might feel the same. You'll never know," Kun said, returning to the food.
You stay there, contemplating on whether you should tell Lucas. Of course you'd never have the courage to confess, but thinking that if you did have the courage, how would Lucas react? Maybe he'd confess as well? Or maybe he'd laugh and say he sees you as a friend. Or worse, as a sister. That'd be embarrassing.
"Hey when you go to the store, can you buy more pork belly?" Kun asked.
"You're going to the store?" Lucas asked, walking back into the kitchen. You nodded in response.
"Can I come?" Lucas asked. You were about to tell him that you could go alone but Ten cut in before you could say anything.
"Yeah Yukhei, go with her. She might need help," Ten said with a big smile.
You rolled your eyes, knowing what Ten was trying to do. "Okay, well I'm going to go shower and get dressed. I'll eat when I come home."
"Hey, is it okay if I play my video game in your room?" Lucas asked you. You instantly nodded, this not being the first time Lucas asked if he could use your tv for his game.
"I don't know why you just don't buy a new t.v.," Hendery said, taking a seat at the table.
"Why buy a new t.v. if Y/N let's me use hers anyway?" Lucas said with a smile. You rolled your eyes and smiled back.
You got up from the table and made yourself to your room with Lucas following you. "Is it okay that I'm in here while you shower and get dressed?"
You nodded. "Yeah, just don't go in the restroom while I'm showering. And I'll just use my closet to get dressed. It's big enough anyway."
Lucas nodded and sat on your bed and watched as you grabbed your towels. You could feel your face heating up as you felt his stare watching you as you moved across your room. "Hey is it okay if we talk after? It's kind of important."
Your heart began to race. Every time Lucas wants to talk, it's about something bad. "Is it bad?"
Lucas smiled and shook his head. "No, for the first time, it's not bad."
You smiled and sighed out of relief. "Okay yeah, sure."
You clicked the t.v. on for him and then walked to the bathroom. After a few minutes, you were done with your shower. As you were about to walk out, you remembered Lucas was in your room. As often as he was in there using your t.v., he was never in your room while you showered. Quickly with your towels wrapped around your body, you sprinted from your bathroom to your closet. You closed your closet door and switched the light on. You could hear Lucas laughing in the other side. You creaked the door open slightly and looked out.
"Why are you laughing?" You asked.
"Because the way you ran to your closet was funny," Lucas said smiling at the t.v., his eyes never leaving his game. You rolled your eyes and turned back around to your closet.
You did your normal daily after-shower routine. You dried yourself and wrapped your hair in your towel. You reached for your favorite lotion and made sure to massage it everywhere. After your lotion, you used a body oil that always leaves you smelling so good. After your oil massage, you combed out your hair. You reached for a bra and its matching underwear and put them on, instantly wondering what to wear for the day.
"Mmm," you heard Lucas from your room. "You smell so good."
You laughed from the closet. "Thank you."
As you began looking through your clothes, the light from the inside of the closet suddenly turned off. You quickly turned around, being in complete darkness, you couldn't even see the light in your room on. You reached your hands out to feel for the light switch but your hands touched a body instead. You gasped and pulled back quickly, taking a step back.
"Lucas?" You asked quietly.
He didn't reply but you knew it was him. You subconsciously covered your chest and underwear, even while in the dark.
"Lucas, what are you doing in here?" You asked confused.
You heard your closet door close, and you reached out again, wondering if Lucas left. Instead of feeling the door, you felt Lucas again. You began to pull back your hands but before you could, Lucas pulled you into him and turned you around and placed your body right up against his. You could smell his familiar cologne and your heart began to race.
"Lucas, what are you doing?" You asked. As this excited you, it confused you just as much. You could hear his breathing becoming jagged and you could feel his heart pumping from behind you.
His hands slowly began to roam your body, making your skin rise in goosebumps. Your breathing became noticeable inside the quiet closet.
"Luca-" you were about to ask him again what he was doing but he cut you off short with his hand over your mouth.
"We have to stay quiet," he growled into your ear. "Otherwise the other guys will hear us. Do you understand?"
You nodded, answering his question. As his hand covered your mouth, his other hand continued to roam your body, moving closer to where you really wanted his hand.
"You smell so good," he whispered, placing wet kisses along your neck and shoulder. He began to kiss a spot right below your ear, causing you to moan and close your eyes. Your pussy began to throb and you squeezed your legs to relieve you just a little. Lucas felt you squirming and his hand instantly reached in between your legs to keep you from squeezing.
"You seem impatient. You should've jumped my bones sooner, then you wouldn't be so impatient." His words immediately told you that he overheard what you, Ten and Kun were talking about in the kitchen. "If you wanted to get in my pants, all you had to do was ask and I would've let you."
He laughed into your ear and you couldn't help but push yourself back up against him. From in between your legs, he roughly pulled you back, encouraging you to grind up against him. Through his pants, you could feel his erection getting harder.
"I wanted to do this so bad to you but never thought you liked me. I'm so glad I finally have the chance to get you squirming."
His hand began to rub you over your underwear and you began to grind more against him. Your moans were muffled by his large hand over your mouth and you thought the scene was so hot.
"Do you like that? To you like when I rub your pussy?"
You moaned again and nodded, wanting more from him.
He slowly began to put his hands inside the band of your underwear and reached towards your clit, instantly rubbing and making your knees go weak. He let you fall to the ground, following you to keep his hand on your mouth. He sat down on the floor with his legs spread out and you were in front of him with both your legs bent over his.
"Fuck, this is such a good angle. I could get in that pussy real good with my fingers."
Your legs began to shake from just the clit stimulation and your hands quickly reached for something to grab. You grabbed his legs and your body began to arch against him as your climax was quickly approaching.
"I haven't been touching this pussy for very long and you're going to cum already? What an impatient girl," Lucas said clicking his tongue.
Your moans got louder and your legs began to shake even more. Lucas began to rub quicker and your climax shot through your body, making you gasp underneath his hand and your body tensed up. Lucas began to slow down and your breathing came back.
"Wow, that was so hot," Lucas said from behind you. You didn't reply. Instead, with a shakey body, you turned around and began to undo his pants.
"Can I suck your cock? Please?" You asked him.
Lucas laughed. "Of course. You're such a good girl for asking and begging without me asking you to."
Still in the dark, you reached for his pants and undid them. You reached through his boxers and pulled out his cock. It instantly stood up against his stomach. Before you were about to place your mouth on him he spoke.
"Wait, I want to see you suck my cock," he said, switching the light back on. You looked at him and he had never looked more delicious than he did at that moment. His pupils were blown black and his breathing was rapid as ever. You wanted to devour this man and you were lucky that he was letting you.
You moved your hair out of the way and took his cock straight to your mouth. Lucas gasped and you felt him twitch in your mouth. He reached for your hair and held it up, wanting to get a better view of your lips around his cock.
"Fuck, you do that so good. You like sucking this big cock?"
You nodded and pulled him out of your mouth with a pop. You held him up as you began to drag your tongue from his balls to the tip of his cock.
"Ah, fuck. That felt so good," he said, throwing his head back against the closet door. You took him all inside your mouth again and with each bob, tried to take him deep in your throat.
"Fuck, fuck, wait," he said pulling you off of him. "If you keep doing that I'm going to cum in your mouth. And I really want to fuck you before I cum."
You shrugged your shoulders, getting excited to ride him. "Take your clothes off first," you said.
Lucas smirked. "Wow, a demanding woman who knows what she wants. That's fucking sexy."
He removed his shirt and you helped him remove his pants and boxers. You began to get on top of him but he stopped you. "Wait, I don't have a condom on."
You smiled. "I'm on the pill."
Lucas' eyes went wide and he smiled at that information. "Fuck okay. Ride my cock."
You aligned him with your pussy and dropped down slowly on him. He was bigger than average, but you knew you could take him. The pain from being stretched open instantly became a feeling of pleasure. You began to go up and down slowly on his cock, reaching for your nipples as you started to ride him.
"Fuck, this is so much better than I imagined," he said. He wrapped his hands around your waist, wanting you to ride him faster. You placed your hands on his shoulders and did just that. Each thrust hit your spot and you knew your second climax was coming quick.
"Fuck you're taking me so deep. Take my whole cock," Lucas growled, squeezing your waist. He reached forward and place his mouth around a nipple and sucked softly before biting it gently.
"Fuck, you're hitting that spot so good Lucas," you panted.
"Yeah baby? Do you enjoy riding my cock to get yourself off? I want you to cum on my cock."
Lucas reached for your clit and began rubbing, wanting your climax to come before his. You began to ride him faster and each time, your g-spot was being hit.
"Fuck, Lucas I'm going to cum," you squeaked. He quickly reached for your throat, lightly squeezing and rubbing your clit faster.
"Cum on my cock. Squeeze that pussy around me," he said. With one last thrust, you were shaking and coming all over his cock.
"Fuck, I'm going to cum," he said. You could feel him trying to push you off but you wanted him to cum inside you.
"Y/N, I'm going to cum inside you if you don't get off," he said in short breaths as you continued to ride him.
"Cum inside me," you said. With permission, he instantly let go and you felt him twitch and spill himself inside of you. You slowed down as you both began to come down from your highs, both of you becoming sensitive.
You got off of him and he turned you around so you can lean against his chest. Both of you were breathing hard but simultaneously.
"That was really good," Lucas managed to say. You nodded your head, feeling unable to speak.
For a few minutes the two of you sat there trying to catch your breath. Even though you were naked, you felt comfortable to be right next to him.
"You want to know something?" Lucas asked, breaking the silence between the two of you.
"Hmm?"
"I have great stamina and..." he started to say. You listened in on what he was trying to say. You giggled and turned around to look at him.
"Round 2?" You grinned. He smiled back and nodded quickly.
"Did you guys go to the store yet?!" Someone yelled into your room. "I heard your voices but your light is off."
It was Xiaojun and you can hear him making his way into your room. Panic covered yours and Lucas' face. The two of you stood up quickly, expecting Xiaojun to try to open the closet door.
And he did try.
Lucas quickly put his hand on the doorknob to keep him from opening it. "Hey, Y/N, are you in here? Do you know where Yukhei is?"
"Uh," you began to say but not knowing what to tell him.
"I'm in here with her," Lucas said. He opened the door slightly and stuck his head out to Xiaojun.
"Wait, are you naked?"
Lucas nervously laughed.
"Oh my god!" Xiaojun screamed. You could hear him making his way out of your room.
"Yukhei and Y/N are naked in the closet together!"
Summary: You messed with Yoongi’s equipment after he specifically told you not to
Pairings: Yoongi x reader
Genre: SMUT
Warnings: blow job, slightly dom-Yoongi
Word count: 2.9k
Living in Gangnam-gu, one of the richest areas in Seoul, was hard if you lived alone and didn't have a high paying job. You were just a normal person with a minimum wage job going to school and working in your twenties. Desperate times called for desperate measures.
You got the apartment right smack in the middle of Gangnam which was both close to the school you attended and close to your job. You did nothing more than tutor students from the school, but you were thankful nonetheless that it put money in your pocket.
However, it was NOT enough to help you pay your bills. You thought about doing the next best thing possible. You went on your computer and did your best photoshop skills and printed out over 50 flyers. You needed a roommate, and you needed one bad.
You went on, struggling for a few months when an opportunity for a roommate finally hit you. You were out with your friend getting some coffee and she suddenly tells you that she has a friend who needs a place to stay and was willing to pay their half of the bills. Your smile had never been wider. You instantly told your friend "yes", nodding rapidly.
A week passed and as you were sitting on your bed watching Netflix on your computer, there was a soft knock on your door. You got up and opened the door to find an unfamiliar pale man standing at your door.
You furrowed your brows and then spoke. "Uh, can I help you with something?"
The man nodded and smiled. "Yeah, uh, I'm looking for a Y/N? Are you her?"
Your brows never failing to come apart, you replied. "Depends. Why are you asking?"
The pale man laughed nervously and he reached up to his neck and scratched it a little before speaking. "Our mutual friend, Misoo, told me that you needed a roommate? I need a place to live and I'm willing to help with bills."
Your eyes widened. You realized Misoo was talking about a guy friend the whole time. You thought she meant a female friend!
"Yeah, I was actually looking for a girl roommate. Not that having a guy for roommate would be a problem but—"
"I promise I will be clean. I'll clean after myself and I won't bug you. You won't even know I'm there," he said smiling.
You laughed at his rapid speaking. He clearly knew the thoughts running through your head. "Do you pinky promise?"
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More than a few months had passed and the pale man that once stood at your door was now your roommate and friend, and you maybe even had a little crush growing. His name was Min Yoongi. He did exactly as he said. He was a super clean person and he was rarely home so there were times when you forgot you actually had a roommate.
The apartment was small, and you didn't realize that until after Yoongi moved all his things into the place. The living room and bedroom were connected, only being divided by a sliding door, however, the bedroom was big enough for two beds. Which is what the both of you did. And in order to have your peace and alone time while sleeping, Yoongi attached a thin sheet to the ceiling to separate your side of the room and his side. You didn't mind, as long as he didn't see your face as you slept.
The only arguments the two of you had in the house were when you told Yoongi he could not work on his music while you slept and he needed to keep the toilet seat down after you had fallen in several times in the middle of the night. He kept his word and you were thankful that he was so lenient.
One day, as you were walking out of the bathroom from a shower, his producing equipment caught your eye. Your class schedule was opposite from Yoongi's, so whenever he had class, you were home and when you had class, he was home. You didn't have class yet so you knew he'd be at the school. You decided to just play with his equipment a little to see what he does all the time.
You decided to just throw a white tank top on with a pair of pajama shorts before sitting on his chair and deciding which button to press first. There was a piano in front of you and you slide the button on. There was also a DJ mixer that was connected to the desk computer, so you put that on as well. With all his equipment on, you saw he was working on something, so you quickly saved that and kept his work in a file with the name YOONGI'S WORK. He never wanted to show you what he was working on, so you respected his privacy in a way that you would follow through with his uneasy feeling of letting you know what he's working on.
Like a child at an arcade, you started pressing buttons. The piano didn't sound like an ordinary piano, although it wasn't because it was connected to his computer. You played the only song you knew, Mary Had A Little Lamb, and then laughed to yourself as you added a beat or two from the mixer. You then played it altogether and you were quite proud with how the song turned out. It was the cute child's song but with an extra spice to it.
It was getting later, and you knew Yoongi was coming home soon. You wanted to work on the song again when he's gone, so you decided to save it and file the name under MARY HAD A LITTLE BOP. You clicked on the save button and a question popped up.
Would you like to rewrite "YOONGI'S WORK"?
Without thinking, you pressed the return button on his keyboard to go back and save your song under a different file, but instead it was the ENTER button and your song file rewrote Yoongi's whole file. Horror filled your face as you saw what it did. You tried to go back and get his file. You tried your best to see if it was in the trash. You couldn't get the file back and your heart dropped down to your feet. Yoongi was going to bite your head off.
You quickly shut the computer down and shut all his equipment off, keeping everything the same way he had it, except, of course, his file. You heard a few buttons being pressed on the door and then a beep, indicating someone was pressing the code for the door. And the only other person who knew the code was Yoongi. You quickly ran to the couch and sat down, opening a magazine that never in a million years would've caught your attention, and in Yoongi walked.
"Hey!" You shouted, a little too excited. Your nervousness was now overtaking your body and your hands became sweaty. The cool air in the home was making you cold and you began to shake. You tried to get a hold of yourself, just hoping that Yoongi wouldn't think you're the one who lost his file.
Yoongi furrowed his brows and laughed. "Since when do you ever greet me when I come home."
Great, you're making it too obvious. "Since now. I'm here in the living room anyways. Might as well greet you."
Yoongi ignored your words and dropped his bag to the floor. He went to the kitchen and made himself ramen before sitting on the single couch across from you. You watched his every move. He took one bite of his noodles and he instantly looked up at you.
"What's going on?" He asked.
You drew your brows in together, making it obvious that something was wrong but failing to hide it. "Nothing? Why do you think something is wrong?"
He shrugged his shoulders and took another bite. "You're watching me."
You quickly looked away from him and decided the floor might be better to stare at. "Sorry."
He took another bite of his noodles and then spoke again. "You're wearing that top again?"
The question caught you off guard and you looked up at him. "Huh? What's wrong with my shirt?"
"It literally shows everything you've got underneath it. And I guess the cold house isn't making it harder to see what's underneath."
You looked down and you immediately saw your side boob showing on both sides of your shirt and your nipples were hard. And it didn't help that both nipples were pierced. You quickly pulled the shirt away from your skin to stop anything from sticking out.
"Sorry..." you said in a small voice.
Yoongi finished his noodles and got up to put his bowl away. "No need to apologize. I'm a guy so I enjoy seeing things like that. But you're a girl and I'm sure you wouldn't be comfortable with showing it to me."
You blushed at his words and you felt your face grow hot. Did he say he enjoys seeing it?
"You don't have to be embarrassed, Y/N. Honestly, it's not the first time I've seen your breasts and I'm sure today won't be the last time." He walked straight from the kitchen to his desk and you stood quiet as you watched him.
He looked at you once more and then laughed, clearly seeing how red you were becoming. "Do you want to see mine?"
You took a deep breath before speaking. "See your what?"
"My dick, obviously. I've practically seen you naked. It would only be fair if you saw me too."
Your eyes widened and you almost choked on the breath that you intook. "No thank you. I think I'm good."
Yoongi shrugged his shoulders and went back to his computer. "Suit yourself."
He sat down and started all his equipment up. You gulped hard and you began to fiddle your thumbs together out of nervousness. You could clearly see what he was doing. He got comfortable in his seat and then began maneuvering his cursor on the screen. You could see his head looking across his screen from left to right and you knew you were going to hear it. Your heart was beating, no, your heart was banging in your chest. You could see a small hint of confusion on Yoongi's face as he clicked on a file. It instantly opened up your song and it began to play. Confusion never leaving his face, he turned around towards you in his chair, his eyes looking elsewhere as he listened to the song. You bit your lip, trying to hold back any word vomit that might come out. The song came to a finish and his eyes instantly fell upon you.
"Did you do this?" He asked. There was no emotion in his tone which made you even more uneasy.
You shook your head, afraid your voice might give you away. Yoongi quickly turned around to his computer and looked at the file. "If it's not yours, then why is the file labeled as MARY HAD A LITTLE BOP?
You didn't say another word, but he turned around to face you once more, waiting for an answer. All you could do was shrug your shoulders.
Yoongi squinted his eyes at you, knowing it was you but he just wanted you to admit it. "Y/N, was it you? Did you rewrite my whole working file?"
You shook your head "no", trying to avoid his hard gaze.
"Isn't Mary Had A Little Lamb the only song you know how to play on the piano?" He asked, once again with no tone or emotion in his voice. You look up at him slowly, scared to admit your mistake.
"You touched my equipment, didn't you?"
This time, his voice held a menacing tone and you felt like you were about to throw up. You couldn't say anything anymore. He already knew it was you.
"I thought I told you I didn't like you touching my things. And now you lost my whole working file. Your ass is lucky I back everything up on my hard drive otherwise I'd beat it."
Yoongi always threw threats at you but this time, it sounded true.
"I'm sorry," you managed to choke out. Your throat had gone so tight over the last couple of minutes and your voice managed to be higher pitched than normal.
"Mmhmm," Yoongi mumbled.
"Yoongi," you said. "I really am sorry. I didn't mean to mess it up for you. I was just bored and wanted to see if I could make a song. And I promise I didn't listen to what you were working on."
Yoongi didn't say anything. He ignored you and you hated it when he ignored you. You got up off the couch and walked to the side of his chair. You poked at his shoulder and you saw him roll his eyes. You pouted, a little hurt at how upset he was at you. You got to your knees and turned his chair so he was facing you. His hands were resting on his laps and you placed your small hands over his to show how repentant you were.
"Yoongi, I am sorry. Please forgive me."
"You annoy me," he said simply.
You looked down to the floor, nervousness no longer flooding your body but now being overthrown by sadness.
"I know. I'm sorry I'm annoying. I don't mean to be but—"
"I like it though, and I forgive you."
His words cut you off and you looked up at him. "Y-you like it when I'm annoying?"
Yoongi scoffed. "I tell you I forgive you but that's the only part you heard?"
You shook your head. "No I'm happy you forgive me but you just said—"
"I know what I said," Yoongi spoke looking straight into your eyes. Yoongi slipped one hand out from under yours and reached for your chin. He lifted it slightly so that you were fully looking at him.
"You honestly look so beautiful in front of me on your knees," he said. He was examining your face and it was making you slightly uncomfortable for him to see your facial flaws. You went to reach for his wrist with your other hand but he quickly caught it before you touched him.
"Do not pull my hand away."
You gulped hard slightly scared and slightly anticipating what he was going to do next. His eyes roamed from your face down to your neck and you noticed that he swallowed hard. He suddenly moved his eyes lower and with the strength that Yoongi was keep your chin up with, was the same strength that was keeping you from following where his eyes were. But you had an idea where he was looking. You being the annoying person you are, squeezed your arms together to puff up your breast so they stuck out more. Yoongi smirked and clicked his tongue.
"You really know how to make a guy go mad, huh?"
He let go of your chin and leaned back in his chair. He crossed his arms and smirked.
"Want to really make it up to me?"
You stared at him, waiting for him to finish.
"Suck my cock."
"W-what?" You almost choked on your words.
"You heard me. Suck my cock if you really want to make it up to me."
Your heart began to race in excitement. This man, whom you've grown a crush on since he moved in, is asking you to blow him. A fantasy you never thought would come true.
You reached for his pants and undid them. You reached inside his pants and pull his cock out, it slapping against his stomach as soon as it was exposed. You quickly reached forward and wrapped your lips around his tip.
He hissed as you pulled back with a pop. "Fuck, do that again."
As commanded, you did it again, slowly so he can savor the feeling. You tasted his precum and moaned. Receiving the same reaction from him, you decided to take him deeper. The velvety skin against your tongue was almost euphoric for you. You moaned again, taking him as deep as you could.
He reached for your hair and held it up. "Fuck, I want to see you taking my cock deep in your throat.”
You moaned and smiled and took him deep into your throat once more, holding him there for a few seconds before coming up for air. You bobbed quickly up and down, trying to take his whole cock each time.
"Keep doing that. Fuck, I'm going to cum so quick."
He held on tighter to your hair as you bobbed quicker on his cock. You could tell he was getting closer. His cock twitched once, twice, and then without even a second warning, he spilled his seed down your throat.
"Fuck, fuck," he growled as he twitched one last time and pulled your mouth off of him.
"Wow, that was the best blow job I've ever had," he said laughing with his eyes closed.
Feeling puffed up with pride, you smiled greatly. Yoongi looked down at you and quickly grabbed you by the face and smashed his lips against yours. It was aggressive and hot.
"Can I reciprocate?" He asked, breaking the kiss.
Your eyes widened, not expecting to receive anything in return, and quickly nodded your head.
Yoongi winked and smiled once more. "Get on the bed and I'll make sure I'm your best."
"Please, Y/n! No one else wants to teach me!" He said from the dining room.
You laughed. "Yeah because you almost killed all five of them."
It was mid-morning and you were currently busy getting breakfast ready for all seven boys. Every day of the week was assigned to each person, excluding Namjoon, to make breakfast and today, Saturday, was your day.
You were cooking pancakes in the kitchen when Namjoon approached you from the dining room. He fell to his knees, making a loud thump as his knees hit the floor hard. He rubbed his hands together and pouted.
"Please, Y/n. I'm a 24 year old man that doesn't know how to drive. Please teach me."
You gave him a quick glance, turning back to your pancakes and sighing. "Joonie, please get up off the floor."
He did as you said and stood by you, waiting for an answer. You rolled your eyes at his presence and finally answered.
"Fine, I guess. But if you crash my car and I die, I'm coming back to haunt you."
With a huge smile and his dimples becoming more prominent, he jumped in excitement and clapped his hands. He hugged you from behind and squeezed you hard.
"Thank you so much!"
During breakfast, Namjoon was eagerly the first to speak. "Y/n is teaching me how to drive today."
The chewing and the utensils clattering against plates quickly stopped and mid-chew, you looked up to see everyone staring at you in horror.
"You sure you want to do that?" Yoongi asked from across the table. "Especially in your car? You know your car is old so it's going to be expensive if he crashes it."
"Yeah, last time I tried to teach him, he almost broke my steering wheel," Seokjin said.
"I don't drive and even I know that's a bad idea," Jimin chimed in.
You rolled your eyes. "You guys are being dramatic. You guys don't have the patience I have to teach Namjoon how to drive."
Jungkook laughed. "Patience isn't the problem here, sweetheart."
They all nodded in agreement with Jungkook.
"The man barely knows how to cut an onion and you are going to teach him how to function a whole car? I'll pray for you," Hoseok said, pressing both his hands together.
Their words were getting to you and you started to become nervous. You assumed your emotions were showing on your face because Namjoon quickly spoke up. "You're not going to back out after you told me you would, right?"
You looked at him, sadness overcoming his beautiful face, and you shook your head. "I already told you I would teach you, didn't I?"
From the side of you, Taehyung gently tapped his hand on your back. "That's one thing I love about Y/n. She always sticks to her promise no matter how dangerous it might be."
You rolled your eyes. "Can you guys stop making me nervous? You all are just bad teachers and Namjoon will come back home later on knowing how to drive."
Everyone hummed at your words and continued to eat, making you feel unassured.
"Okay so I'm going to drive to an open lot, but this lot has light poles in it so we have to be careful, okay?"
From the passenger seat, Namjoon was fidgeting and you could tell his hands were sweating by the way he wiped his hands on his jeans every five seconds.
You drove into the lot and he quickly grabbed your hand. "Y/n, I'm nervous."
You put the car in park and looked at him. "It's going to be okay. You already know the basics of where the break and gas pedals are. We just need to teach you how to ease onto the pedals and how to steer. Then next week, I'll teach you how to back up in a straight line and how to park."
He gulped hard, and he let go of your hand, leaving your hand filled with his nervous sweat. Since your car was a '67 Chevy Impala, the front seat was one whole seat. You took off your seatbelt and scooted over to Namjoon, waiting for him to do the same.
"Come on, move so we can switch seats," you said.
"I think this might be a bad idea," he said from his side.
"Namjoon," you said sighing. "How are you ever supposed to learn if you're too nervous to learn. I used to be nervous as well but you get used to driving and it sort of becomes like a second nature to you."
He nodded hesitantly and removed his seatbelt, sliding himself under you as you straddled your weight above him. He put his seatbelt on and with a sigh, but his hands on the wheel.
"Okay, let's start by pressing on the gas and breaks generously. You don't want to stomp on them because it throws the car forward giving you a whiplash," you said calmly.
He nodded in understanding and pressed on the gas pedal. Little by little, he pressed harder and harder, making the engine run loud.
"Y/n, it's not moving. Why is the car not moving? Oh my god did I break your car," he spoke out of terror.
You giggled to yourself and smiled at him. "The car is still in park, Joon."
"Oh," he chuckled. He changed the gear to drive and harshly stepped on the gas and then the break.
"Generously," you reminded him as you rubbed your neck at the sudden whiplash. He nodded his head and softly stepped on the gas.
"I also have cones in my trunk to help you drive in a straight line," you told him.
He didn't respond and you looked at him. His knuckles were white against your steering wheel and his jaw was clenched. His legs were tensed and you could tell he was freaking out inside. You reached for his leg and gently placed your hand on his thigh. The instant contact made him swerve violently, and if it wasn't for your seatbelt holding you in place, you might've slid all the way next to him.
"Hey, are you okay? You almost tipped my car over," you laughed nervously.
"You're distracting me. Please don't talk or touch me." His harsh tone hit you hard but you tried not to take it personally as Namjoon was always a nervous learner.
Some time had passed without you speaking or even moving, in fear that you might make him more scared.
"There's a pole approaching," you spoke calmly.
The speed of the car started to increase which was the total opposite of what he was supposed to do, and you quickly glanced at him. He was still tense everywhere.
"Namjoon," you said warningly. The speed was quickly increasing and the pole was quickly approaching.
"Hit the breaks," you warned him. He wasn't doing anything. He wasn't even blinking.
"Namjoon," you said louder this time. He wasn't listening and you started to panic.
Acceleration was picking up and you were no longer your calm self. "Namjoon! Step on the fucking breaks!"
Your scream made him jump and he slammed his foot and the break pedal, making the both of you jolt forward and the seatbelts locking you both in place. The pole was mere centimeters away from the car and you closed your eyes and sighed in relief. A major headache ran through your head and you were sure you were going to throw up.
"Oh my god," Namjoon spoke softly. "Y/n, I'm so sorry. I don't know what happened. It's like I was so scared I zoned out."
You placed your head in your hand and rubbed your temples. "You almost killed us."
You heard him put the car in park and he shifted in his seat. "I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to."
You ignored his apology. "You were going 60, in a lot, heading towards a pole. You could've killed us!"
You were aware of his loud gulping. He knew you were upset. But it wasn't his fault. You knew he was a bad driver, but how else were you supposed to teach someone how to drive?
You breathed through your nose, allowing the oxygen to flow through your body as you tried to relax yourself and let the anger flow away. "It's not okay that you almost killed us, but let's please be more careful this time."
Namjoon's eyes doubled in size. "You're still going to let me drive? I think I might be too nervous."
You tapped his thigh again in reassurance, feeling him tense up at the touch. "It's fine."
He shook his head. "I don't think I can. After what just happened. I think I'm better of just riding my bike."
This time, you shook your head. "No, I told the boys I was bringing you back a driver and that's what I'm going to do."
"But I'm really ner-" he began to say.
"Yes I know you're nervous, Namjoon," you cut him off. "What can I possibly do to ease your tension. Because I'm not bringing you back home the same bad driver you were when we left an hour ago."
He genuinely thought, and then a sly smirk came over his face. You furrowed your eyebrows and sat back in your seat. "I hope you're not thinking what I think you're thinking."
"Depends," he said laughing. "Does your thought include us being naked?"
Your eyes widened at his words, never hearing them leave his mouth before. You leaned forward and slapped his shoulder. "I'm being serious!"
His face went serious and he stared at you, his pupils dilating slightly. "I am being serious. What's wrong with having sex with me?"
You shook your head, trying to ease the dull ache that started to form in between your thighs. "Namjoon, you're my friend. We can't do that."
"You telling me that friends don't fuck?" He asked. His vulgar choice in words took you aback and you honestly didn't know how to respond.
"It might be the only thing right now that will ease my nervousness," he said when you didn't reply.
"I can't believe you're asking me this," you said, putting your head into your palm.
He didn't reply and a few moments later, he was the first to speak. "So, is that a yes? Because you didn't exactly say 'no'."
You didn't reply, instead looked at him. Your eyes caught something and you looked straight down to see he was already getting hard and a tent was forming in his jeans.
"You cannot be serious," you repeated yourself from earlier.
"I am dead serious. Literally nothing could go wrong."
You placed both of your hands in your lap and sighed deeply. "Fine."
Namjoon slightly gasped. "Really?"
You stared down at the floor of your car. "Yeah, I guess. It wasn't really my first idea but if it's going to work for you, I'd be willing to try this out."
You unbuckled your seat belt and shifted in your seat before getting on all fours, thankful that the front seat was a whole row so there was nothing in the middle stopping you from crawling to him. He unbuckled his seat belt as he watched your every movement.
"Wait," he breathed raggedly. "Have you ever anticipated this before?"
You sat back on your haunches and furrowed your brows. You've always thought Namjoon was hot. His smile, his dimples, his soft hair and his sense of humor and ability to rap and produce music was all hot to you. But you both were just friends and you never wanted to make a move on him unless he was the first to initiate it. Eventually, you were able to push those feelings aside and live a normal life with seven hot guys.
In reply to his question, you shook your head, but you've always been a bad liar.
"Mm-hmm, so if I were to do this, you wouldn't feel a thing?" He asked, sliding his long finger along your thigh.
"I said I never anticipated it, not that I wouldn't feel anything if you touched me," you laughed.
He sat there staring at you, the tension in the car rising as well as the heat. It made you self-conscious, but you were unable to look away once his eyes had met yours.
Like before when you had a crush on Namjoon, you had always admired his good looks. His tanned skin and brown eyes that were like honey in the sun. The little blemishes across his cheeks and dark brown hair were to die for. But sitting this close to him, you couldn't help but notice for the first time just how muscular his shoulders were, and how lush his lips looked. You let your gaze slip lower, to the rest of his body that you had seen a thousand times, but which seemed so utterly different today.
"Wow, when did you get these?" You teased, running your hand down his stomach and felt his impressive six-pack. But Namjoon caught your hand in his just before you reached the top of his jeans, startling you.
When you looked into his eyes once again, his expression was intense, almost threatening.
For a moment, you thought maybe he was angry, but before you could ponder it further, he yanked you to him and covered your mouth with his in a hungry kiss. You responded immediately, surprising yourself. His mouth was so warm, the caress of his lips softer than you could have imagined. He tasted tentatively with his tongue, and you opened your mouth with a low moan.
You shifted your weight closer to him, him guiding your hands to his shoulders to hold yourself up. You kissed deeper into his lips and he reciprocated, kissing upwards toward you. Rapid breaths taken in between each movement, you let your teeth cling to his bottom lip as you slowly pulled away. A smirk took over his lips and it might have been the hottest thing you've ever seen Namjoon do.
"You're so goddamn hot, Y/n," he whispered.
The compliment raised your ego and you slid your hand from his shoulders slowly down to his hard bulge. You caressed it, feeling the hardness twitch in your hand. You looked at him in the eyes, seeing nothing but a black lust and his eyelids slightly drooping. You continued to palm him through his jeans, enjoying the sight as his head dropped back, exposing his long and tanned neck. You licked your lips and titled your head towards his neck, planting wet kisses and feeling him gulp in excitement. You kissed his Adam's apple as it bobbed with every gasp and kissed the dip in his neck that touched his ear. Another gasp left his lips and he picked his head up to look at you.
"I'm so hard for you, baby," his voice reaching a low level that you've never heard before.
Wanting to please him more, you undid his jeans and he lifted his hips when you pulled down both his boxers and pants. You went to put him in your mouth but hesitated before doing so.
"Can I?" You asked permission.
"Please," he breathed out in desperation. You reached for his hard cock and tenderly placed a kiss to the swollen and red head.
"Fuck, please don't tease me." He reached for your hair in response to your kissing, urging you to take all of him inside your mouth. You spit on his cock, allowing your spit to drip down to his balls and licked a long strip from the base of his cock to the head before taking his whole length in your mouth. He was big when he was soft and even bigger hard. Having a gag reflex was no walk in the park as you tried your best to take all of him inside your mouth, eyes watering as you gagged around him.
"Fuck yes baby, you suck me so good," he moaned.
He held all your hair in his hand and positioned himself to fuck straight into your mouth. You winced at how big he was in your mouth and tried your best to take him as deep as you could.
“Fuck I’m going to cum,” he said, his movements becoming sloppy and quicker. You pushed your mouth down lower, allowing him to hit the back of your throat.
“Shit, I’m cumming,” he growled, practically pulling your hair as he tried his best to guide your mouth down his cock.
You hummed out of pleasure and instantly, he was squirting ropes of cum down your throat. His growls turned into groans which turned into soft panting. You swallowed his cum, licking any residue off his cock and pulled away. You smiled at him as you watched him lay his head back in relief.
“That was the most amazing blow job I’ve ever had,” he said looking back at you.
“Thanks,” you giggled. “I know it wasn’t exactly what you asked for, but I was thinking maybe next time I teach you how to drive, we can go further.”
Namjoon smiled widely. “I’d like that.”
You and Namjoon came home about two hours later, successfully getting him to drive at a good pace around the lot. You managed to get him to hit the breaks gradually and taught him how to not squeeze the steering wheel so aggressively.
“How did it go?” Seokjin asked from the kitchen. Like always, he was cooking.
Namjoon was the first to speak. “It was amazing.”
He glanced at you with a smile and you just giggled. “Yeah, I think I’ll be making progress with him.”
Yoongi was sitting on the couch and approached you both. His eyebrows were furrowed and his arms were crossed. “So what did you guys really do?”
Your heart dropped to your ass. Did he know what you two did?
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Namjoon spoke.
“Mm-hmm,” Yoongi said as he walked away.
“That was close,” you mouthed to Namjoon.
Taehyung walked out from one of the rooms and started laughing to himself. “So I take it driving went really good?”
“Yeah?” You questioned his tone.
“Just a reminder, next time, don’t butt dial the house phone.”
Your eyes went wide as you looked at Namjoon. His expression mirrored yours. Seokjin walked out of the kitchen with a big smile on his face.
Summary: After graduating, you made your way back to your hometown to find a familiar face working at the same coffee shop you used to go to.
Pairing: Seokjin x reader
Genre: FLUFF
Word count: 1k
You finally moved back home after going to Columbia University and graduating with a Masters of Fine Arts in writing. You had finally gone to school for what you wanted to spend the rest of your life doing. Writing.
Of course you loved reading. Writing could never compare to the world's that sucked you in every time you read, but you adored writing nonetheless.
It had just been a week since you had moved back and you dearly missed that old coffee and tea shop that you used to go to before work. You remember the man that worked there always got your name wrong no matter how many times you've told him in the past how to spell it. You just let it slide because 1. He was so cute and 2. He was so sweet.
You decided to head to the little coffee shop to satisfy your curiosity of whether the man still worked there or not. When you arrived, you walked into the entrance with the door hitting a bell letting the workers know a customer had just arrived. The familiar aroma of coffee beans and tea leaves filled your nose and you smiled, remembering the past and the nostalgia that the smell brought along with it.
You looked around, scanning the little shop and noticing the slight differences the owner had made since you had been gone. There were a few people working there. One worker had their back towards the front door and was cutting lemons, one was making coffee and humming a lovely tune, and another one was counting the money in the register. You walked up to the register and began reading the menu, not sure of what to get.
"Would you like the usual?"
The man that was cutting lemons stopped and turned around from behind the register counter and smiled at you. You smiled back as soon as you realized that this was the same man who had always made your coffee.
You nodded your head at the man and he turned his back towards you, giving your eyes a show of his muscled back in his tight white shirt. No later than five minutes later, he called out.
"Almond vanilla coffee with two squirts of hazelnut!"
You knew it was yours. You always ordered the two flavored squirts of hazelnut with almond milk and vanilla creamer.
You walked back up to the counter and the man, whose name you never learned, gave you your drink. You took a sip of the hot drink and it was exactly how you loved it.
Sure, you used to be a regular, but you literally hadn't been to the coffee shop in four years. How did he still remember my order, you wondered.
"Thank you." You gave the man the exact change and exchanged smiles before turning away. You happened to check your cup for your name, and a laugh slipped through your lips.
He once again spelled your name incorrectly, but he completely butchered the spelling. You couldn't help but turn around and make eye contact with him and laugh again.
He had a confused smile on his face, not sure if he should laugh along with you or ask you what's going on. You walked back up to the counter and showed him the way he spelled your name, his confused facial expression never leaving his face but only becoming more confused. You decided to just tell him the truth.
"You wrote my name down wrong the first time I came here and I didn't correct you, but you're really sweet and I didn't know how to tell you you've been calling me by the wrong name for seven years."
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry."
His face and ears turned red with embarrassment and he quickly took your cup away and brought out the Sharpie marker he had used to write your name.
"Tell me how to spell it correctly, please."
You told him how to spell it correctly and once done, he held the cup out in front of him as if to contemplate on how to pronounce your name.
"How do you say your name?" He asked so innocently and adorably.
"It's Y/n."
He repeated your name in a whisper, your name sounding so pure coming from his mouth. Your name almost sounded like a song that you didn't want to end.
"Nice to meet you Y/N. My name is Seokjin, but you can call me Jin."
You repeated his actions and whispered his name to test out how his name felt running through your mouth.
"Nice to meet you as well, Jin. And don't worry about the name. I just thought I would finally correct you after all of these years."
He handed you back your cup of coffee and you took another sip, feeling the hot liquid sooth your throat from the cold morning. Once again, you both smiled before you decided to walk away and go home to do some writing.
"Wait!"
The voice stopped you in your tracks and you turned around to see Jin coming from behind the counter and up to you.
"Are you free this evening? I wanted to know if, maybe, you would like to go out and have dinner with me? That's if you don't have a boyfriend or a husband."
Jin stuck his hands in his pockets and shrugged his shoulders as he asked you the question. His nervousness was beyond adorable and you couldn't help but say yes. Your answer would have been yes, regardless.
"I would love to, Jin."
Your words brought a huge smile to his face, his beautiful smile becoming prominent as you noticed his white teeth for the first time. His dark brown eyes twinkled in the light that was shining down from the ceiling lights and you couldn't help but reach up and caress his face.
"I'll come by later this evening and I'll see you then."
You dropped your hand from his face, the smooth and velvety feel of his cheek burning through your skin as you realized you might not ever forget what his skin felt like.
Summary: Art is an escape for some and it can also be very therapeutic. You have a beautiful taste in art, but so does Taehyung.
Pairing: Taehyung x Reader
Genre: ANGST, some FLUFF
Word count: 1.3k
Art. A three letter word that seemed to take over your life. It was something you loved and something you wished you were good at. But that didn't stop you from admiring the beauty that every art piece held.
There was art in everything you saw. The way people danced, how their feet moved peacefully with one another. The way people sang and how they put so much feeling into their voices. You admired the way people played instruments, feeling the vibration as they played with their eyes closed.
You especially found the art within paintings and drawings. You could easily see if they had a heavy hand or planted no weight on their drawings. You could tell whether they were right handed or left handed. In paintings, you appreciated the different strokes you saw, whether the painter painted side to side or up and down.
In a world full of war, you seen beautiful art.
One of your favorite places to visit to see such pieces of art was the art museum. The walls were filled with numerous pieces, each by different artists.
There was one that you loved most. You remembered when you were a child and your mother loved the flowers. Sunflowers filled the kitchen as she decorated everything with Van Gogh's famous sunflower paintings. You always disliked the color yellow, until the kitchen was decorated with it, and it just made your mother look...happy.
That was until you noticed your mom remove every single sunflower painting from the kitchen and replaced it with Van Gogh's Starry Night. You didn't know at the time that the Starry Night symbolized the mental illness that Vincent VG had. You were clueless about your mom, until she took her own life away.
You shared the same love interest in art that your mother had. She used to take you to the art museum all the time and the two of you would just sit there and stare at the paintings all day.
You were there again, today. Revisiting the paintings for the tenth time that month. Nothing would be able to keep you away from it.
You walked into another room of the museum and sat at the bench that was provided for the art lovers.
Large canvas' of drawings were displayed across the wall, and you stared and smiled at them as they showed pictures of happy children and their families.
"Beautiful", you heard a voice say. It made you lose the story that you were imagining in your mind, and you turned to who it was.
It was a man you have never seen at the museum. You were a usual at the museum, knowing the workers and guards and almost every other usual person there.
But this man was a definite stranger. He had seemingly long hair and he was dressed in a large flannel with a satchel across his body. He didn't look like the type of person to like art, but you didn't want to discriminate.
"Excuse me?" You assumed he was purposely calling you beautiful, as he was staring at you when you looked at him.
He smiled and it slowly faded. "The drawings. They're beautiful."
You nodded your head in agreement. "They look so happy. You could tell the artist had a happy childhood."
The man looked back at the drawings. "You can see all that in a drawing?"
You nodded your head, not caring if he saw your silent response or not. "It's beautiful, really. How much a drawing can say about a person."
The tall man searched through his bag and took out a book. He looked through the pages and took one specific page out, slowly handing it to you.
"What does this drawing say?"
It was a unique drawing. The artist drew it with one type of pencil and they had a light hand. The picture depicted a faceless woman holding a faceless baby.
"The artist seems to be sad. Or missing someone? I can't really tell, the picture is sending me mixed signals. I can see that the artist had maybe a traumatizing childhood by looking at the two faceless humans. It also looked like the artist went through a depression phase, as the position the mother is in gives me sorrow vibes."
You gave back the drawing to the man and he raised his brows. He placed the drawing back where he got it from and looked at you.
"Looks like you're pretty good at that," he said, adjusting the strap of his bag.
You smiled at him, mentally thanking him. "Who's the creator?"
"Me," he said smiling.
You slightly raised your brows, not expecting the answer he gave. "Was I right?"
The man's face dropped and you knew you were being too personal. "I'm sorry, you don't have to answer that."
You looked back at the drawings on the wall, feeling slightly uncomfortable now.
"You are," the man mumbled out. "I had a very troubling childhood and lost someone that I wasn't old enough to get to know."
"I'm sorry to hear about that. What's your name?" You asked. It sounded more random when you asked his name, but it seemed like the normal thing to do.
"Taehyung," he said, reaching his hand out to shake yours.
"Y/n," you said, copying his actions. "I didn't see you as an art type."
Taehyung bobbed his head back and furrowed his eyebrows, scoffing a little with a small smile. "What does that mean? What does the art type look like?"
You shrugged your shoulders. "Don't really know. You just have more of a jock vibe than an artsy vibe."
You looked back at the drawings on the wall, trying to send a hint to Taehyung that you wanted to be alone with the art. You looked back at him as you noticed from the side of your eye that he wasn't leaving. Instead, he was actually admiring the art.
He looked at you, catching you staring at him, and you patted the bench, offering him a seat beside you. He smiled and sat down, removing his bag and placing it aside.
"Do you draw or paint?" He interrupted you again.
You shook your head. "No, I'm not that talented. I just study art."
"I can teach you," he said. The both of you didn't look at eachother, but were still comfortably speaking to one another.
You shook your head and laughed. "You can't teach talent into someone. They're born with it. If you show someone how to do something and they become a natural at it, well, in my opinion, they always had talent. They just needed a push to expose it."
This time, Taehyung laughed. "I don't agree."
"You don't have to. It's my opinion. Not everyone thinks like me."
He laughed through his nose at your response. "Want to go out for coffee?"
You looked at him confused. You hoped you weren't giving him the wrong idea. Then again, you didn't see a problem in dating, but you didn't feel in the mood to deal with that either.
"Just a coffee. That's it, I swear. I'm not asking for your hand in marriage," he said, bringing his hands up in surrender.
You thought about it, chewing on your lip and weighing the chances of something going bad.
"Okay," you agreed, "where did you have in mind?"
Taehyung got up quickly with a huge boxy grin across his face. He placed his bag back across his chest. "I know the best place for coffee."
He reached his hand out for you to grab it and you hesitated. "Come on beautiful." He smiled and you blushed embarrassingly too much. You realized that he did, in fact, call you beautiful when he walked in.
