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the twelve days of christmas | hwang hyunjin oneshot

— summary: Hwang Hyunjin was the epitome of perfection, and everyone worshiped the ground he walked on. Well, not everyone—but Y/N definitely did. To her, he was everything she ever wanted: smart, respectful, and totally hot. For years she dreamt about being with him, about holding hands and going on cute dates and maybe making out in the backseat of his Mercedes, pinning for something she knew she could never have. And this was proven to be true when Hyunjin had moved across the country following his high school graduation for university, only coming back to visit once or twice a year. He was simply out of reach, and Y/N was forced to burry her unspoken feelings towards him and forget about his entire existence. But that’s kind of hard to do, especially when he comes back out of nowhere for the holiday’s, and especially when he becomes an unexpected visitor in her house for twelve whole days.

OR, Hyunjin is Y/N’s brother’s best friend, and her crush on him never really went away, did it?

— pairing: hwang hyunjin x fem!reader

— genre: brothers-best-friend, lawyer!hyunjin au

— warnings: ! MDNI ! cursing, alcohol consumption, hyunjin is older (by 3 years), chan is y/n’s older brother, y/n is described as curvy and hyunjin is lowkey obsessed, dom!hyunjin, longhair!hyunjin, y/n is a simp for hyunjin, mutual pinning, hints of jealously, humor, fluff, slight angst, some unwanted groping, smut consisting of: making out, dry humping, choking, spitting, multiple sex positions, unprotected sex, hyunjin is a freak (but are we surprised???)

— wc: 14k+

— a/n: merry early christmas. here’s a little gift from me to you Ⰶ

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chan💩: i’m about to be at ur place

chan💩: i really hope u made the stew like mom does otherwise i’m going to scream

y/n: i followed her exact recipe, geez. i didn’t even have to make you anything 🙄

chan💩: of course u did. i’m ur big bro and u know u missed me 🧡🧡🧡

chan💩: also i hope u made enough for 3 people because i may or may not have invited someone for dinner

y/n: ??? who?

chan💩: you’ll see

chan💩: be there in five

Y/N rolled her eyes at Chan’s text, locking her phone and placing it back on the counter. She went back to the stove where the kimchi jigae was deliciously brewing, opening the lid so she could give it one more good stir before turning the heat down to low. This was Chan’s comfort meal, and of course he practically forced Y/N to make it, saying his wrist was cramped up from the flight and he simply could not bare the pain to use it to cook. Y/N had called him an idiot, but she hasn’t seen him in months, and she missed him, believe it or not. So if Chan wanted his favorite meal, he was going to get his favorite meal.

Thankfully, she had made a lot in anticipation of Chan wanting leftovers for lunch, so whoever he had so kindly invited over without consulting her first should be able to eat about two servings at least. It was probably one of Chan’s old hookups he had ran into whenever he stopped at the coffee shop down the street after ubering from the airport once he landed. This definitely wouldn’t be the first time this has happened, so really, she should have already expected it.

She walked over to her counter, lighting her vanilla scented Christmas candle in attempts to make it smell Christmas-y in here before asking Alexa to turn the volume down just a tad. She had been blaring Christmas music all day and making gingerbread cookies, dancing around the place in her fuzzy socks that had wine glasses with little santa hats on them. Christmas was easily her favorite holiday of the year and she just missed her brother being here to celebrate with her, so she wanted to go all out and bring in the vibes.

“Honey, I’m home!” The familiar Australian accent sang out through her house right as the rice finished cooking. Y/N grinned, turning around to run towards the front door, grin widening even more when seeing Chan standing there with two bags of luggage in an oversized puffer coat, beanie and hoodie covering his head. He looked warm and cozy, just as he always did.

“Channie!” She yelled out, warm arms wrapping around her, the scent of cologne invading her senses. She had missed him. It had been way too long.

“Hey, squirt,” He grinned out in response, letting out an, “ow!” when she had punched his arm.

“Stop calling me that! You know I hate that!”

“I know, that’s why I do it,” He smirked in reply, making Y/N roll her eyes. “So you gonna help me carry my luggage up to my room or nah?”

“Nah,” She replied, but picked up one of the bags anyway, “The guest bedroom is upstairs next to mine. There’s still some boxes in there but you should have enough room to put your stuff up. If not, you can take my room. I just want you to be comfortable.”

Chan looked at her, seeing the slight stress on her face, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. “Don’t worry. You know I’ll sleep on a log if I have to,” He glanced down at the bag she was holding, rolling his eyes slightly, “Give me that shit. You know I was kidding. I’m going to go put some stuff up but I’ll be down in a minute.”

Chan started going up the stairs, and Y/N went over to the door to close it, when a voice suddenly rang out in her ears, making her freeze.

“Wait! I’m coming!”

Her eyes widened slightly, glancing back over at Chan who was still going up the stairs, mumbling curses to himself each time a luggage bag hit the wall. “Chan?” Y/N called out, to which he replied with a, “Shit! Yeah?”

“Who exactly did you invite for dinner?”

The footsteps outside got louder as they got closer, and Y/N’s hands tightened around the door knob slightly.

“Oh! It’s just Hyunjin! You remember him, right?”

Just Hyunjin?

Does she remember him?

Of course she remembers him. She remembers him all too well.

The door then opened slightly as Hyunjin made his grand entrance inside, tripping over the welcome mat and stumbling slightly. He cursed under his breath as he was catching his balance, hand going up towards his face to adjust the pair of glasses that had fallen slightly on the bridge of his nose. He then glanced up, a sheepish smile gracing his lips, cheeks slightly pink from either the cold or the embarrassment from almost face planting on the floor, and Y/N’s breath hitched in her throat.

Hwang Hyunjin. Y/N had thought he was the epitome of perfection years ago, and judging by his appearance, he still was. He was dressed in a black turtleneck, a black trench coat, black skinny jeans secured with a Gucci belt, and a pair of boots. His hair was long—a lot longer than it was when she last saw him years ago—tied half-back into a short pony tail with a couple of loose pieces framing his face so elegantly. He looked ethereal, and Y/N suddenly felt embarrassed at the fact that she was only wearing a Christmas sweater with cats on it and a pair of worn-out leggings.

“Hey, Y/N,” Hyunjin warmly grinned at her, his voice almost making her fall to her knees.

She just stood there for a second, gawking at the fact that Hwang Hyunjin was standing in her apartment. Wait, Hwang Hyunjin was in her apartment! Eyes widening at that fact, she quietly cleared her throat, wanting to go run upstairs and lock herself in her bedroom and scream in her pillow.

Hwang Hyunjin was in her apartment, and he was so beautiful that it hurt.

“H-hi,” She stuttered out, straightening out her sweater a bit, hands instinctively going up to the messy bun that sat on her head to attempt to pat down some of the frizziness that she just knew was making itself apparent on her head.

“I didn’t realize you were coming over, otherwise I would have made myself more presentable. N-not because it’s you or anything. It’s just because you’re a visitor, you know? I like to look like I’m not a total slob when I have visitors over here,” Y/N began to ramble, an amused smirk forming on Hyunjin’s lips, and Y/N let out an awkward laugh when realizing she was definitely making a complete fool of herself.

“Cute,” Hyunjin mumbled to himself in reply, and Y/N almost choked.

Did he just call her… cute? Did the Hwang Hyunjin just call her… cute?

She could faint right now.

In attempts to distract the many butterflies currently swarming their way around her stomach, she cleared her throat again, wiping her now very sweaty hands on her sweater, “You still like kimchi jigae, right? It was Chan’s request. I made some for dinner. If it tastes like shit we can just order some takeout. I had to get ingredients last minute so I’m not sure if the kimchi is fermented enough.”

“I love it. I’m sure it will taste great, don’t worry about it,” He replied with a warm grin, and Y/N was thankful that he was being so kind despite the fact that he had to have known she was definitely checking him out earlier. She didn’t do a great job at hiding it.

“Cool. Nice. Great,” She let out in response, rocking back and forth slightly on the heels of her feet. Her eyes then glanced over to the enormous Louis Vuitton tote bag on his right shoulder, and she let out a, “What’s in the bag?”

Hyunjin glanced at the bag on his shoulder before looking back towards her, “Oh! Just my things for the next week and a half. Where should I put my stuff? Chan mentioned you had a guest bedroom? I also don’t mind sleeping on the couch. I’m just thankful you’ve let me stay for a bit.”

Y/N blinked, attempting to process what just came out of his mouth. Hyunjin must have seen the confused and slightly freaked out look on her face, a sheepish grin forming on his face as he awkwardly clutched the strap on his tote bag, “Did, uh—did Chan not tell you?”

“Did Chan not tell what?” Chan’s voice was heard as he skipped down the stairs, both Hyunjin and Y/N glancing over towards him at the sound.

“That I was also staying at Y/N’s place.”

Chan looked up at Y/N with an apologetic grin, “Oh, yeah! Sorry, Y/N. I meant to ask you, but I got pretty excited when I ran into him in the airport and forgot. I hope it's okay."

"Of course it's okay!" Y/N replied quickly with probably a little too much enthusiasm, but it's okay. She just wanted it to be clear that Hyunjin was definitely welcome, especially when seeing that he looked guilty as fuck standing beside the door, and she did not want him to feel bad about anything. "You know you're always welcome, Hyunjin. I just didn't realize you would be staying as well. The guest bedroom is upstairs to the right. I have a blow up mattress in the closet if you don't want to share a bed with Chan. I wouldn't blame you if you didn't."

"Hey!" Chan replied in offense, and Y/N ignored him, looking over at Hyunjin who had seemed to relax at her words. Y/N could tell that he still looked a little hesitant about the situation, so she took a step towards him to reach for his bag.

"Here, let me help you with your things. I can show you where the bedroom is while Chan goes to the kitchen to start preparing the food for us."

Chan, never being the one to protest when it comes to food, made his way towards the kitchen, Hyunjin immediately shaking his head when seeing that she was reaching for his bag, "No, I've got it! It's pretty heavy. I'll just follow you up there."

Y/N smiled in response, turning around to head up the stairs, Hyunjin right behind her. He was so close that she could smell the cologne on his skin, the hints of vanilla and pine, and it started to make her feel dizzy. She remembered that scent very well; how could she not when he was constantly leaving his clothes at their house years ago? It was like he left them on purpose so that Y/N was forced to be thinking about him 24/7, the scent always being so strong and suffocating her. In a good way, of course.

In attempt to distract herself from Hyunjin’s close proximity, she opened the door to the guest bedroom to step inside, Hyunjin following shortly after. “Here you go,” She said, gesturing towards the bedroom that only consisted of one full-sized bed and multiple un-packed boxes, “Home sweet home. I’m sorry it’s so messy. I just moved in three weeks ago and never got around to it.”

Hyunjin glanced around the room, eyes then moving over towards her, a soft smile forming on his face, “Don’t worry about it, Y/N. It doesn’t bother me at all. I know how stressful and busy it can get moving into a new place and unpacking everything. I’d be more than happy to help you unpack some if you’d like me to.”

Y/N mentally sighed dreamily at the fact that Hyunjin was still just as nice as he was all those years ago. And he was, unfortunately, still just as handsome as well. The butterflies were swarming in the pit of her stomach again at the fact that Hyunjin was standing just inches away from her with his stupid nice smile and his stupid nice hair and his stupid everything. She had to force herself to not think about the bed that was basically just calling for them to fall on top of so Y/N could finally have her way with him.

She could feel her cheeks heating up from the now vivid image in her head of Hyunjin ripping all of her clothes off of her and shoving her face into the mattress while he used her to his liking. His hands were always so nice; she remembered how she used to watch him paint in the one art class they shared in high school and how long his fingers were when he would smear the paint on the canvas to get that right shade. His hands used to be bare then, but now he had at least one ring on each finger, and Y/N could not help but think that they would look and feel so perfect wrapped around her throat.

Wait, what? Why was she thinking of that?

She cleared her throat silently, shaking her head slighty in attempt to try and get stupid Hyunjin out of her mind. But that was hard to do when he was still standing in front of her, the soft smile on his face now being replaced with a teasing smirk.

"Are you alright?" He asked with a tint of fake concern, tilting his head to the side slightly, "You look a little flushed. Maybe you should take your clothes off and spread your legs open for me on the bed."

"What?!"

Hyunjin looked at her confusingly, eyebrows raising slightly, "I asked if you were alright because you looked a little flushed. Do you need to sit down for a minute?"

"N-no, I'm fine. What did you say after that?" She replied, taking some deep breaths in attempt to calm herself down.

"Uh, all I asked was if you were alright and that you seemed flushed. What do you mean?"

What the fuck? Y/N thought to herself. She felt her stomach drop as she looked at him, the awfully confused and now concerned expression on his face. Did she just imagine him saying that? She must have because he now looked awkward as fuck and Y/N knew she looked like a flushed mess starring back at him. This was so embarrassing. And now she had to live with the embarssassment throughout dinner.

Hyunjin’s concerned eyes met hers, and he took a step forward, “Y/N, are you—“

“Are you guys coming down to eat or I am going to have to eat all of this by myself?!” Chan’s voice faintly yelled from downstairs, and Y/N thanked God for helping her get out of this awkward situation, yelling back that she would be down in a second. Hyunjin looked at her again, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly, and Y/N couldn’t bare to stare at him any longer.

“Let’s go eat before the food gets cold.” She forcefully smiled before turning around, quickly walking out of the room and away from stupid Hyunjin and his handsome face and large hands.

“What’s up with you?” Chan asked as Y/N entered the kitchen and plopped down on one of the chairs at the dining table. She ignored him, taking some sips of the water that was sitting in front of her to distract herself.

Chan looked like he was about to ask something else when Hyunjin had walked down and averted his attention, which Y/N was grateful for. What she was not grateful for was the fact that Hyunjin’s boots and coat were now off, and Y/N had to force herself to not make eye contact, especially now that she could clearly see the outline of his torso from how tight and fitting his turtleneck was. She gulped, nervously licking her lips as she reached for the spoon in the pot, carefully putting some stew into the bowl in front of her before passing it over to Hyunjin who had chosen to sit dangerously close to her.

Chan and Hyunjin then began making conversation about work and football and whatever the fuck else while Y/N decided to use this time to start eating in hopes that nobody would direct the conversation over towards her. Hyunjin just looked so different—in the absolute best way—and Y/N was filled with so many emotions at his sudden presence. I mean, she hasn’t heard from the guy in years, and the last time she did hear from him, he was in law school in Boston. She knew he had graduated awhile back from his Facebook post that she shamelessly glanced at every now and then, so why was he here?

So many thoughts were running inside her head and she so desperately wanted to catch up with him, but before she could even ask a question, Hyunjin was already speaking. “Oh, Y/N, you’ve got some stew on your chin,” He let out, and Y/N frantically looked around for her napkin to clean herself up, because of course she did, when Hyunjin had stopped her, “Let me help you.”

His soft hands were then felt on her face as he leaned in, carefully and slowly wiping the small drip of stew off of her chin before touching her bottom lip, her lips immediately parting. He grazed them with his finger for a few seconds, eyes locked downwards, before bringing the same finger up to his mouth, licking it clean. “Got it.” He whispered, eyes locked on her so sensually that Y/N would have fallen to her knees if she wasn’t sitting down, a smirk forming on his lips as he leaned back away from her.

Yeah, she’s fucked.

——>

Trying to avoid Hyunjin as much as possible deemed an impossible task.

It’s not that Y/N wanted to avoid him. It was far from that, actually. But it seemed everytime he was around her, she would break out into a nervous sweat and stare at his lips for far too long.

And Hyunjin was just so sweet. A true gentlemen—just as he always was.

The second day Hyunjin was in her house he had stayed true to his word and helped her with unpacking some of her boxes she had sitting around in the guest bedroom. She had woken up, heading downstairs to make herself a cup of coffee and some avocado toast, when she passed by the guest bedroom to see that Hyunjin was sorting out some boxes, placing the office supplies in one, decor in another, and so forth. She did a double take, gawking at the fact that he was on the floor sorting out her supplies into the appropriate boxes and not all mixed together like Y/N originally had it.

“Sorry, I just wanted to help make it easier for you when it came to unpacking. I’ve got it all sorted out so everything similar to each other is together. I hope you don’t mind.” He had told her with a sheepish grin on his face, cheeks flushing slightly when noticing she was starring at him like he had two heads. Y/N had thanked him profusely, and continued to thank him as he brought the box downstairs to start helping her set up some much needed decor around her living room and kitchen while Chan lounged on the couch watching Friends.

On the third day, Hyunjin had went out to the store and bought ingredients to make dinner.

Apparently, Hyunjin had done a lot of cooking during his free time in law school. He would watch videos on YouTube, look up recipes online, and then tweak it to make it his own. It was one way that helped him de-stress, as being a law student in a prestigious program was very stressful.

He had bought organic ingredients from the grocery store and whipped up his version of ratatouille, which he had made on a whim when the cartoon came on one evening while he was studying for one of his mid-terms. He had lit some candles Y/N had laying around, dimmed the lights just a tad, and had some soft instrumental Christmas piano music playing in the background while they ate. Throughout dinner, Y/N had noticed that she had caught him starring at her multiple times, and her cheeks flushed, as she couldn’t help but think that this had to have been a date despite Chan sitting at the head of the table.

The fourth day was the worst.

Y/N had gotten out of the shower, had just shaved her legs and underarms and finished applying her Eucerin lotion everywhere, when Chan had loudly banged on the door, announcing that he was going out for a bit to meet up with a friend in town. A couple minutes later, she heard the front door close downstairs, unwrapping the towel around her body and throwing it into the dirty clothes hamper she keeps at the corner of her bedroom. She then opened her bedroom door, stepping outside to head down the stairs so she could pour herself a glass of wine to sip on while she got ready for the day.

Now, it was very typical of Y/N to walk around naked because it’s her place, so why not? For all she knew, Chan had left about fifteen minutes ago and Hyunjin was at the gym, so it made sense for her to walk down her stairs and into her kitchen to pour herself a cool glass of wine for her to enjoy.

As she was pouring her a glass, she began humming softly to the tune of Jingle Bell Rock, the music still playing from her Alexa. Chan must have turned it on before he left, knowing how much Y/N loved to constantly listen to Christmas music during the holidays. She smiled at that thought, (Chan could be so considerate, sometimes), asking Alexa to turn it up so she would be able to hear it from upstairs whenever she’s getting ready.

She took a sip of her wine, singing louder to the song once she swallowed, swaying to the music as she lifted the glass up in front of her, careful to not drop it or make any spill out (this was a $50 bottle of wine… she was going to cherish it in this economy). As she was moving her hips and attempting to do the moonwalk, she failed to hear the front door open. She also failed to hear her name being called, beginning to sing even louder now that the song was, unfortunately, coming to an end. Hitting that last high note and giving one more sway of her hips, she then turned around with the widest grin on her face, as she was proud of that note she just hit.

However, the grin faded as quick as it came. Because she was now making eye contact with Hyunjin, who was looking at her with a specific glint in his eye that she couldn’t exactly make out, immediately placing the glass of wine on the counter beside her and letting out the loudest screech she could.

Hyunjin, realizing that he was now getting a great look at her tits and was actively starring at them, immediately covered his eyes with his hand, letting out a, “Shit, I’m sorry!”

Mortified as hell, Y/N wrapped her arms around herself, attempting to cover as much as she possibly could, letting out another screech that made Hyunjin jump, cause why was she so loud?

“Oh my god,” Y/N spoke to herself, starting to become more overwhelmed with how loud it was in here now that another song started playing. “Alexa, stop!” She yelled out, and then it was quiet.

It was too quiet. And the awkwardness was felt all throughout the kitchen. Y/N wanted to throw up.

“Oh my god,” Y/N said again, because that seemed to be the only thing she could say right now, “What… I thought you were at the gym?”

Hyunjin, still standing there with his hand over his eyes, cleared his throat slightly before responding, “Yeah. Yeah, I was. Uh… I just finished my reps earlier than expected so I came back.”

Y/N nodded her head even though he couldn’t see her, licking her lips nervously. She then took a quick glance at the muscles on his arms that she had a great view of from the cut out top he was wearing, glancing down to see… is that what she thinks it is?

“Oh my god,” She said again, face turning even redder than it was before, quickly glancing away to mouth the same words over again to herself.

“Fuck,” He let out, “I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to look.”

Before she could reply, he removed his hand from his eyes, still keeping them shut so tight that he started to look constipated, lifting his shirt over his head, a strangled noise coming out of Y/N’s mouth because what was he doing?

“Here,” He spoke out, covering his eyes back with one hand and holding his shirt out with the other, “Put my shirt on. If you want to, of course.”

She quickly stepped forward, softly grabbing the shirt from his hand and not wasting any time slipping it on. It went about halfway down her thighs and she let out a sigh of relief now that she was somewhat covered. “Thanks,” She whispered out, clearing her throat slightly, “You can, um, you can look now, I guess.”

He hesitated for a moment, peaking at her through his hand before slowly bringing it down. His eyes trailed down her body briefly, gulping slightly at the sight of her in his shirt. She felt her face heating up even more, head feeling fuzzy from the way he was looking at her and at the fact that he was now shirtless and looking like a greek god. She awkwardly grabbed her glass of wine that was still sitting on the counter.

“I’m going to, um, head back upstairs. Sorry you had to see that.” She let out, quickly walking past him and up the stairs before he could even say anything back.

Finally getting back to her bedroom, she shut her door, body leaning against it as she let out a breath of relief, taking a large gulp of the wine. That was just completely mortifying. It was worse than the one time one of her pads from her bathing suit top fell out and was floating in front of him while they were all swimming in their pool when they were teenagers. And believe her, that’s a tough one to beat.

She finished the glass of wine in one sip, letting out a noise of frustration as she walked into her bathroom. This was going to haunt her for the rest of her life. Hyunjin is never going to want to see her again after this. The thought of that simply made her want to scream.

The rest of the day she was able to successfully avoid Hyunjin. Well, until Chan came up with the brightest idea for them to all go to the bar down the street and meet up with some of his old friends from high school. Which was where she now found herself sitting at the bar, a vodka cranberry in her hand, dressed in a dark green sweater dress that was so unbelievably tight around her hips that she was surprised she could even fit in it.

“Is that your little sister?” A male voice loudly asked over the music, leaning over Chan a bit to catch a better glance at Y/N. She looked up at the sudden question, making eye contact with who she remembered as one of Chan’s teammates he was on the football team with.

“Unfortunately,” Chan replied, and Y/N wasted no time in elbowing him in his side at his reply, Chan immediately attempting to elbow her back as he laughed as if he just told the funniest joke in the world.

“What’s your name again, babe?” The guy asked, choosing to walk around Chan and stand on the other side of her, setting his drink on the table, crossing his arms and leaning closer to her.

Before she could reply that she was a little offended that he didn’t know her name from the amount of times he has seen her with Chan, another voice interrupted her, coming from behind her.

“Y/N,” The voice had called out, a little edge to it, and Y/N turned her head to see that Hyunjin was standing on the other side of her, “Y/N, do you want a refill? Another vodka cran? Or something else? Your glass is looking a little low.”

Y/N blinked, a little confused and a little flushed seeing that he actually was speaking to her even after seeing her butt ass naked earlier and completely making a fool of herself. She felt her face heating up in embarrassment as she thought back to just hours prior, suddenly feeling extra self-conscious sitting down with her thighs on display and dress hugging her so tightly she could just feel her stomach poking out. She shuffled in her seat slightly, hands coming down to sit in her lap in attempt to cover herself a little bit more. Hyunjin noticed.

“Hwang!” The guy obnoxiously shouted upon Hyunjin’s sudden arrival, moving around Y/N to stand by him, “My guy! Haven’t seen you in a hot ass minute. You a doctor yet?”

“Lawyer, actually,” He replied curtly. He never liked the guy—Drew was his name. He was always stuck-up and treated women like shit. Him and Chan only tolerated him because they were on the same football team in high school.

“Lawyer… that’s right,” Drew let out with a laugh, “Same shit.”

Before Hyunjin could let out the snarkiest comment he could think of, Drew was already walking back towards Y/N, hand coming to rest on her back. Y/N flinched.

“Hey, don’t touch my sister!” Chan let out, giving Drew a little shove. He stepped back with another laugh, hand traveling down towards the curve of her ass as he walked on the other side of her.

“Calm down, Bang,” He rolled his eyes, the same hand now slipping onto her exposed thighs. “I’m just talking. Don’t get your panties in a twist.”

“Get the fuck off of her,” Hyunjin had found himself letting out before he could stop himself, stepping between them. Chan stood up at this, immediately planting himself between the two who now looked like they wanted to beat each other up. “What the hell is going on?” Chan asked.

“He was groping your little sister! That’s what’s going on.”

Little sister. Suddenly, Y/N didn’t even care about the disgusting fact that some guy was just touching her without her permission. No, that thought was completely erased once she heard those words coming out of Hyunjin’s mouth.

Little sister. Of course she was just still Chan’s little sister to him.

As they all began to argue and yell at one another, Y/N decided to just down the rest of her drink before standing up abruptly, grabbing her coat from the back of the chair. “I’m heading home. I’ll text when I get there.” She told Chan who probably didn’t even hear her, stepping aside and walking out the front door of the bar.

The cold air immediately hit her, a shiver going down her spine. Goosebumps made themselves prominent on her thighs, and she immediately regretted the impulsive decision of wearing this tonight.

Truth be told, she wore this for Hyunjin. She found it in the back of her closet while she was searching for a decent outfit and made the decision to just try it on. It was a dress she had bought for herself a few years ago when she was much skinnier and much more confident in her body, so she was fairly surprised that she still managed to squeeze into it. She was not surprised at the fact that it was extra tight, slipping up her ass a bit when she walked and quite literally displaying every single curve she had on her body. Initially, she had felt sexy wearing it, and wanted to Hyunjin to see her in the same way. Now, she felt ugly, fat, and embarrassed.

Why would he ever see her that way?

Hyunjin was always popular, along with Chan. The two made up the entire school in every single school they’ve been in. The only thing they differed in was in academics, otherwise, they were pretty much the same person.

Hyunjin and Chan have been friends since they were both in daycare. Their mother’s were best friends, so naturally, they were, too. Always connected at the hip, always doing the same sports, always having the same interests.

When Chan and Hyunjin were both three years old, Y/N was born.

Chan was so excited when Y/N was born, as he could finally fulfill his role of being a big brother. He would babble about it all the time to his pre-school teachers, to Hyunjin, which naturally, made him excited, too. With Hyunjin being an only child, he never had the opportunity to fulfill the same big brother role that Chan did. So when Y/N was born, in a way, he was able to.

Y/N was always included in their play dates, (once she was old enough to walk, of course), and never once felt left out. She grew up playing sports with them, playing with action figures and video games and wrestling—because that’s what Hyunjin and Chan always did. And they were her best friends.

Well, they were her only friends. And she was okay with that.

Y/N had always knew that she had the biggest crush on Hyunjin, but she knew nothing would ever happen. One reason being she was three years younger and forever underage, another reason being that he was Chan’s literal best friend, and the last reason being that he only viewed her as Chan’s little sister.

And really, Y/N had to have known that still hasn’t changed, even after all this time apart. He never gave any indication growing up that he did see her as more—he always looked out for her, always made sure she was safe, always made sure she had someone to talk to and hang out with. But it was all from a brotherly standpoint. And that still hasn’t changed. And it was beyond frustrating.

She was so into her thoughts and feelings that she didn’t notice that someone had walked beside her, failing to hear the frantic feet moving against the sidewalk before coming to a stop. “Y/N, are you okay? You can’t just walk away like that. Something could have happened—are you crying?”

It was now that she realized she was crying, feeling the tears dripping down her chin and forming a puddle at her feet. She quickly wiped her hands over her eyes, turning away from him and pulling her phone out to call an Uber. She should have done this minutes ago then maybe she wouldn’t still be here now.

“Are you upset about that douchebag? God, it really pissed me off when he just touched you like that! He had no fucking right. I’m so sorry. Let me take you home—“

“I’m calling an Uber, it’s fine.” She interrupted him curtly, voice wavering slightly. Her fingers were trembling as she struggled to type on the screen, vision blurry, and Hyunjin stepped forward.

“Don’t do that,” He spoke out, reaching forward to gently grab her phone from her hands. They were ice cold. “You don’t need to do that. Chan is dealing with the douchebag and I’m going to take you home, okay?”

Y/N could feel herself crying even harder now at his words, at how brotherly he sounded. She saw him place her phone in his coat pocket, felt his hands gently bringing her into his body, smelled his familiar scent of flowers and musk, and she felt warm. Her body relaxed slightly, tears still flowing out, and she found herself following him to her car that they all rode in prior.

The ride back to Y/N’s was silent. Soft Christmas music was playing in the car, the heat on full blast, rain lightly falling outside. She pulled the hem of her dress down slightly, adjusting herself in the seat so she could directly face the window. She didn’t want to look at him, and she didn’t want him to look at her. She had already embarrassed herself in front of him two times today now. No wonder he doesn’t like her—she’s an absolute idiot.

“Thank you.” She whispered once he pulled into her driveway and turned the car off. He was starring at her now, gaze burning holes on the side of her face. She played with the hem of her dress with her fingers for a second before hearing him let out a sigh. His breath fanned the side of her face, and she shivered.

She got out of the car before he could say anything back.

——>

Y/N had managed to, once again, successfully avoid Hyunjin for three days.

Seems a little excessive, (and a little childish), but Y/N figured that the longer she could avoid him, the better off she would be. Sure she was forced to converse with him during dinner, but she kept it short and straight to the point, never saying more than necessary. If Chan noticed the shift in the air, he never said anything (he can be a bit oblivious, sometimes). Chan and Hyunjin kept acting the same as they always did, being loud and obnoxious and aggressively hot (that was directed at Hyunjin), which made Y/N think that even Hyunjin didn’t notice her acting differently towards him. And why would he notice? It’s not like he cared that much. He went a good couple years without really speaking to her, surely he doesn’t mind adding to that.

But the thing was, he did notice. And he didn’t like it very much.

Hyunjin was always observant, always attentive. It’s these qualities that led to his success in becoming a lawyer. He picked up on Y/N’s body language at the bar a few nights ago, just as he did the first day they saw each other again. She was easy to read—she always was. He knew what she wanted and was waiting on a perfect time to give her just that.

But how he is supposed to do that now when she won’t even look at him? When she will barely speak to him?

Hyunjin doesn’t know what went wrong. He knew that douchebag (he refuses to call him anything else), made her uncomfortable the other night, and he did what he was meant to do. He was looking out for her, just as he always has, but she was acting like she didn’t entirely appreciate it. And that just made Hyunjin confused.

Did she not like that? Did he come off too possessive? He didn’t think he did, but why else would she not appreciate him getting that douchebag away from her? And now she’s ignoring him? It didn’t make any sense.

So, imagine his surprise when Y/N stumbles into the bathroom as he is currently taking a piss, giggles escaping her lips as she leans against the door after closing it. Hyunjin could immediately tell that she was tipsy.

Hyunjin, taken a little off-guard at the fact that Y/N had just barged into the bathroom as he is currently mid-stream, glanced at her giggling frame and rosy cheeks before diverting his attention back to the toilet to finish his business. This isn’t the first time they’ve peed in the same bathroom before.

“Sorry, Hyunnie,” Y/N giggled out, free hand that wasn’t currently holding a drink coming up to cover her mouth, “I didn’t know you were in this bathroom, or I wouldn’t have came in! You… you should really lock the door!”

Hyunjin finished up his business, tucked his dick back into his pants, and flushed before stepping over to the sink to begin washing his hands. He could feel her starring at him, and he let out a little hum in response before drying his hands on the towel. Glancing in the mirror, he ran his hands through his long hair, fixing a couple of strands on the side of his face.

“I really didn’t mean to come in here. But since I am here, I want to say that you look very beautiful. Like, gorgeous. Seriously. Your hair is so much better than mine, Hyunnie!” She rambled out, not being able to stop herself. Hyunjin looked at her, let out a close-lipped smile, and attempted to walk past her to go out the door and back downstairs where everyone else currently was.

A tug on his arm stopped him.

“Hyunnie,” She whined out, “Why… why are you ignoring me?”

Hyunjin let out a scoff before turning back around to face her. Her eyes were wide, lips in a perfect pout, and Hyunjin had to restrain himself from leaning in. “Doesn’t feel so good, does it?” He let out. She didn’t reply, and he took this as his cue to continue, “Being ignored? You’ve been pretty great at doing that lately. You doing it on purpose or what?”

And even in her slightly drunk state, Y/N had never recalled Hyunjin speaking to her this way. He was always so polite and caring—an actual gentleman. Really, Y/N was just even more confused now than she was earlier. Was he upset that she was ignoring him? He must be, otherwise he wouldn’t be speaking to her like this and standing here looking so attractive. Y/N found herself clenching her legs together slightly at the sight of him practically towering over her looking slightly annoyed and pissed off. He glanced down, immediately noticing the action, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Sober up a bit for me, yeah?” He spoke, giving the side of her face a little pat before stealing the drink in her hand, moving away from her and out the door.

The laughing and yelling downstairs got louder for a second as the door opened, and then muffled as it closed once again, leaving Y/N standing in the bathroom more red and flushed than she was coming in.

“Squirt! Where did you go? You alright?” Chan asked once she finally worked up the courage to come back downstairs and join everyone else. That conversation seemed to have sobered her up more than she wanted it to.

She glanced over, seeing Hyunjin sitting on the couch, some of their old friends sitting around him. They were laughing, and she found herself starring a little too long at how Hyunjin’s eyes lit up at something that was said. She turned back to Chan with a grin, “Yeah! Just went to the bathroom.”

“Did you puke? I know you’re tipsy. I told you not to drink that much soju or you’ll get sick.”

“I didn’t throw up, geez,” She replied with an eye roll, “I was just peeing. And I’m not even that tipsy anymore.”

Chan looked at her, eyes squinting slightly as he studied her before letting out a hum in response, “Whatever. Just don’t puke in front of my friends, please. You already embarrass me enough.”

Y/N hit his shoulder in reply, a call of Chan and Y/N’s name causing them to both look over towards the couch where Jisung was currently waving them both over. “Ya! You two stop bickering and get over here!”

Y/N tried not to look at Hyunjin when she sat down beside him, but ultimately failed. She felt her face heating up again at the sight of him man-spreading on the couch, a shit eating grin on his face, a water bottle dangling in his hands. He looked so good that Y/N could practically feel the drool wanting to escape from her mouth, head dizzy and mind cloudy with his close presence. Why was he acting so strange so suddenly? Y/N was so confused, and hated how her body was currently reacting.

“Soju?” Minho, another one of their friends, suddenly asked, hand outstretched towards her with her favorite peach flavor in it. She wanted it so bad—felt like she needed it to help give her more confidence and stop being so jittery and embarrassing—but she thought back to Hyunjin’s words not even an hour ago, felt his gaze burning holes into her skin. She shook her head no, politely declining, before ripping the water bottle from Hyunjin’s hand, downing the rest of it in a couple gulps.

“Didn’t take you as the type to turn away from peach soju.” Chan spoke up, taking a sip of his beer.

“Hell, I’ll drink it if she doesn’t want it!” Jisung yelled out, grabbing it from Minho’s hands, immediately pouring some into the shot glasses in front of them.

Y/N put the cap back on the water bottle, clearing her throat slightly before throwing it back into Hyunjin’s lap. “Just sobering up a little more.” She stated, legs crossing, leaning back into the couch a little more. She could see Hyunjin still starring at her from her side-gaze, a smirk playing on his lips as he picked up the same water bottle and putting it on his own lips.

“You forgot a couple drops.” He mumbled after collecting the last bit in his mouth, crumpling the bottle in his hands before tossing it on the table in front of them.

Before she could even reply, the front door was opening, a couple of girls walking inside. Y/N immediately recognized one of them as Chan’s ex-girlfriend from high school. They had dated about six years before deciding to end things due to long distance. She knew they were talking again, but didn’t think she’d actually see her again.

“Y/N! Look at you!” She smiled out, walking over to embrace her in a hug. Y/N always liked her—Cassie, was her name—as she always made sure Y/N felt included and always had good intentions with her brother. She treated her as family, and that was all that mattered. “Gosh, you got even more gorgeous since the last time I saw you! And your body is banging! Like seriously, when did you get this hot?”

Y/N shoved Cassie to the side lightly at her comment, feeling her face getting hot again, “Stop it!” She giggled out, “You know you’ve always been the gorgeous one. It’s so nice to see you. It’s been so long.”

“God, I know. I’m finally back in town so I wanted to stop by and see you. We’ve got to catch up later, okay?”

Y/N nodded in response, about to let out a response when another voice interrupted her. “Hyunjin?” The voice asked—a girl’s voice—“Holy shit, is that you?”

Y/N looked over Cassie’s shoulder to see that Hyunjin’s ex-girlfriend was also making an appearance. Y/N immediately recognized her—and she was still just as gorgeous as she was years ago. Her hair was blonde now, curled to perfection, and her body was just as fit as it was when she was a senior in high school. Y/N remembered being so envious of her at the time, remembered the sleepless nights she cried in bed when she couldn’t just look like her, wishing that she could be sixteen instead of the stupid, naive, thirteen year old girl that she was forced to be instead. They had started dating when Y/N was in the seventh grade, and as embarrassing as it is to admit it, that was her first heartbreak. She remembered being so happy when she found out they broke up Hyunjin’s senior year, (she was always such a bitch to Y/N, anyway), but that happiness didn’t last very long when he was packing up his things to move to Boston. That was her second heartbreak.

“Hey, Britt,” He smiled in response, ever so polite and charming, because that’s who he always was.

Y/N tried to ignore the slight pang in her chest when she hurriedly walked over towards them, plopping herself right where she was just sitting. She had stumbled a little when Britt was getting in between them, Cassie being quick to steady her. She let out a fake laugh before Cassie began talking to her again, but she couldn’t seem to focus when all she could hear was this screeching voice behind her.

Y/N had offered to have a little get together at her place while Chan was visiting so he could hang out with his (bearable) friends who were also in town. Now, she was starting to regret that, because why was this girl suddenly all over him? And why wasn’t he pushing her away? She couldn’t have been imaging the lingering looks from Hyunjin since he’s been here, and she especially couldn’t have been imaging the obvious boner he had in his shorts after their little encounter a few days ago. Was he just messing with her all this time? Is she just making things up?

Her head was starting to hurt. And the fact that she could now see that Britt was currently placing her hand on his thigh and he was making no effort to move it off proves that she was just, in fact, an idiot.

Hyunjin would never like her the same way. It was time to accept that.

“I’m going to head to my room for a second.” She told Cassie after letting her ramble for a bit.

“Okay! I’ll find you later!” She softly smiled back, giving her another quick hug before making her way over to Chan.

She saw how Chan’s demeanor instantly changed when she approached him, saw the fondness in his eyes when she embraced him. Y/N felt her eyes tearing up slightly—that’s all she’s ever wanted. She wanted someone to look at her that way, wanted someone to still hold the same love for her even when life doesn’t go as planned—she wanted to be loved, and she wanted to love. And stupidly, she wanted that with Hyunjin.

Y/N quickly maneuvered her way around everyone, heading up her stairs and going into her bedroom, shutting the door quietly. She could hear the Christmas music faintly, and while this normally gets her in a good mood, she couldn’t bring herself to stop thinking about Hyunjin. Hyunjin, who was so successful and so elegant and so confident. Hyunjin, who taught her how to throw a football and always let her win when they played against each other. Hyunjin, who played house with her when Chan wouldn’t.

It was always Hyunjin.

A sharp knock on her door interrupted her thoughts, and she let out a sigh. “I’ll be back down in a minute, Chan!” She yelled out, laying down on her bed. The knocking persisted, and Y/N let out a groan in annoyance as she walked to the door, slinging it open.

“I said I’ll—“

Her yelling was cut short as she faced the one person that was constantly on her mind. She froze for a second, taking in the fact that he was standing at her bedroom door, blankly starring at her.

“Can I come in?”

She didn’t trust herself to speak, so she simply nodded instead, walking back over to sit back down on her bed. He closed the door, and it was just now that she noticed that he had locked it as well.

“Why did you lock—“

She couldn’t finish the rest of her question, as Hyunjin’s lips were now on her own, the force of it causing her to lean backwards onto the bed, him coming down with her. Her eyes were wide open, heart beat running wild, because was he actually kissing her right now?

She noticed his eyes were closed, his lips moving slow around hers, almost as if he was savoring this moment. She was so overwhelmed by his scent, by his presence, by him that she couldn’t think to do anything back.

He pulled away slowly, eyes opening. Y/N felt her body tensing up. “Are you sober?” He suddenly asked.

Y/N felt her ears ringing. “Am I… isn’t that something you should ask me before you kiss me?”

He smirked, a little laugh escaping his lips, “It is. But I couldn’t help myself. I’m sorry.”

Y/N blinked in reply, still processing what the hell just happened. Hyunjin could sense her shock, could tell that she was tense and didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable, so he pulled back to give her some space, only to find himself crashing back into her once she gripped the front of his shirt and pulled him back towards her.

“I was only tipsy earlier. I’m sober enough,” She found herself whining out, “Please.”

That was all he needed to put his lips back on hers.

She moved her hands up towards his hair, tugging at it lightly, a low groan escaping his mouth. She let out a soft whimper at the sound, legs tensing up, and she bit his bottom lip before slipping her tongue inside. One of his hands slid up her thigh, suddenly giving it a hard smack, and she whimpered again, hips pushing towards him.

He pulled away, smirking when she chased his lips, “Scoot back on your bed for me, would you?”

It was embarrassing how easily she obeyed him, scrambling towards the head of her bed and leaning her body against it. She didn’t have time to think of it too much as he began unbuckling his belt, dark eyes trailing every inch of her body.

“Take your leggings off.” He spoke in a low tone, voice raspy. His lips were red and softly bleeding from where she bit him, and he looked absolutely divine.

She lifted her bottom, slipping them off of her legs and throwing them on the floor beside her. He immediately groaned when he saw her laying there, white lace panties on with a small wet patch that’s exactly where he wants his mouth to be. The sound had her breathing heavy in excitement, goosebumps forming on her skin as he proceeded to sling his belt across the room before slipping his jeans off, eyes trained on her clothed pussy.

She found herself letting out another whimper when he was finally down to his briefs, outline of his dick so prominent that she could practically feel herself drooling. She had always knew he was big—she heard it multiple times—but she had never actually seen it. Sure she had found herself glancing at it whenever he wore grey sweatpants around their house, (she knows it’s so wrong, but can you really blame her?), but seeing how long and thick it looked straining against his tight briefs was something totally different.

He quickly tugged his shirt over his head with one hand, the other coming down to rub against his dick through his briefs. He smirked at her again, noticing how her legs began rubbing against each other, before crawling towards her on the bed. Her legs immediately opened, and he slotted himself perfectly between them.

“Fuck,” He mumbled out through kisses, buckling his hips up into her, the friction making them both moan out, “Can I eat you out?”

Y/N eagerly nodded her head in response, his fingers dancing across her core distracting her. “Use your words, baby. Need to hear you.”

He pinched her clit through her panties, a gasp escaping her lips as she threw her head back, chest moving upwards towards his face. He wasted no time in burying his face between her tits, biting and sucking at the skin.

She cursed out, sitting up a little to pull her crop-top off, and Hyunjin let out another groan when seeing her breasts practically spilling out of her bra. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous. But I’m not doing anything until you use your words,” He let out before roughly pinching her clit once again, the sting making her buckle her hips towards him, “Now, I’m gonna ask this one more time. Can I eat you out? Promise it’ll be so good.”

“Y-yes,” She stuttered out, voice barely reaching her ears, and he gave her clit a hard smack, the force so intense it made her body jolt.

“Say it like you mean it,” He spit out, “I’m not taking that short bullshit. Use your words and tell me.”

She choked out a moan, “Y-yes! Eat me out, please, Hyunnie! I need it so bad, please!”

That seemed to satisfy him enough, as he let out a pleased hum, ripping the panties off and throwing them off to the side. He chuckled darkly at the sight of her soaked cunt, glistening so elegantly in front of him, so ready for him.

He blew on it softly, another whimper falling from her lips. “Here’s how this is gonna go. I’m gonna eat this pretty pussy until you cum all over my mouth. And then I’m gonna make you taste it, taste you. And then, I’m gonna fuck you until your legs give out and you beg for me to stop. Sound good?”

Y/N could not believe her ears. “Is this actually happening right now?” She spoke her inner thoughts out aloud, wanting to pinch herself to see if she was just having another dream.

“It is, baby,” He replied, voice a little softer than it was previously, and she glanced down to see him smiling at her between her legs, a fond expression on his face.

She tried to close her legs, suddenly becoming fully aware that Hyunjin was currently laying in-between them with his face centimeters away from her pussy, but he quickly stopped her, forcing them back open. He looked up at her, “Don’t hide from me. What’s wrong? Do you want to stop?”

“N-no! Of course I don’t want to stop!” She replied embarrassingly quick, wanting to slap herself for sounding so needy, “I just… can’t believe this is happening. Sorry. I’m ruining the mood.”

“You’re not,” He replied back, hand trailing up to grab her hand, “I can see you overthinking. We’ll talk about it later, okay? I promise. I’m just hard as a fucking rock right now and really want to eat you out. You smell fucking divine.”

“Oh my god,” She whimpered out at his words, hands coming up to grab at his long hair, pushing him into her, “Do it, then. Please.”

“Please what?” He smirked against her, giving little pecks against her center.

“Please, Hyunnie.”

Y/N had, embarrassingly, had many wet dreams about this scenario. She had imagined what it would feel like, what it would be like, how it would go. She knew that Hyunjin was experienced—far more experienced than she ever was—and she knew that no matter what, it would be good. But nothing had prepared for this.

“Oh my god,” She moaned out, hips grinding against his mouth, hands pulling at his hair. He let out a groan at the feeling, eyes almost rolling back to the back of his head at the taste of her and the slight sting of her pulling at his hair.

He licked into her, fucking her open with his tongue, hands griping her hips so tight to keep her in place. He let out a low moan, collecting every single bit of her on his lips, dick painfully straining against his briefs. He found himself grinding against the bed in search of some form of release.

“Hyunnie,” She loudly whined out, feeling two fingers enter inside of her, immediately hitting that sweet spot. Her toes curled as she opened her legs even wider to give Hyunjin more access, hips rocking upwards to match the movement of his fingers inside her. It was when he added a third finger, lips harshly wrapping and sucking around her clit, that she saw stars.

“Holy fuck,” She let out, back arching off the bed, legs shaking so violently, his name falling from her lips like a mantra.

Her whole body felt limp. She felt like she was floating—felt so warm and so fuzzy—ears ringing, vision blurry. She felt some movement beneath her, warm hands gliding up her thighs slowly until they reached the side of her face, giving it a small tap.

“Open up for me, pretty.”

The words hung in the air for a few short seconds before her eyes finally seemed to focus in front of her. She felt her heart fall into her ass when seeing Hyunjin facing her, lips glistening with what she could only assume was herself, eyes dark and heavy. He was waiting so patiently, waiting so perfectly, and like a sailor falling into a sirens voice, she fell into his.

Her mouth opened, and he wickedly grinned, hand coming down to wrap around her throat. “Good girl,” He murmured before spitting directly into her mouth, “Swallow.”

She immediately obeyed, still in somewhat of a daze, some drool falling down from the corner of her lips. She let out a loud moan when he suddenly squeezed her throat, lips trailing down towards her breasts still spilling out of her bra, his free hand gusting over her core, making her whimper from the sensitivity.

“You know, I would love to see your gorgeous face whenever I fuck you for the very first time,” He stated lowly, hand creeping around towards her backside to grab ahold of her ass, “But I think I want to see you drip for me more.”

He flipped her around so fast that she felt like she got whiplash, now face down and ass up, still a little dazed from the mind-blowing orgasm she just had. She felt his hands massaging her ass, arching her back a little more to get her where he wants her. “Is this okay?” He asked softly, giving a complete 360 from earlier.

“Fuck yes,” She let out in reply, inner thoughts not able to stop themselves from tumbling out as she backed up into him more. She was simply never going to recover from this. “Please, Hyunnie—just do whatever you want to me. Use me, fuck me, please.”

She knew she was becoming a whimpering mess, tears already forming in her eyes at the thought of what was to come, because this was Hyunjin—the same Hyunjin she had been pinning over since she was able to form coherent thoughts. And she will be damned if she lets this opportunity go to waste.

His breath hitched at her reply, a playful smirk forming on his lips, dick twitching in his briefs. He mumbled out a reply that Y/N couldn’t quite comprehend before she heard the bed creaking slightly behind her as Hyunjin was pushing his briefs down. She tried to turn her head so she could finally see him, letting out a slight groan when he had forcefully pushed her back down on the bed, face stuffed into her pillows.

“Stay down,” He roughly let out, “I didn’t say you could look at me. Don’t think you’ve earned that privilege yet, hm?”

“Hyunnie, please,” She whimpered out in reply, wiggling her ass back a little more to—“Oh,” She suddenly moaned out, feeling his bare dick against her ass. She pushed back a little more, even going as far to shake her ass a bit on him, and she felt her pussy clench when she heard him let out a moan.

She did it again just so she could hear that sound come from his lips again just as he grabbed his dick to slowly rub against her folds. “So needy,” He mumbled out, watching the tip of his dick get coated in her essence. The sight was mesmerizing. “How long have you wanted this, hm? Tell me.”

She whimpered in reply, already about to cum again just from this, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. A harsh slap on her ass made her jolt forward, a loud moan escaping her lips, and yeah—she was so close already.

“Fuck,” She whimpered out, really wanting him to do that again but knowing she would definitely cum if he did and she at least wanted to feel him inside of her, “T-too long. Way too long. Please, please fuck me. I need it so b-bad.”

He hummed in reply, biting his lip at the way her ass was currently grinding onto him, watching it jiggle so perfectly. “Hm, I don’t believe you. You’re gonna have to do better than that if you want me to fuck you.”

Y/N could sob from the anticipation, tears threatening to escape her eyes as she choked out a reply, “I’ve wanted this for so long, I’ve wanted you for so long, Hyunnie. Everytime I slept with someone I couldn’t help but imagine that it was you—I had to think about you to finish every single time. P-please, Hyunnie, please just fuck me, I know you’d give it to me so good. This is all I’ve ever wanted—please.”

“Holy shit,” He let out an exasperated laugh, “You’re so obsessed with me. I fucking love it.”

“Y-yes, Hyunnie, I am!” She cried out, so turned on that she didn’t even care how pathetic she looked right now, “Fuck me raw, please—“

Her desperate pleas were cut short as she jolted forward, a loud moan coming out of both of their mouths as he finally snapped his hips into her. He felt so big and so thick inside of her that she wanted to scream—it was even better than she had imagined.

“This is what you wanted, right?” He breathed out, hands spreading her ass cheeks apart so he could get a good look of her pussy swallowing him whole, “Fuck, you’re so wet. And so fucking tight—you’re taking me so well, baby. Such a good girl letting me fuck her tight pussy like this.”

He was relentless, pounding into her at a pace that literally had her seeing stars for the second time tonight, and she felt her body shake as that same feeling hit her again, “I’m about to—f-fuck, Hyunjin,” She babbled out his name until she couldn’t anymore, back arching as she let out a muffled scream, eyes rolling into the back of her head.

“Fuck yes, baby, cream all over my cock,” Hyunjin moaned out, slowing his pace down a bit so he could collect his thoughts. That didn’t last too long though, as he was now flipping her over onto her back, thrusting into her at that same pace.

His dick was coated with her juices, dripping down all over his pelvis and down his thighs. Her pussy was swollen, so puffy and so wet, and the sight alone made him want to burry his face back in between her legs. But his dick was painfully hard, and she felt so perfect sucking him in that he would have to save that for later.

“Look at you,” He moaned out, eyes finally moving away from her pussy and up towards her face, “You’re so cock-drunk. You’re fucking drooling. You love the way my dick feels in your wet pussy, don’t you? Just love swallowing me whole like this… love creaming all over my cock? Tell me, is this what you’ve been imaging all this time?”

Y/N let out a sob, tears falling down her face. She was so overstimulated that it hurt, wanting him to stop but wanting him to finish inside her more. She let out a chorus of please’s and Hyunnie’s, not really knowing what she was begging for at this point.

Her hips jerked upwards, legs shaking violently once she felt his fingers harshly rubbing against her clit. He moved his body down until he was close to her face, using his free hand to grab ahold of her cheeks, moving her face so she was forced to look him in the eye. “Tell me,” He breathed out, “Tell me how obsessed you are with me, and I might let you cum on my cock again.”

Y/N cursed out, a little fucked out, and felt her cheeks heating up when seeing how close he was to her. “I-I’m so obsessed with you, Hyunnie,” She moaned out, beginning to feel that familiar pit forming in her stomach, “So obsessed. A-all I think about is you. I would let you use me every single day like this—I-I love your cock, Hyunnie. Please—“

He cut her off by kissing her, all teeth and tongue, mouths crashing together like they were both starved. Spit was dripping down their mouths, his fingers sped up against her clit, his thrusts became more sporadic—and Y/N’s mind became fuzzy as he quite literally fucked her dumb.

Her mouth opened against his, head tilting back onto the pillow behind her, back arching and body shaking, a pool of wetness pouring down her thighs… and did she just—

“Fuck, baby,” Hyunjin groaned out, cock filling her to the brim as he suddenly stopped his movements, letting out the whiniest moan Y/N has ever heard, before finishing inside her.

The faint sound of the Christmas music playing downstairs seemed to grow a little louder once the ringing in her ears stopped. Hyunjin’s body slumped over hers, both of them a panting mess. Y/N didn’t know where to put her hands, so she kept them awkwardly laying on the bed beside her, although she really wanted to thread them through his hair. His soft, luscious hair—

“You really owned up to Chan’s nickname for you, didn’t you?” Hyunjin laughed out, wincing a little as he slowly pulled out of her, flopping down on his back beside her with a soft groan.

Y/N felt herself begin to panic at his words, suddenly sitting up, frantically looking towards the bedroom door cause what the fuck just happened? “Shit… Chan!” She let out, chest moving up and down rapidly, finally coming back to her senses, “Oh my god. Chan… you… me… he’s literally your best friend! And he’s literally downstairs! I just fucked his best friend while he was downstairs!”

Hyunjin turned to look at her, hand coming up to softly grab ahold of her arm, “Y/N… hey, look at me—“

“Oh my god!” She whispered out again, completely mortified, “And all of his friends are downstairs! Did they hear us? Did he hear us? Oh, god—“

“Y/N!” Hyunjin loudly interrupted her. The tone of his voice making her jump, and she slowly turned to look at him, wanting to immediately hide under the covers once she did because why did he just look so good? “Baby, I need you to calm down. It’s not that deep, okay? Just calm down a minute.”

Her face immediately warmed up at his words and she suddenly became aware that she was practically naked in front of him sitting in a pool of her essence and—“This is so embarrassing,” She groaned out, covering her face with her hands, before realizing what she said and quickly rephrasing it, “I-I mean this isn’t embarrassing! What we just did, you know? I meant I feel embarrassed because… you know. But what we just did is far from embarrassing, trust me. I’ve been wanting this to happen for forever it seems like. I mean, wait, uh…” She trailed off, the amused expression on Hyunjin’s face causing her to want to die immediately. She let out an awkward laugh, about to book it to the bathroom, when he stopped her.

“Come here,” He mumbled out softly, slightly tugging her arm and flicking his head towards the side of his arm that was currently stretched out on the bed. She hesitantly obeyed, curling into him, stuffing her face into his neck so he couldn’t see her.

His arm wasted no time in wrapping around her body, pulling her closer. She felt content—slowly breathing in his scent, immersing herself in his warmth, in him—letting out a quiet sigh, hand shyly reaching over to lay on his chest. His heart was pounding and she smiled a little at the fact that it wasn’t just her.

It was quiet for a few moments until he let out a, “Can we talk?”

She nervously gulped, not wanting to talk so soon because she just didn’t really want this moment to end, but knowing there was a lot to be said. So she nodded her head in reply, not trusting herself to speak quite yet, mentally preparing herself for the stinging rejection she was about to face.

“Look at me, Y/N.” He spoke, and she lifted her head up, finding him already starring down at her. His eyes were sparkling, gazing at her with so much intensity that it made her weak. He was breathtaking—he always had been. She wished she could stay like this forever.

“Hey,” He smiled, hand coming up to tuck a piece of her hair behind her ear that had fallen onto her face. She felt her chest tighten up. “Hi,” She whispered back, wanting to hide her face back into his neck.

“Firstly, I want to apologize,” He started, eyes zeroing in on her lips before glancing back at her, “I’m sorry if I got too carried away and ended up hurting you. I really just couldn’t help myself. But I should have asked if you were okay more, and next time, I will. You just make me feel insane.” He laughed, and Y/N could feel her heart beating out of her chest.

“Secondly, I want to say that you don’t need to worry about your brother. I talked to him before this, and he approves. He’s apparently been expecting for us to get together for a while now. I just haven’t found a good time to act on it. Just been really busy lately. I’m sorry for that.”

“Wait,” Y/N interrupted him, sitting up slightly, “You talked to Chan? And he approves? Approves of what, us sleeping together?”

Hyunjin’s cheeks turned a slight shade of red and he let out another laugh before responding, “Well, not exactly that part… but me pursuing you, yeah. He approves of us.”

Us. The word hung in the air for a few seconds. Y/N opened her mouth to reply, but no words came out. Hyunjin looked at her, a sheepish grin on his face, “Well, that’s if you’ll let me. Which brings me to my third point… I like you, Y/N. I have for a while, I think.”

She could not believe her ears. “What… how long?”

“Maybe about four years now?” He replied, and Y/N could feel herself wanting to explode, “I mean, I’ve always cared about you. That never changed. I just started seeing you in a different light, then. Kinda scared me, to be honest.”

“Why did you never say anything?!” She squeaked out, feeling slightly annoyed that he had been feeling the same for years and just decided to let her suffer alone, “You had me feeling crazy! You’ve wanted me for four years and just never said anything?! I’ve wanted you since I was eight! That’s so cruel, Hyunjin.”

“Okay, to be fair, you always posted these little boys on your Instagram stories. Didn’t know if you were dating those fuckers or what, so obviously, I’m going to keep my distance.”

Y/N let out a scoff, “Seriously? You could’ve just asked Chan! He would’ve gladly told you I was single! I was just fucking around with those other guys to try and get my mind off of you and your stupid lawyer brain!”

“Yeah, I think you told me that once or twice,” He smirked, glancing down at her thighs that were now coated in dried up cum—his dried up cum. He laid his hand on her thigh, sliding it in-between them in attempts to spread them open so he could get a better look, “Wanna tell me again? I think I need a refresher.”

“You’re a menace,” She replied, trying to ignore the way her pussy fluttered just from his touch, “I’ve never came that hard in my life. I’m sorry if that was gross.”

“That was quite literally the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire existence.”

Y/N hid her face in her hands again, clamping her thighs shut, and Hyunjin let out a fond laugh. “Stop being so shy. I wanna see you. I like the way you look at me.”

He softly grabbed her hands away from her face, wrapping them around his neck. He smiled at her, hands caressing her cheeks so tenderly. “We can make this whatever you want it to be,” He whispered out, “I just want you to know how I feel. And I’d love to make up for lost time.”

Y/N starred at him, the thirteen year old her internally screaming at her to just kiss him! “You already know what I want, Hyunnie.” She whispered in reply before doing just that.

This kiss felt different. It was slow, tender, and it was just him, and she never wanted it to stop. His lips felt so perfectly on her own, and she decided that this was exactly where she wanted to be, dried cum and all.

Loud laughter was heard downstairs, and Hyunjin pulled away for a second to glance at the door before looking back at her. “We should go downstairs before your brother starts getting suspicious.”

“Didn’t you say he approves?” Y/N teased him, and he rolled his eyes slightly.

“Yes, but he didn’t approve of me fucking you while he’s in the same building. And you know he’ll beat my ass.”

Y/N rolled her eyes in response, about to reply when a harsh knock on the door startled them both.

“Hwang, I know I told you it was okay to go after my sister, but you better not be doing what I think you are or I’m gonna beat your skinny ass!”

“See?” He whispered, a slightly frantic look on his face as he glanced at the door like Chan was going to teleport through it any second now.

Y/N giggled, giving him a peck on the lips, “You’re an idiot.”

“Hello?!” Chan’s voice yelled out again, “Are you ignoring me?!”

——>

It was on the eleventh day of Christmas that Y/N had realized that she loved Hyunjin.

It wasn’t unexpected, considering she had been pinning after him for years, but it did scare her. It wasn’t that she was scared to love him—she was scared of loving him from a distance—because tomorrow, he would fly back to Boston and she would still be stuck here across the country. And really, she just didn’t know how she felt about that. It’s not that she doesn’t trust him, she trusts him with her life, it’s just the fact that he would be gone just as quick as he got here.

The past few days have been nothing but a dream—full of laughs and reminiscences and quiet orgasms when Chan was passed out in the guest room—and really, she couldn’t ask for anything, or anyone, better. But her mind was starting to fill with many what if’s, and it was really starting to bother her. It was Christmas Eve, and normally she would be in a much better mood, but her thoughts were running wild and she just felt empty.

She didn’t realize how spaced out she actually was until she felt a pair of warm arms embrace her from behind, knocking her back to her senses. “Hey,” Hyunjin mumbled into the skin on her neck before planting a quick kiss there, “You okay? You’ve been starring at the same cookie cutter for the past ten minutes.”

“Yeah, I’m good. Just spaced out a little. Sorry.” She replied, glancing over to see Chan and Cassie were cuddled together on the couch, soft giggles escaping their mouths. She found herself smiling a little at the sight—she loved seeing her brother happy.

Hyunjin let out a little hum in reply, head resting on her shoulder, his hair tickling the side of her face. She looked at Chan and Cassie again, heard their giggles getting louder, saw their bodies moving closer—and she let out a sigh.

“Actually, I’m not fine,” She spoke out, turning her body around so she could face him, hands grabbing ahold of his so softly, “Can we talk for a minute?”

Hyunjin’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, “Yeah, of course—“

“You lovers ready to play Catan yet or nah?” Chan’s voice interrupted him.

“Yeah, just give us a minute,” Hyunjin replied back, and Y/N grabbed his hand to gently tug him outside on the back porch, both of them immediately shivering once they stepped into the cold air.

“Fuck, we couldn’t do this inside where it’s warm?” Hyunjin laughed out, attempting to lighten the mood a bit but also half-serious. Y/N didn’t reply, nervously rocking back and forth on her feet, hands gripping his a little tighter.

“Hi,” She decided to say instead, looking him in the eyes and feeling like she could just melt right here in front of him.

His eyes danced across her face a few times, slightly confused a little freaked out, before he mumbled out a, “Hey.”

Y/N let out a breath before responding, “So, um… something has just been bothering me all day. I didn’t know how to bring it up, or when to bring it up, because I didn’t want to ruin the mood or anything. I mean, it’s Christmas Eve, you know? The last thing I want to do is ruin the mood. Especially on Christmas Eve—“

“Y/N—“

“What’s going to happen to us when you leave tomorrow?” She finally spit out in a word vomit, heart thumping violently in her chest, “I mean, you’re going back to Boston… going back to your job, and I’m still going to be here, without you. Which is fine. I don’t need to be around you all the time, although you know I would never complain if I were. But I guess what I’m really trying to figure out is… are we going to, you know, be okay? Like will we—“

“Y/N, baby,” Hyunjin grinned out, “You brought me all the way out here in the freezing cold just to ask me that? I thought you were about to break up with me already.”

“Are you crazy?!” She quickly replied, “I would never. I love you way too much.”

Her eyes widened once she realized what she said, praying that he didn’t hear that—“You love me?” He asked, a fond, yet playful expression gracing his face.

“So much that it physically hurts,” She whispered back, his eyes twinkling, “That’s why I’m scared. I don’t… I don’t want us to fall apart when we just got put together.”

Hyunjin pulled her towards him, placing her hands on the side of his neck, his coming down to rest on her hips, pushing her more into him, “You know, I was going to wait until tomorrow to tell you this, but I won’t be going back to Boston. Not tomorrow, not ever. Because I actually just recently accepted a new job that’s about an hour from here, and I don’t mind commuting there everyday as long as I get to come home to you.”

“What?” Y/N laughed out in disbelief, because what the fuck? “Wait… did you plan this entire thing?”

“Maybe,” He smirked, and Y/N shoved him away from her.

“You’re a menace! And you’re insane!” She started to laugh, but it got caught in her throat as he swiftly pulled her back towards him.

“And you love me,” He mumbled out, forehead tilting down to rest against her own, “And I love you.”

It was almost as if there were fireworks going off behind them, because never in a million years would she expect to hear those words escape Hwang Hyunjin’s mouth, much less to her. She looked at him, saw the twinkle in his eyes, the slight pinkness to his cheeks, the way his hair flew so messily around him from the wind—and she in this moment, she realized this is exactly where she wanted to be, freezing cold and all.

“You gonna kiss me under the mistletoe finally so we can skedaddle back inside where it’s warm and maybe sneak upstairs for a quickie?”

She let out a scoff, slowly bringing his head down towards her, “Idiot.” She mumbled out.

“Your idiot.” He grinned, meeting her halfway to place his lips on hers. They were cold and slightly chapped, but Y/N really couldn’t ask for anything better.

“Hwang!” Chan’s voice was suddenly heart from behind the closed door, both of them pulling back, “You better not be doing what I think you’re doing or I’m gonna beat your skinny ass again!”

Hyunjin’s eyes went wide, immediately stepping away from the door in case he decided to plummet through,“How does he know?!”

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