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—That's The Way I Loved You—

Summary: It was supposed to be a secret. No one—as in absolutely no one—was supposed to know you were that type of person. A fanfiction writer for fun. It wad harmless, right? Not until your family friend's son and your biggest enemy—Jeonghan—manages to find out, and he decides to use it against you for his own gain.

Pairing: Yoon Jeonghan x Fem!reader

Warnings/tags: 18+ MDNI, smut, fluff, angst, crackfic, college au, non idol au, enemies to frienemies to lovers, fake dating, lowkey forced proximity, flashbacks, Jeonghan is an asshole at first, but don’t worry, he changes, very self-indulgent since I AM a fanfiction writer lmfao, vague american football mentions (I have no prior knowledge to how playoffs work in college except for my romance books), mentions of alcohol consumption, protected to unprotected sex, p in v, creampies, slight breeding kink (if you squint), oral sex (f & m receiving), multiple sex scenes, dom!Jeonghan, praise kink, pet names, semi-public sex, car sex, best friend!97 line, mention of Twice members as friends.

A/N: Part two because tumblr fucking sucks but it is here lol. Anyways, this not how I depict the idols in real life, this is purely a work of fiction! Enjoy!!

Word count: 27.5k (out of 41.5k)

Dividers from @diviniyae

Title from That's The Way I Loved You by Taylor Swift

PART 1 || PART 2 || BONUS

SATURDAY, 5:47 AM

Early in the morning, you stirred, uncomfortable and groggy as you shifted slightly. Still clouded with sleep, you groaned when you couldn't move, something warm enveloping you…

You frowned, not remembering bringing your weighted blanket with you. You shifted once more before hearing a grunt behind you, confusing you. As you opened your eyes, you looked around, seeing the time on your alarm clock and groaning at how early it was before looking down to see an arm around your waist.

Since when did you sleep with someone in your bed—

Wait. Jeonghan.

You clenched your jaw as you wriggled around, trying to get out of his grasp, only for him to tighten his hold on you and let out a strained noise.

“Stop... stop moving,” he muttered tiredly, another strained grunt leaving his lips.

“Let go of me, then—” you grumbled, as you continued to move before freezing suddenly.

Jeonghan cursed under his breath as you realised the hard poking feeling against your lower back. You clenched your jaw before speaking up. “What... what is that?”

“What do you think, angel?” His voice was as strained as yours, but there was a hint of a teasing tone. You shrieked, scrambling off the bed as you glared at him. He rubbed the sleep off his eyes as he sighed.

“It's natural, you know. Plus, you were rubbing yourself all over me—”

“I was not rubbing myself against you!” You hissed as you hugged yourself, cold from the morning air and the loss of his body heat.

You could feel your nipples pebbling, and Jeonghan was shamelessly gawking, his sleepy eyes staring at your chest. A scoff left your lips as you crossed your arms against your chest, trying to cover yourself.

“Come back to bed, you're cold, and it's too early to start arguing, we both know it.” He reasoned with you, patting the empty space you had left.

“I'm not getting in bed with you while you have a hard-on!” Your scowl deepened, and he rolled his eyes.

“It's down now, you turned me off when you started shrieking like a freak.” Jeonghan patted the space once more. “Come back to bed, now.”

“I'm sleeping on the couch.”

You were about to head to your sofa when he grabbed your wrist, tugging you back into bed with him as you squealed. He kept you trapped against his chest, not letting you move an inch as he made you lie on top of him.

“Stop moving, or you'll give me another hard-on,” he threatened, and that settled you down. He grinned as you huffed, clenching your jaw as you pressed your cheek against his chest. “Go back to sleep.”

“Fuck you.”

“I mean gladly, but your rules prevent me from doing that.” He chuckled when you managed to get your arms free and hit him. “Just go back to sleep, angel, stop trying to fight me so early in the morning.”

You could hear snickering. You furrowed your brows sleepily as you started to wake up once more, opening your eyes as you saw your mother and younger brother, Tommy, tugging your mom as she took a picture of you on top of Jeonghan.

“Mom–?” You muttered groggily as she cooed at you. You grumbled something incoherent as she giggled at how dishevelled you looked.

“Good morning, sleepyhead. You seem to have a little drool there, hm?”

Jeonghan stirred at the commotion, his grip tightening on you before opening his eyes with his face lightly scrunched. “Wha–what’s going on..?”

“Oop, they’re waking up, let’s go before they start yelling at us, hun,” your mom murmured as she ushered your younger brother out of your room and closed the door.

“What the fuck was that..?” Jeonghan muttered as he looked at you, his eyes half-open. You were about to shrug when you realised what position you were in and how close he was, before you shuffled off him, falling from your bed in the process.

“Why the hell are you sleeping on my bed?!” You hissed at him as you brought the blanket along, wrapping yourself like a burrito in it, leaving Jeonghan blanketless. “You were supposed to be sleeping on the couch, remember?”

“Angel, I think you’re experiencing short-term memory loss, because from my standpoint, you were drooling against my chest, and sleeping peacefully a moment ago. And we agreed we’d sleep on the same bed because we’re together, hm?”

Right. The fucking fake dating deal from yesterday. You had hoped it was just a nightmare within a nightmare, that Jeonghan didn’t actually read your work and… and had a boner because of you just a few hours ago. Closing your eyes and looking up at your ceiling with a sigh, you tried to recollect your scrambled thoughts.

Fake dating your enemy for two weeks. The rules. Good god, why do these things happen to you?

“I suggest we go downstairs together—” Jeonghan sat up, rubbing his eyes before you cut him off by grabbing him and pushing him out of your room.

“No, get out, I need to make a call.” You gave him a quick fake smile before slamming the door in front of his face. Scrambling to grab your phone, you immediately Facetimed Mingyu.

He answered after four rings, a groan leaving him as he was enveloped by sheets. “The fuck do you want? It’s like 8:30 on a Saturday…”

“I need to talk to you about something very important, and you can’t tell anyone, I mean anyone, not even Hao or Seokmin.”

“Uhhh… okay? What is it?” He rubbed the sleep away from his face as he looked at the screen with a scrunched expression. “Are you dating Jeonghan or something?”

That made you freeze. How the hell did he know? Did Jeonghan say something to him before you could? I mean, he couldn’t have just announced that you were his girlfriend, right—

Scratch that. Yoon Jeonghan totally would do that if he wanted to.

You shook it off mentally before schooling your expression and cleared your throat. Your silence caught Mingyu’s attention, making him open his eyes wider as he connected the mental dots in his head.

“You’re dating Jeonghan?!” He practically screamed, seeing him sit up as he rubbed the remnants of sleep from his face once more over the screen. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me… Was that why he texted me last night?”

“He what?” You furrowed your brows at your best friend’s words as his lips turned into a thin line, a tell when he was trying to hide something. “Yah, Kim Mingyu, spill.”

He groaned, running his fingers through his bedhead, looking exasperated as hell. “He texted me to ask about the things you liked. I thought it was suspicious, but he said it was “an olive branch of sorts.” And now you’re calling me. You’re gone for one day, sweetcheeks. What the hell happened?”

“Well—er, we just.. Uhm..” You faltered, unsure of how to explain it to him. Mingyu was your best friend—he’d read you like a book if you lied. He’s been there through thick and thin, so there was no point in hiding this from him, right? Scratching your neck, you bit your lower lip and opened your mouth to speak before a loud knock came to your door.

“Babe, your mom is calling us. Is your call going to take longer? Breakfast is already on the table.” You could hear Jeonghan’s voice through the other side of the door, making you look at your confused best friend before looking back at the door.

“Give me a second, Hannie, I’ll be right there!” You called out before turning back to your best friend. “We just decided to date, you know? Look past our differences and whatnot—”

“Since when? And Hannie? Since when do you call him ‘Hannie’?”

“Since forever, we don’t do nicknames in public—anyway, I gotta go, I’ll talk to you later, okay? Byeee—” Before Mingyu could finish saying your name, you ended the call, sighing as you got up from your bed and opened the door with an exasperated expression. Jeonghan had his head cocked to the side, amused at the look on your face as he spoke up.

“Hannie, huh?” You groaned at the teasing tone, punching his chest without holding back, which caused him to double over. “Okay, fair enough.”

He coughed, rubbing his chest as he followed you downstairs. You were greeted by the delicious smell of various breakfast foods, and the table was full of them. You muttered a quick good morning to both your mother and father before sitting down beside Jeonghan, not because you wanted to, but because it’d be suspicious if you didn’t. You ignored your fake boyfriend’s advances to make conversation, grumbling soft one-word answers as you ate your food.

“Baby..” He murmured into your ear, low enough for your parents not to hear. “Are you testing my patience? Do you want me to announce that you write filthy smut in front of Tommy? Hmm?”

You were sure that Jeonghan was the devil reincarnated, because he was pretty but fucking evil when he wanted to be. And he was currently exploiting his knowledge of your writings against you, using them to get what he wanted, the bastard. So, you just hummed in response, clenching your jaw as you turned your head to face him, his nose gently brushing against yours.

Jeonghan’s breath hitched slightly, not expecting you to do something so bold in front of your parents, but he played along—this was his game, after all. He glanced down at your lips before looking back up at your eyes, seeing the fiery defiance in them. Leaning in closer, he pecked your lips.

“Morning, pretty girl.. Stop being mad at me?” He murmured, and you grunted softly, looking away to take a bite of your pancakes, licking the syrup from your lips.

You had expected the kiss to happen, but you still weren’t prepared. This was pretend. This was pretend—you repeated to yourself as you took a breath. You were just pretending, so why did it still make your heart thump out of your chest as if you had just run away from a serial killer?

Glancing up at your parents, you noticed both your parents seeming to hold their breaths until a whiny groan left Tommy.

“Eww! Hannie and big sis kissed! They’re spreading cooties!” That seemed to cut the tension growing in the dining room, causing you to snort.

“Since you’re so against cooties, Tommy, I’ll kiss you too!” You got up from your seat, your younger brother screeching as he ran away from you and your kisses. You easily caught him, holding him as you pressed kisses all over his cheeks and spreading your “cooties” all over him.

Jeonghan looked enamoured at the sight, finding himself cracking a soft smile before looking away and clearing his throat. That didn’t escape your mother’s keen eye, but she didn’t comment on it.

After breakfast, Jeonghan went to wash up, leaving you in your room to deal with your thoughts. Running your fingers through your hair, you decided to whip up a quick fic, working on your works in progress, little by little. You typed on your keyboard, ignoring the incessant vibration of your phone, notifications blaring from the group chat.

You groaned when you saw your name being spammed by Mingyu.

You: ???

Gyu: finally. I’ve spammed you like 20 times.

Hao: Yeah, and you spammed the rest of us 20 times, too. What is this about anyway??

Gyu: nothing, I just need her to answer her DMs 😑

Seok: you never spam the gc for that though????

You: I’m busy writing my fic, just call me dumbass.

Gyu: 🖕

You sighed, pressing your DMs to see what Mingyu had texted you, only for him to call you. Rolling your eyes, you answered the Facetime call, propping your phone on a plant on your windowsill by your bed. “What’s up?”

“What’s up? What’s up with the fact that you’re dating Jeonghan! You need to explain yourself. Now.”

Of course, Mingyu will want a follow-up to your earlier conversation. He never lets topics like this go unless he knows the whole story. You let out another sigh before speaking up.

“There’s nothing to explain, Gyu…” There totally is so, SO much to explain. “I’ve.. I’ve actually been dating Jeonghan for about uh.. A month now?”

“You’ve been what? I—how? And you decided to tell me now? I—wow, I just—wow,” he muttered as he shook his head. “I don’t know how you’ve hidden this for a whole month from me—us, actually, but as your numero uno, and closest best friend, I’ll keep it a secret from Hao and Seok. Until the two of you go public, that is.”

You felt guilty lying to Mingyu about this, but you had to keep your end of the bargain with Jeonghan. He’d keep your secret on the fanfiction writing, while you stay his girlfriend for the next two weeks. That meant selling the lie. Even to your closest friends.

Jeonghan soon entered the room after his shower, a towel wrapped around his waist and a smaller one in his hand to dry his damp hair. Mingyu could see him in the background as you pretended to pay no mind to it. You schooled your expression as you turned your head to interact with your fake boyfriend. “How was your shower, Hannie?”

“Eh, could’ve been better with you—oomph… Okay, fair.” He chuckled as you threw a plushie at him, hitting him straight in the face again as you glared at him. “Is that Mingyu?”

“Yeah.. uh, hey man..” Mingyu called out from the phone, looking at you with an incredulous look on his face. He was talking to you with his face now—best friend code.

‘Why the fuck is he changing in your room?’ His face clearly said, and you shrugged as if it didn’t bother you. You could see Jeonghan shuffling around in your peripheral vision, rummaging in his luggage for clothes, before you turned your head to look at him.

“Hannie, can you go get changed in the bathroom, please? Gyu and I have some stuff to talk about.” You tried not to linger your gaze along the expanse of his back before looking back at your phone with a slight flush on your cheeks. That made Mingyu squint, but not say anything just yet.

“Mmm... Call me once you’re done, okay?” He grabbed his stuff, but not before walking over to you, giving you a forehead kiss, and looking at Mingyu after he pulled away. “Mingyu, don’t forget to send me that list.” He winked and left the room. You managed to let out the breath you were gently holding before Mingyu spoke up.

“What the fuck was that?”

“What was what?” You mumbled, trying to calm your racing heart down from that stupid forehead kiss. Your cheeks were tinted with pink, and Mingyu could clearly see how flustered you were.

“That! You’re acting as if you’ve been hit by Cupid’s motherfucking arrow and acting all flustered for Jeonghan of all people! It’s… It’s baffling!”

God, you hated this. You hated how you looked like what Mingyu just described, and for your enemy of all people. You wanted to groan and complain to your best friend about it, but you had to keep him out of the loop if you wanted this whole thing to work.

Mingyu was just concerned about your change of heart for Jeonghan, and you got it, you really did. If he were in the same situation as you, you’d also question the fact that he was dating someone he clearly didn’t like. You despised Jeonghan, and now you were just… Dating him? For a month at that, and managed to keep it a secret until now? It surely didn’t make sense to him, but he was your best friend, and as long as you were safe and actually happy, he’d support you.

He sighed before asking something important that you had expected him to ask. “How did it happen?”

“It, er.. It started during that one econ project last semester,” you started, and saw Mingyu’s eyes go wide in slight realisation. “I gave him my number so that we could work on it, and we started talking, and I realised he wasn’t that bad. He made me laugh, and he took me out on one date. And the rest is history.”

You were lying through your teeth, but it went smoothly enough for Mingyu not to seem suspicious, but he still frowned.

The truth was that you absolutely hated working with Jeonghan during that project, having done most of it without his help, and just reading from the notes you’d given him on the day of the presentation. He was a leech, and your hatred for him grew even more back then, but it was a good cover for your ruse, and it made sense within the timeline.

Of course, it did. You were a writer, after all; you could make a story work no matter the circumstance of the meet-cute.

Mingyu seemed convinced, but then another question rose to his throat that he wanted to voice out.

Your crush on Seungcheol.

You cursed in your head for being so obvious about your crush on Jeonghan’s best friend, and now it was biting you in the ass.

“It was a ruse,” you grumbled, glancing away from your phone screen. “Seungcheol was in on it. That’s why he ditched me. And that’s also why Jeonghan was with me when I came back downstairs that night.”

It hurt to lie like this, when the truth was that night crushed you, and you drank your feelings away, and now you had to dismiss those feelings so that he’d believe you were in a relationship with Jeonghan. Mingyu hummed at that, his brows still furrowed, but he seemed to have given up on interrogating you.

“I–okay, I believe you. But you didn’t have to do all of that just to hide your relationship with him, you know? We would’ve understood… kind of. I still find Jeonghan strange. Just.. just stay safe, okay? I’m here to talk if you need to.”

You just nodded slowly, taking a small breath before checking the time and cursing. “I gotta go, Gyu, I promised Tommy I’d go to the mall with him today with Jeonghan.”

“Alright, keep me updated.” He teased, making you roll your eyes at how quickly he was to switch up between serious and playful. “And use condoms—”

“Mingyu!” You hissed, glaring at your best friend as he cackled and bid his goodbyes. You let out a deep sigh, relief washing over you that it was partially over. You would still have to explain everything to Minghao and Seokmin—the latter being easier to convince than the former.

Jeonghan knocked and entered your room about five minutes after your call with Mingyu, fully dressed and with his hair dried. He seemed to be smug about something, but you were too drained to ask.

“You’re paying for my therapy.” You deadpanned, and he snorted as he grabbed his wallet from his bag. “You don’t know how hard it is to lie to my best friend.”

“He seemed to buy the whole 'we fell in love during our shared project together' thing, so I must say… your writing skills are paying off.”

“You eavesdropped?” You looked at him, mouth slightly agape, before scoffing at his audacity.

Jeonghan shrugged, not seeming to care about how you thought of him at the moment, and gave you a once-over instead. He clicked his tongue, shaking his head at how you looked.

“Don’t tell me you’re going to the mall wearing pyjamas. As much as I love embarrassing you in public, that won’t do while we’re dating, angel.” He tutted, and you huffed at his words.

“I was going to get ready—get out.” You got off your bed, grabbing clothes from your luggage before opening the door for Jeonghan to leave, but he only stayed in his spot by your sofa.

“Sweets, I’m your boyfriend. I supposedly have seen your body before, so just get dressed in front of me. It’ll take off suspicion from your parents that you keep kicking me out of your room.” He stated bluntly, crossing his arms as he tried to convince you not to kick him out, but you shook your head.

You needed your privacy, and he was your fake boyfriend. Jeonghan’s never seen you in your underwear before, and you’re hoping he never has to. “Jeonghan, I mean it. Get out.”

“I’ll close my eyes and turn around. Scout’s honour.” He put his hand over his chest.

“You were never a scout.” You deadpanned, but sighed, knowing he wouldn’t back down from this, and closed the door. “Fine.. you better not peek, or I’m smothering you with my pillow.”

“Trust me, angel, I’m an asshole, not a pervert.”

He turned around and closed his eyes, giving you the privacy to get dressed with him in the room. You waved your hands around like a lunatic to check if he wasn’t truly looking before quickly removing your pyjamas and putting on new underwear and a bra before putting on your outfit—it was a simple sundress, adorned with a small flower pattern embroidered near the hem. You brushed your hair and put on some lip gloss before looking at yourself in the mirror.

“We can go,” you murmured, causing Jeonghan to turn back around and open his eyes. You were tempted to give him a twirl, but you reminded yourself that this was your enemy, and that you shouldn’t be getting comfortable around him.

You didn’t notice how Jeonghan’s expression seemed to harden at the sight of you looking so… pretty. What the hell was going on with him? You shouldn’t be invoking such a reaction out of him, yet you were.

He schooled his expression before grinning. “Trying to impress someone, angel?”

A scoff left your lips before he watched you grab your purse from the hanging rack on your door. “Let’s just go, smartass.”

Jeonghan followed you down to where your six-year-old brother was waiting for the two of you, watching some show on TV. When the kid looked away from the big screen, his eyes widened, and he ran up to the two of you. “Are we going to the mall now? Are we, are we?”

He asked excitedly, and Jeonghan watched as you picked your younger brother up into your arms, resting him on your hip. You called out to your mother, letting her know that you were leaving, Jeonghan following you out of the house and to his car.

Unlocking the car for you, Jeonghan continued to watch you silently from the driver’s seat, his expression unreadable as you tended to Tommy, buckling the rowdy kid up in the backseat before entering the passenger seat.

You glanced at him before speaking up. “Uh.. you good?”

“Huh?” He snapped out of his thoughts before, giving you a curt nod, mentally cursing to himself for being so occupied with whatever he was dealing with, not noticing that he was acting stranger than usual. “Yeah.. Yeah, I’m fine.”

He grumbled, pulling out of the driveway, focusing on the road instead of his lingering thoughts about how pretty you looked or how concerned you seemed for him. It didn’t matter. You hated him, and he hated you. Right?

Getting to the mall, Jeonghan managed to find a parking spot closest to the entrance, with Tommy cheering softly at the small victory of not needing to look for the car later. You giggled at your younger brother’s antics and unbuckled your belt to get your brother out of the backseat. Before you could do that, however, Jeonghan stopped you.

“Let me,” he just murmured, getting out of the car first and running over towards the backseat door, and opened it to get Tommy out before opening the door for you. He held out his hand for you to take, and you reluctantly took it, huffing at his behaviour.

“What is this?” You muttered to him, and he shrugged with a small smile—something rare in his eyes as you squinted at him. “What are you planning, Yoon Jeonghan?”

“Mmm, nothing. I just wanted to be nice to my girlfriend.” He closed the door after you got out, still holding your hand as he held out his other to your brother. Tommy gladly took his hand, and the three of you headed into the mall.

While the three of you window shopped, there were a few things that caught Tommy’s eye, making you note them down on your phone or take a picture of them when the younger kid wasn’t looking. Jeonghan seemed to notice, curious about it, he decided to ask against his own will.

“Why are you writing down everything he pays attention to?”

“Huh-? Oh, uh, his birthday is soon, and I wanna kind of spoil him, y’know? You only turn seven once, plus Mom and Dad won’t be able to stop me from spoiling my cutest little brother.” You watched your brother play in the kids’ area with a fond smile, Jeonghan letting out an ‘ah’ sound.

When Tommy got bored with the kids’ area, he walked over to where you and Jeonghan were sitting and tugged at the hem of your dress. “Can we please get ice cream? Pretty please, big sis?”

When he gave you those puppy-dog eyes and a pout, you chuckled; it reminded you of a younger version of Mingyu. You got up from the bench, stretching your arms before offering your hand for your younger brother to hold.

“Sure, Tommy, anything for my favourite soon to be seven year old.” The kid cheered as he took your hand into his and Jeonghan’s with his other hand, causing him to be between you and your fake boyfriend. You looked at Jeonghan, offering him a small smile, and he gave you a quick, lazy grin before getting lost in his thoughts again. It made you wonder what he was suddenly thinking about.

After finding an ice cream shop, the three of you ordered your preferred flavours. You cringed at Jeonghan’s choice.

“Mint chocolate? Really?” You snorted gently as the three of you waited for the vendor to hand you your treats. Jeonghan raised his eyebrow at you, intrigued by your reaction to his flavour choices.

“It’s an elite flavour. You picked what? Vanilla?”

“And strawberry. I have better taste than you.” You thanked the vendor as she handed you the cold treat. You watched as she ogled Jeonghan shamelessly as she passed him his ice cream. Rolling your eyes briefly, you gave Tommy your dessert for him to hold while you took out your wallet from your purse.

When you were about to pay, Jeonghan swooped in, stopping you and taking his card out from his wallet to pay instead. He smiled at the vendor, making her giggle, which caused you to cross your arms and scoff. Once Jeonghan finished paying, he led you and Tommy to sit by the tables, your expression as sour as the lemon sorbet Tommy was licking.

“Big sis, your ice cream’s gonna melt if you don’t eat it!” The younger one pouted slightly as he finished his snack in record time. You gave him a small smile before taking a bite out of your cold treat, the sweetness not pacifying your inner bitterness towards Jeonghan’s earlier behaviour.

Obviously, he noticed, having done that on purpose to coax out your reaction, and he seemed to have gotten what he wanted. “Angel…” He started, trailing off as you gave him a pointed look.

“What?” You muttered, taking another bite of your dessert, not fully enjoying it as you thought.

“Are you jealous?” Jeonghan grinned, resting his chin on his palm as his smile reached his eyes; a mischievous glint shone through. You sputtered, giving him a baffled look before scoffing.

You? Jealous over Jeonghan? Hell would freeze over before that could happen. Sure, you disliked the way he smiled at that vendor earlier and how she seemed to eye-fuck him earlier, but you were not jealous. You rolled your eyes at the man sitting across from you, finishing your food before speaking.

“In your dreams, Jeonghan. I’d rather…” You trailed off, glancing at your brother, who was preoccupied with the free colouring paper on the table, but you covered his ears either way. “I’d rather step on horseshit than be jealous over you. Flirt with whomever you want.”

Jeonghan pursed his lips at that, taking the last bite off his ice cream before wiping his lips with a tissue. “Not gonna flirt with anyone else but my angel, baby.”

He suddenly got up from his seat, surprising you when he leaned down and kissed your lips. It wasn’t long, but it wasn’t a peck either. This kiss was sweet and lingered, as if to reassure you that he didn’t want anyone else but you. He pulled away when Tommy let out a disgusted noise, making Jeonghan chuckle as he sat back on his seat, leaving you surprised and buffering.

“Eugh.. I don’t get why people kiss. You and big sis kiss, Mom and Dad kiss. What’s so nice about kissing?” Tommy muttered, scrunching his nose before Jeonghan pinched his cheek and spoke up.

“You’ll get it when you find a girl you’re very intrigued with and want to know about more.”

You recovered after that sentence, looking at Jeonghan as your breath hitched gently. You hadn’t expected those words to come out of him, of all people. Trying not to linger on it, you paid him no mind, focusing on your younger brother instead and asking him about his birthday plans.

“Will you be coming with Hannie? Please tell me you’ll come!” Your brother pleaded, a slight pout finding itself on his lips again.

Easter was in two weeks, and Tommy’s birthday was just about a week away, so you could afford to miss a few classes to drive back home a day or two earlier. You knew why he was pleading with you, and you felt bad for having missed his birthday last year because of exams.

“Of course we’ll come, bud, I promise we’ll make it this time. Isn’t that right, Jeonghan?”

You looked at Jeonghan as you roped him into the conversation, already having moved on from the earlier kiss. He nodded before ruffling your brother’s hair. “Of course. We’ll be there and bring you lots of presents.”

“Yay! You and big sis are the best, Hannie. I’m glad you guys are dating.”

A lump grew in your throat, knowing that Tommy was getting used to seeing you like this with Jeonghan—dating, being together. He was attached to Jeonghan and growing even fonder of him. It was going to be hard to break it to him when the two weeks were up, and you and Jeonghan were going to have to go back to your ordinary lives—bickering and disagreeing over the most trivial things.

A part of you didn’t want this to end for some reason. Maybe it was because of Tommy, but you knew the truth was uglier—more complicated than you wanted to admit. For some reason, seeing this part of Jeonghan was giving you mixed feelings, and it was messing with your head. It was fake. But how much faking does it take until it starts being real?

You decided to shake it off, focusing on the now rather than the later. That was future you’s problem.

After another hour at the mall, you noticed Tommy getting tired and signalled to Jeonghan that it was time to go home. He nodded, picking the younger fella up with ease, the latter immediately snuggling into Jeonghan’s shoulder.

By the time you got to the car, the kid was already knocked out cold, making the man carrying him chuckle softly as he settled him into the backseat. He opened the door for you, prompting you to roll your eyes but play along before he took the driver’s seat and started the car.

Once you got back home, you let Jeonghan carry Tommy to his room, letting the kid nap before dinner while you stayed downstairs to talk with your dad.

“So, how was the outing? I hope the little man wasn’t much of a menace.” He chuckled tiredly as he took a sip of his coffee, his eyes tired but warm. He was sitting on a stool by the kitchen island, hunched over. You sat down beside him, shaking your head gently.

“Nah, he was good. I’ve got a whole list of gifts to buy him, though.” You shrugged as your father said your name sternly. “What? It’s not like you haven’t spoiled me back when I was seven! Let me have this.”

“No wonder you’re his favourite family member… He even said so in school.” He grumbled as he sipped his now lukewarm beverage. Your eyes softened at the admission of being your brother’s favourite, glad to be someone close to his heart, even with your age gap.

That’s when Jeonghan decided to announce himself, clearing his throat as he greeted your father. “Sorry to disturb your little conversation, but, uh…”

He trailed off, acting sheepish as he looked at you, sending you a quick wink before looking back at your father, asking for permission to take you out for a night drive, which surprised you. You weren’t expecting him to have anything planned, but you were proven to be wrong.

“Yeah, you guys can go, just don’t do anything too stupid like swerve off the road and hit a pole—”

“Dad.” You groaned, rolling your eyes as you got off the stool and went over to where Jeonghan was standing. Jeonghan chuckled, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, pressing your body close against his.

“We won’t swerve, I promise.”

“So…” You started as you entered the passenger seat once more, glancing curiously at him. “Where are we off to?”

“It’s a surprise, angel. I take it that you know what those are?” He started the car once more, shifting into gear as he drove. He handed you the aux, just like when you drove back home. “Turn on something.”

You did as he said, but still had questions. You couldn’t help it, you were curious by nature, and you couldn’t help but try to guess. But Jeonghan just shook his head at your incessant questions, shushing you. “You’ll get to know once we get there.”

“I just hope it’s not somewhere where you plan to murder me.”

“Your imagination is astounding, angel, truly.” He snorted gently, shaking his head as he focused on the road, the sun already setting on the horizon. You just huffed, letting him keep his secrets as you watched the pretty view of trees surrounding you out the window.

Jeonghan parked the car in a vast field, the setting sun facing you as he turned off the ignition and unbuckled his belt. You followed suit, getting out of the car to follow him to the trunk, where he had a cooler and blanket that weren’t there before. He took it out before heading over to the warm hood of his car and sat down.

He patted the space beside him as he took out two beers from the cooler and then revealed the bag of takeout he had with him. You cocked an eyebrow at him, surprised at the whole thing. “Where’d you get all of this from?”

“Ordered takeout from your favourite restaurant chain. Thought the beer would be a nice beverage to drink with it.” He shrugged as he handed you your portion and the utensils. You were surprised he knew your favourite order, only to remember what he had said to Mingyu.

Right. The list. Mingyu probably told him about your order. But that didn’t make the gesture any less sweet. You thanked him softly, sitting down cross-legged on the hood of his car, enjoying the moment before speaking up.

“Did you get my order from Mingyu?” You asked in between bites of your food. Jeonghan glanced at you before chuckling and shaking his head.

“No, sweetheart, I didn’t.” That answer confused you as you looked at him with a befuddled expression before he continued. “I notice things about you more than you think, you know. I don’t need the list from Mingyu to know what food you like and what you dislike.”

Your breath hitched at those words, not expecting him to admit something so… real. Clearing your throat, you looked ahead of you instead of Jeonghan, watching the sun set, and changing the topic.

“So, uh.. How’d you find this place? Was it your past makeout spot with girls or something..?” You grumbled as he scoffed, taking a bite of his own food before swallowing and speaking.

“You think so lowly of me, angel.. But no, this is my own private spot I used to go to. Just to clear my head and whatnot. Now, it’s our spot,” he murmured, sounding almost soft as he continued eating his food. Jeonghan had been revealing so many parts of himself these past 24 hours that it was giving you whiplash. Was this the same Jeonghan you’d been bickering with for the past decade?

Finishing your dinner, the two of you decided to drink the beer he had brought to wash the meal off. Only after a few sips, you could feel yourself loosen up, leaning against Jeonghan as you shivered, the sun fully setting on the horizon, leaving the sky a dark midnight blue.

“You cold?” He teased, but you only hummed, scooting over closer to him, which made Jeonghan stiffen before relaxing. He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer as you sipped on your beer. “I didn’t expect you to exploit me of my warmth, angel.”

“Well, I am, so shut up,” you muttered, closing your eyes as you handed him your half-empty beer bottle. “You'd better get this away from me before I finish it whole and do something I might regret…”

“Like what, angel?” He murmured, voice soft as he placed both your beers into the cooler before lifting your chin to make you look at him. “Tell me.”

“No.. It’s stupid,” you practically whined, burying your face into his shoulder as you inhaled his scent. He smelled nice. Nicer than you expected, as you sighed softly.

“Come on,” Jeonghan cooed, coaxing you to say what was on your mind. “Don’t leave me hanging.”

You moved your head away from his shoulder to gaze up at his eyes—piercing through you with an unspeakable softness. You mumbled, incoherent to Jeonghan as he leaned down to hear you better. “Mind repeating that, angel?”

“I want you to kiss me.”

Jeonghan’s breath stuttered, hearing you say those words so carelessly, stirring something in him. He looked at you—searching for any hint of regret or withdrawal from your words, but he found none. A soft curse left his lips as he chuckled.

“Angel…” He murmured, voice slightly strained. “You don’t mean that, do you?”

“I mean it. Kiss me.”

Jeonghan wanted to. For some godforsaken reason, he truly wanted to kiss you until you were breathless and gripping onto him tightly, but something was stopping him. Was it because you probably weren’t thinking straight? Maybe. He wasn’t the type to use you while you were under the influence of alcohol. He may have been an asshole, but he’d never be that type of bastard.

“Baby, I can’t.” He brushed a few strands of hair away from your face, hooking them behind your ear. He chuckled when you pouted, making him kiss you on the nose instead. “God, you’re insufferable when you don’t get what you want.”

“You’re the insufferable one,” you muttered, huffing softly as he laughed again.

“If I give in, you’re not gonna pull away until I say so, hm?”

He leaned in, and he couldn’t help but smirk when he heard your soft gasp. “What’s it gonna be, angel?”

You only nodded, causing Jeonghan to pinch your side, and making you yelp as his smirk widened at the small noise.

“Use words, baby.”

When you were about to give him the green light, your phone started playing a stupid ringtone you had set for your group chat, which made you realise what you were doing and pushed yourself away from Jeonghan.

It was like a splash of needed, cold water for both of you. Jeonghan grabbed his beer, taking a swig of it as he tried to calm himself down. You weren’t thinking straight. You didn’t mean it. You hated him, and he hated you. He just managed to find you insanely attractive right now because of the goddamn alcohol in his system.

“We should.. We should head back,” he rasped, finishing his beer before tossing the empty bottles into a trash can not too far away from the car. He brushed off the dust from his pants before looking over at you, staring at your phone after what seemed an accidental dial to the group chat by Seokmin. Jeonghan sighed, calling out to you softly, causing you to come back to reality. “I said we should head back.”

“Right— right. Sorry.”

You scrambled from the hood, entering the car without a word, and let him fold the blanket you had been sitting on for the past hour and a half. He packed the stuff back into the trunk, one last sigh leaving him before he entered the driver’s seat with a clenched jaw.

It was going to be a long ride home.

The ride back was silent, your thoughts consumed by the near-kiss you had nearly shared with Jeonghan. The call from the group chat must’ve been divine intervention, saving you from doing something stupid like kissing Jeonghan when you clearly didn’t have the reason to.

You didn’t even try making conversation. What were you supposed to say after almost kissing your enemy?! Thankfully, Jeonghan didn’t seem to want to say anything either, as the only thing that accompanied the silence were your soft breaths and the gentle rumble of Jeonghan’s car.

After parking in the driveway, he turned off the car, the rumbling of the engine cutting off and leaving the two of you in complete silence. Neither of you moved until Jeonghan opened his mouth to say something, only for you to speak up faster.

“I’ll head up first, thanks for the food.” You managed to utter in a hurry, getting out of the car as you slammed the door and scurried to your house.

Unsure why, but your heart was pounding, and you didn’t want to hear what Jeonghan had to say, even though your curiosity wanted answers. Was he going to address the almost-kiss? Or was he going to tease you like he always did when you made a mistake? You’d tear your hair overthinking it, so you focused on getting to your room unnoticed by your parents instead.

Managing to avoid a full-blown interrogation from your parents, you went to the bathroom to wash up and change, splashing your face with cold water a couple of times to cool it down. Why the hell did you still feel so hot after a refreshing shower?

You entered your room, a small sigh leaving you when you didn’t see Jeonghan in there, probably downstairs talking to your parents. Great. That gave you time to collect your thoughts and write. You’d been itching to do that all day, Jeonghan just had to take you out on such a romantic outing—

Wait. Romantic outing? Was that supposed to be romantic?

Your brain buffered as you were halfway through grabbing your laptop from your bag before shaking it off. Definitely not romantic. This was fake, you reminded yourself. It was only for show, for goodness’ sake.

Sitting down at your desk, you opened your laptop and loaded the Google doc you had been editing for the past few days. You were partially done with the smut section, typing more to the scene before fully moving on to something else. You bit your lip as you tried figuring a scene out, struggling as you typed and deleted it, backtracking and reconstructing the sentence to make it make sense.

“You need help, angel?” Jeonghan’s voice suddenly materialised behind you, startling you from your seat as you turned around to see him peering over your shoulder. “You seem to be struggling.”

He pointed out nonchalantly, making you scoff and face your laptop once more. You continued to type the edited scene, ignoring the fact that Jeonghan was lingering over your shoulder, reading what you were writing. For some reason, his presence didn’t bother you as much as it usually would. And he seemed to notice that too when you turned to look at him, as if waiting for his feedback.

“It’s good so far, angel. Don’t stop on my account.”

His voice was low and encouraging, and you couldn’t help but let a few butterflies flutter in your stomach. You caged them soon after, shaking your head mentally as you continued typing on your laptop. Soon, Jeonghan grabbed a nearby chair, sitting down behind you as he read and watched you write. His presence alone made something tingle between your legs, making you nibble on your lower lip once more as you crossed them.

Did this count as foreplay for writers? Letting the guy you found incredibly annoying watch you write and read what you were typing?

You weren’t sure, as you just continued to let inspiration flow through you until another smut scene bubbled through the document. That’s when you decided to pause, and Jeonghan let out a frustrated noise.

“What?” You murmured, confused as you were about to close your laptop, but he stopped you.

“Finish writing that scene.”

“Jeonghan—” You looked at him as he held your wrist, preventing you from closing your laptop. He only looked back at you with what seemed like a serious expression, though a hint of desperation shone through his eyes.

“Angel, I said finish writing it. I wanna know what will happen.” He let go of your wrist, but was still looking at you as you contemplated writing the rest of the scene. If you were being honest, you weren’t sure how to write the scene with Jeonghan scanning through the screen intently.

So, you let out a shaky breath before opening your mouth. “I–I’m not sure how to go with it…”

Jeonghan frowned at that, not fully believing that you were struggling to write a smut scene of all things. “What were they supposed to do?” He asked, set on helping you with this scene whether you wanted to or not.

“After the kiss, the male lead was supposed to trail his lips down her body, to you know…” You trailed off, feeling hot all of a sudden. Why were you getting so nervous over something so trivial as smut?

You were used to discussing scenes with Mingyu, even asking him about certain positions he’s tried on girls before, but now you were shying away from the conversation like some… prude. It was ironic.

“Uh huh, and then what, angel? You need to talk to me if you want me to help.” You swallowed thickly, your eyes roaming around the room as you fidgeted in your seat, your legs still crossed as your thighs clenched. “Come on, sweetheart, speak up, you’re the expert.”

“He eats her out.” You blurted out, cheeks flushing as you finally said it. Jeonghan hummed, as if to think of how to write the scene, only for him to turn your chair to face him, caging you between him and the backrest.

Your breath got caught in your throat when Jeonghan leaned in, nosing your jaw gently before pressing a feather-like kiss to your neck. He was testing the waters, and you were letting him, staying still. His hands moved from the handrest of your chair to your legs, prying them open.

When you instinctively tried to close them, he nipped your soft skin before whispering into your ear. “Keep them open, sweetheart. Be good for me.”

The soft command made you shudder, unsure why, but you wanted to be good for Jeonghan, at least at the moment. Your curiosity got the better of you, and you wondered where this would lead.

A soft noise left your lips when Jeonghan sucked on your collarbone, leaving a small mark before shifting from his seat and kneeling between your legs, slotting himself perfectly. He tugged you gently, causing you to lean against your chair a bit more as he hooked your legs over his shoulders.

“Jeonghan—” you whimpered in protest, but he shushed you, gazing up into your half-lidded eyes.

“Let me give you inspiration for the scene, angel. Focus on me.”

He only muttered before kissing your inner thighs, occasionally nipping the supple skin. He then focused on your clothed cunt, pressing a soft kiss against your mound, which caused your hips to buck. Jeonghan only seemed to chuckle at that before pushing the gussets of your shorts and panties to the side, not wasting time as he groaned at the sight of your pussy. “Such a pretty pussy, baby.”

Your toes curled when he pressed a soft kiss to your clit, biting your lower lip as you tried to muffle your moans. Your hand flew to grip his hair, carding your fingers through the soft locks as he finally flattened his hot tongue against your slit, lapping up your arousal.

Jeonghan moaned against your cunt when you tugged on his hair, the sharp pain sending his blood down to his cock as he continued to lap at your juices like a man starved. He watched as you threw your head back against the plush backrest, his eyes darkening with pleasure at the sight of making you react this way.

“Open your eyes, angel. Watch me ruin you for everyone else.”

You obeyed, your eyes fluttering open as you looked down at Jeonghan, holding onto the undersides of your thighs tightly, you were sure that they were going to leave bruises, while fucking you with his tongue.

Your wet hole clenched around his muscle, his tongue skilled as he switched from fucking you to swirling it around your pudgy bundle of nerves. You panted as Jeonghan worked hard against your cunt, making sure to pleasure you with his mouth alone.

“Jeonghan—Hannie, I’m–I’m so close—” You whined, feeling the familiar heat coiling in your abdomen as your clit throbbed from the attention of his mouth. He hummed, slowing down his ministrations on purpose to draw out your pleasure until you were trembling and whining for him to let you cum.

“Do you deserve to cum, baby? Do you deserve to cum on my mouth?” Jeonghan crooned, kissing your soaked pussy lips gently as he looked up at your wrecked state. You nodded, heaving as your cunt drooled more slick. “Yeah? My angel deserves to cum, does she?”

“Yes, Hannie—please, please—” you begged.

You’d never expected you’d be begging for your enemy to make you cum, but beggars couldn’t be choosers.

With that, Jeonghan increased his fervour, suckling on your sensitive, throbbing bud, one of his hands moving towards your cunt and plunging two fingers in without warning, and it made you moan out loudly before you covered your mouth with your hand. You hoped your parents were still downstairs, busy with whatever they were doing, while you got eaten out by your fake boyfriend.

Jeonghan grinned lazily at the fact that he made you react to him in such a way, his fingers curling just right to find that spongy spot which made your vision blur. You whimpered into your hand as he felt your hole spasming around his digits, signalling him that you were getting closer to the edge.

“Cum for me, sweetheart,” he murmured against your mound, suckling on your clit just right, causing the band in your belly to snap, igniting your insides as you came hard around his fingers. Slick gushed from your spasming hole, as Jeonghan continued to fuck his fingers into your squelching pussy, the noises making your face burn from embarrassment and arousal.

Once you rode out your high, he pulled his fingers out of you, a whine leaving your lips at the loss. He chuckled as he sucked his fingers clean before lapping up your cunt again to ‘clean you up’ until you were whining from overstimulation and pushed his head away.

You sighed, your body limp from the orgasm you had just experienced, as Jeonghan stood up from his position and wiped the remnants of your essence from his lips before leaving the room without a word.

A frown formed on your lips as you sat up straight, confusion bubbling up in your chest as to why Jeonghan just… left.

That was when post-nut clarity hit you, your eyes widening as you covered your mouth in realisation.

You had just let Jeonghan eat you out. On your office chair. In your childhood bedroom.

Jeonghan was fucked.

What had gotten into him that he did that, of all things? He had locked himself in the bathroom, splashing cold water onto his face, trying to calm himself down. He groaned as his dick twitched in his jeans, his mind muddled with you.

He couldn’t stop thinking about how pretty you looked when you came around his fingers, muffling your noises as you rode out your high. The way you panted and mewled his name like it was the only thing you knew.

The way your pussy clenched so tightly around his digits when you came that he wished it was his dick in there instead—

A groan left his lips when he decided to mutter “fuck it” before unbuckling his belt, undoing his jeans, and shimmying them down to his thighs. He shoved his boxers down, letting his cock out of its confines as he hissed at the cold air hitting his leaking tip.

Jeonghan panted softly as he teased his shaft, rubbing the slit of his tip, making a mess of himself, smearing the precum along the length of his cock. He pumped his hand along the base before teasing the tip once more, giving himself some time to build up to his release, not wanting to cum too fast just yet, as he relived eating your sweet pussy out.

His eyes screwed shut, imagining the way your tight pussy would spasm around his cock, pleading with him to keep fucking you as you whimpered. He shuddered when he imagined the way you’d whimper out his name in that needy tone.

Jeonghan. Hannie.

He cursed to himself as he felt the familiar knot forming in his stomach. Jeonghan stroked himself faster now, fucking his fist as he imagined it was your cunt he was filling up instead, hating himself for wanting you so much when he finally came into the toilet bowl with a pathetic grunt.

He needed a shower.

A cold, long one if he was going to try and survive the night without touching you.

You were already in bed, facing your window as you contemplated the life choices that brought you to this moment. What possessed you to let Yoon fucking Jeonghan do that to you and leave the room without explaining himself?

It was fucked up, but such was your life.

And now you were thinking of a way to somehow confront him about it. But where would you even begin? It wasn’t like it meant anything, right? He just ate you out for your fanfiction research purposes—

You snapped out of your thoughts when you heard the door open and close, and saw Jeonghan in his clothes, his damp hair, before he grabbed his pyjamas and left the room again. He came back five minutes later with furrowed brows as he sat down on your sofa. You bit your lower lip, but you decided to say something.

“Are.. are you not going to bed with me?” You asked hesitantly, and that made Jeonghan tense up before relaxing. He looked at you with a clenched jaw, as if he was thinking of what to do before sighing and getting up from the sofa to settle under the sheets with you.

He didn’t dare touch you, which you silently appreciated as the two of you lay there, looking at your ceiling. Your breathing grew calmer as you got more comfortable, settling as you turned to your side, facing Jeonghan, while he stayed still, as stiff as a board.

“Good night..” You mumbled, closing your eyes as you tried to catch some shut eye, turning around to face your window instead. While your body seemed to stay calm, your brain wouldn’t shut up as you kept reliving the same scene over and over.

When you came around his fingers. His mouth.

The way he grinned up at you when you moaned.

And the way he just left.

You wanted to thrash around and crash out, but Jeonghan was right beside you, so that was a no-go, so you just stayed still, breathing through your nose as you let sleep take you soon enough.

SUNDAY, 9:33 AM

It was the morning the two of you were going back to campus, and Jeonghan was silent all morning, which was unsettling since he’d always have some teasing quip to send your way. By the time breakfast was over, however, he was back to normal, all smiley and teasing.

“Done packing, sweetheart?” he asked from behind you, spooking you as you decided to hit him on the shoulder.

“Stop sneaking up on me like that.” You hissed, frowning as Jeonghan chuckled and held his shoulder where you had assaulted him. “And yeah, all packed.”

He took your luggage after you closed it, not even trying to stop him, since it was quite heavy with all the stuff your mother had decided to give you. A bunch of snacks you liked that you couldn’t buy near campus, a few tupperwares since you kept losing yours (cough Seokmin’s fault cough), and a whole ass wok. You weren’t sure what you were going to use it for or what you were going to cook in it, but the gesture was sweet nonetheless.

You squeezed your brother goodbye, promising him you’d come back soon, as the kid just pouted, close to crying, as your father whisked him away with candy before the poor boy could start bawling his eyes out. You hugged your mother the longest, rocking side to side with her until she pulled away.

“You look happier with him, you know?” She suddenly spoke softly, confusion painting your face.

“With who, Mom?” You tilted your head as she chuckled and shook her head at how oblivious you were.

“Jeonghan, silly. I see the way you look at him. And I see the way he looks at you. I swear, that’s the same way your father looked at me when we were your age.”

You swallowed thickly at that, glancing at Jeonghan who had just packed all your stuff into the trunk, wiping the sweat off his forehead as you looked away before he could catch you staring. Chuckling at your mother’s words, you easily dismissed them, waving your hand in front of you.

“It’s not like that, Mom.. we’re just…”

“Dating? Oh, honey, I know.” She patted your cheek before continuing. “But I’m sure of it. When the time comes, you’ll realise how much you lo—”

Jeonghan called out your name, cutting your mother off. “You coming, pretty girl?”

“I’m coming!” That didn’t sound good. Your ears burned as you quickly bid your mother goodbye and rushed to the car, seeing Jeonghan’s smug smirk. “Shut it, Yoon.”

“I didn’t even say anything.”

You were greeted by your friends waiting under your apartment building. Mingyu squinted at Jeonghan as he took your stuff out of his car and handed it to your best friends.

“Do you wanna come up?” You offered, crossing your arms unconsciously as you remembered the deal. Two weeks. You could pretend in front of your friends for two weeks, right?

“Nah.. I’ll come over tomorrow. Pick you up for breakfast, what do you say? My treat.” He counter-offered, grinning as you hummed and nodded. “Perfect.”

You stood there awkwardly as you glanced at your friends, who seemed to be waiting for something to happen, and you sighed. “We should kiss...”

Jeonghan seemed intrigued by your bold whispered statement, but he only shrugged before grabbing your waist and leaning in to kiss you.

You gasped against his lips as they moved slowly against yours, not faltering once as you got used to it. Getting the hang of it, your hands found their way to his shoulders, squeezing gently as Jeonghan restrained himself from slipping his tongue into your mouth.

Mingyu cleared his throat loudly before speaking. “We don’t have all day, lovebirds!”

Jeonghan pulled away first, his cheeks dusted with pink as he panted, giving you one last peck, and his signature grin came back to his lips. He squeezed your waist gently before letting you go. “I’ll see you tomorrow, angel.”

“Mmm.. see you.” You waved weakly, watching him enter his car, giving you a wink before driving off.

“God, I can’t believe I had to witness you make out with your enemy. I thought you were pranking me over the phone.” Mingyu muttered.

“Wait, you KNEW—” Seokmin pointed at his best friend accusingly while Minghao just rolled his eyes. This was going to be a long day.

“There’s no way the two of you started dating during that period; it doesn’t make sense!” Seokmin complained as you had explained the whole story—a lie—to them. Unfortunately for him, it did, in fact, make a lot of sense. There were no plot holes; you made sure of it. This lie was actually foolproof, and no one could see through—

“Then why’d you lie? You could’ve just told us you changed your mind about Jeonghan, and we’d probably be against it at first, but in the end, it’s your love life. All we can do is support you and kick his ass if he hurts you. There was no point in hiding it with a ‘crush’ on Seungcheol.” Minghao voiced out his thoughts plainly, and you clenched your jaw. This was what you loved and hated about him; he always made sense and clocked you on your bullshit immediately. But he also seemed to buy the lie, so there was no point in arguing.

“Yeah, I know.. But I just—I was so used to hating on Jeonghan, you know? Plus, it was a good cover to keep it private until we were ready…” You trailed off, scratching your cheek as you acted convincing. You looked at them apologetically and watched their reactions.

They bought it. The three of them bought it, and you were off the hook for now, as you got your freedom for the rest of the day. Mingyu had left for football practice; Minghao had a meditation group meeting to hold, while Seokmin went to meet up with one of his friends. You could finally write in peace.

That was until your phone buzzed with a notification from Jeonghan. You groaned.

You: What now??

Jeonghan: That’s not how you’re supposed to greet your boyfriend, sweetheart.

You: fake boyfriend***

You: anyway. What? I was busy writing

Jeonghan: Was it that part?

Your ears burned at the implication of what he meant. It wasn’t even 24 hours, and he was already teasing you about it. You scoffed as you continued to text him, trying to fight the smile forming on your lips.

You: none of your business. Now spill, you’re literally wasting my time

Jeonghan: Ouch, that hurts, angel.

Jeonghan: But I just wanted to say, look out your window.

You: ??

He didn’t reply after that, making you grunt and get up from your chair before looking out your window to see Jeonghan leaning by his car with a bouquet in his hand, waving up at you. You huffed, rolling your eyes as you headed downstairs in your silly Hello Kitty pants and plain tank top.

“What are you doing?” You crossed your arms as you paused just a few steps from him. He rolled his eyes at the distance, grabbing your upper arm to tug you into his personal space as he handed you the flowers.

“Giving my girlfriend flowers? Isn’t that obvious?”

“At 6:48 pm? Yeah, totally not strange.” You took the flowers anyway, taking a whiff of them and pressing your lips into a line not to smile. “Seriously, Jeonghan, what are you doing here?”

“I just wanted to see you.. Is that so bad?” He tilted his head to the side, a lopsided smile on his lips as he seemed to sound genuine.

Your enemy. Wanting to see you? The world must be ending.

When you huffed, he only leaned down to peck your lips, causing you to gasp softly. He then kissed you again, this time lingering as he smiled against your mouth. You couldn’t help but move your free hand to tug him by the material of the loose hoodie he was wearing. Jeonghan chuckled as he pressed a couple more kisses, each one longer than the other, until the two of you were making out again.

His hand slipped from your waist to your cheek, caressing gently while his other hand stayed on your waist, squeezing. Jeonghan’s tongue slid across your lower lip, and that caused you to whine out softly before opening your mouth for him. He groaned against your mouth as he tasted the sweetness of your mouth—mint and chocolate. Ironic combo coming from you. He liked it, maybe a little too much, but you weren’t aware of that.

He only pulled away for air before diving back in, overwhelming you slightly as you squeaked and turned your head away. It was a silent “enough”, and Jeonghan understood, pecking your cheek before giving you space.

“Oh, and I have one more thing for you,” he murmured after recovering from the kiss, opening the backseat of his car to grab a zip-up hoodie. “Since you know. I’m your boyfriend now.”

“You just want to see me swim in your clothes.” You deadpanned but took the hoodie either way. You managed to get a whiff of it—it smelled like him.

“Maybe. And maybe because you’re mine,” Jeonghan whispered, voice low and intimate now as his gaze trailed along your body before back to your face, causing you to feel a little too exposed in your clothes. He gently grabbed you by your chin, caressing your jaw.

“I’m yours for two weeks.” You corrected him, feeling heat suddenly coil between your legs at the way he looked at you.

“Two weeks is enough, angel. You’re mine either way. I’ve ruined you for anyone else, remember?”

You shuddered at the reminder of what had happened last night, your mouth slightly agape before Jeonghan gave you one last peck. “Okay, back to writing you go, angel. I don’t wanna waste any more of your precious time.”

He grinned as he ruffled your hair and got into his car, giving you a wave and a salute before driving off, leaving you a flustered mess.

You swear, Yoon Jeonghan was going to be the death of you one of these days.

The next morning came by faster than you expected, waking up from the alarm on your phone, grumbling softly as you got up from your couch, realising you probably dozed off while writing the evening before.

You stretched, checking the time—6:45 AM. You didn’t have class until nine, so it gave you some time to get ready, but you remembered that Jeonghan was supposed to pick you up for breakfast.

For some reason, a voice in your head told you to put on the zip-up hoodie over the lace-trim camisole you were wearing, matching it with some flared, dark, faded jeans. You put on a few pieces of jewellery before checking your phone, seeing a message from Jeonghan from a few minutes ago.

Jeonghan: Morning, angel :) I’m waiting downstairs. Take your time.

Jeonghan: I also already bought you your breakfast, so hurry up, actually.

You scoffed at the juxtaposition of his messages, rolling your eyes as you put your shoes on and grabbed your bag with your laptop and notebooks along with your keys. Locking the door to your apartment, you headed down to see Jeonghan wearing his usual loose t-shirt and jeans, with a grey jacket over them.

You gave him a small wave while he let out a low whistle, giving you a quick once-over. “I see someone’s trying to impress someone. Is it me, angel? Hmm?”

He teased, but you decided to play his game, giving him a twirl. Jeonghan snorted, shaking his head as he tugged you into a short hug before opening the door to the passenger seat for you. Entering the vehicle, he closed the door and hurried over to the driver’s side before you could grab the cup with the coffee.

“Ah-ah, that’s not yours. This is yours.” He handed you the warm cup with tea. “Green tea with honey, right? I also got you some pastries from that bakery you frequented.”

You blinked at him, your face expressionless as Jeonghan looked at you, confused. “Is.. Is everything alright, angel?”

Unsure of what to say, you just grabbed the bag with the pastries, checking if they were indeed the ones you liked. They were.

How the hell did Jeonghan know all of these things? You were sure you weren't that predictable or that Jeonghan didn't pay enough attention to you to notice what you liked or not, so you were sure he got the list from Mingyu this time around. How else was he supposed to know how you liked your tea, your favourite flowers, or the pastries you loved?

You swallowed thickly before speaking. “Thank you. You... uh, you didn't have to. Since you know, we're faking it and all.”

“...right.” Jeonghan looked away from you as he started the car and started driving towards the campus park.

The drive was short to the park, and once the car had stopped, the two of you got out of the car and leaned against the hood of it, enjoying the fresh March air. It wasn’t too cold nor too warm, spring having been around the corner. You silently sipped on your tea and ate your pastries, while Jeonghan drank his coffee with a small frown on his face.

You weren’t sure what he was frowning about, but you couldn’t bring yourself to ask as you just basked in the oddly comforting silence. For once, it was nice to be around Jeonghan after years of animosity and bickering. If you told your past self where you were right now, she’d probably scoff and look at you as if you had grown three more heads.

“Is it good?” Jeonghan suddenly spoke up, and that made you look at him. “The pastries, I mean. Are they good?”

“Do you want a bite?” You blurted out your offer, passing the paper bag with the pastry towards him as he paused before leaning in and taking a bite. He hummed, pursing his lips gently before licking them.

“It’s.. It’s not that bad, I guess,” he murmured, washing the sweetness of the pastry off with some more coffee. “Not as sweet as you.”

He added, soon after, with a tiny grin on his lips, causing your whole body to warm up at his words. You were never going to live this down, were you?

After your short breakfast, the two of you decided to take a walk around the park, letting some students see the two of you act all close and ‘lovey-dovey’. You clung to Jeonghan’s arm, smiling sweetly and laughing at his jokes as the students you passed by had their mouths hanging slightly. I mean, since when did you laugh at Yoon Jeonghan’s jokes? And clung to him as if you were in love with the man?

Most people knew how much the two of you hated each other—it was a whole thing around campus because of how popular Jeonghan was with the girls. He was as notorious a fuckboy as Seungcheol. If not worse than him. So, seeing him act so… enamoured by you was strange to say the least. He didn’t look at other girls the way he looked at you, that was sure.

When it was almost time for your first class, Jeonghan walked you to your building, even though his was on the other side of campus. “See you during lunch? I need Seungcheol to see that we’re a thing.”

“Can’t—I promised Mingyu and Jihyo we’d hang out at the library.”

Jeonghan just let a soft ‘ah’ at that before nodding and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Alright, then.. I’ll see you later.”

You hummed as you gave him an awkward wave, not expecting the forehead kiss and easy acceptance of the fact that you had other plans with friends.

“He let you hang out with us?” Mingyu raised his eyebrow, skepticism laced in his tone. “Lowkey thought he’d be one of those semi-possessive pricks that wouldn’t let their girlfriends hang out with guys.”

“Mingyu—you were literally telling me to use condoms last time we called.” You swatted your best friend as he snickered, eating a chocolate bar. Jihyo was interested in gossip, so you had told her most of what happened; her reactions were the same as those of your three best friends.

“The two of you started dating way back then? Was it already serious back then or..?” Jihyo, seemingly more observant than your male friends, questioned about the whole nature of the relationship.

“No, we started being more serious just about two weeks ago.” Jeonghan suddenly appeared from behind you, startling you as he sat down beside you. “You don’t mind if I join you guys, right?”

“Jeonghan…” You murmured, surprise still filling you as he hummed, handing you a paper bag that seemed to contain a cream cheese bagel from the cafe you liked hanging around at with your friends.

“No, we don’t mind, but why are you here?” Mingyu seemed suspicious at the sudden appearance of Jeonghan, but the latter kept it cool. “Aren’t you supposed to be with your friends or something?”

“Nah, I ditched Seungcheol to spend some time with my pretty girl here.” Jeonghan ruffled your hair, causing you to swat his hand away and huff before giggling.

“My pretty girl?”

Both your friends sounded surprised at the new nickname used, glancing at your unbothered reaction, when you’d normally have scoffed by now or insulted Jeonghan in some type of way. But no, you just playfully swatted his hand away and giggled.

Jihyo recovered from her shock first, and Mingyu followed as the former decided to continue grilling the two of you for answers. “So you haven’t slept with anyone within the month the two of you were casually seeing each other?”

“Nope.” Jeonghan easily answered as if it were the truth. You wanted to scoff, remembering that the last time you went over to his dorm, he was with someone. Noticing your slightly disgruntled expression, Jeonghan leaned to whisper something into your ear. “It was porn.”

You snorted at that, your best friends looking at you confusedly before you continued your little whispered conversation with Jeonghan. “Who watches porn that loud?”

“I did it to pretend to have someone over, you know, so that people would leave me alone.. I haven’t slept with anyone since I told my mom I was dating you.”

That admission seemed to make you feel a bit better for some reason. You weren't sure why, but knowing that Jeonghan hadn’t slept with anyone for the past month because of some blatant lie he'd told his mom was incredibly endearing. But then again, you vividly remembered the girl calling Jeonghan’s name.

“The video said ‘baby’, not ‘Hannie’, angel.” You seemed to have said your thoughts aloud, making him answer your concern before pecking your cheek in front of your friends. “Trust me, if I were to sleep with someone, it’d only be with you. I’m yours as much as you are mine.”

Those words made your whole body flush, and that made Jeonghan grin, cocking his head to the side in slight awe of your reaction. This was fake, this was fake, this was—

“Ahem. We’re still here, you know? You can do this little intimate bubble later.” Mingyu deadpanned, squinting at Jeonghan and you as he crossed his arms.

“Mingyu, shut up, I wanted to see them kiss!” Jihyo whined, hitting your best friend for ruining the moment between you and your fake boyfriend.

As much as you started to enjoy pretending with Jeonghan, you knew this was dangerous for your heart, and were quietly thankful for Mingyu’s intervention, even if he didn’t know the truth. That was your best friend's intuition for you.

“Shit.. I need to get going, I have cheer practice, and you,” she tugged at Mingyu’s hoodie. “Have football practice. We’ll leave you two to your devices. Don’t have sex here, though, have some decency.”

Jihyo winked at you before dragging Mingyu out of the library, leaving you and Jeonghan alone. You immediately scooted your chair a little further away from him, only for him to scoot closer to you again, making you furrow your brows.

“Even if your friends aren’t around, other students are. Better safe than sorry, angel. I still have that file saved on my phone.” He cooed, teasing and taunting you with the same thing that made you agree to this dumpster fire of a relationship.

“Here I thought you’d stop being an ass.” You huffed, rolling your eyes. Glancing at the untouched bagel, you took it out and took a bite, sighing in pleasure as the flavour of the cream cheese hit your tongue. “You’re lucky Mingyu was nice enough to comply and give you that list of things I liked, because I would've cursed you out by now.”

Jeonghan was about to correct you, but he hesitated before deciding against it, shaking his head with a soft smile as he let you believe what you wanted to believe.

Jeonghan wasn’t sure where it started; when he’d start paying attention to every little thing about you. He swore he just loved riling you up and seeing you so pissed off at him, but ever since that night, he couldn’t get you out of his head. It was like everything that he had noticed had accumulated, and he remembered everything. The way he overheard how you liked your tea, or that you loved strawberries, or the way you’d scrunch your nose when someone got your order wrong. He noted everything down mentally without even realising it.

He both hated and loved the fact. Hated it because it showed that he cared more than he’d like to admit, but loved it because he’d get to see that surprised expression on your face every time he did something right. It was both a reward and a punishment.

So, when he watched you enjoy the bagel he bought you from the cafe you liked just outside of campus? It made his heart squeeze in both doubt and certainty. He was going to have your heart by the end of the two weeks, or he’d die trying. Otherwise, he’d rip himself to shreds.

“We should get going. Do you have any more classes?” He asked when you finished eating, grabbed his bag, and slung it over his shoulder. When you shook your head, Jeonghan hummed as an idea popped into his head. “Okay, good, I wanted to take you somewhere. It’s a surprise, though, so I’m gonna have to blindfold you. We just have to go to my place for a minute so that I can get said blindfold.”

“Are you sure you’re not trying to kidnap me?” You snorted as you packed your stuff and crushed the paper bag before throwing it away by a nearby trash can. “Also, why do you own a blindfold?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, angel?” He winked playfully, making you flush as he chuckled. He was going to make sure you’d like this surprise, already planning how he wanted to woo you fully.

The drive to his dorm was a short one, and Jeonghan didn’t take long to grab the blindfold, leaving you to wait in his car while you typed on your phone, trying to pass the time by writing some parts for your fic. When he came back, you closed your phone, clearing your throat as if you were almost caught handing out contraband in a prison yard.

Jeonghan didn’t even blink when he clocked you. “You were writing fanfiction, weren’t you?”

“I—” You tried to defend yourself, but he didn’t let you, chuckling instead.

“Jeez, angel, relax. I’ve seen you write. You don’t have to explain yourself to me, and you can write whatever you want. Now turn around so I can put this blindfold around your eyes.”

You listened, turning around as he wrapped the blindfold around your eyes, careful not to make it too tight but also not too loose. When you sat back, you could only see black, your primary sense taken away from you because of Jeonghan’s supposed surprise.

“We also need to make a small pit stop somewhere, and the surprise is a bit of a drive, so just relax and enjoy being temporarily blind, alright?” He murmured, making you turn your head to look at him with a deadpan expression, but it didn’t work since your eyes were covered. He just chuckled, caressing your cheek before he ignited the car and started to drive.

Jeonghan parked his car after he had driven the two of you somewhere, and told you to stay put while he went to get something. He came back about twenty minutes later or so, opening the door to the backseat and placing some plastic bags into the seats before getting back into the driver’s seat.

“What’d you buy?” You asked curiously, and he only hummed in response, leaving you curious.

Jeonghan continued to drive you both for about 30 minutes before stopping. “Wait a sec, I’ll get you out of the car.”

He simply said before exiting the vehicle, rushing towards your door as he opened it, taking your hand. It was chilly, and you could hear the soft chirping of crickets. You could also smell the dampness in the air.

“Where are we?” You finally asked as he took off the blindfold from your eyes. It took you a bit to get used to seeing again, but once you did, you gasped softly. You were by the lakeside, where the university used for activities. It was a popular spot among college students, but it seemed stranded.

“We’re at the more secluded part of the lake. I only know of this spot. And now, so do you.” He nosed your temple as he brought you close. You were in awe of the spot, the sun setting from afar beneath the treeline, leaving the sky with a beautiful pinkish-orange hue. “Surprise?”

“This is beautiful, Jeonghan, I—thank you.”

You looked up at him, eyes soft as he looked back at you with the same look, but it was a bit strained. You wanted to ask him about it, but he only distracted you with the view of the lake as he sat you down on the hood of his car before bringing the food he had bought earlier—burgers and fries. He handed you the food, which you eagerly accepted, as you were a little hungry.

The two of you ate in silence, enjoying each other’s company as your thoughts brought you back to that night when he brought you to that field, and he had done something similar. That reminded you of the almost-kiss.

You swallowed thickly as you sent Jeonghan short glances, your heart pounding in your chest as you remembered how tipsy you had been back then, how it felt like a good idea to kiss him when you clearly didn’t have to. It made your body tingle as the parallels seemed to happen.

Once you were done eating, Jeonghan threw the containers of your food back into the plastic bag. The two of you enjoyed the sounds of nature before you decided to say something. “Hey, Jeonghan?”

“Mmm? What is it, angel?” He glanced in your direction, tilting his head to the side.

“I… can I ask a stupid question?”

“Depends,” he murmured, scooting over closer, leaning down as he smiled at you. “What kind of question are we talking about?”

“The type that would make me regret it,” you murmured, the keywords coming out. The type that would make me regret it.

It immediately took him back to that night in the field.

“You'd better get this away from me before I finish it whole and do something I might regret…”

“Like what, angel?” He murmured, voice soft as he placed both your beers into the cooler before lifting your chin to make you look at him. “Tell me.”

“No.. It’s stupid,” you practically whined, burying your face into his shoulder as you inhaled his scent. He smelled nice. Nicer than you expected, as you sighed softly.

“Come on,” Jeonghan cooed, coaxing you to say what was on your mind. “Don’t leave me hanging.”

You moved your head away from his shoulder to gaze up at his eyes—piercing through you with an unspeakable softness. You mumbled, incoherent to Jeonghan as he leaned down to hear you better. “Mind repeating that, angel?”

“I want you to kiss me.”

Jeonghan swallowed thickly as you watched him react to what you had just said. So he did remember. It wasn’t just a figment of your imagination. He covered his nervousness with a chuckle, a familiar smirk coming to his lips as he spoke.

“And what would make you regret asking it, angel?”

“Because I want you to kiss me, Yoon Jeonghan.” You said simply, but your heart pounded in your chest as you waited for his response. You weren’t tipsy. You were fully in control of your thoughts and words, so there was no doubt that you truly wanted this, and Jeonghan wasn’t just hearing things.

He clenched his jaw as he chuckled softly, before being on you in seconds. He cradled your face into his hands, bringing it closer to his as he crashed his lips against yours. You couldn’t help but squeak gently at how desperately he kissed you, melting against him as you kissed back.

Jeonghan didn’t give you time to breathe, slipping his tongue into your mouth as he groaned at the taste of your lips against his once more.

This kiss was real. And no one was going to take it away from Jeonghan’s cold, dead hands.

“Fuck—” he muttered against your lips, moving his hands from your face to your hips, pulling you flush against him as he continued to ravage you with his mouth, grinding himself against you.

A whine left your lips as your hands tangled in his hair, causing him to grunt softly, loving the way your hands felt in his hair. “This is what you do to me, sweetheart.”

He choked out as he pulled away from the kiss to lead one of your hands to his clothed, half-hard cock, making you palm him through his pants. You whimpered, your eyes glassy as you looked up at him, lips slick with spit and puffy from kissing him so much.

Your eyes seemed to plead for something, but you seemed unsure to ask as you continued to palm his cock. That’s when he decided to ask, wanting to know what you were thinking about.

“What is it, angel? Talk to me,” he cooed, squeezing your hips as he nuzzled his nose against yours.

You bit your lower lip as he cooed at you, swallowing before voicing out your needs. “I need you to fuck me, Hannie—”

That made Jeonghan’s breath hitch, his eyes searching your face for any hint of hesitation or regret for asking that so suddenly, but he saw none. When you squeezed his dick gently, that made him groan and nod, already leading you to the backseat of his car.

You crawled into the backseat, Jeonghan following suit as he pressed his body close to yours, his hands roaming all over your body. His delicate, slender fingers trailed along your abdomen, pushing your top up to caress the underside of your bra-clad breast while he ground himself against your ass, muttering sweet nothings into your ear.

“Gonna fuck you so good, you’ll forget your name, angel. Gonna ruin this pretty pussy with my cock.”

You whined at that, grinding your ass back against him as he moved his hand to play with your breast, squeezing and pinching your nipple. “Hannie—”

“Shh, let me take care of you, sweets.. Lemme fuck that little attitude out of you until you’re only begging for my cock.” He whispered filthily into your ear, causing your cunt to squeeze around nothing as the continuous grinding only got you wetter. He pushed your top, along with your bra, higher, exposing your breasts to the cold air inside the car.

That caused your nipples to pebble into hard peaks, making you moan softly when Jeonghan continued to play with your tits until they were sore.

Once he was satisfied with teasing you, he easily dragged your jeans down, leaving you in your baby blue cotton panties, the gusset soaked with your arousal. He sat back on his heels as he palmed your ass, whistling lowly.

“This is one hell of a view…” He muttered to himself, which caused you to push yourself back against him, impatient and whiny.

“Hannie, hurry up—” you complained, only to squeal when he swatted your rear before soothing it with his palm. “Please, Jeonghan, I need it so bad.”

“I know, sweetheart, me too, but let a guy enjoy the view.” He cooed, causing you to huff softly, but you let him get what he wanted.

After a minute or two, he finally moved, grabbing the pack of condoms he had bought from the gas station. “I told you they’d be useful.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes at his words as you watched him undo his pants slowly, teasing you, a shit-eating grin present on his lips as he pulled out his leaking cock. Your throat dried up at the sight—long and thick, precum beading at the pinkish-red tip. He wrapped his hand around it, stroking himself gently at the sight of you, and all you could do was whine.

He opened the packet, ripping it with his teeth before taking the condom out and rolling it over his shaft, a soft hiss coming out of his lips.

Jeonghan stopped wasting his time now, dragging your panties down to reveal your drooling cunt. You trembled as you licked your lips in anticipation, gasping softly when he positioned his tip against your gaping hole.

“You sure you want to cross this line, angel? This means breaking your “No sex” rule,” he murmured, still giving you an out if you wanted to stop. You only pushed yourself back, jutting your lips slightly.

“Fuck me, Jeonghan,” you pleaded, too horny to think of the rule you had set for both of you. “Rules are meant to be broken.”

Jeonghan groaned in approval at that, as he pushed his tip into your tight heat, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. He tried not to slam into you, letting you get used to the stretch as you cried out his name.

You dug your nails into the leather seat of his car, moaning as his cock filled you up inch by inch. “Jeonghan, fuck—”

“I know, baby, you feel so good stretching around my dick, such a good girl for me, just f’me…” He grumbled as he leaned his body against yours, pressing his chest against your back as he finally bottomed out inside you. You felt the way he stretched you out, your pussy spasming around his thick length, making him grunt as his hips bucked against yours.

Once you had gotten used to his dick inside you, you wriggled your hips, whining softly. “Hannie, move, please..”

Jeonghan listened, praising you once more, making your cunt clamp around his cock tighter at the sound of his voice. He dragged his cock until the tip was the only thing inside of you before slamming back into you full force, causing you to squeal and lean your hand against the door to prevent hitting your head against it.

He couldn’t help but be rough. Your pussy was so tight around his shaft that it was driving him insane. You whimpered as Jeonghan continued with his punishing thrusts, his cock sliding in and out of you with ease from how wet you were.

“Fuck, you’re so warm inside, baby. Choking and sucking in my cock like you’ve been needing this—is this what you’ve been wanting? Getting fucked by me like this?” He muttered into your ear, nipping the shell of it gently as he continued to pound into your sweet, dripping hole. You moaned pathetically, crying out as you nodded.

“Come on, baby, use your words, tell me how it feels.”

“F–feels—feels so, so good, H-Hannie–fuck!” You stumbled upon your words, Jeonghan fucking you harder, punctuating each thrust with your words, making you cry out again.

You could feel yourself get closer to your orgasm, whimpering as you reached for your clit, only for Jeonghan to slap your hand away. “Ah-ah, no touching. You’ll cum when I say you can cum, baby.”

“But–but—” you whimpered, and he only snapped his hips harder against you, making you understand that you weren’t the one in charge here. He was.

Your orgasm built slowly, feeling the heat coil in your gut until you couldn’t hold it in anymore as your pussy spasmed, leaking slick down your thighs. “Hannie, I’m so close—”

“I know, baby, me too..” Jeonghan grunted out as he felt himself get closer to the edge. He moved one hand from your hip towards your pudgy, neglected clit, rubbing the nub in tight circles with his fingers. “Cum for me, angel… Cum around my cock.”

Your toes curled as you wailed, panting as your orgasm hit you like a freight train, coming to you in strong waves of pleasure. Your back arched, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your pussy clenched tightly around Jeonghan’s cock, milking him for what he was worth. He came soon after with a strangled moan, spilling into the condom he was wearing.

The windows of the car were fogged up, and the damp scent of sex lingered on both of you. Jeonghan pulled out with a wet pop, tying the used condom and throwing it into a plastic bag on the floor of the backseat. He watched as you trembled, trying to recover as your empty whole continued to spasm. The sight alone was enough to make him hard again as he soothed you by rubbing your hip.

“You okay..?” He asked softly, catching his breath as he leaned against the backseat door. He manhandled you with ease, turning you around before sitting you down on his lap, his half-hard dick nudging against your mound.

You were still panting as you leaned your forehead against his. “Can we go again?”

“Baby—”

“Can we please go again, Hannie?” You pleaded in that sweet tone that he wouldn’t be able to deny, even if he tried. He nodded, already nudging his length against your weeping pussy once more before grabbing another condom and pushing himself fully inside you.

Jeonghan fucked you nice and slow this time around, dragging out the feeling of his cock inside you as you ground yourself against him, riding him like he wanted you to. He played with your clit, making you reach your second orgasm quickly before he flipped the two of you over, and he was on top of you again, as you wrapped your legs around his waist. He chased his orgasm before he came into the condom once again.

He didn’t pull out of you this time, basking in the afterglow as he looked down at you with awe. When you asked for a third round, he practically groaned, not having the stamina you had. But he obliged either way, giving you what you wanted until your legs felt like jelly.

By the time the two of you were finished, you were twitching and whining, and tears were running down your cheeks from how much Jeonghan had ruined you. The two of you were cuddling in the back seat, with you on top of him as he played with your hair.

You weren’t sure what this meant, but the two of you definitely crossed a line you couldn’t come back from. But you weren’t willing to talk about it now, enjoying each other’s presence instead.

After a little while, you sat up, patting Jeonghan’s chest as he stirred from his nap. “We should get going. It’s late.”

He grunted, but you were right. It was indeed getting late, and you’d rather sleep on a comfortable bed instead of the backseat of his car. So, the two of you got dressed, cleaned up after yourselves, and headed up front to the driver and passenger seats. The drive back was quiet and full of tension, but when Jeonghan placed his hand on your thigh, you quietly welcomed the comforting touch.

He squeezed the covered skin gently, humming as he drove while you watched the treeline outside the car window. He tapped his fingers along the steering wheel before glancing at you and speaking. “You good?”

You hummed weakly at his question, closing your eyes as you leaned your head against the cool window. You moved your hand to intertwine it with Jeonghan’s, the touch surprising him, but he didn’t pull away. When you got to your apartment, he parked the car, but didn’t fully turn it off just yet.

“I, uhm…” You started, unsure of what to say, as post-nut clarity set in on the way, your brain arguing with your heart as you avoided looking at Jeonghan. He seemed to understand where you were getting at, squeezing your hand gently.

“We don’t have to talk about it, angel. Just head back upstairs,” he murmured softly, as if he wasn’t going to even try to fight you about this, brushing his fingers along your jaw as he made you look at him, and grabbed your chin gently before bringing you in for a slow, sweet kiss. He pulled away before he could slip his tongue in, holding himself back as he gave you a strained smile. “Good night, angel.”

You exited his car, dazed from the sweet kiss, walking up to your apartment on autopilot as you sat down on your couch before grabbing a throw pillow and screaming into it.

You were fucked. Both literally and figuratively.

You didn’t sleep a wink last night, spending your time writing and bothering Mingyu instead. You decided to email your professors to say you wouldn’t attend your lectures that day and would instead rot in your room.

In the afternoon, Jihyo suddenly came over with snacks and your favourite drinks after hearing from Mingyu that you were supposedly bedrotting in your apartment. She gently kicked the door to your bedroom open, throwing the grocery bag into your bed before crossing her arms. “Okay, spill. Why weren’t you in any of your classes today?”

“I stayed up all night..?” You glanced at her with toner pads on your cheeks, one knee tucked close to your chest as you stated the obvious. You fidgeted in your chair, your leg that was down on the floor bouncing gently as you looked at your laptop screen blankly.

“Okay, that can’t be the only reason you missed Classical Lit. I took notes for you, by the way, I’ll send them to you later.” She plopped down on your bed, noticing your clenched jaw as you typed. You seemed distracted, which she could clock immediately from the years she’s spent time with you. “You’re thinking about something.”

You cursed mentally, closing your eyes as you sighed. You couldn’t tell Jihyo you fucked Jeonghan and that you were freaking out about it, because that would seem suspicious for two people who were supposedly dating for a month now, right?

“I, uh.. I might’ve done something,” you started, your shoulders slightly tensing up as you continued. “I fucked Jeonghan.”

Jihyo shot up, sitting down straight as he heard the words ‘Jeonghan’ and ‘fucked’ in the same sentence. “You did what?”

You winced at Jihyo’s reaction, though you were a bit thankful that she was surprised. You turned your chair as you scratched your head before picking on the material of the sweatpants you were wearing.

“Is that why you didn’t come to any of your lectures today? Because you’re sore from getting laid?”

“What–?! No! I—I just.. I knew I wouldn’t be able to focus, and– and I didn’t know how to feel about it…” You looked down at your rug, unsure of what you were currently doing as Jihyo’s gaze softened.

“Oh, honey, you’re freaking out, aren’t you?” You nodded at that, jaw still clenched as you thought of how to explain it to Jihyo without sounding like you weren’t used to a relationship with Jeonghan.

“It’s just… It was our first time, you know? I initiated it, and it was amazing, god, it was absolutely amazing, but post-nut clarity or whatever…” You muttered, chewing on the inside of your cheek.

Jihyo just hummed at that, thinking of something to say. “Did the two of you talk about it? You know, after?”

You shook your head, and Jihyo sighed at that. You bit your lower lip before adding something more, knowing that Jihyo just wanted to help.

“We did cuddle in his backseat for a little while. And he kissed me good night afterwards.”

“YOU HAD SEX IN HIS CAR?!” She covered her mouth after screaming, apologising for startling you as she cleared her throat. “I–sorry, I just didn’t expect Jeonghan to have sex with you in his car. He never does that with anyone. Did… did you do it in a parking lot or something?”

“What—no! He took me to that lake our university uses for water sports, but not to the usual hook-up spot most students go to. He took me to a spot only he knew about, bought snacks that I liked, and it escalated from there.” You scratched your cheek as Jihyo’s jaw hung open. You blinked at her, concerned as you took off the toner pads on your face, getting up from your chair to throw the pads away.

Once she recovered, she turned to where you were standing, doing the rest of your skin care routine. “Girl, you should know that Yoon Jeonghan has never fucked anyone in his car before. He treats that thing like his temple—”

“Please.” You rolled your eyes, but Jihyo seemed serious. That reminded you of what Jeonghan said to you before.

“Chill out, I don’t have sex in my car.”

“Seriously, girl, if he did all that, that means a lot. I might not know Jeonghan that well, but I do know his sex habits. He never, and I mean never, had sex with someone in his car. Never. None of the girls I know who hooked up with him has ever done it with him—”

“Okay, enough. I get it. I’m special or something…” You grumbled, still doubting inside. Not because Jeonghan never fucked anyone in his car, but you before but because you could feel your feelings stirring in your chest when you knew that this was supposed to be fake.

Jihyo could sense there was something still bothering you, so she just dragged you into your bed after you placed down whatever skincare product you were holding. “You’re literally his girl. But you’re doubting something. What is it?”

“Nothing, it’s just that we didn’t talk about it. I mean, not that I didn’t want to, but I was also scared, I guess?” You shrugged, and your friend just nodded gently.

“Do you want to do it again?” She suddenly asked, catching you off guard. Did you want to do it again? You weren’t sure. But what you were sure of was that it couldn’t happen again. It shouldn’t because you weren’t sure you wouldn’t catch feelings for Jeonghan if you did.

“I don’t know.” You just answered her, looking at your ceiling.

You wanted to slap yourself. Catch feelings for Jeonghan? That was a ridiculous thought, but it lingered in there—in the deepest pits of your hesitant heart. You could feel your anxiety spiking, but you shoved it down into the box you hid deep in your head as you just sighed. Past you really screwed you over.

A few hours into your hangout with Jihyo, you received a text from Jeonghan that you decided to ignore until it was late in the evening, and Jihyo had decided to leave, but not before giving you a tight squeeze and reassuring you that it’d be okay.

Jeonghan: Are you home?

Jeonghan: I have something for you, so please reply.

Jeonghan: Angel??

Jeonghan: I’m coming over.

That was his latest message, and you were going to rip your hair out as you continued to pace in your living room, wearing your ratty t-shirt and sweatpants. You weren’t ready to face him yet. What were you supposed to say? What were you supposed to—

A knock interrupted your thoughts, and you took a deep breath. You could do this.

You opened the door to find Jeonghan, wearing a simple navy blue hoodie and grey sweatpants, holding a white teddy bear in silly overalls and a basket of strawberries. “Hey.”

“Hi.” You stood by your door, blocking the entrance as he smiled at you. “What—what is that?”

“Oh, uh… I saw it while I was shopping earlier, and decided to buy it. It’s for you. I named it Jeonghan Jr., isn’t he adorable?” He tilted his head as he made the bear wave at you.

“I—you came over just to give me a bear?” You sputtered, blinking at him rapidly as he shrugged.

“Yes, and to talk.” His expression got a little more serious as you swallowed thickly, unsure if you wanted to let him in. “Can I come in?”

You faltered for a minute before finally moving aside to let him in, closing the door as you stood there awkwardly. You led him to your living room, letting him sit on your couch as he looked at everything—the pictures on the wall of you and your friends, the tiny bookshelf in the corner where you had your reading nook, and some other memorabilia you had. There were fairy lights on the rod of the window curtains, giving the room a warm glow as lamps lit the space instead of the ceiling light. It felt homey.

“What did you want to talk about?” You blurted out, feeling observed as Jeonghan perceived your space. He patted the space beside him, but you only shook your head as you hugged yourself. You couldn’t trust yourself to sit so close to him after last night. Not when his touch still lingered on your skin as if it branded you.

He sighed, placing Jeonghan Jr. by your throw pillows before rubbing his neck, as if he felt awkward. Maybe he was, you couldn’t tell. “About last night…”

“We, I— if you thought it was a mistake, I totally get it, I don’t know what had gotten to me last night, I’m sorry—” you started to ramble, looking around to avoid his gaze as you supported a nervous smile.

“Angel.”

“I said that rules should be broken, yes, but I wasn’t thinking straight, not really, I guess I was really horny and whatnot—”

“Angel, listen to me.” He finally cut you off, not realising he had gotten up from your couch as he grabbed your shoulders. “Listen to me, and tell me one thing.”

“Yeah..?” You looked up at him, eyes full of conflicting feelings you weren’t sure how to address as your heart continued to clash with your brain. You were supposed to hate Jeonghan, so why were you feeling like this?

“Do you regret it?” He simply asked, making you blink at him.

Did you regret it? How the hell were you supposed to answer that? How were you supposed to answer a question like that when your feelings were all over the place?

You only clenched your jaw before answering what you had to say to keep this less messy.

“Yes.” No. “I do.” I don’t. You had to prevent yourself from clenching your jaw as you looked at how Jeonghan’s face seemed to harden up as he just nodded. You could feel your heart clench in your chest, even though it wasn’t supposed to do that.

“Do you?” You decided to ask back even though you knew that the answer would hurt. You needed to know.

“No.” He shook his head, no hint of that smile you always saw on his lips. “Not one bit, angel.”

He answered simply and honestly, and that took your breath away, not expecting such an answer to come from him. “But I understand where you’re coming from, so I’ll leave you to your devices for now.”

He let go of your shoulders, passing you to head towards the front door, and you didn’t stop him. Why would you? This was fake, so there was no point in pretending to care about it.

The door to your apartment clicked shut, but it made you flinch as if he slammed it closed either way. You stumbled into your couch, covering your face with your hands as you felt the lump in your throat growing and your eyes stinging.

You let yourself cry into your hands quietly, taking in sniffles as you realised how much you craved Jeonghan’s presence even if you hated it sometimes.

You liked Jeonghan.

It had been four whole days since your conversation with Jeonghan, and the two of you acted like normal, sharing kisses here and there or holding hands in public. You pretended it didn’t affect you, but it was slowly getting to you with every lingering kiss coming from him, or whispering a joke that only the two of you would laugh about in front of your group of friends.

Right now, you were driving home a day early with Jeonghan for Tommy’s birthday party on Saturday. His hand was lazily placed on the console of his car while he hummed along to the music in the car. You, on the other hand, were fidgeting with your fingers, unable to stay still as you picked at your cuticles.

Jeonghan noticed, grabbing your hand before you could make your fingers bleed. “Stop doing that.”

He chided softly, glancing at you before looking back at the road. He intertwined your fingers together, and your throat tightened, being reminded of that night as you closed your eyes shut.

Your eyes only opened when he squeezed your hand comfortingly, a silent reassurance of sorts that gave your heart more reason to clench and ache. Was this really the same man you used to hate? The same man who picked on you and embarrassed you? You couldn’t tell anymore as you avoided looking at him.

Once you'd gotten back home, you were greeted by your younger brother as he tackled both you and Jeonghan, a soft ‘oomph’ coming out from the two of you as you laughed softly. You ruffled your younger brother’s hair before picking him up into your arms.

“You missed us, didn’tcha, bud?” Your brother nodded as he hugged you tightly, then looked at Jeonghan with a wide smile.

“Hannie is here too!” He said excitedly, and you hummed, nodding. Jeonghan booped Tommy’s nose, making the kid scrunch his face before he laughed.

“Of course, bud, I promised I’d bring your big sis home early, didn’t I?” He reminded the little boy, and your eyes softened at that. “And we have a plethora of presents.”

Jeonghan whispered with a wink, and Tommy’s eyes sparkled at the mention of gifts. When he asked to see them, you denied him, telling him he’d receive them on Saturday, his actual birthday. The boy pouted but settled down after your dad took him and coaxed him into a game of hide-and-seek.

“He’s such a hyperactive kid.” Jeonghan sighed, and you snorted softly at how tired he looked. The two of you headed up to your room, placing your stuff there before he closed the door, and you paused when you felt the air change.

“Angel…” He murmured behind you, and you could swear every hair on your body stood at that sound of his voice. His hands moved to touch your hips, hesitant, but there.

“Yeah?” You whispered, voice airy as he pressed himself against you, head leaning against your shoulder as he let out a deep sigh.

“Nothing. Just let me hold you like this for a second.” He sounded strained, as if he was holding himself back.

“You don’t have to do that when we’re alone like this, Jeonghan. That’s against the rules—”

“Screw the fucking rules, angel. We crossed lines nights ago, so just let me have this.” His tone was hard, but not harsh, as he pleaded. So, you let him hold onto you like that for five minutes before he finally pulled away.

Jeonghan cleared his throat. “I’m going downstairs. You coming?”

“I—I’ll be there in a bit. I still have to unpack some of my stuff.” You turned to look at him, expression unreadable. He paused before refraining from saying anything else and left you alone. Once he had exited the room, you let out a breath you were holding, running your fingers through your hair. What the hell was going on with him?

You finished unpacking about fifteen minutes later, going down to find Jeonghan lounging around in the living room before his gaze found yours, and he stood up, licking his lips. “Do you, uh, want to go on a walk with me?”

You blinked, swallowing thickly as you looked around to see your parents by the dining table, probably eavesdropping. Nodding, the two of you headed towards the front door, shouting to your parents that you were going on a stroll with Jeonghan.

The two of you walked in silence around your neighbourhood, feeling too awkward to talk. It’s been like that all day, or when the two of you were alone. All because of that evening.

Then, you noticed something with the corner of your eye, gasping softly, which made Jeonghan turn his head towards where you were looking. It was the playground you, Jeonghan, and Mingyu used to play in—well, mostly you and Jeonghan, since Mingyu was forced to study all the time.

“Do you wanna go?” He murmured, and you nodded, already walking towards the swings as you snorted at the memory coming to you.

“You used to push me off the swing a lot.” You sat down on one of them, glancing at Jeonghan and waiting for him to sit down.

He chuckled at the memory you triggered, sitting down beside you as he started swinging himself gently. “That was only because you hogged my spot.”

“It wasn’t your spot, Jeonghan, it’s a public playground!” You laughed softly, pushing him gently as he cracked a genuine smile. It was the first one that wasn’t as strained as the others from a couple of days ago.

“Yeah, but it was my favourite swing! The seat was comfortable back then.” He sighed, reminiscing about the times of your childhood with a fond smile. “I remember pulling at your pigtails, though.”

“You suck,” you grumbled, making him laugh as you pouted, but laughed along with him. The atmosphere between you was lighter, and you felt relief. He seemed to be looking at you now, and you looked back at him with a soft, warm smile that he returned. Something pulled at your heartstrings.

That’s when you leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Jeonghan’s lips without expecting to do it. You gasped softly, pulling away, but he chased your lips and brought your face closer once more, pressing his mouth against yours more firmly as he kissed you.

You let yourself melt into the kiss and mewled softly when Jeonghan slipped his tongue inside your mouth. He kissed you as if you’d disappear if he didn’t hold onto you long enough. He held your face as if you were something he cherished and cared about, something he didn’t want to lose. And on the inside, you hoped that the latter was true.

Both of you pulled away for air, panting softly as Jeonghan leaned his forehead against yours, smiling. “I.. I didn’t expect that.”

“Me neither,” you mumbled shyly as he pecked your slightly swollen lips before getting off the swing and offering his hand. You tilted your head in confusion as you took his hand and got up from the swing you were sitting on. “Are we going back already?”

“You don’t expect me to fuck the lights out of my girlfriend in a playground, do you?” He smirked, tilting your head up with his index finger before cooing at you. “Or are you into that thing?”

You flushed, slapping his hand away as you grumbled and started walking ahead of him back to your house, as he chuckled and followed suit. You were back to bantering, which was good. But that didn’t really confirm or deny your feelings for one another.

Heading back to the house, you made a small pit stop at a convenience store to get some snacks and drinks. On the way back, he decided to quietly grab your hand without warning, pretending to be oblivious to the fact that the two of you were holding hands. You stifled a laugh at that, buying into his deception as both of you walked home holding hands.

“We’re back!” You shouted from the front door, and your mother answered back with a brief “dinner will be ready in an hour”, giving you time to kill. Once you finished taking off your shoes, you went upstairs with Jeonghan, your mind fully straight on one thing—finishing your fic.

So you plopped onto your bed, holding your laptop while Jeonghan looked at you with a barely restrained smile. You looked back at him with a raised eyebrow, wondering what he found so amusing while your laptop booted up.

“Nothing, nothing… It’s just that I kind of knew you were going to start writing the minute you chose those specific snacks and drinks at the convenience store earlier. I find it cute.”

He sat down on your bed, putting your legs over on his lap as he rubbed your calf up to your knee, making you shudder slightly as your focus shifted from your laptop to him. “Jeonghan.. What—what are you planning?”

“Didn’t I say I wanted to fuck my girlfriend senseless earlier?” He purred, fingers trailing up your thigh. Curse you and your decision to wear shorts earlier!

“Jeonghan, you—you were joking,” you murmured, voice pitched in a soft whine as he chuckled.

“I don’t joke about that type of thing, sweetheart. Put your computer away and spread those pretty legs. We have an hour before dinner's on the table, so I'd like to have dessert first.” His eyes were lidded, tone completely serious as you fidgeted. You couldn’t tell if he was messing with you or not, and it was both incredibly arousing and nerve-wracking.

That’s when Jeonghan grabbed your laptop, closed it, and tossed it somewhere on your bed. He gently pried your legs open, slotting himself between them, and you let him as your breath stuttered.

“Can I show my girlfriend how much she means to me..?” Jeonghan’s voice was laced with nervousness and need, his crotch pressing against yours as he brushed away a few strands of hair from your face. He waited for your approval, not moving an inch until you said yes. He searched your expression, seeing nothing but uncertainty, and he wanted to get rid of it.

“I.. I don’t know, Jeonghan…” You trailed off, seeing his expression twist into something you considered disappointment, before you continued. “Can you?”

It was soft, but enough for Jeonghan to hear as he sighed in relief, muttering something along the lines of “fucking tease” before crashing his lips onto yours. He kept his grinds minimal, to tease you of what was to come, as he moved his lips against yours with vigour, his fingers skimming and squeezing your thighs. His hands travelled along your plush body, groaning softly.

“You’re so perfect, angel. You don’t even know how much you drive me crazy,” he muttered against your mouth, pushing your top gently to touch the soft skin of your waist.

You chased his lips as he smiled before pressing soft pecks, giving you what you wanted, but not enough to satisfy. “Yeah? How do I drive you crazy, Hannie?”

“Firstly, that,” he murmured, nose brushing over yours as he spoke. “Love it when you call me that.”

“What else? Enlighten me, Mr. Yoon.” Jeonghan groaned at that, grinding his hips against your clothed core a bit harder, causing you to gasp softly. He placed another soft peck on your lips, nipping your lower lip as he grinned.

“Secondly, the way you gasp when I touch you. The pretty sounds you make when I tease you.” He whispered, hands squeezing and trailing up to the underside of your breasts, cupping the soft flesh over your lacy bra.

You gasp softly, already panting when all he did was gently grind against you and touch you so lightly. He chuckled at that. “Already so worked up… my lovely angel needs me to help her, don’t you?”

He cooed, and you nodded, unable to deny the fact that you needed him. Badly. So, he gave you what you wanted, grinding his hips properly now, as he leaned his head down to kiss down along your jaw and neck, nipping the skin gently as your arms found themselves wrapping around his neck lazily.

Jeonghan worked on taking your shorts off while kissing your neck and collar bones, making sure not to leave visible marks as he finally shimmied your shorts off down to your ankles, leaving you in your baby pink panties. “Cute—hey, ow-!”

He winced when you slapped his back as he chuckled against your neck. That’s when he spotted the damp spot on your underwear, making him smirk. Your face flushed as you turned your head when he looked up at you with a teasing glint in his eyes. He then moved his hand to ghost over the gusset.

“Already so wet for me? I haven’t even done anything yet…” He pressed his fingers against your clothed entrance, teasing and rubbing along your clothed slit. You whined and squirmed, your thighs loosening and spreading a bit wider for him, which made Jeonghan smirk. He played and teased your pussy until you were drenched, your inner thighs coated with slick.

“Hannie—I, I can’t—” you whined, writhing after the amount of teasing. You craved more, and you wanted Jeonghan to give it to you. “Please, please, please—”

“Aw, resorting to begging already, angel? Okay, I’ll be nice and give you my cock. That is what you want, right?” He cooed, and you couldn’t help but nod hastily, wanting anything he had to offer you—anything that would reduce the quelling ache in your cunt.

Jeonghan pushed his sweatpants and boxers down to his thighs, letting his cock out of its confines, gently slapping it over your covered pussy. He then shoved your panties to the side, too impatient to tug them off you.

He bit his lower lip, watching as he pushed himself into you, seeing how your little hole stretched as you stifled your moan against his shoulder. He could feel your walls spasming around him as you took him in, welcoming the intrusion. “That’s it, sweetheart, just take my cock, hm? Let me make you feel good.”

“Hannie—” you whined, mouth agape as your head hit your pillows when he snapped his hips harshly, bottoming out in one thrust. Your legs trembled as he set a punishing pace, making you let out obscene noises he had to muffle with his hand to prevent alerting your parents.

“Be quiet, angel… You don’t want to get caught, do you?” He crooned, his thrusts relentless as you shook your head and tears glazed your eyes from pleasure. He was ruining you, and you loved it.

“Fuck, at this point I might cum in you—” he muttered, making your eyes go wide at the fact that he was currently fucking you raw. Were the two of you that impatient? Your eyes rolled back from the feeling of his bare cock inside you, Jeonghan chuckling when he felt you get slipperier, your drooling hole clenching and unclenching around him as filthy sounds of skin slapping, your muffled moans, and his stifled grunts filled the room.

The way you reacted to the fact of him fucking you without a condom was what got him off. “You like that, don't you? My bare dick inside your messy pussy? You just want me to cum inside this pretty little hole and fill you up, don't you? Come on, baby, tell me.”

Jeonghan moved his hand from your mouth, your soft moans turning into a soft pant as he slowed his pace down. You managed to keen out a soft whine, and he snickered at how fucked out you looked underneath him.

“So cute… You can't even utter a word because you're so drunk off my cock, aren't you?” He murmured condescendingly, a little bit mean, but you only moaned. Your fingers grasped the t-shirt he was wearing, fisting it tightly.

“F–faster, please, go faster—” you choked out, your tears running down from the corner of your eyes, and Jeonghan wiped them away before snapping his hips gently, giving you what you wanted, but not quite.

“Do you deserve that, angel? Do you deserve to get fucked hard and fast by me?” He cooed, sweet yet mean, keeping his pace achingly slow. “Do you deserve that after telling me you regretted fucking me the first time?”

You cried out softly when he stopped moving, your pussy squeezing him, milking him as he moved his hand from your cheek to stimulate your pudgy clit. Your toes curled as your legs twitched at the pleasure jolting through you in a different way.

“I didn't mean it—I lied, I lied, Hannie, I didn't regret it—” you babbled, pleading with him to start moving again. You admitting that you didn't regret that night ignited something in Jeonghan, his hips moving once more, full of vigour and need as he grabbed one of your legs and hooked it over his shoulder, reaching deeper into you, as he pistoned his cock in and out of your drippy cunt.

You clung to him, eyes closing shut as you buried your face into his neck, your release coming dangerously close. He could feel the way your walls started to spasm, sucking him in like a suction, desperate for his cum, but he knew better.

He continued his ministrations on your bundle of nerves while plunging himself into you deeply, his thrusts getting sloppier as he made sure you came before him.

The heat in your stomach coiled with each thrust and touch, your body heating up impossibly as you reached the edge and started to cum around his shaft, almost triggering Jeonghan’s orgasm as he grunted and held back.

He prolonged your high and chased his release as he rutted into you before pulling out and coming all over your stomach, groaning as his vision blurred. Panting softly, Jeonghan’s hips bucked involuntarily, a moan leaving his lips when he saw you painted with his cum while your legs shook.

That’s when the two of you froze, a knock being heard. “Honey? Is everything okay in there? Dinner’s ready.”

You could hear your mom’s voice through the door, making your sex-hazed brain clear up immediately as you spoke up with a hoarse voice, still recovering from the physical activity you’d just done with Jeonghan.

“W–we’re fine, Mom! We’ll be down in ten—no, fifteen minutes!” You stumbled between your words as Jeonghan pressed gentle kisses on your neck and collarbones to give you a hard time answering. Satisfied with your answer, your mother left, her footsteps fading as you let out a sigh in relief.

“You look so hot covered with my cum, angel…” He murmured against the valley of your breasts, nosing the soft lace as he looked at you with lidded eyes. “Do we have to go downstairs?”

“Jeonghan.” You rolled your eyes as you pushed his face away from your chest, and he grunted and pouted. “Clean me up.”

“Gladly—”

“Not like that!” You hissed, smacking him as he chuckled and got off you to grab a few tissues from the tissue box on your nightstand before wiping off the cum from your stomach and helping you fix yourself up. Once you were done, you were about to leave the room, but Jeonghan grabbed your wrist, spinning you around to face him. He grabbed your waist with his free hand before placing a soft kiss on your lips, which made you huff.

“You’re so needy,” you grumbled, cheeks flushing.

He only kissed you again, smiling against your lips before speaking. “And insatiable. But only for you, angel.”

The two of you went downstairs five minutes later than you told your mom, trying not to look awkward as both of you bickered quietly before sitting down beside each other. Your family talked as usual, unaware of what had occurred between you and Jeonghan just thirty minutes ago.

While you ate, one of Jeonghan’s hands found itself on your thigh, rubbing sensually as you tried not to squirm in your seat to avoid suspicion from your parents. He pretended like nothing was happening, happily conversing with your father about something random you had tuned out. When his hand ghosted your center, your leg jolted, and your knee hit the table, alarming your parents as they looked at you with slightly confused expressions.

“Muscle spasm, sorry.” You apologised, shoving some mashed potatoes into your mouth. “These potatoes are really good, Mom. Right, Hannie?”

You looked at Jeonghan as you suddenly shoved a spoonful of the mashed potatoes into his mouth, catching him off guard as he just chewed and hummed. That gave you the chance to swat his hand away from your thigh while you poured some juice into his cup, acting like the doting, sweet girlfriend you were.

“So,” your mother started. “Any plans for the future? Like kids, hm?”

You and Jeonghan both choked on your drinks, almost spitting them out. “Mom!”

You gave your mother a look as she looked away with an innocent look on her face. Jeonghan recovered soon after, running his fingers through his hair as he nervously chuckled.

“Where’d you get that sudden idea, auntie?” He asked, and your mother hummed softly while your father looked stiff and awkward for bringing up such a conversation during dinner.

“Oh, I don’t know. It just seemed like a good question, you know. I’d like grandbabies soon!”

“Mom. We’re literally still in college.” You deadpanned, but your mother wasn’t truly being logical until Tommy decided to chime in on the conversation.

“I don’t wanna be an uncle yet! I’m too young!” He whined, and the situation got a lot lighter as you snorted softly and Jeonghan shook his head and smiled. The conversation then shifted to Tommy’s birthday and preparations for the next day, giving you time to breathe as you continued eating dinner in peace.

After dinner, Jeonghan and you headed upstairs to get ready for bed, with you going to the bathroom first. You did your skincare, changed into your pyjamas, and headed back to your bedroom, where Jeonghan was scrolling through his phone, wearing nothing but his sweatpants. You were still getting used to seeing him shirtless, and you couldn’t help but enjoy the view for a bit.

You nibbled on your lower lip before clearing your throat, announcing your presence to him as he looked up from his phone. “You can go to the bathroom now.”

He hummed, getting up from your bed before passing you, only to stop to whisper. “Glad you’re enjoying the view, angel.”

Your cheeks and neck burned as he left the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts. That’s when everything hit you. What were the two of you even doing? Was… was this real now? You weren’t sure until you asked him, but it contained more beans to spill than you wanted to deal with right now. So you shook it off, deciding it was better to enjoy the moment than overthink it.

When Jeonghan came back, he saw you half-sitting on your bed, leaning against the headboard as you read a book. Sighing softly with a fond smile, he moved towards the bed, deciding to slot himself between your legs and lie down on you. A grunt left your lips as you tried to kick him off somehow, but failed while he buried his face into your chest.

“You’re clingy,” you whined as you placed your book down, sighing in defeat when Jeonghan inhaled and exhaled deeply. “Why are you like this?”

You complained, but moved your hands to his hair, gently playing with the soft strands. He only hummed, pressing his cheek against you, and listened to your calm heartbeat.

“Because I think I’m gonna break another rule.”

Your breath hitched at that, and your heart started to increase its pace. Jeonghan seemed to notice how your body suddenly went rigid and let out a soft exhale before looking at you.

“You don’t have to say anything,” he murmured, eyes soft and full of something vulnerable as his hold on your body tightened. “Not yet, at least. I’m still figuring this out myself. But…”

Jeonghan trailed off, smiling at you. “I do want you, angel. More than you know.”

Those words hit you harder than you’d like to expect, sending your thoughts through a whirlwind of possibilities. Did that mean that this was real now? You wanted to voice all your thoughts, and Jeonghan sensed you had questions, so he simply answered them for you.

“I want you, as in I want you, angel. I don’t want to see anyone else after this whole thing ends.” He shifted, hovering over you now, his face leaning close to yours as his hair tickled your skin. You swallowed thickly, not knowing what to say as your heart raced.

“Does this mean we stop faking it..?” You finally managed to speak after a minute or two, your voice quiet and hesitant.

“Only if you want to.” Jeonghan watched your brows furrow as you looked away, as if you thought about the pros and cons of actually dating him properly. He didn’t rush you, not wanting to scare you off, and afraid of your answer.

You were silently freaking out, unsure of the whole thing as you frowned at the sudden change. Did you want to stop faking it? Did you truly want Jeonghan in the way he wanted you? You already figured out that you liked him, but you didn’t know what went through his head, and you didn’t want to get hurt in the long run.

Seeing the hesitation in your eyes, Jeonghan faltered, figuring out your answer through your face alone, his jaw clenching before unclenching as he started speaking. “I… I was just messing with you. Forget it.”

He muttered, pressing his cheek against your chest as he tried to fall asleep to the sound of your heartbeat, leaving you even more confused and full of unanswered questions.

You started the day pretty early due to preparations for Tommy’s birthday party. He had invited a few friends from school, so it was going to be quite a big party, filled with kids, which meant a lot of work for you, Jeonghan, and both of your parents.

You were currently busy preparing the cake, always baking it from scratch, and trying your best to make whatever your brother requested. Thankfully, he asked for something simple—a blue three-tiered cake with toy cars. You tried to make the toy cars edible and tried your best to make them as accurate as possible to the movie characters your brother was obsessed with.

Preparing the cake also meant being distracted from your thoughts. Jeonghan left you with questions he was probably unwilling to answer after last night, but at least it wasn’t as awkward as it was a few days ago.

While you were decorating the cake, Jeonghan came into the kitchen with a stack of boxes containing new toys and a bunch of wrapping paper. He placed boxes on the counter with a soft grunt. “How’s the cake going?”

You paused as he tried to make conversation, your eyes moving from the spot you were piping to your fake boyfriend. The mere presence of him threw you off your game, and you hated yourself for liking it too much while you were still thinking of the situation that happened yesterday. The sex, the talk. Everything.

“What does it look like, Jeonghan?” You were snappy, and he understood that, but still flinched gently at your tone. You were confused and angry, but mostly angry from frustration with decorating the cake and the lingering questions in your head. “I’m decorating the cake. That’s how it’s going.”

“Got it.”

He stayed quiet after that, doing what he planned to do, which was wrapping the gifts you had bought for your brother—well, Jeonghan bought half of them, arguing with you by the register about who was going to pay for them. He ended up winning, shutting you up with an embarrassingly long kiss in public—the stupid bastard.

You gritted your teeth as you just continued piping the cake with the blue whipped cream, accidentally squeezing on the piping bag a little too tightly, which caused it to pop, sending the cream everywhere, mostly landing on your shirt. It landed on Jeonghan as well, prompting him to pause on what he was doing as he blinked and looked at you.

“You did that on purpose.” He deadpanned as he grabbed the bowl where the rest of the whipped cream was, and scooped some into his finger before wiping it on your face. You screeched, retaliating as you snatched the plastic bowl from him and smeared the cream on his jaw and neck. “Oh, you little—”

Jeonghan let out a scoff as he chased you around the kitchen, as you squealed, trying to avoid him. That’s when your dad entered the kitchen to see the whipped cream all over the place. Your father cleared his throat, bringing the chase of cat and mouse between you and Jeonghan to a halt, your boyfriend’s hands wrapped around your waist as he picked you up to keep you from running.

“You'd better clean this mess up before your mom and Tommy come back from the store.” With that order, Jeonghan let go of you, nodding at your father.

Once your father left the room, you got rid of your shirt, leaving you in your tank top, leaving Jeonghan gaping before turning his head away, muttering to himself as he wiped the excess cream from his face with a paper towel.

You made a new batch of whipped cream, finished the cake, and put it in the fridge to cool overnight for the party the next day. You hated the silence between the two of you, and even if you were still partly annoyed at Jeonghan, you just wanted to talk to him.

“Hey.” You started, albeit awkwardly, but that caught his attention as he finished wrapping up the gifts for your younger brother. “Sorry about earlier…”

He waved it off, shaking his head as he cocked his head to the side and smiled. “No need to apologise about that, angel. Don’t worry about it.”

“But I—”

“Hush. How about you just help me take these into your room so that the little man doesn’t see them before his birthday party tomorrow?” He countered, trying to keep the atmosphere light between the two of you.

He didn’t want to linger on what happened, like usual. So, you followed with it, taking a stack of the boxes from Jeonghan before the two of you headed up to your room. If he didn’t want to take responsibility for whatever was going on between the two of you, you wouldn’t either.

Guests—mostly kids Tommy’s age—were already filling up your backyard as you juggled between the bowls of snacks and drinks you were carrying, clearly struggling before Jeonghan stepped in. The two of you hadn’t talked since yesterday, having just cuddled in your bed in silence, accepting each other’s warmth.

Other than that, you avoided him like the plague in your own home. It was easy with all of the commotion going on, though you still bumped into him once in a while when your mother called for both of you.

“Ask for help, don’t you?” He murmured, grabbing the juice from under your pits as he walked toward one of the tables set out in the backyard. “Stop avoiding me.”

“I’m not avoiding you, I’m just busy.” You snapped back softly, not wanting to start an argument in front of Tommy and his friends.

Jeonghan huffed and placed the juice bottles on the table before turning to face you. “You are avoiding me, and I don't blame you. I'm an asshole, remember?”

You clenched your jaw at that, knowing what he was trying to do. He was trying to paint himself as the same person you used to hate. Deciding to ignore him, you set the bowls of snacks out, kids swarming the table as you assisted them pour juice into their cups, smiling softly as you busied yourself rather than bothering with Jeonghan.

After a bit, your parents took over for you, letting you take a breather in the kitchen. You were nursing some juice in a glass, leaning against the counter, when Jeonghan came into the kitchen with an empty bowl. He paused for a second when he saw you before grabbing a bag of chips and pouring the contents into the bowl.

Silence filled the room, aside from the crinkling of the foil bag Jeonghan was crushing between his hands after filling the bowl with chips. He threw the foil pack into the trash and grabbed the bowl before finally sighing and placing it back down. You continued nursing and sipping on your drink, ignoring him, before he grabbed your wrist and dragged you upstairs.

“Jeonghan, what the fuck are you doing?” You frowned as he kept quiet and dragged you to the upstairs bathroom before locking the door. Blinking furiously, your frown deepened as you scoffed. “What the fuck are we doing in my bathroom?”

Jeonghan just shrugged, prompting you to head over to the door, but he easily stopped you as he caged you between himself and the bathroom counter. “To talk.”

“We talked, what the fuck are you on?” You muttered as you tried to get under his arm to escape, but he didn’t let you, which made you grunt softly. He was being irrational, and you couldn’t be stuck in the bathroom with him right now. Not when your parents might need your help.

“I mean, without this animosity—I don’t like it, angel.” It was his turn to frown as he leaned down. You let out another huff, snorting softly. “I’m serious.”

“Yeah, right. Tell me that when you actually mean it, because I’m not letting you mess with me again–mnf-!” You grumbled, rolling your eyes, only to widen your eyes when he pressed his lips against yours. One of his hands snaked to the back of your head, holding onto the nape of your neck as he kept you there.

His lips desperately moved against yours, fingers tangling in your hair as he tilted your head a bit to the side. You hit his chest as you tried to pull away, only to give up and melt against him after a minute of resisting.

You grasped onto his shirt, fisting it tightly as you returned his kiss, a relieved grunt leaving Jeonghan when he felt you relax against him. A sigh left you when he moved his mouth from yours down to your jaw and neck, licking and nipping but not marking. You mewled when he nipped a particular spot on the slope of your neck, making him smile against your skin.

“You drive me insane, angel,” he muttered softly against your neck, which earned him a soft scoff from you once more.

“I know, you said that before—” you cut yourself off with a soft gasp when he pressed himself against you, his clothed erection pressing against your lower stomach. Biting your lower lip, your hand let go of his shirt, snaking down to cup his hard cock against his jeans.

A choked-out groan left his lips, his forehead pressing against the slope of your neck as you palmed him through his pants and gently squeezed. “Angel, I wouldn’t recommend that if I were you…”

“And why not?” You nosed his temple, your breath ghosting his ear as he shuddered before chuckling.

“Because we won’t leave this bathroom until I’m done with you.”

You softly gasped at that, toes curling slightly in your socks when Jeonghan’s hands roamed along your body fervently, squeezing your ass before easily undoing the buttons of your shorts. He tugged them down hastily and let them pool down on your feet along with your panties. You shuddered at being exposed, squeaking when Jeonghan suddenly picked you up and sat you down on the cold counter, and spread your legs so that he could slot himself between them.

Looking down at your exposed core, he groaned, his hand already moving down to tease your soaked slit.

“You’re always so fucking wet. Can’t get enough of this sweet pussy,” Jeonghan muttered, licking his lips as you squirmed.

“Suck.” He brought his fingers to your mouth, and you opened it, sucking his slick-coated fingers while looking into his eyes, leaving him breathless. You could feel it in his gaze and from the way he pushed his digits into your mouth deeper that he wanted to see how deep you could take without gagging.

Gurgling and swirling your tongue around his fingers, you moaned around him, sending vibrations along his knuckles as he let out a strained chuckle. “You wanna say something, angel?”

You nodded, and Jeonghan took his fingers from your mouth, a spit trail connecting your lips and his slender digits. “Can… can I suck your dick now?”

Jeonghan let out another choked-out noise, rubbing his face with his other hand before chuckling.

“Anything you want, angel,” he murmured, moving from between you as you got off the counter, switching positions with Jeonghan. He leaned against the counter while you slid down to your knees and got in between his legs.

Helping you undo his jeans, Jeonghan shoved his pants down to his mid-thigh, pulling his cock out of its confines. You watched him stroke his length a bit, enjoying the view of you on your knees, before you whined and slapped his hand away.

“Bossy,” he grumbled before letting out a soft hiss when you took him into your hand, stroking and squeezing gently as his tip drooled out precum. Jeonghan could help but run his fingers through your hair, messing it up a bit as he tugged you closer.

You pressed soft kisses along his shaft, giving the tip a kitten lick as you tasted him—a tangy flavour assaulting your taste buds as you moaned. You started suckling on his tip while giving him a proper handjob, your hand working along his thick shaft. You looked up at him as you took more of his length into your mouth and saw how his head tilted back from pleasure. Sucking eagerly, you hollowed your cheeks, swirling your tongue around him as you let out soft hums that left Jeonghan reeling as he bucked his hips, pushing his cock further into your mouth.

You gurgled when you took him deeper, eyes watering as you tried to deepthroat him. Jeonghan cooed, wiping your tears as he panted. “No need to try so hard, angel, I'm not gonna cum down your throat right now.”

You let out a confused noise before he pulled you off his cock, leaving your lips puffy and coated with spit. He flipped the two of you around once more, having your lower back pressed against the counter as he pried your legs open with his knee.

Jeonghan’s eyes zeroed in on the slick covering your inner thighs, a soft grunt leaving him. “You got off on sucking my dick? You're less innocent than I thought… though, knowing what you write—”

“Just put it in, Jeonghan‐!” You hissed softly, impatient and needy. He snorted, grumbling at how bossy you were being as he positioned his bulbous tip against your weeping entrance.

A whimper left your lips when he pushed in, never getting enough of his cock inside you. Jeonghan pawed at your hips, gritting his teeth at how tight you were from this angle. He fucked you slowly and shallowly, skin slapping against skin, echoing through the bathroom. You watched how he pistoned his cock in and out of you, letting out a soft mewl before looking back up at him with fucked out eyes.

Jeonghan chuckled, caressing your hips gently as he pecked your lips. You shied away before he could, kissing your cheek instead.

You shouldn't be doing this. That was all you thought about as you whimpered and moaned for him. He could see it in your eyes even when you were so fucked out from his cock alone. When you were about to say something, Jeonghan gently placed his hand around your throat. Not to choke you, but to show a bit of dominance and ground you in the situation.

“You were gonna say we shouldn’t be doing this, right?” He started, and your breath just hitched as you looked away, but he moved his hand from your throat to your chin, making you look at him. “Angel, there are billions of different things we shouldn’t be doing, but this? This is ours.”

“Jeonghan—” you tried to voice out how you felt about this whole thing, but he just shushed you with a thrust of his hips that made you whimper.

“You’re mine, angel. Even when I’m not sure about how I feel towards you, you’re mine, and I’ve always been yours. Even when you hated me.”

Your body shuddered at his confession, knowing what it all meant deep down. He cared. Jeonghan truly cared for you, and this meant everything. He wasn’t avoiding his feelings anymore, and he was showing you his vulnerable side. So, you just gave yourself to him—to this. You wanted nothing more than to be his.

“I—I want you.” You managed to choke out as you managed to pull him closer, your lips ghosting his as you panted at every thrust he made, your orgasm getting closer. “I want you, Jeonghan.”

“I want you too, angel.”

He quickened his pace as he felt your walls spasming around him, groaning against your lips. “I’m gonna cum too soon if you keep squeezing my cock like that, sweetheart.”

You moaned at the idea of him coming inside you, your eyes lidded as you panted. Jeonghan seemed to read your mind as he chuckled, shaking his head in amusement.

“You’re trouble, angel… You want me to cum in you, don’t you? Breed this sweet pussy? Have you full of my cum while you help your mom with handing out the cake? Is that it?” He crooned, his tone sweet but his words condescending, as you nodded gently, causing him to groan. “Yeah? Of course, you do, you’re my good girl, after all.”

“Jeonghan—” you mewled, milking his cock as your pussy clenched. He continued to piston his dick into you, watching as a milky white ring formed around the base of his shaft, making him bite his lower lip to prevent himself from coming at the sight alone.

Jeonghan moved his hand from your hips to your clit, rubbing the sensitive, throbbing nub with his thumb in tight circles, making you cry out softly against his shoulder, leaning your forehead against it.

“I–I’m gonna cum—Jeonghan-!” You squealed as your release hit you like a wave, your boyfriend prolonging your pleasure as he continued to pound into you and rub your clit ruthlessly.

Jeonghan could feel his orgasm coming closer, his thrusts getting sloppier as he buried himself deep inside you, moaning as he filled you up with sticky, hot cum. He shuddered as your cunt pulsed around his sensitive half-hard dick, spurts of his release filling you up to the brim, and dripping down your thighs.

“Fuck…” He muttered, panting heavily as he kept you plugged with his dick, not wanting to pull out just yet. Jeonghan, ever the gentleman, pressed a soft kiss to your temple after ruining you for anyone else. “I don’t wanna pull out.”

He mumbled with a soft pout, making you hit his chest as you chuckled with a soft exhale. “Well, you have to. We need to be there for when Tommy blows out his candles.”

“Oh—fuck, right. I’ll clean you up, then.” Your boyfriend pulled out hastily, prompting the two of you to moan in unison as he grabbed a few tissues and cleaned your sensitive cunt up before helping you into your shorts, and helped you fix yourself up.

Heading downstairs, you bumped into your mom, who had been frantically looking for the two of you. “Where have you two been? We’re gonna blow the candles off the cake soon! Come on, Tommy’s looking for the two of you.”

She dragged both of you to the backyard, where your dad held the camera as he took pictures of your brother standing by the cake, smiling widely when he saw you and Jeonghan. That’s when all of you started singing happy birthday to him, and he thought of a wish. He blew on the candles, his friends and your family cheering and clapping, before your mother took the cake to cut it into slices for the kids.

You kneeled to your brother’s level, giving him a hand-five, smiling softly. “So, what did you wish for, little guy?”

“If I tell it won’t come true!” He huffed, crossing his arms as he pouted. “But I can write it down! That’s what Dad said I could do so they’d come true even more!”

Your brother ran to your dad to ask for a pen and paper, then returned to you to write down his wish. “Here! Don’t read it out loud though… I really want it to come true.”

“Okay, okay.” You ruffled your brother’s hair and took the piece of paper from him.

‘I wish for big sis and Hannie to stay together forever! And for big sis to keep making me cakes until forever!’

Your heart squeezed, smiling as you pocketed the piece of paper before picking your baby brother up and spinning him around. “I’ll make sure that wish comes true, little man, I promise.”

Tommy cheered as you put him down so he could eat some cake, leaving you with Jeonghan once more, standing happily.

“What’d the paper say, angel?” He asked, hiding his hands in his pockets as he glanced at you.

“If I say it won’t come true, Jeonghan.”

“Fair enough,” he murmured, but pouted nonetheless. “Is it something about us dating forever and ever?”

You sputtered, hitting his shoulder as he snorted out a laugh. “You—you read it over my shoulder!”

“I did, so what? I plan on keeping the same promise you made to the little menace.” He smiled at you, the gesture full of warmth as he wrapped his arm over your shoulders. “Come on, I wanna try that cake you baked. I wanna check if it’s as sweet as my girl.”

He nosed your temple as he whispered the last part into your ear, making your face turn pink as you hit him again. It was a good day.

When Easter break was over, you and Jeonghan had to go back to campus, bidding your goodbyes until summer vacation. By then, Jeonghan would’ve graduated, and you’d be a junior with your friends. Doubt filled your chest again as you thought about it while typing on your laptop in Jeonghan’s car. He seemed to notice your perplexed expression, poking your thigh gently as he focused on the road.

“What’s bothering you?” He asked, and you just grunted softly. “Come on, sweetheart, talk to me. I know it’s definitely not the smut you’re writing right now. That’s your ‘I’m worried about something’ face.”

You tore your eyes from your laptop at that, looking at him incredulously. “What?”

“Yeah, you heard me. You make a face when you’re perplexed with something, and I wanna know what it is because… just because.” He paused at the last second, stopping himself from saying something stupid as he shrugged.

“I was thinking about you graduating this year…” You murmured, glancing back at your laptop as the light turned red. Jeonghan’s eyes softened at your concern, taking your hand into his.

“I’m not going anywhere, angel. I still have a master’s degree to pursue, remember?” He squeezed your hand gently, reassuring you, but you still had some doubt. Jeonghan sighed softly. “Don’t make me fuck you in my car again, because I will, just to prove—”

“Okay, okay—no… no need to go such lengths.” You flushed, clearing your throat as you closed your laptop with your free hand before looking at him, as he started driving again. “I just… I don’t know. I thought you didn’t want to pursue a master’s? Didn’t you say it was stupid to get a master’s degree in PoliSci?”

“I changed my mind, angel, people can do that, you know? Plus, it gives me more time with you on campus.” He shrugged before smiling. “Just to look out for you. And drive you to campus.”

“My apartment is a fifteen-minute walk to campus, smartass.” You retorted, but understood his reasoning. The thought of him staying made you both giddy and guilty. Did he really want to spend another two years in uni just for you? Jeonghan brought you back from your thoughts when he called out your name.

“Stop overthinking. I want this, really. Like more than you know.” He brought your hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. “I won’t let some other grimy college students steal my girl.”

His girl. You were his girl.

Once you got back to campus, your friends decided to steal you away from your boyfriend, saying something along the lines of, "Spending this much time with Jeonghan is unhealthy." You snorted at their logic, but let yourself get dragged away anyway, wanting to catch up with your friends.

“Sooo, how was break for you guys?” Seokmin started as he took a sip of his iced coffee. Mingyu and Seokmin were mostly glancing at you since you had practically ignored the group chat for the whole break, spending your time with your family and Jeonghan instead of updating them. Minghao wasn’t interested, scrolling through his phone instead, but still listening.

You sighed, rolling your eyes as you started. “It went well. I can show pictures of the cake I made for Tommy.”

“No, spill the tea. What happened between Jeonghan and you during? Did you guys do something fun?” Mingyu waved off the idea of you showing the three-tier cake you worked so hard on, making you want to smack your best friend. Memories started flooding into your brain as you flushed.

“You’re mine, angel. Even when I’m not sure about how I feel towards you, you’re mine, and I’ve always been yours. Even when you hated me.”

“You’re trouble, angel… You want me to cum in you, don’t you? Breed this sweet pussy? Have you full of my cum while you help your mom with handing out the cake? Is that it?” He crooned, his tone sweet but his words condescending, as you nodded gently, causing him to groan. “Yeah? Of course, you do, you’re my good girl, after all.”

“Fuck…” He muttered, panting heavily as he kept you plugged with his dick, not wanting to pull out just yet. Jeonghan, ever the gentleman, pressed a soft kiss to your temple after ruining you for anyone else. “I don’t wanna pull out.”

You snapped out of your little bubble, your face now a red hue as Mingyu’s face turned smug. “They definitely had some fun–ow!”

He hissed when Minghao gently karate-chopped Mingyu’s head. “It’s none of our business. Let her have a personal life, Gyu.”

You sighed in relief when Minghao reprimanded your best friend, thankful as the conversation switched from you to some random thing Seokmin did during his trip to the Maldives.

When the three of you had caught up enough, you texted Jeonghan on your way home to come over to your apartment, rolling your eyes when he sent a bunch of winky faces. He was waiting by your building when you came into view, his expression brightening up.

“How was catching up with your besties? Fun?” He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead as the two of you headed upstairs. You just groaned, sighing softly as you pressed yourself against Jeonghan’s side.

“Yes, but tiring. I enjoyed it a lot.” You smiled as you unlocked the door before entering your home, tossing your shoes into the shoe rack and dragging Jeonghan towards the bathroom.

“Woah, right now?” He cocked his eyebrow, amused at your decision. You sent him a deadpan look, making him chuckle.

“I just wanna shower with you, smartass.” You rolled your eyes as you started shedding your clothes without much care, earning a hum from Jeonghan.

“We both know it won’t just be a shower, sweetheart.” He murmured against your now bare shoulder, kissing it softly. “And I know you won’t complain.”

After your shower, the two of you huddled up on your couch, refreshed and relaxed. You were on top of Jeonghan as the two of you cuddled, and Jeonghan was on his phone, scrolling through his socials, while you listened to his heartbeat, slowly dosing off.

That’s when a small flash and soft muttered “shit” brought you back from your almost-sleep, grunting against Jeonghan’s chest. “Did you take a picture of us?”

“...No?” You snorted at his unsure tone before you just nuzzled into his chest, making him sigh.

“God, I love you,” he murmured before realising his slip-up, the two of you freezing up in your spot.

“Say that again?” You moved your head to look at him, your expression soft as your eyes showed warmth. “Please?”

“I—fuck,” he muttered, flushing pink as he rubbed his face. “I didn’t want to say it like this.”

“Come on, Hannie, tell me again.” You tugged on the string of his hood, jutting your lip into a small pout. God, you were going to be the death of him.

“Kiss me first. Then maybe—” You cut Jeonghan off, not hesitating to press a soft kiss to his lips as he flushed further, his ears burning.

“...I love you, angel.”

“I love you too, Hannie.”

FIN~

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