He cared about you a lot, and so Jiwon wasn’t afraid to admit that when you were around, he’d try his best to pay attention to you, listen to what you were saying and pick up on anything that didn’t seem right.
B ⇴ BICKER
You were definitely the one out of the two of you that tried to bicker more, Jiwon would try and ignore you and not give you what you wanted, but usually you’d end up getting to Jiwon so much that he’d end up being left with no choice but to bicker back across to you in the hope that it would shut you up.
C ⇴ COMFORT
He was always there for you, no matter how worried Jiwon became whenever he could tell that you were upset. There would be a moment of panic in him when he could tell that something had got to you, however once he was composed, he’d remind himself that you needed him more than he needed to fret.
D ⇴ DISAGREEMENTS
Neither of you disagreed much, you tended to agree on most things. The majority of your arguments though came from you both wanting to please the other person and do what they wanted to do. You often wanted to do what Jiwon wanted to do, but he also wanted to do what you wanted to do as well, and so you’d find yourselves arguing with each other to try and make the other person happier than you were.
E ⇴ EARLY YEARS
You were a little apprehensive around Jiwon when you first met, however when you saw him around other people and how bright he was, you knew that he was going to be someone that you’d get along with. It took a bit of time for the two of you to talk without having those awkward moments in between topics of conversation, but once you figured it all out, you soon found yourselves chatting endlessly.
F ⇴ FAMILY
Jiwon’s family took great care of you, even when Jiwon wasn’t around, they liked to be there for you. When Jiwon was on the road, they’d often invite you round for dinner or something so that they could see you and how you were as Jiwon wasn’t around to do so. They did it mostly because Jiwon told them too, always making his family promise to look after you whenever he wasn’t able to do so.
G ⇴ GETTING TOGETHER
You both were very cautious whenever you went out, most of the time you ended up deciding to stay in where you had some privacy. Jiwon didn’t mind going out if you wanted to, but he’d always offer to drive you both there or map out the route that was the quietest to make sure that you didn’t run into any trouble.
H ⇴ HABITS
The two of you had a habit of knowing exactly what the other person was going to say. You liked to think that you knew Jiwon like the back of your hand, and he liked to think the same about you too and so you always tried to guess what was going to be said, and usually you ended up getting it right too.
I ⇴ INSIDE JOKES
Both of you were relaxed the most with each other, and so you were the person for the other who they had the most inside jokes with too. You weren’t quite sure how many you ended up with over the years, but usually if you remembered an inside joke, it would be one that you shared with Jiwon more than anyone else.
J ⇴ JEALOUSY
Although he tended to control the mood at the best of times, Jiwon would often get just a little bit louder whenever he was feeling jealous. His voice would get a little noisier in the hope that it would hold your attention a little more and equally silence the others who were around you too. He’d stubbornly deny doing it once the two of you were alone, but you always knew exactly what Jiwon was like.
K ⇴ KICKS
Jiwon got a kick out of winding you up, he loved teasing you and snapping at you until you bit back. You did the exact same with him too, messing around and pushing each other until you got what you wanted was something that happened between the two of you just about every time that you hung out together.
L ⇴ LOVE
He loved how you were always there for him; nothing was ever too much trouble. If it was the middle of the night, Jiwon could call and know that you would answer, or if he was on the other side of the city, Jiwon knew that you would find a way to get to him. Having you there was a huge relief for Jiwon more than anything else because he knew that even if you weren’t right by his side, he was never actually alone.
M ⇴ MEETING
The two of you first met just before Jiwon debuted when you were working as a member of staff at the company. It was more of an accidental meeting than anything else when Jiwon knocked you as he walked past you, only to find out the next day that you were going to be working with him for a little while.
N ⇴ NONSENSE
His guard comes down around you all the time, you never get much of the serious side of Jiwon. Instead, you get the fun side, the side that doesn’t care about a thing in the world and does whatever he wants to do.
O ⇴ OBSESSION
Jiwon was obsessed with your character, you ticked so many of the boxes that he always wanted to be filled in a best friend, more than he ever thought someone in his life would ever actually be able to.
P ⇴ PRECIOUS MOMENTS
He loved seeing you with his family, how well you got along with them was something that meant a great deal to Jiwon. There was very little that he enjoyed more than just being able to sit back and watch you interact with his family, with Jiwon’s eyes especially drawn to the smiles that were on everyone’s faces.
Q ⇴ QUESTIONS
Confiding in you is something that Jiwon does a lot, although he smiles around others, he’ll come to you for advice and ask you if you can help him out whenever he’s not quite sure what he wants to do.
R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS
Stored on his memory drive where no one else could find them, Jiwon had several drafts of raps saved that he had written about you. They were personal to him and shared things that he didn’t quite feel prepared to share with other people yet, especially as he liked to keep your friendship as something private.
S ⇴ SUPPORT
Although he didn’t always express himself as he wanted, your support meant a lot to Jiwon. Above all else he loved that you always knew the right thing to say to get him motivated and feeling himself before he went on stage or cheer him up when he came off stage feeling as though he could’ve done a little better.
T ⇴ TRIPS
If he knew that you had some free time when he was on the road, Jiwon would find a way to bring you along with him so that he could take you to some new places and also get to explore around with you.
U ⇴ ULTIMATE
More than anything else Jiwon was appreciative of you and the many years that he’d had with you as his best friend by his side.
V ⇴ VISITS
If he was around and nearby to your place, Jiwon would always stop by. If you weren’t in when he expected you to be, he’d be ringing you straight away and seeing where you were to make sure that you were alright.
W ⇴ WISDOM
He was good with words and so Jiwon was also pretty good at giving you advice and putting things simply, but effectively, for you.
X ⇴ XXXX
Both of you weren’t exactly big on affection, the most that you’d usually do was poke each other to get their attention or maybe grab the other if they needed to be moved out of the way for some reason.
Y ⇴ YOU
You were his inspiration, Jiwon wished that he could be more like you.
Z ⇴ ZZZ
Both of you enjoy the comfort of home and so after your days together you’ll both head back to your own places, with Jiwon making sure that you know to text him that you’re home as soon as you walk through the door.
order 007 for anon: large classic milk tea with strawberry popping boba
*this was a request for general fluff, but there is some angst at the beginning and i'm so sorry about that, i got carried away T.T pls anonnie let me know if this is a problem and i can write a different fic with only fluff!!
Warnings: mentions of violence and knives, blood, injuries, explicit language
summary: badboy!Bobby fights a rude man at your café and also falls for how kind, patient and uh... attractive you are
[a/n]: this kind of also turned into a café?? au? since i've started working at a coffee shop ,, i'm getting some inspo heh
At around 11am, the café you work at gets incredibly busy as people begin trailing in to buy some lunch. All of the faces become a blur as you go into auto pilot, quickly taking orders and making drinks before moving onto the next person.
But you'll never forget one face.
During this rush one day, a boy walked in with baggy pants and a zip-up sweater, hood snug over his head. He had his hands in his pockets and stood slightly slouched over.
When he approached the till to make an order, he spoke quietly and looked down, avoiding your eyes.
"My friend wants a caramel macchiato. Could you get me that please?" he mumbled.
After handing you the payment in the form of loose change, he stood over to one side and waited for your to make his drink. Things seemed to be going okay until an angry customer approached you while you were making a drink.
"What the fuck's the hold up? Why is this taking so damn long?" he shouted, banging his fists against the counter.
"I'm sorry, sir. I'm working on it immediately," you said, shakily grabbing a cup to start his order despite having not started the orders that were before his yet.
"No, this is absolute bullshit. Every time I come in here, my time is wasted on a shitty drink," he grumbled.
He turned to leave, but walked back to push over a pot of hot coffee. Luckily, you were standing away from it so you didn't get burned, but it did spill all over the floor.
He turned to walk away for good this time, and you just stood there, wondering if you should clean up the mess or tend to the customers first.
Amidst your internal debate, you didn't notice the caramel macchiato boy following the angry man until you heard the commotion and looked up. The boy had grabbed the man's arm and turned him around while still tightly holding onto him.
"How dare you disrespect such a lovely worker?" the boy spat out at the man.
"What the hell are you on about?" the man huffed, rolling his eyes at the boy.
"What am I talking about? Why are you here causing a ruckus, spilling coffee when this poor worker is the only one here, trying to fulfill all of these orders? It's clearly busy and they're trying their best!"
You didn't expect such a hip-hop looking boy to defend you like this.
"Now you shut up before I-" the man started, raising his fist.
But the boy held it and pushed it down.
"No, you shut up," he said before punching the man right below his eye.
The man staggered backward before shuffling towards the boy again, who kicked the man in the stomach and shoved him towards the door.
"Get out," the boy growled.
It seemed like the man was going to leave when he stood up, but out of nowhere, he pulled a knife out of his pocket and slashed it across the side of the boy's face. Blood started dripping from the cut on his cheek, and he turned around to the man more angrily now.
"Didn't I tell you," he said, shoving the man back and pushing his knife out of his hands. It fell to the ground with a clank sound.
"To leave."
He shoved the man again.
"This café?"
The boy began repeatedly punching the man at this point, and finally out of your daze, you left the back of the counter and rushed towards the door to pull these two people apart, but the boy held you back.
"Don't worry, love. I'll just take out the trash," he said, grabbing the man by his collar and leaving your café.
You were incredibly flustered, but quickly picked up the knife on the ground and disposed of it before making sure everyone else in the café was okay. Someone offered to call the police, but you politely declined them when you noticed the boy was taking the man to the police station, anyway.
After continuing to fulfill the orders and passing the rush, you were able to clean the floor and return the state of the café to the way it originally was. You noticed many people had left tips for you, probably feeling bad about the rude man.
You leaned against the counter, staring at the caramel macchiato that had now grown cold. You wondered why this boy's friend hadn't come to pick up the drink himself, and began to worry about where this boy even was. But you caught yourself, telling yourself to not worry about strangers and to just continue on with your day.
After about fifteen minutes, the bell to your café chimed as someone stepped in. You told the customer that you were about to close, but stopped speaking when you noticed who it was.
The boy from earlier, the cut now a mess of dried blood on his face, was standing in front of you, reaching for the macchiato.
"Oh, it's gotten cold now! I'll make you a new one," you said, quickly grabbing a cup.
"No, no it's fine! I like it-I mean my friend likes it cold anyway," he said, holding onto the drink tightly.
You didn't listen, though, and quickly made him a new one. Then, you realized that this boy still had blood all over his face, so you rushed to grab the first aid kit, cursing yourself for not doing this sooner, before asking him to sit down so you could treat him.
Even though the cleaning wipes must have hurt for a cut like his, he sat still, taking small sips of the warm macchiato. You smiled.
"So, the drink was for you and not your friend, huh?"
The boy's eyes widened and he tore the drink away from his lips.
"N-no! I just... wanted to taste it," he explained.
"It's okay... you don't have to be so embarrassed! It's just a drink," you said, continuing to clean his cut.
"Ah... but it isn't cool for someone like me to come here and drink coffee."
"Why not?"
"I have a reputation... there's just... reasons."
"Well right now it's just you and me, so you don't have to worry about a thing. Go ahead and have your drink - I won't tell anyone," you told the boy with a smile.
He enjoyed his drink more comfortably now as you reached into your kit for a band-aid... pulling out one that had hello kitty faces all over it. You pressed your lips together and showed him the bandaid.
"Uh... so this is the only band-aid I've got in here... is that okay? It's the only one that's big enough... I can draw over it with a marker if you'd like?" you offered.
The boy laughed, shaking his head, no.
"It's fine. It's dark out, anyway," he said, letting you put the bandaid on.
After you put the kit away, you told the boy to continue drinking his drink as you cleaned the store and put the other chairs away.
"I'm... [y/n], by the way. I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself earlier," you said, while mopping the floor.
The boy pointed to the right side of his chest.
"I know. I can see your name tag."
You looked down, embarrassed at forgetting that you did indeed literally have a name tag on.
The boy laughed.
"It's okay. I'm Bobby," he said with a smile.
You nodded, continuing to clean.
"Oh, did things go okay at the police station? You didn't get into trouble, right?"
"No, all was good! Actually... my older brother works there, so he always helps me out. I know it isn't right, but... I always find the bad guys and bring them to him, and he helps me out when I need it."
You nodded along, intrigued by his story.
"So you're like... Robin Hood or something?"
"I don't steal from the rich, but I just turn the bad guys in. Completely different," Bobby said, laughing.
"Ah... right!"
"Hey, do you need any help cleaning?" Bobby asked you, standing up.
"No, no! That's fine... this is literally my job," you pointed out.
"Right... but I'm sorry about that rude man. You really didn't deserve for that to happen to you."
"It's all good. It happens sometimes!"
Bobby walked around the counter and placed his empty cup in the sink, talking to you as he walked back to the door.
"Well thanks for everything, [y/n], and expect me often. I'll definitely be back to see a pretty face like yours again."
hmm bobby and reader that previously had a little fling. bobby wants to give it a try again but reader is hesitant to cross that line bc it didn’t end well the first time 💔💗
The last person you were expecting to see waiting at your door was Jiwon, sitting on the steps leading to your home.
"Uh," you say for lack of a better thing. "What are you doing?"
It's not the nicest thing to start with, but it's not like you got to mentally prepare yourself for this encounter.
"I miss you," Jiwon says, getting up. "And I wanted to talk."
You sigh, already imagining where this is going. "Jiwon- Let's not do this, please?" You watch him bite his lip, a subtle frown on his face. "We know how it'll end and it's not worth it."
"I think we're worth a try," he says.
You don't think so. The sex had been great, way too great, and you both though that meant that meant an actual relationship would go even better. You were wrong.
The fights were nasty, you clashed in the most basic of opinions, personalities too different to last long.
"We'll adapt," Jiwon tries to convince you. "I'll try harder, I promise."
You shake your head. "It's-" You don't want to sound vulnerable, but you also know he deserves the truth. "I don't want to feel hurt like that again."
Jiwon smiles gently, like he gets you. "Me too. Give me one more chance, yeah?" he says. "Let me take you to dinner."
You look at him, really look at him, and find yourself realizing you missed him just as much as he did you.
"Fine," you agree. "But I'm choosing the place."
"Then that's not me taking you out!"
You smirk. "Take it or leave it."
"Fine," he says, grinning like the moon. "I'll pick you up at 8?"
Ask: Hiya, i saw requests are open so could you do a bigbang, ikon and/or a monsta x reaction to you having tig bitties? I've got triple d's and I'm kinda insecure about them 😔❤
A/N: kinda suggestive so under read more uwu
B.I/Hanbin:
It was just automatic sometimes. He didn’t want to be insensitive to you or think he viewed you as just a sexual object, not at all. However, Hanbin was a man and sometimes when you wore a deep cut shirt he couldn’t help himself.
You had brought him some dinner and were sharing it by the little coffee table in his studio and you could feel his eyes. You were insecure enough about your chest without needing him to remind you of it. “Hanbin, please stop looking at my chest.” You asked and he shook his head. “Sorry, what?” He said, not even realising he was doing it.
“You’re making me feel insecure. You know I don’t like my big boobs.” You said with a small laugh, trying to release your awkward feeling.
“I’m sorry, I never meant to make you feel like that. I just love your chest so much and think you’re beautiful. I can’t help it.”
Bobby/Jiwon:
It was one of those days where it felt like absolutely nothing in your closet fit you correctly and all because of your chest. It was so frustrating and embarrassing to you, it left you sitting on the floor in front of your closet in tears.
“Oh my god, what’s wrong are you okay?” Jiwon had come to see why it was taking so long for to get ready, he wasn’t expecting to see you sat on the floor in tears. Quickly, you wiped them away and tried drying your face. “It’s nothing, it’s so embarrassing.” You said softly, pulling your knees to your chest to cover yourself up a little. “Why do my boobs have to be so big?” You asked quietly and he sighed.
Jiwon knew this was a big insecurity of yours and it broke his heart to see you like this. Looking around he saw all the tops on the floor and put 2 and 2 together.
“Baby, you’re chest is gorgeous and you look good in anything you try. But if you feel so insecure about it, I’m willing to stay home today and spend some time convincing you if that’s what it takes.”
Jinhwan:
He actively admired your chest and loved it when you felt confident in your skin. Jinhwan loved showing you off, he thought you were a prize both mentally and physically. So when he convinced you to go to the party in one of your tighter dress, you pushed your insecurity to the side. Today was one of the days you didn’t like your body that much.
You kept your arms crossed, in attempts to cover yourself up a bit as Jinyoung spoke with his friends. When you felt insecure, you went quiet and he could tell something was up. “You okay?” He asked softly in your ear. “Not feeling too confident in my body right now, but it’s okay. I’ll be okay.” You said softly and smiled, you didn’t want to ruin his fun.
Jinhwan’s heart hurt a little, he found your body beautiful and didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable.
“If you want, we can go home? If it will make you feel better. I never want you to feel insecure. You look absolutely stunning tonight and every other night. I would much rather go home and show you that I think your body is beautiful.”
June/Junhoe:
He was so obvious sometimes, eyes trained on your cleavage as you leaned forward to grab the water pitcher. Junhoe couldn’t seem to take his eye off of you. Your full chest looking absolutely gorgeous in that low cut top. You had noticed his staring prior and it made you feel insecure... did it look bad?
“Stop staring at Y/N’s chest, we’re trying to eat.” Jiwon joked and turned a deep red. You weren’t aware that they had noticed too and your insecurity sky rocketed. “Ah, how embarrassing.” You said softly and pulled your jacket on, concealing your chest as much as you could. Junhoe hated that, he hated that you felt insecure because of his actions and he felt worse because knew that it was insecurity of yours.
After dinner, Junhoe pulled you to the side and wrapped his arms around your waist. His lips close to your ear so your words were kept private.
“I’m sorry about that early, you know I never meant to make you feel insecure about your chest. It makes me feel happy when you feel confident and I shouldn’t ruin it by staring. How can I make it up to you?”
Yunhyeong:
“Of course.” You said to yourself as you huffed in disappointment. You had spilled something on your shirt while at the dorm and he had offered his button up for you to change into. Now, knowing your chest you had had your doubts but still hoped it would fit.
Looking in the bathroom mirror, you couldn’t help but laugh. This wasn’t the first time, nor would it be the last time your chest got in the way. But it still hurt. “Babe is everything okay?” Yunhyeong asked from the other side of the door. “Yeah, this shirt just doesn’t fit.” Your voice cracked slightly, showing your true feelings.
Pushing the door open, he looked at you and your forced smile. “I really hate my chest sometimes.” You laughed awkwardly and he wrapped his arms around you.
“I don’t always understand but I do try. I love your chest, always. It’s really okay that you can’t close that shirt. I can just grab you something else to wear. But let me show you how much I love your chest first.”
Donghyuk:
Donghyuk was not stranger to insecurity, especially when it came to shopping and trying things on. But this, this was the 4 item of clothing that didn’t fit right because of your chest and you were over it.
Opening the curtain of your dressing room, you looked at Donghyuk who was smiling at you. “Do you think I should get a breast reduction?” You asked and his smile fell very fast at your random question. “What? Where did that come from?” He asked and you shrugged. “I’m so over clothes not fitting right, it sucks so bad. So I ask again, do you think I should get a breast reduction?” You explained and leaned against the doorframe.
Donghyuk stood up and cupped your cheeks to make you look at him.
“I personally don’t think you need too. But I support anything that will make you happier with your body, so if you want to i support that. But I will say I love your chest and don’t a few clothing items should influence your love of your body either.”
Chanwoo:
You were tossing and turning, not being able to get comfortable sleeping on your back and horribly hurting your chest by laying on your stomach. It was a lose lose situation and you couldn’t stand it.
“Please stop moving.” Chanwoo asked sleepily and you looked at him. You were envious of the fact he could sleep in any position and not be in pain. “My boobs are too big to get comfortable.” This didn’t bother you every night but today it was immensly and you hated it. Chanwoo sat up slightly and looked at you with a pout.
He hated that he couldn’t do anything really to help you out physically when this happened. So he just pulled you close and pet your hair.
“I know you hate your chest right now, because it’s painfull and uncomfortable. I know I can’t help that but I can distract you and remind you that you’re absolutely gorgeous.”
A/N: As someone who struggles with big tiddy insecurity I feel requests like this so much.
I thought that smooshing while screwing him was an unwritten rule. An absolute must.
omg I’m glad I'm not alone... gotta be a written rule now
It’s something about the way he looks at you while you ride him. Like you’re giving him the best gift a man could ever ask for. There’s just something about how his eyebrows knit together and his bottom lip gets trapped between his teeth that has you working double time to make sure he cums harder than he ever has.
“Fuck,” Bobby chokes out, finally letting that lip free. It’s plump, swollen from his actions.
You lean down so that your chests meet. Your faces are within mere centimeters of one another, the shared air does nothing but make your head swim and drive your lust-fueled actions further. You can't help but smile as you watch his face contort again. He’s completely unable to mask his expression. Every ounce of pleasure he’s feeling can be read clearly on his face.
“You’re so cute,” You giggle as you move your hand up his arm, past his neck, and to his face.
Bobby groans knowing what comes next and rolls his eyes as he feels your thumb and finger press into opposite sides of his cheeks, effectively smooshing his face. You laugh and place chaste kisses against the pout until Bobby reciprocates. Each kiss is met with fervor and a smile, playfulness shining through. As you quicken the pace of your hips fewer kisses are met, but you continue on the same.
Bobby pants against your kisses, “Gonna cum,” He warns.
You release his cheeks and move your arms so that they’re resting by his head. Just one more kiss.
This one he makes sure to return with gusto. His hands reach up, gripping your hips firmly as his tongue slips past your lips to meet your own. He feels you clench with excitement and finds himself unable to hold back. With no further warnings, he’s cumming inside you, his warm release painting every empty space it can find. He shudders and sighs as his high subsides. You give another chaste kiss before attempting to pull away.
Before you can, Bobby leans forward and traps your face between his hands. He playfully smooshes your cheeks together and covers your face in sloppy pecks. You giggle and gently swat at his arms. He laughs at your shallow attempts before finally releasing your face and falling back into the bed. You move to lay beside him and rest your head against his chest. He uses his fingers to softly stroke at your neck, but that actions don’t last long. Within a few minutes, he’s breathing evenly, his release finally getting the better of him.
A/N: Hi! I wrote this a few days ago and I hope you like it. Requests box is still open ^^
(I do not own this gif, credits to ikonis)
“Come on (Y/N) you can’t stay like this forever.” Your friend said and rolled her eyes. “It has been like what?... three weeks? Since that little piece of…” you looked at her with a sad expression on your face. “That…guy broke up with you. Come on, let’s go clubbing or to Yunhyeong’s Café. You clearly need fresh air. Look at your skin all pale and those dark circles under your eyes. This is not you.”
She was right. You have been locked in your apartment for about three weeks but there was a reason behind this. Yes, you were dumped by your boyfriend…well, your fiancé. And it hurt you a lot, you were getting married in two months and suddenly he decided to dump you, just like that.
“It’s not you, it’s me.” Of course it was him and that freaking trip he really wanted to do. He met a girl, he liked her and he fell for her. You were dumped because at the end, you were not the love of his life as he used to say. Now you had this beautiful dress in your wardrobe, a party happening in two months and your friends has their bridesmaids dresses ready for something that it was not going to happen. Oh your friends, they spent so much money in those dresses.
“Girls, I’m going to sleep.” You announced and walked to your room.
“I don’t know about you girls, but I can’t see her become this…thing. I’m taking her out even if she doesn’t want to.”
“What’s the plan?”
+ +
“I can’t believe I call you my friends.” You said looking at them still hesitating if you should go in or just go back home.
“It’s going to be fun. Trust me. We’ll just get some drinks and then we are leaving if you want to.”
You didn’t move so your friend dragged you into the club.
Instantaneously, the loud music filled your ears. People were dancing here and there holding glasses with colored drinks. At the back and upstairs there were some tables and lounges. One of your friends guided you through the crowd, to the lounge available right next to the restrooms. Nice.
“Where’s Hana?” you shouted and looked around but of course you couldn’t see her, there was so many people.
“She will be back, don’t worry.” You nodded and you both sat at the same time also taking your phones out of your purse.
Your looked around once again, now you were taking your time scanning the place. You had a nice view from where you were sitting since it was kind of an upper level but still in the first floor. You looked at your right side and saw a couple leaving and a group of six people taking the spot that was vacant next you. They all looked handsome and fancy, you know; the kind of guys that think they’re kind of deities and that stuff. You realized you were still looking at them when one of the guys waved at your direction taking you out of your thoughts. You blinked a few times and frowned. Then you scanned the guy; he was wearing a black stripped pants that fitted him perfectly and a white shirt.; his hair prettily messy.
He waved at you again.
“Yah, (Y/N)!” you friend called you so you turned. “Do you know him?”
“What?” you frowned.
“The guy just waved at you.”
“No, I don’t. Why?”
“Well, I don’t’ know. BECAUSE HE WAVED AT YOU.”
“Oh, that. I think I just stared at him for too long.” You said casually. Your friend didn’t say a word.
After a few minutes, Hana came back with a guy and four drinks. She was holding two glasses, and the other guy was holding the other ones.
“Hi.” Said the guy handing you a glass.
“What is this?” you asked the guy.
“I don’t know, she just asked me to give it to you.” He said and then sat next to Hana.
+ +
“What. Have. We. Done?” asked Anna.
“Well, we help her with the depression she was in. That’s what we wanted, right?”
Both of your friends were watching you from their seats while you were dancing here and the, evidently drunk. People looked at you weirdly and then the move to another place. To be honest, you were being pretty annoying.
“Look.” Anna looked at the table next to yours. One of the guys stood up. He said something to his friends and then left them. “He is the guy who waved at (Y/N) before.”
“No way!” Hana hit Anna’s arm.
“Yah! That hur…Oh Lord.”
The guy that just stood up, was now walking towards you. Your friends were shook but they were not going to intervene unless he tried to do something bad.
+ +
This morning you had a terrible hangover but after spending most of the morning on your bed, your friends agreed that it was time to go out and recover from last night.
“Let’s go to Yunhyeong’s Cafe, you need it.” Said Hana.
You nodded. Actually, for the first time in a while, you didn’t want to stay at home.
“I’m so thirsty.” You whined.
“Of course you are, girl. Do you have any idea of how much you drank last night?” you shook your head. “Well, you don’t wanna know though. Here.” Hana gave you a bottle of water.
After drinking the whole bottle of water in a matter of seconds, you three headed to the café. When you arrived, you sat close to the restrooms, just in case, you know. Yunhyeong welcomed you and handed you the menu.
“I’ll be back in a few minutes to take your order, girls.” He said, and then he stopped in another table.
“I feel terrible.” You whined and laid your head on the table. “I feel nauseous and this headache is slowly killing me.” Hanna caressed your hair.
“But what a great night, huh?” Anna smiled funnily.
“Tell me, did I do something I shouldn’t have done?” You sat straight and turn your head to the front door when you heard many voices; voices that made the headache unbearable. “Why are they being so noisy?”
“Oh Gosh.” Hana and Anna said at the same time also looking at the guys just entered the café.
Yunhyeong came back to your table and took your order. “Is she okay?” Hana giggled.
“She drank so much last night; she has a hangover” your friend explained. Yunhyeong looked surprised but didn’t say a word about that.
You sat there and drank your coffees. Your friends were talking about last night but you just wanted them to shut up, every little noise was annoying for you. You threw your head back and tried to remember what happened last night but you just had flashes which didn’t help that much. You remember being with your friends, then you were not with them anymore. Instead, you were dancing with a guy but you couldn’t remember his face, it was blurred. You just remembered he had a piercing on his left eyebrow, pretty sexy to be honest. You sat properly** but you felt dizzy and nauseous immediately because of the sudden move.
“Can you please, please, pretty please tell me what did I do last night? It’s driving me crazy.” You pouted.
“Hi.” You three turned to look at the guy standing in front of your table. Your friends couldn’t hide their shock and you couldn’t understand why. You frowned and looked at him. “Don’t you remember me? Were you that drunk?”
“Excuse me?” You said still confused. Who was thi... Woah.
“I can tell you remembered me.”
“I was dancing with you last night!” you said full of surprise and excitement.
“Well, (Y/N) I wouldn’t say you just danced last night.” You looked at Hanna with eyes wide open.
“Did I…”
“What? No! Of course not! You were drunk and I wouldn’t force someone to do something being in the conditions you were. You…you…well, you kissed me. Don’t you remember?” He giggled.
“Did I? I’m so sorry….”
“Bobby, my name’s Bobby.” He smiled.
“Bobby. I’m sorry, I don’t remember anything.” You excused yourself and looked at him sadly.
“Can we talk?”
Your friends looked at each other and then looked at you. They stood up from their chairs and said goodbye to you and Bobby leaving the both of you alone. You looked at Bobby and then you stared at the empty chair in front of you.
“Do you want to sit?” you asked and he nodded taking the chair where Anna was a few seconds ago. “Before you say anything, I really want to apologize for whatever I did last night.” You said. “I was drunk and my friends convinced me to go to that club and…gosh, I feel so embarrassed. I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable; I didn’t mean to.” You covered your face with both of your hands.
“Yah, it’s okay.” He said taking your hands off of your face. “I didn’t feel uncomfortable, if that’s what worries you the most.” He paused. “To be honest…I liked it.” A playful and shy smiled appeared on his lips. Cute. “I saw you were here and I really want to meet you. You seem to be a very funny person.” He giggled.
For the first time in a few years, someone new wanted to meet you, and maybe this was an opportunity to finally let go of your ex. Not something like trying to replace him but it was true, you needed to do something to forget about him and being at home was not precisely the best option. Maybe this boy sitting right in front of you will help you to keep yourself entertained with something else.
→ Pairing: Bobby x Reader (feat. Jinwoo of WINNER)
→ Genre: angst and smut
→ Word Count: 3.903
→ Warnings: cheating and infidelity, lots of stupid banter and swearing
→ Summary: It was never your intention to cheat, especially with someone as cocky and annoying as Jiwon. But as your little love affair becomes more than just a few nights of casual sex, you quickly realize that this is a mess you won’t be able to fix.
→ Gifted to: @jungwoo-girl-24
Checking the time on your phone, you try to ignore the overwhelming constriction in your chest. It’s currently two in the morning and here you are, standing in the freezing cold waiting for Jiwon to come pick you up. Why you decided to leave the comfort of the indoors before his actual arrival, you aren’t entirely sure, but it is now too late to go back inside. You aren’t willing to take the risk.
Deep into the night, you notice headlights turn around the corner, the suspected vehicle driving far slower than you would have liked. But it’s only to be expected as to not draw too much attention considering everyone in your neighborhood checks out for the night by nine o’clock. How you’ve managed to survive in a such a boring, family-oriented city, you aren’t entirely sure. But you suppose it’s no reason to complain. At least not yet.
With the black vehicle finally in front of you, you don’t hesitate to open the passenger door and hop inside. Immediately you are met with the fresh scent of his cologne, your weakness that he takes advantage of any chance that he can get.
“Hey,” he says, already placing a hand on your thigh, “you ready?” Nodding your head, you lean back against the seat with your hand clasped over his. The sound of his voice only becomes more sensual at night with just a few words being enough to turn you into a puddle. Even as he returns his gaze to the road, the way he squeezes your flesh underneath his palm is only one indication that he is quickly growing impatient. Likely just as much as you are.
When he had texted you to put on your prettiest outfit, you had expected that you wouldn’t get much farther than a few blocks before he pulled over to tear your clothes off, but the rigid concentration on his face only tells you that he has something else in mind for the night. It’s become custom to leave these escapades in his hands, his utter desire to surprise you and pamper you far outweighing your curiosity. It would be a lie to say you didn’t like it – you love it. Jiwon seems to be the only source of excitement in your life and it’s a fact that he knows very well. If only the circumstances were better than how they stand.
“Jinwoo sleeping?” With a small nod of the head, you try to dispel the thoughts of your boyfriend from your mind. Why Jiwon loves to bring him up whenever you are together, you aren’t sure, but whatever it’s doing to bloat his ego, you wish it would stop. He may feel no guilt, but you feel it all. You always have.
“That’s good.” In your mind, your only thoughts are ‘no shit’, the thought of even trying to sneak out with him awake only sending chills down your spine. Over the last few months, you’ve created excuses in your mind for everything, what you would say if you got caught leaving or what might happen if he finds out you were with Jiwon of all people. You’ve prepared for it all. But if you were ever to find yourself in that situation… you don’t think you could bring yourself to lie. Between the two of them, you know exactly who you’d choose.
“So where are we going?” In an attempt to rid yourself of those incessant thoughts, you try to focus on something else. Even if it means starting useless conversations.
“You know it’s a surprise.” Jiwon states, scoffing underneath his breath as if you’d just offended his intelligence.
“It was worth a shot…” The way your voice trails off catches his attention, but he chooses to say nothing. Even from your periphery, you can tell he’s struggling to keep his mouth shut. He’s well aware that he has a tendency to cross the line, but even so, he can never seem to grasp his words until after they are spoken.
Grabbing his hand, you begin to play with his fingers, carefully brushing over every vein, every line on his arm. If there’s one thing about Jiwon, it’s that he’s handsome, every feature of him capable of bringing you to your knees. Even these hands, which have caressed you and loved you, seem to creep into your mind every so often. But even now, as you drive into the night underneath blinding streetlights, you can’t help but focus on everything but him. You’ve been doing this for far too long, having mastered the art of sneaking out, but every subsequent time, your heart tears apart at the seams. You will never get used to this, to living such a double life, but at this point it’s far too late to stop. Even if you wanted to end everything, stop the car and return home, you know that you wouldn’t be able to stay away for long. Jiwon is like an addiction, having him pressed against your chest on fueling the desires which have been concealed for the entirety of your relationship with Jinwoo.
“Are you okay?” Looking over, you notice the concern in his eyes, the way he bites his bottom lip as he examines your face.
"Yeah I'm fine." Resting your head against the chilled glass of the window, you hold your tongue. You are very blatantly not fine, after having gone through the normal, regret filled routine, but considering Jiwon has no sympathy when it comes to the state of your relationship, you know its best to just stay quiet. His responses tend to only upset you more, as if your feelings were of no concern to him. And yet he has the audacity to bring him up as if it wasn't already considered taboo.
When he turns into the entrance of a hotel, the bright lights immediately catch your attention. All stress dissipates from your body once you realize exactly where you are. You can't help the way your eyes light up at the sight in front of you. Not only did he choose one of the nicest hotels in city, but he chose your absolute favorite one: The Viridian. Not only is it a hotel, one that only gives rooms to the rich, lavish and business oriented, but it is also attached to a world-famous, 24-hour spa. Oh, how you loved to be pampered.
"You like?" He didn't even need to ask as you could barely contain your excitement. Although, had you known you would be coming all the way here, you would have worn something a little more... expensive.
Tossing those thoughts aide, you can't help but smile when the valet kindly opens your door, allowing you to step out into the bright lighting of the hotel. Considering it's nearing holiday season, you aren't surprised that they've gone all out on decorations, hanging lights lining everything from the trees to the grand entrance. With Jiwon finally by your side, he takes your hand in his, rubbing his thumb over your skin. Very rarely does he commit to skinship, at least outside of the bedroom, and as much as you hate to say it, you are loving this more affectionate side of him. It's the little things, you suppose, that tend to win your heart over everything else. Hence why only going on one date with Jinwoo was enough for you to call him yours. He did all the things that made you swoon - kissing your forehead, his hand gently on your lower back, and of course, all the back hugs. As a lover, it doesn't take a lot to win you over and he has it down to a science. But how you ended up in the hands of Jiwon, you will still never understand.
But you suppose the excellent sex is something that's undeniable.
And just looking at the golden key card in his hand, after having received from the person at the welcoming desk, is enough to put dangerous thoughts in your head. You were so concerned about sneaking out that you forgot why you were even doing it in the first place.
Once in the elevator, the entirety of large interior left only to you both, the real fun begins. The doors hadn't even closed completely before he was already attacking your neck, one hand against the wall, the other snaking its way up your shirt. The way he gently licks at your skin, nibbling on it soon after is only one way he loves to mark his territory. Even with his precision, he's never once left a trail, knowing well that the consequences would not be in his favor, but the thought of it is enough to satisfy, at least for the moment.
"Ah..." you sigh, "hold on." Even as you say those words, your body seems to act entirely on its own. You can only lean into his touch as he slides past the fabric of your thin sports bra, playing with your hardened nipples as he begins his journey along your jaw and to your lips.
Hearing the sound of the doors opening, you push him off you, rushing him to exit so that he can finish what he started as quickly as possible. Checking the plaques on the wall, he grabs your hand, leading you in the direction of the room. From what you can tell, he's splurged quite a bit, but there is no way in hell he would be able to afford the suite at the end of the hall. But that's exactly where he seemed to be headed.
Just as you expected, he stopped at the door right before it, a sliver of disappointment surfacing. But just as quickly as it arrived, you push it aside, knowing full well you were never in this for the money or the perks. Although being in the room next to the suite is still something to brag about.
After finally opening the door, his skills with hotel room keys always lackluster no matter how many times he's done this, you can't help but kick him to go inside. He had ignited a fire within you that you could no longer ignore, and the longer you had to wait, the more likely you were going to kill him. When it comes to sex and pleasure, you are impatient. And Jiwon knows it well.
"Relax baby, we'll get there." He chides, dropping the key on the island counter and kicking off his shoes. If it weren't for the fact that you overwhelmingly horny, you might have actually cared to take a tour of the place. But the only thoughts you could possibly muster were surrounding Jiwon and his lower half.
"Want a drink?" He asks sarcastically, rummaging through the large stainless steel fridge. If it weren't for the fact that you specifically needed him, then you might have just gotten yourself off. One thing you've learned is that no matter what you do, nothing will ever add up the pleasure this asshole provides. Nothing.
Taking off your shoes, and, well, everything else along with it, you saunter over to the bed, not daring to look him in the eye. Whenever you do this, doing your best to make a statement, he always loses. He's weak for your body in the same way you are for his, and that is something you always use to your advantage. At the very least, you try.
Lying out on the bed, you stare at the ceiling, counting down to when Jiwon finally stops being a prick. But as you wait there, a full thirty seconds having passed, you realize that he plans to make this night as difficult as possible. Looking over, you see him standing against the counter, a beer in his hand as he sips on it and stares.
"Are you really going to be like?" You ask incredulously, the frustration, both sexual and otherwise, starting to build up.
"Just warming up, that's all." Whatever the hell that meant, you wish he would stop fooling around. Your time is precious, especially if you need to leave before sunrise.
Rolling over, you decide to stare out the open window at the night sky. The nice thing about this hotel is that it's taller than most buildings within this small city, meaning you can fuck with the curtains open all you want. While looking at the stars of course.
When the other side of the bed begins to dip, you release a sigh of relief. Considering how stubborn he is, this could have lasted much longer. You appreciate the fact that you won't have to throw a fit this time.
Feeling his erection against your ass, you relish in the fact that he was kind enough to do the hard work for you. Undressing him, when he thinks he's being playful, is equivalent to undressing a statue. He doesn't even try to help. Especially when he gets to see your frustration up close. That's how he likes you best - when you are about five seconds from beating his ass. And thus that's how your "relationship" has always been. A quarrel between lovers that only ends in hot and steamy sex. And tonight better be no different.
Leaning back against him, you wait for him to make a move, but, of course, you are only met with that same shit-eating grin.
"Jiwon please," you whine, "I'm dying here." Placing a gentle kiss on your hairline, he looks at you lovingly. At least that's the way he appears.
"Whatever you want baby." Rolling over, he pins you underneath him, placing himself between your legs. With his lips so close to yours, you're hesitant to make a move. He could very easily give you what you want, but you know he never plays nicely.
"Since it's our anniversary, I'll do as you ask."
Anniversary? Never once have you heard that word come out of his mouth, the pure thought of Jiwon and commitment being in the same vicinity almost laughable.
"Did you forget? I'm hurt." Sporting the most pathetic pout, he leans in to place small kisses on your nose and outside your lips. For such a sex-crazed man, he sure knows how to be soft. You hate that it only makes your heart weak.
"We've been fucking like rabbits for 100 days. Cute right?" If your hands were easily accessible, you probably would have slapped him for being so vulgar yet sweet at the same time. He really is the most annoying booty call you've ever had.
"Yeah so cute. The hotel is nice though, so at least you have that going for you." Lifting your head, you try to chase his lips, but when he turns his head away, you can't help but grit your teeth.
"I have a lot of things going for me. Like my dick. Something Jinwoo doesn't have." Lifting your leg, you knee him in the thigh, the overwhelming guilt coming back. You try so hard to forget whenever you're with Jiwon, but of course, he has no sense of decency. He makes you hate yourself more than you already do.
"Sorry I couldn't help myself." Crashing his lips against yours, he places his palms against your cheeks. The way he delicately pulls on your bottom lip makes your heart ache, the feeling of having him against you an addicting euphoria. With him starting to grind against your core, you're not sure how much longer you can wait. He'd been on your mind all day, but now that he's finally within your grasp, you can't seem to pull yourself together. Unlike other nights, you can't bother to fight him. You can't fight the desire which continues you plague you. He has nothing that you want, but he is everything that you crave. And you will let him take you as far away as possible so long as get what you need in the end.
Lifting himself up, he lines up his erection with your entrance. It doesn't take much for him to slide himself in, your arousal in his presence never being a problem. The breath you had been holding is finally released once he begins moving, expletives already leaving your mouth.
"Are you gonna last?" He sneers, slowly picking up his pace as he rests his forehead on yours.
"Shut-the-fuck-UP." When he slams into you, you only choke on your words. This boy is so close to ending you here and now that you aren't sure if you will survive the night without at least going for another round. And you know damn well he would be up to the challenge.
"Watch that mouth of yours. I know I said whatever you want, but there are rules ya know." His words go unheard, your nails digging into his shoulders to keep yourself grounded. Being away from him for so long clearly did a number on you, the coiling in your stomach already starting without him having once touched your clit. He truly is one of a kind.
Once the mewls start to fall from your lips, he changes up his pace. He returns to his slow and steady movements, instead focusing on the space between your neck and your jaw, indeed his favorite spot. This area is particularly sensitive for you, every brush against it immediately sending chills down your spine, a shockwave straight to your core. It's a weakness for you, one that he loves to take advantage of and abuse. With the combination of stimulation to the clit, you are as good as gone. But of course he avoids the duo after learning the first time that it often puts you out of commission. At least he's considerate of one thing.
"Get on top." He commands. Removing himself with a lewd pop, he falls over until he's on his back. Typically this position comes later in the night, which means that he is just as impatient as you are. At least you know you're not alone in your suffering. He missed you just as much as you missed him.
Getting up, you straddle his lap. He holds up his erection so that you can place yourself over it, quickly returning to its place deep inside of you. As you lean back, adjusting to a better angle, you can already feel that you're not going to last much longer. Especially when you have the honor of watching him cum from this angle, you really are at your weakest position. You aren't meant to last long which is probably why he jumped straight to it.
Grabbing his hands, you place them on your hips, grinding slowly until he face begins to contort in pleasure. He has a tendency to throw his head back, but because of the obscenely large pillows at this hotel, he doesn't get the chance. Instead, he can only force his head back and close his eyes, which to you, is still a perfect image.
Before you get the chance to move on your own, he is already lifting you up, pounding into you with no mercy. At first, it takes you off guard, having to hold his wrists just to keep yourself stable. His aggressiveness when it comes to sex varies depending on the day. It seems to you that he uses this as a way to vent. There's probably a lot on his mind.
After getting your rhythm back, you try to match his pace, moving so that he hits you deeper with every thrust. Simply placing your hand at your clit is enough to get you closer to your orgasm, your sensitivity being more extreme than usual. It became clear to you during your text exchange earlier in the day that this was something you both needed, and it couldn't have come soon enough.
His grunts suddenly begin to fill the room, the shaking of his muscles only a small indication of his proximity to orgasm. But as a man in need of control, you aren't surprised when he suddenly swats away your hand. Using what little multi-tasking abilities he has, he begins to rub at your clit at a pace that nearly matches that of his thrusts. It's an art, in a way, but more than anything, it's his workout. On a normal day, there might have been breaks, maybe some oral or just pure, unforgiving orgasm denial. But this time he is willing to put himself at work, at least until he has no other choice but to collapse and maybe breathe. And from the way you have been clenching in the onset of orgasm, you are almost certain he hasn't taken a breath in quite some time.
With one final thrust, he spills into you, throwing his head back as he tries to reset the rapid beating of his own heart. He must have been struggling from the way you can see his pulse through the veins in his neck.
"Fuck... fucking hell." He curses, wiping the film of sweat lining his forehead. Just like him, you feel out of breath, the muscles in your legs having already tensed up. As much as you'd like to move, you don't seem to have it in you. Staying here for a while sounds like a lovely option. But of course that thought doesn't last long as uses his last bit of strength to toss you off him. When you land next to him on the bed, you glare in his direction. If only his eyes were open to see it.
"Can I tell you something?" The way he speaks in a lower tone makes you anxious. Very rarely does he ever get serious with you, and whenever he has previously, they were never in any way positive.
"Of course." Regardless, you would be there for him. No matter what.
"I... honestly, Y/N. I love you. I love you a whole fucking lot. And I know you love Jinwoo, but I need you to know this moving forward."
You're speechless.
"I can't hide it anymore. Because I want to tell you I love you when I see you. Every single time. But I couldn't. I respect you. A lot. But I need you to know... even if it means we have to stop meeting like this." Wiping his face with his hands, he can't bare to look at you. At least not without breaking into pieces.
"Jiwon... you know it's complicate-"
"Of course I know! I know this is fucked up and it's wrong, but I can't unlove you. I tried. I tried really fucking hard. But I can't. And at the end of this you're going to go back to Jinwoo and pretend like this never happened. Unlike you, I only have one person. Only you. And you're the only one I want." Even still, he can't look at you. It's like he's talking to the ceiling.
"Jiwon I-"
"You don't have to give me an answer. I think I already know it anyway. We should probably leave soon." Getting up from the bed, he fetches his clothes. Deep down you feel broken. Lost. Confused. You know who you would choose, so why is dealing with this so fucking difficult?
Grabbing your phone, you try to check the time, only to see a message you hoped you'd never get.
