📷 ) SYNOPSIS 𓂃 ﹕having an attractive and (semi) oblivious roommate is definitely not for the weak.
──── roommate ! leehan x fem ! reader ╱ ⌕ smau, fluff, comedy ( ? ) ∿ ˊᯅˋ could be somewhat suggestive…?, reader lowk down bad, use of petnames >3< ( 💬 ) HAPPY BIRTHDAY LEEHANNN my fellow dearest october baby ♡ #WeInSyncLikeThat i honestly don’t know what went thru my mind making this BUT it’s smth for my man so its okay 🤍
‘💬’ ─ why are my screenshots like that now. Apple. MemiMessage. Someone Speak Up.
⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ KISS AND MAKE UP ! 🧸ྀི — dongmin’s way to comfort you after a fight is pretty simple (and works like a charm) ( word count 601)
[ extras ] kissing, crying, fluff/comfort
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ note ! i have another banger of an idea w taesannie otw plspls jingle jingle pay attention stay tuned okay!?also someone said he’s totally the type to grab ur neck and guide u into a kiss and guess what. i dig that.
@k-records (っ- ‸ - ς)⠀
dongmin couldn't handle it.
neither could you.
he was sitting in the bedroom, trying to focus on reels playing in his phone. trying to distract himself from thoughts gnawing on his mind like a dog starved.
you, on the other hand, were in the kitchen. sitting on the counter top, with gaze stuck at the boiling water.
the argument you had was silly, really. you were annoyed already, he was tired. he made a mess after you had just cleaned, you raised your voice when you shouldn't have.
and now guilt was consuming you both, resulting in you giving him the silent treatment. which you knew was bad but you couldn't bring yourself not to. you didn't even know what to say; was sorry enough?
the water boiled.
you put pasta in it and set a timer, observing the lively bubbles calming down.
"hey."
your eyes didn't budge. you felt ashamed to even look at dongmin.
he sighed softly, walking up to you.
you let him.
taking out his hands from his pockets, he placed them on your thighs. there was silence, only the sound of water bubbling between you two. he opened your thighs and stood between your legs, scanning your face.
"can we talk?" he asked. the softness of his voice made your gut dip with guilt even deeper. you shouldn't have yelled at him. he was so kind after you did and still–
you felt his hand making its way to the back of your neck, guiding your head towards him. his forehead rested against yours, hair gently brushing your skin. you closed your eyes, feeling a lump creating in your throat already.
"are you still mad at me?" dongmin questioned, voice calm as gentle breeze on a sunday morning.
"no" you croaked out.
"good" he huffed and before you knew it, his hands guided you by the neck to meet his lips.
once again, you allowed him.
the kiss was slow, pouring wordless apology from both of you. your hands found themselves seeking for him desperately, which just resulted in clutching his black top. he didn't rush but his hands on your neck guided you to deepen the kiss, angling your head in a way that allowed your lips to align comfortably.
only when he felt your breathing getting rigged and salty droplets on his tongue, he pulled away. not too far, he didn't want to.
his features softened and his hands slid from the nape of your neck to cup your tear stained cheeks.
"i-i'm sorry" you choked out, lower lip quivering. "i shouldn't have yelled. i just had a bad day…"
he stroked your skin in a reassuring motion, swallowing hard.
"and then i just… was too guilty to say anything. i'm sorry, dongmin" you sobbed. "i feel awful"
"it's my fault too. i'm sorry." he replied gently, wiping the falling pearly tears with his thumb.
"let's not fight over stupid stuff again" you sniffed and grabbed his wrists tenderly, looking up at him teary-eyed.
"and let's not do silent treatment, hm? i hated every second of that" he teased, canines poking out in a cat-alike smirk.
you just huffed, turning your head away.
"hey, don't sulk or i'll have to kiss it away again"
you just let go of his wrists and pulled him closer by his shirt.
"don't mind if you do" you whispered shyly and dongmin's hands sneaked once again to the back of your head, this time leading the kiss more passionately. your teeth clanked and you giggled through the kiss, tears already drying out in the corners of your eyes.
premise: all good things come in threes. the holy trinity. third time's the charm. peter, paul, and mary. your three roommates willing to help you experience how REAL, pleasurable sex feels like.
notes: fem!reader, roommate au, multiple partners, cunnilingus, fingering, unprotected penetrative sex (wrap ut b4 u tap it plz), voyeurism, exhibitionism, multiple orgasm, reader has prior shitty sexual experience
a/n: inspired by this post i made some months back. also shoutout to @cheolscherries1812 for their original comment on the post about leaders 🫶🏻 i started this in hopes that it would eliminate my writer's block BUT IT DIDN'T but it's here now, and i'm very proud of it, and i'm slowly getting back to writing. appreciate your patience and support for all of my work across all of my blogs!!! also, if this is reminiscent of my older works, then...;)
it should be a quiet friday evening for you, all things considered.
you had gotten off work, came home to dinner lovingly prepared by euijoo, kicked jaehyun’s ass in mario kart, and received an unprompted but well-appreciated shoulder rub from jungwon. it was shaping up to be a good start to your weekend, a smooth transition into two days’ worth of rest.
that was, until jaehyun suggested the four of you have a few rounds of drinks. rarely do you ever get together as a complete unit of four, considering everyone’s hectic schedules, and this was exactly what jaehyun used to rationalize his little idea as he gathered the shot glasses and raided the apartment’s not-so-secret stash of alcohol.
euijoo and jungwon seemed down for it, too. the snack drawer was emptied and dumped on the carpeted floor of the living room, and before you knew it, the four of you were gathered in a circle, mixing vodka with the monstrous stock of mountain dew that jungwon of all people kept in one of the cupboards.
but the drinks turned into jokes, and the jokes turned into dares, and the dares turned into an impromptu game of never have i ever.
“this is childish. what are we, in high school?” you give each of your roommates a pointed look, trying to convey just how much you oppose the idea of the game.
yes, these are your roommates, the people you literally live with, and your bond goes beyond usual roommate bounds, but you’re not exactly sure about inevitably spilling all your dirty little secrets to them.
the three of them stare back, unfazed, eyebrows raised in equal challenge.
“that’s the point! it’s fun because it’s childish,” jaehyun reasons, shot glass in hand while he pours vodka into it. he turns to you fully, handing you the liquor.
“bottoms up, sweetheart,” he says.
you cringe at the nickname but take the shot glass, anyway. you down the drink in one graceful swoop, your face crumpling as the liquid slithers down your throat. your two other roommates whoop in celebration, and despite it all, you feel yourself relax as the warmth of the vodka spreads from your stomach to your limbs.
jungwon and euijoo throw their own heads back as they take their shots, and you muster up everything in you to stop yourself from staring at the bobbing of their throats.
you hand the glass back to jaehyun. he fills it up once more, pouring to the brim.
“now this is for the fun part,’ jaehyun teases, winking at you playfully.
“i told you, i don’t want to play,” you reiterate.
“boring,” jungwon quips from across you, grinning when you narrow your eyes at him.
“just one round,” euijoo encourages from your left, peering into your face and smiling sweetly.
you feel your stomach flip, and given your history of not being able to say no to euijoo, you can’t help but let his words get to you. you roll your eyes, sighing, though euijoo knows this is just code for ‘fine, but only because you said so.’
euijoo just knew you like that.
and euijoo could just get you like that.
he leans over and bumps your shoulder with his and you feel your face flare up with heat.
“you’re all gonna gang up on me anyway,” you pout. this earns a conspiratorial chuckle from jungwon.
“then at least you know what you’re in for,” jungwon reasons.
you brandish your middle finger up at him, to which he blows you a kiss in retaliation while jaehyun swats your hand down.
you should be irritated, annoyed, hassled—whatever other word describes the negative feeling that you ought to be getting from being teased around like this. but you just can’t. for all their shenanigans, your roommates are some of the only people who could get away with being like this with you.
in hindsight, and historically speaking, it probably isn’t healthy, and it definitely isn’t advised to develop feelings for your roommate, but here you are.
crushing on all of your roommates.
you’re not sure when it started, but you try to rationalize it by telling yourself that living with three guys in their early twenties was bound to create some complicated feelings eventually.
sure, let’s go with that.
“relax, ______, it’s just ‘never have i ever’,” jaehyun croons, pushing the shot glass into yor hand. you take it, eyeing it warily.
if euijoo was the sweet one, then myung jaehyun was the pain in your ass.
“it’s never just ‘never have i ever’ when it comes to you,” you counter. “you always have some ulterior motive behind these games of yours.”
jaehyun splutters, eyes widening as he throws his hands up as if in surrender.
“i’ve never been so offended in my life,” he complains.
“can we just start the game so we can actually start drinking?” jungwon’s voice cuts over the bickering. a finger presses against his temple, his eyebrows pinched together as he stares at you and jaehyun.
“okay, i’ll start,” euijoo jumps right in, and you barely have any time to blink, let alone register what’s happening.
“never have i ever performed oral sex in public.”
“why are we jumping into the sex stuff already?” you demand, a look of alarm settling on your face as you turn to euijoo.
euijoo shrugs, running a hand over his tired eyes. “i don’t know, ______. i’m kinda tipsy already, you know, so why not?”
you swallow, pretending that the lazy drawl in his voice doesn’t do something to you.
with a disbelieving huff, you take the shot glass from the floor in front of you and gulp down its contents in two swallows. you meet jungwon’s eyes as you finish, his drink gone as well as he sets his own glass down.
“okay, ______. we need details,” jaehyun urges, nudging your knee with his foot. you smack him hard on the thigh.
“that’s not part of the rules,” you deflect, snickering when you’re rewarded with a loud yelp from jaehyun. “besides, you want me to believe that you haven’t given anyone head in public?”
jaehyun shrugs, rubbing the spot where you hit him. “i haven’t given anyone head in public. receiving it though…”
euijoo and jaehyun make eye contact, and as if on cue, the two reach forward to dap each other up.
“i know what you mean, brother,” euijoo quips, a shit-eating grin spreading on his face.
“you?” you turn accusingly to euijoo. “really?”
euijoo schools his expression into one of innocence. “what? you think i don’t mess around?”
you pause, the implication clear in his statement. the thought of euijoo—your kind, soft-hearted, considerate roommate—going around hooking up with people sends a strange feeling creeping up your spine. not that he can’t be kind and hook up at the same time; his disposition has nothing to do with his actual sex life.
it’s the images that come to your head that give you pause.
his hand running up someone’s thigh. his lips ghosting over someone’s neck. his hips slamming against—
you blink, willing yourself back to earth lest you completely lose yourself in your thoughts.
“your turn,” jaehyun points out as he refills everyone’s shots. you blink again, your brain taking a few seconds to catch up.
“oh,” you say, clearing your throat. “never have i ever received head in public.”
euijoo and jaehyun’s voices meld into a single complaint.
“now that’s not fair!” jaehyun cries out.
“you did that on purpose!” euijoo protests.
“too bad, you shouldn’t have volunteered information i didn’t ask for,” you respond, chuckling as they begrudgingly down their shots. you and jungwon high five, identical grins settling on your faces.
“okay, you had your chance to get even,” jaehyun grumbles, pouting cutely. some stupid part of you wants to crawl over to kiss it off his face.
seriously, what is up with you?
“never have i ever faked an orgasm,” jaehyun declares, a wicked glint in his eye as he turns to you.
indignation fills you immediately.
“hey, now that’s not fair!” you cry out, reaching over to deliver your nth smack of the night to jaehyun’s shoulder.
“what’s not fair is you having to fake orgasms,” jaehyun says, laughing. he dodges another one of your attempts at his arm.
“statistically and biologically speaking, a lot of people with vaginas have a harder time finishing for a variety of reasons,” you argue. “you can’t hold my own biology over me!”
the three men burst into laughter, and you glare at each one of them in turn. you mutter under your breath about wishing you had a dick instead, downing yet another shot. your stomach burns with the liquid but the fuzziness is starting to settle now. you feel quite good, actually.
“what kind of shitty sex are you having?” jungwon asks from across you, head tilting in curiosity. some of his hair falls into his wide, delicate eyes and you watch as he brushes them back with equally delicate fingers.
“the kind that’s none of your business,” you retort, grabbing the bottle of vodka to refill your own drink.
you catch just enough of it to witness your three roommates exchanging looks. your face heats up and you’re not sure if it’s the embarrassment or the alcohol.
“it’s not to say that i haven’t ever finished during sex,” you blurt out, cringing once the words had escaped you.
“it’s just a phenomenon that’s few and far between.”
there’s pure silence for a few seconds, your roommates looking at you with varying degrees of worry and amusement.
“when do you orgasm?” euijoo asks and it catches you so off guard you nearly drop your glass.
“excuse me?” you demand. euijoo merely smiles lazily, leaning back against the couch behind him.
“what happens when you actually cum? like, what leads up to it?” euijoo expounds, and his choice of words has your bottom lip slipping between your teeth.
fuck, he sounds a little too hot saying the word ‘cum’.
“what is it with you guys and trying to pry into my sex life?” you question, putting on your sternest expression yet.
not that you aren’t willing to be forthcoming with them. truth be told, you’d tell them anything if they asked nicely enough. or if they just asked, point-blank, period. they don’t even have to be nice about it. you just think that it’s best to put up a semblance of normalcy, barring your filthy, unfiltered thoughts and fantasies from escaping.
thoughts and fantasies that involved them, of all people.
“aren’t we allowed to be curious?” jungwon questions, fixing you with another one of his looks. the one that has your stomach flipping ten different ways. that one.
“no,” you deadpan and you think you see a flicker of something in jungwon’s eyes.
if euijoo was kind, and jaehyun was an ass, then jungwon was the iron fist that ruled the apartment. not a hair left on the floor, no piece of furniture crooked when he’s in charge.
you think about how you’d hate to be on the receiving end of his ire. in the conventional sense, at least. elsewhere, though…
“your turn,” you say, shifting the subject back to the game before anyone else gets any more ideas.
but, having lived with your roommates for about half a year, you really should have known that they’re always full of ideas.
“never have i ever been eaten out before.”
jungwon’s lips rise at the corners as he waits for you to take a shot. you stare back, shrugging. you don’t move.
no one takes drink.
it takes a few seconds for the rest of them to catch up.
“never?” jaehyun asks, his voice pitching higher.
“what, you guys haven’t had your ass eaten out?” you feign a giggle, trying to shift the subject to anywhere but at you. “i thought for sure at least one of you would be into that.”
“that’s unimportant,” euijoo declares. “you’ve never been eaten out?”
you falter. “well—no.”
“that’s like foreplay 101. hell, that’s the main event for some people,” jungwon says, his expression full of disbelief. “you’re telling us no one had bothered to eat you out before?”
the way he so crudely talks about your bedroom activities has you shifting in your seat, thighs squeezing together in an attempt to relieve yourself of the growing pressure in your belly.
“i mean, no one really offered—,”
“that’s fucking insane,” jaehyun interrupts. “i’ll eat you out right now, if you want.”
a violent blush takes over your entire face as you nearly choke on air.
“you’re so full of shit, myung jaehyun,” your voice pitches higher as you stare at your roommate, your heart thundering just beneath your ribcage.
jaehyun merely shrugs as he beams at you. he pushes his wire-rimmed glasses further up his face, raking a hand through his hair after, and it’s with great self-control that you urge your eyes to look anywhere else but at him.
“we’re just saying, your past sexual partners must have been pretty selfish if they hadn’t as much as offered to…you know.” euijoo cuts in with a gentler approach, gesturing vaguely as he finishes his statement.
it never really dawned on you that this was such a strange phenomenon. sure, sex felt good for you on numerous occasions, and some of your encounters nearly brought you there. but it was never enough. half of them were clumsy, most too eager. their hands would grab too hard at all the wrong places and their fingers would leave you aching, and not in the way you wanted.
“i’ve never been fingered properly before, either,” you blurt out, voice fading to an unsure mumble towards the end.
euijoo raises his eyebrows. “i’m sorry, what?”
you sigh, deciding to just let it all out.
“most times, the people i’ve been with would try to…with their fingers,” you explain. you meet each of your roommates’ eyes one by one. “but it would mostly hurt and it didn’t feel good at all.”
you can practically hear the ticking of the clock in the next room over.
“and i ask you once more, what actually makes you cum during sex?” euijoo questions, fixing you with an equally worried and eager stare.
your throat feels parched, your words and thoughts a jumble in your head.
“i usually just get myself off. i rub one out while they…do whatever it is they’re doing.”
silence.
jaehyun looks to jungwon who looks to euijoo who looks back at jaehyun. for some reason, this feels more humiliating than if they were all staring at you.
“looks like you pulled the short end of the stick when it comes to the people you sleep with,” jungwon says with a little snicker. you flush as his eyes do a brief once-over of your figure.
“i know, i know, i shouldn’t have settled for anything less,” you grumble, pulling your knees to your chest. you curl into yourself, suddenly hyperaware of all of the eyes on you.
“i haven’t slept with anyone, in like, half a year. can’t have shitty sex if you’re not having sex at all,” you add, chuckling humorlessly.
“so your last was the ex you broke up with before moving here?” jaehyun clarifies, scooting closer until his shoulder is pressed up to yours.
you sigh, rubbing your eyes. “yes.”
another stretch of silence blankets the four of you, and you internally cringe at the direction this game and this conversation has taken. jaehyun shifts to your right, his arm draping over and around your shoulders.
“want us to help you?”
jungwon snickers and euijoo’s already large eyes widen even more. you whip your head towards jaehyun, equal parts scandalized and…aroused.
“cut it out,” you mumble halfheartedly, trying to pry jaehyun off of you.
“what? i’m trying to be a gentleman here,” jaehyun protests with a smile. his body heat and cologne muddle your senses.
“by offering to sleep with me?” you protest, elbowing him hard in the ribs. he winces but pulls you in even closer.
“don’t tell me you guys haven’t thought about it,” jaehyun says, gesturing to euijoo and jungwon, his brows raised knowingly.
you feel your entire body go simultaneously cold and impossibly hot, the sensations fighting as euijoo and jungwon look at each other.
“that’s quite the accusation,” jungwon muses, tilting his head, a traitorous smirk settling on his lips.
you feel all semblance of calm escape you, your heart beating faster than it already was. you turn to euijoo for any sort of reprieve from this situation you’ve found yourself in, but even he refuses to meet your eyes.
oh.
so it’s like that.
under normal circumstances, this should have scared you. disgusted you, even. but you would be lying if you said that you haven’t thought about them that way. sure, it started as innocent crushes, feelings developed for people you live in close proximity to. but as proximity goes, your rooms are crammed into one short hallway, walls like paper, and squeaky doors that don’t ever fully close.
you’ve heard them on certain nights, groans too rhythmic and sighs too loud to be anything but what you thought it was. you had felt like a pervert all this time, listening in and anticipating that stretch of silence right after an audible gasp, or that maddeningly loud creak of a bed as one of them finishes, headboard banging against your wall.
(you remember now it was euijoo, as his room is right next to yours.)
so all propriety aside, you have no choice but to admit that you’re irrevocably, undeniably turned on right now.
“so you have thought about it.” you finally find your voice and it seems to snap all three men out of their reveries.
jaehyun shrugs from beside you. always the candid one, his fingers trace patterns on your exposed shoulder, smiling when he feels goosebumps rise on your skin.
“you know i do. i haven’t really been keeping it a secret, have i?”
you meet jaehyun’s eyes and he looks at you expectantly in that annoyingly handsome way of his. you lick your lips and his eyes follow the motion, snapping back up right at the very last second.
“i thought you were just messing with me,” you whisper.
but you know. you know deep down he was doing anything but.
“well i’m not,” jaehyun says, disproving your statement.
“let’s make a deal.”
you turn your head towards jungwon who’s looking at you, calculation evident in his eyes. he glances briefly at your two other roommates before straightening.
“you let us take care of you and we can finally put this topic to bed,” jungwon continues calmly, as if he were just proposing who gets to do what chore in the apartment.
“i—what?” your voice is barely above a nervous whisper.
jungwon shrugs. “you said you’ve never been eaten out.”
he looks to jaehyun.
“wanna help her with that?”
jaehyun’s face immediately breaks out into a grin. jungwon continues before jaehyun can get a word in.
“you said you haven’t been fingered properly. maybe i can do something about it,” jungwon says without breaking eye contact. you feel your whole body tense up and shiver.
have all of you gone completely crazy?
“anything else we can help you with?” jaehyun says, glancing at euijoo, who seems to be the only one as affected by all this as much as you are.
euijoo takes a moment before looking over at you. even in your apartment’s shitty lighting, you can see the way his pupils dilate, eyes raking over your curled-up figure.
“what do you want?” euijoo questions, shifting his body subtly closer to face you.
you swallow, a million thoughts running through your mind.
this is ridiculous. this is reckless. this is dangerous. who thinks about sleeping with all her roommates? who entertains the idea of them ‘helping’ you by granting you sexual favors?
“whatever it is you think about doing when you jerk off at night,” you respond, despite yourself.
you relish the way euijoo’s breath catches, his lips pressing into a thin line.
jungwon and jaehyun simultaneously let out disbelieving chuckles. euijoo is bright red now, all the way to the tips of his ears.
“guess we aren’t so quiet when we—ah—relieve ourselves,” jaehyun muses with a chuckle.
“you especially,” you banter, digging your elbow once more into his ribs.
“oh, she’s got some bite,” jaehyun taunts, his hand sliding down your back before resting just above your ass.
“big talk for someone who just admitted to settling for bad sex,” jungwon pipes up. he pushes himself to stand, slinking over to where you’re seated.
jungwon crouches down, and due to his stature, even in this position, you have to crane your neck up to look him in the eye.
“want us to help you?”
you hear nothing but the steady thud of your heartbeat in your ears, and you feel nothing but sheer weightlessness as you ponder your options.
they’re offering, and you’re willing.
you inhale, resolve hardening in your chest.
“i’d like to see you try,” is all you say.
it’s like a switch is flipped within all three of them. you physically feel the room go still as all three sets of eyes turn to you. jungwon is the closest and in your direct line of sight. he grins, his hand reaching out, his pointer finger resting just beneath your chin.
“i’d like to see you take it.”
jungwon glances to jaehyun, raising a brow.
“i got it from here,” jaehyun says, voice low and rougher all of a sudden. jungwon nods before returning to his seat.
you turn, your heartbeat still thundering loudly in your ears.
euijoo and jungwon watch with attentive eyes as jaehyun lets his hand fall completely to the slope of your ass. his other hand reaches for your thigh, grabbing onto the supple flesh and maneuvering you to face him.
“you can still say no,” jaehyun whispers, fingers trailing up on your skin.
in what world would you do such a thing?
before you can overthink it, you lean forward to connect your lips with jaehyun’s. you hear jungwon snicker and euijoo inhale. jaehyun, on the other hand, smiles into the kiss, a hand coming up to cup your face. he pulls you closer, manhandling you over his lap, to which you allow yourself to respond eagerly, arms circling his neck.
jaehyun shifts beneath you, pressing his semi between your legs, and you gasp, rocking harder against him in retaliation. he moans wantonly into your mouth, but quickly pulls away to discard his glasses before diving back in with renewed vigor.
you tug at his hair and he digs his nails into your waist. months of teasing and sexual innuendos amount to this, with him half-hard and you leaking through your underwear.
“hurry up,” jungwon teases. you pull away, peering over your shoulder to see him chewing on his thumbnail, eyes dark as he surveys the scene in front of him.
euijoo looks like he’s about to explode.
glad to know you’re on the same page.
“hurrying is what got her here in the first place,” jaehyun warns with no real bite, a corner of his lips twitching up.
“isn’t that right, pretty? we’ll take it nice and slow for you tonight.”
you whimper involuntarily, jaehyun’s fingers traveling down to press firmly into your inner thighs. he wastes no time in coaxing you down, right onto your back.
you thank the heavens in your head for the foresight of suggesting that your living room needed a fluffier rug.
your hair spreads out beneath your head, and jaehyun rakes his eyes over your face, down to your neck, then to your chest, caging you in with his arms braced on either side of you.
“can i take these off?” jaehyun asks, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of your shorts. his hair is sticking up all over, and you think about how ridiculously hot he looks at this moment.
“yes,” you mutter softly. this earns a soft smile from him.
“there she is. thought i wouldn’t be hearing that voice for the rest of the night.”
the soft croon of jaehyun’s words, coupled with the drag of the fabric against your warm skin as he pulls your bottoms down, sends yet another shiver through you. you’re left semi-exposed in just your underwear, your legs automatically clamping shut.
“none of that, sweetheart,” jaehyun urges gently, prying your thighs apart once more. “how am i gonna help you if i can’t even reach what’s here?”
just as he says this, he reaches down and presses two fingers right at your core, on the damp spot forming on your panties. you gasp, bucking into jaehyun’s hand. he grins, obviously pleased with your reaction.
“for someone so hesitant, you sure are eager,” jaehyun says, rubbing at the spot, movements traitorously slow.
“now you’re just taking the piss,” euijoo comments under his breath. “don’t leave her waiting.”
you crane your neck to look at your other roommate and you have to suppress a moan at what you see.
euijoo’s still leaning back against the couch, his fingers tapping restlessly against his leg. there’s a sizeable bulge at the front of his sweatpants.
jaehyun rolls his eyes playfully, withdrawing his touch to yank your underwear down in one fell swoop. you startle, but you let jaehyun slip the last barrier standing between his and the rest of your roommates’ eyes and your aching, wet pussy.
“oh, wow. you really wanted this, huh?” jaehyun questions, spreading your legs even further apart.
he settles on his stomach, face level with your core. you can feel his breath on your skin, hot and anticipatory.
“how can anyone let all this go to waste? if it were up to me, i’d make sure you cum at least three times. per session. for as many sessions a day as you want.” jaehyun snickers, his fingers making contact with the moisture pooling between your legs.
“j-jaehyun,” you whine, your hand flying down to his hair. he peers up, leaning into your touch.
you tangle your fingers in his hair and tug.
the first brush of jaehyun’s tongue over your cunt sends you almost careening over the edge already. having no prior reference to what being eaten out feels like, all you know is that the whole world seems to have fallen away, leaving only this: the sensation of pure, utter pleasure pulsing through your body from what jaehyun’s mouth is doing to you.
he latches his lips over your clit, suckling gently, and your hips shoot straight up, grinding against his face. jaehyun hums against you, his tongue flicking the sensitive nub over and over.
your whole body ignites with what you can only describe as the most blissful burning sensation you’ve ever experienced. jaehyun pulls you closer to him, your legs thrown over his shoulders as his arms hook around your thighs, locking you in place. his nose brushes your clit as he teases your hole and it’s like a thousand fireworks go off right within your body.
“fuck, that’s hot,” you hear a voice say somewhere else in the room. you think it’s jungwon.
your eyes blink the bleariness away as you try to make sense of your surroundings, an attempt to find reprieve from the near-overwhelming sensation that jaehyun is dealing you.
jungwon is worrying his bottom lip with his teeth, the heel of his palm pressed into the front of his pants.
you glance to the side and nearly cum from the sight of euijoo languidly stroking himself as he watches you, fully engrossed in the scene unfolding in front of him.
jaehyun pulls your attention back to him, his whole mouth suctioning over your clit, tongue flattening and applying a constant pulse of pressure. you’re practically thrashing around by now, not used to the attention dealt to your most sensitive area.
your first orgasm of the night comes quickly and unexpectedly, your whole body tensing as jaehyun fucks his tongue into your hole. you clench up, thighs pressing into the side of jaehyun’s head.
“oh fuck—jaehyun!” his name falls helplessly from your mouth. “j-jaehyun, please!”
you don’t know what you’re begging for, but you know that you never want to stop feeling this way.
jaehyun doesn’t let up, even when you’re whining in protest, fingers pulling at his hair. still, his tongue laps up at the overflowing arousal, burying his face even deeper into your pussy, as if it were his last meal deprived from him.
“come on, baby, one more,” you hear jaehyun say, words almost completely garbled as he continues to undo you with his mouth. he reaches up and shoves your shirt up, one hand roughly grabbing at one of your tits.
how convenient for all of you that you decided to forego a bra tonight.
you moan, arching into his touch, your own fingers curling around his wrist as he kneads at your soft flesh. you feel another orgasm approach.
jaehyun pinches harshly at your nipple, tugging right after, and for the second time, your entire world burns white-hot. you cum yet again, breath caught in your throat as your face scrunches in ecstasy.
your roommate pulls away from between your legs, watching as you slump back down to the ground, panting and completely spent. you peek at jaehyun, his lips and chin completely drenched in you as he observes your every move.
“good?’ he asks. you can’t help the chuckle that escapes you.
“i’m afraid anyone who comes after you will have a hard time living up to that,” you admit, throwing an arm over your eyes as you try to catch your breath.
but before you’re afforded a minute’s rest, your arm is pulled away as jungwon’s face comes into view.
“don’t challenge me, sweetheart,” jungwon says with a smirk. he glances at jaehyun.
“move. it’s my turn.”
jaehyun exaggerates a bow, leaving you with a wink as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. he stalks off to take jungwon’s seat at the side, the tent in his own pants painfully obvious now.
“still okay?” jungwon asks, a palm smoothing down your arm. “does your back hurt? do you need a pillow?”
you shake your head, giggling. “i’m fine, wonie.”
jungwon’s eyes darken at the nickname, mischief painting his smile. “so, is it fine if i do this?”
you don’t have time to register his question before he’s reaching down, the tip of his finger circling your hole. you yelp, instinctually pulling away, your core sensitive from jaehyun’s ministrations.
without waiting for an answer, jungwon plunges two fingers in, his other hand pressing down on your stomach to keep you in place.
“i thought you wanted us to show you how it’s done?” jungwon asks, voice steady, with the barest hint of teasing.
“or is it too much?”
jungwon drags his fingers out half of the way before pushing them back in. you jolt, a high-pitched whimper spilling out from your lips. the fingers inside you curl up against your walls, sending your eyes rolling to the back.
it’s too much and not enough all at once.
“that’s it,” jungwon says, curling his fingers even harder the second time. “so responsive. so good for us, hm?”
your hands try to find purchase somewhere, anywhere, and eventually, they settle on clutching onto the sleeve of jungwon’s sweater.
“please,” you beg for nothing and everything. “jungwon, h-hurts, need it, please—”
“use your words properly,” jungwon interrupts, tone admonishing.
“faster,” you gasp. “please fuck me faster, harder.”
jungwon snickers, pace immediately picking up. your back arches, your clit twitching from the lack of attention. you reach down, rubbing harshly.
“oh, fuck,” jaehyun’s voice is hoarse over the roaring in your ears. “that’s so fucking hot, baby.”
his words spur you on, your hips moving on their own accord, swiveling and thrusting closer to jungwon’s hand. he slams his fingers repeatedly in and out of you, curling at the very last second before pulling out and then repeating it over again.
“filthy, aren’t you? bet you fantasized about us fucking you like this. using you like this,” jungwon sneers, tugging your shirt all the way up and over your breasts. he continues what jaehyun started, pinching and tugging and rolling your nipples between his fingers.
he lands a hard smack to your tits and it sends a shock of pleasure all over you.
again and again he repeats this, and you feel the skin on your chest start to warm. finally, as his fingers brush over your sensitive peaks for the nth time, coupled with the pressure in your belly from his fingers, your third orgasm tears right through you, unraveling you once more. you twitch and shudder, tears springing in your eyes with how tight you’re squeezing them shut.
it takes about a minute for your whole body to relax, your limbs splayed out as jungwon pulls his fingers out.
“good girl,” jungwon praises, pushing his fingers into your mouth without any preamble. you bristle but let him slide in, your saliva quickly coating his digits, salty from your fluids.
“shit, look at you,” jungwon laughs breathily. “don’t blame me if i’m coming into your room every night just to see this view again and again.”
you whimper as jungwon withdraws his hand. he leans down, pecking your lips lightly.
“hope that was good enough for you,” he whispers, pulling back before you can even respond.
your heart is hammering in your chest as you watch jungwon take a seat beside jaehyun, who is now full on jerking himself off, cock slick with precum as he eyes your half-naked body on the living room floor.
euijoo drifts into your line of sight, his expression hard to read. he has himself tucked back into his pants, but it’s obvious that he’s still rock hard underneath. he crawls over to you, then settles into a sitting position beside you.
“still good?” euijoo asks, brushing some of your hair away from your face.
you nod, pushing yourself up onto your elbows.
“need a break?” euijoo continues. “we can stop now, if you want.”
you tilt your head. despite everything, you can’t help the urge to poke fun at your very mild-mannered roommate.
“why? what are you gonna do to me?”
euijoo’s eyebrows shoot up, eyes moving down to study your figure.
“i’m not going to do anything. you are,” euijoo responds. he reaches out, tugging at your arm.
you let yourself be pulled up to a sitting position, too weak to protest much. anticipation courses through your veins as euijoo lies down, propping himself up on his own elbows.
“you asked what i think about doing when i jerk off at night,” euijoo begins, tugging you closer.
“i think about you, riding me, fucking yourself on my cock.”
your breath stutters but a new wave of arousal washes over you. you tentatively push yourself up on your knees, scooting over to where euijoo is. you eye his clothed dick, unsure, momentarily glancing up at him.
his eyes appear glazed over, but still hardened with resolve.
“if you want to experience good sex, maybe you’ll have to work for it a little, hm?” euijoo gestures to his sweats, to the string still tied tightly.
you balk at his words, not expecting him to take this tone with you. granted, he’s still speaking as he always does, but the way euijoo so flippantly tells you to work for it has your thighs clenching together once more.
you reach over to tug at the drawstring, undoing the knot, careful not to let your hand brush directly on his bulge. you pull at the waistband next, taking euijoo’s underwear along with it.
his cock springs free and you feel yourself get dizzy.
euijoo is long and full, heavy in your hand as you take hold of him. he’s still slick from his precum, beads of it continuing to leak from his tip. he hisses as you stroke languidly along his length, your mouth watering as you do so.
“don’t be shy,” euijoo says with a little chuckle. it sounds innocent, lighthearted. but there’s a glint in his eye that has your stomach twisting in the best way possible.
you oblige, swinging one leg over his supine form. you line him up at your entrance, and at the last second, you peer over your shoulder at your two other roommates.
jaehyun licks his lips, cock on full display as he fists it harshly, and jungwon has something in his hand, clutched tightly around his own length. with a jolt, you realize it's your underwear. the lace material drags up and down jungwon’s dick, for sure ruined beyond measure.
“eyes here, _______.” the sound of your name from euijoo’s lips forces your attention back to him. he holds you by your thighs, thumb rubbing back and forth on your skin reassuringly.
you inhale, sinking down on euijoo.
the first slide in has both of you groaning, your mouth falling open as you make it all the way down. the stretch is unlike anything you’ve felt before, and the way euijoo’s fingers dig into your things adds another delicious sensation into the mix.
“god, you feel amazing,” euijoo breathes, his pelvis automatically rolling up. you gasp, bracing yourself on his chest.
“ride me, baby,” euijoo implores. “please, need to see you. ride me”
without as much as a second thought, you lift yourself up before grinding your hips back down. this sends both of you moaning, your nails digging into the fabric of his shirt. you repeat your movement, swiveling your hips just as you remember doing with all those people before, with your exes and flings, desperate to impress them despite them leaving you disappointed time and time again.
but you know euijoo would never disappoint you.
euijoo grunts beneath you, praise coming out in ragged breaths. his voice pitches higher whenever you clench around him and you make it a point to drag this sound out of him with every chance you get.
“you’re so fucking good at this,” euijoo declares, his hands moving up to grip at your waist as you lean over him.
“yeah, baby, use me. get yourself off.”
“ah!” you whimper, hips slamming down against his as you desperately chase your fourth orgasm of the night. thanks to your other housemates, the sensitivity between your legs is at an all-time high, easier for you to coax yourself closer to your release.
you can vaguely hear both jaehyun and jungwon behind you, panting and for sure jerking off to the sight of you riding euijoo, and you wonder rather hopefully if perhaps they’d like to join in.
you feel your knees start to burn against the carpet, despite its soft material. your thighs also ache, but the promise of another earth-shattering orgasm looms over you.
“need me to take over?” euijoo asks between labored breaths. you nod hurriedly and euijoo grins.
“i got you,” he says, and before you know it, you’re being pushed onto your back, a momentary dizziness overcoming you as euijoo wrangles you into a different position.
but before you could get comfortable, euijoo’s firm hands grip your hips, twisting you around and onto your front. a gasp catches in your throat as you scramble to maneuver yourself properly onto your chest.
euijoo presses your upper back down, forcing you onto the ground, while his other hand hauls your lower half up.
“you wanted to see them, right?” euijoo croons smoothly as he runs his hands up your back. you feel him poke against your entrance.
you glance up at jaehyun and jungwon, the former now sprawled on the couch, his hand furiously fisting his length, while the latter is eyeing you ravenously, your underwear still clutched tightly in his hand as he fucks into the soiled material.
euijoo takes hold of your hips and slides right back in. you whimper as your arms attempt to hold your body up, but to no avail. your elbows buckle and you have no choice but to arch even deeper as you bear your weight on your forearms.
“that’s right,” euijoo pants. “look so pretty like this, all bent over for me.”
“fuuuck,” jaehyun drawls, throwing his head back as his hand moves impossibly fast.
euijoo chuckles. “and for them.”
you keep your eyes trained forward, watching your roommates completely lose themselves to the scene in front of them: you getting fucked to oblivion by who you thought was your most respectful roommate.
absolutely nothing is respectful about the way euijoo is drilling into you now.
you feel the telltale coil tighten in your belly and you cry out as euijoo slams in particularly hard.
“i-i’m close,” you warn, head falling and hanging uselessly between your shoulders.
your whole body is jostled with how rough euijoo is fucking you, and you can feel the desperation radiating off him; the need to get you there and the desire to be right there with you.
“euijoo, please, please, please,” you repeat, like a litany only meant for the filthiest of ears to hear.
“come on, sweetheart,” euijoo urges, hands clamping down impossibly hard at your waist.
“let go for us. you can let go for us.”
a strangled cry erupts straight from your chest as your orgasm hurtles into you. you’re sobbing into the carpet now, hiccupping and mewling like a hurt kitten as wave after wave of pleasure slams through you.
euijoo keens as his own release comes upon him, spilling his load into you and on your ass and back as he jerks himself off the rest of the way.
your arms tremble, body collapsing as the last dregs of your euphoria seep out. you lay on your side, hair a mess, and breathing ragged.
your roommates' muffled voices and footsteps drift around you, but you don’t hear much at first, too spent with everything that’s transpired. eventually, you push yourself up to survey your surroundings.
jaehyun catches your eye just as he’s walking into the living room with a bottle of water. he looks disheveled, but the bulge in his pants is gone now, though his lower lip is still swollen from what you assume is him chewing relentlessly at it. a cool sensation presses against your back as someone wipes away at your skin.
“i made a mess. sorry,” euijoo apologizes from behind you and you startle, head whipping around. he grins sheepishly at you as he leans in to kiss you briefly.
“turn around, please. let me clean you up.”
you don’t have to be told twice.
jaehyun leaves the water in front of you and jungwon reappears a second later with a bundle of clothing in his hands. you realize quite belatedly that it’s a fresh pair of underwear and shorts of yours.
“you okay?” jungwon asks, placing the clothes gently into your hands.
you giggle, leaning up to capture his lips in yours.
Taesan grew up in the city, he's never lived in such a small town until now. There are no heads turning when he walks around—he goes unnoticed. However, it only starts to bother him when the girl he has eyes for doesn't bat him an eye. Not even once. No wonder he finds himself trying to change her mind with only one month of summer left.
OR IN WHICH . . . Wherever Taesan went, heads turned and eyes were on him. But now, things are different. In this small town nobody cares about anyone's looks nor reputation, except for Taesan. He cares about you and wants you to do the same for him, to which you don't. Maybe it's time for him to embrace his city life and change things.
THE PAIRING -> city-boy!taesan x small-town-girl!reader
⤷ THIS CONTAINS ────୨ৎ──── oneshot small town au mentions of city life au romcom shirtless taesan makeout scene suggestive at end ( 8265 WORDS ! )
NOTE -> if im being honest this is actually a very old fic idea from last summer (and part of my loser bnd series) but obvi i got unmotivated and stopped working on it midway and only decided to pick it up again now.... but yayay its done and ready to be read right!!!!!!! enjoy my cb to bndblr for a bit before i vanish again until june.... 👻👻 Sorry for the ass kiss scene too lol...... i hate writing them i also feel like this was ass But oh well playlist is linked in the title too!
ONE — HE’S SOMETHING.
A small town lifestyle. That’s something Taesan never once thought he’d ever live. He’s so used to the city, the constant vehicles driving about, sirens blaring in the distance, strangers yelling out of anger on the sides of the streets, dogs barking at each other on the roads, eyes on him wherever he goes.
It’s different. There’s none of that.
The town is quiet. The stores that used to be a walking distance for Taesan are nowhere near close now. It’s a bit of a drive. There are no sirens where he stays. No dogs barking or strangers yelling out of anger. If anything, the only shouts that he hears are joyful ones—greetings. Everyone knows each other in this town, nobody is a stranger.
Not even Taesan who only moved here two months ago.
It’s different. It’s comforting.
He can actually hear the raindrops that splash against his window on gloomy days. He can hear the birds chirping every morning and uses it as a wake up call. The tractor that runs over the patches of grass near the place he stays.
It’s different and refreshing.
However, there’s one thing in particular that makes him love the small town lifestyle even more. It’s you. You’re the reason he’s bothered. He’s fine with the fact nobody gawks at his looks anymore, but not when it comes to you.
He wants you to look at him. When he walks in your area, he’s only reminded of his first ever interaction with your mother. She was amazed by his looks—something about it being uncommon for new citizens to be so ‘handsome’. She even insisted that he’d be introduced to a girl in town. After landing eyes on you, the girl who walked out of their house with a bowl of fruits, he really hoped that she was talking about you.
That only explains why he’s walking down the same path he did two months ago. Hands in his pockets as he strolls down the rugged walkway. He’s greeting neighbors with a cheeky smile on his face. Yes, he’s happy to see them, but even more excited to see you.
The excitement bubbling within him only doubles when he sees the roof of your flat come into view. To be honest, he comes here often. The main reason to see you, but he always gets warped into a task by your parents. They took a liking to him. Perhaps, even a loving. He’s not that far from getting their blessings, right?
“Taesan!” Your mother cheers from the porch. A smile appears on his face as he walks through the gates of your home into the arms of your mom. He gives her a tight hug while she rubs up and down his back.
“Good morning,” the boy greets, his smile never faltering. He can’t fight the way his eyes switch to the open door that leads to the hallway of your house, and back at your mother. It’s a common occurrence. Maybe you’ll come out like you did the first time he saw you. Ever since then, you’ve been on his mind. Not once have you ever left it.
“How are you?” She’s rubbing his back with a hand, rustling his clothes in the process. Though, he doesn’t care. A few new lines in his freshly ironed white top won’t hurt him.
“I’m fine, what about you?”
“That’s so sweet of you to ask.” She gawks at his thoughtfulness and reassures him that she’s doing okay. The offer to have breakfast with them doesn’t fall deaf on Taesan’s ears. In his head, he’s quick to say yes, but in reality he’s laid back. He gives your mom a nod with a hand on his heart to show his gratitude. He wouldn’t be able to express his thankfulness in words because, honestly, it’s out of the roof. As he walks down the hallway he was continuously glancing at, he’s biting down on his lip.
This was never the plan. He only came to see you and work with whatever random task your parents give him. Things managed to go south with how he’s sitting at their family dining table. It’s his first time, but he's not complaining. He could do this many more other times.
“By the way,” Taesan starts as he settles down even further. “The fruits you gave us the other day were sweet. It was a nice feeling.” He informs her, a slight smile present on his face at the faint taste on his tastebuds.
“Really? I’m glad!” Her voice raises an octave as she prepares the boy's meal. He hums in response with his fingers fiddling with one another. He’s not lying to satisfy your mother. The fruits were truly as good as he said they were.
“There are still some left. When you leave, you can take a few.” She offers.
The ends of his lips curl upward. “That would be nice, yeah.”
“Taesan?” Someone says from down the hall. His head turns at the familiar voice as he locks eyes with a familiar face. It’s your father. His walking pace increases when Taesan gives the man a wave. As happy as he is to see your parents… he still wants to see you.
The you who appears at the doorway momentarily after your dad does. You’re holding two bags of soil, one over the other, when a sigh leaves your mouth. Your dad is squeezing Taesan’s shoulder and he feels it, but he isn’t paying attention to it. His head is still turned to the entrance of your home as you kick the door shut with the back of your foot, hands too busy to do anything about it.
Your eyes are closed when you inhale. You’re exhausted from the trip your father put you on.
“Dad, where should I put these—” You pause, finally taking note of Taesan’s presence. “—Why is he here?”
“Don’t be like that. You can put them over there, I’ll use them later anyway.” He scolds you then points at the empty spot near the door as your mother ushers you to come eat.
It’s as if they have a plan up their sleeves with the way you’re forced to sit beside Taesan, the boy who randomly showed up in town around two months ago. He doesn’t know it, but that was the only thing everyone spoke about that week—a family from the city moving to this sad town. Why would anyone give up city life for a life like this?
You don’t get it. You don’t like him either—okay, you don’t like anyone from the city. From what you’ve seen online or through movies, they are snobby and full of themselves. You hate it. You hate him. Well, not that much. You aren’t sure if he’s putting up a front, but from what you’ve seen within the two months he’s been here… he’s different.
To you, he’s not the same person you’ve seen in movies. He doesn’t have an attitude or a high ego. He’s offering to help your family and citizens whenever there’s an opening. It’s refreshing to see, yet you can’t help but feel suspicious of him. Like he’s up to something. You have a feeling he is—a feeling that you can’t prove the truth to.
“This tastes amazing,” Taesan boasts as he goes in for another bite of your mother’s cooking. You’re looking at him through your peripheral vision as you spoon another bite of rice while your parents smile at his reaction.
He’s not wrong, your mother cooking is one of the best you’ve ever had. There’s no way he’s faking that, right?
“It’s way different than the food from the city.” He says. There’s a genuine tone laced in his words, leaving you unsure of your suspicious feeling. Unless he’s a really good actor, it’s hard to not believe that he’s being serious.
“Oh right.” Your father grabs a napkin and wipes at his mouth. “How is your life on the west end? Do you ever miss the city?”
Taesan looks up at the question. He ponders before answering. This is something that you want to hear. You’re mentally cheering, eyes focused on the bowl of food in front of you. Taesan clears his throat and shakes his head.
“Not at all. I like it here better… it’s more… quiet. There aren't people looking at you wherever you go, expectations that you have to keep up. The roads aren’t as overstimulating due to the vast number of people who walk on them. Everyone isn’t a stranger and are the sweetest people you’ll ever meet.” He pauses.
“It’s refreshing, really.”
When you look over at the boy, he’s smiling. He really means everything he says. Maybe you were wrong. He’s nothing like the city people you’ve seen growing up. Actually, he’s far from that. With how he describes the differences, it’s like he feels at home here. In the small town that is.
And truthfully, as much as it pains you to say it after keeping up a front for the last two months, his vibe does suit the town you live in.
TWO — FLOUR, SEEDS, MILK, AND EGGS.
Taesan doesn’t know how the two of you ended up here, but he isn’t complaining. One moment he was having breakfast with you and your family, and now he’s holding a list of groceries to buy as he walks beside you. The walk isn’t long, but it feels long because of how quiet the two of you are. He’s rereading the grocery list to distract himself from the deading silence.
At times like these, Taesan would speak up and try to get your attention.
He can’t do it.
“What’s on the list?” You ask, breaking the unbearable silence. His head perks up at your sudden question. It caught him off guard.
“There’s…” He pauses, fumbling over the words in his head. The ones he’s been reading over for the last seven minutes, yet, he’s struggling to say them aloud.
Taesan clears his throat as you both come to a stop in front of the local grocery store. “There’s flour, seeds, milk, and eggs.” It’s a weird combination of things, but there’s no surprise that you’re running short on them. There’s not a day where your parents aren’t using either of the items. You nod at Taesan’s words and enter the store with him following shortly after.
“I’ll go get the seeds since there’s quite a few of them.” The boy points down the aisle they are located in and you send him off. Honestly, he needed a moment to calm down. He’s embarrassed from how he nearly tripped over his words in front of you.
What happened to the Taesan from the city who had no trouble talking to people? The one who held a constant reputation and lived a pretty social life. Where’d he go and why did he disappear into thin air the moment he met you? It’s unfortunate, really. You had him wrapped around your finger and had no clue of it.
Taesan eyes the seeds on the shelves. There are ones for flowers, vegetables, and fruits. He takes his time with matching the names of the needed seeds to the ones on the shelves, reaching and grabbing them in a swift motion every time. Your father loves to tend to the garden and the farm near your home. He wouldn’t be shocked if he asks the boy to assist him when you two return home. He’s always glad to help him anyway.
After grabbing the last seed, Taesan sets out on his way to find you. Hopefully you’ve gathered the last three items while he worked alone. His hands are full with how he carries the six seed packets in one hand and the list in the other. He really should’ve grabbed a basket before disappearing down the aisles of the store.
“Hey, I’m done.” Taesan starts while going over the seeds on the list once more. Just to double check with the ones in his hold. When he reaches your side, he’s looking over at you and the way you’re reaching the bag of flour. Well, trying to. You’d usually ask the cashier for assistance because of how high it was, but he’s busy. It’s on the last shelf… There are many levels to it. Could you really blame yourself?
“Do you need help?” Taesan asks as he drops the seed packets into the basket next to your foot. From a quick glance, he’s able to tell that you’ve gotten the other two ingredients while he was gone. You work fast, that’s for sure.
“A little.” You say and back away from the stocked shelves as he takes over. You watch as he reaches for the sack of flour. You don’t know why they are in sacks. It’s not like they’re a bag of soil. A small quantity could have been completely fine too. You also don’t know why you can’t peel your eyes away when his white t-shirt slightly riles up, revealing the lower portion of his back.
You hate Taesan.
Well, your reasoning behind it isn’t enough to back up your hatred anymore.
You hated Taesan. Despite that, you couldn’t deny the fact that you don't find him even a little attractive.
He turns around with the sack in his hold. “Only one, right?” He asks. He’s carrying it without an issue. You nod and pick up the shopping basket by the handles before walking away from him. He’s confused, but doesn’t question your quick movements. Maybe the two of you are under a time limit he isn’t aware of.
You’re already placing the items in the basket onto the front desk when Taesan catches up to you. You move out of the way, giving him an opening to slip through with the sack of flour, and enough space to keep your distance from the boy.
He doesn’t pay much attention to it.
Taesan shoves his hands into his back pocket as you converse with the cashier. Although he’s been in this town for two months now, he doesn’t know that many people. He stays in contact with your family and a few of his neighbours. That’s pretty much it. Even if he doesn’t know that many townspeople, he still gives everyone a smile followed by a greeting. It’s a common thing here—nothing like the city he used to live in.
“Let’s go.” You say, grabbing the bagged items. He picks up the sack of flour and follows you out of the door. He whispers a soft ‘thank you’ at the way you hold the door open for him. It’s nothing much, but it still makes him smile. He’s getting there.
The walk is quiet. Once again. This time, he’s eyeing the scenery around you two as you walk your way home. There are so many differences between a small town and a city. The city is loud with cars everywhere you look. In this small town, the roads aren’t as stable. There are a few cars, but not enough to disrupt your walk in the middle of the road. It’s much safer.
The scenery is green—like a really vibrant green. Everything is well kept and healthy unlike the dead grass patches and browned leaves on branches where he used to live. It’s where he grew up, he was used to it. So, moving here and seeing the brighter greenery was quite shocking to him.
Taesan lets out a sigh. It isn’t a sigh of distress, more so relief. He loves it here. The air lifts off any weight on his shoulders. He’s more free than he was back then—in the area where he had to keep a lifestyle.
Posting things on social media to keep up with the algorithm. To keep up with the image he put for himself. It felt draining, really. His friends were too immersed with social media too. Not one day did they not post anything, leaving him to do the same. Every hangout, there was an image being taken. There wasn’t one moment where the flash wasn’t going off. It briefly blinded him, but felt like eternity.
He hated it.
He still does. He doesn’t like anything to do with cameras. Even if he doesn’t have social media anymore, it’s not like he isn’t reminded of it. He wants a break—to break free, even. Luckily, moving away from that toxic life of his is a good start to what he wants.
You gasp, causing the boy’s head to whip over at you almost instantly. He’s startled by the sudden sound. Worried that you might’ve seen something you shouldn’t have. You point and he follows. It’s an unfamiliar sight to Taesan. He doesn’t know what he’s looking at nor reading. He squints. A sign that says two words he’s familiar with on their own. Not together.
“Banana pudding?” He questions and you’re turning to look at him with wide eyes. Why are his words in a questioning tone?
“You’ve never heard of it?”
He shakes his head and you blink.
What?
“Not even at a dessert place in the city?” You question. Taesan briefly flinches at the mention. It’s so subtle that you would miss it even if you only blink.
“I haven’t.”
That’s the last thing Taesan says before you’re grabbing his forearm. It’s soft enough to not disrupt the sack of flour in his hold and harsh enough to have a firm grip onto him.
“You’ll try it today. It’s so good. Seriously, you’re missing out.” The words rush out of your mouth. You’re excited to have a portion of your favourite dessert ever and surprised that he’s never heard of it in the first place. When you two arrive, Taesan’s standing in silence as you order. It’s rare to see pop-up stands like these. Especially ones selling your all-time favourite dessert.
You turn, two cups of banana pudding in your hands, and he takes it as a sign to put the flour down. It rests at his feet as he takes a cup into his own hands. Once your hand is free, you’re quick to grab your spoon and take a bite of your portion. It still hits the same as it would in your childhood.
Taesan lifts his spoon, scooping a bit of the pudding. You focus on him, waiting to see the changes in his facial features. You aren’t sure if he has a sweet tooth. Honestly, you should’ve asked before. If he doesn’t like it, it’s not like it would offend you… you’d still be a little disappointed.
He takes his bite in silence. With the way it rests on his tongue, melting in the process, it reminds him of Tiramisu. That’s a dessert he knows about. However, it’s different. It’s less rich in flavour, but more fun. It feels like a burst of colours in a bite. It’s lighter, smoother, and sweet. There’s even a tiny hint of vanilla that appears once in a while.
It reminds him of the town in comparison to the city. It’s ten times better.
He swallows, then bites his lip. “I like it.”
You smile at his words as the boy goes in for another bite. You’re glad he likes it. With the way his eyes sparkle at the sudden burst of flavour and he bites his lip every single time, you can’t take your eyes off of him. He’s nowhere near anything you made him out to be. He’s not full of himself. He’s not ungrateful for things he’s given. He’s not a spoiled brat. He’s none of that. He’s cute.
“I can’t believe you’ve never heard of banana pudding before.” You say, swinging the plastic bag back and forth as the two of you continue your walk home. The cups you ate out of are now lying in a trash can with whatever residue was left behind. It was very tasty.
“Yeah… I wasn’t one to go to dessert places like that.” He informs while readjusting the way the sack of flour rests in his arms. It’s true. Dessert places wasn’t an area you’d find him in. He only ate whatever his parents brought home. That was it. He didn’t go out of his way to try them himself either. Why? Well—It wasn’t really part of the lifestyle he had out there…and it doesn’t really help that he too wasn’t given much privilege to live out of that image freely.
“That’s a shame…” You mumble. “I always wanted to try the dessert places out there.” That’s really the only thing you liked to hear about the city. They had a variety of desserts compared to the ones you grew up with. Of course, someone with a sweet tooth would feel jealousy in a way.
Taesan makes a mental note of everything you say. You like pastries? Okay. Perchance, he could use that as opening to your heart, right?
Right…
THREE — YES, BEING SHIRTLESS!
Obviously not. Taesan has no clue how to bake. He’s done it a few times with pre-made batter, but that was it. It’s not like you could call that baking. It’s bright and early on a new day and Taesan finds himself in his kitchen. Not to make himself breakfast, instead to bake your favourite dessert—banana pudding.
The ingredients sit in front of him on the counter as he stares them down. He believes he has the taste remembered. It can't be that hard. It can’t be and yet he’s struggling. The recipe itself says that it's as easy as reading a book. He can protest against that. It’s nowhere near the level of reading a book.
His struggle only continues to grow as he nears the end of the recipe. He has no clue if he’s doing any of this right. He can only hope that he is. There’s a three day chill time… if he can’t succeed with his own charms within the next few days, hopefully the banana pudding can do it for him.
The boy shakes his head at the memory of his baking attempt. It’s still fresh on his mind even if this happened a few hours ago. Hours before he appeared at your home like always.
He picks up the shovel from the shed and returns to his spot beside you. You’re patting the soil around a new planted seed when he joins your side. He’s been helping you with the garden since he arrived an hour ago, but disappeared to grab something else from the shed. It’s your parents’ fault. Taesan showed up at your home as part of his daily routine, then got winded up into doing tasks with you.
He likes to think that they are playing matchmaker for him. Maybe they support the idea of the two of you ending up together. The idea Taesan yearns to see come true. It’s only been twenty-four hours, but from his constant observation from the past… your distaste for him is slowly going away. Today you didn’t protest against their words. When they told you to let him help with the garden, you didn’t say anything bad.
It was plain and simple. Just a basic ‘okay, come on’. Nothing more and nothing less. Either way, he followed you without any questions in his head.
You’re unaware that he’s back, too busy humming along to whatever song faintly plays in your ears. When he takes a seat beside you, you’re grabbing the bag of soil nearby. The sudden shadow that covers the soil patch causes you to pause. It’s too dark. You can’t see it.
Slowly, you turn your head around, wondering where the sudden darkness came from. Are you afraid? Obviously. It might be Taesan, but the walk to the shed and back shouldn’t be that quick. He’s only been gone for a minute or two. No way he would’ve ran, right?
Wrong.
Taesan’s face appears in a blur as you flinch before your vision is covered by the colour brown, and the bag of soil in your hand lessens in weight. It lessens in weight. Then it’s revealed—a soil-covered Taesan who has his eyes closed and yours are widening.
“Oh my gosh.” You gasp. In haste, you harshly place the sack of soil aside and reach out towards Taesan’s clothes. Using your gloves, you try dusting off the patches of soil hoping that it will lessen the mess, but nothing happens. Instead, it gets worse.
Taesan grips your wrist, halting your movements. He brings your hand to his face and uses your glove to wipe off soil that landed on it. There’s no way you’d save his t-shirt with the enormous amount that landed on him. It’s better to work with what you can and not with what you can’t.
“I’m so sorry,” you apologize. This isn’t the first. There were many as you tried wiping at his shirt and then his face. A smile appears on his lips. He has the audacity to smile in such a state.
“It’s fine, really,” he sighs. “I should’ve made my presence more known.” He stands up, reaching for the hem of his shirt. You lean back, thinking he’s going to shake the soil particles off, but no. Your guess isn’t even close to being right. He’s taking off his shirt. Fully taking off his shirt.
He shakes the piece of clothing, creating a pile of soil underneath, as you look away. There’s a beat—you can’t tell if it’s your heartbeat or a still in the air. Maybe it’s a mix of both?
“You can go clean yourself… I’ll continue here.” You insist.
“Are you sure? I’ll be fine, I don’t need this anyways. It’s hot.”
“I’m sure. Please, borrow a shirt from my dad.” To you, your words are more of a plea than an offering. Taesan looks you up and down, analyzing your state. He purses his lips and turns on his heel. As he walks away he shakes his head, leaving a trail of soil which falls from his hair. God, it was way worse than you thought it was.
You feel terrible.
Taesan runs a hand through his hair as he walks down the hallway of your home—cheeks red. He’s embarrassed and flustered. He acted out of reflex when he took off his shirt. The soil feeling through the thin lining of his top against his skin was unbearable. He couldn’t help it. He screwed up. Most likely, he made you uncomfortable. That’s not what he wanted to do. Hell, that’s the last thing he would ever want to do.
With Taesan gone and the area around you silent, it gives you an opening to think. To overthink. These last two days with Taesan felt different. They were more comforting than you expected. They only made you think: did you truly ever hate Taesan? You never liked him because he was from the city. You never denied that he was attractive. You didn’t like his company only because you thought he was a spoiled stuck-up brat. You never denied that he was helpful to your tasks. Once all your suspicions were refuted, there wasn’t a reason to not like him (in both ways, fortunately).
You let out a harsh sigh, dropping the tools in your hand. They plop against the soil and you’re ripping your gardening gloves off of your hands. They feel suffocating—even worse than the guilt that swallows you whole.
(Literally) within a blink of your eyes, you’re standing in the hallway of your home, a few steps away from the bathroom. Maybe you’re worrying too much about this. Maybe Taesan doesn’t need your help at all. Hell, he’s the one who said he’d be fine either way.
You’re the one who overreacted… too flustered by the sight of his bare skin. The urge to turn back is creeping up your neck the longer you hesitate. You’re unsure. Are you going to regret helping him? Things have already changed between the two of you, the only other option is for things to change even further. Reaching the point of liking one another.
With how much u suppressed such a thought over the last two months, you wouldn’t be shocked to reach that point anytime now. Maybe it was finally time for you to accept the truth.
“(Name)?” Taesan says, closing the bathroom door behind him. You struggle to look up from your soil-covered sneakers, too afraid to face the boy. Taesan ruffles his hair with the small towel in his hold with a puzzled expression on his face.
“What’re you doing? Did you finish planting the seeds?”
“No.” The word leaves your lips in a broken yet stern tone. So much for trying to keep your composure together. There he is effortlessly walking about while your nails dig into the palms of your hands, turning pale in the process.
Your hatred for the boy is returning, well, your so-called hatred.
Taesan raises a brow at your stiffness. “Why are you just standing there? We should get back to work.” He lowers the towel from his hair, his focus now on you.
“(Name)?” He calls as he approaches you, concerned. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m okay!” You blurt out, head shooting up in a hurry. You can feel your face heating up, you really can’t face him anymore. This is bad. You need help—wait, that’s what you came here for in the first place. To help him clean up.
Right.
“Taesan,” you say, followed by the clearing of your throat. He hums in response, still questioning your reactions.
“Do you need help? You look like you could use some. Let me help you dry your hair!” You ramble, rushing over to the boy before he could even get the chance to respond. You’re quick to grab onto the towel in his hand and drag him by the wrist, heading off to a different room within your home.
If you’re not looking at his front then you should be okay. You can’t deny and say that he isn’t attractive. He’s fit and toned. It’s a great balance. The sight of his dampened torso makes you flustered.
You must remain calm.
You gulp while taking a seat on the sofa, ushering him to sit on the spot below. It’s all going according to your plan—the sight of him being turned away, your heartbeat calming down, and nothing to make you feel flustered, right?
Wrong… again.
Unfortunately (but fortunately), his back isn’t any better. The droplets that take their time to fall from his dark strands and make themselves at home on his back leaves you feeling worse than before. In haste, you slam the towel on his head, causing the poor boy to flinch.
“Ow!” He exclaims and whips his head around. “What was that for?”
Your face is hot. Your heart is beating against your chest. It’s the loudest it's ever been. At this rate, you’re not sure if your heart could tell the difference between being chased and presenting in front of a class. Hell, more like standing in front of a shirtless and damp Taesan.
“(Name)?” Taesan says in the same confusing tone as earlier. So much for feeling déjà vu. “If you’re feeling unwell then go rest. I can do this on my own.” He’s adjusting his seating, kneeling as he reaches for the towel on his head.
You lean back at the sudden movements. “No!” You swallow. “I’m okay.”
You’ve been acting weird. This whole time, there wasn’t one moment where he didn’t feel confused by your reactions. He believes the two of you have finally gotten on good terms, but it feels as if it didn’t last long—as if he has done something to bring the two of you back to square one.
There’s a shift in his expression as his features soften. “Did I do something?” Taesan questions, an upsetting tone lingering in his voice.
Yes, being shirtless!
Is what you want to say, but you can’t. Neither do you know why you’re reacting in such a way. As weird as it sounds, you’ve seen many shirtless boys in town. There’s no reason for you to be feeling this with Taesan. It’s not like you at all.
“I’m sorry.” You exhale. “You didn’t do anything, sorry.” You apologize again, removing the towel from his hand softer than before. You motion for him to turn back around and he does just that. Regaining your composure once more, you place the towel on his head and begin your attempt to dry his hair.
All of this is a fluke. Of course, it’s out of character for you to act in such a way, but it’s just a fluke. You don’t like Taesan. You don’t hate him but, you don’t like him—romantically.
That’s that.
And it’ll always be that way.
“There. I’m done.” He stands up while feeling his hair.
“Thanks.” Taesan says with a slight smile.
“About the gardening, I can finish it up.” You need something to clear your mind with anyway. This will be enough of a distraction.
“I can help—”
“No!” You blurt. “I mean, it’s okay. There’s not much left… I can manage it.” You give him an awkward but convincing smile.
“Take the rest of the day off. My parents might need help with dinner later anyway.”
He hesitates but nods. Maybe you’ll really be okay on your own. You have more experience than he does anyway, if he continues to help he’ll probably get in your way. Thank God he agreed. You don’t know how you would’ve survived if that incident happened again. Taesan walks out of the living room as you turn away from his back. You can’t bear to see it again.
Hopefully he puts on a shirt soon.
FOUR — NEVER, NEVER, NEVER!
You lied. Forget everything you said about never liking Taesan romantically. Today has to be the weirdest day of them all. Honestly, these last few days were weird.
The whole shirtless incident, him giving you homemade banana pudding the day after (you felt flustered all over again), and right now. Dinner around the campfire with your parents… and Taesan.
“So?” Your father asks, waiting for your answer to his question from earlier. He wasted no time asking such a question the moment Taesan left for a brief second. All he did was leave to rinse his mug that fell on the sandy spot in front of his seat. There’s no saying he wouldn’t be back in less than twenty seconds.
It’s been five seconds of silence. The question your dad asked still remains unanswered. “I don’t get what you’re trying to say…” You say as an excuse. You know exactly what he was hinting at saying ‘what about Taesan’. He’s always been the one to ask about your love life.
“Have you ever thought about dating him?”
Taesan pauses, his foot almost colliding with a rock. His heart sinks. His stomach flips after overhearing the confession. It’s your dad’s voice, he knows that it is after spending so much time with the said man. But who is ‘him’?
“No, I haven’t.” You reply.
Taesan swallows hard. The reason why you’ve never batted an eye the same way he did with you has to be because of this. There’s definitely another boy that you like and it’s not him. After all his attempts in making you view him the same way and never knowing if they worked or not, it’s clear that they didn’t.
Not if your eyes were still on another boy in town.
“If I’m being honest, I feel flustered around him. It’s weird. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before despite being around so many different boys my age growing up.” You explain, taking a sip of your beverage. “It’s not like me at all...”
What a lucky guy he must be. He’s able to make your heart skip a beat unlike Taesan. Hell, he probably does it effortlessly too.
Unlike Taesan.
He’s tired with an aching heart.
He doesn’t wanna hear anything else you have to say. This is enough for him to understand that he has never been an option in your eyes. He wants to walk away with his heart dragging behind him. He’s never felt this heartbroken before.
He was so used to the many eyes that darted his way as he walked down his local streets in the city. The constant people who came up to him, asking for his socials or phone number. That (unfortunately) was his lifestyle. He grew up to fit such social and beauty standards living in the city.
The moment his family decided to move to a small town his life didn’t change slightly. It was completely different with no similarities.
He felt misplaced and like the odd one out. In the city, there’s a ton of people. It’s easy to blend in and hard to stick out unless you draw attention easily—for example, Taesan and his friends. In the small town, there’s nothing to blend into. He sticks out like a sore thumb. His flashy outfits, his way of speaking, and meals that he enjoys to eat or has knowledge of.
There’s too many differences and he hated it when he first arrived. Always waking up and believing that he would never fit in nor would he ever feel like himself again.
Luckily, that changed after he met you.
You helped him get familiar with the small town life. You’re the only one he’s ever felt so connected to within a small span of knowing each other. He even managed to fall for you quite fast too.
It’s not fair.
He bites down on his bottom lip, as jealousy settles within him. He’s ready to wreck the conversation with his ‘sudden’ appearance. He’s been gone longer than he intended to be.
“Taesan.” You pause and he pauses too. He’s frozen in his tracks at the sound of his name. Were you able to see him this whole time? Has he been caught eavesdropping? That can’t be the case. He’s hidden quite well behind the pillar near your back door.
“I like him.” Your words catch the boy off guard. It’s almost as if you’re talking to him without him even being there. There’s no way you’re talking about him.
“I like Taesan.” You say again, making things clearer for your parents who sit near you.
Taesan feels his legs go weak. Too weak to the point where he stumbles and falls down onto his knees. The rustling against the rocky sandy path sounds, making your head whip over. It’s probably another crow, a fox, or a rabbit making its way to gnaw away at the field of crops.
You stand up in a hurry, rushing over to the spot where the sound came from. You won’t let them get away this easily. You’re tired of waking up to the sight of your half-eaten and wrecked crops. Despite your passion to catch the crop-eating culprit, you aren’t met with the sight you expected. Instead, it’s a dazed Taesan on his knees and his freshly washed mug all dirty again.
“Taesan,” you breathe, still in shock. With the sight of his current state, there’s no way he didn’t overhear everything you said. You knew it. Washing a mug and returning doesn’t take longer than thirty seconds.
You wanted to convince yourself that maybe he stopped to use the bathroom or grab something extra for the rest of the family. Anything to possibly buy you more time like he knew something like this would happen.
Possibly even stall his return.
Embarrassed, you run past him and head back into the house. The sound of your footsteps against the gravel is only continuously eating you alive. You hated Taesan. You’re sure that you made it obvious too. It’s embarrassing to admit that you now like him. It’s even more embarrassing to admit that with him listening in on everything.
You’re never living this down. You’re never leaving your room. You’re never facing Taesan ever again.
Never.
Not after that.
Never, never, never!
“What just happened?” Your father asks, looking at your mother and she shrugs.
“He must’ve overheard everything she said and now she’s embarrassed.” She sighs.
It’s a canon event.
Taesan’s footsteps are heard shortly after their conversation. After regaining strength in his legs, he leaves the mug behind before taking off to follow behind you. He knows he’s too late with the way you’re nowhere to be found in the trail he goes down. There’s only one possible place you’d be.
Your room.
It’s not the first time he’s seen you go there. In the earlier stages of meeting you and the two of you would get off on the wrong foot, you would escape to your room and slam your door in the process. You’d go there when you were annoyed, upset, and well, embarrassed.
The moment he arrives (after almost tripping up the stairs), he knocks. There's silence. He knocks again. Still silent. You don’t want to open the door. You know it’s him. He’s the last person you’d like to face right now, especially with your pounding heart.
“(Name).”
“Don’t call my name.” You reply from the other side of the closed door.
Are you that mad that he was eavesdropping? It was honestly an accident.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to eavesdrop on your conversation.” He apologizes.
“Please open the door. I have something I want to ask.” Taesan wonders if everything you said is true. All the days he spent struggling with his feelings and the many moments of thinking of ways to make you feel the same.
Have they really all paid off?
“Listen, I’ll be honest with you. I’ve liked you for two months now, almost three with the way summer break is about to end.” Taesan begins. “The city was filled to the brim with people. Everywhere I went I had to make sure I looked the best. I had to make sure I walked correctly. There were too many things I had to be conscious about to the point where walking around in public felt like I was walking on literal eggshells. If you were anywhere near ordinary or weird, you were easily singled out and judged. All eyes were on you. It was terrible.”
“I hated it. I hated it so much. I even hated the thought of moving to a small town the moment my parents brought it up. I thought it would be worse. There’s not that many people around, so I thought it would make me stand out even more. Obviously, I still felt that way when I first moved here. I even had thoughts of where I missed the city more than ever.”
He lets out a shaky breath from being reminded of the first few nights here.
“Then I met you, and everything felt fine. Your family was so welcoming I actually looked forward to waking up every morning and spending the day here. It was definitely the first time I went to sleep without having such drowning thoughts.”
“I’ve always wanted to thank you for that. So I tried to spend more time with you until the time was right. You constantly shut me out, yet I never walked away. It made me want to be around you even more—to get you to be fond of me so that I can say thank you without it going unappreciated. Then soon enough, I realized I started to like you.”
Taesan remembers the day clearly. It was the time he looked into a nearby mirror to fix his hair after spending a day around you. That’s when he saw it. The faint red on his cheeks. At first, he believed it was because of the hot weather. Then he found out that wasn’t the case. It continued to occur even if the two of you were in a cool area. His heartbeat even started to increase when the two of you were too close.
The moment he couldn’t make up any other excuses for himself to believe, it was obvious he liked you. So then, he accepted the truth, and now here he is confessing his feelings to you behind the closed door of your room. That’s definitely not the way he expected things to happen.
“(Name)—”
“I said don’t call my name.” You open the door with your face hotter than ever. This time, you’re completely sure he can see everything, your reddening ears and face, the way your breathing is faster than normal, the movement of your chest as your heart rams against it.
Everything.
You give up trying to hide it in front of him.
He looks you up and down. You are already embarrassed enough. Him looking you up and down isn’t making you feel any better.
“What did you want to ask?” You question, hoping that will make him stop his gazing, to your surprise, it does.
“Oh—right.” He mumbles, fixing himself straight. “Was everything you said back there true?”
There’s a brief pause between his question and your answer, but you still give him a nod. The answer he’s been waiting for all along. The tense feeling Taesan felt earlier washes away in a hurry. He feels relieved—at ease.
“I do like you. Although I only came to terms with it recently, I’m still sure of it.”
Silence.
You’re embarrassed. Honestly, you never stopped being embarrassed, if anything, the feeling only intensified. You’re avoiding eye contact with him and he notices it. Of course he does, his senses are on a high right now.
He hooks his finger under your chin, redirecting your gaze onto him. “You shouldn’t look away during such a time. I’d think you’re lying if you do that.” Taesan explains.
He’s not wrong. It’s part of the studied body language when someone lies.
Despite that, the whole finger under your chin was not necessary! He’s definitely doing this to see you flustered.
Lucky him, it’s working.
“I’m not lying.” You reply, locking eyes with him.
He sighs, hand dropping to his side as he falls forward, landing his head in the crook of your neck. You catch a glimpse of the red on the tips of his ears. That surely affected him more than it affected you.
“Cute.” You whispered.
FIVE — DEATH OF HIM
It’s been around a week since the whole confession. Taesan has asked for you to be his girlfriend, leaving your parents livid. Almost as if they’ve been waiting for this moment since they first saw him. Spoiler alert—they have.
The boy you previously disliked is nowhere like the ones from the movies. He’s humble and kind, not spoiled or snobby.
He’s perfect in your eyes.
After being in this town for a while now, he’s definitely learned the ropes. He’s good at many things: cooking, cleaning weeds out of the garden, purchasing certain items, and even tending to the yards of the townspeople. He’s able to do a lot of things, such as making your heart flutter, making sure that you’re always okay, and giving you leg-weakening kisses.
Taesan backs away with dazed eyes as he catches his breath. He’s been eyeing you for the whole morning, including the walk to the grocery store, unloading the items into their correct spots at home, even on the way to your bedroom. In the end, he obviously got what he wanted—a kiss.
Which happened to lead into something more.
He smiles while gazing down at you. You’re sprawled out on your bed beneath him, chest moving up and down from the way your breathing quickens.
“Are you okay?” He questions before the two of you continue. You nod, not able to catch your breath in time to formulate any words. The moment his smile falters he’s already leaning in to kiss you again. Your eyes closed, waiting for the touch of his lips on yours, but it never comes. Instead, you’re surprised by the sudden warmth against your neck.
Your breath hitches and your back slightly arches off the soft surface of your bed. It tickles, however, you don’t push him off like you usually would if something tickled. Taesan takes your hands into his own as the traces of kisses continue up your neck, pausing once he nears your lips. You can feel the tip of his nose on your cheek.
The way his small breaths tickle from the short laugh he lets out.
He’s teasing you.
Luckily, it isn’t long before he’s kissing you again. You can feel him smiling through it all, as if he’s enjoying the effect he has on you. You squirm underneath him in an attempt to gain his attention.
“Take—” You breathe. “Take this off.”
You’re tugging at his shirt as his brows raise. He’s surprised. The last time he had his shirt off around you, you seemed like you didn’t even want to see him shirtless ever again. The constant tugging brings him back to reality. You’re looking at him through hooded eyes. He can’t go against your request if you look at him like that.
He pulls his shirt off over his head in haste, then crashes his lips back into yours. There was no pause in between—no time wasted. With the way your hands began running down his back, he knew it was over for him.
As long as the two of you are together, you’ll definitely be the death of him.
✧₊⁺ sypnosis: clothes lie in piles across the floor, shoes abandoned exactly where they slipped off, and a warm, lingering trace of last night’s love hangs in the air. you and taesan share slow kisses, teasing smiles, brushes of fingertips, and the kind of intimacy that belongs only to your first morning as husband and wife.
✧₊⁺ waking up married, suggestive, pet names, talks about having kids, reader calls taesan dongmin, taesan's a tease (as usual), but so in love.
the shared bedroom is beautifully messy. your wedding dress pools on the floor near the bed, taesan's blouse laying beside it, heels and slacks scattered across the hardwood, his tie draped over the chair, your accessories aimlessly placed on the vanity. white and pink flowers on the dresser are already wilting, yet their scent still lingers throughout the room.
you lie still in the rumpled sheets, watching him. taesan sleeps on his stomach, one arm slung across your waist, dark hair falling over his forehead. the blanket has slipped low on his back, and you can see the faint marks scattered along his skin. your own body carries its matching evidence: soft marks blooming beneath your collarbone, trailing down your neck and across your chest, a few more scattered along your stomach and inner thighs. beautiful proof of a night that was entirely his.
you should look away. you don't.
something in your chest squeezes itself with how much you love taesan. how impossible it feels that this beautiful, ridiculous man is yours now. officially, forever, with rings and vows to prove it.
taesan stirs. one eye cracks open, catches you staring, and the corner of his mouth curls before he's even fully awake.
"are you gonna kiss me," he mumbles, voice thick with sleep, "or just stare at me like a creep all morning?"
"i was admiring my husband," you say, testing the word out loud.
"husband." he turns to his side, propping his head on his hand, way too smug for someone who looks like he just crawled out of a tornado. " i like that." his eyes drop, tracing the marks on your collarbone with pride. "looks like i left my mark. several, actually."
"you're insufferable."
"tolerable." he leans in, breath warm against your jaw. "come here."
you don't need to be told twice.
taesan’s mouth finds yours, slow at first, but it doesn't stay lazy for long. his hand slides up to cup your jaw, fingers kneading into your hair. you melt into him the way you always do and never resist it. he pulls back just enough to smile against your lips, you can feel the grin spreading across his face, like he still can't quite believe his luck.
"mrs. han," he whispers, holding your hand to his while admiring the rings that bind your love together.
you smile, soft and dazed. "hm, mrs. han."
"i could get used to that," he says, and there's something so tender in his voice, so full of wonder, that it makes your chest ache.
taesan kisses you again, deeper this time, one hand trailing down your side like he's mapping something he already knows by heart but wants to memorize anyway. his lips continue to leave open mouthed kisses down your jaw and toward your collarbone, teeth graze gently over sensitive skin, enough to pull a gasp from you.
"dongmin."
"mm darling?"
"you're doing that thing again."
he chuckles against your skin, the sound buzzing through you. "what thing? you're gonna have to be more specific, because i'm doing a lot of things right now, and i’m pretty happy about all of them."
"you know exactly what i mean."
"oh, that thing." he grins against your collarbone, completely defiant. "can you blame me?"
"you couldn't even hold my hand without hesitating for the first three weeks we dated."
that gets him to lift his head, feeling offense, though the blush creeping up his neck betrays him instantly. "okay, but i did eventually hold your hand. that took courage."
"you were terrified, but it was cute."
"i was seventeen, and you were the prettiest girl in school. forgive me for having a heart attack every time you looked at me."
you reach up, brushing his hair back from his forehead, tenderness spilling in your chest at the memory. the boy who used to fumble over his words, who once handed you a mixtape of songs he wrote, and then sprinted away before you could even open it, who finally confessed his feelings in a voice barely audible as he told you he'd been in love with you for months.
"you used to blush so much when i looked at you," you murmur.
"i still do," he says, quieter and more honest. "you just don't notice because i've gotten better at hiding it."
"you're not hiding it right now."
"that's because right now," he says, dipping his head to press one more kiss beneath your ear, voice dropping into something thicker, huskier, "i have other priorities than hiding how much i want you."
you roll your eyes at his remark. "we are having a conversation."
"we can multitask." he muffled, face still tucked into yours.
"dongminnn.”
he pulls back just enough to meet your eyes, a soft smile playing at his lips as his thumb traces lazy circles against your hip. "look at me now, though," he murmurs, warm with affection. "completely shameless."
"a total disaster," you say, but you're smiling, reaching up to cup his face.
"and somehow, i still got you to marry me."
"miracles do happen."
"speaking of miracles," he says, and you can already hear the shift in his tone, the teasing tone returning, "your mom cornered me at the reception last night."
you groan, dropping your face into his chest. "oh no."
"oh yes." he's grinning now, clearly delighted by your suffering. "she looked me dead in the eye, held both my hands, and said, 'so, when am i getting grandchildren?'"
"she did not."
"she absolutely did."
"i can't believe she just—"
"don't worry," he counters, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from your face. "i told her we'd get there eventually. she just has to be patient." he pauses, a smirk you know too well forming across his lips. "though i wouldn't mind practicing. you know, for when we're ready."
you laugh, pushing his chest away. "this is what i get for marrying you."
"exactly," he murmurs, amusement warm in his voice. "but i know. no rush. we have all the time in the world."
"not yet." you soften, reaching up to trace his jawline with your fingertips. "but someday. someday soon, i want that with you. a little version of us with that perfect smile of yours."
he catches your hand, pressing a kiss to your palm. warm, certain, and full of promise. "someday soon," he echoes softly. "i can't wait for that. for all of it. with you."
he pulls you impossibly closer, one hand sliding down to your back, drawing you against him like he can't even handle an inch of space between you. his other hand finds your hair, fingers combing through gently as he settles you into him.
“i love you.”
“i love you too.”
for a moment you just breathe together, wrapped up in bed, quiet laughter, and the soft rise of an early morning. his thumb tracing idle patterns against your waist and your fingers resting loosely over his heartbeat.
love, ddokyul
𑣲 𝄞 kian’s note: first bnd fic! idk how i feel about this one but very cutesy
in which... you sneak off to get some relief after your crush leaves you all hot and bothered. too bad that sad crush hears you moaning out his name.
(wc 3270) ─── crush!leehan x female!reader ✿ friends to lovers slight fluff reader is a little dramatic and cries warnings. . . explicit content ✿ dom!leehan sub!reader oral nipple play spanking dirty talk unprotected sex
you often regretted the day that your roommate introduced you to her friend group. they were all great, and you fit in perfectly. there was only one issue. you had the biggest crush on one of them- leehan.
it was all your fault really. you had no one to blame but yourself, but you couldn't help it. his soft eyes were so enchanting. you could stare into them for hours, and you have as you listened to him rant about a subject that you could honestly care less about. you also found yourself staring at his lips, watching the shapes he makes when he's not paying attention to you, wishing to know what they felt like against yours.
and god, his voice. you were pretty sure he could read you the encyclopedia, and you would be entertained. it was just so soothing, always calming you down. one time when you drank too much, you told him that. he didn't tease you for it which shocked you. instead, he told you to call him whenever you wanted to hear him, so now when you can't sleep, you call him. he'll talk to you about anything until he hears the soft breaths signaling that you fell asleep.
you knew you were down bad for him when he brought you with him to get another fish, and he told you which one would be perfect for you. so of course you got it, and now you have a fish named yin to match his new fish that he named yang. he helps you take care of it, often coming over to make sure you're following his directions.
your roommate teases you endlessly for you very obvious crush. she even brought leehan's friend, jaehyun into your teasing. they tried endlessly to get you to confess to him because you would be waiting forever for leehan to confess (jaehyun's words), but you always refused. you valued his friendship way too much to confess when you're not even sure he felt the same way. they were certain he did, but you still wouldn't do it.
lately, he's been leaving you hot and bothered. it didn't help that it's summer, so he's been walking around in tank tops and showing off his arms. today wasn't any different. all of you were at jaehyun's house playing a game, and the loser had to jump into the pool. leehan lost and didn't even take any of his clothes off before he cannonballed into the pool.
you felt nauseous as got out of the pool. his hair slicked back and showing off his forehead. his clothes were sticking to his body, and you swore you could see ab lines from where his shirt was clinging to his stomach. you felt like you couldn't take it anymore. so when he went upstairs to change, you told everyone you weren't feeling good before leaving. you played it off pretty good because none of them teased you like they normally did. your roommate even offered to go with you, but you refused.
that leaves you where you were now, softly moaning leehan's name as your vibrator ran across your clit. you imagined it was him laying on top of you, mouth running across your body while he held the vibrator to you, whispering everything he was going to do to you. your eyes shut in pleasure, back arching when you press the vibrator harder. right as you felt yourself getting close, you heard someone knock on your door, nearly making you jump out of your skin.
"yn." you heard your name being called from the other side of the door, and you nearly scream when you recognize the voice as leehan's. "are you in there?"
"just a sec!" you quickly shut off the vibrator before throwing it in your drawer. you fix your shorts before getting up. you run your hands down your shirt as you open the door. leehan was standing there with a concerned look on his face. you move back and let him in before shutting the door. "what are you doing here?"
"jaehyun said you weren't feeling good, so i wanted to come and check on you."
thankfully leehan wasn't looking at you, so he couldn't see your face. he did his usual, going to check on your fish before laying down across the end of your bed. you join him, leaning on the head rest as you cross your legs.
"you didn't have to do that. i think i just got overheated."
leehan looked over to you, slowly examining you to make sure you weren't lying. "so you're feeling better now?"
you wanted to say no. if he would've came five minutes later after you had gotten yourself off, you would've been fine. but now here you were, sexually frustrated with the one who is causing it laying right in front of you.
"yep. feeling much better." leehan hummed at your answer.
"then why did it take you so long to open the door?" you had to stop your eyes from widening at his question. you motioned to the bathroom that was connected to your room.
"i was in the bathroom."
"you didn't sound like you were in the bathroom."
you force out a laugh at him as you try not to freak out. "what are you? an interrogator?"
"no." he answered. "i just want to know why it took you so long to open the door."
"i just told you. i was in the bathroom."
"no you weren't." leehan argued with you. you shift under his gaze but was determined not to break like you normally did.
"is the heat getting to you too?" you ask. "because i'm pretty sure i was in the bathroom. i would know."
leehan clicked his tongue like he was scolding you. "you're lying to me."
"no i'm not."
"yes you are."
"what makes you think i'm lying to you?" you ask, getting fed up with him. he rolled over on his side, smirking at you and catching you off guard.
"i was standing at your door long before i decided to knock."
you felt your mouth dry up as you blink at him. he heard you. your friend heard you moaning his name while you pleasured yourself. you felt like you wanted to cry, especially since you couldn't tell how he was feeling. your mind told you he was teasing you due to the smirk on his face that still hasn't left.
you quickly untangle your legs before making a break for the bathroom. he tried to grab you, but you were too fast, closing and locking the door before he could get to you. you felt tears hit your cheeks as your back slides down the wall.
leehan knocked on the door. "yn, open the door."
"no." you willed your voice to come out strong, but it shook at the end. you knew leehan could tell you were crying be he cursed when he heard you.
"please open the door."
"please leave." you beg.
"i'm not leaving, yn." you heard leehan sigh. you could hear him shift like he was sitting down in front of the door. "i'm not leaving until we talk about this."
you kept quiet, not wanting to respond. you knew he wouldn't leave. he was too stubborn. once he said he was doing something, no one could stop him from it. "how long were you standing there?"
"long enough." he answered.
"can you just reject me and leave?"
"why would i reject you?" you scoff at his question.
"oh please. you were on the verge of laughing."
"i wasn't going to laugh." he replied softly. you shook your head, not believing him.
"then why were you smiling like that?"
"because i was thinking about how good you sounded while moaning my name." you nearly choke at his answer. "i had imaging how you sounded for months, and somehow you sounded so much better than anything i could've imagined. and its driving me crazy that you're locked behind this door, and i can't touch you."
you were stunned by his answer. you could hear the desperation in his voice towards the end. you quietly stood up before moving towards the door. "you- you like me back?"
you hear him shuffle as he quickly stood up once he heard how close you were to the door. "how could i not? you're like the most perfect person i've ever met."
you wipe your face, getting rid of the dried tears before you unlock the door. you didn't even get a chance to open it before leehan barged into your bathroom. you barely had a chance to look at him when his hands gripped your cheeks, pulling your lips to his. you gasped at the actions before kissing him back.
he kissed you deeply, hands roaming your body like he was trying to memorize everything about you. your back hit the counter when he backed you up. he easily lifted you up, sitting you on the counter as his tongue slipped into your mouth, exploring every inch of you.
you felt your head spin, and you tried to pull away, but he wouldn't let you. he chased after your lips, molding them to yours as he pulled you closer to him. his grip was tight on your legs, tight enough to leave bruises as he wrapped them around his waist. his erection was poking through his shorts, brushing against your heat and causing you to moan into his mouth at the friction.
"you drive me insane." his voice deep with lust. he moved his head, sucking and biting at every inch of your exposed neck, making you squirm in his hold. "it took everything in me not to barge in and fuck you when you said my name. you would've like that though, wouldn't you baby?" you nod desperately, too far gone to speak sentences. "is that what you want? for me to fill this pussy up the way she deserves?"
"leehan." you whimper, voice cracking with need as you cling to him. he bites your neck harder when his name leaves your lips. you hands grip the counter as you roll your hips against his, moaning again when his hips desperately bucked into yours.
his hands cup your ass, squeezing tightly as he pulls you flush against him before picking you up. "you're already a mess, and i've barely touched you. i can practically feel how soaked you are through your clothes, my desperate girl."
your back hit the soft mattress before leehan kneeled over you. his hands gripped your knees before prying your legs apart, exposing your core to him. one of his hands left your knee before his fingers ran over your shorts. you choke out a moan, lifting your hips at the contact. you hear him darkly chuckle at your desperation. "how bad do you want it, baby?"
"so bad- please." his hand leaves your core, running across your hip, leaving you whining at the loss of contact. his hand roughly kneed the smooth flesh of your thigh before slapping it, causing you to jump while desperately moaning his name again.
"i don't think you want it that bad. why would you run away if you wanted this?"
you shake your head at his words. "i want it- want you. i'm sorry for running. i didn't mean to. please, leehan."
leehan stops your pleas with his mouth, tongue coaxing yours, causing your hips to rut against his. he bites your lip at the action, holding your hips down before sliding his hand into the front of your shorts. you stutter against his lips as his fingers teasingly slide down your dripping cunt. "you're fucking dripping. all for me baby, right?" you nod your head, eyes rolling in the back of your head when his thumb finds your throbbing clit. "and to think you thought a vibrator would be better than me." you almost scream when his hand pinches your clit. "tell me. can your vibrator do this?"
you thrust into his hand, broken moans leaving your lips when he thrust two fingers into you. he doesn't give you any time to adjust, leaving you squeezing around his fingers as continued to shove his fingers deep inside of you. the wet sounds of your cunt along with your moans and whimpers brought a smile to leehan's face. "answer me, or i'm going to stop."
"p-please don't stop." you cry out. "it doesn't. n-nothing has felt even a fraction as good as you."
he rewards you, curling his fingers, hitting that spot that has you squeezing so tightly around him, he could barely move. tears prick your eyes, hips moving against his hand as he leans down. his lips brush yours, drowning your sounds with his lips. "why don't you be my good girl and take your shirt off, so i can see these pretty tits?"
his fingers don't stop moving at all, leaving you to try to sit up with shaky arms. your hands barely work which leaves leehan chuckling, before you pull the shirt over your head. you throw it before unhooking your bra, letting it slide down your arms before throwing it as well. leehan pushes you down, lips instantly finding your hardened nipple. your back arches into his mouth, whimpering when he bites the sensitive bud.
he marks every inch of your chest, leaving it glistening with his spit and bruises, making him groan against your lips at the sight of your trembling body. his name barely leaves your lips, legs tightening around his waist when your stomach clenches so hard it hurts.
"cum for me." he demands, hand finding your sore nipple before pinching it, causing you to cry out. "cum all over my fingers. make a mess."
you scream out his name as your orgasm ripped through your body. it left you shaking, clenching around his fingers that have yet to cease moving. he took his other hand, pulling your shorts down your legs, leaving him completely exposed to him. he stands by the edge of the bed, lustful eyes scanning over every inch of you. you tried to pull away from his hand that was still buried inside of you, causing him to slap your ass in warning.
"stop running from me." he growled, ripping his hand out of your cunt, leaving you moaning for more. he gripped your thighs, pulling you towards him. "roll over."
you did as he said, rolling over to your stomach and letting leehan position you the way he wanted you. your ass was in the air, leaving your face pressed into the mattress, back arched for him that nearly had him moaning your name. he rips off his shirt in one clean motion before kneeling down, lining his face up with your cunt. his hand held your folds open while he darted his tongue out, brushing over your puffy clit with a groan of how you sweet tasted.
he started out slow, tongue moving slowly as he circled your clit teasingly, smiling when he hears you moaning for more. "patience, baby. i'm just getting started." he presses a little harder, flicking his tongue over your clit before sucking the swollen bud, leaving you moaning his name clenching around nothing. "do you feel that? how much this pussy is begging for me? should i give her what she wants, baby?"
"yes. please, leehan." you voice full of need that leaves leehan straining in his pants. "i need you, so bad. please fuck me."
leehan groans at your words, shedding his shorts as he stands up. his dick hits your clit, making you moan at the feeling. you could feel him pulsing as he slowly ran his dick through your dripping folds, coating him in your slick. he soon got sick of the teasing, the two of you moaning out in unison as he slides into you in one slick thrust. he groans when he feels you clench around him at the stretch.
his warm breath was hot against your neck as he leaned over you, pressing his lips to your spine. "do you feel how well your pussy takes me? like you were fucking made for me?"
you can't do anything but moan at his words, lost as he completely fills you with his cock. he start out slow, tortuously slow, letting you feel every inch of him against your walls as he almost completely pulls back before thrusting back inside of you. his hands dig into your hips, nails leaving crescent shaped marks as he held you in place.
your eyes clench shut, tears pooling in the corners as he speeds up, slamming into you. your knuckles turn white from how hard your gripping the sheets. the only thing leaving your mouth was his name. "that's right, baby. let me hear you scream out my name. let every know who's fucking you stupid."
you cry out his name, eyes rolling back when his hands push on your stomach bulge. your back arches more with his touch, leaving your back the perfect canvas for leehan's lips. he leaves your entire back covered in bruises as he continues to slam into you, loving that you turned into a sobbing mess beneath him.
"my good girl." you cry when his hand threaded itself into your hair, yanking you up with a sharp tug, groaning when he feels you squeeze his dick. "you're just mine to ruin, aren't you?"
he could tell you were already there, tears running down your cheeks as you begged him. "leehan, please. i- i need you."
"you have me baby." he coos, tongue trailing along your cheek, catching the salty tears with a groan. "do you want more? are you going to let me fill this pussy, so she knows who she belongs to?"
"please."
he lets your hair go, your face pressing into the mattress as he picks up his speed. he groans when you squeeze around him, stomach coiling tightly, signaling your climax. his hand moved around you, mercilessly rubbing your clit. you see stars, clenching your eyes so tightly as you cum. leehan groans at the feeling of you, thrusting into you a few more times before he fills you with his release.
the two of you stay in that position as you come down from your highs. leehan leans over you, pressing sweet kisses to your spine which was a complete contrast to how he just was. his hands run soothing circles on your hips as he pulls out of you. you hiss at the loss of contact, letting leehan roll you over on your back before covering you with his body.
"you did so good, my sweet girl." you smile at the compliment, grabbing his face before kissing him which he responds to instantly. he runs his hands all over your body, massaging the tender areas, leaving you moaning into his mouth.
"we picked the worst time of the year to get together. we're all sweaty." you complain as you pull away. you were right- the both of you were covered in sweat. leehan's hair was damp and sticking to his forehead, and you could feel yours clinging to your neck.
leehan laughs against your lips before kissing you again. "it's not all bad."
"why's that?"
leehan wraps you around his body once again, making you gasp as he stands up. he laughs, kissing your cheek as he carries you back to where everything started.
"because now i get to clean you up before doing it all over again."
notes... request! this was not supposed to be this long lol. i blame my period for this...
