CATEGORY. one shot social media au, exes to ???, ex-boyfriend!jaemin
WARNINGS. language, kinda suggestive?
SYNOPSIS. yes, you know that he’s your ex, but can’t two people reconnect?
NOTE. pls i did this on a whim bc ive had this song on repeat since i woke up this morning HAHAHAHA it’s been a while since i made a short smau here so… hope u enjoyed<3 (no part 2!!)
check the rest of the series: chan | minho | changbin | hyunjin | jisung | felix | seungmin | jeongin
when you gently brushed the hair out of his face and played with his hair when he wasn’t feeling the best. he was lying down on your lap and was attempting to take a nap, but he felt your soft hands on his face. he felt too aware of your skin. it was a weird feeling at first until he noticed you were brushing the hair on his scalp at a consistently soft and calming pace the whole time. before he closed his eyes once again, he glanced at your delicate face, watching the tv series you were very interested in, and felt a big rush of this intense feeling in his chest. he somehow felt way better, and it was all because of you and your endearing unconscious movements. you effortlessly made him look at you for several minutes, eyes filled with appreciation and emotion, until your soothing play with his hair lulled him to sleep.
when you held onto his hand tightly when you went on your first date as a couple. there wasn’t anything special on your first date. it was very casual, and nothing else. but his senses overwhelmed him when he felt your hand holding onto his tightly. it wasn’t a tight squeeze; you were really holding onto him tightly on your whole walk. when he noticed you walking slightly faster than him, already a little ahead of him but still holding onto him, he wasn’t able to help but feel his heart warmer than before. you never let go of him, and that made him look at your figure and your hands intertwined so many times back and forth. before you even let go of his hands at the end of the date, he held onto your hands tightly, absentmindedly smiling and looking at your hands. he just wanted to hold you forever, and he wanted to do everything to see his hand on yours.
when you did what you love. when you were working on something you were passionate about, he lovingly looked at you and already felt content with how happy and beautiful you were when you were doing something fulfilling for your heart. he grew a bigger smile and stared at you longer when you unconsciously smiled while you work on whatever you were doing. he wanted to pat your head because you worked so hard, but he stayed at the corner of the room, and looked at how devoted you were to your work. he didn’t plan to sit right next to you. you might’ve gotten distracted by his face looking at you the whole time. he let you do your thing, and he did his own thing (looked at you as if you’ll possibly disappear in front of him any time). he finally understood why you love watching him work on music because of what was in front of him.
when you held onto his arms tightly when you were trying to sleep through the storm. it was hard for you to sleep. the rain itself was harsh; the thunderstorms scared you every few minutes, and it was too dark outside. you badly wanted to sleep, but you kinda gave up at some point. so what you did to pass the time was staring at the dark and snug to jisung. there was a point when you were grabbing his arm and wrapping your own arms around it. you treated it like a pillow. you thought he was asleep and guess what? he wasn’t, it was not that obvious because of the dark. when the sky calmed down two hours after and finally put the land to rest, jisung saw you, finally asleep, with your arms still wrapped around his. you looked so peaceful. he wanted to look at your resting state for eternity. there was a part in him that asked the world to slow down just for you so you can have all the time to unwind more. he looked at you and let his mind run free on how you needed an everyday rest as good as this so badly (and how adorable you looked, he might need to stand in as your bolster every day from then on).
when you peppered him with so many kisses last time. you confessed that you love him so much for the first time in a while, and it made him melt. you made him melt. he never forgot how much love he receives from you. he assumed that it was that time in the year when you randomly feel so overwhelmed and filled with love that you had to release all of it to him. he understood, you really do that once in a while. but even if you kissed his face so many times before, it felt so new every time. while you were showering him with your soft kisses, he was looking at you and your every move and mentally guessed which part of his face will be touched by your lips next. that’s why he peppered you with so many kisses in return, too, after he felt the same—that sudden rush in his heart on how much he loves you and how he would do everything to give you the world. he started and ended the fun with those loving eyes of his. the whole time, you felt his eyes looking back at you with so much comfort. there was something with the several times he stared at you in between the kisses he gave you. he loves you so much that he will never get tired of looking at you and kissing you.
CONTAINS: non-idol au, established relationship, plus-sized reader
CONTENT WARNINGS: multiple mentions of weight, talks about body insecurities, struggles with food (skipping meals)— all of which can be triggering to some readers! Reader's discretion is advised. (let me know if ever i missed something!)
SYNOPSIS: Minho finds out that you throw away the meals that he prepares for you when you go to work. Hurt, he confronts you about it, making you come clean to him and finally tell him the reason why.
WORD COUNT: 1.9k words
The moment you stepped into your shared apartment, the smell of food stops you in your tracks. Minho is cooking dinner again, just like what he always does, and god were you starving.
"Y/n, is that you?" you hear your boyfriend call you from the kitchen, making you snap out from your thoughts and finally remove your coat to hang it on the coat rack. "Yep, it's me!"
At the sound of your voice, you hear the pitter-patter of feet scurrying against the wooden floors. The trio of cats came to greet you, rubbing themselves against your legs. "Hello, kitties," you said as you bent down, petting each and every one of them before heading to the kitchen to where your boyfriend was. He was cooking one of your favorite meals, and the smell was already making your mouth water.
"Hi, Min." You greet him from behind, your arms coming up to wrap around his torso. "Mm, hi." He simply greets you and acknowledges your presence by placing his hand on top of yours briefly before continuing to cook, but even so, something feels off, his coldness sloppily masked with the physical affection he just gave you. "You okay?" You ask him, raising your head to move beside him, looking at his face with worry.
He doesn't usually greet you so coldly like this, making you feel concerned that something was wrong. "I'm fine," he says, not missing a beat as he stirs around the pan, but his words are practically meaningless when he looks so void of emotion when he says that. "Are you sure? Nothing is bothering you?"
"Y/n, I'm fine." He tells you again, this time trying to sound a bit more convincing, even cracking up a small smile, but you didn't buy it, your intuition telling you that there's something wrong. "Seriously, Min. Is there something wrong? I feel like something is bothering you."
"Nothing is bothering me, love." He says again, shutting off the stove to plate the food that he just cooked. "Are you sure?" You ask again, following him around the kitchen. He hasn't even looked at you yet, avoiding the pointed looks you give him. Minho was trying his best to be patient, silently plating the dinner table so that the two of you can already eat but you just wouldn't stop, following him around and nagging him just to tell you what was wrong.
"Y/n—" He finally says, finding your questions a bit too overstimulating now, and grabs you by the shoulder to still you. He was at his limit, but he doesn't want to blow up on you, so he sighs out before asking you straight in the eyes "How was lunch?"
"What?" You ask him, dumbfounded, be he presses on. "Did you like the food I made you?" He asks, and you nod, confusion written all over your face. "The fried chicken? Yeah, it tastes amazing, Min. Why are you asking me—"
"Liar."
You felt the color drain from your face, your hands now sweating. "Minho, what do you mean?" You ask him, but he turns away from you, probably to take a few breaths before facing you again. "The friend chicken, I made them spicy," he explains. "I notice how you would stuff yourself with food the moment you get home, and it made me think if you even ate your lunch. So, to be sure, I made the chicken spicy. That way, I'll know that you ate my food, because knowing you, the first thing you'll mention to me the moment you got home was the spicy food that I prepared." He pauses a bit, trying to stop the lump that was forming in his throat. "But you didn't."
You see the tears that were starting to form in Minho's eyes but he blinks away, hiding the hurt that he feels as continues to talk to you. "Earlier, when you left for work," another pause and a deep breath, "I went down after you after a few minutes to take the trash out, and I saw you dumping the food I made you for lunch at the dumpster." The guilt hits you like a freight train the moment you hear Minho's words, making you tear up as well as you watch his lips tremble.
He doesn't usually cry. In fact, you rarely see him cry. He's emotionally strong and it takes a little more effort to make him cry, so seeing him shed tears now means that you've hurt him a lot.
"I made that food for you, Y/n. I wanted you to eat that, but you just threw it away... why?"
You couldn't answer him, not that you have anything to say in the first place, but it's because you just couldn't bring yourself to tell him the truth.
"I'm sorry, Min," you say softly, your hand reaching out to wipe the tears away from his face, but he jerks away from your touch, stepping away from you. "I need a breather," he says, looking away. "Minho..." you call out to him as you follow him, your own tears now falling. "Minho, please... let's talk about this."
He doesn't say anything else, not even sparing you a single glance as he exits the apartment, leaving you alone in the apartment.
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Minho needed space, and you fully understand that. It's not the first time he's done this too, so you knew what to do. But seeing how he reacted earlier makes you worry that maybe you've done something unsalvageable to your relationship.
You fell asleep waiting on the couch, camping under your blankets with the TV on. You didn't know how long he was out, all you knew was that you woke up with the feeling of him stroking your head to wake you. "Minho?" You call out to him, your voice still heavy with sleep, but you sober up the moment you see his face. He still looked upset, but that doesn't mean he's letting you sleep on the couch. "Come on, let's get you to bed," was the only thing he says before he starts to head for the bed. "Minho, wait." You call out to him, grabbing the hem of his shirt to stop him from walking. "Let's talk."
Minho looks at you and sees your pleading eyes, contemplating whether he wanted to hear you out. "Please?"
With a sigh, he reluctantly agrees with a nod of his head before taking a seat on the couch beside you. "I'm sorry," you start off, now sitting up. "I'm sorry I threw away the food you make me, and I can see how much that has hurt you," Minho says nothing, staying silent as he listens to what you have to say. "It's not that I don't like your food. God, I love it and you cook so well. It's just..." you bit your lip, your heart pounding against your chest. You can't stay dishonest to him like this. He's your boyfriend, he deserves to know what's going on.
"I... I skip lunch," you finally admit, and you see the way your boyfriend snaps his head to look at you. "I know I should have told you to not pack me lunch anymore or to just give the food away to my coworkers instead of being wasteful and throwing it away. But I can't, not when you look so happy cooking my meals. I know it's such a shitty excuse. You can get mad at me all you want. Scold me, get mad with me—"
"You skip meals?" You look at him, defeated, and nodded your head. "Why?" He asks, and you shrug, looking away from him in embarrassment. "Nothing is working," you tell him. "The workout and diet that I've been doing aren't working. I'm not losing any weight and every time I look in the mirror, I just look like I'm getting worse so I... I try skipping meals." Tears were already streaming down your face at this point as the guilt in your heart fully consumes you. "I-I'm sorry," you sob out, your hands trembling as you clutch the blankets. "I didn't want to tell you, but it looks like it's starting to affect you too and I-I didn't mean to hurt you this way—"
"Y/n," he calls out to you, taking your hand in his. "I'm here, love. Tell me what you need." The way he looks at you has you crying even more. His voice was gentle and his eyes hold genuine concern, making you guilty even more. You felt like you didn't deserve the kindness he was giving you after what you've done. "W-why are you like this? I'm the one who hurt you, you can't do this to me, you can't be so kind to me—" you cry out as you try to free your hands from Minho's grip, but he stops you, his arms now coming to wrap around your body. "It's okay, love. It's okay," he says, pulling you closer as he shushes your cries, his hand coming up to rub comforting circles on your back.
Minho always knew about your struggles when it comes to your body, he has known about it since day one and he's promised to help you get through it no matter what. You hid your struggles from him so well, he didn't realize what you were going through.
"I wish you told me sooner," he says when you've calmed down, your hiccups and sniffles muffled by his shirt. "I could have helped you, you know?"
"I know, I'm sorry," you tell him, your voice trembling a bit as you stop yourself from crying again. "I know you didn't mean to hurt me," he tells you, his hand still rubbing your back. "And I'm not mad at you, just so we're clear. I just wish you could have told me that you were struggling so we could have prevented these things to happen."
He pulls away from you to cup your face, cooing as you wipe away your tears. "I'm sorry," you hiccup, "I just got... desperate I guess? Everytime I look at the mirror and see me I just... I feel sick looking at myself." You sigh out, grabbing his wrists as you lean into his touch. "I just don't know how you could be with someone like me."
"Someone like you?"
You groan, your eyebrows knitted as you gestured to your body. "Someone like this, someone with my body. I mean, look at you, you look like you're sculpted by a god for crying out loud, and—" Minho silences your rambles with a kiss to your lips, effectively shutting you up. "There, all quiet." He says when he pulls away, a cheeky grin on his lips as he watches your face heat up. "Your body is beautiful," He says, his hands rubbing your sides. "You're beautiful, and in my eyes, that will never change. I understand that you want to lose weight, and you know what, that's totally fine, I support that. What I don't like is you skipping meals and then binge-eat after."
"C'mere," he says, pulling you to sit on his lap. "You're beautiful, remember that always. I love you and all of you, okay?" You simply nod, wiping away the new tears that seem to be endlessly streaming from your face. "Okay, that's my good girl, come here," he wraps his arms around you into a hug, making you wrap your arms around him and bury your face into his neck. "Aigoo, aigoo, aigoo, the baby is crying," he teases you, his hand coming to pet your head, making you whine out a giggle, fresh tears escaping your eyes. "Shut up," you mutter, lightly hitting him, and making him chuckle.
"I love you," he sighs out, nuzzling further into you as he waits for you to calm down again. "I love you, too." You reply, playing with the strands of his hair from the back of his head.
"Come on, help me cook a midnight snack. I'm starving."
Pairing: fuck boy! Heeseung x good girl! Reader. (Feat Enha)
TW: cursing, mentions of sex, drugs, smoking, throwing up. (Y'all is Heeseung very a bad boy in this one? :3)
Genre: hints of angst, fluff
Words: ~ 13k
Trope:
Lee Heeseung wants you real bad. So what? He needs to prove how much he's worthy.
- « Don't you want to claim me as yours baby girl? »
- « You will only bring me problems Lee. »
- « You don't know til you try. Look at me, ready to give my entire self to you. »
« Then.. Take me far away. »
하나.
« Shadows come from the light in the darkness
In times that are even lonelier »
He was foully beautiful, has a disgustingly pretty smile and a diabolically angel face. He was as hot as Sukuna Ryomen, smart like Chrollo Lucifer, toned like Eren Yeager and flirty (and annoying) as Usui Takumi.
Every one of his steps scream power and dominance, people in town were obliged to recognize his god-like features.
Lee Heeseung was a piece of wonder. He was the personification of the Great Chinese Wall. Well, for others it means he was one of the seven wonders, his friends being the others six. For you he was illigible, like a void devoid of colors, feelings, words. Looking at him was like walking on the Great Chinese Wall. Infinite stairs, a never ending pathway, long exhausting adventure where you can get lost easily.
You never knew how to understand Lee Heeseung.
And people were here, yelling at you for not being liquified by his unbelievable visuals.
You were not attracted to Lee Heeseung.
And people were here once again, crying about you not having a good eyesight because who in the world would tell a big NO NO to THE Lee Heeseung ?
Despite his apparence, one thing you knew for sure was that he was the synonym of troubles. And that compensated his visuals. Lee Heeseung was a big red flag.
Vandalizing walls, driving fast past three in the morning, drinking heavily almost every night, skipping class (even though he always passed his exams with flying colors which confused you), smoking, sniffing drugs you never heard the name before, fucking some random women of every age everywhere.
Yeah, for you he was the worst of the worst, and you sure would not (in this peaceful life of yours) like to have an affair or everything as minuscule as it is with him.
You knew that Lee Heeseung had no interests in you either and it was perfectly perfect for you.
둘.
« The hand that was carefully held out
I couldn’t hold it, I’ve only hesitated but »
« Hey, did you heard that? Lee Heeseung has won the cars’ racing yesterday!
- Listen Young-Hee, you do know I don't give a freak about him right? This man screams problems.
- But don't deny he's attractive! Plus Seo-Hyun had a one night stand with him last week, are you realizing? THE Park Seo-Hyun?
- Please why do you look so interested about that? What is incredible about this?
- Oh please Y/N, we ALL know that Seo-Hyun has a purity ring given by her dad! She promised chastety and here she was, fucking with Lee Heeseung!
- And so? It's something between her, her father and Heeseung, what do I have to do about that?
- YOU COULD BE NEXT IN LINE! »
The strawberry milk you were drinking went out of your mouth to someone's shirt. Eyes widening in both shock and embarrassment, you quickly excuse yourself, not even looking up to cross eyes with them and lend them a tissue while repeatedly apologizing.
« I'm sorry I'm sorry, I didn't attend to do that! »
The bell ringing was a lucky sign for you to sprint directly to your class. As you both pant from the little course, you suddenly hear a loud chuckle from Young-Hee.
« Girl that's what I call being "purged"! she said in between laughs.
- Shut up that was embarassing! And it's your fault! You did it on purpose right?!
- I will keep doing it to see those faces you make! She laughs loudly, people staring.
- Hee! » you yell, trying to grab her arm. But she was faster and quickly went to her seat.
Let's say you couldn't focus on the entire class. Your mind was busy spacing out and thinking about the conversation earlier. Of course you knew that Park Seo-Hyun was the famous virgin of the campus, because everyone knew that. And the fact she wore proudly her ring was her way of showing her engagement !
« You could be next in line! »
This sentence keeps repeating in your head like a malicious mentra and you can't help but to imagine Lee Heeseung devouring you with his eyes. As much as you hated to admit it, he was indeed handsome. But that was a facade to you. Because deep inside, you kept telling yourself that he was someone bad, manipulative and who had no interest in women's feelings. That's what you hate the most. Your dad always made sure to show his love to your mom, so it sure was a big shock when you learn that some men were beating and mistreating their girlfriends or wives. The perfect image of love just crumbled down and you couldn't help but to be on your guard ever since. Especially with people like Lee Heeseung. People categorized you as the « girl talking to only girls » because you always talk with girls only. Not that you despise men, you just don't feel like talking to them and you were perfectly fine with it. Even if some dare to approach you, you woulk kindly answer them and then dash as fast as possible, avoiding the interaction like plague.
Indeed, you did not hate men, you just never knew how to talk to them.
Beside your big brother of two years older your dad and to any men in your small family, talking to the opposite genre was a real challenge for you. Sweaty hands, swifty gazes, mumbling and rosy cheeks. You hated making a fool of yourself and indirectly, men were making you this way. You discovered later that you had heterosocial anxiety. « Good » you told yourself ironically while rolling your eyes, this means talking to men was making you nervous.
But like all stories, there was an exception, a boy in who you could talk to without stuttering and being insecure about your side profile, about the way you would smile, all the mimicks you had. He was your childhood neighbour, Kim Sunoo.
Maybe because he looked less scary and more welcoming, or the way he would smile and his eyes would form two little crescents. Maybe because he seemed more boyish ? Kim Sunoo was the only boy you could talk without being feared of being judged. For you, he will always be the little boy who shared strawberries his grandma prepared for after-school snack. He will always be your super adventures’ companion in your garden.
So it sure was painful when Kim Sunoo transferred from public school to private. Being children, you did not keep in touch and never saw each other ever since. But Sunoo gifted you with a braided bracelet. It was synonym of you guys’ friendship as he too, had one. His mother would show you pics of him, he would send her some after he finished his class, in secondary school. His peace sign beside his wink and little smile would bring a grin to your face too, somewhat relieved he was doing so well.
As you were thinking deeply of your childhood friend, a hand came crashing on your face.
« Young-Hee! I swear you're a dead woman!
- Listen, it's lunch and I'm hungry, stop thinking about Lee Heeseung and let's go to the cafet! she crosses her arms with a devilish smirk plastered on her face.
- I wasn't even thinking about him, cut the drama. »
The walk to the cafeteria was filled with laughters and a warm mood. Tray in hands, you were searching for a place to sit. It seems like today was filled with students as the only places you found were in the middle of two groups, hastily chatting. Not even two minutes after Young-Hee and you started eating, a breaking sound was heard on the other side of the cafet.
« LEE HEESEUNG YOU FUCKING SON OF A BITCH ! » was heard by a female voice.
There, was standing Park Seo-Hyun, infront of a sitting Lee Heeseung. It looked like she threw her glass at him within her tray of food. You see how unbothered he looked, even with food and water all over his clothes. Seo-Hyun scoffed at his lack of reaction and quickly walk out of the cafet, her two best friends following her. Shrugging, you turn back and start eating like nothing happened.
« Oh my god, what do you think did just happen?
- Well, this is what happens when you go inside Lee Heeseung’s circle. That’s why I don’t want anything with him, you said, unimpressed while digging in your tomatoes (I’m sorry for those who don’t like them 😭)
- But don’t you want to know? I loooove gossips hehe…
- If you want to investigate it’s without me you already know that, you say, unbothered.
- But please, she said, a tiny pout on her lips and giving her best doe eyes.
- I really hate you, you know? You sighed while shaking your head.
- Yey! I love you bestie! » She smiles happily then proceeds to swallow everything she had in her mouth.
For you, it was none other than some childish things, without harm. At least, that’s what you expected.
셋.
« My heart already trembles, I keep
getting scared
On this night when you secretly held out
your hand »
After disposing your tray in the conveyor belt, Young-Hee excitedly locked your cubital fossa together and has speed towards the almost empty hallways.
« Where are we going? You tell just loud enough for her to listen.
- In front of their class, Heeseung and Seo-Hyun are classmates, didn’t you know? She said making sure to be discreet and to look everywhere.
- I’m not such a big gossip girl like you Hee, you know that, you watched her getting agitated.
- It’s not some gossip, it’s general knowledge Y/N!
- As if, you couldn’t help but to roll your eyes.
- Let’s hide here! » Young-Hee said as she sweeps you both behind a big pillar glued to the classroom’s wall.
Peeking through the marble, you quietly observe your surroundings. Seo-Hyun was in the classroom with her friends, talking angrily about something you couldn’t hear.
« This situation kinda stress me Hee, you said playing with your bracelet. The tropes were so lose they could ripped anytime. It was a habit of you to fidget with it when you were nervous.
- Shh, I’m trying to decipher what they’re saying », she shushed you, looking attentively at the girls.
You couldn’t help but to roll your eyes a second time. Young-Hee was really persistent when she wanted to be but you couldn’t blame her, she lifted up your moral numerous times with this personality of hers.
« I fucking hate his guts! He promised me so many things but at the end what?! I gave my fucking virginity to an asshole like him?! Screams Seo-Hyun.
- He doesn’t deserve you Seo, trust us, said one of her friends.
- But Chae I gave him my v card, my dad’s gonna kill me if he learn that.
- You can just wear the ring again, he wouldn’t know.
- The whole school knows it! No way he will not be aware!
- Seo, calm down first. Instructed Chae-Won.
- I can’t-
- Y/N! Hide quick! » whispered-yelled Young-Hee.
Panicked, you rapidly hide behind the pillar, pressing your body as far as you could.
« What’s happening? » You whisper to your friend, completely lost.
Hee only gave you her big eyes as a response and gestured you that someone was coming. You didn’t think two times about it and just nodded.
« What are you gonna do Hee? She’s super mad at you and look at you, you’re covered in tomatoes’ sauce. You both hear a man voice talking.
- Huh? She took my hoodie when we did it last week, I just want to take it back, and I need to change clothes too. You could recognize Heeseung’s voice at the same time steps were coming your way.
- You’re unbelievable man! Exclaimed the other guy with him, chuckling in disbelief.
- I know, Heeseung only replied. You could practically hear and imagine his smirk as they open the door.
- What do you want bastard?! Screams Seo-Hyun.
- Wow, I didn’t came to be assaulted. I just want to take my hoodie back, I left it at yours last week.
- Already threw it in the trash can. She spat bitterly.
- Ouch, » murmured Young-Hee.
You looked at Young-Hee but didn’t expect her to make a silly face so you accidentally snort without realizing you both could be in big troubles if they happen to know you were here.
« Hey, did you heard that? Said the friend accompanying Heeseung.
- Hear what Jake? Questioned Heeseung.
- I heard some muffles over there, let me check. »
Panic immediately took possession of your body as you hurriedly run and turn in the near corridor.
« Hey! Wait! » You hear from the other side as you run endlessly trying to turn in the maximum corridors possible to left him.
Finally arriving at the back of your school, you both pant loudly, trying to catch your breath.
« That was freaking close! For once Mr Hwang’s running class weren’t useless! Pant Young-Hee between each inspirations taking.
- Listen carefully Hee, you stand fully up as your hands were resting on your knees to catch your breath, last time. I swear, last time forever.
- But they didn’t catch us, I’m sure he didn’t even see our faces! » She exclaimed feigning innocence.
You frown. If Jake was running behind you, he must have seen two figures at least. Plus, girls. You subconsciously touch your wrist to feel your bracelet when nothing brush your fingertips. Imagining the worst, you look down only to see it gone.
« Shit shit shit, don't tell me it fell off while we were running? You mumbled.
- What happened? asks Young-Hee, concerned.
- My bracelet fell off when we ran Hee, I need to search for it, it's a gift!
- Wow, it's okay, let's go back and see if it's there. »
You then walk the opposite way, following exactly each corridor you took. You were stressing, losing the only memory of your friend was the last thing you wanted to face right now. And as you kept approaching the classroom, your fear only increased.
« It's nowhere to be found Y/N... said your companion, empathic.
- Maybe it just fell right next to the pillar? I will take a look, you finally sighed, feeling hopeless.
- Okay, I'll search in this area over there, » she pointed the opposite direction with her finger.
As you were searching, you failed to notice a stare on you, silently watching every move you made.
You finally concluded after fifteen minutes that it was lost and you couldn't do anything about it. To feel guilty and sad were an understatement to what you were feeling right now. This bracelet was your anti-stress and now it was gone.
넷.
« Make me kiss you
Ma-make me kiss you »
The end of the day came up rather quickly and you were now packing your things in your backpack. Young-Hee bided you goodbye earlier because she has tennis sessions so today you had to walk back home alone. It was actually great for you as you long for loneliness and peace sometimes. It eases your mind, not that being with Young-Hee create headaches but she was a little bit too loud sometimes.
As you exit the hallway of your university, someone secretly hold their phone up and snap a picture of you walking away. Shuffling it back in their pocket, they act like nothing happened and watch your back disappears.
« So you’re like that huh?! Taking pic of someone without their consent?! » Screams a girl.
You abruptly turn around to see the scrap. There you see again Seo-Hyun and Heeseung. Looks like she was yelling at him for something he did.
« Does it concern you? Just because we fucked doesn’t mean we’re dating idiot, » he spoke calmly, his chin lightly raised alongside a brow.
Reminding you of your « mission » with Young-Hee, you can’t help but to approach the scene quietly, making sure you’re discreet. As you hide behind a spot you continue to listen.
« Then you shouldn’t have promised me so many things that night! Was it nothing to you?! She angrily tells.
- And what are these things? Because I don’t remember any actually, he answers casually. He was used to it.
- You told me you will make me feel special, that I’m not like the others and that I’ll be the only one! At this point she was just stomping her foot on the ground brutally.
- Oh. Yeah it was in the heat of the moment. Never actually think this way. Plus I was drunk so I didn’t really paid attention to what I was saying, » he said once again as if it really didn’t bother him to see her on the verge of beating him up.
*clap*
Your eyes widened at the loud clap your heard and you were sure it came from her hand entering in collision with his cheek. « Must have hurt » you told yourself in your head.
« Fucking asshole, I’m gonna denounce you for what you’ve done and also for taking a pic of Y/N in secret! » she lastly said before storming away.
You slowly realized what she said and confusion took all over your mind.
« Wait, what? He took a secret pic of me? » You wondered in your mind.
- Stop hiding. I know you’re here, you hear a masculine voice calling, broking your self-thought bubble.
- Oh shit, you mumbled, it was over now, you were discovered, umh, hi haha, I was just about to go haha, you said, the uneasy feeling slowly climbing in your whole body as you step out of your hiding spot, walking awkwardly like a robot with a grimace.
- Really? You do know it’s not really polite to listen to others in secret yeah? »
Lee Heeseung grabs onto your shoulder, the scene particularly comic as he turns your around.
As you face him, your eyes immediately locked together and you can’t help but to feel intimidated by his gaze. It was teasing, almost mocking and shockingly traversing your entire core. You feel naked under him and once again you remind yourself why you hated talking to men this much. Instead of his uniform’s shirt he was wearing a plain oversized t-shirt of color white, he probably changed clothes after receiving the food on himself at the cafet. His black hair were swaying by the wind, softly falling on his mischievous eyes. God he was perfect.
« So? Kitten got your tongue angel? He tilted his head, waiting for an answer.
- Don’t… call me that, it sounds naughty coming from your mouth, you said looking finally down, not supporting his gaze.
- Oh really? That’s what y’all say, he chuckled slowly moving forward, but y’all love it in bed.
- And you talk about me listening to conversations in secret but you are not so good yourself, taking pic like a creep of someone without their consent, » you spat, your tone harsher than you intended too and your eyes piercing his when you lift your head. As much as you wanted to deny it, your cheeks were already red and your heartbeat as quick as the speed of light.
In response, he smirks, clearly pleased by what he’s seeing and hearing in front of him. You tried not to take in details his black hair perfectly styled as well as his perfect face and soft creamy skin. You then notice how bad Seo-Hyun had slapped him as a red mark was clearly visible on his left cheek.
« I don’t really like brats but with you I think I can make some efforts, he shrugged and came even more close, I don’t want to be harsh with you baby it would break my heart, he whispered, his hand coming up to brush against your chin.
- Who said you could touch me? Delete this pic as soon as possible and leave me alone, you’re carrying troubles, you sweep his hand away and step back.
- And what if I don’t? What are you gonna do? His cocky grin never leaving his face.
- I… I will report it to the police! You stumble over your words, quickly regretting the way you look so weak in front of him.
- Will you? When you know that my dad is a powerful CEO? In fact, the most powerful of the country? » He retorts, a feeling of satisfaction filling him up when your eyes widen up.
You sigh then frown at him and quickly dash away, not wanting to talk further. It was infuriating you that he was always winning. You hated him so much.
« We can find a way if you’re willing to be mine!
- Never!! » you shout loud enough for him to hear you, only to hear a laugh as a response.
- How would you react if I tell you that you’re the reason I bring troubles Y/N? » Heeseung finally sighed watching your silhouette ventures between the buildings.
You let out a scream after making sure nobody was around you.
« This freaking Lee Heeseung!! You and your bad mouth will go down in hell I swear! You angrily said as you stomp your feet.
- Pff. »
You turn around as soon as you heard something. Scanning your surroundings you search the source of the noise.
« Is someone there? You ask, unsure and on your defensive.
- Not at all, act like I’m not here, answered a voice.
- Are they dumb or dumb? I just yelled my frustration and you’re telling me to continue embarrassing myself? You thought, low key judging them. Where are you? Show yourself. » (Frozen enwnkzjwnz)
After a few minutes, a boy finally step out and came infront of you. He was wearing a white t-shirt and by the look of the small pink stain on it you immediately remembered what happened this morning.
« Oh, you said taken aback.
- Like you said « Oh », he laughed, thank you for customizing my t-shirt, I didn’t know it was a tradition in your uni, he looked down at it, a small smile on his face.
- Huh… sorry… you didn’t had any clothes to change? You nervously ask.
- Oh no, I’m new here and I needed to get my dorm’s keys after school so nope.
- I’m sorry you had to walk like this the entire day. Uhm… » you said, hesitant.
In fact you were hesitating, one part of you wanted to go home, feeling the urge to burry yourself alive because a male was talking to you but yet another part was feeling too guilty to just go and you feel like you had to forgive for what you’ve done.
« Yes? He looked at you, a soft smile appearing on his face.
- Do you want to go to the cafe shop with me? We can go and drink some chocolate milk? I want to apologize properly.
- Uh, it will be coffee milk for me, he laughed, but yeah sure, » he smiles.
You couldn’t help the dumbfounded expression on your face as you heard his answer. « Mr is picky I see. » you thought to yourself. Well, you thought you said it in your head but his laugh caught you off guard, WAIT DID YOU JUST ASKED A BOY OUT ?
« I heard you, and I personally do not think that I’m picky, I just have my preferences, » he says proudly, mischievous eyes looking straight right through yours.
You just shake your head, already embarrassed about the fact he heard your thoughts.
As you both make your way to the cafe shop, you learn that his name is Sunghoon Park. He was currently an ice skater and was preparing for his national competition. As a big fan of Yuzuru Hanyu, you couldn’t help but to feel interested in his career’s story.
« So you learned ice skating when you were 10? That’s quite amazing. Do you have any friends? You ask without really knowing how you could talk to him this easily.
- Mh.. only one, her name is Eunseo, she is the only girl who dared to come to me when we were young, he shrugged looking unbothered.
- Oh, were you the only boy? You keep asking, trying to match his walking pace, your voice weakening as you saw the unbothered look on his face, were you boring? Did you forced him to go with you? And what if he didn’t wanted to?
- In my club yes, it was kinda lonely back then before I met Junhwan, he notices that you were having a hard time keeping up with him so he slowed down, quickly scanning your smaller figure with a glance.
- I see I see, you nod rapidly, your eyes that were on him now looking in front of you, throat suddenly dry as the conversation touched its end.
- And you? What’re you doing on a daily basis? He raised an eyebrow towards you.
- Me? Haha nothing as interesting as you, I’m a simple girl, you try to brush the subject away, surprised that he kept the conversation on going.
- Really? Aren’t you working at an animals center? He opens the door for you as you were now arrived.
- How… how do you know that? You enter, waving a hand to thank him.
- A friend of a friend, » he grins once more, passing before you towards the counter.
« What in the world..? » you thought again, gradually joining him as your mind overflowed with thoughts, finding him kinda creepy.
While you guys took commands, you quickly paid for both drinks before he could do anything, muttering a shy « it’s on me ». Unfortunately for you, you missed the way his eyes shone as his heart skipped a beat. You then found a table in a corner, near a window offering you the view of a busy crowd. The more you were thinking of the situation you were right now, the more you’re nervous. Endless fears and thoughts invading your head as you look around in an alarmed state, your knees automatically shaking under the table.
« You seem to have a lot of thoughts in your head. Every time you’re quiet, I’m quite sure you’re thinking of something, he softly puts his chin on his palm as his elbow is resting on the table, his attention entirely on you, making things even harder for you to support the awkward atmosphere you were feeling alone.
- Yes, I actually think a lot haha, not you? Your gaze darting away from his stare.
- Depends, he responds, eyes not blinking and continuing to stare right into your orbits.
- Number 38! You perked, reacting to your command’s number.
- Will be right back, » you stand up and walk rather awkwardly feeling his intense gaze on your back.
You went to grab your drink and thanked the woman. On your way back, you notice a frown adorning Sunghoon's soft features as he was staring at his phone. Not wanting to bother him, you sat down quietly, sipping on the sweetness awaited, immediately calming your stress. He quickly put his phone back into his pocket before looking at you, eyes softening upon seeing your content eyes. You were zoning out, so did not notice his eyes staring at you.
« It's unfair really, he managed to mumbled, a grin evident on his face as he finally looks away.
- What is unfair? You barely heard what he said but did anyways.
- It's unfair to look this cute actually, he whispers, still looking around the cafe shop.
- W-what did you say? I didn’t hear you, you purse your lips, blinking in confusion. To be honest you did heard him, you just wanted to be sure and not be delusional.
- Nothing, a simple note to myself, » he shrugs and then stand up when his order is being called.
You couldn't help but wonder to what he said earlier, what does he mean by "unfair"? Anyways, you checked the time on your phone to see that it was late (or that you wanted to escape from this situation?), and that you needed to revise for a test coming soon. Sunghoon was just arriving when you stand up. He gave you a confused look and you quickly told him the reason of your departure.
« Already leaving? We have just arrived? He asks, incredulous, standing still with his drink in hand. (Sunghoon be like : 🧍♂️)
- I know and I'm sorry for that! I'll see you around! You say, in a sort of a rush.
- Wait lemme at least walk you, he tries to slow you down, but you were faster and have already left the cafe shop. Aish... This girl... » he tilted his head, disappointed in himself or in you he didn't know, but he for sure wanted to spend a little bit more time with you.
After all, you caught his eyes and with it, his cold heart.
다섯.
« Make me touch you
Ma-make me touch you »
The following week was packed.
You finally let out a sigh of relief, it was now the week-end, you will have the deserved time to breathe. You were now in your room, on your bed, laying on your chest. You had just finished your night routine and was on the verge of sleeping when you heard something hitting your window. Panicked, you quickly turn off your bedside lamp, telling who-the-hell they're that you're sleeping and above all, that you want to be alone. In fact, you were scared it was a stealer or a serial killer and hurriedly hide yourself under your blanket as if it will protect you from them. Even though you tried to sleep, your eyes tightly shut, the noise wouldn’t stop, it was quite the contrary. Taking your courage in both hands, you quietly stand up and gently push aside your curtains before looking for the culprit of your peacefulness. Being shocked was an understatement as you saw none other than Lee Heeseung standing behind your gates, getting ready to throw yet another rock on your window before you furiously open the latter.
« Lee Heeseung! What are you doing at this hour? I'm trying to sleep! You whisper-yelled, not wanting to wake up your parents.
- Come with me! He offers you a big smile, waving at you.
- Is he crazy or what? You murmured to yourself, not believing his words. What? Why? Are you going to give me some candies and then kidnap me? You say ironically, I don't know you! Go to your home! » You finally pronounce your last words before closing your window.
« I wouldn’t mind kidnapping you though, » he mumbles under his breath as he smiles, heart racing.
Not even two seconds after it was closed, you hear knocking sounds again. Taking a deep breath, you tried to calm yourself, you were not one to be very patient, plus the lack of sleep these days were really working you up. Lee Heeseung or not, you were strangers and he was invading your privacy at this point ! It has to cease before your parents found him out and call the police. As much as you didn’t liked him, it's not like you hated him too and you just wanted to avoid problems. God knows what could happen to you if this story disclose around, his fangirls would grab your hair, make a pretty haircut (note the sarcasm) and throw you in the nearest dump while his father would probably kick you out of the country with your parents. So you decided to slip on an oversized hoodie, stolen from your brother (working overseas), and to step down your stairs in the quietest way possible. You needed to be extra careful because your mother was a light sleeper so even the weenie mistake would wake her up and you would then be in big problems. Reaching the entrance, you open the door without a care about your looks, after all, it completely went out of your head.
« What's your problem? Why are you here? You hiss, now infront of the fuckboy of the campus.
- Woah ~ so sexy, he whistles at the sight of your disheveled hair, oversized hoodie, slippers and your annoying face.
- Just answer the damn question Lee, you switch your weight on one of your leg, the foot opposed stomping against the fresh grass of your garden. Your hands were on your hips as you were glaring at him.
- Just wanted to see you, that's all, he lifted his hands above his shoulders, acting as if he was surrending himself.
- And why so? I don't understand, we are not friends, not even acquaintances even more, we don't speak to each other at all. How did you even got my address?! And most importantly : What do you want from me? Your frown deepening, your arms cross on your chest.
- I'm racing tonight, I need to bring someone with me. I thought of-, he began but you quickly dismiss him.
- Rejected. Did you really think I was going to accept? In your dreams, you scoff, not believing him.
- Come on, it will be fun I promise you, » he extends his hand, as if waiting for you to grab it.
The truth is, you heard from some classmates that racing with Heeseung was amazing. He would have excellent driving skills and it would have been a shame to miss it. Closing the distance between you and him, you raise your hand, almost as if you were going to accept his proposition, only to clap his hand down. His eyes, that were hopeful of you possibly agreeing, lose their light, like a sad puppy not getting his treat.
« I will say it one last time Heeseung, you look straight into his eyes, rejected. » You gritted, emphasizing on your last word.
You then turn around, not letting him the time to reply back, and enter your home. Not even two minutes inside and you're glidding down the door, your hands pressed against your chest, a futile attempt to calm your messy heartbeat. This interaction with this man was in no point good for you and put you in one hell of a state you couldn't even imagine.
Why everything was suddenly happening to you? And most of all, why did it has to be LEE FREAKING HEESEUNG?
That night, you couldn't sleep.
여섯.
« Make me want you
Ma-make me want you »
The next morning you felt especially groggy. You didn't had much sleep and it was also the first day of your period. « I hate this world » you mumbled to yourself, already feeling the cramps coming. As you peacefully went out of bed to ready yourself, a notification caught your attention.
« #Lee_Heeseungs_new_chick »
Seriously? Was he going to follow you everywhere you were going? Would you believe! Now he’s even invading your notifications… You feel like Lee Heeseung was stuck with you for whatever reason and it pissed you off. For wanting him away it looks like the opposite.
« Are you ready Y/N? Hurry or you will be late, informs your father, peeking through your door, ajar.
- Yes I'm coming right now, is mom already gone? You ask, standing up and taking your uniform hanging on your wardrobe.
- Yup, said she has to go early today, » you hear his faint voice as he was walking down the stairs, his voice resonating in the corridor.
It was unusual for you, your mom never had to go early to work. But you shrugged it off, everything happens for a reason. You quickly do your morning routine then finally went out of your house.
As you arrived at the university, you couldn't help but notice how stares were directed at you for a reason you ignore. Being self-counscious, you found a restroom and checked if you had anything on your face or your clothes, only to notice that everything was perfectly fine. What the hell was happening?
The only way to know was to ask Young-Hee as she always keep herself updated. And you didn't had to search for her for too long as you could pratically hear her yells from the other side of the hallway.
« Y/NNN! Oh my god why didn't you tell me? She grabs your hand and pulls you towards a quieter side of the hallway, where nobody could hear you both.
- About what? You ask, like a lost puppy.
- You and Lee Heeseung are dating !Congrats! She cheerfully says.
- Wait- what?! No way in this freaking world! I do not like him and you know it! You offer her your most disgusted-shocked face, making her laugh.
- But the whole campus is aware! She then take out her phone from her bag's pocket.
- And why am I not aware then? What's happening?
You noticed that everyone were looking at you with weird eyes, you panicked a little, looking repeatedly on both side of you.
- Look! » She shows you her screen.
You couldn't believe what you were seeing right now.
It was a picture of you and Heeseung last night. The picture showed the moment you just taped his hand down to refuse his proposition, but it gives the impression of you two holding hands. Who would take a picture of you and him this late at night? One of his fans? Or maybe he planned this all along? You were confused and soon a striking pain started to pounced in your head. Good, you were having a headache because of all the ruckus. Not to mention the pain of your cramps too, you knew how bad they were particularly during the first few days.
« Are you okay? Worriedly ask Young-Hee, seeing you squinting your eyes in pain.
- Having a headache and period cramps are the worst I swear, you mutter under your breath, taking a big inspiration only to wince when you feel the contractions.
- Today's really not your day ma girl, she shakes her head, going through her bag to find a potential pill that could helps you.
- Let's go in class, it's about to start, » you take her extended hand that was giving you the med and walk to class, steps galloping in fear of being late.
Mrs So was already in the classroom, spreading her books and belongings and not even after being seated, she began her lesson. You quickly ate the med while rummaging through your bag to pull out your belongings.
« Pssst Y/N, »
It was one of your classmate, in whom you never really spoke. The way her eyes glinted in curiosity was slowly freaking you out. You knew what she wanted to know.
« No, we aren't dating, don't misunderstand the pic, you respond drier than attended and not even sparring her a glance making it look even more rude.
- Okay okay sorry for wasting your time, you could hear the sarcastic tone with an eye roll, not that you really care. What a boring girl you are, why would he choose you instead of me? »
You silently sighed, it's not your fault if his flirty ass was in front of your house at 1 A.M. But maybe you shouldn't have approached him and just should've shut him down and go to sleep like nothing happened.
« Ladies at the right, stop talking, warns Mrs So.
- It's Y/N, she can't keep her mouth shut, she said, voice filled with sarcasm.
- Huh? Are you talking about you?
- Tch, what are you five?
- Yup five times smarter than you, you proudly smile, the whole class hyping you.
- YOU-
- Mrs Park, this is your last warning, stares Mrs So.
- I'll kill you Marilyn Monhoe, she lastly whisper.
- At least I'm hot, » you quietly say, hearing the snickers of some of your classmates.
Internally, you were screaming because how in hell someone spotted you with THE Lee Heeseung? This just made you exasperated and more determined to have less contact with him...
Days had passed and you were avoiding Lee Heeseung like plague. The latter did not understand your behavior as he was secretly longing for you.
Following you with his eyes each time you happened to walk by him. His friends, except one were looking at him with a grin, they knew oh how much Heeseung wanted to own you, well the reason was unknown to them, but the way he was devouring you with his eyes spoke enough for them to know you were his prey.
In fact, Lee Heeseung has been infatuated by you the day he saw you rejecting one guy. The latter was known for being a real playboy in disguise, playing the Prince Charming to get girls. We could say he and Heeseung were sworn enemies, competing over who could catch more girls. So when you turned the guy down, it only created a spark in Heeseung, the desire to win you invading his brain. If he could have you, he could brag about it to the loser who failed, gaining yet a tingle of pride. At first, winning you and throwing you like an old rag was all he could think of, yet what he didn't expected, was the fact you were *actually* attractive and interesting. He felt like you were an unpolished gem, a precious diamond that didn't showcase its spark yet. In his head he was the miner, you were the diamond, he had to polish you, to make you shine.
일곱.
« K-kiss you, t-touch you, w-want you »
« Make me love you »
Soon enough, seeing and thinking that Lee Heeseung's attention on you was finally finished, you lowered your guards and peacefully lived your life, knowing the only person you needed in your social circle was Young-Hee.
*Ding*
The sound of your phone makes you freak out as you take it out of your bag. Speaking of the devil, Hee has just send you a message, claiming she was feeling sick and won't be able to come in class.
« Is this for real? The exact moment I think about her, she's sick, this girl I swear, » you sigh.
Young-Hee was the type of girl who got rarely sick, so it feels empty to eat alone in a classroom. You thought that it could bring you peace and to be honest, you didn't want to be looked at for eating alone. So here you were, eating alone in a classroom, just minding your business.
« Oh, did I just caught a fish eating alone? » a voice resonated in your ears, breaking the pleasant silence you were in.
Immediately perking your head, your gaze falls upon the ice skater. His tall frame was leaning against the door, his arms crossed with one hand holding a drink.
His eyes had looked you from toes to head, analyzing every details and to be fair, made you slightly uncomfortable. His grin and teasing eyes just made you feel self conscious and you looked away, a slight blush creepig up your face.
« I didn't expect you to be here... What brings you here? you ask softly, resuming on eating your lunch.
- I saw you eating alone, so I thought I could keep you compagny, are you okay with this? » he says, already making his way to take the chair in front of you, pulling it so the back could rest against your desk. He finally plopped down on the chair, facing you directly, propping his forearm on the top of his chair.
- Well... looks like you already eased yourself here, beside, who am I to tell you no? You suck in a sigh, his intense gaze was just urging you to hide in a hole and to never get out of it.
- We didn't get to finish our conversation last time, so why not catching it up now? he asks, looking at the window, the sun rays shining on his handsome face, did he thought he was in a drama? Even the breeze was a paid actor as it made your hair and his leisurely dancing.
- Hum... I'm kinda an awkward girl, you may go on your way...you mutter, dumbfounded as to why someone like him would want to have a conversation with a girl like you, trying to escape guys like death.
- It's okay l'm awkward too, » he chuckles to himself, his head lowering slightly as he does.
Gosh he was beautiful, what did he ate to be this handsome?
« Sung- », a voice called but immediately stopped.
Lee Heeseung was there, and the scene before his eyes was like a bad dream. His close friend, Park Sunghoon is having a face to face conversation with the girl he's trying so hard to catch the attention. Heeseung wondered why it looks easy for his friend to talk to you, he did not understand at the moment why you weren't hostile towards him. If one day Heeseung was being told he got jealous over one of his friend, he would have just laughed it off, shaking his head while mumbling some incoherent things on how it is impossible for him to feel that way.
« What is it hyung? » asks Sunghoon, clearly aware of his senior's intentions with you.
« Well... I didn't expect you two to be together, his eyes were locked on your figure, long time no see Y/ N, » he smiles at you, closing the distance between you three. You couldn't be in a more embarassing situation. Firstly, the tension could be felt from miles, secondly, you never asked to be talked to, and finally, how can it be so hard to be alone these days?
Feeling uneasy, both by their intimidating gazes and their presence, you shakily release a sigh.
« I don't know what I did to you guys... what do you want from me? » you ask, on one hand, not wanting to know their answer, and on the other one, craving to know what their full intentions were.
« Didn't I told ya already? I want you to race with me, » he says nonchalently, shrugging his shoulders.
« And I was clear about it, I don't wanna do it, » you sigh, not really knowing how to formulate your words so he could give it up.
« Racing with Heeseung could be dangerous, that's why I'm never riding with him, » says softly Sunghoon, his expression betraying his voice. But it ceased when his attention finally focused itself on you, the older man glaring at him.
« Don't act like you are not riding like him, » your brows creased, not impressed.
« I don't do cars races, I swear on my lovely dog, » he lifted his hands up, claiming his innocence.
« I don't wanna drive with either of you two, you sigh, closing your eyes, what did I do for you two to want me to ride with you? There's plently of girls in the campus! »
At this point they didn't know if you were really clueless or if you were doing this on purpose. It was as clear as water that Lee Heeseung and Park Sunghoon were hitting on you. We couldn't really blame you: never got confessed, never got a boyfriend, never had male friends after Sunoo so yes, what is love anyways?
Heeseung thought for a while, trying to find a way to make you agree. When the idea comes to him, he smiles brightly and stand in front of you, looking down at you with a smirk.
« How about I buy you those pretty pencils from this one shop near the campus? I noticed that you have a lot of them, » he smiles, proud.
Touché, you felt blocked, because as much as you want to deny it, you always had a things for books and stationery stores. You took care of the esthetic of your belongings and it didn't go unoticed by Lee. Gritting your teeth, your head became fuzzy as well as your thoughts, the tentation was high but a side of you keep reminding you that he was Lee Heeseung, the campus' playboy. You failed to catch the smile of Sunghoon sightly faltering. Freak, Heeseung got a step ahead, and you, who were usually direct to reject him, was now hesitating.
The first time Park Sunghoon came visiting the new city he was gonna moved in, he didn't thought much of it. His introvert character made it hard for him to open up to people. Only on his friends he could lean on and they were everything he needed. Sunghoon didn't planned on falling in love. Indeed he was known for being quite the heartless and cold guy, ignoring confessions and not showing a bit of interest in the opposite gender. His sister and mom were enough for him, he didn't need other women in his life than his family. But fate worked against him when he saw a young girl from his age, crouching near a dog while patting it. His eyes traveled up to see the longstanding crusty letters that formed the two words « Animal center » written on an old building, dilapidated enough to imagine it was there for many years. The girl was standing just behind the opened gate, talking sweetly with the dog in front of her. She looked like she was the happiest on Earth, in her own bubble as her soft chuckles resonated in the silence of the street. Sunghoon was too stunned to speak a word, clearly dazed by the scenery painted in front of his eyes. The golden hour made it look even more beautiful than it was already, melting his icy heart the more he was watching you.
« HUM... Can I help you? » Sunghoon heard a voice calling out to him, stopping him from his dazy state and regaining consciousness. The sight of you was nowhere to be seen as an old granny, smiling softly at him, stood a few meters away from him, eventually blocking him from seeing you.
« Oh, hum, n-no... I was just passing by... » he answered, caught off guard and blushing from embarassment. He quickly bowed before hasting his steps out of sight. At this moment, he believed that he could never see you again.
So the day you splashed your milk onto his shirt, his anger immediately turned into surprise when he saw your face, the image of you patting the dog inked in his brain. He hadn't got the time to speak a word that you were already dashing out of his sight, handing him a tissue while looking down and walking past him.
« How long does a racing lasts? » You ask, reclaiming again Sunghoon's attention on you.
Watching as Heeseung heaved a sigh alongside a sly grin, his face showing nothing else but satisfaction and victory.
« It's tonight, midnight, I will pick you up at 11:30 PM » Heeseung smirks, eyeing you with fancy eyes.
« I didn't ask when it was, I asked about the duration, you sigh, besides I didn't even agreed, you stated and raised a brow at him.
- Yet. If you really wanted to refused you would have already told me no, he smiles, knowing he won, so tell me, are you coming or not? »
Gritting your teeth, you looked everywhere besides the two men in front of you, one eager to know your answer, certain you will say yes. The other, praying you will say no, his eyes not leaving yours.
« Y/N- », begins Sunghoon before getting cut of by Heeseung.
« Come on! First and last time I ask you to! »
« I really hate you... » you mutter enough for them both to hear.
« Shit… » thinks Sunghoon, completely devastated you agreed.
여덟.
« Every day, I enter into a different world
I was a butterfly, attracted to the temptation
I’ve fallen into a sweet scent
How do I look ? »
Here you were, waiting for Lee Heeseung to come pick you up, your hands tightly grabbing the strap of your purse. Soon enough, you catch a glimpse of a car's headlights. Stopping just in front of you, the driver's door opened to reveal Heeseung. His hair was up, showing his forehead, wearing a dark blue baggy jeans, an oversize black t-shirt with a leather jacket. His looks were complimented by earrings and necklace. And on his face, a smirk was plastered. You could tell he loved what he was seeing.
« Here we go, Mrs Y/N, » he smiles, opening the passagenger's door for you, and you oblige, sitting inside his car. His car was impressive, a black Alfa Romeo Giulia quadrifoglio. « Perfect for his car's racings », you thought to yourself as your eyes wander on the illuminated dashboard. As much as your heart was beating loudly, a part of you was telling you that Lee Heeseung has made a special propose for you to drive with him made you feel unique, until the other part of your brain reminds you that the seat you're currently sitting on had tons of women on it. It gave you chills and a little frown make its place on your face as Heeseung finally eases himself beside you.
« Are you comfy? he asks before stopping himself when looking at your face, I feel like I just kidnapped you while you agreed to come with me. » He chuckles while you refused to look back at him, a small pout on your lips.
« Nothing, hurry so I can go home as fast as I can, » you mumble while looking at the window.
« Alright, received loud and clear. » He smiles before pressing his foot on the pedal, the car dashing at top speed.
You suppress a loud gasp when he does, firmly gripping anything you can grasp. Your heart that was already beating real fast feels like it could explose anytime. You could not even apprehend what was happening at the moment, the city flashing at an incredible speed, soon reaching the small-town.
You try not to pay too much attention on the way he has his left elbow on the ledge of the window, his fingers grazing his lips and the other hand, firmly seizing the steerwheel. Gosh why was he still attractive after all the troubles he did to you?
« Liking the view my lady? » he says, snapping you out of your trance.
« I would be pleased if I could get another one right now. » You answer without missing a beat.
All you recolted was his laugh filling the tensed silence.
« I can say you give your trust easily Y/N, he stated with a grin, you really do look like those children who are seen being proposed some candies by a total stranger, he looks at you for a few seconds before looking back at the road, fallen into the trap. »
«I-, » you tried to answer back but couldn't say anything as it was true.
The rest of the trip was spent in the silence as a soft music played in the background. You were feeling uncomfortable. Mainly because you were not expecting to spend a soiree with a man and mostly Lee Heeseung.
You finally arrived when you see an infinite amount of cars alongside cheerful people, suddenly feeling self-consicous about the situation you're in right now. You didn't think about the fact that Lee Heeseung was very well known in town and so, that everyone surely already knew it was him by the sight of his car. As Heeseung parked right in front of a crowd, he turns his head to look at you. « Just be natural pretty, you will mak’em all speechless » he whispers smoothly, you took a deep breathe, nodding quickly before going out of the vehicule.
« Yo man, came with your new chick? Whistle a man upon seeing you, his eyes roaming up and down your silhouette.
- Yup, m'racing with her tonight, » grins proudly Heeseung, glancing back at you with a glint in his eyes while you roll yours up.
You then noticed how people were staring at you, mixed reactions coming up as you try not to pay attention to it. However, in the corner of your eyes, you notice a familiar body. Park Sunghoon. He was standing alongside the rest of the band. His eyes were fixed on you, a frown visible on his features. This made you uncomfortable. To be honest, everything made you self-conscious and anxious. This wasn't something you were used to, all the ruckus, this seems like another world to you and the dryness in your throat wasn't helping.
« Everyone! I'm gonna list all the races of tonight! » announces a slender men wearing a pair of sunglasses even though it was pitch dark, his long hair hiden behind a red cap.
Soon, everyone turned their attention towards him, listening actively to what he was saying.
« And for the last race, we will have Lee Heeseung against a new opponent! Tonight signs his first participation! Please, welcome Park Sunghoon! » he screams happily as he gestures towards the said man, standing not so far away from you, screams soon invading your ears as your eyes were fixed on him.
You notice the way his face remains close, not a single emotion discernible except for determination. And as your eyes cross each other, a firm grip on your hip made you look up, a low angle-shot of Heeseung's side profile entering your vision.
« Stop staring at him and focus on me. He says lowly only for you to hear.
- And who are you to order me that? You answer him, an eyebrow arched, surprising yourself at the way you could respond with confidence.
- Consider tonight like a date. He grins, finally looking down at you, his eyes flickering between your lips and your eyes.
- ...Tch. » You sigh. You really felt into his trap.
When your turn finally came, your hurriedly walk to go to Heeseung's car, but not before a hand gripped your forearm, yanking you slowly back.
« Can we talk real fast before going? You recognize his voice, it's Sunghoon.
- Okay... but quick. You nod along before isolating yourself with him, Heeseung watching afar not really liking what he is seeing, but the crowd around him make it impossible for him to reach out to you.
- Fuck. » He curses under his breath, feeling his blood boiling in his veins.
Being now a few meters away from all these people, Sunghoon halt his steps and turns around, his eyes immediately falling on your delicate features.
« Listen-
- Sunghoon-, you both started at the same time. He quickly gestures you to keep going as you heave a sigh, why? Why are you participating in this race ? Weren't you the one saying it was dangerous? You frown, your arms crossing against your chest.
- I know, I'm sorry I just... I just.. I think I just can't trust Heeseung hyung with you. He spoke, his words faint as if he was searching for his words. Thanks for the darkness of the sky, you couldn't decipher his red cheeks and ears nor even the way his eyes were looking everywhere but you.
- And why so? » You tilt your head, ignoring the reason behind this reasoning.
Your eyes were fixed on his face as he looks right back at you, determination written on his face.
« Because I… »
You were now in Heeseung's car, your heart beating crazily against your ribcage.
« What happened with Sunghoon? the driver asks, tone colder than a few hours ago.
- Nothing concerning you, you answer slowly, the name of the other man making you anxious.
- Y/N, what did Sunghoon told you? » Heeseung repeats, his voice a bit menacing as he places his car on the left side of the track, a gorgeous woman standing at your right with two flags in her hands. Soon, another vehicule stops just beside you. Not wanting to face Heeseung, you look at the window only to meet Sunghoon's fierce gaze. Your cheeks reddening, you quickly look in front of you, breath stuck in your chest.
« Well, if I win, you better tell me, he scoffs, foot on the pedal, pressing it hardly, both cars' motors roaring up.
- No, you frown, your hands clasping against the belt.
- It wasn't a question, » he finally says as a loud sound comes from an air horn signalling the start of the race.
Your words got stuck in your throat as the car dash at an alluring speed, your hands quickly grabbing the door's handdle to keep yourself steady.
« Fuck you Lee Heeseung for pulling me in this shit, you curse, feeling like your heart could explode anytime.
- The pleasure is mine baby, he smirks, shooting a glance in the rearview mirror, seeing as Sunghoon was close behind you, I can't believe it's his first time, you don't drive like this on your first time, he chuckles lowly, accelerating.
- Well, don't blame me if I end up barfing in your car, you say, breathless as he took a sharp turn on the left, your head almost colliding harshly against the window.
- Mark your territory pretty, » he only chuckles loudly.
It was a close race, one you couldn't tell who will win. And to be honest, you were more on the verge of throwing up and dying than to take care on who was winning. The only thing you could do was to focus on your breathe, cursing here and there and wondering why on earth did you accept to accompagny him, for what? Some dumb stationnary things you could buy yourself?!
In no time, you heard another loud bang of air horn, concluding the end of the race. Your eyes previously closed, opened slowly to reveal the crowd cheering for you.
« Did you win? You ask, voice weak and wet.
- Yup, I won baby, » the playboy declares, quickly opening his door as people were cheering loudly for him.
He quickly blend into the crowd, happily celebrating his victory as you got out of the vehicule, running to a secret corner to throw up. Coughing, tears in your eyes, you felt a striking pain in your head.
« I hate this man so much... kof kof... » you blabber, wiping your mouth with the hem of your hoodie.
You hurriedly dash out of the car once the latter stops in front of your house. The ride back was silent as you had closed your eyes all along, not answering the winner even once.
« Hey, Heeseung spoke, after stepping out of his car too, hands in his pockets, he makes his way towards you, a grin evident adorning his face, care to explain what had happened between you and Sunghoon now that I won?
- No. And after this night, I think I hate you even more, you spat, tiredness written all over your face.
- All right all right, what did I even do this time? he smirks, coming closer to you, his scent invading your nostrils as the wind carries his perfume.
- I... I freaking threw-, » you said before feeling another wave of vomit climbing back up your esophagus, your hand clasping against your lips.
Seeing your state, Heeseung couldn’t help but laugh out loud, his bright smile making you blush.
« It’s alright, just throw up, » he snickers as you walk fast away from him, crouching down near the drain in front of your house. Soon enough, you throw up once more, feeling breathless and thirsty. You then feel two warm hands tying your hair up in a makeshift ponytail, then a delicate hand massaging the back of your neck.
« I’m sorry I had to put you through this, but I had to win, » he smiles, his eyes inked to the back of your head as you cough, a few tears escaping your eyes.
Lee Heeseung, apologizing? This does not goes together very well. But why does he sound so sincere? Did he really meant those words?
« And for what? What did you won? » You ask, spitting not so gracefully in the drain, feeling well aware of his eyes on you, at this point you couldn’t care because your head was throbbing so painfully that receiving a bullet in your skull was the only solution you could think of.
« I was wishing for a chance with you actually, he said unbothered while you choked on your own saliva.
- Are you kidding me? You say, your throat so dry you feel like all the water in your body left you when you threw up.
- Nope, I want you. » he said, crouching down next to you, his fingers cupping your jaw to make you look at him. His thumb coming up to wipe off the saliva at the corner of your lips, the movement making you dizzy.
In the breezy night, it felt like only you and Lee Heeseung remained on Earth as time seems to have stopped. His eyes were hypnotizing you, your breathing stopping as you contemplate each other. For a second, your mind sure felt bewitched by his pupils. You felt like you were drunk, was it the effect of your periods? The fatigue? The stress? Or was it simply because of him?
« Make me love you… you breathed out, quietly.
- Mh? He only hums, slowly approaching his face closer to yours.
- If you so want me… then try to make me love you… you whisper, your ears and cheeks turning crimson as your heartbeat pounded furiously.
- Are you allowing me to? Because once I start, there’s no turning back, and… I will not accept any complain coming from your pretty lips » he mutters, his eyes closing slowly.
On the contrary, your eyes opened wildly, is he really going to kiss you? Like, right now? Your thoughts invaded your brain and without thinking twice, you quickly pushed him away, both your hands on his toned chest before getting up and running towards your house.
« I threw up! You say embarrassed as you fidget with your purse while searching for your keys.
- Wouldn’t have bothered me… » he mumbles to himself as he chuckles, a smirk plastered on his face as he watches you, hands in his pockets.
아홉.
« Farther, a little bit farther, high in the sky
I’ve come a white star as I fly away
Never seen it before
(Such warm eyes) »
You sigh in relief as you remember that it was Saturday.
« Finally alone! » You huffed softly, stretching out on your bed as birds are chirping.
Thanks to your great organisation, you already did all your homework too, so the weekend will be pretty chill. As you were humming contently, memories of what happened last night flew in your head and you quickly hide your tomato face in your cushions, screaming your frustration out.
« Are you okay girl? A deep voice asks.
- Huh? You’re back?! You instantly lift your head up to look up at your big bro, standing against the door of your room.
- Yup. Why did you screamed like a dead hen? Did you realized you’ll be single for the rest of your life? He grins mockingly.
- Shut up you cow! You spoke back, yeeting a pillow in his direction which he avoids easily.
- Breakfast’s ready, move yo ass down. » He smiles, satisfied before going down the stairs.
Fortunately for you, the breakfast went smoothly, catching up with your brother and spending time with your family is something you particularly enjoy.
« Someone threw up in the drain just in front of our house, if I catch them I’ll send them to Hades! Rumbles your dad as your face turn pale and you gulp down.
- If only you knew Dad… you thought to yourself, once again remembering Heeseung’s lips near yours.
- Hey, why are ya red like this? Smirks your brother, teasing you for the ninth time.
- Eggs are hot, you try to dissuade him, glaring.
- They’ve been on your plate for an hour what do you mean they’re hot? Liar. » He replies back, an eyebrow cocked, not believing you one bit.
You just snort and keep on eating, missing the way your brother’s stare remained on you for a bit longer than usual, examining your face.
**Buzz buzz**
The table trembles slightly as your phone vibrates. All eyes on you as you check your notifications. Some messages from an unknown number. Well…. Not so unknown if you’re being honest because you knew exactly who it was.
« Answer, grins your brother.
- No phone at the table. Strictly orders your mom.
- Mom, your daughter is probably seeing your future son-in-law, snickers your brother which earns a small kick from you under the table, ouch! Why so violent sis?
- The day my daughter will have a boyfriend will be the day your father will stops snoring, your mother chuckles as your phone keeps vibrating, Y/N answer the poor boy.
- …, you watch every member of your family before sighing, okay…, » you mumble, taking your phone and walking away.
You then isolated yourself in the kitchen, a groggy voice reaching your eardrums.
« Hey beautiful, he greets you, the raspy voice being a clue of his recent awakening.
- What? You answer drier than intended, making him chuckle.
- Do you feel better? He asks, his eyes closed as your voice soothe his heart.
- Yes… thank you… for holding up my hair…, you mumble shyly, suddenly embarrassed about the fact you actually threw up before a human other than your family.
- Are you free? I want to see you. His tone sounded so pleading, you thought for a second.
- …Let’s buy what you had promised me, you whisper softly, unconsciously smiling.
- All right, will be here in 20, » he says, making a kissing sound before hanging up.
Your cheeks flushed when you realized he sent you a flying kiss. Before quickly shaking your head and slapping your cheeks. « Get your shot together Y/N! » you think to yourself.
« It was cheesy sis, sneers your brother peeking through the door, I actually can’t believe my sister has a date like right now, by the way can you run some errands for me? I will send you by texts. Thank you! He quickly says before disappearing.
- This kid I swear, I wonder if I’m not the older sister sometimes. » You roll your eyes up before quickly preparing yourself.
« Is it a date? Is it not? » After all, Heeseung did promised to buy you some stationery items, right? So he was just fulfilling his promise, right? So why couldn’t you stop the speed of your heart nor the unstopping back and forth thoughts in your head? Twenty minutes flew by in an instant and you were nervously waiting for him in front of the gates.
A loud roaring takes your attention as you search for the familiar car of last night. Here you see Heeseung’s impressive car, stopping in front of you.
« Tut-tut-tut, before you go lemme do a small check, cut off your dad, surprisingly standing next to you, I gotta see who is taking my daughter away from me.
- Dad it’s not a date..! You mumble between gritted teeth as you watch anxiously the way Heeseung got out of his car to come to you.
- That’s what your mom told her dad on the first date with me, he scoffs before examining Heeseung from head to toe.
- Good morning, I’m Lee Heeseung, » the latter says, extending his hand after bowing politely to your dad.
Your dad only shakes the younger man’s hand, his grip strongly engulfing Heeseung’s one. He puts some more pressure on his grip before Heeseung tightens his too making your dad chuckles shortly.
« 11 PM, not one second more, » he just said before turning his heels away and going back home.
You scoff at what he said, rolling your eyes up.
« I‘ll be home earlier than that, » you shake your head in disbelief.
Lee Heeseung could only smile as he opens the door for you, before going to the driver seats and driving you two in direction of your favorite shop.
열.
« Deeply place me in your universe
(I’ll close my eyes)
Take me far away
And make me love you »
8 PM, you couldn’t believe your eyes as you saw the time. Did you just spent a whole day with the man you thought hated from your deepest guts? The day flew by so quickly you did not even noticed it. And you hated to admit it but you had a great time with him. It almost felt too real to be true.
You were sitting on a bench, facing a lake as some shopping bags were at your feet, a respectable distance between you and Heeseung.
**Buzz buzz**
Your phone vibrates as you were staring at the female duck and her children swimming in the water.
« Ayo sis, I’m sending you what I need, just go to the 24/7 store! Thank you! » was the text your brother sent you before a list followed right after.
« - Cigarettes
- Lighter
- Candies
- Lube
- Condoms- »
You cough out loud, almost throwing out your phone in the lake as you saw the two last items he needed.
« Is everything okay? Heeseung asks with a small frown upon seeing you coughing badly.
- Y-yeah…yeah yeah… you chuckle it off, looking elsewhere but him.
- Do you want to go home? I will drive you-
- No actually I need to buy some stuff for my brother you can go ahead, I’ll go home alone, you smile sheepishly.
- Your dad’s gonna kill me if he ever learn I let you go home alone, Heeseung responds, and he was right, besides, I do want to drive you home, » he smiles softly, grazing his eyes over your features.
You could only sigh. Secretly noticing how the Lee Heeseung you knew in college wasn’t the same one standing in front of you.
« Well… why should I be shy since you saw me spitting out my intestines? You finally say before standing back up on your feet. Let’s go, » your turn to face him, his eyes staring up at you.
You didn’t noticed the awkward feeling right away but now it was eating you up as you were in the aisle presenting every brand of condoms that existed.
« Did I miss a hint from you? Smirks Heeseung, a box of condoms in his hand as he fixes the product.
- Stop it, I already want to bury myself alive right now, you whisper lowly, checking your surroundings like a psycho every two seconds, checking if someone is witnessing you.
- Should I help you out? These ones are great, he said, pointing a particular brand on a shelf.
- God, I didn’t have to know! You bite down on your lower lip, heat quickly spreading across your cheeks and your chest.
- And for the lube, take this one, » he says softly, ignoring your words, his body suddenly behind you as he reaches for a box of lube, the proximity making you breathless.
It seems like you stopped working as you couldn’t answer him nor move. So Heeseung took the matter in his hands and grabs the necessary items in one hand and your own hand in his other before leading you to the cashier. He then puts down the items that were quickly scanned by the young lady, eyeing you not so secretly.
« 28080.55₩, announces the lady.
- W-what?! Twenty thousand freaking won for some condoms and lube?! You thought to yourself before a little sound comes from the POS machine, indicating that the payment was done.
- Thank you! Have a great night! Bow the cashier before you couldn’t even process anything.
- Let’s go, » says Heeseung, grabbing the plastic bag and your hand, leading you outside.
You only snapped back to reality once the cold wind hit your face.
« Why did you paid for it?! And why did you choose the most expensive ones?! Twenty thousand won for condoms and lube were not worth it!
- If we want to do it correctly, the price is not important, he grins, tilting his head curiously.
- It’s not for me! You blush furiously, looking away and walking towards his car, let’s go home now.
- Should we eat a bit before I drive you home? He offers.
- …Then let me pay for it, you suggest after taking a few seconds to think.
- Alright princess, » he smiles as you both enter his car.
Like promised, Lee Heeseung let you pay for the dinner. You didn’t know if he was doing it on purpose or not, but his menu was cheaper than you, almost making you believe that he didn’t wanted you to pay a crazy amount.
« Are you sure this will be enough? You only took some fries and a soda… you mutter, looking down at his tray.
- Don’t worry, just eat, he shakes his head, plopping one fries in between in lips, slowly munching on it as he stares at the window.
- Here… you extend your untouched burger close to his mouth, your lips in a thin line. Hurry before I take it out. »
Heeseung looks at you with wide eyes before a warm smile spread onto his lips, holding onto the eye contact as he bites in the burger. His hand engulfs yours placed on the burger as he munches slowly. You then noticed how his fingers are long and slim, bigger than yours.
« Liking the view? His words seemed oddly familiar, reminding you of the scenes that happened earlier this weekend, finding it odd how everything changed in only a week.
- It’s not too bad, you answer boldly this time, keeping the eye contact.
- Want to see more? He grins.
- Nope, no more, don’t cross the line, you suddenly stopped him, his eyes going wide, a shocked expression before he burst out laughing, what? You ask, in disbelief.
- Nah you’re just cute, » he says, his chin on his palm, watching you endearingly as you eat your burger.
You stopped in front of your house’s gates, turning around.
« Thank you, I guess? » You say in a sigh.
Heeseung comes close to you, taking the bags from your hands and putting them down.
« I’ve never in my life waited this long, he mumbled, hands clasping around yours.
- For what? You ask a bit incredulous, palms sweating as the unusual feeling creeping in your chest comes again.
- After everything I’ve done to you, you’re still clueless of my intentions? I even said it to you multiple times already, he chuckles, incredulously.
- It doesn’t change the fact that you’re a playboy Heeseung…
- Do you want me to stop? He grins, a loving beam in his eyes.
- And what if you do? You answer back, looking up at him, getting lost in his eyes.
- Then I can have you for myself, he whispers, leaning dangerously close to you.
- I don’t know… you speak softly, voice fainter and fainter.
- If I give you something you longed for ever since, will you let me kiss you? He stares deeply in your eyes, searching for any hints of rejection, none besides hesitation.
- Depends… » you say, not really sure what he meant by that.
He fiddles with something in his pocket before a too familiar stringed bracelet comes into your field of view: the one your childhood’s friend gifted you, your anti stress.
« How…
- It fell when you were escaping Jake the other day, he gave me this and I knew it belonged to you when you came back searching for it, he whispers as he ties it back around your wrist.
- Thank you… for the day… for the bracelet, you trail off, not taking your eyes off from the simple but precious accessory on your wrist.
- It’s okay… he murmurs, his finger lifting your chin up, so is that a yes? You’re not going to reject me now, right? You didn’t threw up nor-
- Hurry up before I change my mind! You hiss, blushing and hitting his chest lightly.
- I love you. »
His words caught you off guard as his lips meet yours in a sweet kiss. Warmth spreading everywhere in your body as you felt butterflies in your stomach. Kissing Lee Heeseung was so easy, he made it so easy by taking the lead, kisses intoxicating your trail of thoughts.
His gentle bite on your bottom lip made you gasp, his wet muscle quickly claiming yours in a burning tango.
From his point of view, Heeseung sneakily slide his hands on your hips, grabbing them firmly as he practically presses his body to yours. His eyes half opened to see the way your eyes fluttered or the way your cheeks flushed. His heart couldn’t take any more of it, pounding in sync with yours.
« Gosh you make me go insane Y/N… he whispers against your lips, heavy breathing as you both seems in a trance, forehead finally joining.
- I hate you…you lie, looking away.
- You’re so sneaky Y/N, » he chuckles, ready to capture your lips for another kiss.
A loud gasp emitted from behind you as you quickly step away from Heeseung, turning around to see your brother.
« Sorry to interrupt but… Lil sis, do you have my condoms? »
« K-kiss you, t-touch you, w-want you »
« Make me love you »
END.
Your Highness!
We are delighted to see you here!
After a long break, our Queen had finally decided to wake up and had works her magic again!
She charged me to inform you about her ongoing activities! Lots of things are happening so we are hoping you will enjoy them!
Apologizing for taking so long to come back, we wish you a happy day.
pairing: jeno x reader
genre: pure angst
warnings: implied character death, also it’s just angst
word count: 748
taglist: @infnteen @edgaralienpoe @itsapapisongo (i think there were other people on my general taglist i forgot soz)
It’s in these moments–alone in his apartment, bathed in the soft ambient light of the city as it filters in through his windows–that Jeno misses you the most. He stands stock still in the shadows, waiting. Anticipating a key in the lock that is never going to turn. The soft sound of your footsteps as you would pad across the cold vinyl floor on your way inside. The subtle scent of your perfume as it lingers in the air.
It’s in these moments–alone in his apartment, with nothing but the company of whatever tv show he turned on droning unnoticed in the background–that he loses all sense of time. He is miles away. In the future, where maybe someone else has come to fill this empty space. In the past, where you are back to fill this empty space. In the present, where there is only himself and his aching loneliness. Where the space around him feels endless and sharp like the blade of a knife. He cuts himself on it with his thoughts of you; bleeding memories out into his living room.
Time slows to a stop and he conjures up the image of you once more before him. Standing bathed in the soft glow of his desk lamp, soft skin illuminated from within and without. He runs his hand over your bare shoulder, follows the path his finger draws down your arm with his lips–pressing soft kisses here and there, dotting a path as you sigh and lean back into his touch.
He thinks of calling you again–maybe this time you will pick up. Against all odds, maybe this time will be different. But he thinks better of it; knows that all that would happen is the knife twisting inside of him deeper than it had before. The voice on your answering machine isn’t yours anymore. You’re gone. Nothing left except for the blood red of his memories and the ghost of your skin under the rough pads of his fingertips if he concentrates hard enough.
With a sigh, he walks into his bathroom, dropping his clothes into the overflowing basket in the corner before turning the water onto the hottest temperature he can stand. Allowing the liquid heat to burn away your touch. Steam fills his lungs and he feels like he’s drowning (he always feels like he’s drowning).
Jeno barely recognizes himself in the mirror anymore. He looks pale, his cheeks a little too thin–unwell. If he waits a moment to clean off the condensation from his shower, he can almost picture you in the water stained shapes standing beside him, telling him he should sleep more. Should take better care of himself. He knows it’s exactly what you would say–that you would worry, the way his friends worry over him now–but he can’t bring himself to do it anyway.
His bed feels cold as he slips inside, damp skin against sheets that really should be washed sometime soon. He buries himself in his blankets and prays that sleep comes sooner than later. Blissful sleep without any thought of the reality he currently lives in. Most nights it’s a dead sleep–alone in his bed. Four to six hours of peace (if he’s lucky) before the sun urges him awake and the cycle starts anew. Most nights. The rest are filled with dreams. Vibrant dreams. Dreams in technicolour. Dreams he wishes he could slip inside of forever. His subconscious thoughts summon your form and face better than he ever could while he is awake. In dreams you live the life you were meant to live together. Sometimes in this very apartment, sometimes in some far off land, sometimes in that cabin by the lake you visited once with a group of friends–young and in love. He can hold you in his dreams–solid, in his arms–the way you were supposed to be. He can kiss you in his dreams–soft lips stained with the cherry lip balm you always wore. He chases these dreams, and when he awakes the bitterness of the day prickles at the corners of his eyes with tears he thought he had gotten out already.
Tonight he isn't sure what he will get, but he hopes for the dreams. He feels the grip of sleep upon him after some time and, as has become his habit, speaks aloud into the silence of his apartment,
“Good night,” his voice is thick with sleep as a yawn threatens to interrupt the spell, “I love you.”
genre :: fluff, humor, feelings with friends? Friends with feelings??? Idk man
wc :: 0.3k
warnings (for the teaser) :: swearing, mentions of food
notes :: @sakvas </3 here you go, for the sunghoon drabble won't be seeing the light of the day for a while gwfvrg.
likes and reblogs are appreciated!
Of all the places your first kiss with Sunoo could happen, it happens in front of baskin robbins, as you catch him stealing glances at your lips while you rambled about how much you loved Cookies ‘n cream.
You notice and smile as he catches up with your pace from behind.
“Kiss me,” and it catches him off guard.
“H-huh?” Sunoo stutters a little, eyes wide open as a bright shade of red slowly paints his ears. He shyly tears his gaze from yours, intent to look anywhere but into your eyes.
“Yes,” you feel a small chuckle bubble up inside as you try (keyword: try) to give him a reassuring smile..
Sunoo looks at you, bewildered, for a moment– and looks down at the cup of ice cream he’s holding. Mint chocolate.
Shit, you hated mint chocolate. And he wasn't going to kiss you tasting like, according to what you claim to taste like toothpaste.
And so, Sunoo stammers again- tripping over his words and feelings alike. “But I just had-” he opens his mouth to reason
“Well, a little mint chocolate won't hurt,” you shrug off his doubts like specks of dust off your shirt, and stretch your free hand out for him to take.
“So,” you shoot him a smile, to which he responds with one so warm– that you can’t help but melt into. “Won’t you do the honour?”
And surprisingly, he does.
Sunoo leans forward, both your lips meeting each other's in a soft kiss. It was a little sloppy, maybe a little rushed. But it gave you butterflies, and you couldn't help but smile against the lip pressed against yours.
Your mouth tastes nothing but sweet against his, cookies 'n cream working their magic while his felt refreshing against yours, mint chocolate working theirs.
After what seemed like ages, you pull away-- with the softest chu. Breathing heavily, lips a little bitten from the kiss.
“So?” Sunoo smiles through small huffs, infecting you with it as well. You carefully reach out to touch his rosy cheeks and pull his face a little bit closer, a mischievous grin playing on your lips.
"I still stand by the fact that mint chocolate tastes like toothpaste."
five times changbin had soft heart eyes for you <3
pairing: changbin and gn!reader; genre: fluff, established relationship, very slight angst; warnings: none; word count: 1.1k
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note: hi, here is my delayed comeback lmao i thought i can immediately proceed to writing when my finals ended but i just felt more exhausted right after so i decided to give myself more time before i continued this. this was a celebration for changbin's birthday, supposedly, but at least i still got to post it. hope you enjoy this either way :D
check the rest of the series: chan | minho | changbin | hyunjin | jisung | felix | seungmin | jeongin
when you visited him right away because the rest of the boys left him for their break. he wasn’t able to go home in an instant since his sister told him she’ll fetch him from there a few days later. you were aware of their break, and once you asked him if he was going home already, you packed your bags quickly as soon as you receive the message, “not yet, honey!” you underestimated his reaction to your presence in front of the door. he was so smiley and he spaced out while staring at you too many times the whole time you were there until the day he needed to go home. he actually got a little sulky when his sister dragged him away from you because he wanted you to stick with him more, but you told him you can call him right when he gets into his sister’s car. he’s that clingy guy! one minute into the car ride, your phone rang, and the first thing you saw was him with puppy eyes. you really couldn’t resist him, so you let him whine loudly on your phone as he physically got farther from you every second.
when you accompanied him to the arcade when everyone wasn’t in the mood to join him. he knew he shouldn’t be pissed since everyone’s tired, but he was so thankful that you kept up with his never-ending energy. much to his surprise, you were also thrilled to compete with him in every single game in the arcade. you were mostly losing since changbin played in that arcade hundreds of times already. the last time you went here was for your date, and that was at least a year ago, so it was obvious that you were not trained to the core with the games. but when you finally beat him against one of his favorite games, he wasn’t able to take his eyes off of you when you were jumping in glee. he thought that maybe he should let you win from now on to see you smile. he should play video games with you in his place and intentionally lose every night just to make you win and see happiness visible on your face. he might never sulk to you because your delightful grin and glittering eyes make up for his insignificant loss.
when you came to him, not feeling yourself. you were too tired from all of the work you did for the last few days, so you spent your short rest time at night with changbin. he was nice enough to pick up your call and arrived at your place quickly with food for you two to munch silently for dinner. changbin encountered this state of yours occasionally, and he was understanding enough to not be overwhelming in your quiet and peaceful space. while you were slowly nibbling on your food and staring somewhere in your room, changbin looked at you. honestly, he was concerned. but he realized you found comfort in him, and that melted his heart so much that he wasn’t able to stop admiring your presence. you didn’t mind resting with him and the first thing you did to rest was call him. he thought of it again and again and he almost sighed blissfully in joy so loudly while looking at you, your legs and arms entangled with his. his short time of falling in love with you all over again was interrupted by the sound of your faint chuckle. you told him that his ears were burning, and you were confused about why.
when you felt like the clingier one in the pair, you have no reason but you felt like clinging to changbin for a whole month. when you begged changbin to be your pillow for the day, he couldn’t be happier than ever—he was ecstatic. days like this just made you want to melt in your bed with changbin beside you, and he always looked forward to that time of the month from you. so when changbin dived into your bed and let you wrap your arms around him, he felt small, in a good way. he felt loved. you hugging him really hit differently, and he could exist for the rest of his life in between your arms. once night fell and you fell asleep with him in your arms, changbin saw you, the moonlight shining on your face, and he couldn’t help but touch your face delicately and be the one hugging you through the night. but you were still holding onto him tightly, so he spent some time gazing at your beauty until his eyelids fell on their own. he couldn’t tell how long he stared at your face, but he knew it was worth it. because you woke up, and you looked more breathtaking than last night. there was this glow on your face, and he followed your face and figure the whole morning as you did your morning routine, utterly aware that he spent most of his night analyzing every gorgeous feature on your face with so much love filled in his heart.
when you let him lead the way during your trip for your anniversary as a couple. changbin prepared a whole itinerary for your anniversary, and the first thing you told him was to bring you to wherever place he wanted to spend time with you. the whole day was amazing, and you weren’t able to imagine any other first-anniversary date better than this—it was perfect. the day almost ended and you spent the last few hours of the day by the park with a fireworks display. changbin had too much pride that you wouldn’t fear the loudness. but unfortunately, both of you ran away because of how loud the display was, as you were considerably near the actual fireworks. when you stayed under a tree, still not that far from the display, you watched the sky with your ears covered. changbin did the same for a bit until he heard muffling noises—your gasps of joy and fascination. he moved his head, and he knew what he was gonna see: your face with so much wonder. gosh, he loved seeing you so happy. he thought the misfortune with the fireworks display slightly ruined the day, but he guessed not, since you were still enjoying it. he spent the rest of the display looking at you and your sparkly eyes instead of the fireworks. when the fireworks display was over, you instantly chattered about it on your way home, and he did not stop looking at you with the same sparkly eyes as you.
CONTAINS: established relationship (Chan and Reader), use of foul language, jeongin addresses Y/n as noona, brief implication of aftercare at the end.
SMUT WARNINGS: dom!Chan, sub!reader, switch!Jeongin, inexperienced/virgin!jeongin, established relationship, virginity taking, cuckolding, humiliation, guided sex, overstimulation, masturbation, fingering and oral (f. receiving), slight objectification (reader gets referred to as a toy), praise, piv, creampie, just Bang Chan teaching Jeongin how to pleasure a woman while he watches
WORD COUNT: 4,529k words
A/n: this was meant to be released for my kinktober series but since i didn't get to post it, I'll just post it outside of the series. It just so happens that this was also the top pick on the poll that I had on the other day. So what you ask is what you receive. Enjoy, ya filthies!
It feels weird to be under a man's body, even more so now that you lay naked beneath him— but not that it's your first time. Either way, this is still something you consider a foreign experience, but this said man above you is no stranger.
Jeongin is one of your boyfriend's bandmates and friends, and you've gotten to know him over the course of your relationship with Chan. He's the youngest one in the group, their little baby bread as they call him, and if you were honest, he is adorable— his youthful appearance with his cheerful smile was enough to make you gush. But right now, he's far from being his usual adorable self. His once bright eyes that you've grown familiar with are replaced with a lustful gaze, a dark aura surrounding him like a veil making him almost unrecognizable. This was a whole new side of him that you'd never seen before, something far more intense compared to his stage presence when performing.
"Isn't she pretty, Innie?" You hear your boyfriend say as he stays seated on the chair directly in front of the bed, giving him a full view of what was about to happen. "Really, really pretty, hyung," Jeongin practically breathes out as he moves his hand to grab your boob, the cold rings on his fingers against your warm skin making you shiver. You see him hesitate a bit at first, but he quickly pushes it back down. He's always wanted you just like this, to have you as his own, to just touch you, feel you, or even love you. But because he respects you and your relationship with Chan, and he values his friendship with him, he chooses not to act on it. He's no homewrecker after all.
But a simple crush on your hyung's girlfriend won't hurt, right?
Nope, not at all. Chan even thought that it was adorable seeing his little maknae blush whenever you're around. He caught on to Jeongin's little crush on you fairly quickly, because who wouldn't? He doesn't miss how his ears would turn to beat red whenever you would sit beside him during movie night, or how Jeongin would blush whenever you give his hair a little ruffle right before you leave the dorms, his fox-like eyes turning into little crescents as he smiles.
Chan has no problem with Jeongin harboring feelings toward you. because who wouldn't? You're beautiful, sexy, smart; a whole package. So when he realizes that the younger man likes you, he decided that he can use it to his own advantage— to fulfill one of his dirtiest desires.
"You'd do anything for me, right baby?" Chan finds himself asking you the other day while he fucks you from behind, your back flush against his back while he looks at you through the mirror in front of you, never breaking eye contact. Of course, you nod right away, eager to please him as always. "Yeah? You would? Hm?" All you could do was moan out a 'yes', way too lost in the pleasure his cock gives you. "What if I let one of my mates fuck you while I watch, hm? Would you like that, baby?"
You? Getting fucked by another man? While he watches?
Chan doesn't miss the way how you deliciously clench around him at the thought, making him chuckle. "I knew my little slut would love to have another man fuck her. Because my cock isn't enough, isn't that right, sweetheart? Always needing more to fill that needy hole of yours?"
He really does have a way with his words, like a fucking charmer, that was what he was. So it was no surprise that Chan got you on board with it so quickly. And Jeongin? To say that he agreed almost immediately the moment Chan told him about his idea and that he's allowed to touch you in the unholiest of ways is an understatement.
And that's how you ended up in this position, laying on an expensive hotel bed while Jeongin takes his precious time fondling your tits. "She feels so... soft," you hear him mutter, making Chan chuckle fondly. "She is, isn't she? I could never get tired of touching her," he sighs as he stands up and sits by the edge of the bed. "I don't know where to start," says the youngest, looking back to ask for help from Chan. "That's okay, Hyung will teach you and Y/n is more than glad to help," Chan replies, briefly flashing you a smile. "Isn't that right, angel?" You nod your head in reply, flushing when Jeongin looks back at you with the same lustful gaze.
"Good girl," Chan praises, reaching over to cup your face. "Now," he suddenly says, moving to stand beside the bed. "Do you know what you're here for, angel?" Your boyfriend asks you, his voice gentle as always, a massive contrast to what is going on right now. "T-to help Jeongin?" you squeak out, shivering a bit when Jeongin's thumb brushes against your nipple. "That's right, baby. All you have to do is just lay there and be a good little toy for Jeongin, yeah? He's gonna use you for a bit, so make sure you put on a good show for me too." With that, Chan retreats back to the chair, and for a moment, you start to miss his warmth beside you, but you push your feelings aside. Right now, your job is to be a good girl and let their youngest use you just as he pleases.
You quietly gulp as you focus your eyes back on Jeongin, only to see him smiling fondly at you. "Don't worry, noona," he breathes out, "I'll take good care of you." He tells you that as he rubs comforting circles on the skin of your hip. From the corner of your eye, you see Chan get comfortable on the chair, spreading his legs only to emphasize his growing boner. "Finger her first," he says as he palms himself through his jeans. "She likes getting prepped up before she takes my cock. It would be great if you manage to make her cum too." With that, Jeongin wastes no time adjusting himself so that he could spread your legs even further just to see your wet cunt glistening against the lights of the room. The sight of you laying naked beneath him with your legs spread, exposing your pussy to him made him feel like he was a high schooler again watching his first-ever porn video. He's that hard, cock twitching just from the slightest friction that he gets from his clothing whenever he shifts in his spot.
His long, slender fingers make their way through your folds, experimentally gathering your wetness and prodding against your hole. You feel warm under his touch, fingers easily gliding against your cunt as he familiarizes himself, besides, this is the first time he could touch a woman like this. Becoming an idol at such an early age has its cons, and one of them is not being able to date just like kids his age. He was too busy juggling training and school to even entertain even some kind of fling, and now that he's an idol, he's either too busy or too tired. In short, he's a virgin, with no experience whatsoever. Heck, he doesn't even have a first kiss yet. Every knowledge he has right now is either through experiences his friends have or through the porn he's watched over the years.
He doesn't know how Chan does it, being in a relationship while being an idol, but one thing is for sure— he's one lucky guy to have a hot girlfriend like you.
With a shaky breath, Jeongin manages to slip his finger inside, and he nearly shivers at how warm you feel around him. It was unlike what he had imagined it would be, your warm velvety walls wrapping around his digit. "So fucking wet," he can't help but grunt out while he feels he feels you, exploring the inside of your cunt. "Use two fingers, Jeongin. She likes being stretched out like that," Chan says nonchalantly, making Jeongin look back at him with concern lacing his features, "But what if I hurt her—"
"She can take it, it's just two fingers after all. She's had more." His voice was clear and firm, oozing with absolute authority that made Jeongin not question him any further. That's just how Chan was, his natural dominance making everything easily fall under his control. So, the youngest does what he was told, pushing in a second finger inside your cunt making you moan at the sudden stretch, your hole fluttering around Jeongin's fingers, and it nearly startles him. He doesn't know if you were moaning out in pain or in pleasure, so he looks at you, slightly panicked. You almost coo at Jeongin's worried gaze, heart absolutely touched that he's not too horny enough to not look after you, so you flash him a reassuring smile, and in return, you see how he visibly relaxes as he now focuses on fingering you.
You savor the pleasure Jeongin's inexperienced hands give you. Sure, he's not good at fingering you yet, but the length of his fingers surely makes up for it. He's reaching certain depts not even you nor your boyfriend can reach, and you absolutely love it, but it wasn't enough and you needed more. Chan senses your dissatisfaction judging by the way you sound and wriggle beneath the younger man, a skill he's mastered over the course of your sex life. "Try curling your fingers upward, Innie." He says, shifting on his spot as he adjusts his own length beneath his clothing, his jeans feeling a bit too tight now.
Jeongin briefly looks back at Chan, giving him a curt nod before looking back at you, experimentally curling and wiggling his fingers upwards, just like what he was told until he sees you jolt with the sudden burst of pleasure that shoots throughout your body when he manages to graze over your sweet spot. "There!" You blurt out, unconsciously clenching around the youngest's fingers. "Here?" Jeongin asks, a bit unsure as he grazes the same spot again, the action making you gasp. "Fuck— yes, right there. Keep fingering me like that," you babble out, shifting your hips to chase the pleasure his fingers bring.
"Good job, Jeongin. You found it," He doesn't know why, but his cock stirs at the sound of Chan's praise, which also gives him a profound sense of confidence. "Stay still, noona," he says, his free hand moving to keep your hips still when he finally drills his fingers faster into you, solely focusing on the spot that makes your toes curl and your eyes roll to the back of your head. "Feels good, baby?" You hear your boyfriend ask you, so you nod, not trusting your voice at the moment. You don't wanna hear how pathetic you feel for falling apart so easily under the touch of another man. "Speak up, Y/n. You know how to speak, do you? Tell Jeongin how good he's making you feel." You whine at his words, your embarrassment showing through the blush that spreads through your cheeks as you open your eyes to look at the younger man on top of you. "F-feels good," you mumble out, "Your fingers feel so good, Innie— ah! T-thank you."
"Good girl." You hear your boyfriend praise you, making you clench around the younger man's fingers. "You still feel so tight around me," Jeongin all but groans out, pulling his fingers out to rub circles on your clit, making you moan out loud, your hands grip the sheets below you. "Can she take in 3 fingers, hyung?" Jeongin asks, craning his neck to look back at him. "Hmm, what do you think? Do you think you can stretch that cunt out?" Chan's words sounded like a challenge that he absolutely wants to take on. "I think she can," he responds confidently before turning to look at you. "You can, right? For me?" All you could do was helplessly nod, wiggling your hips. "Words, Y/n."
Damn
You didn't know why but hearing Jeongin drop all of the formalities toward you sounded so hot, especially when he was starting to sound confident. You swallow the drool that was threatening to leave your lips before muttering a quiet 'yes' with a curt nod of your head. Moments later, you feel a third finger squeezing through your walls, making you hiss at the stretch it gives, your cunt fluttering around Jeongin's digits. "Holy shit," he says almost breathlessly. "I know right?" You hear Chan say in agreement with an amused tone. "I've been fucking that pussy for ages now and I still can't believe how much that tiny slutty hole of hers can take."
You clench at his words, already feeling the familiar knot forming in your stomach. You never thought that being in this kind of setup would turn you on that much, you never even thought that this would work out so well. Having two pairs of eyes on you, watching you in your most vulnerable state, fingers that don't belong to your boyfriend stretching out your cunt— everything was new to you, but boy were you glad to try this out.
"G-gonna cum," you whine out weakly, clenching the sheets below you when Jeongin brushes his thumb against your sensitive bundle of nerves. "Oh fu-ck— Please, I wanna cum! Can I? Can I, please?" Your eyes find Chan's as you pleaded for your release, giving him the best puppy eyes that you could muster in hopes that he'll allow it. "That's not up to me to decide, I'm just a spectator after all," he replies nonchalantly with a shrug, hand visible squeezing the outline of his cock, before shifting his gaze to Jeongin's figure. "You're Jeongin's toy for tonight, don't you remember? What he says, goes."
You whine at that, tears of frustration now building up in your eyes as you look at the younger man fingering you. "P-please, Innie. Let me cum," you beg as you look at him, lips trembling as you suppress a sob, hoping that he's not mean enough to rob you of your orgasm. But Jeongin only smiles, albeit small, as he wipes away a tear that falls from the inner corner of your eyes before pulling his fingers away from your aching pussy, only to adjust himself to lay in between your legs. "You can't cum yet, noona. I wanna taste you first."
His large hands grip the flesh of your thighs, further spreading your legs open while his eyes stay glued to your cunt, your wetness smeared all over it. Jeongin swears he can feel his mouth water at the sight, his heart practically beating against his chest. Your cheeks heat up at the close proximity between your pussy and his face, and for a while, you felt glad that you decided to get waxed a few days before, ensuring that you were completely bare and ready.
"Make sure you lick all over that cunt, Jeongin. Get her wet and sloppy," your boyfriend says, his cock already out and leaking. "Make sure you suck on that clit too, she always makes the prettiest noises when I do that." Chan then moves from the chair to the bed, sitting at the edge to get a proper view of Jeongin eating you out. The youngest briefly looks at him before focusing back on you, his tongue darting out to finally taste you. He drags the muscle from your clit, through your folds, then to your hole, gathering the wetness on his tastebuds. "Fuck, why do you taste so good?" Jeongin groans out before resuming his ministrations, lapping at your cunt like a starved man, making Chan chuckle. "See? Didn't I tell you she's got a good pussy?" Your boyfriend says, his hand gripping the base of his own cock. "Now try sucking on her clit."
Jeongin does as follows, wrapping his pretty lips around your sensitive bundle of nerves. The moment you feel him suckling against you, you choke out a gasp, your back arching off the bed as your hands fly up to clutch at his hair. "Fuck!" you moan out, your toes curling in pleasure as you look at your boyfriend, whining out his name, but he doesn't pay you any attention. "Yeah, that's it. You'll make her cum if you keep on doing that," Chan says, too busy watching the youngest member of his group lap at his girlfriend's pussy.
He releases your clit with a pop just before he uses his tongue to circle around it before trailing it through your folds, basically toying with your slit to savor your taste. "I just wanna eat this pussy out forever," he says before trailing his lips against your inner thighs, laying feather-like kisses on your skin. "This pussy feels even better around cock, you wanna try it?" Your boyfriend says, using his own fingers to drag against your folds, the familiar sensation making you whine and grind against his digits. He still wasn't paying attention to you, too focused on talking with the younger man, and all he does was firmly pin your hips against the mattress, a silent message that tells you to stop moving.
"Fuck," Jeongin only curses at the idea of finally getting to fuck you, "shit, yeah, I wanna fuck her."
It doesn't take long for him to shimmy out of his clothing, lowering his sweats down to his ankles along with his underwear, and discard it somewhere in the room. His shirt follows soon after, leaving him in his naked glory. His cock lays heavily between his legs and his abs look firm and taut. And his shoulders? It was always difficult to see Jeongin as a man because he's the youngest of all the members, and sometimes you tend to forget that he's already 22, not the same 17-year-old you first met with braces and all that. His shoulders were broad and his arms are well defined, obviously the result of going to the gym with his hyungs.
God, he's just so hot.
You watch as his long, veiny hands grip his cock that was already hard with precum beading at the flushed tip. "Go on, fuck her already," your boyfriend only coaxes, holding your legs open for him.
Jeongin shudders the moment his cock comes in contact with your pussy, practically grinding himself against your wetness, coating his length with slick. He felt as if he could cum just like this, but that's someone he wants to put off till later. He has to fuck you first.
"Wanna feel you around me, noona," he breathes out, using his cock to tease your clit just like what he sees in the porn he watches, and Jeongin just couldn't help but moan at how pornographic everything looks like— you under him, legs spread wide with your puffy cunt in display, and to make things even more arousing is that he gets to fuck you in front of your boyfriend.
Jeongin takes over in spreading your legs, his hands taking over Chan's before guiding his cock against your hole. His lower lip is caught between his teeth as he slowly pushes in, head thrown back in pleasure the moment he feels your walls wrap around his cock until he's buried up until the hilt, making the two of your moan in unison. He feels way different than Chan, even though your boyfriend was a bit thicker in width, Jeongin was a bit on the longer side, making you feel like he's deep within your guts.
"How does my toy feel around you, Innie?" Chan can't help but ask, admiring both of your blissed-out states. "Fucking perfect, hyung. Fucking hell." Jeongin replies almost immediately, gripping your thighs for dear life. You can feel his length twitching inside of you, that action alone making you clench around him, making him his. "God, stop clenching around me, please," Jeongin whines out, "I don't wanna cum yet. You feel so fucking good."
"Feels better than fucking your fist, right?" The sound of your boyfriend's voice makes you search for him, only to find him back on the chair, now stroking his own length, using his own spit as lube. "Way fucking better— ah, shit!"
With just a few experimental thrusts, Jeongin felt like he was gonna melt with how good you feel around him and you watch as how his chest rises and falls as he controls himself. He first started off slow, savoring the pleasure of your velvety walls around his cock before adapting a faster pace, making you grunt and whine. You so desperately want to tell him to angle his hips a bit or to at least put a pillow behind your back just for him to graze your sweet spot, but you stayed silent, letting use you just the way your boyfriend intended.
"Try thrusting deeper instead of faster, Innie. Angle your hips a bit," Chan says as if he's read your mind. "You can't just fuck and cum and call it fucking. Our toy needs to feel good too."
"Okay, okay— shit— okay," Jeongin says as he stills, catching his breath before adjusting himself, thrusting a bit differently now. "H-how will I know that I'm making noona feel good?"
"Remember to always look at her face and listen to the sounds she makes, that's how you'll know."
It took a while for him to get a hang of it, following Chan's words which helped him become more attentive towards you. He watches you intently, looking for any discomfort or pleasure, making sure to listen to all of the sounds you make. It didn't take long before he finds that spot that made you gasp and clench, eyes going wide as you grasp at the sheets.
"There you go," Chan says, "looks like you've found it."
With your boyfriend's approval, he did his best to hit the same spot over and over again until you turn into putty. "You can go faster and a bit rough now, Innie. Just don't forget to keep fucking her spot and rub her clit."
To say you became a moaning mess was an understatement. Jeongin was quick to learn and become familiar with your cunt, so it was long before you have tears spilling from your eyes while Jeongin fucks you with reckless abandon. You watch how he hungrily eyes your tits before taking a nipple into his mouth, wrapping his lips around the bud before groping the other, all the while he plays with your swollen clit. "Fuck, Innie— fuck!" You cry out, your nails scratching his back while your legs wrap around his waist, locking him in so that he can fuck into you deeper.
"Holy shit, look at you," Chan grunts out, fucking his fist at the same pace Jeongin fucks you with, "fucking my girl so well." He pushes himself off the chair and walks towards the bed, teasing the head of his pulsing cock as he watches you get fucked. "She feels so fucking good, hyung. I feel like I'm gonna cum," Jeongin whimpers out the moment he releases your nipple from his mouth, his arms now caging you below him as he continues to fuck you.
"You need to make her cum first, Innie," Chan coos out as he pushes the hair out of Jeongin's face almost lovingly as if he wasn't in the middle of fucking your brains out. "You can't cum first before the woman." The youngest whines at that, his legs almost shaking with how close he already is, but he chooses to hold it in a bit longer. Chan was right, if he wants to learn how to fuck, he needs to also learn how to not cum early. So he pauses for a bit only to let a dribble of spit fall into your cunt, his tongue lolling out to get every last bit of his saliva out before fucking you again, bending your legs, almost pressing it against your chest to fuck you harder and deeper while his thumb attaches to your clit.
"Oh my god, fuck! Jeongin!" You moan out, mouth hanging from the pleasure as you clench around him, the familiar knot in your stomach forming. "Look at you, baby," your boyfriend finally talks to you, making you look at him with hazy eyes. "You're about to cum around someone else's cock, love. Aren't you?" You wrap your lips around Chan's thumb that moment you feel him graze your lower lip, moaning in relief the moment you taste the familiar saltiness of his precum. You only nod dumbly, eyelids getting heavy. You're so so close, and Jeongin feels like he's about to combust with how you're clenching around him.
"Cum for me, noona. Please, please, please. I wanna feel you cum around me," he practically begs, his fucked out expression and labored breaths bringing you closer to the edge.
You cum with a silent scream, white blinding your vision as you convulse and arch your back, which only gave Jeongin the green light to finally, finally, cum. He moans against your ear, his body tensing up as he nears his release. All it took was a few more thrusts before he cums with a shout, his fingers digging into your hips as he spills deeps inside of you, filling you to the brim. Your boyfriend follows soon after, jerking off his cock until he comes with a groan, painting your chest and face before finishing the rest of the way inside of your mouth.
It took Jeongin all of his strength to pull after you soon after, poor cock spent and oversensitive to the point where pulling out felt like it was enough to make him pee, but the sight of his cum oozing out of your gaping hole makes up for it. Chan was quick to push it in though, his fingers stuffing it back up, making you twitch.
"Have you learned enough today, Jeongin?" Chan asks him, his cock now tucked back into his jeans, giving you loving pets on your hair before planting a kiss on your forehead. He'll definitely spoil you tomorrow and take you out shopping.
Chan chuckles when Jeongin answers him with a muffled yes, his head buried into the pillows as he lays beside you, obviously tired and spent from losing his virginity for the first time. "Good," your boyfriend simply says, now turning to check up on him. He wipes the two of you clean soon after before running a warm bath, something to help soothe your tired muscles.
The aftercare was equally amazing with Chan letting Jeongin and you cuddle up with him, now wearing comfortable sleepwear. But just as Jeongin was about to sleep, he doesn't miss what Chan had whispered into his ear.
"You need more practice. I'm sure Y/n will be more than glad to help you with that."
