#frat!nct

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

⋆⭒˚.⋆ more than prepared ⋆⭒˚.⋆

summary: you never thought you'd be the one asking your boyfriend to take your virginity but after so long getting wound up and pushed to the point of madness, you're the one who has to make the move

word count: 5.2k

cw: MDNI 18+, f!reader, the plot is porn, virgin!reader, a little dry humping/grinding, dirty talk, praise, oral f!receiving (all my fictional men are munches idc), fingering, handjob, protected sex, p in v sex, multiple orgasms

a/n: feedback is very much appreciated :)))

dividers from cursed-carmine!

There couldn't possibly be another man on the face of the planet that made you feel the way Johnny Seo did. Sure, you were inexperienced. Sure, you'd had crushes before, but none of that compared to being with Johnny. Despite your sexual and romantic naivete, he never made you feel like it was a hindrance. In fact, nearly a year into your relationship, 10 months to be exact, you hadn't done more than make out with some heavy petting.

He was so pleased to go at your pace, that you were beginning to think you were the only one with sexual needs. You were a virgin, but you weren't dumb. You had assumed that he would show how much he was affected just based on his basic bodily responses, but that only happened once in a blue moon.

In less than a year, you'd gone from having never been kissed to ending make out sessions half way through because you just couldn't handle how hot everything became. There was a mix of arousal and nerves that would sit heavy in the pit of your stomach and make you stop what you were doing. A tiny voice that was just loud enough to make itself known over fuzziness in your head that told you you weren't ready for more.

For months, you let yourself be controlled by that tiny voice until you decided to take charge for yourself. Johnny made you feel safe, cared for, beautiful, and he made you feel good. Even if the extent of the pleasure so far was tingling lips and a hand up your shirt. You were proactive and you wanted to be prepared, so you started to do your research: best birth control methods, different birth control pills and their side effects, lube, condoms, best positions to lose your virginity in, everything! You were basically an expert in sex without even having it yet. You just needed to build up the courage to make a move…

Thankfully, you didn't have to wait long. The universe sends you the best opportunity there is to offer: your ovulation window, Johnny laid beneath you in your bed in gray sweatpants, a rainy day, and no commitments for the rest of the day.

Your knees cage him in on either side of his waist, your sheets tangled beneath the two of you already from your passionate exchange. Somewhere on the floor your shirt has been tossed aside in favor of less boundaries between your bodies. His lips taste sweet like the vanilla flavored chapstick he religiously swipes on, hands warm and firm on your hips. The sound of your lips against his own is only rivaled in volume by the sound of the rain against your window.

The familiar buzz of barely controllable arousal starts to set in, making your skin feel alive and your hips begin to rock slowly, experimentally. Johnny's grip tightens and you breathe out a soft whine against his lips, turning your head away for a second to fill your lungs with fresh air.

His lips trail down your neck, finding the spots only he knows about, the spots that drive you crazy with wanton need. You begin to rock against him harder, nothing crazy, but enough to show you need more. At least, you hope it's enough.

You tilt your head back, granting his mouth further access, as his lips travel south, mouthing at the exposed skin of your collar bones when your oversized t-shirt shifts. You feel like you're being driven insane, taking minute moments of pleasure while he hardly reacts.

You suck in a sharp breath, fingers tightening in his hair as bites a mark beneath your collar bone. "Johnny," you breathe out shakily, earning a distracted hum in response, "I want to have sex. With you. Right now."

He tenses beneath you, pulling away from your chest as he meets your eyes with a look of concern, "are you sure, honey?"

You nod, "John, I've been sure for almost two months now. I was waiting to see if I'd ever see you as wound up as I always am, but it hasn't happened yet and I'm going crazy."

He lets out a low chuckle, "I have to force myself to remember the periodic table when I feel myself start to get hard. I wanted you to tell me when you were ready, didn't want you to feel pressured at all."

You swear you feel your heart skip a beat, "and I really appreciate that, but I think if you don't have sex with me soon, like in the next few hours, I'll have to be locked away for my own sanity and your safety. Only if you want to of course."

"Of course I want to, I'd be crazy not to," Johnny replies, a gentle hand tucking your hair behind your ear, "but I don't have any protection. I wasn't expecting this."

You feel your face burn with embarrassment, ready to reveal just how eager you've been for this. You climb off his lap, standing and pulling open the top drawer of your bedside table to reveal the multitude of items you've been collecting. You wring your hands together nervously, "I've been on the pill for just under two months but I bought condoms too. There are different sizes and features to them, I guess, since I didn't know what you preferred."

"This stuff has been here all this time?" Johnny asks incredulously with his brows raised in surprise.

"A couple weeks. Ever since I decided I had to say something and make a move. I'm not sure if I got everything right though," you mumble shyly, avoiding eye contact.

"We're more than prepared," Johnny reassures warmly, reaching for your hand. You let him tug you back onto the bed with a teasing smile with a box of XL condoms in his free hand, "how'd you know my size?"

"I had to guess based on your stature," you reply, suddenly feeling your heart jump up into your throat, "are you actually extra large?"

"My dick or the condom? Because the answer to both is yes," Johnny states with a deadpan expression before bursting into laughter.

He pushes you back onto the mattress, peppering your face with soft kisses that start to chip away at the nerves that have begun to build up. "Don't worry, honey, I'll make sure you're well prepared and try to make this the best experience for you possible. Make sure you tell me what you like, what feels good, or any changes I need to make."

You allow yourself to get lost in the familiar, addicting feeling of his lips against your own. Maybe you're in your own head again, but these kisses feel different— hungrier and unrestrained. You can hear him now over the pounding of your heart in your own ears, his soft grunts and growls as his hands slide their way to your waist. His fingers dip beneath your waistband and his hot breath fans over your face, "can I take these off?"

You nod dumbly, intoxicated by the kiss. He taps your hip and you blink, clearing your throat before answering, "yes."

"Good girl," he breathes out, sending a wave of arousal through your body as he tugs your cotton shorts down your legs, "using your words."

He focuses his lips on your neck next, nipping and sucking marks into your soft skin as you throw shame and shyness out the window, mewling wantonly to voice just how much you like what he's doing. Your hands wander across the broad expanse of his back, your whole body feeling hotter and more tightly wound than ever. Still, you find enough sense to mumble, "can you take your shirt off? Your pants? Something— god— I don't feel close enough to you."

He nods jerkily, peeling himself away from you to pull his shirt off, the bunched up fabric joining your discarded clothes on the floor in a heap. Soon enough, the gray cotton of his sweatpants joins the rest of the mess on the floor.

With his pants on the floor, there's nothing hiding the tent in your boyfriend's boxers. He's hard, tenting the fabric that covers his dick, but there's still no denying just how big he is. You can't tear your eyes away from the view, a mix of nerves and excitement building in your veins, still, you gulp.

A gentle hand on your chin breaks your gaze and a warm, familiar brown eyes look down at you, "we can stop anytime you want. You say the word, you tap me— whatever. If at any point you change your mind, we will stop. Alright?"

"Yeah," you breathe out shakily with a nod.

He nods decisively in return, hands on his knees as he sits back on his haunches, "I want this to be as good for you as possible, so I'm going to warm you up a bit. Are you alright with me eating you out?"

"You want to?" You ask with genuine curiosity, cocking your head to the side. Alright, so a lot of your research was made up of watching porn of all kinds within the virgin category and most your research led you to the assumption that he would finger you for a bit before fucking you. You seldom came across any videos —amateur, virgin, or otherwise— that started with the guy eating his partner out.

Johnny smiles, endeared as he reaches for a throw pillow, nearly pushed off your bed in your passionate exchange, "penetration will more than likely feel more comfortable if you're wetter and more relaxed. If you don't like it, we can stop."

"What if you don't like it?" You shyly respond, lifting your hips enough for Johnny to wedge the pillow beneath your hips.

He shakes his head, "not possible. Is it okay if I take you panties off?"

You're stuck in the heart racing realization that you've managed to bag a munch. You've heard stories about this, watched TikToks and read comments all about men like this and how lucky the women felt, but you never expected it for yourself. You bite the inside of your bottom lip, thankfully feeling more aroused than self-conscious, "that's fine."

You lay your head back against the pillows against your headboard and force your body to relax, though the drag of your panties down your legs makes your heart pound loudly. Johnny's hands are warm as they finds your knees and gently pry your legs apart. He whispers a drawn out, "fuck me," before lowering his body to be eye level with your center.

For just a second, your bare ceiling is enough to hold your interest. Just a second though. Suddenly there's the feel of Johnny's mouth in places it's never been. A trail of kisses up your right thigh, then up your left, a smattering of kisses over the bottom of your stomach and right back to either side of where you need him most, where you're already dripping for him. It draws a long breathy moan from your lungs that heightens in pitch at the sharp bite of his teeth on your right inner thigh.

"John—" you barely get a chance to breathe out before there's a sensation unlike any other against your clit. He swipes his tongue in a slow, teasing drag against the bud before sucking with a pleased hum. He sounds pleased, hands gripping your hips tightly while you feel like you're already on the brink of melting into your mattress.

You let yourself get lost in the mind-melting swirl of his tongue on your clit. His lips suck slowly, creating a pleasurable suction feeling as he bobs his head, burying his face into your cunt like he can't get enough of you. You bury one of your hands in the silky strands of his hair, thighs instinctively clamping on either side of his head as if your body already knows he doesn't belong anywhere else. Months ago the idea of being intimate with Johnny brought you anxiety, you were nervous about how you'd look, or sound, or act. Now, those things are the furthest things from your mind as you wantonly mewl beneath his expert tongue.

Just when you think it can't get any better, there's a new sensation dragging down your sex and slowly circling your entrance. "Can I finger you?" Johnny asks in a husky tone.

Even as quickly as he asks it, the brief loss of his mouth against you draws a whine from your mouth, "yes. Don't stop using your mouth though."

He chuckles in amusement, taking your consent and pushing his finger into you with a playful tsk, "bossy Bee."

You don't have any fight left in you when your body focuses instead on the curling, calculated thrust of his thick finger and how it curls against that spongy spot inside you. It makes your walls clench, eager to suck him in and keep his digit inside you. It's good, it's so fucking good and then he returns with an impassioned drag of his tongue against your clit before sinking another finger into your heat.

Your fingers tighten in his hair, your free hand finding purchase in the messy sheets beneath your writhing body, looking for anything to keep you steady and anchor you to your sanity. There are mindless moans and whines of pleasure escaping your lips as the ecstasy grows past anything you've ever felt before.

It's the rhythmic pumping of his fingers against that sweet spot inside you that has the knot in your stomach tightening to its breaking point and your leg flying up to dig your heel between his shoulder blades. A gasp mixes with a shriek, your head thrown back pure, white heat begins to spread from your center and spread outward.

Gone is the languid lap of his tongue against your clit and the slow thrust of his finger in your heat. You can hear him growl as his tongue speeds up, circling the pads of his fingers against the gooey spot inside you as his tongue flicks rapidly against your clit.

You pull helplessly at his hair, tears of overwhelming pleasure building at the corners of your eyes, "Johnny! I— fuck!"

His hot breath fans against your sex as he devours you. With one more calculated curl of his fingers and a sharp rub against your inner wall, you curl forward with a scream of pleasure. Your orgasm washes over you in a way you've never felt before. None of your toys or even your own hand have made you feel this good. You never even dreamed that being with Johnny would be this good.

Your heart is still racing in your chest, pounding in your ears when the pleasure stars to ebb away, leaving you feeling like a shell of yourself. When all your senses have returned, there's the sudden realization that Johnny hasn't moved. His head is still buried between your legs, lapping at the excess wetness with his hands gently, but firmly holding your legs open.

You moan lowly, loosening you grip on his hair to a soft rub of your fingers against his scalp, "if you don't stop, I might cum again."

Johnny laughs against you, his mouth slowing until he stops completely. He props his chin up on your thigh, chin shiny with the evidence of your release and a frustratingly handsome cocky grin stretched across his lips, "would that be such a bad thing?"

You roll your eyes playfully, reaching out to wipe at the wetness coating his chin with your thumb. He pushes your hand away gently, "I'm saving that for later, Honey."

You lie back with your hands covering your heated cheeks, hating how his crude comment is making you smile. He laughs softly, pressing a kiss to your hip, "what did you think?"

"I couldn't think," you mumble shyly, "is it always that good?"

"Sure, if I have any part in it. Which I will," he stresses before asking carefully, "you good, Honey?"

You sigh wistfully, uncovering your face to look down at him with a nod, "I feel really good."

"Good," he smiles in return, surging forward to press a loving, wet kiss to your cheek before laying beside you.

For a few minutes, only the sound of rain hitting the windows can be heard. Johnny's fingers trace circles on your hip as you trace mindless shapes over the expanse of his abs. You feel comfortable and warm, closer to your boyfriend than ever before and glad that you chose the right person to trust with this experience.

It's there that your mind begins to wonder. Of course, the oral sex was good, but what would actual sex feel like? Would it feel as good? Would you cum? Before you can begin an anxious downward spiral, you pick your head up, resting your chin on his pec, "can we have sex now?"

"If you're ready," Johnny replies, a gentle hand pushing your hair out of your face.

"That's why I'm asking," you giggle, sitting up to tear into one of the boxes of condoms. You tear a packet off the strip and pass it to your boyfriend while arching a brow, "are you ready?"

"I'm leaking in boxers like a damn teen again. Yes, Honey, I'm ready," he borderline growls, large hand finding your cheek to draw you in for a kiss. The kiss is sloppy. There's more teeth and tongue than have ever been present in any of your shared kisses. There's a striking new flavor on his mouth, the taste of you that he pushes past your lips with every prod of his tongue and breath against your mouth.

You hear the crinkle of the foil and tear yourself away from the kiss with pleasantly tingling lips as you pant, "can I put it on you?"

Johnny gulps, nodding fervently. "I'm gonna take my boxers off now Honey," he tells you, waiting for your nod before he pulls his underwear down his legs and throws them onto the floor.

There's an excited static in your fingers as you drag our tongue up the length of you fingers before spitting into your palm. You lift your eyes, innocently asking, "like this, right?"

"Holy shit," Johnny breathes out, "you have no idea how fucking sexy that was— fuck. Yeah, Honey, that was perfect."

Confident with his approval you reach for him and tentatively trace the prominent vein that travels up the underside of his cock. You suck your bottom lip in and trap it between your teeth, swiping your thumb over the pearlescent wetness at his tip.

His hips buck with a choked back moan and you smile proudly, gripping his length, slowly pumping him. His thighs tense, hips jumping off the mattress before he manages to hiss out, "you can grab me harder. And twist your wrist a little."

You nod, following his instruction as you twist your wrist and grasp him more firmly. He reveals the delicious length of his throat when his head falls back with a deep groan, "Just like that, Honey. Shit!"

You hum giddily, speeding up your movements before his hand clamps down around your wrist, halting your movement instantly. Your eyes widen, cheeks burning hot with the idea that you were doing something wrong. Johnny, as if he can read your thoughts, shakes his head with a hard swallow, "if you make me cum like this, I don't know if we'll get to the actual sex any time soon."

"Oh," you breathe out, relief and bashfulness flooding your veins and you release him from your grip and reach for the condom. You rip the foil between your teeth, listening to Johnny walk you through how to put the condom on, step by step.

With proper protection applied, you find a comfortable spot against the mattress, the same throw pillow from earlier beneath your hips as your heart thrums in your chest. You feel nervous, of course you do, Johnny is fucking hung, but you also feel so happy. Your face shows as much as you beam up at Johnny, puckering your lips to accept a chaste kiss before whispering, "I love you so much, Johnny."

His smile makes your heart skip a beat, "I love you too, Honey. You have my whole heart."

Johnny reaches for the lube you'd purchased weeks ago and spreads it over the condom thoroughly before taking the excess on his fingers and spreading it over your center. You gasp, hips bucking involuntarily which draws a look of concern from your boyfriend. "I'm still sensitive," you mumble sheepishly.

His hands press into the mattress on either side of your head, your legs already spread wide enough to accommodate the width of Johnny's body. "I'll take it slow," he reassures, one hand tracing down your thigh before gently lifting your leg and hooking it around his waist.

"Wait!" You suddenly exclaim, a hand on his bare chest with gentle pressure as you lift yourself onto your elbow.

"What's wrong? Did you change your mind? We can stop," Johnny immediately responds.

"No," you answer almost shyly, "I want to take my bra off. I don't want you to be more naked than me."

"That's not an issue for me," Johnny promises with a sweet quirk of his lips.

"I want to take it off," you assure, hands shakily reaching back to unclasp your plain bra. The darkened pupils in Johnny's eyes makes you feel hot, skin prickling with arousal as you lay back down, bare to his hungry, appreciative gaze. "I want to feel as close to you as possible, Love," you add quietly.

Johnny feels his heart grow 10 sizes at your comment. All he wants to do is hold you close and cover your face in kisses or adoration, but he knows there's other business to handle.

He presses his lips against your own and you lose yourself in the sensation. Soft lips moving in perfect unison like you've done a thousand times before. It's a kiss of reassurance, a promise that you're safe and loved here with him.

You barely notice the absence of his right hand beside your head. It's when there's the weight of him at your entrance and his breath fanning your face that you realize that this is actually happening.

"Breathe for me, Honeybee," Johnny instructs softly, waiting until he hears you exhale before he presses his tip into your entrance.

You tense, eyes clamping shut at the pressure of the intrusion. Your breathing becomes more rapid, your chest rising and falling in quick succession.

"Honeybee," Johnny croons, a gentle hand cupping your cheek, "you have to relax, pretty girl. We'll take this as slow as we need to, but it won't feel good if you can't relax."

You nod shakily, keeping your eyes shut as you force yourself to take deep, calming breaths. You focus on Johnny's warmth with every inhale, filling your stomach rather than your chest, and exhale while allowing yourself to be soothed by the gentle rub of his thumb against your cheek.

After what feels like forever for you, you open your eyes and nod, "I'm ready."

"It might hurt, you'll feel some pressure and stretching. Just remember to breathe, focus on me and not my dick that's hurting you," he says with a small smile, "remember, we can stop for any reason, alright?"

You nod, lifting your chin to press a kiss against his mouth, hooking you hand around his neck and nervously playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. You keep your breathing calm, body relaxed as he sinks in another inch.

"You're so beautiful. Most beautiful woman I've ever seen. You have the most beautiful heart too. No one knows me like you do."

Another inch and a hitch in his breathing, "best woman I know. So smart and kind. You put up with all my shit and all my dumbass friends when you don't have to."

"Are you all the way in yet?" You ask breathily, voice soft and nearly shattering Johnny's resolve.

"Barely halfway Honeybee," Johnny chuckles, choking back a grunt before continuing his praise with another inch sunk into you tight heat, "you take care of me. Take care of everyone around you. You're so generous."

He gives a soft thrust, pushing himself in further, "you don't even know how crazy you drive me. Love when you send me those selfies of you in bed before going to sleep." Another push in, "those god damn sundresses you wear when it's hot."

A grunt and increased pressure as he's almost fully hilted inside you, "those tiny ass fucking shorts you go to bed and laze around in all the time."

His breath trembles and you whimper as he presses his body against yours, as close as they can be. "Just you, Honey. Fuck— everything about you," he rasps out as his hand flexes on your hip to stabilize himself. He stays frozen for a minute or two, eyes tightly shut as you accommodate o the feeling of him inside you. He has to breathe deeply, remind himself that this needs to be good for you, but damn it, the feeling of your slick walls clenching around him is going to make him finish faster than he wants to.

Your fingers tighten in his hair, a barely audible "move please" heard, and it's like something breaks in him. His constraint is gone, leaving behind a steady rhythm of his rolling hips and breathy curses whispered right into your ear.

You moan, your free arm wrapping around his shoulders, feeling your eyes roll back as pleasure begins to build, erasing any trace of pain you felt before. He shimmies his hips, finding a new angle that has your nails sinking into the muscles of his back with a wanton moan.

"Oh, Johnny," you whimper, body shaking with every snap of his hips, "I— feels so good."

"I know, Honey. Fuck, I know" he growls, his hands gripping your hips to keep your body still as he carves himself into your tight heat like a man possessed. The sound coming from your bodies is obscene, wet skin slapping and heavy panting that causes your window to become fogged up, obstructing the view of the storm outside.

"Can feel you so deep inside me," you keen drunkenly, feeling him rock up against your cervix with every push of his hips, "you're so fucking big."

He grunts, releasing your right hip from his grip while trailing his fingers over your abdomen before his palm settles just a few inches below your navel. Before you can even begin to question what he's doing, he presses the heel of his palm down, adding pressure to increase your pleasure.

You throw your head back with a high pitched moan, thighs tightening around his hips as your fingers helplessly trail down his back. The euphoria you were feeling before no longer comes in slow waves, the once soft, steadily building laps of pleasure now come like a tidal wave. You get pulled under, overwhelmed with pleasure and unable to catch your breath as Johnny maintains a maddeningly steady pace.

At least, that's what you think until his pace falters and becomes erratic. Curses fall freely from his lips, sweat trailing over his hairline, down his neck as he fights hard to send you over the edge before following you into the descent of ecstasy.

"I wanted this, wanted you so badly," you hiccup weakly, the sound mixed with a shattered moan. Your nails rake down his back, landing on his ass in the hopes that your grip there would keep him lodged inside you, keep you from going crazy, be an anchor in your downward spiral into pleasure unknown. It doesn't help. Instead, your orgasm finds you before you're ready, stronger than the previous one as it smashed through you. You toes curl, shoulders shake, trembling with a force you can't even dream of controlling.

Above you, it takes all of Johnny's willpower to keep the rocking of his hips even semi-steady with the vice grip around his length to allow you to succumb to your orgasm. He sinks his teeth into his bottom lip, a throaty groan sounding out as his own orgasm pulses through him, causing his muscles to tremble and his grip on your hips to tighten— no doubt leaving some finger-shaped bruises on your waist. He's dizzy, unable to control the ecstasy that leaves him feeling weak and powerless as his hips rut, slowing into weak grinds of his hips until he feels his release flood the latex.

He has just enough strength to stop himself from crushing you, but still he settles onto your sweat slick body. For a few minutes, your room is nearly silent save for the heavy rainfall against your window and you and Johnny trying to catch your breaths. His breath is hot against your neck, your fingers gentle as the trail over his back and through his dampened hair. He lets his eyes flutter closed for a few moments, lulled into peace by the sound of your heart and the feel of your body pressed against his own.

He sighs dreamily, propping himself up on his hands with a tired grumble you barely register as, "I'm gonna pull out now." You whimper at the sensitivity between your legs, pushing his hips away with a pout. He tsks with a weary smirk, a swift pat on your thigh before he disappears into the bathroom, reappearing moments later with his boxers on and a wet washcloth. He wipes you down carefully, his heart constricts at the sight of you so worn, relaxed, and messy because of him. "You feeling alright?" He asks with concern.

You hum softly, nodding your head. You let him pull a T-shirt over your head before you ask, "I know I don't have a lot to compare to, but that was amazing."

Johnny's heart skips a beat, kneeling on the bed to cup you cheeks in his hands. Adoration floods his veins at the sound of your giggles under the flurry of his kisses. He's breathless and smiling so hard his cheeks hurt, "it's never felt that good for me with anyone. You have a magic pu—"

You clamp a hand over his mouth with your eyes wide and cheeks burning with bashfulness, "John! We were having a cute moment!"

"I was going to say that you have a magic… puppy," he trails off, confused by his own word choice.

You roll your eyes and let out an amused huff, "Right. Because of that, you can put my sheets to wash while I shower."

"There goes shower sex," Johnny playfully grumbles, wordlessly holding a hand out to help you off the bed.

"There's no way we were having shower sex right now, John. God, your monster sized dick just tore apart my fucking insides, was that not enough?"

He cackles loudly, leaping off the bed to tug you back into his chest with your sheets tangled around his feet. He smacks a loud kiss to you cheek, "I love you my Honey. And seriously, thank you for trusting me with this."

You smile up at him brightly, making Johnny's heart skip a beat, "thanks for being so amazing. I love you, Johnny."

a/n pt2: if you're here and interested in the love island au, please vote here if you haven't yet! Don't forget to let me know how you liked the fic!

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

⋆⭒˚.⋆ one of the bros ⋆⭒˚.⋆ aka moments with the frat bros

The house smelled more off than usual when Jaehyun walked through the door. There was faint chemical smell on the first floor that only got stronger as he climbed the stairs. The bathroom door was cracked open with the light on and soft music heard.

Jaehyun wasn't really too nosy. He didn't care about what his frat brothers did while they were in the bathroom, but the sound of a familiar voice has his steps faltering on his way to his room. Instead, his feet take him toward the bathroom.

With a gentle nudge, the door opens to reveal Yuta seated with a towel around his shoulders and a smile on his face while he gets his hair done. By who? You.

Jaehyun's brows furrow as both you and Yuta freeze and slowly turn to look at him with twin looks of confusion. Jaehyun mirrors the look, "you told me you had a hair appointment today..."

You nod, "I do. I'm with a client."

"A client?" Jaehyun repeats, his eyes darting to his frat brother sitting in front of the bathroom counter in a plastic chair.

"I asked Sweets to bleach my hair before we go to play offs. It's a tradition," Yuta adds.

"And I said yes because I don't want my friend to look like an idiot with piss yellow hair," you smile proudly, turning your attention back to Yuta's hair to continue painting on the bleach.

"Why was she the person you asked?" Jaehyun asks Yuta, leaning against the doorframe.

"I remembered her telling me how she bleached Ari's hair freshman year," Yuta shrugs casually.

"Yeah, and I researched a whole bunch too. Yuta's going to look hot!" You exclaim with a bright smile.

"Don't love that..." Jaehyun frowns, "you know her research is just a bunch of YouTube and tiktok videos, right?"

"More research than I've done," Yuta waves off, passing you the comb from the counter in front of him.

Your movements cease as you turn to look at your boyfriend with a look of concern, "do you not find your friends hot?"

Yuta looks totally betrayed, "dude, you don't think I'm hot?"

Jaehyun shakes his head "That's enough of that. Let me know when this mess is done."

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Jaehyun is roused from his sleep when he hears a softly exclaimed, "ow, fuck!"

"Sweet girl? What's happening?" He asks groggily, dragging a tired hand down his face. When he finally finds the strength to open his eyes, he sees his alarm clock showing him that it's just past two in the morning. It's too late to be up on a week night.

"I'm going on a snack run. Sorry to wake you," you whisper, leaning over him to press a hand to his chest and peck his cheek, "go back to bed, baby."

He whines sleepily, wrapping a gentle hand around your wrist, "it's too late for that and unsafe for you to go alone. Come back to bed and we can go in the morning."

"Oh, I'm not going alone—"

"Sweets! Are you ready yet?" Comes a loud whisper yell from his doorway.

"Oh my god. You guys are insane," Jaehyun sighs, pressing the heels of his palms into his eyes.

You giggle as you kiss his cheek again, "Jungwoo and I will be back soon. Want anything?"

"No! It's two in the morning! No one normal is hungry at this hour because it's sleep time!"

Jungwoo meows from the door, "he's feisty when he's sleepy. Alright c'mon, I want an ice cream and some chips."

You slip out of the door quietly, leaving Jaehyun alone in bed and glaring angrily at his ceiling. As hard as he tries to fall back to sleep, he can't. The thought of you being out late at night without him keeps him up.

Nearly an hour later, you come slinking through the door after you and Jungwoo whisper screaming 'good night' at each other from your respective doorways. Jaehyun can hear you shuffling around the room before the bed dips beside him.

You slide beneath the covers, but weirdly, don't lie down. You stay sitting against the wall that serves as a headboard. It's quiet, then a crunch that sounds like a gunshot in the silence of the room.

Jaehyun stiffens, thinking that maybe the sound didn't come from his room. A few seconds later, another loud crunch and smaller, more muffled crunches.

"What are you eating?" Jaehyun asks.

"... my ice cream." You eventually answer.

"There's no way you brought a whole ice cream back into my bed," Jaehyun deadpans.

"I brought my slushie too."

"What the—" he starts before turning onto his back and pulling his sheets up, "you know what, whatever."

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Jaehyun liked being surprised when you got your nails done. Sometimes he got hints, like when you asked him to choose a color or choose between two designs.

Other times, like the last few times, they've been a complete surprise and— he'd never say it— but they looked worse than usual. Jaehyun is smart enough to know that he shouldn't comment on your nails. If you never say anything, then he definitely shouldn't.

He knocks on your door and immediately draws back with a frown when Haechan is the one who opens the door, "what are you doing here?"

"He's doing my nails!" He hears you call out from behind Haechan.

Jaehyun pushes past the younger to find you sitting at your desk with your hand beneath a UV lamp, "baby! Come in, we're almost done!"

"What is going on here?" Jaehyun asks.

"Haechan has been doing my nails for a few months now," you explain, watching as your best friend paints on another layer of polish.

"What happened to your girl who would do all your cute little flowers and ladybugs?"

You arch a brow, "my nails have still been cute. Plus, I told you, my usual girl had a kid so she's on leave."

"And your next best choice was him?!"

"He's free and good!"

Jaehyun throws his hands up and turns to Haechan with a glare, "what are you getting out of this? You always have ulterior motives."

Haechan gasps and presses a hand to his chest, "just time with my very best friend in the world."

Jaehyun cocks his head and purses his lips.

Haechan rolls his eyes and exhales sharply, "Sweets takes me out for coffee when we're done."

"Geez, if I'd have known you were this desperate to get your nails done, I'd have give you money, Sweetpea."

Haechan groans and rolls his neck, "this behavior is exactly why you were never invited to join us. You are such a man."

"You're also a man!"

You wave him off, "when he's with me, he's one of the girls."

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

fratboy!johnny x reader

summary: he's busy, he's working, he doesn't have time for you... Johnny's many collegiate obligations catch up to him, leaving you scrambling and desperate to figure out how to win his attention and affections like you once had while wondering if you'll ever get your Johnny back OR the My Man on Willpower fic

word count: 5.9k

warnings: pet names, relationship neglect, Johnny is a mega dick, angst but with a happy ending

a/n: is it weird to say that I had the time of my life writing this? Well, I did and I don't think I'm done being inspired by man's best friend either! mwahahahaha! Anyway! Any and all feedback will earn you a loving smooch from yours truly on the forehead <3

This story is a part of my fratboy!Johnny universe!

divider from iwonbin <3

There were a lot of things college had taught you so far. You learned how to study effectively, how to pick the best classes, and even how to date. And Johnny was great… at least that's what you naively believed when you first got together. Now, Johnny may have been your first boyfriend, but you knew him and your relationship well enough to know that things weren't normal. In fact, things were bad, not that your boyfriend even seemed to care or notice. But you did and you were past the point hoping things would go back to normal.

It had been weeks— weeks— since you last really spent time together. It had to have been at least a month since your last real date or since you even had a real conversation that was longer than five minutes. Dates now at the end of the spring semester seemed to have become quick exchanges of coffee and even faster kisses, more like pecks. Even when he spent the night, he wasn't fully present. He was always on his phone, always tired, physically present, but not mentally.

You sighed as you stared up at your ceiling, your room was dark and beside you, your boyfriend had passed out as soon as his head met your pillow. He was going to be up and out of here before you even woke up for early basketball practice.

The Johnny laying beside you now was almost an entirely different man from the guy who swept you off your feet and made you fall for him in the first place. Your Johnny now was so distant, busy, barely fit you into his busy schedule compared to the Johnny who had once gone to great lengths to woo you. You couldn't even remember the last time he randomly popped by to see you in between your tutoring sessions.

You know it wasn't entirely his fault, he was a busy guy. If it wasn't basketball, it was school, or the frat. His mornings started off with basketball practice and his nights ended with late studying. If he did have extra time, he was glued to his phone, answering countless messages from his frat brothers as they started planning for the coming school year. There was never a moment of peace, never time to just be together without the worries of other commitments.

Your fingers tightened anxiously around your sheets as you lost yourself in your thoughts. You didn't think you were needy or clingy. You had no issue going a day or two without texts exchanged because you got busy, but these days were made up for with mountains of affection and attention. Now, you were going weeks with crumbs, feeling grateful if he even looked up from his phone to meet your eyes for a second while you tried to make conversation.

You knew relationships couldn't be perfect all the time, but this wasn't even feeling like a relationship anymore. You didn't want to keep feeling like this. You rolled onto your side and stared at Johnny's handsome, sleeping face. If he was too busy, then you'd have to step up,  step out of your comfort zone and channel your inner Johnny to save your relationship. You so badly want to save your relationship.

You started a few days later, making your way to the gym right as practice was let out. You'd listened to him complaining about his morning practice being too close to his 9 am lecture too many times for you to forget it. Just like you expected, there he was with his hair wet from a shower, backpack slung over one shoulder and gym bag over the other as he hustled with his head hung low to stare at his phone. Your breath caught it your throat just like it always did when you saw him.

You rushed to catch up to him, legs pumping quickly to catch up to his long stride, "hi, Love! I brought you coffee!"

Johnny freezes, looking up from his phone, though his fingers don't stop typing, "Bee, what are you— don't you have a class right now?"

"Class was cancelled so I decided to surprise you! Coffee and a pastry," you reply with a soft shrug, extending the cup and parchment paper bag in his direction.

He holds up a finger as if to say 'just a second' before he lifts his phone to his ear, "bro, you need to listen to me. You need to get your ass to the bank to get this issue cleared up. The fundraiser is in two weeks and our account is frozen because you forgot the fucking PIN. This is literally part of your job as treasurer!"

Your eyes widen as your boyfriend borderline yells into his phone. You've never seen him this upset, this stressed, or angry.

"No, this can't wait until tomorrow! We're already behind in planning for our booth—" Johnny stresses before stopping. His face falls, "what the hell do you mean the freezer broke? We have food in there for the booth! Jesus— fine, I'm on my way back to the house."

He hangs up, dragging his hand down his face with an exhale you assume is to calm himself down, "Bee, I have to go. I'll see you later, alright?"

He leaves you with a press of his lips on your temple, not even taking the coffee you'd bought for him as he practically runs away with a stressed hiss of, "I have class in 20, shit!"

You stand outside the gym, feeling a knot form in your throat at his casual dismissal as your arms fall to your sides. You shake your head, blinking away the stinging sensation in your eyes as you try to make sense of what just happened.

It was a poor coincidence. He had bigger issues to handle than sitting for coffee with you. A broken freezer sounded serious, so of course he had to handle that.

You closed your eyes and let out a long sigh, much like Johnny had. You just had to try again, stay hopeful and optimistic that next time, things would go your way.

A few days later, after a full day of studying for midterms, you decide you need a break. You scroll through your phone, mindlessly tapping through your go-to apps until you ultimately end up on your messages with your boyfriend. The messages that show the last three messages sent from you with no response and the last message from him from five days ago. Biting your bottom lip, you swipe into his location and find him at the frat house.

It's not too late and you know Johnny's schedule. Today, there's no practice, no labs, no classes to steal his attention. You remember clicking through Instagram stories and seeing that the guys didn't seem too busy. A spontaneous visit to the frat house had never been an issue before, so surely it wouldn't be today.

You start making your way over to the frat house before you can change your mind. The air is warm, sun setting in pink and golden hues which makes you feel a little hopeful that your efforts tonight won't be in vain.

You let yourself in, greeting the guys with a smile and a wave as you make your way up the stairs and down the hall to your boyfriend's room. You knock, receiving a grunt which you take as an invitation to enter.

"Hey, Love," you greet softly as you close they door behind you.

Johnny looks up from his textbook with his brows raised, "hey Bee, did I forget you were coming over?"

You crawl your way into his side and press a kiss to his cheek, "I finished studying for the evening and needed a break. I felt like seeing you."

He hums in agreement, "I get it, I've been studying for a few hours myself. I have a midterm tomorrow afternoon and I'm still rereading material from week two."

"You'll ace it, you always do, Love," you reply softly, kissing your way up his neck.

Your heart races in your chest, a mix of anxiety and optimism. You're not usually one to initiate any affection beyond a swift peck or hand holding. You love Johnny, more than anything, but you don't have the charisma he does. He's never turned you down before but you just feel shy trying to do something that makes you feel so out of character. He encourages your spontaneity and tells you that he loves when you surprise him with affection, but you can't help the way your heart kicks up with anxiety.

There's a flicker of excitement that ignites in your veins as a familiar sigh of relief is heard from Johnny. It makes all the anxiety melt away and allows a familiar warmth to spread throughout your body. He tilts his neck, giving you more access to his skin, even as his eyes are still glued to his textbook.

You take this as an opportunity to initiate more, he doesn't seem to find you too bothersome as your lips find his own. He sets his textbook aside, hands finding your waist as he pulls you onto his lap. His lips are slight chapped, though just as sweet as you remember as his tongue swipes against your lips to seek entrance.

You moan softly, allowing his tongue to prod into your mouth, licking against your own. His fingers tighten on your hips as your fingers tangle in his hair and tug. He groans against your mouth, lips hungry against your own. He couldn't possibly know how reassuring this is for you. He still wants you and you take full advantage of it. You kiss him hungrily, greedy to make up for all the time you've spent apart from each other.

He flips you onto your back and you whine, breaking the kiss with a hiss as your rub your back, "your book is hard." You push the book aside and cup your hand at the nape of his neck, arching up to kiss him again.

Johnny starts to apologize and blinks, a sudden clarity in his gaze, "My book… I was studying. I have to study right now. I just… I don't have time for this right now." He runs a hand through his hair as crawls off of you, "get home safe, okay? I'll call you."

He grabs his book and makes his way to his desk without a second glance in your direction where you still lay on his bed with glossy, swollen lips and out of breath. Your heart falls right into your stomach. You feel like an old toy cast aside and forgotten. You clear your throat, forcing down the thickness in your throat as you stand and straighten out your clothes, "alright… good luck on your test."

"Thanks," he mumbles, scribbling down some notes as you let yourself out of his room.

You find yourself lost in your head as you leave the house, your mind a whirlwind of anxious thoughts fighting to take root. You force those thoughts away and instead force yourself to look on the more reasonable side of things. He's just busy, he's just studying, and the frat just gets more of his attention because of the fundraiser coming up this weekend. You breathe out and wipe away a stray tear as you remind yourself that he loves you and he still wants to be with you.

Your last attempt comes after his first play-off game. The gym is filled with an electricity of excitement. The stands are filled with fans, all on the edge of their seats to see if the team will be able to secure a win. The team is just two points down, having played hard for four whole quarters, each player tired and nearly worn to the bone. There's a hunger to win, a need to prove that all the hours of extra practice weren't for nothing.

Johnny charges across the court with the ball in his possession, expertly evading the opposing players. His hands arc up at the curve of the three point line as the seconds dwindle down. The stadium goes silent, everyone holding their breath as the ball floats through the air, hits the hoop, and circles the rim, once, then twice. On it's third rotation the ball slips into the net with a satisfying swish just as time runs out, sending one half of the stadium into an excited frenzy.

Fans flood the court as the team cheers and celebrates making it to the next round of play-offs. You smile at the sight of Johnny cheering with his teammates. He's worked so hard to perfect his game, putting in so much effort at practice, the team deserves this win.

And as much as you'd love to stay an celebrate, you have a surprise for Johnny. A well-earned treat for all his hard work and playing a perfect game. He'd already told you that he was going to spend the night with you whether he won or lost, so you know your last ditch effort to save your dying relationship can still go according to plan.

As soon as you get back home, you're quick to style your hair, turn on the lamps in your room, and light every candle. Tonight has to be perfect. If it's not, you'll know what you've been dreading all along— that Johnny doesn't want you anymore.

You stare at your reflection in the mirror nervous and critical. You don't look like yourself, but you suppose that's the point. The silk camisole that covers your top half feels revealing even with most of your skin covered. The thin material does little to make you feel comfortable or confident like you'd hoped it would. You turn, letting out a judgemental hum at the sight of the tiny lace-trimmed shorts that barely cover your ass. The gloss thickly layered on your lips, shines in the low, warm light if your bedroom before you crouch down and grip at the roots of your hair with a groan of frustration, "what am I even doing?!"

You don't look like yourself, hell, you don't even feel like yourself. You don't wear lingerie! You've never felt the need and Johnny has never made you feel anything less than desirable even in your usual cotton under garments or pajamas.

Is this who you are now, a girl who uses sex to win back the affections of her boyfriend who has clearly lost interest? And it's not like you're against sex either, to each their own, everyone's bedroom life is their own business, but you never thought this would be you. You guess love makes you do crazy things and if this is what you have to do to keep Johnny, then so be it. You love him.

You hear the front door open and sprint over to your bed, situating yourself on your covers with your legs extended as you arch your back and tilt your neck in a manner you hope is sexy.

Johnny enters with a tired yawn, tossing his bags aside as he begins recounting how his coach made them all stay back to review footage that was shaky and unfocused. He'll have a team meeting in the morning to review better footage, early as usual. You hum along, barely hearing him over the pounding of your own heart in your ears as he undresses himself down to his boxers.

He hasn't even looked at you, hasn't noted the sweet scent of your special occasion perfume, or the candles that create sensual lighting in your room. He plops onto your bed with another yawn, tossing the covers open as he lays down. He finally looks at you, eyelids low and eyes red, "I'm pooped. G'night, Bee."

You blink, watching as your boyfriend succumbs to his slumber, falling asleep faster than you've ever seen before. He didn't even notice everything you did— scratch that, he didn't even notice a single thing you did. Your pajamas hardly drew his attention, hell, they didn't even make him blink.

This was the end. You've tried everything you could possibly think of and nothing worked. It's done and he doesn't even have to tell you because he's shown you. He's been showing you for weeks and you've just been too stubborn and stupid to accept the reality of the situation.

You slide off your bed and blow out each candle, turning off all the lamps, and slip into the bathroom to wipe away all your makeup before you let yourself break down. You hold your head in your hands, feeling beyond stupid for trying as hard as you did. You've made a total fool of yourself time and time again, making an effort when he didn't reciprocate even once in the last few months of your relationship.

You change out of your silk pajamas and angrily throw them in the depths of you closet in favor of your usual t-shirt and shorts. You hope you never have to see those pajamas again or relive any of the humiliation that came along with wearing them. Johnny sleeps soundly, none the wiser as you take you pillow and pad out of your room in favor of sleeping on your couch.

You cry yourself to sleep that night, tears soaking into your pillow as you experience your first heartbreak. You don't think love is even worth it if this is what the pain of losing it feels like.

You decide that you'll just slip out of his life quietly. You won't make a scene, you won't make a fuss. You don't make it anyone else's problem but your own because well, hasn't everything regarding this relationship for the last— who knows how long— been your problem anyway? You'll just take yourself off his plate so he has one less responsibility to deal with. He can go back to school, the frat, and basketball without having to juggle you too. He did it to you, so you'll just do it to him. Seems fair enough, albeit a little petty. Isn't all fair with a broken heart?

You spend weeks slipping and dodging potential meetings. You leave the library later, linger in your classes a little longer and even take the long way home. You know he won't be looking for you. He hadn't made time for you in over a month and you don't imagine he will now.

You don't answer his texts, which you figure is fine. He's not texting you about anything dire anyway. They're lighthearted texts that he's probably sending his brothers too.  It's easy to forgo your usual routine of good morning texts and updates when you merely take a scroll and see all the texts you've sent that have already gone ignored by Johnny. A few had received a heart or even a thumbs up but very rarely is there an actual response. The responses are nothing more than a "I'll be by around 8" or a "sounds good." It may be seen as self-torture to constantly read and reread your text thread, but you need the reminder so you don't fall into old habits.

You purposely skip the frat fundraiser. You know it's a big thing, Johnny had told you and you'd assumed as much. Every time you went by the house in the last few months, it was all any of the guys could talk about. It was a whole Greek life fundraiser weekend where every house had some sort of booth to bring in extra funds for potential pledges and their families. Nu Chi Tau would be barbecuing, some of the sororities were doing custom key chains or sweaters, other fraternities were having games. It was something that had sounded fun at first, spending time with your boyfriend and all his friends— your friends with good food and good times. This was probably the easiest to waive. You weren't a big fan of crowded areas or loud volume, mostly you put up with it for Johnny. Not anymore.

You decide not to go to his basketball games either. You're not his girlfriend anymore and you were never a fan of basketball before him so it's not out of the ordinary. You were never particularly fond of the whole ordeal anyway. Just like the frat events, it was always loud, expensive, crowded, and confusing. You get updates from people gossiping around campus. You know that the team has been doing well because you hear people watching the highlights or discussing big moments. You always know when there's a game on campus too. The campus is more quiet than usual as you leave the library but you can always hear the distant cheers from the gym. A part of you wishes this was totally avoidable, but basketball, Johnny in general, will never be. Johnny is an enigma and whether you like it or not, he can't be forgotten.

You'd like to say you're happy that the break up is going so smoothly. You slip out of Johnny's life with an ease you'd never imagined. Somehow that makes it hurt more than you anticipated. It feels like you've cried yourself to sleep every night and his life hasn't seemed to change in the slightest.

So much so that it takes a loss in the quarter finals, the end of midterms, and a total of 16 days for you to even see Johnny in person again. Not that you had planned it. He pops in at the end of one of your tutoring sessions with a huge smile and a bouquet, "flowers for my honeybee!"

You force your eyes away from him as you clean up your stuff, "no, thank you."

The person you were tutoring lets out a peep at the tense atmosphere and scurries out of the study room quickly. Johnny's smile falters at your reaction, but he continues, joking in the hopes of lifting the mood, "did you develop some kind of allergy?"

You sling your bag over your shoulder and shrug, "I don't think it's appropriate between us anymore."

Johnny watches as you make your way to the elevator with his face drawn in broken confusion. Not appropriate? What do you even mean by that? In what way would it be inappropriate for a boyfriend to bring his girlfriend flowers? It's not like it would be the first time he brought you flowers anyway.

By the tine his brain flicks back on, the elevator doors have already closed. He's running down the stairs to catch up with you just as you push through the doors of the library. "Honey, wait! Can we talk?" He asks breathlessly, legs burning from his sprint down far too many flights of stairs and across the first floor.

You keep walking, barely turning your head as you reply, "I don't think it's appropriate for you to call me that anymore either. Please, just keep this like we've been doing so it stays easy. On the both of us."

"Can you stop walk-" Johnny begs, finding that you're walking faster than he's ever seen before, "make what easy?"

You stop, turning in your heel which makes Johnny stumble in his stride to keep up with you. Your voice is steady even as heartbreak begs to make itself known, "this, John. Our breakup. We're done and you made that crystal clear, now leave me to heal."

Johnny feels his heart plummet right to his ass as your words register in his brain, "b-break up? No! No, we didn't!"

Your eyes instinctively flit to the people who are nearby, watching campus heart-throb, Johnny Suh, chase after the shy, history nerd. God— it makes you want the ground to open up and swallow you whole! Why is he drawing so much attention to you?! Now, he wants to give you the time of day?! "Stop chasing me!" You hiss, keeping your head down as you try to get away from everyone's judgment stares.

"We have to talk about this!" Johnny cries out, using his height advantage to stop in front of you, stopping you in your tracks.

His heart breaks at the sight of the tears lining your eyes, "You don't have the time to talk and I don't even want to! I can't do this! I don't want to do this right now and now you're making everyone look at me. Just… leave me alone and stop acting like you suddenly care again."

The back of your hand wipes away a tear as you continue walking, leaving Johnny standing in the middle of campus with a broken heart and a bitter taste creeping up his throat. The plastic of the bouquet he's still clutching crinkles as his grip tightens and he clears his throat. He smiles sadly at somebody walking past him before forcing his feet to move.

As much as he wants to chase after you, he knows you need space. As much as every step away from you physically pains him, he doesn't want to be the guy who forces you to listen to him make himself sound better. He needs to show you he's better not just tell you he is.

He pushes the door to the frat house open, barely looking up from his feet on his way up the stairs. Mark pushes his door open at the same time Johnny comes to the top of the stairs looking downtrodden and frankly… broken. Mark looks at the flowers and asks with no ill intention, "hey bro, was Bee not working? She sick?"

Johnny stares distantly at the floor beneath him, "she was there but… we— we're not together?"

Mark's eyes widen in shock, "since when?!"

"I don't even know," Johnny replies with a weak shrug, trying not to break down into a sad puddle of tears and flowers.

Mark nods slowly, not sure how to react, "I guess that would explain why she stopped coming around."

Johnny's heart breaks clean in half as his head snaps up, tears in his eyes, "she did?"

"Bro, we haven't seen her around here or anywhere for over a month," Mark adds, suddenly feeling protective of you because your own boyfriend hadn't even paid attention your absence, "you didn't notice?"

Johnny feels his heartbeat start to speed up and his palms start to sweat, "I-I— no. I was so busy with play-offs, practice, midterms, and the frat. God, I'm such a piece of shit!"

Mark grimaces, not sure if he should stay here and handle Johnny's break down or if he should be heading to class. You don't give him much of a chance, not as you come stomping up the stairs with fire burning fiercely in your eyes and more amped up than Mark has ever seen you.

You'd made it half way home when the sadness turned into anger. Who did Johnny even think he was to just waltz up to you and act like everything was normal? To force you to listen to you bed? Before you even had a chance to fully process your burst of emotion, you found yourself barging into the frat house in the hopes of getting all your emotions off your chest.

You falter at the sight of Johnny at the top of the stairs, but you swallow back your hesitance, "I need to talk and I need you to listen."

Johnny nearly chokes as he hears you, but he's quick to open the door to his bedroom and let you enter. You bite your lip as you begin to pace and convince yourself not to give up. You've already made it here, you owe it to yourself to speak your mind, don't you?

The door shuts behind you both and you begin speaking before you even turn around, not giving yourself a second to fall for his stupid handsome face and sad eyes, "in the course of the last two months of our relationship I have felt the most undesirable and stupid that I have ever felt in my entire life. While I understand that you had priorities, the very least you could do was communicate that with me. Do I understand that your commitments will sometimes come before me? Of course, I do, but you didn't even say that. You used me when it was convenient for you and didn't care in the slightest about how your actions or rather, lack of actions, affected me."

"The boyfriend I had in the last month or so of our relationship was a guy I didn't recognize in the slightest. You didn't act like a boyfriend and you didn't even act like my friend! I tried to kiss you, I tried to ease your stress, I tried to do nice things for you and even went out of my comfort zone to seduce you a-a-and you made me feel like some kind of animal with fleas! I could hardly get you to even look at me or text me back and when we spent more than even 15 minutes together it was because you were using me for my bed! I'm not a hotel! I was your girlfriend!" You snap, finding your groove as you let out everything you've been holding in for weeks.

"If that was the real you then I don't want him! If the real version of you is the version who makes no time at all for a relationship that you initiated then we're done! I can't keep chasing you and putting my time and effort into a relationship where I'm made to look like a total fool time and time again. And for what? You made it quite clear that you don't want me so I acted on that."

"I want to be your boyfriend!" Johnny speaks up, voice thick with emotion as he processes all your words and just how horrible he made you feel.

You scoff and laugh bitterly, "you hardly noticed the distance between us. How long did it even take you to notice my absence, John?"

He blinks. It had taken him a long time, too long. "I know it took me a while but that doesn't mean that I don't love you. That I won't fight for our relationship and for you. You mean everything to me and I… can't lose you."

"Your words and your actions are completely contradictory. You can't ignore me and pop back into my life at your convenience. A relationship is a two way street wherein both parties make an effort, not just one of them. That's not fair at all and I'm not going to put my life on hold for my boyfriend to decide when he's ready to bless me with his attention. You may have been my first relationship, but I know that I'm not supposed to be helplessly waiting around to wait for your attention. I deserve more and I owe myself more than that."

"Honey, you deserve the world," Johnny's voice cracks as he steps closer to you, a sob choking him as he steps toward you, "I was horrible and I know that, but I'm not ready to give you up. I'm going to be better, I'm going to make time for you. I'll quit basketball and I'll leave the frat and drop some of my classes. Honey— I love you. I love you more than I've loved anyone and I would go to the ends of the earth to make you happy. I know I haven't shown you that and that I've been the worst boyfriend in the history of boyfriends, but you know that's not me."

"You can't do that," you argue with pinched brows, "if you leave the frat then you'll have no place to live. If you quit basketball then you'll lose your scholarship. You're thinking irrationally, John. People break up all the time. You love, you learn and you move on. It's time for us to move on. I want to move on and I need you to let me do that."

"You're not people to me! I love you! I would leave everything for you and do anything for you," Johnny exclaims, cupping your face as your bottom lip begins to tremble.

You let out a shuddered exhale, "you didn't make me feel that way."

He swipes one of your tears away with his thumb, disregarding his own tears streaming down his cheeks, "I was awful, Honey, I know that. I got so hung up on everything that was happening, my head was a mess and my time management was even worse. Please trust and believe me when I tell you that I won't do the same thing again. I know I hurt you and I will never do that again. I promise on my mother's life."

You let out a thick laugh, "you can't swear on her life."

"I already did, Honey. I can't tell you how much more I mean it, but I can show you. Will you let me?"

"I don't want my heart to get broken again. If you're gonna break my heart or just forget about me again. I can't do that again."

He presses his lips to your forehead, feeling his heart skip a beat as you melt into his chest. You fit perfectly against him like you're meant to be there and his heart aches all over again for the fact that he even for a second let you believe he didn't want you. It hurts his heart even more that you were just going to let him walk out of your life like you meant nothing to him, but that's for him to work out. He rubs your cheek with his thumb, his gaze warm and loving, "it will never happen again. I swear on everything in the entire universe that holds any meaning to anyone."

"One more chance, Johnny," you whisper.

"It's the last and only chance I'll ever ask of you, Honeybee," he smiles, feeling a huge weight lifted off his shoulders. He hadn't even realized how hard it had been to breathe without you. In neglecting your relationship, he'd also been neglecting himself. These past few weeks had put him though the wringer.

He wraps his arms around your shoulders to bring you in for an embrace. He lets out a shuddering breath, a weight off his chest, even though the guilt of what he'd done to you sits heavy in his heart. He knows he can fix this, he doesn't have another choice, because just a few minutes of knowing he lost you felt like his heart had been ripped right out of his chest. He would never let that happen again, ever.

He sniffles, a gentle hand running over your back in small circles, "I love you, Honey. I love you so much it's overwhelming sometimes, and I hate that I ever made you doubt that. I'm going to spend every day of the rest of my life making this up to you."

You sigh, nuzzling into his chest, "it won't take the rest of your life, John. Just remind me how much you love me, show me how much you mean what you said."

He presses his lips to the crown of your head, "I promise, Honey, I promise…"

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

hey queen! Can we get sweets asking Jae for permission before eating infront of Taeyong/Johnny for shits and giggles 🤗🤗 (the tiktok prank going on)

⋆⭒˚.⋆ asking my bf for permission to eat ⋆⭒˚.⋆

Someone's tray clattered on a table on the end of the dining hall, followed by a loud expletive as you assume something falls over. Beside you, fratboy!Jaehyun lowers himself into his seat while Ari begins to dig into her meal. Around the log table, a few more of the Nu Chi Tau frat brothers gather to eat or hang out. Lunches like this don't happen often but you really love it when they do.

Your turkey sandwich had been mediocre at best. With all the money you paid for tuition, you figured your school could at least put a slice of two more of turkey. Like, damn, only two pieces? You're still hungry but not enough to get back in line just to be disappointed again.

Ari nudges your elbow with her own and wiggles her brows at you, "take care of my cake for me? I might have over done it on the chili fries and chicken nuggets."

"You think?" You retort while taking the outstretched fork from your roommate, "you finished like two whole pounds of bean and meat covered fries in under three minutes."

"Don't remind me. Just take the cake before I force it down and regret it," she groans, pushing the dessert plate over.

You take the plate and hesitate for just a moment. Of course, the cake looks good, but you suddenly remember there are other things that can make the cake even better. Particularly, a prank.

You tap Jaehyun's arm, drawing his attention away from his conversation with Taeyong and Johnny who sit across from the both of you, "yeah, Sweetheart?"

"Ari is feeling sick and I was just wondering if I could have her cake?" You ask with faux innocence.

The table around you goes silent instantly save for Ari hiding a laugh behind the palm of her hand. Johnny squints at you and Jaehyun, "did I just hear you correctly? Did you just ask him for permission to eat cake?"

You cock your head and nod, "yeah... I mean, there's a formal coming up and Jae said I should keep my figure tight. He likes to be my calorie counter to keep me in check."

"He said what to you?" Taeyong spits out.

"I never said that!" Jaehyun defends with wide eyes and red cheeks.

Johnny holds his hands up, "but you still count her calories?!"

"I don't do that!" Jaehyun chokes out, "I would never!"

"You hypocritical piece of shit! I've seen you devour a whole large pizza by yourself!" Jungwoo exclaims with an accusatory finger pointed right at Jaehyun.

"I don't make her ask to eat or count her calories! I would never do that to anyone, least of all my girlfriend! Tell them you're joking!" Jaehyun replies.

"Yeah, you dumb fuck, this better be a joke." Doyoung glares coldly before turning his softened gaze to you, "eat your cake, Sweetpea."

You smile sweetly and bat your lashes at Doyoung, "thank you, Doie. You're the best!"

The table wearily returns to their meals and conversations with countless suspicious looks sent in your boyfriend's direction. Jaehyun sinks into his chair, face covered by his hands as his knees jump beneath the table. You suspect Taeyong has just kicked him.

You kiss Jaehyun's cheek and brush his hair away from his forehead, "want some cake?"

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

when the party’s over

fratboy!Jaehyun x f!reader

summary: it was only a matter of time until this conversation came up. Jaehyun only wishes he were better at putting his feelings into words before the conversation went down

word count: 4.2k

warnings: profanity, angst, fuckboy behavior, slut shaming I think, hurt, not too much comfort, anxiety attack mention

a/n: you all asked and I answered, this was very unintentionally inspired by Slim Pickins by miss Sabrina Carpenter, your feedback is very much appreciated! Not to worry, there will be a part 2 because Jae and Sweets are my babies <33

This fic is a part of my fratboy!jaehyun universe but can be read as a stand alone fic!

Timeline wise this happens before women in male fields and before Sweets and Jae are an official couple. I kind of cleared up the timeline in more detail, here!

dividers from adornedwithlight <3

taglist! @chriscentric @mmjhh1998 @jayhoonvroom @yowmaman @completelyjae @hollxe1 @cryingforjae @bluedbliss @choizzn @wonuziex @urlocalbeaner5 @cigarettesafterjae @naturallycomplicated @ive-cool @blckorchidd

The more time you spent around Jung Jaehyun, the more you grew to like him. How could you not? He was kind, he was funny, handsome, he made you feel like the most special girl in the room! In a quiet library you could always look up from your notes to find his eyes on you. During a crowded party you were always at his side and he made sure you were included in whatever was going on around the both of you. 

After four months of being together, you were sure that you were falling in love with Jung Jaehyun. Every time he looked at you with those sweet dimples in his cheeks, every time you woke up in his arms, every time he kissed you, every time the both of you get tangled in the sheets in the throes of passion. Hell, you’d spent nearly your whole summer attached to your phone talking with him when you could have easily been spending time with your family. You want to tell him that you’re falling in love with him.

You want to tell him so badly… but what was holding you back? Well, for one, you’re not his girlfriend. He’s not your boyfriend and he’s made that quite clear. He doesn’t introduce you as anything other than a “very close friend” when he does feel like giving you a title and not just saying your name. He doesn’t like when you call your situation what it is— a situationship. He says that what the two of you have is a lot deeper than that, not a relationship but more than a situationship. He cares for you and “assholes in situationships don’t give a shit about how they make those girls feel.” He cares about your feelings! The whole situationship thing had been a point of contention between the two of you, so you didn’t address it, at least not with him. With Ari and Kira you could vent to your heart's content, but after four months you knew which lines not to cross.

With that being said, you weren't even sure where the huge downward spiral had exactly begun. Had it just been building and building until it all boiled over? Your day hadn’t been all that different than usual, nothing out of the ordinary. You woke up, you went to your classes, you came to the frat house, and you hung out with Jaehyun. Then, you’d go back to your dorm and you and Kira and Ari would continue watching your drama. It was an extremely normal day. 

You were scrolling on your phone when you got a text from one of your friends from high school, giggling to yourself as you read her message. He pokes your side as if to ask what made you laugh. Four months of knowing him and you should know by now that he’s got a bit of FOMO, especially around you. You think it’s part of the reason why he makes sure you’re always included and introduced to everyone he knows so you don’t get the same feeling. He can be so considerate. 

You clear your throat as you read the message out for him to hear, “one of my friends is coming out to visit next week and is so excited to meet my boyfriend. Do you think you’ll be free next weekend?”

You’re too busy typing back a response so you can’t see how Jaehyun’s face has morphed from one of curiosity to one of uneasiness. He clears his throat, “uh, is that what you tell people? That I’m your boyfriend.”

Jaehyun wasn’t sure how to broach this topic, how to voice the anxiety that had been bubbling in his veins for weeks now. How could he tell you, this amazing, kindhearted, absolute sweetheart that he was having doubts? Not doubts about you, no, never you. Rather, doubts about himself. The longer you two were together, the more the nerves just ate him alive. He couldn’t be with you alone without feeling a knot in his throat, always on edge that some day it was all going to blow up right in his face.

Jaehyun would be the first to admit that had his more dim moments, but he wasn’t stupid. He knew that he wasn’t being the best partner by acting like a boyfriend and refusing to give you the matching title. If anyone was more deserving of being his girlfriend— well there wasn’t anyone beside you! He knew you were it for him, but damn, a guy can freak out, alright! 

He’d just spent two years of his life living just about every college guy’s fucking fantasy! He could pull any girl he wanted because they were practically lining up at his door just to catch a glimpse of him. Every week was another girl who didn’t care to be in a relationship simple because they wanted to be with him. He didn’t have to worry about breaking hearts, having titles, meeting friends, planning dates. No, the only worries on his mind were when the condoms ran out and he waited for the nurses at the clinic to call and tell him he was clean. 

But you weren’t like that, you were the opposite and he really fucking loved liked it. He tried to be the best version of himself for you. He tried so fucking hard for you, but it was difficult. Not in the “oh fuck, it’s been two weeks since I got my dick wet” kind of way, but rather in the “I need to communicate how I’m feeling so my actions don’t hurt you but it’s hard” kind of way. But old habits and anxieties snuck in. It had been so long since he had been committed to anyone. It had been so long since he had actually been with someone he wanted to be committed to. Is that something he knew how to do? Had he ruined himself with all his pointless sleeping around? Did he want to be a boyfriend? Fuck, he felt like he was going to be sick.

You giggle softly, clearly not understanding that this is a point of discomfort for Jaehyun, “well, you basically are. I mean, we post each other all the time, we kiss, we have sex, we go on dates. It’s just easier to let people think that you’re my boyfriend than to explain that we’re in an exclusive not-relationship.” You knew it was a topic that made him uncomfortable, but honestly you didn’t really see the big deal. You didn’t want to be like the girls you saw on TikTok who complained about their situationships. You and Jaehyun were different! He was different! He was a good guy. You loved him and you weren’t naive enough to fall in love with someone who didn’t care about you.

“Right,” Jaehyun nods to himself, his voice trailing off. The knot in his throat was getting harder and harder to keep down. Why couldn’t he just say what he wanted to say?! Why was his mouth not working with his brain right now?!

You turn to look at him, your thumbs frozen over the screen of your phone, “why did you say it like that? Is there a problem?”

“I just don’t know how comfortable I am with you letting people think we’re boyfriend and girlfriend.” Fuck, that didn’t come out right. Okay, Jae fix this, take a breath and say what you actually mean—

“I let people think we’re boyfriend and girlfriend? Jae, anyone who doesn't know us would think that. What’s the issue with that?” Too late.

“We’re not boyfriend and girlfriend. That’s the issue.” There’s no going back now.

You sit up now, locking your phone and setting it aside, “but we will be someday.” He stays silent, he’s not looking at you. You feel your panic rising, “Jaehyun, tell me we will be someday.”

“I can’t—” Jaehyun starts, “I can’t tell you that.” God, he could hear the tension just flood the room. He felt his heart drop to his stomach. This wasn’t going to be good. He knew that, anybody with eyes and ears would be able to tell. 

Your mouth dries out, heart pounding so loud it’s the only sound you can hear. “Well, why not?”

He’s pacing now, his hand running through his hair nervously, forcing himself to get his storm of anxiety into actual words, “I can’t— I haven’t been a boyfriend in a long time, Sweetheart.”

“Because of Hana, I know,” you nod, “but Jaehyun, it’s been four months. You told me you really like me.”

“And I do, but I can’t promise that this, us will ever become more than what it is.” No, that’s not right. Fuck! Why is his stupid ass mouth just spouting lies?! Is this some kind of protection mechanism that all reformed fuckboys just activate in moments of high stress? He doesn’t want it, but he just can’t stop it.

You stand now, in the opposite corner of the room from Jaehyun, your eyes hard, “Well, what is so bad about being my boyfriend?!”

“I haven't been a boyfriend in a long time, and I don’t know if I ever want to be a boyfriend again!”

You feel your throat tighten, “you don’t know if you want to be a boyfriend or be my boyfriend?” Your heart is pounding in your chest, face burning as you attempt to keep yourself calm, try to stop yourself from just breaking down into an emotional wreck.

“Sweetheart, what’s the difference? I’m trying to be honest and communicate with you here.”

“The difference is that on one hand you miss fucking around and getting your dick wet with random women and on the other hand you’ve just wasted four months of my life!” There goes your defense mechanism. It’s not your best choice of words and you know it, but in a moment of hurt you acted out in anger. You couldn’t deny that Jaehyun’s reputation had always been something that made you insecure. He could have any girl, he has had any girl he wanted, yet he chose you. You who didn’t sleep with him the first time he asked you to. You who made him work for it. You who didn’t even know who he was when you first saw him. You who always wondered what was so special about you for him to be exclusive with. What was so special about you?

“A waste?” He parrots, “that’s messed up, Sweetheart.”

“Stop calling me that!” You exclaim passionately, throwing your hands up, “what makes you think it’s okay for you to lead me on when you don’t even know if it’s ever going to progress to anything else?” How had he ruined one of the words that you used to love hearing from his mouth? It sounded condescending and disdainful coming from his lips now. The word that had once made you feel happy and warm, now made you feel grimy— like he was saying Sweetheart just to keep you calm, not because he meant it.

“I’m not leading you on,” Jaehyun replies far too calmly for the words that have just left his lips. 

It feels patronizing. It feels like he’s trying to gaslight and manipulate you into thinking in the same fucked up way that he thinks. How could spending four months of exclusive hang outs without the promise of becoming anything more than a “very close friend” not be leading you on? What kind of girl would willingly choose to stay in that situation if she didn’t have hope for her guy? And you had hope, you had mountains of hope for Jaehyun. You’d seen the changes, felt them, heard about them. You were doing good, but this wasn’t the Jaehyun you were getting to know. You didn't know who you were talking to right now. 

“Yes, you have! Who tells a girl they really like them? Who tells a girl that she’s the only girl for them? Who tells a girl that she brings out a side of them that they missed? You told me you were serious about me!” You scream weakly, your voice cracking as tears begin to prick at the back of your eyes. It’s getting harder to breathe now, even as you take deep breaths you know it isn’t nearly enough air to calm yourself down. The room feels like it’s getting both smaller and hotter the longer this conversation goes on.

Jaehyun shakes his head, leaning back to stare at the plain white ceiling of his room before responding with a tired sigh, “and then I started to think about us when you called me your boyfriend and now I’m not sure.”

“What the hell is so horrible about the idea of me being your girlfriend? What is so bad about me?” You feel helpless as the question leaves your lips. Whatever he says you know you’re not going to like, but you need to know. Even if it breaks you.

“I just… I haven’t been in a committed relationship for such a long time. I didn’t have time to adjust from being free to being tied down to someone,” he explains with another sigh, this time of frustration.

And you snap, because what the hell is so frustrating about being with you? You who let this bitch ass fratboy lead you on for four months? You who taught this adult man how to wash his fucking bed sheets. You who taught him how to use separate shampoo, conditioner, and body wash. You who taught this college student how to study. Fuck him. Seriously, fuck him. What does he even mean being fucking free?! As if you stopped him from doing fucking anything besides sticking his dick in anything warm with a pulse. “Being free? In what ways do I hinder you from doing anything you didn’t do before you met me?” You ask with your arms now crossed across your chest. 

“You mean besides the obvious?” He asks with a quirk of his brow. Fuck, wrong move! Damn, his fratboy fuckboy instincts. This is getting ugly and messy and horrible fast. Much faster than he wanted. Fuck!

It’s a knife to your chest. The obvious. The obvious fact that no one seems to let you forget. The fact that he’s not sleeping around anymore. You’re so glad he can read your mind. You’re so glad you spent four months of your life giving this man every opportunity to read your quirks and pick up on what you were thinking. You used to love how in sync you both were, but now? Now you fucking hate it. You clear your throat, forcing the knot in your throat to stay down, if he wants to be an asshole then so will you. “I didn’t realize there was anyone on campus left for you to sleep around with.” You state coldly, your glare icy. Defense mode activated. All the way fucking activated. Attack, attack, attack so he can’t see your hurt. You can’t let him see how your hurt. Fight fire with fire and just deal with the burnt mess later.

“Just you, Sweetheart,” Jaehyun spits back smugly, “but wait… I got you didn’t I? I’ll admit it took a while but here you are, you still decided to stick around. I wonder now… what the fuck makes you think you’re so special if according to you, you’re just one out of the hundreds of girls on campus?” 

The air is sucked out of the room. The tension is so thick that even a knife or a sword wouldn’t be able to cut through it. The room is silent, eerily so. To a random bystander walking by, they might just think this room was empty. Jaehyun didn’t want to say that! Fuck, no! He has never, ever thought of you as just some body to warm his bed. Why the fuck would he say that?! He hated the way that his past made you insecure, though. He hated the way you talked about his past and the way you looked down on him for doing something that didn’t hurt anyone. But you had gone low so he went lower. Now, he feels like he’s actually about to throw up because in the silence of his room he can hear how your breath catches and hear how your heart breaks. 

He’s never seen anyone look so hurt, so fucking destroyed by anything in his life. He feels like a piece of shit. Then there go your tears, making the eyes he loves water and shine like the stars in the sky. Your voice is thick with your tears and with your pain as you force out weak, “Fuck you, Jaehyun.” 

He wishes he could take it all back. He wants to cross the room right now and just hold you against his chest, hold you and kiss you until the only thing you remember about him is how much he cares about you, how strongly he feels for you. He wishes he could time travel. He wishes he had just bitten back his anxiety and said, ‘Yeah, I’d love to meet your friend! Have her come to the party!’ He wishes that instead of acting out of hurt and anxiety that maybe he had just taken the time to think— fucking think about how he was feeling and said something! 

When had you ever made him feel like he couldn’t talk to you?! Never! That was just one of the millions of things he loved liked about you! Fuck, he was so fucking stupid! But he can’t do any of that. It’s like his body is refusing to work with his brain. It’s like he’s watching this whole mess go down from outside his body. He’s watching this shell of himself act in a way he should never ever treat you. He doesn’t even register his mouth moving, but he hears himself say, “Sweetheart, you already have.”

You don’t stop the tears then, you don’t say anything else as you gather your things and try to stop yourself from sobbing out loud. You can’t see anything, just a mess of colors through your tears as you grab your backpack and your phone. You can’t breathe either, it’s like your body is in fight or flight mode. You’ve given all the fight you have left to give and now you need to get the fuck away from here. 

Jaehyun stands as still as a statue, watching how your shaky hands gather everything you brought with you like you’ll die if you don’t get out of here in a minute. He’s screaming at himself to move, to apologize, to say something— anything! He can’t fucking lose you! But he doesn’t and he hates himself for it. The slam of his bedroom door is what seems to snap him out of it. He immediately clutches at his chest, running a hand through his hair as tears of despair fill his eyes. He can’t breathe. “What the fuck did I just do?” He whispers to himself. 

You’re running down the hall, hiccuping as you try to breathe and just get as far away from this hell hole as you can. The house is quiet, as quiet as you’ve ever heard it and you know the guys are home. They heard everything and that fills you with a whole different kind of pain. A pain of anxiety and nerves, knowing that they were all just witnessed to your heart not just being broken but stomped on, that they heard how you were completely eviscerated and treated like some cheap piece of ass, and how they also heard you speak to one of their own in a way that you had ever talked to anybody before.

You stumble down the last steps, watching helplessly as your phone and backpack clutter to the floor as your knees hit the floor with a dull thud. Just what you needed, perfect. You’re a mess now, on the brink of an anxiety attack as you gather your pens and pencils and back while your mind is on the brink of just shutting down completely. You haven’t felt this helpless in a long time, since you tried to do some hairstyle on yourself as a girl and just couldn’t get it right. But it hurts worse, it hurts so much fucking worse because you know that this is something that is going to stick with you for a long time. 

You want to curl up on the dirty, sticky floor, sob and lay here until Mother Nature does her thing and this is just a memory long forgotten, but you refuse to stay stagnant. Get out, get out, get out.

You cough, hating the way that your own tears are starting to choke you. Why can’t you fucking breathe?! Why isn’t the zipper closing? Why do you have so many god damn pens? Why is your phone so far away? Just— why?

And then there’s another pair of hands. Then two pairs. Then three. One pair of hands gathers the pens, the other zips your bag closed, the other helps you to your feet. And then all hands embrace you. A warm embrace that is just what you need to break down completely. Your tears the soft cotton of Johnny’s favorite t-shirt, Taeyong’s soft and gentle hands use a tissue to soak up your tears, and Haechan hugs your back tightly, knowing that you need the pressure to ground you. You want to be far, far away from this frat house right now, but you don’t want them to leave you alone. 

You can’t tell who’s speaking over your sobs or the racing of your heart in your own ears, but you hear, “you’re alright.”

You hear, “breathe with me.”

You hear your friends, though a by-product of your former not-relationship with Jaehyun, care for you. It’s just what you need. Johnny kisses your forehead in much of the same matter that your mom would when you were younger, Taeyong rubs your back, and Haechan cries with you. 

When your sobs have calmed to sniffles and a steady somewhat stream of tears, you peel yourself off Johnny’s chest with a stuffy apology. You wipe away the tears with shaking hands, “thanks, guys. I should go now, though.”

“I called Ari and Kira, so at least wait until they get here. We don’t want you leaving in this state alone,” Haechan tells you quietly, like he’s afraid that speaking any louder will break you even further. 

You shake your head fervently in response, responding in a broken voice, “I can’t be here any longer.”

Taeyong nods, leading you to the door. For a second you feel your heart break all over again, he’s kicking you out. One of the closest friends you’ve made in the frat is kicking you out. But he answers with a simple, “we can wait outside on the porch then. The fresh air will be good for all of us.”

You sit on the brick steps of the house, taking deep breaths that Johnny guides you through with Haechan’s hand in yours while Taeyong brushes your hair away from your face. You’re thankful for them. Thankful that even though this house has brought you heartbreak, it has also brought you love in all forms. Your backpack is planted beside you, a warm wind breezing against your heated skin. The air is sweet with a breeze all too warm for this point in the year, but your body needs it. 

You hear Ari and Kira before you see them. Ari’s high pitched yell, “where is that bastard?! I’ll kill him!”

Kira hisses out, “shut the fuck up! She doesn’t need this right now!”

Both girls engulf you in a warm hug that has your chest heaving all over again, wanting to just get all the bitter pain out of your body. Ari takes your bag, helping you up to your feet while Kira takes your hand in hers giving it a reassuring squeeze. 

You turn to your fratboy friends, feeling more tears, not because of Jaehyun, but because you know you won’t see them as much. They have loyalties to Jaehyun that you won’t impede on, a literal brotherhood, but you hate that in losing Jaehyun you have also lost your good friends. 

You clear your throat, “Thanks for helping me out, I guess I’ll see you guys around.” Your voice breaks, “I’m going to miss you guys and I'm really sorry about what you heard—”

“Don’t talk like that, Sweets, and don’t apologize. We’re not going anywhere— we’re still your friends. You girls get home safe, we’ll see you,” Taeyong smiles sweetly.

Johnny embraces you one more time, a tight squeeze with a swift peck to your temple, “everything will work itself out, I know it.”

You nod, thanking him in a quiet whisper before accepting a hug from Taeyong. You turn to Haechan, expecting his hug, but he rolls his eyes, “the fuck, Sweets? I’m coming with you girls.”

You wave goodbye to the Nu Chi Theta president and vice president one last time, letting your eyes wander over the exterior of the house you’d been a frequent visitor of for four months. With one last glance and a reluctant glance at the third window on the far right, you leave. 

a/n: feedback would be very, very appreciated! Thank you for reading this far! I don't have an exact date for part 2 so please don't rush, I'm not leaving them off on a bad note! :)

Part 2 here!

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

⋆⭒˚.⋆ no nut november ⋆⭒˚.⋆

summary: your stupid boyfriend and his stupid frat do this stupid competition and your boyfriend happens to be the returning champ. can he win again?

word count: 6k

(cw: MDNI 18+, f!reader, plot revolving smut, dry humping, somnophilia-ish, dirty talk, oral f receiving, facesitting, edging/orgasm denial? (girl idk the difference) audio exhibition?, fingering f receiving, p in v sex, protected sex, multiple orgasms)

a/n: feedback needed pls oh my god like I can't even believe I wrote this

dividers from saradika-graphics!

The air feels... off as you walk into the Nu Chi Tau frat house. The first day of November is unusually warm but there's a chill that raises every hair on your body as you enter the house. The men that live here are up to something... something more nefarious than usual...

"It's one of our biggest fundraisers of the year actually," you hear as you enter the living room, watching Taeyong talk to one of the newest members of the frat, "I don't personally participate, but a lot of the guys spend the whole year saving up money to hedge bets and have savings for when they inevitably lose."

Your brows furrow as you listen. What fundraiser could this possibly be? None of the guys can cook, the food drive happens in the winter, alumni stuff happens in the spring, and Jaehyun hadn't told you anything about a fundraiser. You feel like you'd know now, especially since you've been around so long. Wouldn't it be the frat sweetheart's responsibility to at least know about the fundraisers? Even if it was just a sort of honorary title.

You step closer and listen closely as the new kid responds, "you guys don't tell anyone what the fundraiser actually is though, right? I mean, that's just a little dirty, isn't it?"

Now your curiosity is fully piqued. You don’t even bother to hide that you’re listening. Your drop your purse onto a table and scoot closer to the brothers. What kind of fundraiser could possibly be dirty? Surely, not the car wash that is held right before summer. It's too cold for that now and no one wants to see a bunch of half naked guys shivering and uncomfortable, it would be bad for business.

Taeyong shrugs, “I mean, it’s really just competition between us. If it raises money, it raises money, you know? The food banks we donate the winnings to are just happy to receive a donation. It's a bit of fun for the guys and for a good cause.”

“So the guys don’t win anything?”

“Winner gets a trophy and a pizza party. Jaehyun won last year.”

“Jaehyun won what?” You ask, interrupting the conversation, no longer able to hold back your curiosity. Especially hearing that your own boyfriend is a winner of something you don't even know about.

“No nut November,” the newest member answers with a casual smile.

You feel your blood chill in your veins, spine straightening and gaze hardening. The whole frat was about to partake in No Nut November and you weren’t told? This was exactly the evil feeling you had when you walked into the house. Something was deeply wrong with the universal vibes. Certainly, all the testosterone within the walls had made them all go crazy and this was the first bit of evidence.

“Jaehyun, baby! Come down please,” you call out though your voice carries an edge. This new kid has to be wrong, that doesn't sound like anything your wonderful, sexy boyfriend would do without telling you about.

Your boyfriend makes his way down the stairs and greets you with a kiss on the cheek, only noticing your tension when the gesture isn’t reciprocated. “What’s going on?” He asks, hand on your waist.

“I was just being told that you’re reigning champ for a competition,” you answer, your voice shakily bright.

“You’re a total legend in my book, man! Respect!” The younger beams as he daps Jaehyun up before slipping out of the room to find someone else to chat with.

You turn your steely gaze to Jaehyun, “why didn’t you tell me this was an annual occurrence? You know this affects me too, right? Who even let you sign up for this? Couldn’t you just put money up?”

“Sweetheart, I have a title to defend. Last year was easy, but this year I have to commit. I can’t lose!” Jaehyun replies passionately.

“Last year was easy?” You mock with a poor impression of his voice, “how do you figure?”

“The Dark Period,” Taeyong coughs under his breath, eyes darting away from you and your boyfriend.

Your brows furrow, a question already working its way out of your lips as Johnny wanders through the living room on his way to the kitchen, “that’s what we call your break up period.”

“So you won because you weren’t getting any last year?” You ask your boyfriend with arched brows.

“That and it’s pretty hard to rub one out when you’re feeling depressed, spending every night spiraling over breaking your girl’s heart. But hey, this year I have the added challenge of you. The win will be more meaningful,” Jaehyun ends his explanation with a smile.

“Well, nobody will make it to the end of the month anyway. I know Bee seems shy, but she’ll keep you occupied, huh, Johnny?” You ask, starting to feel a weird sense of dread settle in your gut.

“I don’t know,” Johnny shrugs with a smirk, “Bee’s finishing up a study abroad trip until the last week of November. That will get me through most of the month and I really like the idea of Jaehyun losing.”

“Taeyong?” You question, panic rising.

Taeyong holds his hands up defensively, “conflict of interest since I manage the bets and handle the money.”

“Well, Yuta and Haechan won’t win!” You offer as your voice rises in pitch slightly.

“Yuta’s getting ready for a big game against the the school’s biggest rivals and the soccer team is really weird about testosterone stuff so that's it's own version of no nut November. And Haechan, well, he’ll be an easy out but he buys his way back in. Little thief starts selling shit from around the house to buy in over and over again,” Jaehyun responds.

“Well what about me?!” You ask, petulantly stomping your foot like a spoiled child.

“Sweetpea, it’ll be a win for the both of us. No Nut November champs,” Jaehyun replied softly, hands on your arms in an attempt to soothe you.

Your jaw drops, “Jae, a girl doesn’t nut, don’t be gross. And I won’t be participating, I’m not a member and I have nothing to lose.”

Jaehyun's face freezes for just a second, eyes darting over to his brothers who are trying entirely too hard to look like they aren't listening- which they aren't good at. With a gentle hand on your arm, he guides you upstairs to his room.

The door shuts and not a full second passes before Jaheyun is turning toward you with an incredulous look, “What do you mean you're not participating? You're going to rent a November boyfriend to handle part of my role?"

You cross your arms and bite your inner lip, acting like you don't hate the idea. Jaehyun's jaw drops and a surprised gasp leaves him, his cheeks growing red like they always do when he gets upset or wound up, in this case, both of the above. You place a hand on his arm, stopping your teasing with a sigh, "I'm joking, baby... I mean, you'll still help get me off, right?"

His tension eases, but only just slightly, "Sweetheart, I don't think I'd be able to get you off without finishing and losing."

"I'm not asking for penetrative sex, I already know you wouldn't last, not even after a week. Your mouth and hands will still work, won't they?" You ask, feeling almost hopeful.

He rubs at the back of his neck, contemplating his options. On one hand, he'll have to deal with you cranky and pent up. The idea of you going back to using your toys or imagining you getting off in your room alone is already making him feel hot and angry. That's his job. On the other hand though, he'll have to deal with being pent up and risk losing out on defending his title when he risks blowing a load in his boxer untouched from helping you out.

He ultimately decides on the latter, "They'll still work. Just... try not to sound like you're enjoying it when I do it."

You laugh and decide that you want your boyfriend to win. You decide that you can survive a month without his dick mainly because you know the sex afterward will be mind-blowing and he'll be riding both the high of a win and an earth shattering orgasm.

It's easy enough for the first week. Between classes, homework, and Jaehyun working on organizing the December food drive, you're both busy. There's still time of course to spend time together of course, he's your boyfriend after all. Though, most of your time together is now spent watching movies or shows which isn't completely out of the ordinary. You'd do this anyway, except that now, Jaehyun is cautious of even initiating a kiss longer than two seconds for fear of being unable to control himself.

That only lasts 7 days, not even a full 168 hours of a week. It's just before midnight on the sixth when you wake up feeling stifling hot and sweaty. Your eyes blink open, finding your boyfriend's room as dark as it was when you went to bed.

"Baby?" You question, finding that there doesn't seem to be any reason for you being awake right now. That is until you feel it...

Jaehyun's arms are wrapped around you, no tighter than usual but you feel something familiar. His hardness is settled between your thighs, right against your clothed sex as he spoons you and rocks his hips into you. His breaths puff against the back of your neck and mix with sleepy moans.

"Jaehyun?" You ask softly, trying to extract yourself from his arms, fully expecting to find him awake. You turn your head, finding your boyfriend nuzzling into his pillow with his eyes shut, incoherent murmurs leaving his lips as he carries on. Your eyes widen as it hits you, he's still asleep.

"Jaehyun," you call out louder, tapping his arms in the hopes of waking him up.

He groans as he wakes up, his voice groggy and confused, "what happened?"

Your face burns hot with arousal and embarrassment, "you were humping me in your sleep."

Jaehyun seems to become fully alert then, finding that your statement is indeed correct. He sighs and extricates himself from you while dragging a hand down his face. Sure enough, he feels the front of his boxers damp with his own precum as his dick stands straight and hard. "I'm gonna go take a shower," he rasps, standing from his bed more quickly than his body was ready for.

"I'll be back," you hear him say, you hum out a confirmation as you watch him stumble toward the door and out into the hall.

Jaehyun is still blinking blearily on his way to the bathroom, reaching for the doorknob only to find it being pulled away from him. On the other side of the door stands Doyoung, wet hair and covered in a towel.

Jaehyun narrows his eyes, "what happened to you?"

"Sunshine sent me a selfie of her in a paint covered shirt with too much cleavage, you?"

"Had a wet dream and woke up while fucking Sweets' thighs," Jaehyun replies suspiciously.

"You lose?" Doyoung replies, just as suspicious.

Jaehyun shakes his head, "almost, still hard as a rock and in need of a cold shower. Did you lose?"

"No, I'm going to give you some real competition this year. Shower's yours," Doyoung nods, brushing past Jaehyun.

Jaehyun is quick to jump into a frigid shower with a sharp hiss. He hates that he couldn't stay in bed, he hates that his body can't control itself, and worse, he hates that the images from his dream of you panting and writhing against his sheets are replaying even as stands beneath a freezing stream of water.

You're not sure how long Jaehyun is on the shower, but you do know that you're slightly roused when he gets back into bed. He doesn't cuddle you, just takes your hand into his cold grasp and forces himself to go back to sleep.

After that unintentional loss of control, Jaehyun becomes strict. There are rules in place that make your brows raise and almost question his sanity. First, you can't sleep in his clothes, full pajama pants and shirts with sleeves are required if you spend the night. Second, you can't send him surprise selfies with any skin below your neck. The selfies you send can only be of your face, only smiles, no puckered lips and no red lipstick allowed. You are practically forbidden from sending him selfies when you go out with the girls. Third, you are no longer allowed to cuddle with him in the morning after you spend the night.

You imagine that the list will grow as November draws to a close and your boyfriend grows more and more tightly wound. Though, a week and a half later you don't really care about his rules. You've had a week's worth of stress and the week isn't even done with.

You go storming up the stairs of the frat house like a dark cloud is hanging over your head. You don't know if you're going to scream, or cry, or kick a wall, or possibly all three. You storm into our boyfriend's room and throw yourself face down onto his bed, catching him by surprise.

"Sweet girl? What's wrong?" Jaehyun asks from his desk chair.

"I hate my group mates for my project! They're so useless and incompetent and I feel like I'm doing everything! The project is due by Friday and even though I've reminded them in person and through text, nothing has been done!" You explain, though your words are muffled by his mattress.

"Oh, Sweetpea... have you tried to tell your professor?" He asks, sitting beside you on the bed as he rubs your back soothingly.

You turn to face him, eyes shining with tears which he hates, "her TA is taking over the class because she's on sick leave, but I found her Facebook. She's in Italy and the TA told me to figure it out myself!"

You feel him press a kiss to his cheek, "I wish I could kick their asses for you, Sweet girl."

"Can you just eat me out instead?" You ask with a pout.

Jaehyun gulps and you sit up, ready to try to convince him, "I'm not trying to make you lose. I'm asking from a purely scientific standpoint. I'm beyond stressed and scientifically an orgasm helps with stress. There's a flood of dopamine, endorphins, serotonin and all that good stuff. I get a climax and I get a good feeling of bliss and a clear head so I can handle this issue better. No funny business, I swear."

Jaehyun mulls it over. You made some really points and true to your own words, he trusted that you wouldn't do anything to ruin his chances of winning. You'd already made it 19 days without trying anything and you accepted all his crazy rules without much question. He also hadn't made good on his end of the deal yet, remembering that he had offered his hands and mouth. You hadn't asked until now, so you must really need the relief.

He sighs, "Fine, yes. Just remember, you have to act like you don't like it."

You smile giddily but quickly smother it with a nod, "yeah, right. You're not very good at it anyway so it won't be hard."

Jaehyun's face falls into an unamused look, "aren't I about to do you a favor?”

“A favor,” you repeat mockingly, “you sound like one of those boyfriends who goes down on their girlfriend like it’s a chore.”

You lift your hips as he pulls your pants down, the clothing quickly thrown over your shoulder and followed not too far behind by your panties. His eyes meet yours, "you know that's not how I treat your pretty pussy, Sweetness."

His hands push you thighs open as he slowly descends, wide shoulders keeping your legs spread. The November chill in the air has a shiver running down your spine as you feel yourself start to grow wet. Yeah, 20 days without sex has just the thought of your boyfriend eating you out has you getting hot.

He starts slow, kissing his way up the inside of each of your thighs. Every other kiss becomes a hickey, sucking small, blooming bruises up your leg. You can't help the way your breathing has already sped up, on edge for the pleasure that is sure to come any second now.

"Getting wet for me already, aren't you?" Jaehyun hums, almost like he's talking to your cunt and not you. A gasp tears itself from your throat as he swipes the pad of his thumb through your folds.

He tsks under his breath, drawing his thumb away to find a string of your arousal following the retraction of his thumb, "my poor girl, been so good for me. You deserve this don't you, Sweetheart?"

You nod, staring at the popcorn ceiling, "go- yes, please. Please, Baby."

"So polite," Jaehyun hums, dragging his thumb back through your folds, finding you to be so wet already before he thumbs at your clit. You pant, clearly trying to keep your noises to yourself and Jaehyun feels sick. He loves hearing you, he loves feeling you and he can't do anything about feeling this pleasure for himself because of a stupid competition.

He decides to hide his pout between your thighs instead. Another gasp can be heard and has him growing hard in his sweats as he mouths at you. He groans at the feel, your reactions, the taste that he swears rivals ambrosia.

"Ahh," you let slip, feeling his nose bump at your clit as he literally nuzzles himself into you, burying his tongue inside you to swallow down every single drop of your juices.

The sounds that fill the room are downright pornographic. Jaehyun sucks and slurps eagerly, moaning into your sex as he eats you out like a man starved. It's good, god, it's so good. The sounds, the feel, the sight you steal for just a second has you growing impossibly wetter as you let out a moan and rock your hips against your boyfriend's face.

Jaehyun let's out a particularly loud moan against you send a vibration through your body that has your hands flying to his head with your fingers tangling in his hair.

Jaehyun stops, feeling himself grow lightheaded at the sudden rush of blood south, right to his dick. His hips involuntarily thrust against his mattress and he forces himself to stop. He feels lightheaded, on the brink of giving into his pleasure in one of the best positions to be in. He rests his forehead on your inner thigh, hot puffs of breath hitting your sex as you whine, "I was close!"

He bites his lip, clenching his eyes shut, "I'm— fuck me— I got hard too fast when you pulled my hair and got dizzy. Give me a second."

You bite your lip, tilting your head back up to the ceiling to hide your proud smile. This completion really did have your boyfriend on edge. A hair pull was all it took to make this cock-sure frat boy putty in your hands.

He lets out a long exhale and nods, "you're gonna have to sit on my face. I don't trust myself to not grind against the mattress and I'm not gonna leave you high and dry, okay?"

You perk up, looking down at your boyfriend who looks far more wrecked than you feel, "we can stop. I'll go home and use one of my—"

"No!" Jaehyun interrupts, flipping himself onto his back, erection tenting in his sweats temptingly, "I can make you come. Get up here."

You move slowly, hesitantly. You love getting eaten out as much as the next girl but face sitting makes you feel off... insecure. What if you're too heavy? What if he suffocates? Your anxieties swirl around your head as you shuffle up Jaehyun's body and hover over his face.

"I can see the wheels in your head turning," Jaehyun rasps. His hands wrap around your thighs, "I said sit."

Your hands fly to his headboard, fingers tightening around the wooden bars as he slurps up all your wetness. He gently guides your hips over his face, encouraging you to wrap yourself against him while he pleasures you.

You lose yourself in the pleasure, his request of acting like you hate it is the furthest thought from your mind as one hand braces against the wall and you forget about being quiet. Right now, you don't care who hears you, you don't care if they know what's happening, all you care about is the addicting pleasure your boyfriend is giving you.

He's lapping at you greedily, eating you out like this is his version of heaven and there is no where else he'd rather be. You risk a glance down and mewl, finding his face shut like he's lost in pleasure, lost in you and you keen, "Jae— I'm— close! Hahhhh..."

Jaehyun doubles down, licking at your sweet sex like his life depended on it. Your thighs clench and begin to shake as a tell tale sign of your orgasm drawing near. With one last suck on your clit, you shatter with a breathless moan of Jaehyun's name as you curl forward. His hands around your hips tighten as he holds you steady through the waves of ecstasy, hungrily swallowing down everything you have to give him and more.

You come down from your high what feels like hours later with your mind pleasantly foggy, breathless and weak. It takes all your strength to lift your leg and flop onto your back.

For a few minutes, the only sound in the room is the sound of you and Jaehyun panting, trying to catch your breaths. That is, until a knock sounds out and you hear Mark ask, "bro, did you lose?"

"Jesus Christ— no, Mark!" Jaehyun yells as he drags his hands over his face.

"But did you almost lose?" Haechan asks through the door.

"Almost!" You reply with a smile, sitting up to smack a kiss on your boyfriend's cheek, "my man's a winner!"

You seem to take mercy on your boyfriend in the weeks that follow. You no longer miss sex in a way just to pass time like you had once before, you can handle your stress relief yourself (though you don’t tell Jaehyun). You keep all physical intimacy very basic and very short. Mostly to ease your own temptations, but also because you kissed your boyfriend with tongue on day 22 and he sprinted away from you while repeating Econ statistics with a hard on.

Yes, whole you were once petulant about getting your own fix, now you just want your boyfriend to stick it through. If he’s made it this far, he may as well finish as a winner and then he can finish in you.

On the evening of the 30th, the guys all sit around the living room in mismatched chairs while Taeyong and Johnny go through the stats of the fundraiser so far.

Johnny clears his throat as he reads off the screen, “just to recap everyone buys in for 50 bucks. If you lost you owed another 50 plus additional fees. Just a quick total for initial bets placed, we raised over two thousand dollars.” His smile turns mischievous, “time for the good stuff, the losses and their totals!”

The guys all whoop like their watching some play off game, their cheers echoing around the room before Taeyong and Johnny shush everyone. Johnny smiles as he clicks through the slides, the first few are some new brothers who forgot the rules are quite frankly, didn’t really care. Since they’d lost so early on, they were charged an additional hundred dollars. They shrugged casually despite being embarrassed by their brothers, Johnny continued, “Haechan, lost on day 5 via self pleasure in the shower, costing him an additional 150 dollars. But weirdly, he bought into the competition again the following day with another hundred dollars only to lose three days later thanks to his girlfriend… donating a very generous 500 dollars to the fundraiser. Thank you Haechan!”

Haechan stands and bows repeatedly, clearly enjoying the attention as the presentation continues. Yuta lost after his soccer match on day 15, victory sex. Mark lost on day 17 from a wet dream. Jungwoo lost on day 20 from busting in his pants after kissing his girlfriend too hard. And Johnny, poor Johnny, forgot to tell his girlfriend about the completion and made up fro her few weeks abroad with reunion sex after very foolishly believing he’d be able to last.

“With all these additional losses and buy outs that puts at around nine thousand dollars. Wow guys, truly our biggest fundraiser yet!” Taeyong smiles brightly as he looks out at his brothers.

“That leaves us with just two of our bros left to battle it out as no nut champions of November, Jaehyun and Doyoung. There have been lots of cold showers, lots of extra hours spent studying, and I’m sure lots of torture for your girlfriends. With these last few hours of November, we wish you both the best of luck. And may the best man win!” Johnny cheers, sending the frat into an excited frenzy as they clap both their finalist brothers on the shoulders with a cacophony of whistles and applause.

You would think that all the noise and the excitement of the meeting would lead to a party, a celebration of some kind, but there's not. Instead, you find yourself laying in bed with your boyfriend in your uniform pajamas. He twines his fingers through yours and sighs, "I never thanked you for putting up with me. It was hard for me, but I know it was hard for you too. So... thank you for doing this. I know it's dumb, but it's for a good cause isn't it?"

You rub your hand along the back of his hand, "next year just do Movember, please. For my sanity, I think I can handle you with a sexy mustache better than I can handle a month without your dick."

He let's out a deep chuckle, tightening his hold on your hand before laying it across his chest, "luckily for us, next year I won't have to participate because we'll already be graduated."

"I wouldn't put it past you to be persuaded into participating even as an alumnus," you state while playfully glaring at your boyfriend in the warm light of his room.

He checks the time on his alarm clock quickly before propping himself up on his elbow to look down at you, "you know... it's not too far away from midnight. I can get you off a few times and we can have perfectly timed sex so I don't finish until midnight, on the dot."

He starts kissing your face with slow, tender kisses, working his way down to your neck and to your chest, "I can make it up to you for neglecting you and your perfect pussy all month."

It's exactly the reason you find yourself naked and slick with sweat as you writhe against his hand with your second orgasm of the night. You're trying so hard to keep yourself quiet, you know all too well how many guys are close by, how many would be able to hear you with how thin the walls of the frat house are. But it's just so hard to stay quiet the closer you get to your third orgasm.

You're caged beneath Jaehyun, feeling and hearing how he drives his fingers into your heat with expert precision. You've soaked down to his wrist, every thrust of his fingers milking more and more of your slick out of your perfect body.

"Come on, Sweet girl," Jaehyun encourages in a breathy whisper as his fingers curl up and stroke that spot inside you that has you fisting his sheets with desperation.

"I'm gonna— fuck!" You gasp, the sound mixing with a weak, pleasured moan, "Jae, don't stop!"

This orgasm feels like it shatters you from the inside out. All Jaehyun can do to muffle the satisfied scream you let out is kiss you like his very life depends on it. Jaehyun swears these are the very sounds and feelings that will stick with him for a lifetime. He hopes he never forgets this, any moment with you.

The pleasure ebbs away after a few minutes and you force your eyes open, as heavy as they feel, as hard as it is to do, you do it. This isn't the end of tonight. The grand finale hasn't even happened yet and when you open your eyes you find the wonderful sight of your boyfriend sliding a condom down his length.

You instinctually slide your legs open, allowing Jaehyun to take his place between them. He presses his forehead to your own, his warm breath hitting your face, "you can't make fun of me if I don't last very long. I won't be able to help it."

"I promise, Baby," you nod, cupping his cheek as you press a sweet kiss against his lips.

He feels like a teen all over again. How is it that a kiss from his girlfriend, just a kiss, makes him even harder?

His hands grip your hips, tugging you down his bed until his tip is just centimeters away from your hot, slick center. He bites his lip and holds back a groan as he notches himself into your heat. It's overwhelming, mind-melting, and fuck— it feels so good.

"Geez, Sweetheart. How are you still so fucking tight after three orgasms?" Jaehyun chokes out, forcing himself to fight the urge to buck into you. He knows he wouldn't last and the clock tells him he still has minutes to go unless he's going to edge himself, which he doesn't plan on doing.

You don't say anything. You don't even move despite how hard it is to keep yourself still. You rub the back of his neck softly and let him move only when he's ready. As teasing as this feels, you still want him to win. On one hand, it would be a waste to have gone this long for nothing and on the other hand, well, selfishly you want to fuck a winner. A champion, even if it's for something as stupid as no nut November.

Jaehyun exhales shakily, sinking into you slowly while cursing under his breath. Every breath he exhales feels laborious. Every cell in his body is screaming at him to give this up, give into his instincts and fuck you like you deserve and fuck— he should have waited until midnight.

Now fully sheathed inside you, you let out a soft exhale which has Jaehyun groaning. You're so tight, so hot and so fucking perfect. But god help him, you feel too good especially with how you're squeezing around him and sucking him in like he belongs there.

"Shit— you gotta stop squeezing me like that, Sweetness," Jaehyun exhales shakily.

You whine, "I can't help it! You feel so big!"

His head drops to your shoulder, hands gripping your hips tightly in an effort to control himself. He let's out a hot puff of air along the column of your neck as he draws his hips back just an inch and freezes again. There it is again, that pleasurable feeling in the base of his spine, pulsing and wanting its release.

He can last a few minutes, he has to or all this waiting will be for nothing. He moans as he sinks into you again, slowly so as to make you and himself feel every inch of what was missed throughout the month.

"You have the most perfect pussy, Sweet girl. I missed this, fuck," Jaehyun moans, slowly thrusting in and out of you.

You're so sensitive right now, moaning and mewling right in his ear like it's your first time all over again. The stretch of him inside you is the perfect mix of pleasure and just a hint of pain. You want to tell him to just give up and fuck you like he means it, but your words can't even be formed.

Your back arches off his mattress as his cock brushes against your cervix with a soft cry, already so wound tight from three orgasms and holding yourself back for the sake of your boyfriend. "Jaehyun, I can't!" You cry out, tears lining your eyes, "fuck me. Please!"

Jaehyun, the perfect boyfriend that he is, can't imagine denying you of anything else. Not when you feel as perfect as you do around him. He moans, fingers on your hips tightening so much that you know there will be bruises in the morning.

He starts grunting in time with his thrusts, nearly fucking the shape of your frame into his mattress. Every rock of his hips brings with it the creaking of the bed but neither of you can find it in yourselves to care. Especially not as he practically carves his length into your slick heat.

You buck your hips up, following his hips every time he pulls himself back, "I need to come!"

He sends a silent thank you to every higher power that his body has at least been able to hold off giving into his own ecstasy until you finish. "Give it to me, Sweetheart," he chokes out, loosening hi grip on your hip in favor of rubbing at your clit in maddening, fervent circles.

"Jaehyun!" You gasp, letting yourself go and giving into the pleasure. Your body tenses momentarily before you're arching forward with your head thrown back, moans and cries leaving your throat. It's overwhelming, all-consuming and has you feeling like there will never be a feeling to top this.

Jaehyun doesn't even try to hold himself back any longer, not with the way your body practically strangles his length. He drives his hips against your own in unsteady, sporadic thrusts. His lungs burn for a full breath of air, but the urge to breathe isn't nearly as strong as the urge to come.

He bucks, broken moans sounding right beside your ear as he grounds himself inside you time and time again, like he wants to fuse your bodies together. One thrust, another, one more and, "oh fuuuuck!"

It's more than fireworks, it feels like a god damn bomb has gone off when Jaehyun released himself into the latex. Colors explode his eyes in shades and hues never before seen with the human eye, everything around him smells sweeter, and he feels as close to being a god as any man has ever felt. Nothing has ever felt as good as this does, but he's not willing to go this long without being inside you ever again, no matter how heavenly it feels.

You slowly blink your eyes open, wrapping your arms around your boyfriend's back as he pants and mumbles incoherently in your ear. His weight on top of you is pleasant and helps ground you. Your hands calm his racing heart as you trace mindless shapes across his back.

With a sigh, your eyes flick to the bedside table, looking at the time before you flit your eyes back to the ceiling. Wait— that can't be right. Jaehyun groans as you pat his back, feeling like all his bones weigh a million pounds. Still, he manages to lift his eyes and follow the direction in which your finger is pointing.

And okay it's not to late, but oh— oh shit...

11:59.

edit a/n: go check out a bonus bit in my reblog for the aftermath!

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the after party

fratboy!Jaehyun x f!reader

summary: Jaehyun realizes he's going to need to put some real work in to try to win you back. What, he didn't really think it would be easy to win you back, did he?

word count: 6.7k

warnings: profanity, angst, hurt, violence (a fight), drinking alcohol

a/n: THIS IS A PART 2! Read part 1, when the party's over, for context and catch up on more of my fratboy!Jae au!

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Jung Jaehyun never thought he was stupid before this break up— could he even call it that? He always just figured he had one of those brains that wasn’t quite meant for academics and his strengths laid elsewhere. For a while he was able to convince himself that this was true. But then everything with you happened…

He’d gone and effectively ruined what could have possibly been the best, healthiest, most wonderful, most amazing relationship of his life just because he was a fucking idiot who didn’t know how to properly handle his feelings. Well, no, not an idiot for that reason alone, but more of an idiot because he said horrendous thing to you as a shit defense mechanism. He couldn’t chase after you, he couldn’t watch you leave, he couldn’t reach out, now, he could barely hear your name being said. He watched helplessly as the pictures of the two of you disappeared from your instagram, how one by one your friends all removed him from their following, how you blocked him, how soon enough he was like a ghost who had never even been a part of your life at all. A cautionary tale you’d one day share with your kids when you met the right man. He hated it. He hated it so much.

Every night he laid in bed, staring at his ceiling with a torturous pain in his chest that didn’t subside no matter how hard he cried, how loud he screamed into a pillow, no matter how much he drank, or how much he wrote about it. His actions, his words, the look of absolute pain and betrayal on your face haunted him unlike anything he’d ever experienced before. Every time he laid down to clear his mind, there were your tear filled eyes staring at him in horror as his own voice echoed in his head, “what the fuck makes you think you’re so special?” How could he have asked you that?! How could he have spoken to you like that?! You’re the most special girl on campus, in the country, in his life, on the face of this planet! He hates himself for saying that! 

Six weeks have passed of feeling like this. Six long weeks that pass by in a very numb, dull manner. Every day without you is bleak. He misses hearing you talk, he misses kissing you, he misses just being near you. It’s too much for him. Sometimes he’ll catch glimpses of you across campus and go running over to you, ready to fall to your feet and beg for your forgiveness, but one of your friends always sends him a glare that scares him to his core. It’s enough to keep him away from you.

It’s not just your friends that don’t let him forget. Haechan doesn’t make himself shy to drunkenly shout, “Jaehyun, I hate you!” It happens at every frat party Nu Chi hosts. It’s the only time Haechan even looks in Jaehyun’s direction since everything went down. It’s the only time he talks to him or yells at him or acknowledges him. Haechan has made it very obvious whose side he took in the breakup and it’s very obviously not Jaehyun. The other guys are at least more subtle with their disappointment and disapproval. They can pretend to have conversations with him in front of his face while also simultaneously talking about him behind his back. He’s caught Johnny and Taeyong doing that multiple times. 

After 6 weeks of feeling like shit, Jaehyun decides it’s time to at least try to talk to you seriously. Maybe he doesn’t go about it the best way, scratch that, he absolutely does not, but he’s ready to try. He doesn’t want to go home for Thanksgiving break and explain to his family that he fucked up the best relationship he ever had. He’s determined to get you back if it’s the last think he does. 

Jaehyun remembers your schedule for the semester and walks over to your dorm when he knows you’ll be home. In one hand he’s got a bundle of flowers, and in the other he’s got a box of your stuff that you’d left behind. Right, so… maybe returning your stuff wasn’t the best move, but maybe it would open the door to conversation somehow. At least, that’s what he was banking on. 

He knocks, his heart pounding in his chest as he hears shuffling behind the door. There’s quick stomping behind the door and then Ari opens it. He feels disappointment just flood his body, but he keeps his smile on his face. “Hey Ari, is she uh, is she here?” 

He can hear you whisper angrily, “tell him I’m not here!”

Ari recites robotically, “she’s not here.”

Jaehyun nods slowly, shame flooding his body. You don’t even want to see him. That stings like a damn smack to the face. He clears his throat, “well, I brought her things back. I brought her some flowers too. Could you… could you tell her that I’m really sorry? I know I fucked up, but I’d really just like her to know that I didn’t mean anything I said. I would never.”

He can hear you scoff, it sounds close, you must be standing on the other side of the door and he feels his heart pound in his chest. He’s never felt like this before, so nervous and anxious of what someone might think of him. Being around you has never made him feel anxious, yet here you are, 2 feet away and he feels like a kid with a crush all over again.

“Tell him he can fuck off and that I never want to see his stupid fucking face ever again,” comes your harsh whisper. A black garbage bag lands beside Ari’s leg, “and tell him to take his shit too.” Fuck… it was one thing to imagine the level of anger you held toward him, but to hear it hurt unlike anything else.

Ari grabs the bag and thrusts it toward Jaehyun, “she said this is for you.”

Jaehyun takes the bag, feeling a sense of desperation. You’re so close, he’s right here. All he wants to do is talk. He just wants to talk to you and apologize, that’s it. He wants you to know that he didn’t mean anything he said and he would always have a special place in his heart for you. Always. 

“Sweetheart, I— please,” Jaehyun tries. 

Ari’s face pulls into what he assumes to be is a somewhat sympathetic frown, jerking the garbage bag in his direction once more, “this is your stuff.”

The painful feeling in his chest returns. A tight, burning sensation that steals the breath from his lungs and brings a pressure to his eyes. He nods silently, setting the box beside Ari’s feet before taking the bag from her hands. Very weakly he manages to get out, “these are for her.”

Ari takes the flowers, sending Jaehyun a tiny smile before he makes his way down the hall like he has many times before. He hears your door open and he turns with a feeling of bright hope. You’re going to come to him. Everything is going to be ok. He’ll get to apologize, you’ll take him back, and everything will be fine. It’s not you though, it’s just your arm tossing the bouquet of flowers down the hall in his direction. 

His heart drops. 

But he’s not giving up yet.

The next time he tries to talk to you admittedly, isn’t his best work, but it was spur of the moment! He decides to wait outside one of the buildings where your class is being held after one of his lectures ended early. He’s not proud to admit that he’s been studying the schedule of your classes that you sent him before everything went down. Actually, he’s been religiously poring over every interaction the two of you shared. He’s rereading texts, listening to songs you shared, and staring at pictures. He knows that this isn’t a class that you share with any of your friends and on these you walk home alone. It’s the perfect opportunity for him to act.

Luckily, he’s better prepared this time. He’s been thinking about his apology to you on a regular basis. He thinks about it when he showers, when he eats, before bed, during chapter meetings, in class. Every chance he gets to think about what he’s going to say, he uses to practice his words over and over again. By now, he knows the exact words he wants to say, he knows what he wants to apologize for, and he knows without a shadow of a doubt that he wants you.

He sits on a bench just a couple yards away from your building, anxiously twiddling his thumbs and biting his bottom lip. He thinks he must look crazy. His hair is unkempt, bags under his eyes, and his knee is bouncing anxiously,.The class starts to pour out, but Jaehyun knows well enough that you won’t be one of the first ones out of the class. You like to stay behind to clear up any amount of confusion you had, even if it was just a word you thought you misheard. He finds himself wishing it was last semester all over again when the two of you had that child development class together. God, he’d do anything to go back and do it all over again, but better this time. He wouldn’t let you slip away if he could do it again.

He wipes his sweaty palms on the front of his jeans and stands. His heart starts to race in his chest when he sees you. You look beautiful, radiant even. The warm sun illuminates your hair, making you look like an angel right from heaven. You’re looking down at a piece of paper as you walk down the steps, right in his direction. He hates that he find himself thinking that you look even too pretty, too calm. It doesn’t look like you got your heartbroken just a month ago. You look normal, too normal while he looks like shit. 

He clears his throat and shakes that thought out of his head, exhaling to calm himself before he calls out, “Sweetheart, hey.”

Your head snaps up like someone just scared you. Your eyes are wide, spine straight, and whole body tensed. Jaehyun notices immediately that your body language tells him that you’re uncomfortable. It makes him feel sick.

Your eyes flick up to meet his but you immediately begin walking away from him. Not a word. Not more than a second of eye contact. Just walking away right away.

He starts following you, reaching out to lightly grasp your wrist, “Sweets I just want to talk. You don’t even have to respond-”

You wrench your arm from his touch and his breath catches in his throat. Your gaze is fiery and angry, but your voice is calm, “what the hell makes you think that I would allow you to speak to me again?” Your voice is angry, as is your gaze, but fuck, your eyes look so pretty. The beautiful, deep pools of what he’s discovered is his favorite color to have ever existed. His mind knows it, and his heart certainly knows it too. There’s still a connection between the two of you. Something just clicks when he looks you in the eye.

“I just want to apologize,” Jaehyun stutters, cheeks warm with embarrassment.

“And you can continue wanting to do so. Maybe I’ll let you wait and stew around for four months feeling like a total dumbass like you did to me,” you bite at him. 

“Sweetheart, I’m just sorry, alright?” Jaehyun tries again, feeling desperate. It feels like he’s trying to grasp at slippery grains of sand that just keep slipping through his fingers. Why is this so difficult?

“I am too.” You reply shortly, turning on your heel and walking away before he can say anything else. He knows you don’t mean that you’re sorry about what you said during the fight. He knows that your sorry means that you’re sorry you ever wasted your time with him.

His throat feels tight, his eyes burn with unshed tears as he watches you walk away. Nothing has ever hurt as badly as this does. He doesn’t care that past hook-ups could walk by and see him about to cry, he doesn’t care that he’ll look uncool. He cares that he feels helpless, that he won’t get you back. He feels like he fucked up so badly that you might never even look in his direction again. 

But still he refuses to give up until he can actually give you the apology you deserve. He just hates that the mere sight of you makes him clam up and forget everything he had planned to say.

After the last try he starts to go a little crazy. He’d never admit it to anyone, but he had created an extra Instagram account to watch your friend’s Instagram stories. He sees how you practically glow on the screen. You look so ethereal. Like a goddess straight from Mount Olympus. He spends countless nights tapping away through countless friends’ Instagram stories. He sees how they all rally around you with dinner parties, movie nights, partying, and clubbing. In every picture, he can only focus on your face. Your beautiful face smiling so brightly at the camera like nothing horrible has happened to you. Like some dumbass with a 2.0 GPA (barely hanging on by a thread) hasn’t broken your heart and likely made you wary of any romantic interactions to come in the future. Every picture of you, every version of your smiling face, obscured with a plastic cup, covered with a sheet mask, eyes looking elsewhere, is burned into the deep recesses of his mind. How could he have ever hurt someone so beautiful, inside and out?

It’s one of the reasons why he knows you’re at a fucking Alpha Sig party tonight… looking hot as hell in a cute little crop top and your tightest jeans. He sends a mental thank you to Ari for posting a short clip of you guys taking a shot together before you dance off the burning sensation in your throat. It’s the same reason he manages to convince a handful of his own Nu Chi brothers into going to the same party with some weak excuse of fraternity relations.

That’s how he finds himself here, pressed against the wall of the Alpa Sig frat house, hoodie over his head, dead sober as he watches you dance happily with your friends. You look so happy, so carefree, like a love interest right from one of the romance movies you’d made him watch what feels like 100 years ago. Nights where he grumbled about not wanting to watch a stupid romance movie but ended up more invested than you were.

He watched you like he was stuck in some kind of trance. The colored lights flashed and strobed across the crowd of gyrating bodies in what he assumed was the living room when they weren’t partying. He watched as your hips swayed, arms raised as you move to the bone-shaking beat of the house music. He watches as Kira joins you and Ari, watches as she pushes another plastic cup into your hand, he sees how your eyes clench shut at the taste, but you don’t stop drinking whatever you have in your cup. He can’t help the way his eyes track every enticing sway of your hips, how your crop top lifts just a few inches which makes his mouth water. You don’t look inhibited by any kind of break up or broken heart like he does. He looks like some kind of sick and tired ghost summoned to ruin the vibe of the party. Where he used to attract girls like flies to a pot of sweet honey, his frankly off-putting vibe radiates off him so that the only people that can stand to be around him are his brothers that he dragged here. None of them would have ever been found dead at an Alpha Sig party if it weren’t for Jaehyun, and he would have never been found here it it weren’t for you.

He drags his tired eyes away from Yuta and Johnny’s faces, back to you. You and… who the fuck is that touching you?! There’s a random guy pressed to your back with one hand on your hip and the other on your waist, rising slowly until his hand is completely concealed by the tiny t-shirt you wear. He can see the guy dip his head down, whispering something into your ear before his lips begin to press against the slope of your neck. 

Jaehyun is moving before he can even register what he’s feeling. He’s pushing through people until he has his hands on the neck of this asshole who had the guts to touch you. And then Jaehyun’s fist is hitting this guy’s jaw. Then, the punching doesn’t stop. Not when you start to scream and beg Jaehyun to stop. Not when Jaehyun has this guy on the floor beneath him. Not when the broken skin on his knuckles starts to sting. Not when the music stops. He can’t help it, he can’t stop himself. “She’s mine you fucking asshole! How dare you?!” He yells and it feels euphoric. It feels like the only way he can get out any fraction of the pain he’s been feeling for a month and a half now. 

Four hands haul Jaehyun off the douchebag. A panting douchebag who sits up and smiles smugly at Jaehyun before calling out, “you punch like a bitch!”

Johnny and Yuta grunt while they drag Jaehyun out of the house, where the cold air of the night feels like a splash of ice cold water against his face. A refreshing feeling that lasts for only a second before you’re storming down the stairs with tears streaming down your cheeks before you’re coming at him and roughly shoving his chest. He shouldn’t feel his heart skip a beat when your hands touch him, but he does. 

You shove him again, “who the fuck do you think you are?! Huh?”

“Sweetheart, he was touching all up on you. I wasn’t going to just stand and watch it happen,” he explains while he holds his hands up in mock defense.

Your tears don’t stop, your breathing quickens, “and what if I wanted him to touch me? What makes you the all knowing genius for what I want and don’t want? Why the fuck does that matter?!”

His breath catches in his throat and the harsh feel of your hands on his chest makes him take a faltering step back, “b-but that’s not you. You don’t… you don’t do stuff like that.” He knows you don’t. You made it very clear to him when you first met that his flirting wasn’t going to get him into your pants and even when he genuinely tried, it took him weeks to get you to see that he had real feelings for you. 

“Yeah?” You breathe out, using the back of your hand to wipe away your mascara-mixed tears, “how well did my normal work out for me with you? God forbid a girl just wants to have a good time.”

He feels his ears ring, eyes widen, had he hurt you so badly that you were just going to go around and do whatever with random men? Not even random men, a fucking Alpha Sig brother?! That’s lower than low. That’s even lower than the bar he had set in hell for you.

His voice sounds broken, “have a good time with me!”

You scoff, your face twisting into one of disgust, “you’re a piece of shit, Jung Jaehyun.”

You’re turning on your heel and practically running away from him before he can respond, but this time he doesn’t just let you walk away. He’s made that mistake twice before and only idiots let the same mistake happen three times. 

He’s moving after you quickly, desperately calling out, “I’m sorry!”

Johnny is in front of him before he can get too far, too close to you. His hand is gripping the back of Jaehyun’s hoodie, preventing him from running any further. “You have to let her go right now, dude,” Johnny tells him calmly.

Jaehyun sidesteps to get around his taller best friend but Johnny won’t let that slide. He anticipates every single one of Jaehyn’s moves. Jaehyn feels his breathing speed up, he’s clutching at the front of his hoodie like the fabric is suffocating him, “Johnny, please. I have to apologize.”

“She doesn't want to hear it right now. Nothing good would come of a conversation between the two of you right now,” Taeyong adds quietly.

Jaehyun’s eyes widen as he turns to face his friends surround him with a wild look in his eyes, “do you guys want me to be fucking miserable forever? I need her back!”

“You fucked up, Jaehyun! Do you know that?” Johnny yells, stepping forward to shove Jaehyun roughly until he’s stumbling back. A swift smack to the back of his head follows the harsh shove.

“I know that! You don’t think that I don’t think about that afternoon on a daily basis?!” Jaehyun screams back, while rubbing the back of his head.

Haechan steps in now, who knows where the hell this kid came from, “no! You need to sit here and really think about what the hell you’ve made her go through. You let her enter a relationship with you under the pretense that you would some day become her boyfriend. The second you heard that word you became some kind of mega asshole and broke her heart.” Jaehyun goes to argue, but Haechan stops him with a hand held up, “I’m not done, dumb fuck. This apology, this little search for forgiveness to make yourself feel better doesn’t happen on your time. It will happen when and if she’s ready. You don’t get to keep cornering her and constantly fucking reminding her of the pain you’ve put her through.”

The group around them is silent, everyone listening and waiting with bated breath to hear what their suddenly-super-wise younger brother will say next, “if you choose to pull some kind of stupid shit like this on one of my best friends again, I pray that some higher power has some mercy on you, because I won’t stop beating the shit out of you until I feel like it, and I have a lot of anger I need to take out on you.”

“I’ve been there for the handful of phone calls where she cried herself to sleep, the nights where she screamed and cursed your name, and the days when finally, she started feeling better and had the strength to haul herself out of bed after you broke her heart. So yeah, I have a lot of anger toward you so if that means I whale on you for more than a day, then it happens,” Haechan shrugs as if he just said the most casual thing on the planet, “so get your head out of your ass. Stop being selfish and leave her the fuck alone.”

The group that stands on the sidewalk outside the Alpha Sig house is still and quiet, probably more than they ever have been. The weight of Haechan’s words sit heavily in the air between all of them. They know it’s true, they know Haechan is right. It’s just that none of them have had the strength to say anything because Jaehyun has been so clearly distraught after the break up. Even Jaehyun knows he needed to hear it. Haechan is right… Jaehyun hasn’t even considered if you want to see him. He’s only been acting on what he feels.

Doyoung clears his throat, breaking the silence with, “I just thought I’d let you guys know that the Alpha Sig guys aren’t going to report Jaehyun. I convinced them not to make a complaint to the dean when I reminded them how often they’re brothers have been thrown out for preying on people at our parties. You’re just banned from any Alpha Sig events for a lifetime.”

Jaehyun nods numbly, letting out a weak, “thanks, bro.” Fuck, he hadn’t even considered that he could have gotten thrown out of school or even thrown in jail! He just fucking assaulted someone! He acted on his anger and his instincts the second he saw that asshole’s hands and lips on you. 

He breaks down then, he falls to his knees with his shoulders shaking and his head in his hands. Everything is such a fucking mess! He hasn’t made any progress with you. In fact, he’s probably pushed you even further away from him. He’s basically failing all his classes because the only thing that can stay in his mind is you. You and how he hurt you and how good he had it and good he could have been having it now if he just hadn’t been a goddamn idiot! And now he just beat up one of his peers and could have been sent to jail, because once again, he acted without thinking properly!

His hands feel numb, a strange tingling sensation that spreads all the way up his fingers and into his brain as he pushes his palms against his eyelids. His shoulders shake with the force of his crying, deep, pained sobs escape his throat. He knows he has no one to blame but himself. It just hurts so damn bad. 

He recognizes Johnny’s cologne and when he pries his swollen, tear-filled eyes open he looks up to see his best friend holding him. It’s comforting, like the hug of an actual older brother. An overwhelming stench of sweat, alcohol, and strong cologne engulfs Jaehyun next. A group hug. He let’s out a watery laugh.

Johnny squeezes his shoulder, shaking him lightly, “everything is gonna work out, bro. You just gotta give it some time. Thanksgiving break is just a few days away, and a week at home will give you some time to clear your head.”

Jaehyun wipes his eyes, “you think so?”

“We know so. Just be patient, be forgiving to yourself. Be patient and let yourself process your emotions,” Taeyong adds with a gentle smile.

It’s a week until the end of the semester when Jaehyun sees you again. Two weeks since he last saw you. 9 weeks since everything went to shit. 

It’s finals week and Jaehyun has decided to refocus himself and get his grades up so he doesn't flunk out of school. He finds that his breath still hitches but his steps don’t falter like they did before. His instincts scream at him to go up to you and try to apologize again, but he doesn’t. He won’t admit that he’s genuinely scared of Haechan’s threat to beat his ass… but he is. It also helps that he got some very sage advice from his parents when he got home and poured his heart out to them. 

He sits in a chair, with his back to you as he pulls his laptop open. A half done study guide fills his screen and he finds himself smiling. A study guide, the library, you. This is how it all began. He doesn’t think he believed in signs before, but this has to be one. 

Nothing happens that day, but he finds that he’s finally alright with that. 

It’s the last night before Jaehyun leaves for winter break when there’s a knock on the door of his room. He’s in his room packing his bags to head home for the holidays. Johnny knocks on his open bedroom door, “hey bro, there’s uh- there’s someone here to see you.”

“Me?” Jaehyun asks, looking up from the clothes he’s been haphazardly stuffing in his duffel bag.

From behind Johnny, you step out and Jaehyun’s heart skips a beat. Your eyes flicker up from the hardwood floor to meet his and there’s that familiar click of just… universal correctness. You clear your throat, hands nervously fiddling in front of your body, “hey.”

“Hey,” he breathes out, the cotton in his hands dropping onto the mess of his bag.

Johnny backs away slowly, leaving the two of you alone.

It’s strange having you here in his room again. It’s not a bad strange, it feels right, but he also knows that this room holds a lot of memories for the two of you, not all of them good. The room where everything happened. The room where everything ended.

“How are you?” You ask slowly.

Jaehyun nods, a little too eagerly, “good, I’m good. You?”

“Same,” you breathe out awkwardly. The room is tense. You shake your head, before exhaling quickly, “look, I came because I don’t want to start the new year on bad terms with anybody. I owe you an apology, Jaehyun. I’m sorry I drudged up my insecurities and basically slut-shamed you again. I know we fixed it one time, so we shouldn't have had to do it twice. I was insecure and hurt I should have thought about what I said before I spoke. Even though things between us didn’t work out, I didn’t want either of us, especially you, to go into the new year thinking that I was ashamed of what you decided to do with your own body and your own time before we were even together.”

Jaehyun nods, he’s stunned. He doesn’t think you have anything to apologize for. “Th-thanks,” he stammers out.

You nod to yourself, “well, that’s all I had to say. Have a good break, Jaehyun.”

Before you turn to leave, Jaehyun’s voice comes out quietly, “can I get my apology out too, please? I’ve been needing to do this for over two months. You don’t have to accept it, you can say no, but I need to do this.”

Your eyes are wide, your body language tells him you’re clearly stunned, and nervous. Despite that, you nod, “yeah, yeah that’s fine.”

He closes his eyes and lets out a long breath, giving himself a mental pep talk before his eyes are on you again. Comfort floods his system and he begins  his apology that he’s been practicing for weeks now. “You deserve better than what I gave you. No girl deserves to go through how I treated you and how I spoke to you.”

You nod silently and he continues, “it’s not an excuse but I owe you an explanation. It’s no secret that I haven’t been in a committed relationship in a long time. It’s something that I guess I’ve forgotten how to handle. I’ve never been with anyone that made me want to be in anything committed until you. I’d been feeling nervous and insecure for months, but I didn’t know how to say that to you. I didn’t know how to tell you, the most amazing girl I’ve ever met, that I was scared that I wasn’t good enough for you. I got into my head about it, the thought had been plaguing me for weeks and the day everything went to shit… I just gave up. I didn’t try to say exactly what I was feeling and I let old habits take over. I didn’t mean anything I said and I hate that I said all of that. When it was happening I just felt like I was watching myself act like a dick and I couldn’t stop myself.”

He pauses, taking a beat to calm himself down before he starts to get anxious again, “I should have chased after you. I should have told you that it was alright for your friend to come party with us, but I was scared. I meant it when I said I haven’t been a boyfriend in a long time. I’ve been acting like the total opposite for most of my college experience. I’m the guy that girls warn their friends not to get attached to. I didn’t want that to be how we ended up. I wanted to be better for you. I still do. I should have given you time to process what happened instead of cornering you and forcing you to listen to my groveling and I sure as hell shouldn’t have resorted to violence when you weren’t doing anything wrong. Actually, I shouldn’t have resorted to violence at all.”

“I really miss who I was with you. I miss the way you made me feel. You made me feel giddy and warm and loved in a way I have never felt. What I feel for you isn’t some kind of puppy love like I felt for Hana. It’s real and I’ll be kicking my ass for the rest of my life for not telling you how I really feel. I love you and that is so fucking scary for me to admit because it’s never felt this strong or this real. I’m not saying this to try to sway you in my direction. I won’t blame you for moving on or leaving right now, but I owed you this apology. I’ve owed you this apology for months now. I’ll completely understand if you don't forgive me, I don’t think I would,” his shoulders drop, feeling an immense weight off of his shoulders, “that’s it. I’ll let you on your way now, I’ve stolen enough of your time.”

“How do you know?” He hears you ask and it’s then that he really looks at you, not just the spot over your head so he didn’t lose his train of thought. You have tears lining your eyes, shining in the overcast light that streams in through his blinds. 

He fights his every instinct to drop at your feet and comfort you. His brows pinch softly, “how do I know what?”

“How do you know that you love me?” Comes your reply, voice thick with emotion and followed by a sniffle. 

“Because no one makes me feel the way you do. Whether it’s good or bad, it’s invigorating. You’re on my mind with everything I do. I put extra effort in everything I do because I want to be better for you. Because your laugh has become my favorite sound, the color of your eyes is my favorite color, your shampoo is my favorite scent. Because my bed has felt lonely without you in it and my heart has a you shaped hole in it. When I picture my future, it’s you by my side in every single scenario that I imagine. I imagine myself cheering you on at graduation. I imagine us in our own apartment someday and I even think about stupid shit like you and I someday studying together again. You make loving seem like something less anxiety inducing like I once thought and instead make it something I regret ever fighting. Being in love with you is so damn easy because you’re the most lovely, lovable, loving person on the face of the planet and I have been lucky to discover this feeling with you.” 

You cover your mouth with your hand to suppress a sob, moving across the small space between the two of you to hug Jaehyun tightly. Your tears soak his sweats and he just holds you, letting you let out your emotions while he rubs a warm hand up and down your back. With a shuddering breath you pull away from his hold to look him in the eye, his thumbs swipe away the tears under your eyes as his hands move up to gently cup your face. “I accept your apology, Jaehyun. I…” you stop yourself, your eyes clearly reflecting the whirlwind of emotions you’re feeling, “I was going to tell you that I loved you too that week when everything happened. For a week I convinced myself that I hated you but that couldn’t be further from the truth. I hated myself for still loving you even after everything you said. Love doesn’t go away easily.”

His heart soars. A life of pure joy escaping his lips as he fighting his arms around you and tuck his face into the crook of your neck, “holy shit, you mean it?”

He can feel you nod, “I do. I do mean it. But Jaehyun… I’m not going to give you a second chance if there’s any doubt in your mind about me or us. Be honest with me and tell me if you think there’s any chance that you think we won’t last.”

He meets your gaze, leaning in until his forehead meets your own. His voice is low but there’s not a shred of doubt in his voice, “I know I hurt you. I know I fucked up. I will regret it until the day I die, but I also know that I am yours, completely and utterly yours until you get tired of me. I will work every day, harder than the last to earn back your trust and not only tell you, but show you how much I love you and care for you.”

“I can’t do this again if we can’t commit to each other. I won’t put myself in that position again.”

“Sweetheart, I’m not going to put you in that position. I want you and you alone. Give me any title you want, boyfriend, husband, fiancé. If you want me to get down on one knee in the middle of the student union if you want me to. You could call me your son for all I care. I just don’t want you to have any sliver of doubt in your mind that I don’t want this, us, to work out. I want this for this long run. I want us to be like Noah and Ally in the old folks home and the only thing we remember is each other. I want you forever,” he tells you with a bright smile. 

You laugh and his heart skips a beat, “they die at the end Jae.”

“By the time we’re old, science will have discovered a way to get us to live forever and get us to work because every government are capitalistic machines. That’s beside the point— our love is going to last forever.” 

Your smile gentles, wariness still swims in the depths of your eyes, “you know, just because you confess that you love me and apologize doesn’t mean that you’re completely off the hook. Like I need you to understand that my trust has to be earned and you have to work for it.”

Jaehyun feels a wave of relief, “I absolutely understand you loud and clear. It’s clearer than crystal.”

“Don’t make me regret giving you a second chance,”  you whisper quietly, “please, don’t make me regret this, Jaehyun.”

“I promise. I swear. I swear on my own life, and if I let you down, then I’ll let Haechan go apeshit on me like he threatened,” Jaehyun’s thumbs gently rub at the fullness of your cheeks, “so please, will you please be mine officially? Will you be my girlfriend, please?”

“Yes. Yes, I will,” you smile up at him.

His lips are on yours in the blink of an eye. Jaehyun feels like he’s going to cry, hands gently clutching at the soft skin of your jaw as he kisses you with a tender passion. His lips move against your own in a way that just feels natural, like he was made to do it. It’s never felt like this with anyone else, he doesn’t need to try it with anyone else, because he knows this is what is right. 

He pulls back with his chest heaving, a smile on his face, “I think I owe you about a million more kisses to make up for lost time and to win your trust back.”

“We have time,” you reply with a sweet smile. Fuck, he’s missed seeing that smile up close.

“No, a million kisses today. I’ve already lost like 12 hours. Let’s stop talking.”

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

women in male fields

fratboy!jaehyun x reader

summary: you’re fully aware you’re dating a reformed fuckboy/fratiest fratboy to exist but that doesn’t mean he can get away with acting like a douche without a taste of his own medicine… OR the 3 times sweetheart finds herself acting like a fuckboy and the 1 time Jaehyun calls her out

word count: 3.5k

warnings: swearing, fuckboy behavior, mentions of alcohol, Americanized college described (l'm American), pet names (sweetie, sweets, sweeteart, sweet girl) in order to avoid using y/n, Imk if I missed anything!

a/n: there was something completely magical in my Chili’s triple dipper because I sat down and pounded this out for 4 hours with minimal breaks! I’d had this idea for a while but figured I’d get it out before everyone forgot about the #womeninmalefields TikTok trend. Feedback is appreciated!

Timeline-wise let’s say this is about 6 months into Jae and Sweetheart being a couple

This story is a part of my fratboy!Jaehyun universe!

dividers from cafekitsune

You weren’t stupid. You knew what you were getting into when you started dating Jung Jaehyun, one of the most fratboy fratboys to ever exist. You had been around for the parties, for the handful of nights where he overdid it and got sick, countless nights of standing by to watch him play beer pong, no dates on Sunday evenings because of frat meetings, and a couple philanthropic events. You were used to a lot of it by now. 

But your boyfriend had adapted himself so well to this role that you honestly kind of hated some of his behaviors. He had changed some habits, of course. He was no longer the fuckboy fratboy that slept around, no, he was committed to you and you alone. He made some effort into being romantic which took some work since his idea of romance was sending you a daily Snapchat for your streak with a red heart. Gross. Now, he got you flowers occasionally and your favorite snacks. His room used to be an absolute pigsty and now he at the very least he shoved his mess under the bed so you didn’t see.

Then there were some habits that didn’t change and you were tired of them. Beyond tired of them. You were tired of him passively listening, barely paying attention to you, being kind of an asshole, and just being a gross guy. So you decided to give him a taste of his own medicine. If he could do all these things and you could still like him, why wouldn't he still like you?

It had started when you texted Jaehyun on a Thursday afternoon and he didn’t respond until Saturday afternoon. It had been nothing urgent, but you were still annoyed. It wasn’t the first time he’d done this. In fact, it was a horrible habit of his. He started a conversation or read a text you sent and just never responded. You knew now, based on experience and the other guys telling you, that Jaehyun sucked at texting. He would still post on Instagram or Snapchat, posting various athletes like they were his friends and promoting frat activities like normal. It was almost like he forgot that the primary function of a phone was to communicate. Good thing he was pretty!

It didn’t make it any less annoying that your boyfriend didn't care to change this habit for you though, so when he finally texted you back, you decided to give him the same treatment. Saturday came to an end and you didn’t text back. Sunday was the same and so was Monday. He texted you countless times, so many questions, random updates on his day, and asking you if you were ok or if he should send help to your dorm. So when you knocked on the door Tuesday afternoon scrolling on your phone when Jaehyun opened the door. It was pretty safe to say he was pretty confused.

“Where have you been? You didn’t answer any of my texts,” Jaehyun asked while he led the two of you upstairs.

You hummed noncommittally, your eyes not leaving the screen of your phone, “oh yeah, my phone broke. My bad.”

Jaehyun opened his mouth to argue, ready to tell you that he had seen you posting on your stories, your phone didn’t look new, and he had heard you on FaceTime with Haechan just yesterday. That you were literally scrolling through Instagram when he opened the door, but he didn’t say anything. He just pulled you into his arms, and pulled up the most recent episode of one of your shows. 

He couldn’t really complain if you were here with him now, right? You were in his bed, in his arms, laying on his chest. Everything was fine. A few days of no contact was normal and you both had a good enough relationship where it shouldn’t bother him, right? But it did…

The next time Jaehyun pissed you off was just a week later. He had proven to be a little extra clingy after his punishment of silence and that was good enough for you. It had been enough to hold you off with some of his, less than perfect behavior, until the next time he messed up. Sure, enough it was just 7 days later when he acted stupid again. And it was time for him to learn again. Sometimes he just had to learn to not do something by doing it and learning the consequences. Like a child… or a pet.

Jaehyun had had a stressful week. You knew that, he had told you about it the last time you saw him just yesterday, so you did feel kinda bad for deciding to pull this out of your sleeve now. How was he going to learn if you never tried to fix it though?

Jaehyun was pacing around his room, running a hand down his face and staring at the email that basically told him nothing from their partner sorority. He was social chair, so he was in charge of planning mixers. That’s exactly what he was trying to do! But the Kappa social chair was either knowingly being a pain in the ass or just naturally was a pain in the ass. How was it useful for Jaehyun to know when a handful of sisters all had an astronomy class?! Why did that matter when he was asking her to choose from a handful of dates he’d already chosen?!

Not only was this sorority social chair being annoying, Taeyong had been on his ass to plan some kind of sponsored philanthropic event, but everyone Nu Chi had worked with previously was being so difficult! No one was returning a single one of his emails, he spent his afternoons on hold or making calls, and just getting in contact with new companies and vendors just took so much effort. He currently had one sponsor, which was fine, whatever. But nothing Nu Chi Theta did while Jaehyun was social chair was ever just fine. Fine was acceptable for Alpha Sig’s but not for Nu Chi’s. He would need at least two more sponsors to reach the level of finery he was used to working with.

So that’s what Jaehyun was texting you about, his fingers tapping across the small screen of his phone while he put all his ranting and raving into words and sent off the text with a sigh of relief. You would talk him down, get him through his stress, and give him some advice for his problems. Then he’d feel like a new man, ready to tackle his problems with a clear head just like you always did for him. Just the thought of your advice had him smiling down at his phone while he added ‘sorry, about that. had to vent. how was your day sweets?’ and sent it your way.

On your end, you read through the long text ready to reply and give him some advice and offer your own help, but then you remembered… You remembered how just a few days ago you were venting to him about a small argument you and Ari, your roommate, had gotten into, and he showed no signs of actually listening. You went to him for a reason! He had at least 10 roommates, he never had complaints about any of them, so it wasn’t like you were talking just to talk! You wanted your boyfriend to give you some advice like you always gave him, but all you got was a “damn... Wanna order me some wings?” You had to physically keep jaw from dropping. God, he could be such a fucking guy sometimes! It was like talking to a fucking wall! Albeit a very good looking, handsome wall, but a wall nonetheless.

It was time for him to get yet another taste of his own medicine. Instead of taking the time to offer your advice or offer your help, you smirked, staring at your screen as you typed out, ‘that sucks’. Next text, ‘My day was chill, kinda hungry … send me door dash?’

On his end, Jaehyun stared at the screen with blatant confusion, watching as the minutes ticked by while he waited for some long paragraph with solutions and encouragement to be sent his way. After five minutes nothing came. The same after 10. No change after 20 and then he sets his phone aside feeling grumpy and pissy. Why wasn’t his girlfriend helping him? Did you even read his message?

And he couldn’t exactly call you out on it because it wasn’t an issue between the both of you. They were problems he had before you guys were together sure, but he liked having you to lean on now. He sighed tiredly, resting his chin atop his folded arms with a pout while staring at his dark screen and willing you to text him back again so all his issues would be just one step closer to being fixed.

His heart skipped a beat when the screen lit up and he saw the familiar combination of emojis used for your contact. He reached for his phone eagerly, feeling his heart soar at the anticipated text where you would help him solve his issues. But his face fell into a frown and he groaned out loudly at the words on his screen: ‘is my food on its way yet?’

The last reciprocation of his fuckboy energy was probably the worst. You honestly don’t know how you let Jaehyun get away with it practically unscathed, but karma was coming around now and she wasn’t merciful. It was your pièce de résistance, the cherry on top of your fuckboy sundae, your magnum opus, your masterpiece. 

To give Jaehyun some credit, it had been a while since he had dated a woman for a long period of time, or really, dated any woman at all. Maybe he had forgotten some very basic decorum and manners as far as ways to act and things to say or not say. Just yesterday you had been complaining about your professor being very vague in the instructions for your assignment, and even more vague when you emailed him to ask for clarity. “Like the instructions make it sound so simple, but it can’t be that simple if this project accounts for 30% of our grade! Like hello, is it hard to reply to an email with words that actually fucking mean something?” You groaned, running your fingers through your hair while you texted your project group chat what your professor had replied.

Jaehyun chuckled, running a calming hand down your back, focusing his relaxing touch on your lower back as his fingers kneaded at your muscles, “chill out sweetheart, I think you’re making this a bigger deal than it actually is.”

You sent him an unamused look from the corner of your eye, “chill out? Jae, I just said this project accounts for a third of my grade. I can’t be chill about this.”

He pressed a kiss to your cheek, then your neck, then your shoulder, “are you… you know?”

Your fingers froze over your keyboard, waiting for his next words, giving him a chance to backtrack. He stayed silent and waited patiently. You exhaled, speaking in a voice that was all too eerily calm, “Am I what, Jaehyun?”

“Are you on your period? You just seem extra worked up about something kind of pointless.” He replied casually, his fingers continuing to work at your lower back. The exact area you had once confessed hurt you so bad you could barely stand in the first couple days of your period. This- somewhat thoughtful- little shit!

You smacked his hands away while you closed your laptop and gathered your things in a hurry, mumbling, “you’re such an asshole sometimes.”

Jaehyun stared at you in shock, an asshole? He was being an asshole for caring about his girlfriend’s well-being? “Sweetheart, it’s just that you seem to be making a bigger deal out of this than it actually is,” he tried to explain.

You held a hand up, silencing him, ”every time you open your mouth, you dig yourself into a deeper hole. No, I’m not on my period. Yes, it is a big deal and yes, I’m actually leaving. Good night and goodbye.”

This very conversation had been playing on repeat in your mind while Jaehyun vented to you about Johnny being up his ass about new recruits being low as he paced around his room. “I mean, it shouldn’t be solely on my shoulders if recruits are low. There are plenty of brothers who don’t have as many responsibilities as I do. Like, I barely figured out the whole sponsored mess with Taeyong and now Johnny decided to stick his foot up my ass too. Can I get a fucking break or something?!” He ranted passionately.

You stared at him blankly from your seated position on his bed, forcing your smirk to stay hidden. “Is it… you know?” You began to ask.

“Is it stressful? Hell yeah it is, I mean shouldn't we have any and all brothers taking turns trying to recruit. I mean that’s why I take my time to throw mixers, parties, and sponsored events that kick ass so that people want to join,” Jaehyun replied with a tired sigh.

“No,” you laughed softly, “is it like your time of the month? You seem to be making a big deal out of nothing?”

When Jaehyun turned to you with his eyes wide in astonishment, he expected to see you laughing it off playfully. He expected for you to confess that you were just kidding and kiss him sweetly. But you cocked your head to the side and raised a brow as if to ask, ‘what’s the problem?’

After that, Jaehyun was quick to rise to his feet, pinning you with a heated stare. “What the hell has been up with you? You've been acting… grimy for like the last month.”

You laughed in astonishment, “I’ve been acting grimy? Huh, then imagine how I feel on a regular basis!”

“You?! Sweets, you’ve been acting like a douche! Like when you didn’t respond to me for days even though you were posting like normal and you lied about your phone being broken! Like, hello! You were on Instagram right in front of my face with the same crack on your screen since I’ve known you!”

You raised a brow, holding back an amused smirk, “that’s all? I don’t reply for a couple days and now I’m a douche? Babe, you’re being like really emotional right now, calm down.”

“And that too!” Jaehyun exclaimed, pointing an accusatory finger at you, “why are you asking me if it’s my time of the month when I’m talking about something that’s bothering me? I want you to support me. You did the same thing when I texted you looking for advice when I was handling the whole mixers and sponsors thing.”

You shrugged nonchalantly, “well, I don’t know what you want me to say right now.”

Jaehyun raised his brows and shook his head as if he couldn’t believe what the hell he was hearing. Was he in some kind of alternate universe? Had aliens come down and planted worms in your brain? What happened to his sweet girlfriend?! “Well, an apology would be really nice,” he replies while cocking his head at you.

“And have you ever apologized to me for any of that same behavior?” You ask in a calm voice.

“Wha- me apologize?! This isn’t about me! It’s about you!”

“Oh, so it’s only a problem when I act like this and not you? Got it.”

“When?! When have I acted like you?” Jaehyun asks in exasperation, eyes wide with shocked confusion.

“Hmmm. Let me think!” You exclaim before dramatically placing the tip of your finger on your chin, “just like everyday we’ve been together, you dummy!”

“Give me examples. I can’t believe this.”

“Alright, how about how I’ve had to train you like some kind of pet to learn some very basic texting etiquette? I let you get away with being a shitty texter for months and the one time I do it, you go crazy. I got used to not getting a response from you after days on end and I act like you did one time and you almost call campus security to my dorm to see if I’m alive,” you state, counting out a single finger. 

With the next finger, “I come to you for advice regarding my single roommate considering you have like a hundred of them, and what do you do? You say, damn, buy me wings? Who the fuck does that?! So it didn’t feel very good when I did it to you, huh? Did you like looking for advice only to be hit with some bullshit response and then asked for food? Which I never got by the way!”

Third finger, “And just now. Oh no, did you not like being told your issue meant nothing? Awww, mmmm, are you sad?” You pull your face into a very sarcastic sad face, “now imagine how I feel when you asked me if I was on my fucking period?! Like, have you never been around someone with a vagina? Even Mark and Haechan who barely pull know better than to ask some shit like that! And these are just three of your douchebag behaviors! Shall I continue, Mr. so called I’m-perfect-and-can-never-make-mistakes-because-that-would-be-impossible!”

Jaehyun stood speechless. Was he really that bad? Well, clearly he was. He had to admit he didn’t think he was this bad. He had been really good about adapting to his new role as a boyfriend and thought everything else that came his way was just going to be easy to handle. Apparently, he hadn’t handled it all the right way.

“I didn’t realize I was this bad, I’m sorry. Wow,” Jaehyun sighed, sitting on the bed with his folded over his mouth, “sweetheart, I’m really sorry.”

But that was another way Jaehyun had adapted. He didn’t start arguments while being hard headed, he listened when the issue was serious, he accepted wrong doing, and made changes. 

You crawled across his bed, sitting beside him and laying your head on his shoulder, “I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have been petty. I should have told you these things bothered me in the moment instead of using them against you… but it was kinda fun.”

Jaehyun rested his head atop yours and chuckled softly, “I think I’m really glad you’re not one of the frat guys because we’d always have girls in here yelling about you gaslighting them. How did you handle me doing this for so long?”

“It helps that you listen when it matters. You’re sweet, you can be romantic, you care about me, you make an effort for me, I can tell you’re trying to be better for me even if it doesn’t all come easily for me,” you explain in a calm voice, “and you’re hot as hell, the abs don’t stop, and you keep that body nice and tight for mama, don't you baby boy?”

Your cackle rings out across his room while he jumps away from you with flushed cheeks. “Don’t… don’t talk like that. It’s totally freaking me out!”

“Come on, babe,” you tease while deepening your voice playfully, “bring me that ass.” 

You manage to grab him while he tries, and fails, to jump away. You playfully knead his (lack of) ass while grinning up at him. You pucker your lips, to which Jaehyun playfully rolls his eyes before kissing you sweetly. “I’m so glad you’re a girl because you would be an absolute terror as a guy,” he states while shaking his head and cupping your cheeks.

“I think I should rush, baby,” you respond playfully, “you could be my big, dude! Come on, bro!”

“Enough of this!” Jaehyun jokingly hisses, “I want my sweet girl back.”

“Fine,” you drawl out with pout, “let this be your lesson though, Jae. When you go low, I can go lower. And I will go lower.”

“Trust me, I’ve learned. I’ll be better at texting, I’ll be an active listener, I’ll give you advice when you need it, and I’ll never ask you if you’re on your period again,” Jaehyun nods.

“See, you’re such a great learner. Let’s go get you a treat, baby,” you smile sweetly, pressing a kiss to his cheek before taking his hand and leading him down the stairs toward the kitchen.

“I don’t know how I feel about you talking to me like I’m a dog…”

You smile at him, “you like it.”

Jaehyun raises a brow, “do I?”

You hum, grabbing the ice cream from the freezer, “yup, you have a praise kink.”

Well, if you say so…