call me, beep me, if you wanna reach me | hwang hyunjin oneshot
— summary: Caught between practicality and feeling, Y/N and Hyunjin must decide if what they’ve built is just a fleeting connection of desire in each other’s beds, or the beginning of something worth crossing distances for.
OR, Hyunjin is an international student from South Korea who’s just so cute, and Y/N is smitten with him.
— pairing: hwang hyunjin x fem!reader
— genre: internationalstudent!hyunjin, strangers-to-fuckbuddies-to-lovers au
— warnings/other: cursing, alcohol consumption (y/n gets drunk, woo), bestfriend!felix, lots of bickering between y/n and felix, humor, slight angst, mutual pinning (they are both idiots), hints of jealously, references to snapchat, setting takes place at uni, switch!hyunjin, sexual tension, smut consisting of: making-out, oral (m. receiving), f!masturbation, phone sex, lots of dirty talk, y/n is on top, unprotected sex, drunk sex, choking… there are like 3 smut scenes oop
— wc: 13.9k+
— a/n: this is something i’ve had in my drafts for awhile now and i finally got around to finishing it. i’ve been out of undergrad for 4 years now (jumpscare), so this is me, in a way, reliving the experience w/ a lil twist. enjoy!
"Hi," Y/N smiled softly, awkwardly, shyly. Her cheeks were tinted red from slight embarrassment from abruptly stopping the cute guy and his friend halfway up the stairs to the business building. The sun was blinding her vision so she had to place her hand on her forehead to get a better look at his reaction, praying it would not be a bad one.
"I'm uh—do you have snapchat, by any chance?"
She cringed once those words came out of her mouth, and cringed even more when noticing the blank look on the guys face. Why the hell did she ask for his Snapchat instead of his number?
The friend snickered loudly, pushing his sun glasses up his nose with a teasing smirk on his lips. The guy, however, almost looked as if he was in a slight trance, eyes big and lips parted. God, she thought to herself, he is so beautiful.
A few more seconds went by and Y/N finally came to the conclusion that she should just leave because one, cute guy was still not saying a word and two, the friend was still snickering like this was the funniest thing he’s ever seen. He even looked like he was about to bring his phone out to take a picture of her, probably to use as a meme. Yeah, she just needs to get the fuck out of here.
"Sorry for bothering you two. Have a nice day." Y/N rushed out, quickly turning on her heel to get away from the most embarrassing situation she has ever been in. She was going to kill Felix. Absolutely murder him.
"Snapchat?" A soft voice suddenly spoke behind her. Y/N stopped immediately, jerking her head around to see that cute guy had taken a few steps after her, his hair blowing slightly on his forehead from the headband holding it back, his eyebrows furrowing, almost as if he was in deep thought.
“Yes, I have!” He let out, fumbling with his phone in his hands, “I have the application, but don’t know how it really works.”
She smiled softly at this, taking a step towards him and gently grabbing his iPhone from his hands. "It's okay. I will show you how to add people," She took her phone out of her shorts pocket, opening the app herself to get ready to scan his ID. She had to prevent herself from squealing out loud from how cute his bitmoji was—a bun in his hair with a bunny onesie on.
"So I just hold the screen down and put the camera over your bitmoji, and then you just accept me as a friend." She spoke a little slower this time, giving him a sheepish grin. His eyes widened as he let out a long, "ahhh," accepting the request.
"Thank you!" He grinned, eyes crinkling, cheeks slightly rosy. Her heart almost burst right then.
"Yeah," She shyly smiled in return, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. "My name is Y/N, by the way."
"My name is Hyunjin."
"Nice to meet you, Hyunjin," She replied, and he responded with a happy nod. The friend snickered again, suddenly patting him on the shoulder.
Y/N heard them conversing and saw the friend nod his head over towards the business building. Hyunjin nodded quickly, glancing at Y/N once more.
"I go to class now. Thank you for the snapchat. I will talk to you soon. Have a nice day!" He exclaimed, bowing slightly. He adjusted the Versace bag on his shoulder, turning around with his friend to walk towards the building.
Y/N let out a breath she didn't know she was holding, her heart beating ridiculously fast at the encounter she just had. In the distance, she could hear Felix laughing very loudly, turning around to see that he had came out of his crouched position behind the bushes.
"And this was Y/N’s pathetic attempt of getting an international student's snapchat on the famous stairs of the business building.” Felix laughed, his phone covering his face as he walked closer towards her.
"Felix!" Y/N shouted, quickly grabbing his phone from his hands and ending the interaction he thought was a great idea to record, "I hate you. Delete this shit. And stop making fun of me. You made me do this!"
"Fuck," Felix whined out as she smacked him in the back of the head, "I hate when you do that. Also, I did not make you do anything. I just gave you a little shove and off you went."
Y/N scoffed, "Oh, yeah. You patronized me and said I was all talk. Of course that will make me do it! It's your doing."
Y/N walked past him, making sure to intentionally shove his shoulder as she went by, grabbing her bag that was next to the bushes and slinging it over her shoulder. Felix rolled his eyes, locking his phone and shoving it in his pocket before grabbing his own bag before jogging up to catch up with Y/N who was currently speed walking down the sidewalk. "Anyway, let's just put this all aside and focus on what's more important here. You got what you wanted! What's the next step? Should we target another poor man that peaks your interest and do a replay?"
"Oh, shut up. That's offensive, one, and two, this was literally my first and probably last time doing this. He probably won't even snapchat me." Y/N checked her phone as they kept walking, eyes widening slightly at the snapchat notification displayed on her lock screen.
Hyunjin🌹 is typing...
"Well, he's been typing for two minutes now without sending a text. Sad. On to the next!" Felix cheered teasingly, fist bumping the air in an onwards motion. Y/N shoved him slightly, mumbling another shut up and shaking her head as she kept staring at her lock screen, anxiously waiting for the next notification to pop up.
"You know, the more you stare the longer it will take for him to reply. It's scientifically proven."
"Says who?" She scoffed, deciding to just place her phone back in her shorts pocket and not think about it too much. This was all stupid, anyways. She should have never embarrassed herself in the first place.
"Me," He smirked, “On the real, though, if he doesn't reply by the time our class is over, let's do this again. It's very amusing and gives me an excuse not to study for my physics exam coming up."
"I think if he doesn't reply by the time our class ends it's your turn to embarrass yourself. I'd love to record it and send it to your mom. She'd love that this is how you're spending your senior year."
"Don't patronize me or I might just." He winked, opening the double doors to the life sciences building. They both walked inside, sighing in relief at the instant coolness in the building. It was always so humid here, especially at this time of year. It was something the two still couldn't get used to.
"How many more times are you going to tell me to shut up today?" Felix asked as Y/N muttered another shut up as they made their way down the hallway to lecture hall.
"As many times you give me a reason to."
"Touché."
Making their way into their last biology lecture of the day, Y/N sat down in the seat with a huff, slinging her bag on the floor in front of her as she spread her legs a little on the seat. She hated herself for forgetting a water bottle today. It felt like it was ten times hotter than it was yesterday.
"Ew, nasty bitch," Felix spoke as he also slumped down into his seat beside her. "Close those legs. You look like a hooker."
Y/N slapped him on the back of the head (again), taking his water bottle from his hands and taking a long sip. "I have thick thighs and it's hot. My thighs are chafing. Leave me alone."
Felix mumbled a soft ouch, deciding to just stop offending his best friend in hopes of not getting abused again. He's been hit too much today, and it's only the afternoon. He grumbled a few curse words to himself, jerking his water bottle back from her hands and chugging the rest of it.
As Felix leaned down to retrieve his textbook and a couple highlighters, Y/N discreetly took another look at her phone, feeling a wave of disappointment as she still didn't have a notification from cute guy—well, Hyunjin. The thought made her slightly upset considering the fact that he was the most gorgeous man she had ever seen, but she shook that thought off and decided to not let it bother her. It was just one silly interaction that obviously meant nothing.
"Ten bucks he replied." Felix spoke suddenly, flipping his microbiology textbook to open to chapter three. "Nope," Y/N replied, holding her hand out in front of his face with a grin, "you owe me ten bucks."
"Nah, I'll just buy dinner tonight instead. Was going to order takeout anyway." He shoved her outstretched hand away from his face. "Japanese good?"
"Yep." She replied, stuffing her phone into her bag with a sigh, desperately trying to not focus on Hyunjin and choosing instead to take out her books and focus on things way more important. Obviously.
Pulling her hair up into a claw clip as the professor began talking, Y/N let out another sigh, opening her textbook to chapter three and getting ready to highlight her way through lecture. It was the only way she could study without over cramming. "That girl over there is kind of cute," Felix suddenly whispered, jerking his head towards his right. She peaked over, seeing a girl with sunglasses on her head holding her hair back. She raised her eyebrow.
"Go ask for her number then."
"Nah. Don't want to embarrass myself like you did. Will ruin my chances 100%."
Y/N elbowed him in the side, causing him to let out a quiet sound of pain. "I hate you."
“Likewise."
"I seriously can't believe you've done this."
Felix was currently shoving half of a piece of sushi and bits and pieces of steak and rice down his throat, not bothering to look up. "Done what?" He asked, pieces of food falling out of his mouth. Y/N cringed.
"You took my shrimp sauce, idiot." She replied, stabbing her shrimp roughly with the fork in her hand, glaring at a happy Felix who had poured enough shrimp sauce on his food to the point where it looked like he was eating soup. "Disgusting." She mumbled out.
"I didn't steal your shrimp sauce. I asked for two extras, so this," He pointed his half eaten sushi roll at the now empty containers of sauce on the table, "is mine. Ask for extra next time if you're going to whine about it."
Y/N scoffed, dipping her shrimp in some soy sauce before taking a bite. "They only gave you one extra and you so willingly took my shrimp sauce that came with my meal, so I have every right to whine about it. Now I'm stuck with just soy sauce because of you."
"Don't disrespect soy sauce like that." He spoke, continuing to shove his mouth full of food.
"Don't talk with your mouth full. It's disgusting."
"You're disgusting," Felix finished his sushi roll, picking up the to-go box full of food and leaning back on the sofa. "You didn't even say thank you for the food I bought you. That's what makes you disgusting, and rude, and annoying, and—I need some hot sauce."
Felix put his food back on the table in front of them, jogging to the fridge. Y/N rolled her eyes, deciding to just stop arguing about her stolen shrimp sauce and focus on eating. "I don't need to say thank you, you know it's always appreciated." She said as Felix sat back down on the couch, opening the bottle and adding some sauce to his plate. He hummed in response, mixing around his food with his spoon before settling back into his position.
"The spice is immaculate," He moaned happily, “Next time we just need to get some Korean food. This is making me want some Tteok-bokki."
"We should just go buy some ingredients and make some ourselves. Don't you have your mom's recipe from that cookbook she made you before you left for university?"
"Yes, but I'm too lazy to make my own. Tomorrow night we're getting Korean food. Also, don't mention that ever again. I still hear her nagging voice in the back of my head." He visibly shivered, continuing to scarf down the food in front of him. Y/N laughed lightly, taking a bite of her food when a phone notification caught her attention.
Hyunjin🌹 is typing...
Y/N locked her phone immediately, knowing that this would just be another episode of cute guy typing a message that he would never send. Y/N had decided that he was way out of her league—he looked like he belonged on the cover of Vogue while she looked like the scuff on the bottom of her shoe.
Another snapchat notification popped up as she took another bite of her food, eyes widening slightly at the new notification displayed on her lock screen.
Snapchat from Hyunjin🌹
"Well shit,” She whispered to herself.
"Well shit indeed!" Felix yelled from beside her, causing her to jump from the sudden noise. "Why the hell did you yell so loud in my ear?!" Y/N yelled back, grabbing her ear and leaning away from a grinning Felix.
"Sorry," He smiled sheepishly, shrugging his shoulders as if to say I'm not really sorry. "Are you going to reply or am I going to have to do that for you?"
Y/N groaned in annoyance, "I'm not replying right now. He just sent a text, it's going to make me look desperate."
"Well you are desperate," He stuffed his face full of food once again, taking a long sip of Modelo before placing it back on the table. Y/N scoffed. "And honestly, if you don't reply now, he will probably take long to reply again, and then I'll have to listen to you whining about how he isn't interested, and all offense, but I simply don't have time for that. So I suggest you just take my advice since obviously I know how guys work, especially Koreans—"
"Will you just shut up for once?" Y/N interrupted him, taking a sip of the water bottle in front of her and leaning back with a sigh. "How are you so sure, anyway?"
"Trust me, I know."
She stared at him, he stared back. An episode from season one of Grey's Anatomy was blaring in the background from the TV. Felix slowly began to put another bite of his food into his mouth, never breaking eye contact, and Y/N rolled her eyes slightly before following simultaneously, adverting her attention back to her food.
"Ha! You blinked, you lost. Now do as I say and give me your phone right now."
"I am not giving you my phone!"
"Fine! You're being stupid. Quite frankly it's pissing me off. Don't complain about how boys don't show you attention and how you wished you could get a boyfriend and then not do anything about it." Felix shrugged his shoulders, leaning back into the couch to focus his attention back on the episode (and food) in front of him.
Y/N groaned quietly, pouting slightly as she glanced at her phone on her lap. She knew Felix was right and hated when he was. What exactly is the big deal, anyway? It's just one snapchat. Maybe cute guy just wants to make friends and can just start hanging out with her and Felix. It's not like it would lead to anything romantic anyway. Right?
"Fine." She sighed in defeat, unlocking her phone and going straight to the snapchat app, not wasting any time in clicking on his name. She could just feel his sly grin behind her.
Hyunjin🌹: Hi~
Felix snickered loudly, "All these hours and he just says hi. Classic move."
Y/N punched him in the shoulder as he let out a yelp, biting her lip lightly as she began typing back. Immediately, his bitmoji popped up in the corner, and she smiled a little at how eager he was to see she was finally replying.
y/n😇: hi :)
"This is making me want to barf."
"Felix, will you please shut up?" Y/N snapped.
"I will if you give me the answers to the micro homework. I have to write a lab report for physics tonight that I have not started, so any help would be greatly appreciated."
"Fine, yeah. I'll email you the answers," She waved him off, grabbing her togo box of food and her water before standing up. He grinned happily, downing his beer in a couple gulps before propping his feet up on the table.
“I’m going to finish my bio-chem homework. Don’t follow me. And don’t be loud.”
"I better get on my shit too before it's due at midnight," He mumbled with a mouthful of food, “G'night, love you!"
"Love you too, pig." She blew him a kiss, walking into her room in their shared apartment and closing the door. Sighing, she plopped herself down at her desk, opening her phone again to the snapchat app.
Hyunjin🌹: Sorry for my late reply. I was in class and the teacher saw me on phone😱
Y/N giggled because cute guy is just so cute. Only three texts in and she's already feeling weird inside. How embarrassing.
y/n😇: hahaha, no problem! i was pretty busy today anyway. & oh no, did they call u out?
Hyunjin🌹: No. I‘m just too handsome
"You're definitely not wrong there." She spoke aloud to herself, wondering if she should use this opportunity to flirt.
She did.
y/n😇: yes you are. your bitmoji is a tad bit cuter though
Hyunjin🌹: Bunny makes me cute. But I’m not, I’m handsome only 😎
y/n😇: a handsome, cute bunny 🍆
And shit, Y/N definitely did not mean to send the eggplant emoji. How convenient it was that the winking emoji just so happened to be right beside the eggplant. "Shit,” She whispered to herself, seeing that Hyunjin’s bitmoji was just sitting in the corner, probably in shock that she basically sent a dick reference in their first ever conversation.
She quickly locked her phone and threw it on the bed beside her, deciding it wouldn't even be worth it to try and cover it up, not wanting to confuse him with a bombard of texts. Why is she such an embarrassment to society?
"Lix!" She yelled, to which she immediately heard a response. "Come here! Now! We have an emergency!"
Within seconds, Felix was busting open the bedroom door, his cheeks full of food as he aggressively chewed in order to get all his food down without choking, "What? What is it? Don’t tell me it’s another cockroach."
"It's..." Y/N trailed off, knowing how stupid she was going to sound even saying it, "I accidentally sent Hyunjin an eggplant emoji and I'm lowkey freaking out because I don't want him to think I'm some horny girl who wants his dick.”
Felix blinked.
"But... you are?" He questioned in confusion, resulting in one of Y/N’s plushies to hit him in his face.
"I am not!"
"Yes, honey, you most definitely are," Felix replied, kicking the plushie that hit him in the face across the room. He watched the cat roll away in disgust. He was always getting abused by these things. "Literally the first thing you told me when you saw him was that you wanted to—and I quote—ride his dick until he begs you to cum."
Y/N groaned, rolling over to squish her face into her pillows so that he couldn't see her slightly embarrassed state. She let out a sound of annoyance before sitting up, facing a smirking Felix who has now made his way to sitting on the edge of the bed. "Okay, I'm horny. It's a natural biological response for men and women to feel this way. What is your point?"
"What is your point?" He shot back, “Obviously, you have nothing to lose. He's either going to take the eggplant as in you want his dick, or he won't take it any way at all. He probably doesn't understand the reference, anyway. Just look at the damn phone and stop being stupid."
"I can't, you do it."
"Seriously?" He asked, surprise written on his face.
"Yes, now hurry up before I change my mind."
Felix wasted no time with grabbing her phone, seeing a notification from Hyunjin on her lock screen, immediately opening it.
He suddenly snorted loudly, catching Y/N’s attention. "What? Is it bad? What's happening?"
"Ah, just as I suspected," He chuckled, tossing the phone on the bed so that the opened message was on display in front of her. Y/N glanced down, sighing in relief.
Hyunjin🌹: ?
"Well," Felix started, getting up off of the bed and slowly backing away, "I am now leaving because I am no longer needed nor interested. Don't forget to send me the homework!"
Y/N rolled her eyes, throwing another plushie and hitting Felix in the back as he ran out of the room, closing the door behind him. "Asshole," She mumbled to herself before picking her phone up, trying to figure out what the fuck to say back.
y/n😇: my hand slipped, sorry
After sending the text and just staring at his bitmoji that was now just sitting there, Y/N quickly began typing another sentence to send, not wanting to come off short or uninterested, because she most definitely was.
y/n😇: what are you doing tomorrow?
He immediately started typing, and she smiled a little, mentally patting herself on the back for keeping good conversation.
Hyunjin🌹: I have class middle of the morning. Then I am off the rest of the day
Hyunjin🌹: What about you?
y/n😇: i also have class mid-morning, then i am free the rest of the day!
Hyunjin🌹: Do you want to meet for lunch?
Hyunjin🌹: Would you like to meet for lunch, I mean
Y/N smiled to herself, biting her lip slightly, letting out a little squeal of happiness. She felt so stupid for feeling like this just because cute guy asked her to get lunch with him, but she just couldn’t help it. He quite literally made her feel like she was in middle school again, and she didn’t mind it one bit.
y/n😇: yeah, i'd love to! :)
"You have been sitting here moving your leg up and down since we've sat down. You need to chill the fuck out."
Y/N shot a glare at Felix, picking up her drink he got her after class and taking a long sip, savoring the taste of the iced coffee, but only for a second. "I am chill. I'm just giddy because I've had too much caffeine today."
"Lies," He snorted, pushing his ray bans up his nose with two of his fingers before taking a bite of his sandwich, “Just admit you're nervous. There's nothing wrong with that."
"I'm not nervous. Just...giddy."
"You're giddy because you're nervous."
"You're ugly."
"What the hell?"
"Fine, I'm nervous," She sighed, sipping more of her drink and glancing at her phone. Only a few more minutes before Hyunjin would text her letting her know he was out of class and she would make her way over to the courtyard to meet him. The thought made her want to throw up a little. Or a lot.
"I don't know why. It's not like it's an actual date or anything. He just asked to get lunch. It's like what we're doing right now. Just two best friends sitting down sipping a nice, cold coffee together while we enjoy the sun." Felix sighed happily, glancing at the sun that was currently covering their faces and bringing sweat more towards the surface on their skin.
"Yeah, that's definitely not the same thing."
Before Felix could reply, Y/N had already found herself letting out a little squeal once she checked her phone, flopping it on the table in front of them. It landed with a loud clash. “He’s out of class!” She shouted out in a whisper, fanning herself with her hands, “Fuck, it’s so hot out here. I think I’m going to pass out.”
Felix looked at her, an exasperated look on his face, eyes narrowing in on his best friend’s god-awful appearance. He let out a sigh of annoyance, “You are seriously going to give me a headache. Stop acting like a lunatic. You’re making people look over here.”
“Fuck, I’m sorry. Help me, how do I look? Do I look okay?”
Felix took note of how her hair was starting to frizz up, a couple curls sticking out from the claw clip she had in. Her eyes were wide and frantic, sweat slowly dripping down her forehead and causing her curls to stick to her face. She really did look like she was about to pass out. “Yeah, you look hot.” He decided to reply, knowing it wasn’t necessarily a lie.
She let out a long sigh at his response, pulling her tank top down a bit to display her cleavage a little bit more because why the fuck not, standing up to smooth out her matching leggings. Felix eyed her, and Y/N could just feel him judging her.
“What now?” She snapped, and he let out a scoff.
“You definitely are trying to suck this man’s dick today.”
Y/N looked at him, slightly offended, “Excuse me?”
Felix grinned, swirling his iced coffee in his hands obnoxiously loud, “You heard me correctly. Why else would you wear that? Your ass is the size of Juniper in those leggings and your tits are about to spill out of the damn top.”
Y/N glared at him, picking up her bag from the empty chair beside them and throwing it over her shoulder. She didn’t say anything back, partially because he might have been right, but also because he was annoying. As always.
“Have fun! Use protection!” He shouted out once she started walking away. She flicked him off from behind before walking down the stairs, fighting the urge to roll her eyes.
So what if she wanted to suck his dick? That doesn’t mean she’s going to come off desperate and pull his pants down in the middle of the courtyard. She isn’t that down bad. A girl’s got some self-restraint. He probably didn’t even want her the same way anyway, so really, she’s just happy that he wants to even meet up with her. Y/N has no issue with him just wanting to become her friend, even if he looks so effortlessly beautiful and so tall and so—
Her thoughts and steps came to an abrupt pause once she laid eyes on him. He was sitting on one of the many benches, body slumped back, bag sitting next to him, legs spread apart. Normally man-spreading gives her the ick, but she felt her face heat up even more than it already was when seeing him do it. He looked relaxed, just scrolling through his phone like he had nothing else to do, and Y/N had to close her eyes for a second in attempts to calm herself down before walking towards him.
She felt her pulse spike when she opened them again, seeing that he was now starring at her. He grinned, waving at her with his free hand, and Y/N was forced to move her legs again, really focusing on not tripping or doing anything super embarrassing. As she got closer, he stood up, slinging the same Versace bag over his shoulder and shoving his phone into his back pocket.
“Hi, Y/N,” He grinned once she stood in front of him, accent making her immediately want to fall to her knees, “Did I say right? Y/N?”
God, she’s such a simp already. “Hi, Hyunjin. And yes, you did.” She replied, eyes quickly scanning him from head-to-toe.
He was wearing a pair of sweat shorts and a cut-out tee, a pair of Versace sunglasses sitting atop his head to hold his hair back. His nails were painted black, a little chipped, fingers nice and long, a couple of rings shining from the sun hitting them. His arms were slightly flexed from holding his bag up, muscles seeming to hypnotize her, and fuck, how can someone even be this attractive?
The flush on her cheeks grew once she glanced back towards his face, the friendly grin replaced with something a little more sinister, a little more teasing. She felt her armpits start to sweat.
“How are you?” He decided to ask, the teasing glint in his eyes not faltering, lips curled into a smirk.
“I’m good. Doing great. How are you?” She replied before clearing her throat quietly, shifting her weight from one leg to the other. Why did he make her so nervous?
He let out a little hum, eyes briefly glancing down towards her thighs before looking up at her again, “I’m doing fine, thank you.”
The tension in the air was so thick and Y/N felt like she might pass out if he looked at her any longer. “How was class?” She blurted out, the sweat now slowly creeping down her back, neck hot with his gaze.
“Boring,” He chuckled, adjusting the bag on his shoulder lightly, “Class is always boring. Was thinking about this entire time.”
“Oh, really?” She breathed out, feeling like she was breathless all of a sudden. The heat pouring onto her skin was starting to feel suffocating, and at this point she didn’t know if she was dripping from the sweat or from him. “Me too. I’ve been looking forward to this all morning.”
“Good.” He mumbled out in response, a pleased look on his face. She gulped.
“So, uh, where do you want to eat?” She let out, dying to get out of this heat and sit down somewhere so she could actually think again.
He studied her for a moment, eyes glancing back downwards, and Y/N could feel her thighs clenching together. He let out another hum, “You come back to mine? I can make you ramen. My car is nearby, so not too much walking.”
Go back to his? Y/N could scream right now.
She took note of his relaxed stance, his plush lips still curled into that same expression, the same darkened glint in his eyes—and she suddenly felt cold, despite the blazing heat surrounding them. Y/N knew where this was going. And with the way he was currently looking at her, she simply couldn’t refuse—not when he’s placing everything she wants on a silver platter right in front of her.
She just simply couldn’t refuse. Which is why she now found herself not even thirty minutes later kneeling in between his thighs, mouth wrapped around his cock, like this exactly where she belongs.
“Fuck,” Hyunjin moaned out, hands gripping the back of her head so tight, eyes trained on the way her mouth was quite literally sucking him in.
He was big, just as she thought he would be, so it was no surprise when she couldn’t fit all of him into her mouth. She used one of her hands to jerk him off at the same time, head going up and down so fast, spit messily dripping out of her mouth and down onto the couch he was currently sat on.
She suddenly pulled her mouth away from him, right hand continuing to jerk him off. “Why… why stop?” He whined out, hips thrusting forward, the tip of his dick grazing her lips.
She didn’t reply, choosing instead to lean her lips down, licking a long stripe up and down his balls. His eyes widened, hips jerking forward, cursing out loud in Korean. Y/N found herself rubbing her thighs together at the sound, repeating the same motion over and over again before moving back up, tongue sliding up to the tip of his dick. She let it linger there for a moment.
“Wanna fuck my face?”
Hyunjin blinked. And then he blinked again. Y/N took note of how flushed his cheeks were, how dark his eyes were, how messy his hair was—and she wondered for a second if he even knew what she was asking. But before she could say anything else, his hands were gripping her hair even harder than before, slamming her face back down towards his dick.
Her mouth opened immediately, the tip of his dick hitting the back of her throat repeatedly. She gagged around his cock, spit pouring out, eyes watering from the constant stimulation. He glanced down, hooded eyes locked on the way she was taking his cock, hands forcefully holding her head in place while he fucked her mouth. It was lewd, messy, and everything in between.
Hyunjin let out a throaty groan when seeing the many tears streaming down her face, head falling backwards towards the couch. Y/N let out a choked moan in response, hands creeping up to massage his balls, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. He cursed out loud again, hips coming to a sudden halt, hands pushing her face down to keep her in place, and he came with a loud whine, mouth agape as his whole body shivered.
She kept sucking him off, working him through his orgasm as she collected every last bit of him. He whined again, hips twitching, and she pulled off of him with a pop before swallowing.
He laid there for a second to catch his breath. Y/N’s eyes zeroed in on the way his dick was still sitting there, slightly soft and leaking, begging for her to put it back into her mouth. He quite literally had the prettiest dick she’s ever seen. But really, she isn’t surprised—everything about him was pretty.
She glanced up at his face to see that he was already starring at her, mouth formed into a fucked-out smirk, eyes glossy and dark. He said something in Korean that Y/N couldn’t understand before letting out a soft laugh, hand rubbing down his face briefly.
“I can’t… English,” He laughed again, and Y/N giggled in response, hands softly coming up to rest on his thighs. He let out a content sigh, “Sorry. My English is not… very good. Can’t think now.”
“It’s okay,” She smiled back, finding him to be the most precious thing she has ever seen. She just wants to kiss him. And kiss him again. And then kiss him some more.
Hyunjin looked embarrassed, cheeks flushed, hair slightly sticking to his forehead. The flush deepened when she started to softly rub his thighs, and he finally worked up the courage to look at her again.
“Come here,” He mumbled out, voice a little raspy, hand gently laying against her own. She smiled a little, moving her body to sit flush against his thighs, and he placed his hands on her hips, biting his lip as he glanced downwards.
“I’ll make you feel good. And then I’ll make you ramen. Okay?” He asked, hands creeping down in between her thighs.
“Okay.” She smiled back.
“So you’re telling me that you’ve been fucking this guy for three months now and you’re scared to invite him to my party tonight because it might give off the wrong impression?”
“Yes.”
“And you’re also scared that if you bring him, other girls will hit on him and you’ll be forced to watch and not be able to do anything about it?”
“Yes.”
Felix blinked, “Do you realize how contraindicating that sounds?”
“Yes,” Y/N sighed, slumping back into their couch in their shared living room. She curled her legs up towards her body, forehead coming down to lay on her knees. Her head was starting to hurt. “Yes, I know. I don’t know what to do. I feel sick.”
Y/N was currently in the middle of, yet again, another crisis—another crisis that involves Hyunjin. Sweet, handsome, and precious Hyunjin.
Y/N had one rule for herself—no catching feelings. It was a simple rule, an easy rule, a piece of cake. Y/N has fucked around with guys before, so this wasn’t anything new to her. But Hyunjin was just different, and he made her feel things she’s never felt before with anyone, which now puts her in a pretty bad predicament.
She thought it was going to be just another hook-up. He’d get his fair share and she’d get hers, and then they would never speak to each other again unless it was to politely greet each other in passing on campus. Instead, it turned into more days of grabbing food on campus and walking to classes together, more evenings of meaningful conversation and slight touches, and more nights tangled in each others sheets. His smile, his laugh, the way his fingers twitch just slightly when they’re next to each other, the way his cheeks get flushed so quickly when he’s speaking and suddenly can’t form words—it all makes her feel fuzzy inside, and she was starting to go insane.
So yeah, this is her sixth crisis over him in the span of three months. And she feels like she might explode.
Y/N could feel him burning holes into the side of her head, “Have you ever thought of, I don’t know, actually communicating with him about your confused feelings?”
“No.” She immediately mumbled back, body slumping more into the couch. Felix sighed.
“And why not? For all you know, Hyunjin might feel the same. And considering the way he acts around you, I wouldn’t be surprised.”
Y/N lifted her head up with a groan, hands coming up to cover her face instead, “He doesn’t. I know he doesn’t. And I don’t even know what I feel.”
“I think you do. You’re just being dramatic, just like him,” Felix replied with an eye roll, shifting a little on the couch, “Why do you think he doesn’t feel the same way?”
“We don’t even text like normal people. We still talk solely on Snapchat like we’re in middle school. He even calls me off Snapchat… who calls someone off Snapchat? That just screams FWB!”
“Are you serious?” Felix scoffed in reply, and Y/N glanced up at the ceiling, not wanting to look at his face, “First of all, you’re the one who asked for his Snapchat when you so desperately chased him up those stairs. And you haven’t even asked for his number either. He probably thinks that’s what you communicate mostly on. Don’t put this all on him.”
Before Y/N could let out a snarky reply, Felix interrupted her, “—and that’s not even a good enough excuse as to why he doesn’t feel the same. The man texts you every single day, calls you every night when you’re not fucking him in his bed, and brings you Starbucks to the library in between classes. If he just wanted to fuck you, do you really think he would go through all this effort to just be around you? Not to mention, you’re just as down bad, because I definitely caught you on Duo Lingo in the library the other week. Why else would you suddenly want to learn Korean? And don’t say it’s because of me, because we both know that’s full of shit.”
Y/N was quiet, glancing down at her hands, softly picking at her nails—a habit she tends to do when she’s feeling upset. She decided to ignore his last comment, a little embarrassed at the fact that he saw her practicing Korean, but so what? Felix let out another sigh, “Look, I’m not trying to make you feel bad or whatever. I just think you’re being stupid about this whole situation. You’re my best friend and I don’t like seeing you like this. Hyunjin’s a good guy. I think you should just talk to him, is all. You know I can help too if you’re worried about the language barrier, but I think you both get along just fine.”
As if the universe just knew, Y/N’s phone suddenly vibrated, a notification popping up on her screen that seemed all too familiar.
Snapchat from Hyunjin🌹
She tried to ignore the way her heart jumped in her chest, feeling so dumb for even feeling like this over a stupid Snapchat notification. The notification seemed like it was taunting her, testing her. She felt Felix’s stare, felt the pressure building in her chest, and opened the app.
Hyunjin🌹: What are you doing tonight?
It was a question she’s received many times before that always ended up with either his face or his dick between her legs. She starred at it for a moment, a bubbling feeling rising in her chest. His bitmoji was peaking in the corner, just sitting there, waiting. She felt sick.
y/n😇: going to felix’s frat’s party
Her response was short. Normally she would reply with a little more enthusiasm, a little more context, but she couldn’t bring herself to. She watched as his bitmoji stayed in the corner for a minute—saw how it kept switching back to writing to just peaking a few times before he finally replied.
Hyunjin🌹: Oh~
Hyunjin🌹: I hope you have good time!
Y/N bit her lip slightly, starring at his messages for a second before deciding to swipe out of the chat. She knows she’s being irrational and slightly rude, but honestly, it’s for the better. She just needs to think over some things and have some space from Hyunjin, no matter how much her heart and her body might not want to.
Her phone vibrated again with another notification as soon as she placed it down on her thighs.
Hyunjin🌹: Don’t drink and drive please. If you need ride home, I can come get you
Hyunjin🌹: I will keep phone on just in case you need me
Hyunjin🌹: Have a good time ❤️
“Soooo,” Felix sang out, “What’s the verdict?”
Y/N didn’t reply right away, eyes zeroed in on the little red heart at the end of his text. It’s the first time he’s sent her one in the three constant months of them talking. She thought for a second that maybe he just sent it by accident just as she did with the eggplant emoji awhile back, but when he never started typing again, bitmoji still peaking in the corner like he was waiting on her to reply, she panicked, and slid out of the chat once again.
Why is she so worked up over it? It was a simple emoji—people use it all the time out of context. And really, Hyunjin is just a sucker for cute things and just being cute. He’s sent her kissy faces before, has sent her cute little gifs of cats blowing her kisses, so why is a simple heart causing her to feel like she’s going crazy? It’s just Hyunjin.
And that seems to be exactly the problem.
“I think I need some space.” She blurted out. Felix eyed her for a minute, and she could tell that he was slightly judging her again, but she didn’t care.
“Alright,” He finally let out, standing up from the couch, stretching his back a bit before letting out an overdramatic groan, “Suit yourself. We’re leaving in an hour, so if you’re riding with me, you better go get dressed. We need to stop by the liquor store on the way.”
Y/N nodded in reply, eyes still locked on the phone in front of her. Hyunjin never started typing again. She hated that she felt disappointed.
Felix started walking away, hand on the doorknob to his room, before he turned around. “Hey,” He spoke out. Y/N looked up. “Don’t stress so much about it. Just have a good time tonight, clear your head, and we’ll revisit this conversation tomorrow. I just don’t want you to wait too long. It’s not fair to you or him.”
She hated the fact that he was right. He always was. “Yeah,” She replied, hesitantly, “I know.”
Y/N has been drunk a handful of times.
College parties were never her cup of tea. Felix was in a fraternity, (a fraternity for pre-med majors, which seemed a little contradictory to her, because weren’t medical professionals supposed to not encourage bad habits?), so all of the college parties she’s been to were through his frat—Phi Delta Epsilon.
Phi Delta Epsilon always hosts a big party at the end of every semester. Not to say that it was the only parties they hosted, but these in particular were a big deal. It was always labeled as the biggest fraternity event on campus, where hundreds of college students came to get drunk and hook-up in bathrooms and everything in between. Y/N had always heard of these specific parties, always found herself taking care of a very drunk Felix who always stumbled home around 3am, (she always wondered how he got home. He was always completely obliterated), but she never actually attended one—not one of these. Well, not until tonight, of course.
Y/N had been drunk a handful of times, but this time might be the icing on the cake.
“Holy shit,” Jisung, one of Felix’s frat brothers, laughed out in disbelief, once Y/N slammed down another shot of Tequila. She just completely demolished a whole singular row of shots, and she quite literally felt like she might throw up. “Damn, Y/N. I’ve never seen you drink like this. Who broke your heart?”
Y/N’s mind immediately drifted to Hyunjin, and she wanted to slap herself in the face when realizing that this was her tenth time thinking of him tonight. And she’s only been here for two hours.
“Ji, why did you dare her to do that? You know she can’t handle her liquor.” Another voice piped up, a deep voice that she’s heard plenty of times before.
“I didn’t think she would actually take all five!” He replied back defensively, “I’m honestly shocked. I don’t even think I could do that.”
“Of course you can’t. You’re a lightweight, and you only drink beer. One shot would knock you out.” Another voice piped up, a voice belonging to Changbin, another member of the frat. Y/N always liked them—they came over sometimes to hang out in between classes, and weren’t complete assholes like most of the other guys.
They began bickering again, and Y/N found herself swaying slightly, vision slightly blurry. She doesn’t know if it’s from the shots she just took or from the smoke that was starting to cloud up the room.
“Nah, Y/N has been wild tonight. Did you not see her making out with Minho earlier? Kate was pissed.” Jisung snickered, and Y/N felt like she really might throw up now.
Felix started walking over to her, steadying her with his arms, and Y/N felt like crying all of a sudden. “Fuck,” She groaned out, annoyed with herself, “I did make out with him, didn’t I? Why did I do that?”
Her words were a little slurred, and she felt on edge. Felix noticed, letting out a slightly annoyed sigh. “Let’s go find a bathroom.” He grumbled out before grabbing ahold of her hand to lead her to the nearest bathroom, which was thankfully only a couple steps away.
He knocked on the door, and once he didn’t hear a reply, started to open it, when Y/N stopped him. “Lixie, you don’t have to come in with—with me,” She mumbled out, feeling the bile slowly rising up in her throat, “I’m fine. I’ll feel better once I throw up.”
He rolled his eyes, not wanting to cause a fight, “Fine. I’m waiting outside the door.”
She nodded, opening the door and stumbling inside. It was much quieter now, the music sounding slightly muffled, and she felt like she could finally think again. But before she could take a second to just relax, she rushed towards the toilet, spilling out every single bit of those shots she just downed minutes prior.
The sting was awful, and she found herself sweating a little after dry heaving a couple times. Once she was finished, she flushed the toilet, leaning back against the wall behind her. Her eyes were watering, the room was slightly spinning, and she felt disgusting. But at least she could finally come back her senses again.
She took her phone out of her pocket, clumsily opening up the Snapchat app, clicking on Hyunjin’s name. She bit her lip, eyes trained on the blinking cursor in the front of her, before deciding to just scroll up. However, she wished that she didn’t, because one of the pictures he had sent her popped up, and she immediately clicked on it.
It was Hyunjin, shirtless, a white towel sitting low on his hips. The mirror was slightly foggy, his hair was wet and lying over his eyes, his body flexed to where every single muscle was popping out so perfectly, a teasing smirk on his face. He had sent her this only a few nights ago with a text that said, Waiting on you. He had fucked her so good that night—had her bent over his kitchen table while he fucked her so deep—hands so rough, voice so demanding. She found herself letting out a little whimper at the thought of it—at the thought of his hands and his voice and his dick and his everything—and she wasted no time in clicking on the video call option.
He answered almost immediately.
“Jagiya,” He mumbled out, voice sounding a little scratchy, like he had just woken up, “You okay?”
She didn’t reply. She couldn’t reply. His hair was softly falling over his eyes, his beautiful eyes… and she found herself mesmerized by him once again. He was so beautiful.
He asked the question once again, sitting up slightly in bed, the sound of his sheets rustling in the background. A soft glow was engulfing his room from his bedside lamp, the once sleepy expression now being replaced with a more worried one, and Y/N felt her lips start to quiver.
“I just threw up,” She whined out, feeling really embarrassed all of a sudden, “I just… I just threw up in the bathroom.”
He was quiet for a second, blinking a few times. “Oh,” He replied, a little confused, “Are you feeling better?”
“No,” She whined out again, aggressively wiping at her mouth with the back of her hand, attempting to get the god-awful taste of puke and Minho’s lips off, “I f-feel like shit. I just miss you. I want to be with you. I hate it here.”
Hyunjin rubbed his eyes a little, a soft smile forming on his lips. His beautiful, plush lips. Y/N found herself starring at them for a couple seconds. “Do you want me to come get you?” He asked, and Y/N frowned immediately.
“You didn’t… you didn’t say you missed me,” She whined out, letting out a little huff, “Why didn’t you say it back? Is it because I threw up?”
Hyunjin’s smile grew, a look of amusement on his face, “I miss you, Jagiya. Always do when you not with me.”
Y/N shivered at the tone of his voice, the sincerity of his words, and she found herself moving her phone down slightly to get her chest and thighs in view. “You miss me like this?” She asked, free hand trailing down to softly grab at her breasts. She was wearing a black dress that was way too short and way too tight, but it showed off her curves so nicely she couldn’t not wear it. And with the way Hyunjin’s breath just hitched, she knew that was true.
“Yeah,” He breathed out, voice dropping, “Of course. Like that.”
She moved the camera down a little further, opening her legs and pushing the dress up towards her hips. The air she felt in between in her legs made her shiver since she decided to not wear panties tonight, and she used her hand to slowly spread her lips apart, feeling like she was dripping onto the floor already.
“Fuck,” He let out a rough groan, along with a few more curses in Korean, and she heard the sheets rustling a little more. The sound made her more horny than she already was, so she slid her fingers upwards to softly rub small circles on her clit.
“Miss me… like this, too?” She whimpered out, legs jerking slightly at the feeling, and she heard Hyunjin mumble something else in Korean before she leaned her head back against the wall behind her, closing her eyes as she imagined that he was right in front of her. “I need you. I need you with me. I need your cock. I need it so bad, Hyunjin.”
Her fingers sped up, hips rocking in a perfect rhythm, a string of whimpers escaping her mouth, perfectly muffled by the loud chaos that was outside. “Jagiya,” He groaned out, voice forming goosebumps on her skin, “You want my cock? You cum for me first.”
She let out a moan, phone grip loosening just slightly, and Hyunjin kept going, “So desperate. Sitting in public touching yourself… touching yourself to me? Touching yourself for me? How does it feel? Feel better than me?”
“No,” She choked out, movement not faltering, “F-feels good, but not as good as yours. Just wanna cum, please.”
He let out a short laugh, voice lower than before, “You won’t. You not doing it right. Not how you like it.”
And she hated that he was right—hated how he seemed to know her body better than she did. She cried out, body begging for her release, and she slipped two fingers in, immediately curling them upwards in attempts to get that sweet spot, just as he always did.
“Not quite,” He tsked out, “Go back to your clit. Stay there. You will never cum from that.”
Y/N could cry from frustration, slipping her fingers back out and back onto her clit, hips immediately jerking at the feeling. She was so wet that he could easily just slip right in, the sound flowing through the entire bathroom. She said his name again, pleading.
“You look so filthy, sitting here rubbing your pretty pussy to the thought of me, for me. It’s only for me, right?” He muttered out in Korean, and Y/N moaned his name out again, feeling a knot forming in her stomach.
“It better only be for me. Your pussy belongs to me, and nobody else. Nobody will ever make you feel this good—will never make you feel so desperate for them that you resort to getting yourself off in the middle of a fucking party. You are mine, you understand that?” The words kept coming out in his native tongue, voice deep, dominating.
“Now cum.” He spat out in English, and Y/N’s body jolted forward, his name falling from her lips, a wave of pleasure hitting her all at once. She let out a choked moan, felt the wetness gushing down her thighs, dropping the phone that was in her hand.
Y/N sat there for a moment, head pounding just slightly, chest rapidly moving up and down. A few more seconds passed and she realized that he was still on the phone, so she quickly picked it back up, heart racing once she laid eyes on him. He looked fucked out, lips parted, eyes dark, and she felt her skin crawl.
“Send me address. I’m coming to get you.” He roughly spoke out, the call ending before she had a chance to reply.
A sudden knock on the door startled her, and she was suddenly hyper-aware of her position and what just happened. “Y/N!” Felix’s voice yelled out from the other side of the door, “You’ve been in there for a hot minute. You good?”
She didn’t reply, scrambling to stand up and get off the floor, feeling a little dizzy from standing up too fast. She had just pulled her dress back down when the door opened and Felix barged in.
He glanced at the phone that was hanging awkwardly in her hand, then at her legs that were pressed way too tightly together, and then at her face that looked guilty as fuck. He cocked an eyebrow, “I don’t want to know what just happened. But are you good? Can I trust you to be alone now, or do you want me to take you home real quick?”
Her phone vibrating in her hand caused her to jump, and she glanced at it once before looking back at him. “N-no, I’m good. I have a… ride.” She replied quickly, other hand still supporting her body on the edge of the sink.
He lips quirked, “Right.”
He reached into the pocket of his jeans, pulling out a breath strip and handing it to her. Y/N felt her face heating up. “Might need this,” He stated, and Y/N grabbed it from him before putting it on her tongue.
“Who carries around breath strips?”
Felix rolled his eyes at her question, “Me, obviously. They come in handy when you’re trying to get laid and don’t want to worry about swallowing someone else’s gum. Stop being judgmental. I could’ve just let your breath knock his ass out.”
Y/N narrowed her eyes, really wanting to smack him upside the head. He was so annoying. “Well, text me if you need me. Otherwise,” Felix stated, walking back towards the door to open it, “I will leave you to it. Whatever that is.”
“Asshole,” She grumbled out, glaring at the door that he just walked out of. She quickly glanced back at her phone to see that Hyunjin had texted her again.
Hyunjin🌹: Still waiting on address…
It was embarrassing how fast her fingers moved to send him the address. She placed her phone down on the sink, quickly washing her hands and rinsing her mouth out once the breath strip dissolved before attempting to clean her thighs up the best she could. She felt sticky, fingers trembling slightly, room still spinning a little. She threw the toilet paper back in the toilet before flushing it, stumbling back out of the bathroom.
The crowd seemed to have grown ten times bigger than it was previously. She immediately found herself knocking into people, mumbling out a few sorry’s and excuse me’s as she tried to get past. How the fuck did Felix maneuver through all these people so quickly? And has it always been this hot in here?
A glance towards her right suddenly caught her attention. It was Hyunjin, standing near the front door, looking a little lost. His eyes quickly danced across the room a couple times before he started to take his phone out of the pocket of his black sweatpants. Y/N found herself letting out the widest grin, immediately feeling giddy at the sight of him, because it was Hyunjin, and he was here—here to pick her up! How lucky is she?
Letting out a dramatic, lovesick sigh, she started to, (well, attempted to), skip towards him in all her glory. However, her steps came to a sudden halt once another girl beat her to him, standing exactly where she was about to be.
The grin faded as quick as it came. She watched as the girl approached him so timidly, so softly, tucking a piece of her long, black hair behind her ear. Hyunjin looked up in surprise, phone in his hands now forgotten as he leaned his head down towards her. Her lips were moving, a flirtatious expression gracing her features, and she leaned in a little more once he smiled back.
The sight made her feel sick.
Y/N thought that he would shew her away, would politely decline her advances. But when she had placed her hand on his chest, letting it drag down ever so slowly as she whispered something else in his ear, she found herself seeing red—feet moving in front of her so steadily she almost forgot she was even drunk.
Her clumsily stumbling into the girl quickly reminded her of that fact, though.
Really, she didn’t mean to. Her plan was to approach them both, politely tell the girl to fuck off, and then lead Hyunjin outside so he could take her to his car so they could fuck and then spend the night together eating Taco Bell. But someone had abruptly bumped into her as she was approaching them, causing her to roughly stumble into the girl who was currently feeling up all over her man.
The girl let out a shriek in surprise, the both of them hitting the ground as quick they made contact. Y/N heard some laughter behind her, but was way too dizzy to turn around and see who it was.
“Ow,” She rubbed her head softly, eyes squeezed tight together, headache pounding. She felt her body suddenly being shoved to the side, and heard someone yelling at her in Korean. She could only assume the screeching voice was her.
Y/N could tell that the girl was actively cussing her out. She finally opened her eyes, about to interrupt her ranting, when she caught a whiff of cologne—a scent that immediately made her feel warm.
It was Hyunjin, crouching down beside her, eyes wide and full of concern. His hand was holding onto her arm, face leaned in towards her. His mouth was moving but Y/N couldn’t figure out what he was saying, eyes too focused on the fact that he was here and in front of her.
She smiled, placing her hand on his arm, pulling him more into her. He stumbled into her slightly before catching himself, and Y/N slid her hand up towards the back of his neck, lips leaning in to start peppering kisses on the side of his face. She pulled back briefly, eyes locked on the slight pout of his lips for a second before she leaned back in to kiss him again.
“Y/N,” He leaned back, “Not now.”
Embarrassment flooded through her, eyes stinging with tears from his rejection. He looked away from her and back towards the other girl, Y/N’s hand falling onto her thighs. He was talking to her, leaned in close, the girl glaring at Y/N like she wanted to claw her eyes out, and Y/N started to feel sick again.
She blinked back her tears before attempting to stand up and just leave them alone since he was apparently so interested in her, cursing at herself once she stumbled over her feet once again. A pair of warm hands steadied her before she could fall, that same scent wrapping around her, suffocating her.
“Get off of me,” She lightly shoved his hands off of her once she caught her balance again, “I’m fine. Just go… go have fun with her.”
Y/N’s voice was trembling slightly, chest hurting, and she was starting to get overwhelmed. Hyunjin was so quick to show interest in another girl, and really, why wouldn’t he? Especially when it’s someone who can speak his native language, who can relate to him, who is so pretty and petite—someone who is everything she isn’t.
She had managed to walk away from Hyunjin and out of the front door, tears now falling down her face. Her vision was blurry and she didn’t really know where she was going or what she was trying to do—all she knew was that she was frustrated with herself and felt like her heart just ripped in half.
She doesn’t know how long she was just standing there when she felt his presence behind her, footsteps frantic. “Y/N,” He breathed out, like he had been running, “Why… what are you doing? What’s wrong?”
She sniffled, bringing her hand up to wipe at her eyes, not wanting him to see her crying and upset. When she didn’t reply, he took a step in front of her, and she quickly looked down, attempting to turn away, when he softly reached up to grab ahold of her face.
He tilted her head up so that he could look her in the eyes, eyes softening once he noticed the tears staining her cheeks. “What’s wrong, baby?” He whispered out, wiping the bottom of her eyes with the pad of his fingers.
“You don’t want me anymore,” She hiccuped, voice cracking slightly at the end, “You were… you were all over that other girl. She was pretty. She was so pretty. And a lot s-smaller than me.”
She hated how her insecurities were starting to consume her. Y/N had never felt insecure—always coming off so confident in herself and her body when it came to most things, especially when it when came to hook-ups. But something about seeing Hyunjin with someone who looked so elegant and confident made her skin crawl in the worst way. Y/N always knew Hyunjin was out of her league. This proves it.
“What?” He replied back, eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “What you talking about? The girl inside?”
Y/N rolled her eyes, moving her face away from his hands. “Obviously. Unless there’s another girl you’ve been fucking behind my back and just haven’t told me.”
His hands pulled her face back, slight grip on the back of her neck holding her in place so she was forced to look at him. “Don’t talk to me like that,” He spoke out, voice more stern than it was prior. “There is no other girl. You know that. Only want you… even if you get attitude with me because you’re jealous.”
Y/N felt her face heating up, but kept going anyway, “You rejected me earlier. I tried to kiss you and you rejected me, to talk to her.”
Hyunjin quirked a grin, which made Y/N more upset than she was earlier. Is he not taking this seriously?
Before she could say another word, he pulled her face down, lips moving against her own. The kiss was soft, tender—a complete contrast of what she was used to with him. She could taste the slight mint in his breath, feel the warmth of him, and she found herself pulling him even closer, body immediately betraying her.
She whined when he pulled away. “I didn’t want to make a scene,” He mumbled out, finger softly playing with her bottom lip, eyes fixated on the slight pout, “Didn’t want to cause more attention. Was trying to look after you. I’m sorry.”
Y/N suddenly felt like crying again at how sincere he sounded, how soft he was. He was looking at her so tenderly, so lovingly, that she almost ended up blurting out her feelings. But suddenly, an overwhelming sense of guilt hit her all at once as she thought back to Minho a few hours prior, face paling.
“Come on,” He smiled at her, giving her another quick peck on the lips, “Come home with me.”
He placed his hand on her lower back, guiding her towards his Porsche that was parked on the side of the road. She followed, because she would follow him anywhere, mouth becoming dry.
“Hyunjin,” She whispered out, attempting to get his attention. He didn’t hear her, opening the passenger door for her before helping her get inside, leaning over to buckle her up. He smiled at her again, kissing the side of her cheek once before closing the door, jogging back to the other side. He sat down, turning the music down just a bit. Y/N felt stiff.
“You want my hoodie?” He asked, not waiting on her to answer him as he began to slip it over his head, handing it to her. She grabbed it from him, hands shaking slightly, before placing it on her lap.
“Cold?” He asked again, noticing that she was shaking a bit. When she didn’t reply, he turned on the heat anyway before putting the car in drive.
Y/N starred at his hoodie for a second. It felt wrong to put it on. “Hyunjin,” She tried again, bile rising in her throat. They had gotten to the stop sign at end of the neighborhood when he turned to look at her. He placed his hand on her exposed thigh, “What’s wrong? Do you feel sick again?”
He placed the car back in park before rolling her window down. She felt like she might pass out.
“If you need to get sick again, it’s okay. Try to lean out window. I can clean up if it gets on seats.” His soft voice echoed through the car, and Y/N wanted to cry. He was in the middle of pulling back her hair into a ponytail when she had finally spoke.
“I kissed someone tonight,” She blurted out, chest heaving, the bile in her throat getting stuck. She didn’t dare look at him, not yet. His fingers loosened. “Minho. From Felix’s frat. I kissed him. I was drunk and I was confused. It isn’t an excuse, but I regretted it immediately after. I still regret it. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
It was quiet. Daniel Caesar was softly playing in the background, faint yelling was heard from down the road. It was quiet, and Y/N hated it.
Finally, he spoke. “Why?” He whispered out. It was a simple question, yet why did it feel so hard to answer?
Y/N felt him looking at her. She still couldn’t bring herself to look back. When she didn’t reply, he moved his hands away from her hair, and she hated how it cold it felt.
“I wanted to forget about you,” She finally breathed out, new tears forming in her eyes, threatening to escape, “You are all I think about. You have been the only thing on my mind since I chased after you up those stairs. I hate that I can’t just stop thinking about you. It scares me.”
She finally worked up the courage to look up at him. His gaze was unreadable, fingers twitching at his side. He looked so beautiful like this.
“I know we aren’t together… not like that, at least,” She continued, thankful that she was still a little drunk otherwise she wouldn’t have been able to say any of this, letting out a little sniffle, “But I… I want to be. I have for so long now. I’m just… I’m scared, and I don’t know what will happen, or if we will even work out, but I’m willing to try. You are… you are worth everything. You are everything, Hyunjin.”
The grip on his hoodie tightened, the tears now flowing freely down her cheeks. She felt like a giant weight has finally been lifted off her shoulders. She just didn’t want it to happen this way—not in a way that was hurting them both.
She cried harder once he never replied, cuddling his hoodie to her chest to get his scent one last time before placing it on his lap. Her hands were still shaking. “I’m sorry,” She choked out, wiping her eyes with the back of her hands, “I will… I’ll go. Goodbye, Hyunjin.”
Her hands reached for the door when he tugged her back. “No,” He let out, “Stop.”
His hands were warm, comforting. “Look at me.” He whispered.
She cleared her throat before turning around. The grip on her arm tightened ever so slightly, his eyes twinkling. “I want that, too. Want to try… with you.” He spoke softly, carefully. “And yes, I’m upset about kiss, but there is nothing I can do. Like you said, we were not together. So it’s okay. I still want you just as much.”
Y/N smiled through her tears, fingers coming up to wipe at the mascara that she knew was running down her cheeks before leaning over to kiss him. He reciprocated immediately, mouth moving against hers, both of them savoring the taste—savoring the feeling.
She pulled back, lips hovering over his own. “Wanna fuck you,” Y/N mumbled, kissing the corner of his mouth, “Wanna show you just how much I want you.”
Hyunjin let out a breath, cock twitching in his sweatpants. “N-not now,” He stuttered out, although it physically pained him to say it, “You are drunk, yeah? Feels wrong.”
She kissed down his neck, getting to that spot behind his ear that she knew he loved, hand trailing down to the obvious bulge forming in his sweats. He let out a strangled moan, hips jerking slightly, his hands resting on her own, attempting to stop her.
“Only a little bit,” Y/N replied, choosing to intertwine their fingers instead, not wanting to make him uncomfortable, “I know what I’m doing. Just really want you. It’s okay if you want to wait, but you have my permission. You always have it.”
It looked like Hyunjin was fighting an internal battle—eyes narrowed in on the way she brought his hand up to her mouth, softly kissing the back of his hand. She did that a few times before putting one of his fingers into her mouth, mouth going up and down, tongue swirling, eye contact never faltering. She popped his finger out of his mouth, guiding his hand to wrap around her throat. His hand tightened around her neck softly and she let out a moan before un-zipping the back of her dress, exposing her upper-half to him. His breath hitched, eyes immediately drawn to her breasts that were sitting so perfectly in front of him, nipples hard and perky, begging for him to suck on them.
She smirked, biting her lip as she glanced at him. His hand tightened ever so slightly when she moved her hands up towards her breasts, fingers lightly tracing around her hardened nipples. She moaned his name out once, thighs rubbing together, and Hyunjin felt hot.
“Fuck me,” He groaned out, accent more prominent the more worked up he was getting, “You want to fuck me? Take me then, baby.”
Y/N didn’t need to be told twice. She clumsily pulled the rest of her dress down her legs before throwing it in the backseat. She couldn’t help but think that she probably looked ridiculous and her fat rolls were most definitely on display as she wiggled out of the dress in such a tight space, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. Not when Hyunjin was looking at her like he wanted to devour her.
“Lean back,” She mumbled out, leaning over slightly. He listened, moving his seat back as far as it would go before reclining the seat. He un-buckled his seat belt, hips raising slightly as he adjusted himself through his sweats. Y/N glanced down, watching him squirm for a second before deciding she’s had enough.
“Well?” She spoke out, tone condescending, “You gonna just lay there all night or take your pants off so I can fuck you?”
Hyunjin scrambled to get his pants off, only getting them down to his ankles when Y/N had crawled over towards him, harshly plopping herself down on his lap, dick grazing her pussy lips. He moaned immediately at the contact, at how wet she already was, and his hands grabbed ahold of her hips, attempting to guide her to grind down on him.
She swat his hands away. “Don’t,” She breathed out, grinding down on him anyway, “Hands off. Only thing you can touch is my clit while I’m riding you. Got it?”
“Cute,” He smirked in reply, an amused expression on his face. He started to let out a laugh, thinking that she just looked so adorable trying to dominate him, but a sudden grip on his throat stopped him. He let out a choked moan at the feeling, hips jerking upwards, dick sliding in-between her folds so perfectly that he could just easily slide right in.
His mouth was slightly open, hooded eyes glancing up at her, and he grinned at her before softly biting his bottom lip. “Harder.” He choked out, moan getting caught in his throat once she did just that, his dick painfully twitching beneath her.
She rubbed against him more forcefully, the tip of his dick teasing her entrance, and she leaned down, kissing the corner of his mouth before trailing her lips over towards his ear. “Beg,” She whispered, breath making him shiver. When he didn’t say anything, she squeezed him a little harder, a soft gasp escaping his mouth. She loosened her grip a little, giving him another opportunity. “Beg, Hyunjin. Beg for me to fuck you, and I promise to let you cum inside me.”
“F-fuck,” He gasped out after spitting out a few curses in Korean. She harshly moved his head to the side, leaning down to kiss and suck on the other side of his neck. Her free hand trailed down to grab ahold of his dick, hard and leaking and angry, and she rubbed his tip against her lips, softly biting at the skin on his neck at the feeling.
“P-please, baby. Please fuck me. Need it so bad… need you so bad.” He choked out, mixing up his English with Korean, voice desperate and strained. He kept going, kept begging in his native tongue, and Y/N didn’t waste anymore time in taking his cock.
The stretch was insane—it always was. No matter how many times they’ve fucked, he still feels so big inside her, and she feels so full everytime. They both let out a long moan, and Y/N raised her body up, only to come back down on him with just as much force as before.
“You’re so hot,” Y/N gasped out, loosening her grip more on his neck, the sound of their skin slapping against each other filling up the car, “So sexy. S-so perfect. Keep talking. Please.”
Hyunjin eyes were locked on the way her pussy was swallowing him whole, watched how her juices were coating him, mouth still slightly open. The soft glow from the street lamps outside were just enough to where he could see her, and he thought she looked beautiful like this.
He felt her clench around him when he started talking again. He told her how beautiful she looked taking his cock, how tight she felt, how perfect she sounded. He then placed one of his hands over hers on his neck, the other coming up towards her mouth. She opened, sucking on his fingers like she was starved, and he trailed them back down to start rubbing slow circles on her clit.
When she moaned his name again, he kept talking. This time, he told her that nobody would ever fuck her this good, that nobody would ever get to feel how sinful her pussy feels, that nobody would ever get to see her like this—confident, sexy, and utterly beautiful. He told her that only she was allowed to ride his cock, to use him however she pleases, and he’ll be damned if she ever forgets that.
“Fuck, Hyunjin,” She whimpered out, hips speeding up, ass slapping against his balls so deliciously. She glanced down at him, saw the fucked-out look on his face, the slight drool on the corner of his lips, and she gripped his neck tighter.
“You’re mine, understand?” She moaned out, hips never faltering their movements despite the burning she felt in her thighs. The car was rocking, windows fogging up. “Nobody else can have you like this. Nobody can ride your dick better than I can. Nobody else can ever see you like this… see you so fucked out and drunk off my pussy. You are mine. You understand that, baby?”
“Y-yes,” He stuttered out, pleased as fuck that she’s just as worse as he is, “Yours. I’m yours. Fuck.”
His hair was falling across his eyes, a string of curses escaping his lips. Y/N felt her legs starting to shake, hips jerking from the constant stimulation of his dick hitting exactly where she likes it and his fingers that were sloppily rubbing against her clit, breasts bouncing with each rough movement. She leaned her body forward, hand moving down from his neck to his chest to support herself as she adjusted her rhythm to slowly grind on his cock. She leaned her face down, slowly tracing his right nipple with her tongue, the other hand harshly pinching at the left.
“F-fuck. About… to cum,” Hyunjin whined out, voice raspy, eyes rolling to the back of his head, “B-baby, can I cum? Please?”
“No,” She smirked before biting at his nipple. He let out a choked moan, tears forming in his eyes, hands twitching at his sides. She was still grinding on him, felt so warm and wet and tight around him, and he tightly placed his hands on her hips before planting his feet on the floorboard, hips roughly thrusting upwards.
Y/N moaned out, the force making her body jolt backwards, back leaning against the steering wheel. His thrusts were fast, frantic, desperate. His cock was hitting her just right, so thick and long and perfect, and she found herself moaning out his name as a plea, the familiar pit forming in her stomach.
“Gonna cum,” He loudly whined out, voice high, desperate, “You gonna take it. J-just take it… l-like that… yeah… just… fuck,” His voice trailed off, words falling off his tongue, and his hips stuttered once, twice, before he spilled inside her.
Y/N let out a shriek at the feeling, vision going blurry as she tilted her head back, milking his cock dry.
She collapsed forward, head falling in the crook of his neck. His arms immediately wrapped around her, bringing her even closer. They laid like that for a minute, his dick softening inside her ever so slightly, and Y/N began peppering soft kisses on the side of neck. Hyunjin winced at the feeling.
“Sorry if I hurt you,” Y/N whispered out before kissing down the other side of his neck.
“You didn’t,” He replied, voice still a little rough, “Just… sensitive.”
She kissed up towards the side of his face before pausing to look at him. His lips were swollen, dried tears lying on his cheeks, hair slightly sticking to his forehead. He was a mess. A beautiful mess.
Hyunjin felt her starring at him, eyes slowly opening as he turned his head towards her. He met her eyes, and something gentle settled there—a love showed not in words, but in the stillness of how she looked at him. And in that moment, Hyunjin finally understood that home was not a place he would return to, but a place that recognized him, embraced him, loved him.
And in the space where the semester ended, between what was finished and what had not quite begun, something remained. It wasn’t loud enough to make a promise, it wasn’t fragile enough to completely disappear, but it was something that felt like home, even as everything else let go.
