The school festival was coming to an end and most of the students had gathered in the main courtyard for the closing bonfire. However, you had escaped the noise and were in the music room on the third floor, which was completely empty. You sat near the window, watching how the sky was tinged with orange and violet tones.
The living room door opened slowly, breaking the silence.
“Ah, I knew I would find you here” Jaehee said, poking her head out with a shy smile.
He was wearing an impeccable uniform, although he had taken off his tie and the sleeves of his shirt were slightly rolled up. In his hands he held two cans of cold soda. He walked towards you and handed you one of them.
“Thank you, Jaehee. Shouldn't you be downstairs with the rest of the group?” you asked, taking the can.
“Too many people for today” he admitted, sitting on the edge of the desk that was next to your chair “In addition, the committee had me running all day with the sound equipment. I needed a little peace... and a good conversation”
Jaehee looked at the grand piano that rested in the center of the living room. He got up, approached the instrument and pressed a couple of keys gently, letting the notes resonate in the empty space.
“Do you remember the melody we were practicing last week?” he asked, looking at you sideways with a spark of enthusiasm in his eyes.
“Of course, although it was difficult for me to keep up in the second part” you replied, approaching too.
“Come, I'll show you how it was going” he said, making a space for you on the piano bench.
You sat next to him. Jaehee placed her hands on the keys and began to play a soft and leisurely melody. The sound was warm, fitting perfectly with the sunset light that came in through the window. As he played, his usually cheerful expression became concentrated and calm.
“Now you, enter the third half” he said in a low voice, without stopping playing.
You placed your hands next to his and began to play the accompaniment chords. Although at first you doubted a little, Jaehee's constant rhythm guided you easily. His hands crossed a couple of times on the keyboard, and in one of those transitions, his fingers brushed yours, sending a slight shock of nervousness down your arm.
They finished the piece at the same time, letting the last note vibrate in the air until it disappeared. The living room was silent again, but this time it felt different, much closer.
Jaehee removed her hands from the piano and turned to you, resting her back on the keyboard. He looked at you with a sincere smile, one of those that made his eyes narrow slightly.
“You see, it wasn't that difficult” he said, breaking the silence “You just needed a quieter environment. You play very well when you don't have the pressure of the whole class looking at you”
“It's easier when I play with you” you confessed, feeling that your cheeks warmed up a little under the reddish light of the dying sun.
Jaehee widened his smile and nodded softly, keeping your words in his mind. He got up from the bench and walked to the window, contemplating the last rays of light before night fell completely.
“The festival is over, but the music room will remain free on Mondays after classes” he commented casually, although his tone betrayed the expectation “We could continue practicing that song. What do you say?”
You looked at his silhouette cut out against the sunset sky and smiled, knowing exactly what your answer would be.
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jaehee who's so big and doesn't realise it !!!!!!!/!/&/&/&&2&2'akakakqoqkanNamm@/@ you tell him it's too much he's too big and he'd be so sweet begging you to do well for him and of course you can't say no cause you're his and he's yours , how could you !!!?? 😵💫
oh my sweet anon you get my brain so well & i want you to know i saw this ask the same day you sent it in and this is all i've been able to think about....🫠 god
you're so full of him already and he hasn't even bottomed out yet. telling him how it's too much n all he says is "you're taking it so well though sweetheart." ignoring all your weak protests and slowly sinking into you, stretching you deliciously. you swear you can feel him everywhere, the heat of him seeping into your bones, the thick press of him making your head spin
"fuck," he grits out, his fingers digging into your hipbone. His voice is wrecked, raw with the effort of holding still. "you feel—" he cuts himself off with a groan when you clench around him involuntarily, your body trying to adjust. His lips find the damp skin behind your ear. "look at you. taking me like you were made for me." you whimper, half-delirious, and the sound turns into a broken moan when he shifts, just slightly, and the head of his cock nudges even deeper inside of u. tears spill over, streaking hot down your cheeks. "jaehee," you sob, your voice small, wrecked. "it’s—it’s too much."
"It’s not," he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss on your jaw. his hand slides up your stomach, fingers splaying wide over your ribs as if to feel the way your breath stutters. "you can take it. you always do." He pulls out slowly, dragging every ridge of himself against your walls, and your vision blurs. When he pushes back in, it’s with a snap of his hips that punches the air from your lungs. "See?"
warnings. kiss at the end, marketing rambling, jaehee is called daeyoung/daeng, reader has hair and smells like vanilla, daeyoung talks like a pathetic virgin #sorry #lovehimstill
genre. full on fluff — words count. ~950
mini’s notes : my first writing for years may be bad may be hella good who knows, hope you enjoyyy! “don’t count on me to start writing” i said, two days ago..
Every friday ; same time, same corner, same drink, you went to the library where Daeyoung worked part-time at. You’d shared a few classes despite the different degrees — communication, international law and that hell of business’ group project he was so serious about it made you roll your eyes.
After sighing countless of times about how stupid the course you were studying looked, you decided to bother him as he was putting newly-received books on a shelf,
“Hi Daeyoung, would you mind helping me with that class I’m struggling with? I heard you’re pretty good there…”
It did take a moment to realise you were talking to him before he finally nodded and followed you.
“What class is that ?”
You gently tapped on a chair on your left, asking him to sit down next to you.
“Marketing..” you sighed one more time, which made him giggle quietly making you smile.
“So I have my lectures notes right? But there’s that chapter about social responsibility with about 8 pages and, if I am being honest with you, in my life I will never ever read all that. If you could basically just shorten it for me? It should be a cup of tea for you, shouldn’t it?” you followed up, making your famous begging-look everyone would instantly fall for, which Daeyoung indeed did.
He hummed, pushing his glasses a bit further before starting to read the document and taking notes.
After a little longer of you sipping your coffee, sketching on your notebook, looking at him, and almost falling asleep, he finally looked back at you, waking you up instantly.
“So ..?” you asked impatiently.
“So it’s basically explaining that, it’s about companies taking care of people, society and the environment while doing business. It means being ethical — treating workers fairly, avoiding harm in production and being honest in advertising. It also means thinking about the planet, like using sustainable materials or reducing waste. It helps building trust within customers but also improving their reputation.”
“You’re a life saver… Though I have a few questions, I hope this won’t bother you. So like, if companies say they care about society and the environment, does that mean they’re actually doing it or is it just for PR? Because I feel like every brands ever post about saving the planet but then you know, the stuff we buy is still terrible for the environment. And what about workers? I read somewhere that some factories pay like nothing and make people work crazy hours, so how do companies make sure they’re actually ethical? And sustainable materials… I don’t even know where to start with th—“ as you continued your endless rambling, looking at your laptop and your notebook, he started losing focus. Time starting to slow down. His eyes naturally focused on the way your lips moved at every words, your eyes blinking every 6 seconds and your brows furrowing when you were thinking a little too deeply. But also how your vanilla-scented perfume filled the small space, and how soft your hair looked under the dimmed light.
His thoughts got cut off when he suddenly couldn’t hear you anymore, you, noticing how he wasn’t listening, making you pout slightly.
“Did i talk too much? Aah~ I’m sorry daeng.. Got really lost in my words,”
“No– no it’s okay, I was listening I– I promise, I’m a little tired today, I didn’t mean to and your voice is really soothi—“ he tried to explain himself while moving his hands abruptly, his glasses falling on his lap from it, getting cut off by the sudden.
“Daeyoung..” you laughed, “It’s okay.. It happens” you added as you picked his glasses up from him “oh! I like your glasses, can I try them on?”
He smiled softly and nodded, looking at you fondly when you put them on. “How do I look?” you say grinning widely.
“Gorgeous is not even enough of a word to describe it” the boy replied, amused.
You removed the glasses shyly, putting them back at his original place, his face. You were being so gentle, as if touching porcelain, even slow, it almost felt intimate.
Daeyoung started blushing at how careful you were being, not to hurt him. As the glasses were finally sitting right, you stayed close, too close but not enough to justify stepping away without it being obvious.
Your fingers still holding the hinges of his glasses, grazing his temples with your fingers unintentionally.
He doesn’t say anything, only swallowing, his smile fading into something quieter, like he’s waiting but not daring.
Your breaths sync, he leans in without really realizing it, barely an inch and, he stops.
She notices and shifts slightly, brushing his cheek, just adjusting her grip. Her gaze flips to the lower side of his face, back up to his eyes and once again to his lips.
Daeyoung tilts his head slowly, not to startle you, and kisses you. So barely, almost like a test, your lips barely touching.
Embarrassed, he laughs breathily, starting to apologise again but shortly cut off by your lips placing on his once again.
This time more sure, more confident. His glasses fogging a little by the sudden heat. You, tilting your head slowly, giving him more access, him, mirroring the movement.
Your hands moving to the back of his neck, drawing him closer, making him shiver, almost whimpering. The kiss deepens slightly, lingering, delicate yet urgent.
Suddenly, someone clears their throat nearby. Reality snaps in, resulting in you both pulling apart flustered, but smiling, like two idiots.
The tension stays, nevertheless, it settles even, warmer, like promising something later, something new.
there was pop rap music blaring out the speakers of the dj set in the living room. the music could've been better, but that's how it always is at these parties.
after being dragged along to a frat party due to your friends wishes to get with this one pretty girl from her class, you've been making your rounds in the house, taking in all the sites before the boredom ate away at you.
the smell of cheap alcohol singed your nostrils as you got to the back end of the house where there were somehow still throngs of people. some were tonguing down strangers, while others were taking shots of something that seemed equivalent to rubbing alcohol based on how the smell flooded the room.
in the center you saw a group of about 9 people looking like they were setting up for a game. letting curiosity get the better of you, you waltz towards the circle. maintaining a cautious distance, just to observe, when a sudden “look, she makes ten!” followed by a yank brings you to the floor. before you could register what had just occurred, you were sucked into a game of spin the bottle
a bit corny, sure, but the tipsy devil on your shoulder told you there wouldn't be much to lose and it might even be…fun? chances are, on this huge campus, you'd never see these people again.
“so, what's your name?” a girl to the right of you (most likely the one that yanked you in) asked, cocking her head to the side like a bird.
you introduced yourself and took a good look at the group around the table in front of you as everyone else made their introductions. everyone was decently good looking, definitely conventionally attractive, probably the type of friend group that dated within themselves you thought. until you noticed an outlier.
a man anxiously tapping his fingers, seemingly flushed despite only having what appeared to be 1/3 of a cup of whatever was being served in the kitchen. he scanned his surroundings looking as if we was planning an escape until everyone else's eyes landed on him.
“hi, ahem i'm jaehee,” he gets out a little too quietly for the current setting of a house party, but it works nonetheless. he looks friendly with the rest of the group, just a bit more put together, as if parties weren't his forte. it was cute, you always liked your men a little pathetic.
he pushed up the black frames of his glasses and adjusted his blue varsity jacket, situating himself for the game.
“alright im gonna spin it,” a guy named intak (you think?) said with a little too much enthusiasm. it landed on a girl with light brown braids cascading down her back. she giggled and stood up, reaching for intak's hand. he eagerly latched on and followed behind her like a puppy as she led him to a nearby closet.
oh. a closet.
you thought it would just be regular pecks and smooches here and there, maybe even a hickey or two, but 7 whole minutes in heaven? you seriously doubted the cleanliness of these frat guys, what if you got like, mouth cheese from their dick cheese?
scanning the group one more time your eyes end on jaehee again. a little bit of a nerd, but still hot. and most importantly the most well kempt man there. chances are you'd be able to talk your way out of doing anything sexual, but in the event you couldn't he'd probably be the least likely to be nasty.
plan in your mind, you were on a mission and determined to get your expected outcome. before you knew it a timer went off, bringing you back down to earth.
intak and the girl stumbled out of the closet as he was zipping his pants back up. whoops and cheers erupted as they sat back down. intak took his phone out and angeled it towards the so called moderator of the game (sion you think?) he's chuckles then announces “we have a proof shot! it's good!”
another chorus of cheers came as chills ran down your body as you realized the game's main objective, you have to take a picture of you and your partner getting it on.
you really should've just stayed home.
shaking your nerves away, you joined in on the cheering and watched the group settle back down to spin the bottle once again.
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another pairing went and came back dazed, giggling to each other. eventually it was your turn, and all eyes were on you. it was time to put your makeshift plan to action.
reaching out, you grabbed the bottle and spun it. right before it was about to stop you “accidentally” coughed and shook the table knocking the bottle off.
“hey what gives! it was about to land on someone!” intak said from the couch with the same girl from before on his lap. you shamelessly shrugged and watched as jaehee went to pick up the bottle and put it back
“well, looks like the bottle has chosen” you grin as you stand and grab jaehee's hand while taking him to the closet. you hear hoots and hollers as you led him away, clearly his friends were excited to see him finally get some action.
closing the closet door and locking it behind you, you look at him in his eyes.
hes tall. a lot more than you thought he'd be considering his demeanor. the frames of his glasses sat on his face in a way that made his downturned eyes look even bigger than they already were. the navy blue letterman jacket hugged his large frame in all the right areas. he was much more attractive than you realized.
“jaehee, right?”
“um, yea. and you're y/n, i remember ” an awkward silence passed. both of you looking down at your feet.
resolving that you had to do something so as to not “kill the vibe” you drop to your knees.
jaehee panics and attempts to get you back up “hey! you don't have to do anything! d-don't worry i can explain everything to them!”
you sigh at his chivalry and look down at the floor, flattered, but understanding of how these games usually go.
“look, jaehee,” you start, “i think you're sweet, and obviously cute, but if we don't at least take a picture as proof, ill be made fun of by your friends and mine for at least a week which is pretty irritating considering i didn't even plan on showing up! my head hurts, i have an exam the day after tomorrow, an essay to write, and another prelab to d-”
the silence and visceral radiation of heat off of the man's body in front of you had your words involuntary cut off. looking up, you saw he was red, very much so actually. yet, seeing as he hadn't been drinking since that sliver of alcohol before, something else had to have caused the rouge tint of his face.
“are you okay??”
“well i mean, you said i was cute…” he covers his face with the back of his hand, entirely too bashful at the compliment.
and just like that, your plan completely switched in your mind, who could say no to such a cutie?
“jaehee…” you giggle “you really have no idea of the effect you have on people, huh? suddenly, i really wanna give you head,” you rub your cheek against his crotch while looking up at him.
jaehee staggers backward, even more flushed than before at your lewd language. you feel his dick twitch against your face.
“you r-really dont have to, i swear.” but he was losing the fight in his voice, starting to become accustomed to the idea of his dick down your throat.
“oh, but i want to?”
“ive never done this before.. anything ahem sexual… i mean”
even more of an incentive, you think to yourself. “don't worry love, ill help you out”
unzipping his pants and pulling them down with his boxers in one fell swoop, you're left face to face with the prettiest cocks you've ever seen. (definitely no dick cheese!)
he was thick and his tip was flushed just as much as he was. you hands started working around his dick slowly so you could absorb every reaction he makes.
“is this okay?”
moans we're already starting to spill out of him. he attempted to respond but all that came out was a slight whimper. he bit the back of his hand to try and silence himself as he nodded.
“your ah- hands are so mmpf soft”
jaehee found himself chasing the stimulation your hands were giving him, arching into your grasp. he unknowingly started to roll his hips to meet your hands.
“you're doing so good already,” jaehee shuddered at the praise and leaned back against the wall, head crooning up to the ceiling as if the pleasure was already too much to handle, “let me make you feel even better.”
the slight loss of contact when your hands left his member had him bucking up into the air. before he could look down to see what you were doing, he felt the warm, wet easing of his dick into your mouth. if jaehee wasn't still holding onto a shred of his pride, he would've cum right then.
“ohhhhhmyfuckinggod-” jaehee swears his brain was gonna melt through his ears. the sensation of your tongue swirling around his cockhead as you drenched his dick in saliva couldn't even be compared to his right hand.
you continued to bob your head with the first half of his shaft until you took a deep breath and slid the rest of his dick down your throat.
jaehee's knees nearly buckled at how tight your throat was “h-h-holy fuck,” attempting to suppress his moans and whimpers was futile by now, every noise he made reverberated off the walls of the tiny room. “y/n, please please i-i cant take it,” he pleads with you. feeling slightly sorry for the man, you came back up for air, detaching your mouth from jaehee's dick and take a good look up at him.
oh he's so far gone.
pupils dilated, glasses askew, heavily breathing, hair ruffled from presumably grabbing on it to keep himself grounded. his letterman jacket was hanging off his shoulder, no longer engulfing his toned body. he lifted the bottom of his t-shirt to get a better look at you.
the view of his abs tensing from the floor had heat pooling deep within your core, “jaehee, baby. if you want me to stop i will, but don't you wanna cum?" your breath ghosted over his flushed dick as you spoke, "youre so hard, let me take care of you…” jaehee weakly nodded as his breathing only got heavier. the way you talked to him only made him more turned on, if it was even possible.
you slid his dick back into your mouth, clenching around his cock using your throat. he visibly shakes at this action and lets out a pornographic moan as he mentally says his prayers to keep himself from ascending to a higher plane of consciousness.
before you can register it, jaehees strong hands have found the back of your head and he's pistoning into your mouth to chase his high. “y/n i'm s-sorry ngh i can't stop it ah- please i'm so close,”
a drop of something hits your forehead and you look up to see jaehee…crying? “i-i've never felt this good before,” he croaks out in between moans. and just like that your determination to get jaehee to cum skyrockets. you loosen up your throat and let him fuck your mouth ignoring the tears welling up in your eyes.
using the last of your energy and the oxygen you have you continue to contract and suck until a series of high pitched moans followed by an “imcummingimcummingimcumming- NNGH,” had jaehee spilling heaps of cum down your throat.
you swallowed what you could and felt the rest seep out of your mouth and onto your face, making a mess just for jaehee.
“what a good boy," jaehee shudders again, twitching at your words, "make sure you take a picture baby,” jaehee's shaky hands fumble for his phone in his pocket to take a pic of you with his cum all over your face.
“you're so pretty like this,” he barely manages to breathe out, “but i'd rather take a picture together,” he drops to his knees and has his lips meet yours, sloppily kissing and mixing his cum with your saliva.
seeing as he quickly forgot he had to take a picture once your heated makeout began, you slipped your phone out of your back pocket and took a selfie of your tongues intertwining.
breaking away from the kiss his blown out eyes stare at you, yearning for more. you giggle at just how far gone he is from a blowjob.
pulling his phone from his limp hand you start to enter your phone number, “this was fun jaehee, call me sometime.”
you heard a knock at the door and quickly ushered yourself out of the closet. jaehee eventually reorganizes himself and tries to head out after you, but you're already long gone in the sea of party-goers.
he really needed to see you again, hopefully next time for more than 7 minutes.
★ summary: the five times Jaehee wanted to kiss you, the time he did, and the aftermath.
★ wc: 3,7k words
★ warnings: one (1) mention of cannibalism
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★ n/a: had this in my drafts for a while, decided to put it out as my last fic of the year since i dont have almost any other close to being finished lol (obviously i might post a drabble if i feel like it, and dymk is still going to be updated) (also im planning a series so i want to focus on that)
0. the intro
One would think that after knowing each other for literal years, the prospect of romantic attraction has been long forgotten, or more likely, never even taken into consideration, in the end, you were as close as family.
Jaehee liked to think you were the exception, the black sheep of different sex friendship, that the whole thing of men and women can't be friends was just a myth, a lie. A mere conspiracy of society.
How wrong he was.
1.
The first time Jaehee thought about kissing you was when you sent him a photo before going out. It was similar to the ones you usually sent him, your phone in hand and showing him whatever clothes you had one, your daily outfit consisting on mostly jeans and t-shirts. He knows the mirror, the one he helped you set up on the closet door, and he knows that if he tries hard enough, he can see the younger version of you two in the photo you have propped up on your desk.
That's not what caught him off guard, thought. Its the way you look, he always knew you were beautiful, even back to when you still hadn't outgrown the lanky phase, or the time you cut your own bangs. You always were the prettiest girl in his eyes.
Yet, he barely ever sees you like this, he himself barely ever goes out like that, and even then he usually prefers bar hopping. He doesn't remember the last time he even stepped inside a club. Yet, he had seen you a fair amount of times dressed similar to this, but he never has seen you like this. He feels ashamed of the thought that plagued his mind. you were best friends for god sakes. One wasn't supposed to think about how nice it would be to have their allegedly platonic relationships pressed against theirs, day dreaming about how their lips must feel against his, on how you would feel, how would you sound, how would you taste.
He blames all of this on the stark contrast to your usual sweatpants and jeans outfit. And the way you talked about his friends, something that always had irked him in some way, even if he brushed those feelings off under the guise of protectiveness.
It gets even worse once you text him about just how bad you wanted him to go out with you, his mind flashing with the idea of being there, dancing with you, how your manicured hands would feel against his arms while you guide him through the crowd, taking the lead like you had done many times before. His mind flashes back to all the other times he had gone out with you, the way you danced under the lights, the way you looked under the lights. That's all that occupies his mind as he tries to study whatever the book in front of him says, but after all, he can't get the idea of kissing you out of his head.
2.
The second time he ever thought about it was when he picked you up from Vicki's dorm. Even if he would never voice these thoughts, the idea of having to pick you up from a boy's house had scared the life out of him. The sigh of relief he had let out when his fear had been placated had even awoken Yushi, his roommate, who promptly tossed a pillow at him before turning to keep sleeping.
He sped walked all the way to the dorm, arriving in record time for the slow pace he usually had when walking alongside you, a thing that you constantly complained about, pulling him along by his arm in a hurry.
He would never dared to tell anyone about this thoughts, planning on taking them to the grave. The idea of it being a hook up had annoyed him way more than he wanted to think, even less admit. Not that he would think less of you if you had decided to indulge in a night of passion with a stranger, but the concept of you going home with a stranger, someone that wasn't him, drove him insane. Even if, once again, he wouldn't even dream of letting you know.
All of his cussing towards this imaginary male he had conjured in his mind comes to a halt once you appear from the dorm building where you had resided, waiting for your prince charming to come rescue you.
You pop out of the elevator, dressed in what he knows is the same outfit as last night, with one thing added. He could recognize that jacket everywhere, the one everyone could recognize him by.
The one you were wearing was the older version of the one in his dorm, the most worn out one, the one that had been left at your dorm room at some point during freshman year, under the pretext that he spent so much time there it made sense to have at least a coat. And something of knowing that, last night, before heading out for pregame, after you remembered to send him a photo and ask him once again if he didn't want to join you, you still went and grabbed his jacket, the one everyone knew him by, made that thought of how your lips would feel against his own worm its way back into his brain.
3.
If there is a thing he disliked about college life was having different majors with you, not sharing even one class, in your very occupied days, you wouldn't cross paths not even once if you didn't put intent to it. That being said, he actually enjoyed this way more than he would have thought. it made seeing you an actual effort, something he could look forward and that had some sort of intent behind, even if it was just to take a nap in your bed.
What he didn't appreciate, though, was exam season. Even if you went to the same uni, they never seemed to lineup, the weekends where he was swarmed with studying for a quiz and working on projects, you could go out and about with your life. And the weeks where he does little more than keep up with class, you are pulling all nighters and occupying the library tables like it was your job.
Today, was one of those days.
It had completely slipped his mind that you were in the middle of midterms, that's why he offered to go get brunch after his very hated 8 am class. Plans changed when you told him you were cramming for an exam. He knew you well enough to know that meant you probably were running in three hours of sleep and hadn't had a real meal in the last few days, if you had eaten at all.
So, plans changed, brunch morphed into becoming your personal delivery man, making a brief detour to that bakery you liked, picking up your usual coffee order and some of those pastries you liked, the ones you called half moons.
Finding you in the library was easy, no one in their right mind would have been there so early in the day, the peak hours being usually after afternoon classes, around 5 pm.
He sees you, dozing off on top of your notes, probably making the best use of your designated study break. He cant help to think you look angelic, even if you are drooling on top of your paper.
He leaves the care package on the table, stealing a post it to leave a note on whose the pastries are from, since you seemed to always be way too into the stranger danger awareness.
He presses a quick kiss to your head, before leaving as silent as he came. His mind drifting to how pretty you looked, your peaceful face allowing him to think, once again, on how good it must feel to get to kiss you awake.
4.
The lines of your relationship had begun to blur. Or maybe they never where that defined anyway. Ever since you became friends, the dating allegations had been imminent. Probably because when you are fifteen, friendship between boys and girls are more difficult to maintain platonic, hormones and all. He liked to think you where the exception.
Uni made things different, though. For the first time since you knew each other, you were both alone. Not in the literal sense, you both had your respective and shared friend groups, and had chosen a campus close enough to be able visit family ever other weekend. But for the first time since you knew each other, there was no rule of open doors, no father eyeing him threateningly if he sat too close to you on the couch, no mother wiggling her eyebrows every time he told him you were coming over.
So things changed, from then on, the previous established rules shifted. Sure, in the beginning you still left the door open, movie nights where in the communal couches, but after some time, you realized there was no need to maintain those manners. There was no superior force to tell you to upkeep those rules. So, movie nights where moved to the dorm, usually with both of you sharing a bed, and the door stayed locked, a new sense of intimacy had dawned upon your friendship, and not one of you was complaining. And new traditions had raised, like ice cream runs in the middle of the night, abusing the student discount at the local cinema, and the thing that got you confused as a couple the most, napping together.
It had started after a series of family crisis, when you couldn't sleep for more than half an hour before waking up. It was ruining your life, so after borderline overdosing of melatonin gummies and asmr videos, you had resorted to the worse ally one could have, google. It recommended a diverse set of things: exercising, no screen time two hours before bed, magnesium, hell even praying. You did it all, tried every thing in that list thrice before you were desperate enough to consider the last one. Sleeping with someone.
So, very awkwardly, you brought up the idea to him, rambling about how if you couldn't sleep more than two hours this week you would go insane, and thankfully, he agreed. It was as awkward as it could be, but you powered through, laying in silence, not daring to even move afraid of barely touching the other, it all seemed worthy once your eyes closed, your breathing quieted down and suddenly, you were sleeping. You don't know how long you slept for, but enough for you to barely even remember your name when you woke up, throat dry as you peel yourself off of him, since at some point it seemed like the awkwardness had left your minds, unconsciously cuddling through the night, only realizing once you had awoken that you had slept basically in his chest, his arm pressing you against him.
Neither of you acknowledge the sudden bravery of your touches, and soon enough, it had become a new costume. Your sleeping pattern had gone back to normal at some point, but you refused to give up the quality of sleep you had when you shared a bed.
That was his predicament now, once again, he was in your bed, waiting you to join him. He had had another test today, and was ready to knock out for the rest of the week, if he could. You, on the other hand, were cramming concepts for a test you had the following week, something that wasn't close enough for him to justify not having you by his side right then and there, his eyes barely staying open from tiredness.
He sees you laugh at his messages, lips curling upwards as you see the photo he sent you, begging for you to join him. And as you climb into the bed, laying your head on his chest as if that was your place in the world, he thinks that if he longed to kiss you awake, the need to kiss you goodnight was way stronger.
5.
The last time he thinks of kissing his best friend, reminds him of the first, since you are not physically there, and it happens over text.
When he opens your chat and finds, once again, threats of cannibalism, he thinks you are talking about his friends. You usually joked about how hot they were and begged him for a chance with them, he didn't quite get why you needed him as the middle man, since you could easily swipe on one of their stories and shoot your shot. So he liked to think you were joking, mostly. That you weren't really into them, and that your interest was just to get under his skin.
What he didn't expect was for you to be talking about him. Even less the photo you sent, one you had taken of him in the elevator, which he assumed you had taken to sent to your family. He was even more surprised by the caption you had added.
"He looks so boyfie :(".
His world stopped. Clearly you hadn't meant to send him these texts. You were talking with someone else, and, most importantly, you were talking with someone else about how he looked like boyfriend material. Him. Your best friend. The one that had burnt most of his brain cells trying to rationalize that he didn't like you, that he didn't want to know what you tasted like, the only missing piece of the puzzle since he seemed to know every other little thing about you. That he liked to pretend that he wasn't madly in love with you. That best friend. That Kim Daeyoung. That Jaehee.
His phone pings again. A flood of messages you had sent about how he saw nothing, that it wasn't like that and that they were for one of your girlfriends. He can't even find it in himself to tease you, not when his cheeks burns and his heart races at the prospect that maybe, just maybe, you like him back. And now he cant get the idea of kissing you out of his mind.
1. (again)
Once again, movie night. This time in your dorm, and Jaehee feels like he's fifteen once again. He remembers the nerves he had the first time he went to your house, you were both freshmen, and he was utterly a wreck, having never been at a girls house at an age where he could be considered a romantic partner, which wasn't the case. Well, now was the case. Neither of you had delved into the wrongly sent texts once your panic passed, deciding that acting as if nothing happened was the ideal solution. That you did, and now things where weird. Not a bad weird, just like the moments of peace before the storm, when you don't know if in the end it will be a natural disaster or just a rainbow.
Once again in your dorm, once again in your bed. He can't even remember what you are supposed to be watching, his gaze barely having left your profile in the hour that has passed, not even bothering to move towards the screen.
You press pause.
"You are not paying attention" you say, accusingly.
"Yeah I am! it's a great movie" he says, ushering you to press play once again.
"Which movie is it" you ask, finding his urgency way more intriguing than it should be.
He looks at the screen, for what probably is the first time of the night. Robert Pattinson is there. Great. He knew some of his movies. You had been really into vampires last month. You were a teenage girl in the 2010's. He got this.
"Twilight?" he asks, praying to the gods that all of those ours hearing you rant about being team Jacob or Edward served a purpose.
The cackle you let out confirms his fears, he had missed, and, judging by your reaction, astronomically at that.
"It's Mickey 17" you say, still laughing at his deer in the headlights look.
"Yeah I knew that" he says, trying to act nonchalant as he feels the heat rise to his face, his cheeks burning.
"Oh I'm sure" you tease, laying back against the wall, only this time you are looking at him. A silence falls upon you, making itself even more noticeable once he makes eye contact with you.
"Penny for your thoughts?" you ask, when the boy beside you had made no more effort in conversation, burning holes through the screen wit how hard he was staring at it, lost in thoughts.
"I don't know" He mutters.
"You don't know?"
"I don't know if you want to know" he explains, albeit confusing, his own internal debate. This is it, he guessed. He either would ruin your relationship forever of you felt the same.
Logic implied that you were also interested in him. You were friends, and you also had sent him texts saying you wanted to eat him and that he looked so boyfriend, if he needed more concrete proof.
"I want to know. That's why I asked." you say, your hand finding his, tracing his fingers with yours, a small gesture that brought some type of comfort to the boy. The way you ever so delicate traced it, as if studying the skin, the scars, the small lines that interpolated them, a certain type of adoration that made his heart feel fuzzy and his mind not being able to find a coherent thought.
"You don't want to know" he reiterates, the balance in the relationship fragile enough that this ever so simple confession might do irreparable damage. And while he would love to be able to voice out his thoughts, the idea of kissing you scared him beyond recognition.
"I do." you say more sternly, gently pinching the skin on his index finger as to make your point even more clear.
"Iwanttokissyou" he confesses, wishing the earth would swallow him, freeing him from his suffering (i.e: shame).
"What?" He cant decode if your reaction is out of disappointment, anger, surprise or if you just couldn't get what he had just hurriedly confessed.
"I want to kiss you. Like really bad" he says, this time with more confidence. The secret was out, and there was no way things would go back to the way they were before. Even less once he feels your hand in his cheek, pulling him closer as you press a sweet peck to his lips.
"Like that?" you ask.
He nods, still dazed from the slight contact. You can see the gears turning in his head, as if he was trying to memorize ever second, every particle that has touched him.
"Or like this?" you tease, this time deepening the kiss, letting him taste your lips, his tongue darting across your lower, as if asking for entrance, which you grant him. The heat rises and suddenly he is pretty much trapping you between the wall, chasing for more. The movie which he still can't remember the name of long forgotten.
"Like that one. Definitely that one." is the only thing he can bring himself to say when the lack of air brings you apart, earning himself a giggle from you.
2. the aftermath. (or the second time he kisses you)
What does it mean to kiss your best friend?
Philosophers had pondered about it for years, but no concrete conclusion had been made about it. That's all to say, Jaehee had asked his friends. And they all had different opinions.
Yushi had said finally. before promptly deciding that was all the contribution from him this conversation needed, choosing that dissociating in the backseat was way more interesting.
Riku, the ever so helpful guy that he was, had told him it probably meant nothing, and, in his words "Friends kiss all the time, look at me and my bestie." which, didn't particularly ease Jaehee's nerves about ruining things with you, since they were stuck in what could be described as a situationship from hell.
Sion, once again proving how with age comes wisdom, gave the best advice. To just talk with you, he said. You both knew each other and trusted probably even their lives on one another, why would you be afraid of telling them you liked them, hell, even love them? If they really were so great, they would understand.
That seals the deal for him, deciding to confront you tomorrow morning, since he needed time to get mentally prepared to face you.
Tomorrow doesn't seem far enough, he thinks once the clock hits one a.m., it was mere hours before he would send the text, telling you you needed to talk. You probably would know something wasn't right, and would worry even if he told you not to. You always did.
You always did, that it seems like you can even read his mind, he thinks, as a message from you appears, asking to talk.
The walk to your dorm has never been so short and so long at the same time. He still was scared of the consequences, even if you had showed your interest in him through chat, in a rather vulgar manner, not that hes complaining.
He knocks the door and barely a minute passes before you already opened it, pulling him inside. He can barely think straight once he's standing at your dorm entrance. The same one he had been hundreds of times before. But this time it was different. You weren't just his best friend anymore. You were the girl that kissed him, the girl he liked, all that, while still being the same girl who steals his sweatshirts. Who he has known since forever, who grew up with him. And it's a weird feeling. But it's not a bad one. Just different.
Its different when he walks up to you. Its different when his hands grab your face. Its different when he presses his lips to yours and finally says those words that have been haunting him.
"I like you"
And when he feels you smile against his lips, sighing in relief, he shares that sentiment with you, because, maybe, just maybe, falling in the category of failed friendships in the male/female spectrum wasn't bad. Not if it meant having you all to himself.
