mark cant stop yapping about spiderman and you cant stop kissing him. (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)
“You don’t understand,” he says, wide-eyed, voice already three octaves too loud, “if Peter and Miles actually team up again and then 2099 shows up, that’s like—bro, that’s like—”
You hum softly against his lips, and he still doesn’t get the hint.
“—three different timelines! And—mmph—okay, wait—wait—babe,” he mumbles as you kiss him again, “I’m trying to explain the multiverse and you’re distracting me—babe—”
You kiss him harder.
Mark Lee, your sweet, nerdy, infuriatingly kissable boyfriend, is sitting on the couch in his Spider-Man hoodie (the Miles Morales one, obviously), gesturing with one hand and completely unaware of the way you’ve climbed into his lap like a lovesick koala.
His other hand? Firm on your waist, like it always finds its home there. His thumb’s rubbing lazy circles, up, down, up, down—like he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it. Absent-minded. Natural.
And his lips—god, his lips—so soft, so pouty, so Mark.
“But if you think about it, like, Gwen and Miles—babe, I’m serious—they represent two different—mmhm—oh my god, you’re literally ignoring me right now,” he grins, nose scrunching as you pepper kisses along his jaw.
“I’m not ignoring you,” you murmur against his skin. “I’m just… appreciating you.”
“With your mouth?”
“Mhm.”
His laugh is all breath and heat, slightly shaky now, finally trailing off from his spider-rant. “You’re insane.”
“You’re talking about spider variants while I’m kissing you.”
“I was talking about variants,” he pouts, letting his head fall back against the couch, looking at you through thick lashes. “Now my brain’s melting. I had points to make.”
You kiss his pout. Then his cheek. Then his neck.
“Baby,” he groans, squirming just a little, “I had a whole theory—”
You slide your fingers under the edge of his hoodie, grip the fabric, kiss him again and again and again.
Now he’s not talking at all.
Just breathing in soft little stutters, kissing you back with those loser-lovey eyes like you put the stars in the damn sky.
“Your lips are so distracting,” you murmur against his mouth.
“You’re the distracting one,” he huffs, arms wrapping fully around you now, pulling you close, surrendering with one last grumble: “Spider-Man can wait…”
(He still tries to finish his theory ten minutes later—with you half-asleep in his lap, lips kiss-bruised and smiling.) finally some couple stuff !! *clap* *clap*
mark jerks off to his best friend’s voice during a late-night call.
❛ content 1.7k words, 18+ [ MDNI! ], explicit sexual content, male reader, best friend! mark, phone sex (mark’s side), voice kink, masturbation, reader is oblivious at first.
━━━ ( part two )
mark’s hand was already slick.
it was shameful — he knew that — but by now, the thrill of shame was a part of the arousal.
mark sat hunched in bed, legs spread wide, phone pressed to one ear, breath shallow and uneven. the room was dim. just the soft blue glow of his laptop screen lighting his face, chest rising and falling like he’d just run a mile, bare thighs tense and trembling.
the call had barely even rung when you picked up, voice soft and just a little rough like you’d been napping.
“hey,” you said. “what’s up?”
mark’s stomach turned over. the second he heard your voice, his grip tightened, his rhythm stumbling on instinct. he sucked in a breath through his teeth.
“yo,” he rasped. his voice cracked. “you, uh… you busy?”
“nah. im just watching dumb videos. you okay? you sound weird.”
weird. yeah. that was one word for it.
he leaned forward a little, curling into himself, phone tucked between his cheek and shoulder while his other hand kept working over his cock. he was flushed to the neck, chest mottled with heat, pulse visible in his throat.
every time he heard your voice through the speaker, it was like a jolt right to his cock — he could feel the way your mouth moved, imagine how your lips would wrap around syllables if he were just a bit closer.
he bit his bottom lip, hard.
“i’m fine,” he said quickly, too quickly, then swallowed. “just… wanted to talk to you.”
he was already so close and that was humiliating in its own right.
your voice was casual, kind. “oh, yeah? what about?”
mark gritted his teeth, hips twitching upward into his palm. “i… i dunno. just missed your voice.”
a pause. you laughed softly.
“that’s weird. you literally saw me earlier today.”
“i know.”
mark closed his eyes, pressing the heel of his palm against the base of his cock to try and slow himself down. it didn’t help. he was throbbing. leaking. his stomach muscles clenched tight every time you said anything.
“but… i like hearing you.”
you went quiet for a beat. “you sure you’re okay? you sound kinda…”
“i’m fine,” mark said again, but his voice broke in the middle of it, strained and raspy, like he was talking through gritted teeth.
he had to pull the phone back a little as a soft, stuttered moan slipped out of him.
shit.
his hand kept moving — too fast now, driven by pure instinct. he tried to breathe slow, tried to pretend he wasn’t literally jerking off with your voice in his ear, but you weren’t helping.
you chuckled again. “you sound like you’re sweating or something. hot in your room?”
“y-yeah,” mark gasped, closing his fist tighter. “hot. so, so hot.”
his knuckles were turning white around the phone. he pressed it harder to his ear, needing to hear every note of your voice. his eyes fluttered shut, head falling back against the wall behind his bed. sweat was already gathering under his arms, on his lower back, on the backs of his thighs. jus toes curled into the sheets, ankles twitching with every slick stroke of his hand.
you kept talking. talking like everything was normal. like your best friend wasn’t secretly jerking off to your voice and biting his fist to keep from moaning into the receiver.
“you been staying up late again?” you asked. “you really sound tired.”
mark choked on a sound that wasn’t a laugh, wasn’t a sob, wasn’t quite a moan.
“mmh—yeah. c-can’t sleep…”
“you should take melatonin or something. or stop watching porn at 3am.”
if only you knew.
mark was panting now, trying to keep it quiet, but every breath was a tremor. his thighs shook with tension, every muscle in his body drawn tight like a bowstring. he sped up again without meaning to, his body begging for release. it wasn’t just the friction. it was you — your voice, your laugh, the way you sounded like you were half-asleep and smiling through every word.
and fuck, he wanted you to hear. even if it ruined everything.
“hey,” you said again, more curious now. “you really okay? you sound like you’re—”
“i’m f—fuck,” mark hissed through his teeth, a broken sound slipping out before he could stop it.
his back arched. he turned his face into the pillow beside him and bit down, hard. his whole body jerked with need.
“s-sorry, sorry—”
you blinked on the other end. “mark… are you… are you sick or something?”
“n-no,” mark whimpered, voice cracking again.
his chest was heaving, cock twitching wildly in his hand now. the wet slick noises of it were starting to get louder — he was so close it hurt.
“just… ngh—just don’t stop talking. please.”
you paused, clearly confused.
“mark, you sure you’re okay? your voice sounds—like you’re in pain or something. you’re not crying, right?”
he almost was.
“no—n-not crying. j-just…”
his fingers slipped, the slick glide of his palm stuttering for a second. he couldn’t do this much longer. every syllable you said was like fuel thrown on the fire. his entire body was one big live wire, and all it would take was one more second of your voice, soft and unknowing in his ear, and he’d—
“oh fuck—fuckfuck—ah—” he gasped suddenly, louder than he meant to.
he couldn’t stop it. his hips jerked up off the bed, his legs kicked once, hard, heel catching on the sheet.
“shit—”
“mark?”
bit it was too late.
he came with a guttural noise halfway between a gasp and a whimper, hand still pumping as thick heat spilled across his abs, wrist, stomach. his thighs were trembling, whole body shaking, the pleasure rolling over him in uncontrollable, stuttering waves. he clenched the phone so tight it creaked in his palm.
your voice cut through the haze.
“…wait. are you—holy shit. were you jerking off?”
mark froze. his face was bright red, chest heaving, jaw slack as the last pulses of pleasure shook through him.
he didn’t answer. he couldn’t.
the silence stretched — the only thing in his room now was the sound of him breathing. hard and shallow. still a little shaky, his hand still cupped over the base of his cock, half-hard and twitching against his sticky palm.
the mess was cooling on his stomach, and he was pretty sure his heart had stopped beating somewhere between orgasm and panic.
“…mark?”
you sounded different now. not angry. not teasing. just… surprised. confused. and a little quieter. your voice had dropped half a note, softer in a way that made his throat close. mark swallowed.
his voice cracked when he finally said it :
“y-yeah.”
one word. barely more than a whisper.
he shifted in bed, feeling how damp the sheets were under his thighs, how raw his skin felt, sensitive to the air now. still holding the phone, mark let out a low, shaky breath and forced himself to speak again.
“i was. i… i was jerking off.”
silence.
god, he wanted to disappear. the shame was burning. he shut his eyes and dragged a hand down his face, fingers shaking slightly. his cock gave a small, involuntary twitch in his hand even now. he should’ve hung up. should’ve made up some lie. should’ve said anything else.
instead, he added : “i couldn’t stop thinking about your voice. it—fuck, it made it worse. better. i don’t know. i just—needed it.”
there was a pause on the other end. but this one felt different.
“…damn,” you finally said.
the word came out low, cautious.
mark’s breath caught. he squeezed his eyes shut.
“you’re mad,” he mumbled, voice hoarse. “i get it, i’m—fucked up, i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have called—”
“no,” you cut in fast. “no, i’m not mad.”
mark blinked. “you’re… not?”
“i mean…” you hesitated. “that’s kinda… hot.”
mark sat up straighter, heart kicking into a full sprint again. “what?”
your voice was a little different now. lower. a little breathy. “you really called me… while you were doing that?”
mark nodded before realizing you couldn’t see it.
“y-yeah.”
he was still hard. somehow. his body didn’t know how to stop with you still on the phone, your voice suddenly filled with something heavier. curiosity? tension? hunger? whatever it was, it sparked like a live wire right in his chest.
“you… wanted to hear me that bad?” you asked.
and mark could picture the look on your face now — confused, pink-cheeked, maybe biting your lip the way you always did when you were trying to process something fast.
“i did,” mark whispered. “i wanted to imagine you in my ear. i already was. but when i actually heard you… i couldn’t stop. you sounded so warm. like—like you were laying next to me.”
“shit,” you mutter, your breath hitched now. “that’s…”
mark gripped the phone tighter. “what?”
“kind of really hot,” you admitted. “like, weirdly hot.”
something inside mark broke open at that.
his hand reflexively slid down over his cock again — not stroking yet, but holding it, grounding himself in sensation, in your voice and the feeling of still being on the edge, desperate for more. his stomach clenched, hips shifting under the blankets.
“are you…” he tried. “turned on right now?”
a soft exhale from you bedore you anwser.
“yeah.”
the sound mark made wasn’t even a word. just a needy gasp, like he’d been underwater and your answer let him breathe again. he rolled his hips forward a little into his palm, dragging his fingers lightly over the head of his cock. still sensitive. almost unbearable.
“can i come over?” you asked.
mark’s breath hitched. the thought was overwhelming, making his cock twitch even more.
“yes,” he said immediately, too fast, too eager. his voice cracked on it, raw and wet with want. “yes, please—fuck, i want you to.”
there was a pause — not hesitation, but heat. you were quiet for a second, and he could hear you shifting on the other end, probably sitting up now, heart racing like his.
SYNOPSIS: Moving back home after unforeseen circumstances is hard enough as a 23 year old. But when you run into your childhood friend who you cut off all contact with now playing shows with his band that have apparently gained quite the reputation, you're forced to reevaluate the life that you left behind. And all of the doors you left wide open.
WORD COUNT: 28k (oops)
WARNINGS: humor, fluff, angst (kinda a lot of it), smut (MDNI), dry humping, thigh fucking, fingering, nipple play, light sub/dom play, vaginal sex (unprotected but pls wrap it when you tap it), characters might be a bit frustrating at some points, y/n deals with a lot of self hatred
NOTES: this is one of my proudest works while simultaneously being the longest! | was hoping to release earlier but I was severely sick two days ago while finishing it up, I hope you don't mind the delay!
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Part One: Late November
All I Think About Now
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“I don’t know what I’d do without you in my life,” He breathed out, his gaze sincere and intimate. It were as if you two were the only beings left in the world, he’d always had the ability to create such an environment for just the two of you. You reached forward—
“Long time no see, Y/N.” You heard the familiar voice from behind you, pulling you from your very heavy mind. You’d felt uneasy since the second the plane landed, your memories flooding back to you with zero remorse.
You turned to face her, the luggage in your hands weighing them down enough that you only gave a polite bow. You’d hoped that you came off nice enough and not like you were awkwardly avoiding any physical contact after not having spoken to your friend for so long. Even if thats exactly why you hadn’t met her eyes for longer than three seconds at a time.
She sucked her teeth playfully, “Is that any way to greet your friend?”
You couldn’t help but smile, her tone all so familiar and comforting. “Hi Giselle—“
”Aeri,” she cut you off pulling you in for a tight hug. “My closest friends call me Aeri.”
You let out a sigh of relief, allowing yourself to hug her back even after you’d promised yourself you wouldn’t cause anymore trouble than you already had before booking the first flight out. “Aeri, i’m sorry to call you so abruptly.”
She shakes her head that you’d only now noticed was pink as she pulled away from the hug, “Don’t say sorry you idiot. I’m glad you called even though I was like ninety percent sure it was a prank call when you asked for a ride from Seoul Airport.”
Your cheeks reddened, to be fair you weren’t exactly the type to pull off spontaneous trips. It was just as uncharacteristic to her as it was to you, though you weren’t really the type to prank call either.
”This way,” she slid one of the carriers out of your grip, dragging it as she made her way through the terminal.
The drive was silent apart from the sound of the air flowing out of the air conditioning and the occasional sorry Aeri offered when she turned a little too close to the edge, driving over the curb. You hadn’t anticipated the easiest reunion after the years that had gone by, but as the seconds went by you only felt more awkwardly trapped within the Toyota.
You’d been overthinking over what to say for the past ten minutes your mouth agape with hesitation until you finally built up the courage. “You dyed your hair.”
Aeri giggled, flicking the blinker as she made yet another sharp turn. “Yeah like two years ago.”
Your heart sank, thats right you had seen it on her instagram story last Halloween right before closing the app at the sight of—no that didnt matter. It shouldn’t at least.
“I’m sorry,” you stuttered, only making her giggle more.
”You’re so awkward now,” she spoke through the laughs.”What did they do to you in France.”
You pouted, the place you’d been at more than twenty four hours ago had been alright to say the least besides the rude pedestrians and pitpockets. “What do you mean you’re the one who’s been acting so normal! Pretending like nothing’s changed when I haven’t seen you for five years.” You crossed your arms, burning holes through the side of her face.
She hummed playfully, “And who’s fault is that?” The words stung which was certainly not her intention yet caused you to fall silent. She wasn’t wrong, if anyone were to blame it was definitely you.
“Hey,” She called out, her voice regretful. “I’m just kidding you know, seriously there’s no reason to be so awkward.” She spared you a quick glance with an apologetic smile, “You’re overthinking it, i’m not mad you made it out of this shit town. Hell, I would’ve done the same.
“So why didn’t you?” You ask, curious. Aeri had always wanted to travel, it’d been her dream since diapers.
She shakes her head, “You talk like we don’t have the rest of the world ahead of us.”
You bit your tongue, maybe for her it was that way, for you the future had different plans. You nod, the rest of the conversation falling into another silence. “I’m acting normal because everything is normal. Don’t think of this as time lost think of it as time catching up.”
Before you can get a word out she continues,”And I wasn’t like trying to make things awkward. Just thought silence fit the whole angsty quarter life crisis vibe you’re going through right now,” She jokes.
”I’m not the one who turned twenty five this year.” You deadpan causing her to gasp.
“Oh wow you’re not that far off I hope you know that.” She replies, the two of you laughing together. You both had a way of poking at each other, of course knowing when to stop, but in most cases it wasn’t ever necessary. It was the way the two of you showed love.
“I’m guessing i’m the only one you’ve told?”
Aeri was always very attentive so you were sure she’d have figured it out before the week ended, you’d only wished she could’ve at least realized after you’d had showered and changed into clothes that weren’t full of sweat.
“Yeah.” You felt your heart racing in fear of her mentioning his name.
“Wow I still have best friend privileges then?” She jokes, helping ease your stress a little more.
“You never lost them.”
“Right, well that must mean something then.” She smiles, before adding. “It’s the same for me, even now you’re still my best friend. I tell everyone, even told my friend Renjun before heading this way.”
You smiled, she had answered the phone quicker than you expected and before the phone call ended had already stated she was on the way. You were grateful even if in that back of your mind you had already known that she wouldn’t have just left you alone. It was even stupid for you to think that things had changed in the first place, Aeri wasn’t going to drive an hour away into Seoul for just anyone on a Friday.
“Renjun is?” You ask, curious about what she had been up to before she had picked you up.
“Oh he’s a cool guy I met doing some volunteer work for the Children’s Art program. He was a bit annoyed about me leaving right as we were getting ready for tonight but he shut up when I told him it’s cause I was coming to get you.”
“He knows me?” The thought scares you. Other people you’ve never met perceiving you was not really something any introvert would want.
“Yeah well me and Ning talk about you a lot.”
Ningning. You’d more recently seen her in person about a year ago. Her family had some business to take care of in France so you had the chance to have brunch with her before she was on her way out of the country.
“I hope I get to meet him.”
Her eyes light up, the next turn sharp enough to make your body slide over from one side of the seat to the next. “You can tonight! We were going to go over to some bar later on and getting drinks.”
“Aeri I have nothing to wear.”
“You can borrow some of my clothes!”
You groan in frustration, she was still the stubborn type. “I’m not really in the mood to socialize right now.” That wasn’t exactly the full truth but you’d rather get ran over than admit the real reason.
“I think it’ll do you good.” The rose haired girl replies, eyeing you through her peripherals. “I’m like one hundred percent sure that your grandma has zero idea that you’re even here right?”
Your silence tells her enough to know that she’s correct in that assumption. “It’ll be fun! You can wipe that kicked puppy look off of your face and get to socializing! Ning will be there too! It’ll be like you never left.”
You sigh. It wasn’t that you were avoiding contact with anyone from your past it’s just that you were avoiding seeing him.
Truth be told you really didn’t even know what made you come back here in the first place. Things were even more messy than they were in France right now, and that was a lot to say considering that you hadn’t replied to a single missed call from your mother.
You’d get around to it eventually. For now you just needed an escape. If your grandma knew she would tell you to not argue with your mom and go back home. But you didn’t want whatever kind of home that was supposed to be you wanted–
“Fine.” You spoke before you could even finish your thought. “I’ll go.”
Aeri squealed in excitement, pulling her phone out as soon as the two of you reached a red light to call and let everyone know that she had a very important person she was bringing over.
You hoped tonight could be a night of silence. You’d been thinking way too much about everything the past few days, it was important that you cleared your mind before your thoughts fried it. You weren’t sure how much time you had left before you had to come to terms with reality. France was where you were supposed to be no matter how differently you wish it were.
You were here for clarity, not for your own personal gain despite the urge to reach out because what you wanted wasn’t going to happen. Not after things ended so horribly.
You at least owed him that.
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“You okay man? You’ve been playing that same chord progression for the past thirty minutes.”
“Leave him alone he’s just pissy because his last hookup tried the groupie route.”
That wasn’t exactly true. Naeun seemed like a pretty sweet girl but she had a score she was hoping to reach and Jisung wasn’t interested in fucking a girl who planned on hopping on his bandmates afterwards.
“I told you man,” He feels the weight of his friend's arm on his shoulder, sighing in annoyance at the familiar action. “You should be more like Jeno, tell them you’re only hitting it once and then you’re done.”
“That’s not at all what I say.”
Jisung could hear the scattered laughs from around him, breaking the cocoon of peace he’d been in while strumming to his own tune on the bass.
Most of the band’s rehearsals began this way. He’d be in his own funk until the rest of them snapped him out of it, usually by poking at him until he finally gave them attention, and then they’d all practice. Only now, instead of ten minutes of being in his own world he’d somewhere along the way picked up the habit of playing for over twenty minutes, now thirty, all by himself.
It wasn’t that it affected the group’s intense practice schedules, actually he’d argue that Donghyuck’s habit of bringing his latest hookup for an exclusive behind the scenes tour was much more disruptive. It was, however, becoming increasingly irritating to himself. He couldn’t shake off the feeling that something bad was going to happen.
Jisung was no psychic but he at least had some kind of intuition. It came with having a Scorpio Moon, or whatever Jaemin had told him when he was hanging out with the tarot card girl.
“Are you good?” Mark asked, his words full of concern yet low enough that only Jisung could hear him as the others continued to mess around paying them two no more attention.
Mark had pretty easily taken on the leader role when this whole band came about, being the eldest of the group and also the voice of reason. The lead guitarist was known for his friendly demeanor and knowing just about everyone, which made it easier for him to book gigs all over the place.
That’s also how the two met, Jisung having covered for the older’s friend’s band, Frequency, when their bassist caught food poisoning three days before they had to do a grand show two cities over.
If it weren’t for meeting Mark then it would’ve been safe to bet that Jisung would’ve given up on his dream of playing in a band. He was eternally grateful even now, which is why he’d grown more frustrated at himself. It was unfair to space out all the time, but it was even more unfair that he couldn’t get his own head straight all the time. He had to get his head straight, he couldn’t run Oblivion into the ground.
His breath was shaky. “I’m fine.” He answered, much less tranquil than he’d hoped for but it got the point across. Mark gave a tight smile, choosing to accept the pretense, before clapping loud enough to disrupt the other’s shenanigans.
The guys turned their attention to Mark, who had made his way over to where his guitar stood. “Come on guys, it’s time we take things a little more seriously.”
“It’s nothing we haven’t played before,” Donghyuck started, his confidence high and sprung as always. “We have practiced these songs more times than i’ve seen my mother.”
“Doesn’t mean we’ve mastered anything,” Mark replies swiftly. “This is the most packed schedule we have these next couple of months. We have a couple of venues sold out, that festival downtown in a few weeks, not to mention the fact that we’ve been needing new music since forever.”
“Songwriting isn’t exactly my forte,” Jeno retorted, taking a seat and adjusting the cymbals on his drums.
“Doesn’t matter, practicing beats sitting around and doing nothing.”
“Doesn’t Jeno do that anyway?” Jaemin teases, picking up his guitar and sliding the strap over his shoulder.
The drummer responds with his signature smile and his middle finger raised.
“Let’s make things easy for Markie,” Donghyuck grabbed his mic from off of the stand. “Start with Déjà Vu?”
Jisung starts with the bass line, the familiar weight of the tune soothing his head as the others join in. It was easy to get lost in their music, rock was always his safe space.
The music built up, Donghyuck’s vocals filling the space around them. They’d rehearsed the song so many times it came to them all like muscle memory at this point, the five of them having some of the best musical chemistry ever.
The bridge was coming up when Jisung’s mind blanked. His fingers faltered over the strings, not enough to make the others stop playing but enough to garner questioning glances. He came in once again right before the ending chorus, all of them playing as if he hadn’t just ruined the entire practice performance.
He tried to stay focused on the music but as the song neared its end it only broke the illusion Jisung had put himself under. There was really no way he could keep up with the rest of the guys if he kept on letting his mind wander.
“Jisung buddy, you okay man?” This time Jaemin was the one to ask. Great that meant his internal struggles were already becoming more obvious.
“Yeah, sorry, guess you’re right about a few things.”
“I told you Ji,” Donghyuck says far too loudly as he speaks directly into the mic. “If you need something I know plenty of women ready to be at your beckoning call.”
“Once again,” Jisung sighs, running his hand through his hair. “I’m not interested.” Donghyuck shrugs.
“It’s not a problem this is just a practice anyway,” Mark says as leaderish as ever, “Let’s take it from the top.”
Jisung knew Mark was probably a bit more stressed than he let on, this whole gimmick had been happening way more often to call it a stroke of misfortune. He wouldn’t ever let the man see that though, he already knew just how hard Jisung was on himself. Could you really blame him, though? Now was not the time for mistakes, the band themselves were booked and busy for the next few weeks. If he kept tuning out and fucking up simple songs that he could play in his sleep, he’d be responsible for the reputation of the band.
He bit his bottom lip, closing his eyes to clear his mind before starting up the same bass line as before. He’d have to hurry up and fix whatever limbo he was stuck in. And hurry up fast.
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Dinner went about as great as you’d expected. Lots of awkward moments up until the drinks started pouring in, and only then after almost zero persuasion you took the drinks and joined the rest of them in the fun drinking games you hadn’t played since you were all sneaking sips of your mothers expensive wine. It wasn’t alcoholic in the slightest, but that hadn’t stopped your young minds from acting drunk anyway.
It had been almost a week since then. And you were no monster so you had already come clean about your whereabouts to your grandma who, after lots of convincing, agreed to not tell anything to your mother under the condition that you would visit her in the time you chose to stay here before leaving again.
You weren’t exactly sure when that would be, after all you still had too much on your mind and according to Aeri, lots of catching up to do. That included, checking out the newly remodeled venue thirty minutes away and having drinks with everyone.
Unfortunately for you, no introvert was safe from your friends' shenanigans. So tonight you were expected to show up, no excuses. Not even the ‘you don’t have my foundation shade’ that used to get you out of going most places when you were all younger. Turns out having a friend who worked as a beauty consultant took some getting used to.
You took in the scene around you, low lights that were full of color. There was a subtle fog that filled the room you were sure was there to add to the aesthetic appeal.
You’d been sipping on drinks for what felt like hours just waiting for the main performance to begin. Some band was running late for the past thirty minutes.
“Isn’t there supposed to be a performance?” You click your tongue in annoyance, speech slightly slurred.
“I think they might just move on to the rest of them, probably gonna end up being a hefty fine.” Renjun replies, gulping down the last of his mocktail.
“How many bands are we here to see?”
Ningning giggles, just as tipsy as you. “As many as we can! Who doesn’t love live music?”
You groan, “Well i’ll be right back then,” You scoot off of your seat, pulling down your dress fabric that had risen just a bit too high for comfort as you were seated. “Anyone else want another drink?” Your friends politely decline, choosing to stay behind and keep your section open for when you come back.
The bodies around made it a bit more difficult to find your way around, but anytime you were tipsy you’d gain enough confidence to convince yourself you could run a marathon in ten minutes, so there was no way you were backing out. You chose to try a different route, heading closer towards the stages in the back since there were less people and crowds weren’t exactly your scene.
“You look like you’d rather be anywhere but here right now.” A low voice sounded from behind you, startling you into turning around.
“Do I know you?” You take in the appearance of the man in front of you. He was handsome but that didn’t really mean anything considering that he was a stranger, and you were alone.
He chuckled, his smile only growing larger. “Guess not.”
You nodded awkwardly, turning away from the guy and praying he wasn’t some creep.
“If you’re here for the show then I’m pretty sure the stage is that way.” He calls out, pointing from where you just came from.
“Not where i’m headed but thank you.”
“Hey look I promise i’m no creep,” He says and though the words are meant to be comforting your drunken mind can’t help but take it as a threat. “You should really be careful out here though, if security finds you they’ll kick you out without even hearing you out first.”
You’re not really sure what to say so you nod. This guy was kind of annoying, it was obvious enough you didn’t want his help. You looked at him again, your brow raised this time actually taking in his appearance. He had blond hair, his eyes were big enough you could probably spot him from a mile away, and his smile seemed genuine yet all the more unsettling.
“You like what you see?” He jokes, his smile growing wider.
You pretend to gag, causing the ladder to laugh. “Okay okay fine i’ll leave you alone.” He looked down at his watch like he’d lost track of time. “Oh by the way, the bar is that way!”
He pointed in the direction you had already planned on going in before running off into one of the many rooms that confused your tipsy head.
When you’d appeared once again with your friends this time with a drink in hand Aeri was the first to speak up.
“Where have you been? I told these guys you have zero sense of direction who gave them the bright idea to go by yourself.”
“His name is Jack Daniels.” Ningning blurts out.
“I’m serious, you missed out on a lot, Renjun’s friend Chenle is some dude who owns this place. He invited us for more drinks later when the show ends.”
Renjun nods happily, “He also offered us rides home so I can actually drink now.”
You smile, “Don’t worry, I met some weirdo but he kind of helped me find the bar so he wasn’t so bad after all.”
Aeri’s eyes widened with worry, “He didn’t try anything did he? I’ll find whoever the creep is and kill him.”
“I’m fine, really.” Before she can argue the crowd erupts in cheers, five silhouettes filling the stage. It was hard for you to even make out their faces with all of the fog and distance between you and the main stage.
The first few chords strummed, the low notes of the bass powerful enough to cloud your mind before the rest of the ensemble joined. Whatever song it was was captivating. The entire crowd swayed to the heavy sound, your friends following suit.
The next few songs went by almost too quickly, and it was safe to say that whoever these guys were on stage were something special. The crowd cheered loudly after every performance up until the final song.
The lead singer stopped for a moment introducing the last song by title. Once more to see you.
The final song began, a slow bass line that felt so familiar. You took in a sharp breath, the vocals were different than they were before. This time a low voice took the mic. You felt as if your heart stopped beating, your friends were distracted staring up at the stage not having noticed your pale complexion.
You couldn’t breathe. What ever made you think you could come back down and avoid him? The lead singer had taken the mic again but it was much too late. You knew exactly who it was on that stage. You’d spent your childhood with him. You helped him find his voice. You were there when he first began composing his own music.
You were there, until you weren’t.
☆ 🎸 ☆
Jisung took one long breath, soaking in the applause from the audience before looking up as the final chorus ended. His heart sank for a split second, staring out in the distance he swore he saw–
“Come on,” Jeno called out, his figure covering his view. He moved over, looking into the crowd again to see nothing. He must really be out of his mind these days. He followed the rest of the group off of the stage, the cheers fading into the distance.
“That was fucking amazing!” Donghyuck shouted excitedly, “Did you see the way the girl in the front row kept looking at me? I threw her a wink and she got all shy.”
Jeno rolled his eyes, “Yeah I'm so sure that happened even through the thick ass fog.”
“What was the deal with that?” Mark added, taking a sip of a water bottle that Jisung was almost sure appeared out of thin air if it weren’t for the mini fridge in the break room they’d noticed earlier. “Swear I could barely see where my own guitar was.”
“I for one could see perfectly,” Jaemin sighed, “The girl with the black dress.”
The rest of the guys collectively groaned in annoyance, it was so like Jaemin to pick out a random girl from the crowd to offer his entire soul to for the night. The hopeless romantic surely had a weird way of envisioning his future.
Jisung scrunched his face, deciding to take a water bottle from the fridge as a means of cooling off. He wasn’t exactly interested in the other guys sex lives, so he found himself wondering back to what he thought he saw. There was zero way that it was you. Like it had to be scientifically impossible, you made it pretty clear you wanted nothing to do with him anymore so why would you be back in town?
He had to be losing it or something because seriously what the fuck. First he was spacing out now he was suddenly seeing shit? Seeing you of all people too?
“Jisung!” Jeno shouted, no anger in it whatsoever but it was enough to make Jisung jump anyway, “Dude what’s up with you lately?”
He had no answer to that.
When he didn’t reply Jeno started up again, “Look I don’t really understand what the heck is going on and clearly you’re just as lost as I am, but how about you join us after this?”
Ah of course there was always the post performance clubbing his band mates would go to for drinks and more specifically, the warmth of another in their bed. Honestly he should say no. He always did anyway, but he figured that if for even more than a second he was left alone with his own thoughts he’d certainly lose his mind for real.
“Okay.” Jisung agreed, not completely confident in his decision but the other guys seemed happier than he was at the answer.
“Finally!” Donghyuck buds into their conversation, poking his head in between the two as he hangs off of Jisung’s shoulder. “I met this girl a few shows back and her friend couldn’t stop asking about you! I promise you, you will get some tonight.”
Mark laughs, “Yeah i’m sure that’s exactly what Ji was worried about, going home without some groupie.”
Donghyuck shrugs, “You never know, Jaemin could die if he doesn’t get his dick touched after every show.”
Jaemin smirks, “Good thing I don’t ever have to worry about that.”
Jisung knew he had made a grave mistake the second they had entered the building. For one, most of the bodies filling the room stank of cheap cologne and alcohol. And the second he even made his way in every single one of the guys disappeared into the abyss.
This was seriously not his scene. He let out what felt like the hundredth sigh of the night, making his way over to the bar. He ordered rum and coke, hoping that was good enough to get a little bit of alcohol in his system so he wouldn’t feel like dying until the rest of the guys gathered up to get back home.
As time went on he’d grown bored, the drink was seriously not helping him get his mind off of anything. Some woman tried flirting with him about half an hour ago who was obviously not in the right mind when she confessed to forgetting her name. Her friend popped up right behind her apologizing and leaving with her.
He contemplated another drink as he scrolled his phone once more, a few texts popping in from the Oblivion group chat.
Donghyuck:
Im out
Don’t bother me
I’ll be back in the morning
Of course the dude had left on his own. If Jisung knew that was the case he would’ve left a long time ago. He set down the empty glass in his hand, going straight through the crowd to find the exit door. His phone began to ring, he was sure it was Jeno or Jaemin calling to hook him up with a random person he’d never met. It was annoying how often they’d pull that, even when he was already settled in his bed at home.
He locked his screen, ignoring the call as he spotted what looked like a door out. The crowd was really getting to him, even if his height was an advantage between all of the people, he didn’t particularly like the feeling of someone standing so close to him. He was a bassist for crying out loud, that didn’t mean he had to be a people person. That was all Hyuck’s job, anyway, as the lead singer.
As he finally reached the door he felt like a weight lifted off of his shoulder, reaching out to open the door when from the other side someone pushed it forward. He muttered a quick apology before looking up.
Right in front of him you stood, in a black dress that didn’t do enough to hide your figure from everyone else’s eyes. Paired with a huge fluffy puffer jacket he never would’ve imagined you’d buy for yourself. Though his imagination proved to be very inconsistent since he would’ve never imagined you’d be back here of all places.
It hit him then. The anxious feelings he’d been experiencing for the past weeks, the girl who could’ve bet his entire life on being in the crowd. So he wasn’t going crazy, not yet at least.
☆ 💫 ☆
You should’ve trusted your gut. That’s the only thing that you could think as you met face to face with him. He looked even better up close than he did on the stage. Only where he looked comfortable and free playing before, it was nowhere to be seen now. Now he stared back at you. For just a second as you opened the door you thought you could see a hint of relief. It was all gone now. Now you looked into the eyes of the man you knew so well before. Now you looked into the eyes of your best friend who eyed you back with…
Well, honestly, you couldn’t even pinpoint how he felt, all you knew was that it was definitely not a happy feeling.
“Jisungie?” Ningning called out from behind you, completely oblivious to the dense atmosphere that surrounded the two of you.
His expression changed in a quick moment, a smile masking his features as his attention shifted to greet hers. You weren’t sure why it hurt so bad to see the two of them interact that way, but it did.
“Hey,” His voice was as deep as you remembered, goosebumps erupting on your skin as you moved to the side, offering up space so the two of them could talk more easily.
“I haven’t seen you in like forever!” She rested a hand on his shoulder, “You look great but out of place, I don’t remember you being much of a clubbing guy?”
“Jeno dragged me out tonight but it seems he made himself pretty busy.”
Ningning laughs, “Seems just like him.”
You felt like an outsider, not knowing any of the people the two of them were referring to. You shrank into silence, hoping the two of them would end up distracted enough that you could make a run for it. Surely there had to be at least one late night flight back to France, or Portugal, or Spain, or really any European country that could hide you for the rest of your life.
“You could join us where we’re sitting? We’re in a vip booth, supposed to be meeting some of the bands from earlier.”
Your eyes widened, there was no way she really asked him that. It wasn’t completely known to the rest of your friend group what really happened between you and Jisung but it didn’t take Sherlock Holmes to figure it out either.
“Ah,” He looks down awkwardly. You held back a smile, he was never really one for direct eye contact, not with anyone but you. What were you talking about, that was in the past. “I actually played earlier, I'm the bassist for Oblivion, the last ones that played.”
Ningning’s mouth was in the shape of an O, “Really! I would’ve noticed but it was pretty foggy where we stood!” She knocked on her head, scolding herself for not paying enough attention to who was actually on stage. “You should come by anyway! I’m sure the others might be just as surprised seeing you now.”
Things couldn’t get more awkward. It was fine though, Jisung was obviously pretty occupied before you bumped into him, so clearly, he wouldn’t want to stay here longer when he’s busy.
“Sure.”
It was not fine.
“Great!” Ningning smiled, “Y/N can show you where the rest of the group is i’m going to order us a round of drinks!”
It was definitely not fine.
Jisung nodded, prompting Ningning to leave the both of you alone. You barely let out a small “This way,” before even more uncomfortable silence filled the air around you two.
You knew your friend certainly didn’t mean to make things weird, she just happened to be a very talkative drunk. You could forgive her in the morning when she would apologize to you profusely just as she always did after a night of drinking and bad decisions.
What plagued your mind now wasn’t that, it was why Jisung would even agree in the first place? He didn’t seem to want to talk to you at all. Or had you been imagining things? You did have a habit of making things out to be what they weren’t. Perhaps he was actually happy to see you? Perhaps he was interested in catching up with the others? Maybe he wasn’t mad at you for leaving him hanging the last couple of years and dropping off the face of the earth.
Jisung was always a sweetheart growing up, he could hardly hold any resentment towards anyone. Some things never changed.
Time changes everything.
You’d told yourself that right before you clicked to confirm your flight, mostly so that when you came back and realized that change was inevitable and happening no matter what, it wouldn’t cause you to panic but instead give you better insight on what to do with your life.
Now, as you sit quietly at the table, Aeri to your left pouring yet another glass for the man seated in front of you. You realized that there was no comfort in change, not when you ruined what left you had to live in your life.
Jisung hardly looked at you, avoiding every fiber of your existence as he laughed along with the rest of the group. You had tried to make a comment somewhere in between the night that he ignored flat out. It should’ve pissed you off more, you were a prideful human being, but you’d figured that was better than him looking at you in disgust, the way he did earlier when you first introduced him to everyone at the table.
He was always one to have his emotions written on his face afterall.
You took another shot of soju, your friends so deep in conversation they overlooked your presence, talking loudly about some things you’d missed out on when you moved away. You were a few shots deep enough to know that you had about one more shot left in you before you completely passed out here on this table, which honestly seemed like the worst fate possible, again because of your pride.
You tapped your finger, absentmindedly, your overthinking soon to be reduced by the thoughts of ‘could I jump over a twenty foot van’.
You weren’t sure how long it’d been of you doing that until you heard the sound of a glass sliding towards you. Looking up, you see the same dark head of hair that had been hard to not notice all night.
“Drink.” Jisung says, his tone flat and uninterested, like he didn’t actually care if you did what he said at all.
You eyed the glass with what you assumed was filled with water since it was clear. “Water?”
He sighs, as if replying to you physically hurt him. “What else would it be?”
You shrug, holding the glass with both hands and taking a few large gulps of the cool liquid. It was definitely water, and for some reason it was really hitting the spot. You set the glass down, wiping your lips from where at some point it spilled. If you were sober enough you would’ve seen the way he looked at you, the shaky breath he let out when you wiped your mouth.
“It could’ve been tequila.”
His patient demeanor is back, “Do you really think i’d offer you more alcohol in this state?”
You shrug again, this time not really knowing what to say. You felt shy all of a sudden. Those were the only words he’d directed at you and you only the entire night. A selfish part of you knew that if you let the conversation die now he, rightfully so, would probably never talk to you again and go about his own life. You felt like that was the worst possible outcome, so you opted for another.
“Where’d everyone go?” You ask innocently. Truth be told you hadn’t even noticed the empty chairs around until now. Damn did you really drink that much?
As if he read your mind he replies, “Did you really overdo it? They left for the dance floor a few minutes ago. They invited you but you claimed your feet would fall off if you stood up for more than a minute.”
Well props to your drunk self, you at least knew your own limits. Jisung scrolls his phone, the silence somehow louder than the music playing throughout the place. When did things become this way? You knew why, but that didn’t make it hurt less. He could hardly even look at you, but when he did he looked at you like it hurt him to. He looked at you like you were the bane of his existence. Of course, after a certain point you were also an emotional drunk. You’d learned of it back in France when you had too many rounds of champagne at your mother’s Orca release and rescue charity gala event and bursted out crying as the slide show segment took place.
It was embarrassing then, the last thing you needed was a repeat of that time. You swallowed down more water, hoping it would ease the cry in your throat from fully forming.
Jisung’s phone began to ring. He looked at the caller ID and rolled his eyes. You thought maybe he wouldn’t answer when he proved you wrong, sliding the answer button and lifting the phone to his ear.
He answered softly, “Hello?”
Ah it must be his girlfriend if he’s answering so kindly. That makes total sense, he was always a subtle charmer. You’d look into his eyes and fall deeper and deeper without realizing it like he was some sort of black hole.
“No it’s okay,” He spoke again, making eye contact with you again and tapping the table for you to finish the last of your water. You groan but obey, sipping down the rest in one last gulp.
“Yeah really hyung i’m fine, just got things to take care of.”
Hyung?
You ponder for a moment before realizing that it wasn’t a girlfriend he’d been on the phone with. Wow what a way of jumping to conclusions. You’d laugh at yourself if doing that wouldn’t result in a psych evaluation.
He seemingly ends the call, typing something into his phone before setting it down.
“What was that about?” He raises an eyebrow in what seemed like he was offended that you’d even ask. He was about to give you an answer when you cut him off. “Fine then I didn’t want to know!”
You had enough of whatever game he was playing. Since he hated you so much he could leave. There wasn’t anything holding him hostage here. You were done being a sad drunk now you were just annoyed.
You pout, refusing to look at him when a low chuckle sounds from his mouth. You turn towards him again, scowling in annoyance. “Stop laughing! You’re being such an asshole.”
“I’m an asshole?” He scoffs playfully, “Why?”
You roll your eyes. He couldn’t be serious. “You’ve been looking at me like i’m stupid all night!”
“We haven’t even been together all night.” You roll your eyes, making him laugh more. “Okay, i’m sorry I was joking.”
You refuse to speak now, staring off at some random painting on the wall like it was an official Van Gogh exclusive.
“Darling,” His voice is low as he calls for you.
Darling.
You hadn’t been called that since before you left. The nickname has always been his for you, an exclusive that nobody but him could ever call you.
“Why do you do this to me?” You question him, your cheeks growing warm as you fiddle with your fingers. “I understand you must want nothing to do with me after...” You trail off, not knowing how exactly to word anything but continuing anyway, “after everything, but if you hate me so badly then you can just leave.”
He’s silent for a moment too long, making you grow more embarrassed at your sudden outburst. Only Park Jisung was able to drag this kind of reaction out of you. You hear him shift in his seat, the music on the dance floor not anywhere near as loud as the way your heart thumps when he approaches you.
He’s right beside you, standing what you can only assume is straight and tall when he clears his throat. You lift your head up on instinct to meet his gaze, only this time the playful glint from before is gone. He’s nothing short of serious when he finally speaks, “Is that it? You thought I wanted nothing to do with you?””
You’re so close in proximity now, closer than you’ve been in years. He looks behind you but for just one moment before his eyes are back on yours again. You suck in a breath as he leans in close, making sure that you’d be able to hear him over the loud chatter around.
“I wish that was the case.”
Your brows furrow. What the hell does that mean? “What–“ You don’t have any time to ask, the tall man had already stormed off.
“What’s up with him?” Aeri asks, taking a seat next to you.
You don’t even know how to reply. If anything his reaction only made everything more confusing. You leaned your head in your hands, groaning in frustration. This was not at all what you had been anticipating when you left, but one thing was for certain, this was only the beginning to your problems.
Part Two: Early December
What difference does it make?
☆ 🎸 ☆
The atmosphere was warm and comforting. He snuggled into your touch, the soft touch of your hand trailing through his hair. He felt himself drift asleep, the tiredness from school and practice enveloping him as the seconds passed. You whispered something, your voice too light to make out. He was too tired to ask though, deciding he could just ask you about it in the morning. His breathing evened out as he allowed himself to rest.
Jisung woke up with a headache that felt like he’d been shot in the head. Twice.
A part of him knew that whatever drink Jeno handed him was probably going to taste like it was mixed with a horse tranquilizer. In his defense, he really did need it.
Ever since he’d last seen you two weeks ago he couldn’t help but think of you. You overwhelmed every thought in his mind, every dream he had, every daydream. It was a bad idea to stay to chat. It was an even worse one to talk to you. Now you plagued his mind constantly.
He barely had time to explain anything to his hyungs, and lucky for him, they didn’t really ask. They did, however, offer ways of help. That’s how he ended up at parties or bars or clubs after every performance they had. And Mark wasn’t joking when he said the next few months were booked and busy. It seemed like every week he found himself waking up after a night out with a killer migraine, but it beat the alternative.
Mark didn’t seem so pleased, but as long as the partying wasn’t interfering with practice or actual performances, he would let them go about how they wanted to spend their free time. So for some time, he’d hang around with the guys until they found some girl to take back to a hotel, then he’d call a cab and pass out the second his head hit his pillow. It was a controversial way of living, sure, but it at least left him with an empty mind.
You hadn’t shown up to any other performances. He wasn’t sure how to feel about it at first, but he figured it was for the best. He made his way into the kitchen, the guys laughter from the living room sounding like they were screaming in his ear. They didn’t pay him any attention until he closed the fridge, Jaemin calling out to him as his Sonya Blade completely annihilated Donghyuck’s Johnny Cage.
“Yo Jisung! Do you wanna play?”
“We still haven’t finished this round, asshole,” Donghyuck replied.
“Yeah but you suck,” Jaemin teases, finishing the round with a signature Fatality.
“You sleep well?” Mark calls out from the other couch, Donghyuck passing him the remote in defeat.
“Uh,” Jisung’s mind drifts for a second, remembering his dream before ignoring the memory. “Sure.”
“You’re pretty quiet,” Mark says plainly, “Anything happen last night?”
“Nothing fun if that’s what you’re implying, dude couldn’t even stand a chance when Jeno passed him that concoction of his.” Donghyuck answers for him, paying no active attention to anything but his phone.
Jeno smiles to himself in the corner, which sounded creepier than it actually was. “That’s not even my go-to, if you want a real drink next time let me know.”
Donghyuck looks up from his phone, offended like Jeno had punched him, “Dude, what kind of monster are you?”
Jaemin laughs maniacally, having beat Mark’s Sub-Zero in record breaking time.
“Dude? How?” Mark asks in genuine shock, looking over the remote like it had betrayed him.
“He’s a hacker I tell you!” Donghyuck shouts, the sound still too amplified for Jisung’s poor ears.
“I made breakfast,” says Jaemin, ignoring the others' theories. “We already ate so you can help yourself. There’s some pills on the counter too.”
It hadn’t been that long since they all decided to live together, it made getting to rehearsal easier. The only issue was having to deal with multiple roommates bringing someone back home, the walls weren’t as thin as they hoped. A good pair of noise cancelling headphones later though, and living here was really great.
Jisung was sure if he’d been living alone he would’ve ended up starving to death, so having Donghyuck and Jaemin as roommates was like a gift from the heavens above. As soon as he bit into the Kimchi Stew he felt cured of all things evil, devouring the rest of the meal like he hadn’t eaten in years.
Once he finished and washed his bowl he passed through the living room much more energized than he was moments prior. Mark sat alone now, stretched limbs over the couch as he watched the Animated Spider-Man Series.
“Where’s everyone?”
Mark shrugged, eyes glued to the tv, “Jeno’s in his room probably, Donghyuck went out, and who knows with Jaemin.”
“No practice today?”
“Nope,” he replies, popping the p. “Free day today.”
It was the first Wednesday they had off in almost a month. Jisung pondered for a moment, debating how to spend today, before realizing he had things to do.
“I’m going out!” He yells out after switching into a casual outfit, slipping on his shoes at the door. “I’ll be back later!”
Mark shouts back a quick, “Okay man take care!” Right as Jisung shuts the door.
Wednesdays were reserved, for the most part, or at least Jisung tried to keep it that way. It was pretty hard though, this new schedule kept him booked and busy with back to back shows and practice.
He gripped the bag of fruit in one hand, politely knocking on the door and waiting. There was scuffling from inside, someone making their way over to the door. He adjusted his shirt, making sure he didn’t look like he had been run over.
The door twisted open, revealing you. A plain black shirt, partially revealing the bra you had on with the way it flowed over your shoulders. You wore baggy jeans, the boyfriend style that made him short circuit at the idea of you wearing any one of his clothes that’d fit on you oversized. He could smell your familiar fragrance of cherries, one that he’d assumed you’d eventually outgrow but had proven to be false.
You spoke first, his words stolen out of his mouth before he could even get a greeting out. “What are you doing here?”
He wasn’t sure you meant to come off so accusatory, but you did, his headache from earlier coming back.
“Jisungie!” Your grandma called from behind you. A smile reached his face in an instant.
“Auntie,” He starts, “I apologize for not coming by sooner.”
“Don’t apologize!” She cuts him off, “Come in, come in.”
He nods, removing his shoes as he steps inside the familiar home. “I brought you some fruits, as an apology.”
“Ah you didn’t have to,” She smiles, accepting the bag.
Jisung keeps it in his arms, “It’s a bit heavy, i’ll carry it.”
She nods in thanks, heading towards her kitchen. The entire interaction leaves you standing there, mouth agape, in confusion. Looking at the bag in his hands and back up at him.
“Grandma!” You call after the elderly lady, following her into the kitchen.
He can hear you as you try and speak quietly, you really were bad at whispering, asking the woman why the hell he was here. She ignores you, dicing up more vegetables and adding them into the pot.
“Jisungie, you can sit over there.”
He sets the bag of fruits down on the table, “Ah i’m okay, I can help if you want.”
The lady laughs, “Your hands are better for playing, sit, sit.”
“Ah, yes.”
You groan in frustration, your grandmother ignoring you as you try to talk to her, telling you to quiet down and take a seat. After a few minutes of lingering around, you finally decide to oblige, taking the seat next to Jisung.
“I asked you a question,” You observe him, looking over him like he was on the FBI’s most wanted list.
Your grandmother passes him a glass cup that he accepts with thanks. He takes a sip, her banana smoothies were always nothing short of exceptional.
“I always swing by,” He replies, barely sparing you a glance. He knew if he allowed himself to look at you again that he’d be putting himself in a worse position.
Your brows furrow, he holds back a smile, you were always so easy to read. “Why?” You ask plainly, this time with zero irritation.
He looks over at the woman, hoping you were able to put two and two together. Your grandma was a kind woman, but she was also lonely. Her only child left years ago to start a life elsewhere, and though she was so proud of her, Jisung constantly heard of your mothers accomplishments anytime he visited, he could tell a part of her missed having her daughter around.
It was different when you lived there, she would watch over the two of you when you were young. Jisung spent most of his time with the two of you since his parents were always away. He started coming over on his own a few weeks after you moved. At first he wanted to make sure that your grandma was doing well, he checked over her house to see if she needed help with anything. She appreciated his visits, cooking for him and telling him to stop by whenever he wanted to.
He stopped by more often after that, at least once a week when he wasn’t busy filling in for random bands around the area. She had been the first to congratulate him when he joined Oblivion. It was nice being around a place that he held so dear to him, even when he knew he should’ve been trying to get over you. A part of him knew that wouldn’t ever happen.
You understood the message clearly, quieting down after that. The atmosphere became dense again, words left unsaid. It was weird, he hadn’t ever expected your conversations to ever be this frail, let alone you ever coming back.
The rest of the day went by quickly, the sun set by the time all three of you finished eating. Your grandma had asked him about different topics, mostly making sure he was well fed and not just running off of junk food like the kids did nowadays.
“Show him out,” Your grandma turned to you.
“Me?” You ask, avoiding your grandma's hand as she began to swat it annoyed. “Why?”
“You ask too many questions,” She replies, making her way back to the kitchen, “Don’t be rude and show him out.”
“Thank you again, auntie!” Jisung calls out.
“Come by again soon!”
You stand quiet for a moment, sighing and sliding on your shoes before walking ahead of him. “You’ve been here more than me, not sure why you'd need help all of a sudden.”
Jisung barely fails to resist a scoff. It’s like you were trying to make him hate you.
The night air is chilly, your arms hiding into themselves to cling for warmth. He held onto the leftovers your grandmother gave him tighter, the atmosphere proving dangerous to so many of his hidden desires.
You led him outside of the gate, your hand hesitating over the lock. “Thank you,” Your voice was soft and genuine, “for visiting my grandma all this time.”
Jisung paused. He wasn’t sure how to reply, not wanting to ruin the moment but also guarding himself from you. He settled with, “I didn’t do it for you.” regretting it only slightly after seeing your reaction. He bit his tongue, hoping you were too lost in your own pout to notice his smile.
“I know that!” You scoff, obviously annoyed.
The tongue biting does himself no favors, his smile so obvious now, even to you who refuses to meet his eye. Your expression is different now, you’re hiding something, he knows you well enough to notice it.
“Just say it.”
“What?” You’re startled, looking up at him just as you did before. You were seriously so cute from this angle. He clears his throat, “You always make that face when you want to say something, so i’m telling you to just say it.”
You pause, like a deer caught in headlights, shaking your head the way you always did when you wanted to get the nerves out.
“What did you mean when you said you wished that was the case?”
He snickered, it was so like you to replay such a simple moment in your mind, a conversation in which he was sure you knew exactly what he meant. He leans in again, hoping you won’t be able to hear his heart palpitating, “Nothing, I was drunk.”
Your brows furrow, “You’re lying,” You call his bluff. He only laughs again. “Tell me, please.”
That please was almost his breaking point, the idea of you begging for him flooding his veins with want. He turns away feeling vulnerable, heat pooling in his stomach that he’s so desperately trying to avoid. “You’re a smart girl, you can figure it out.”
He walks away, heading straight for his car with no disruptions. He barely acknowledges the sound of the lock turning, his mind and body racing to leave now before every hint of self respect was lost.
He sat within the driver's seat, his hands gripping the steering wheel with pressure, his head falling forward, a groan escaping his lips. He shouldn’t have come today, he should’ve stayed home and caught up with some very much needed rest.
He needed to forget about you, but it proved to be so much more difficult than just avoiding you. You consumed every fiber of his being, appearing in places he wouldn’t have even imagined, okay maybe your grandma’s house was his fault but you hadn’t been there for the past years so how should he have known.
He felt like he was going insane. Picturing you in the back of his mind after every show, hooking up with a random girl from the bar after his hyungs suggested it just for him to feel like shit after. And finally, when he decided to put all of his efforts into his music, the second he thought maybe he could finally get over you, you came waltzing back into his life.
Even now, as much as he tried to piss you off, he knew. There was no winning, not with you. No, when it came to you, he was at complete mercy to you. The worst part was, you didn’t even know it.
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You laid in your old bedroom, staring up at the ceiling like it could answer all of life’s biggest mysteries for you. You had texted Giselle saying you’d be staying at your grandma’s for a few days, You weren’t even sure she’d read it with how occupied she was the past few days with some random man she’d met dancing at the bar while you dealt with Jisung trying to sober up.
Speaking of the devil, he was the reason you were even awake this late. You had fixed your sleep schedule the first few days of landing, who knew an awkward dinner with your– Jisung.
He’d left after whatever the hell kind of conversation that was, and he didn’t even say bye! Not that you needed it but it would’ve been nice.
You had been replaying the conversation from earlier in the night in your mind. He didn’t have to be so condescending, since when did he become so.. so stupid!
You’re a smart girl, you can figure it out.
The worst part is the way he said it. You locked the door as quickly as you could the second he walked away, your heart racing at his attitude. Your cheeks were flushed, your grandma pointed out as she asked why you were so red before you ran up to your room to avoid her.
You reached for the pillow beside you, pulling it over your face as you hid yourself in shame. You were very close to screeching in it, stopping yourself because then you’d have to admit seeing him did something to you.
You let out a sigh, disconnecting your face from the pillow, trying to ease your mind into thinking about something else. You still hadn’t spoken to your mom, you weren’t sure what the woman was planning since it’s the longest time you’ve gone without contacting her about your every move since you lived with your grandma. For some reason you had an overwhelming sense of danger, like there was a ticking time bomb that was close to exploding any second now.
Great, what an amazing way to get your mind off of the raven haired man. Who would’ve thought thinking about how terrible the things were that you had left behind could snap some sense into you. What happened earlier meant nothing. It had to mean nothing. There was too much in jeopardy if you were to admit anything you felt about Jisung, and honestly you were already in deep enough trouble.
As you stepped back into Aeri’s apartment, using her spare key to lock the door you jumped at the sight of a shirtless man in front of you.
“I’m sorry!” The handsome stranger apologized, calling out to your roommate who walked into the room like this was nothing out of the ordinary.
“Hey.” Aeri walked forward, snatching the bag of leftovers from your hands, peeking into it and observing the food like a vulture.
“Grandma couldn’t help but pack up every last bit of leftovers, said we wouldn’t eat anything otherwise.”
Giselle smiled mischievously, “Send her my regards,” your friend makes her way towards the kitchen, not before eyeing her boy toy who was still standing there, chest out. “Put some clothes on, freak.”
You and Aeri sat down on her table, her fling, that you’d learned was named Eric, long gone as he had some kind of business to take care of. She was scarfing down all of the food you brought back while you sat in front of her with a full stomach from breakfast, a drink in hand.
“What’s wrong with you,” She asked, mid bite of kimchi fried rice. “You look like you barely slept.”
“Nothing,” You regretted answering back so quickly, maybe if you hadn’t then you could’ve hid everything for a bit longer. But your friend could slice you open and dissect you easily.
She set down her spoon, raising an eyebrow. “What happened?”
Let’s see, there were actually way too many things that happened. For starters, your best friend made an appearance at your grandma's house where it turns out he’s been visiting since the day you left town. There was also the fact that for some odd reason you felt like your chest was going to burst after the first full conversation that you shared with him in a long time.
There were other things, like France and everything you were so scared to talk about because then it would be put into reality and you’d have to actually face your problems face on. The calls from your mother that were becoming more and more persistent these days and it only put into perspective how much time was running out and would eventually catch up to you.
Sometime during your short existential crisis, Aeri’s expression changed from that of suspicion to worry. “You don’t have to talk about it!”
You nodded forcefully, your brain on overdrive, taking a drink from your glass and hoping that the water would be enough to cool your brain back into its normal setting.
Aeri contemplates for a second and you could practically see the lightbulb light up above her head as an idea sparks through her mind. “I have an idea!”
“I couldn’t notice.” You reply dryly.
“Come with me, tonight.”
That’s right, that Eric guy had mentioned some DJ gig he had at some club across town tonight, inviting the two of you to attend with free drink vouchers he had attained as per agreement with the club owner.
You weren’t so sure going out would help sort your thoughts out, but you’d be lying if you didn’t admit that a few free drinks sounded very convincing at this moment. You wanted to let loose enough that you could barely count your problems on one hand, and what better way to do that than a night of alcohol? What’s the worst that could happen?
Aeri’s never ending connections never really seemed to phase you these days. The two of you had made it into the club faster than you’d ever made it into anywhere in your life. The air outside was way too cold for you to be in the outfit you had on but Aeri refused to let you go out without either a skirt or dress three inches above your knee. So here you stood in line to pick up a glass of really anything strong, three shots of soju deep that wasn’t hitting hard enough for your liking.
Your friend had been escorted on stage about an hour ago, joining Eric’s side as he played music that was actually not so bad considering he was a man. Your body swayed to the rhythm of the music as you awaited your mystery drink from the cute bartender who had complimented your boots, after which she introduced herself as Heejin.
“Thank you!” You shouted over the loud music as she slid over the mystery glass, earning a warm smile from her before she moved onto the next drink.
You crossed through the crowd with your drink pressed tightly beside you as you tried to navigate through the group of people surrounding the bar to make it back to the front of the dance floor that had become more chaotic than before as the night went on.
The music was loud enough to fill your entire body, the heavy bass sounding through your every cell. You tried squeezing through a couple that were a little over crossing the line of dancing and full on intercourse, catching your balance as you tripped a bit over someone’s foot.
You breathed out a sigh, regretting your choice of drink when the shots had clearly traveled their journey from your stomach into your veins, the buzz taking its effect on you. Aeri waved from above, Eric’s hands around her waist as he back hugged her. You had a feeling your friend might keep this guy a bit longer than she usually did.
You took sips of your drink, trying to get through whatever insane mixture it was, plugging your nose as you chugged it down. Better to drink the rest of it before the buzz wore off and you ended up with a shitty drink in your hand.
More songs passed, time moving on what felt like another dimensional plane. You were just as buzzed as you wanted to be, aware enough to take care of yourself and drunk enough to not overthink it. You danced and danced, until your drink was completely finished, opting to get water just so you wouldn’t die of dehydration.
Before you could reach the bar a random dancer bumped into you a little harshly, almost knocking you over if it weren’t for the hand at your waist catching you. You sucked in a breath, the familiar scent of citrus with an underlying woody aroma masking the slightest hint of smoke, there was no way.
His voice was low with warning when he spoke from behind you, “Watch where you’re going.” He directed towards the man who had knocked into you. Your skin buzzed, his touch warm and comforting even if you convinced yourself the last thing you wanted was to see him again.
The man uttered an apology, leaving you to turn and face the man you had been drinking to forget all night.
“Should I refer to you as my personal stalker now?”
He chuckled though it sounded fake, “A babysitter sounds more like it when i’m the one always having to watch over you.”
You scoff, “I didn’t need you just now.”
“Yeah i’m sure you would’ve much rather fell straight on your ass.”
His eyes roamed over your body, taking in every fiber of your appearance. You resisted a blush, being seen in such a spectacle by him was out of the ordinary, his usual calm demeanor faltering at the result of your mini skirt. There’s a new sense of warmth pooling in your stomach, one you can’t blame on the alcohol, you brush it off.
“What do you want Jisung? Are you here to kill the mood?”
“I’m here because I spotted a lost kitten that needed rescuing.”
The nickname should gross you out more than it really does. You frown, this time really taking in the appearance of the man. On the surface he looked just about as irritating as usual, sporting a grey graphic tee you could successfully guess was a band from the eighties worn atop a pair of distressed jeans. You looked up at him, his face and neck the slightest shade of rose.
“You’re drunk.” It’s not a question, more so a state of disbelief.
“Buzzed now,” He doesn’t even deny it, “sobered up outside about an hour ago.”
He must’ve still been drunk enough to be so willing to share that, regardless you laugh, as if you caught him committing a crime. “Wow, I can’t believe I get to see Park Jisung drunk.”
“I’m not drunk.”
“No?” You raise a brow, stepping closer to him. You were glad to have caught him like this, it was so much easier to read him when he was buzzed. You took notice of every detail he could give you, the way his breath hitched just as you moved forward, the way his eyes trailed over your face falling onto your lips, and the way his brows crinkled with worry as if he was holding onto every last ounce of his sanity.
“Don’t,” He whispered, more so to himself than you. You were having a bit of fun now, the game of cat and mouse the two of you played since the moment you spotted him on stage now giving you the upper hand. You debated playing with him a little more, ultimately deciding to take a different approach.
“Fine.” You smirked, pulling away from him, his disapproval evident in the way his face fell flat as you widened the distance.
You turned away, not really sure where exactly you were going but knowing he was following close behind anyway.
“Where are you going?”
You snigger, “I thought you didn’t want me here.”
He was so easy right now, excuse you if you wanted to keep the upper hand for a while longer. There were less people here than where the two of you stood moments prior, the lights from the dance floor dimmed from this section of the club.
“You’re being childish.” He called out, making you turn on your heel.
“Why?” You're back in his face, this time all fire. “Because i’m doing just as you wanted?”
He smiles, this time approvingly. A sense of uneasiness fills you, second guessing just how much of this interaction was really you having the upper hand.
“Is that what you’re doing?” He asks, his voice a low whisper barely audible over the music if you weren’t so hyperaware of everything he says or does, he gets even closer. “Or are you just being fussy cause I didn’t want to kiss you?”
It was the first time any of you had come so close to acknowledging the tension the two of you built up. Your heart skipped a beat, what you could only assume was the alcohol telling you to lean into him closer.
“Is that the truth?” You finally build the courage to speak, taking note of Jisung’s gaze fixated on your lips. “Cause If I could make one guess right now, I’d say you’re lying.”
“I’m not.” He replies, though he doesn’t sound like he’s even convinced himself.
“Then prove it.”
The last thing you wanted was for him to leave you hanging, but call it an inkling or a gift of the prophecy, a part of you knew he wouldn’t be able to walk away. Not with the way his hand had somehow found its way around your waist again, pulling you even closer than you’d been moments prior.
You were always the impatient type, so it was you who ultimately gave in, leaning into him to finally close the distance that felt like it was holding on by a thread. He reacted slowly, his breath hitching as your mouth met his, the kiss experimental yet powerful. Before either of you could deepen it you pulled away, a part of you waiting for a reaction you were honestly quite terrified of. You were beginning to turn away when you felt him move, his grip on your wrist firm but not uncomfortable as he spinned you to meet his eyes once more.
You barely had a chance to apologize when he kissed you. This time without the worry of the two of you finding out just how much each other wanted this, this time with both your hearts on the line. You kissed each other roughly, all of the pent up anger from before taking its course in the way you tasted each other.
It felt like a zap of electricity through you. The way his palm cupped your face as the kiss became heavier, every second building the very fire you had been fighting against.
You’d never expected any of this, and though you knew in the back of your mind that every part of this was wrong and that you couldn’t stay here forever, you pushed it back into the corner.
The both of you tore away from each other for a moment to breathe, the look in your eyes suggesting that the last thing you wanted was to be apart.
“Bathroom?” You suggested the first place you could think of that wasn’t far enough to give you both time to second guess anything.
He laughed, your heart churned at the idea that he might’ve changed his mind, but that same panic ceased when he spoke.
“I know one place better.”
☆ 🎸 ☆
You had barely given Jisung anytime to shut the door and twist the lock before capturing his lips into yours again. He thought back through the night, the glimpse he’d gotten of you passing through the bar that he convinced himself was a ghost of his imaginations now standing in front of him, tasting of alcohol and something sweet as you kissed him with no worries in the world.
He had brought you to one of the private rooms this club had that he only found out through the guys’ excessive use of them. Every club this big had made for VIP guests and of course musicians, though they weren’t that famous enough to have access to that begged the question of how Jeno had secured access to this place. A thought that slipped his mind the second your tongue swiped against his bottom lip for permission to deepen the kiss.
He accepted, your mouths clashing in what was all desperate in a drunk frenzy. You let out a low moan, one that only made his pants grow tighter.
You pulled back, all confidence from earlier gone, your eyes hazed and cheeks flushed as you finally took a moment to soak up the surrounding area. He held back a smile, you looked like you were trying your hardest to stay on this plane of existence, trying to calm your heavy breathing.
“What’s this place?”
“Exclusive VIP room.” He regretted the words the second they left his mouth. Your face slipped for just a split moment. He thought maybe saying that would give you ideas, ones he didn’t want you to have of him. He opened his mouth to speak again but you cut him off, a shimmer of mischief in your eyes as you noticed the couch sitting against the wall of the room.
“Well since you know this place so well,” You tugged his arm towards the couch, giving him space to take a seat before climbing on top of him. “Why don’t you let me take the lead?”
Jisung knew his ears were hot to the touch, hoping it at least came off as the alcohol even though his body told enough to point out that you were the reason alone for his current state of disarray. His hands found their way around your hips as you connected lips again, this one building up to be heavier than the ones before.
The needy sounds you made before pulling away just to kiss around his throat, you wanted to mark him as your own, not knowing just how much he had already been yours. He let out a groan when your hips rocked against him incidentally, or maybe not when you smiled so proudly before grinding down again, this time with much more intention.
His voice came out breathy, “You’re drunk.” He repeated your words from earlier to you. His grip on your hips tighter, trying to keep you from pressing down against his growing erection.
“So are you.”
There was another meaning to the excuse, the both of you knowing internally how much was on the line. The last thing Jisung wanted to do was to let you go, it had been a century since he last felt your touch and he couldn’t imagine going through it all over again, but the last thing he wanted was for you to change your mind in the morning.
“I don’t want you to regret this,” He spoke probably the most honest that he’d been with you in a long time.
Your palm cups his face, staring into his soul when you reply. “I’ve never regretted any moment i’ve ever shared with you.”
You kiss him again, this one short yet burning with the shared promise that he accepts. His breath is knocked out as you both find the same quick rhythm as before. It’s all breathing and taking in each other with every suck of skin now, bruises forming on your delicate neck that he couldn’t resist but to taint just as you did to him.
You shift above him giving enough space for him to slip your petty excuse of a skirt up, your panties soaking with your arousal. He pulls you directly on his fully hard bulge in his pants, a loud moan pulled from your lips as you feel the stimulation to your clit even through the fabric.
“Fuck–“ You curse loudly, his strong hands forcing you to move harder against him. “Sung please.”
Jisung wasn’t sure just how much harder he could get, the plea in your voice going straight to his dick. He loved just how needy you could get, even though you refused to admit it every time he pushed you to that point. You were full of pride, that’s why it was so fun to play with you, to see that facade break and to get you to admit every truth you had hidden, one by one.
He wanted to test your limits now, and what better way to do that than talk to you just as you really wanted. “Come on darling,” he reused the old nickname that always worked on you, “I thought you were the one taking the lead?”
You groaned out in part annoyance and pleasure, “F- fuck you.”
“Maybe next time,” He smirked, capturing your lips again, sucking up your moans while helping you chase your high. Your thighs felt like fire, grinding faster and rougher against him, his groans matching yours as the both of you felt your climax approaching.
Jisung’s mind slipped into imagining another scenario in which you were riding his thigh all by yourself. He couldn’t help but think about how lucky he’d feel being used by you to get yourself off almost coming in his pants just thinking about it.
“Ji please i’m so close,” Your voice pulled him from his thoughts and instead to take in the you who was right in front of him. Your panties proved you right, wetter than before and soaking up all of the juices that fought to come out of you.
He knew he wasn’t that far from finishing either, the last time he jerked off being a month ago so the dry spell wasn’t helping him last longer anyway. “Me too darling, come with me.”
The nickname triggered your orgasm, your juices spilling out of you as you clenched around nothing, wishing you could have come with him inside you and not just from the pressure on your clit. Nonetheless your body felt like you had just reached nirvana.
“I’m sorry my darling girl,” Jisung whispered a quick apology when he heard your whine, the last few movements overstimulating you but enough to get him off untouched. He bit his lip, holding in his sounds as he came in his pants, feeling all kinds of relief with a mixture of embarrassment now since the last time he came in his pants was back in high school.
“Fuck,” he sounded breathless, looking down to see the wet mark you left on his jeans, his cock firming slightly at the sight.
The room was silent, except for the muffled music from outside where the club was still in full swing. Your body was warm, slumped against him in an almost domestic way. His hand found its way to your hair, scratching your head and earning a small purr of comfort from your lips.
He’s not sure how long the two of you sat like that, time had lost all meaning when he was surrounded by you. Your voice trembled out almost regretfully, “We shouldn’t do this again.”
He knew it was coming just as it did before, the memories of the shared night between the two of you right before you completely disappeared springing into his mind again.
“I wouldn’t ever hurt you.” He whispered to you, oblivious to how your fear never stemmed from him hurting you. You stopped yourself from crying, knowing everything that he didn’t.
You kissed him over and over again, as many times as you could hoping it would convey your deepest affections to him.
His heart beamed, every single moment of happiness in his life could never result to the way he felt now. And when you pulled back this time, you met his eyes so full of love that you were so scared of admitting yourself. He always wore his feelings for you so open and honest.
“I want you,” You spoke slowly at first, hoping that he’d understand what you meant without having to finish the sentence. He sat there innocently, brows furrowed. You let out a shaky breath, “I want you to be my first.”
The night that almost felt like a dream now, one that he could never forget. One that he was aware of that ended with you never speaking to him again and not coming back for five years.
With that he sighed, “You’re right.”
And though the two of you seemingly didn’t want whatever any of this was, none of you took the initiative to leave. Clinging onto the silence like it was the only way you could keep time frozen, and keep hold of one another.
Part Three: Mid December
Stained Glass Eyes and Colorful Tears
☆ 💫 ☆
You really did mean it when you said you shouldn’t do this again, it’s not your fault that somehow for the past few weeks the two of you ended up meeting up more than once.
His hands made towards your shirt, removing the garment with a swift motion as he pinned you against the door. You caught his lips, biting down enough to make him wince before wiping your tongue over the spot.
He pulls away chuckling, wiping at his mouth with his thumb. “You’re impatient today.”
You don’t deny it, instead further proving his point by removing his shirt. He smiles and you can’t help but want to wipe the stupid cockiness off his face. Instead of biting his face off you kiss him again, hot and heavy. There was nothing you needed more than him right now.
He seemed to feel the same, or at least understand how badly you’d been wanting him since the second you showed up unwarranted at the Oblivion practice room. You knew he was going to be busy all week, so why not stop by for a quick greeting in holiday spirits.
“You’re busy aren’t you?” You reply to his earlier statement, unbuttoning his pants as he kissed down your neck. You can feel him laugh from where he stands, pulling away from you ever so slightly making you pout. Why did he always have to drag it out? You could probably show up with nothing but his T-shirt on and a pair of panties under and he’d probably still find a way to make you whine before giving in.
“No, not for another thirty minutes until the guys come in.”
You shrug, “We have enough time then.” Your hand reaches into where you undid his pants, pulling a sharp gasp from the raven haired man.
He groans before grabbing your wrist, “You’re really going to regret starting this.”
Maybe you were, but it’s not like your mind was fixed on how this arrangement would ruin everything and only create more chaos, right now you just needed to touch him and preferably get off some time within the next half hour.
He gave in, lifting you up where your legs wrapped around his waist as he brought you to the relaxing side of the room filled with a mini fridge, bean bag chairs, and finally a couch that he set you down on.
“Are you gonna fuck me now?” You said blatantly. It wasn’t that you both hadn’t gone the whole way, for fucks sake you’d fucked before you even left in the first place, but you knew for some reason he was holding back from completely giving in. The last few hook ups were mostly handjobs or his tongue and fingers but you were starting to grow a little more desperate. Clearly.
He ignores your question, pulling your pants off of you and eyeing the set you had slipped on with no ulterior motives, truly. You were only trying to see if maybe lingerie was more his style, who were you to decline him if he finally decided to get you off with more than just his fingers?
“Darling,” His voice was laced with want as he took in just how much you were dolled up for him. “Are you trying to drive me crazy?”
“That depends,” you muttered, “is it working?”
He dives back onto your lips, answering with his tongue because talking was overrated anyway. You moaned into the kiss, gripping onto his back, the muscular muscle was admittedly not what you were expecting when you first saw him without a shirt but it was not something you were opposed to either.
You whined into his mouth as he pulled away again, all frustrations bursting as you cried out, “Are you fucking serious?”
He giggled, like you were a damn comedian and not two seconds away from pinning him down and riding him until you could finally feel relief. The bastard would probably find a way to make you beg even if that were the case. That was a great tactic for another day though.
“Relax,” He uttered, kissing down your neck and chest all the way until he reached your lower belly, to which he liked a stripe just over the hem of the fabric. You sucked in a breath, he was so close to where you needed him now, his breath fanning against your clothed cunt that began clenching down on nothing, just desperate to be touched.
“Fuck Darling your thighs,” He sucked down on them everywhere that he could. “You don’t know how many times i’ve imagined them, how much i’ve been holding back from leaving them without any marks every time you showed up in front of me with your legs on full display.”
His fingers smoothed over your skin, the redness blooming against your thighs where the bruises had already begun to form. He lifted your legs up sliding off your panties before throwing them over his shoulder. Your heart raced, was he finally giving in?
He pulled his hard length out of his jeans, pumping his huge size twice for good measure. You salvitated at the sight, it was long with a slight girthiness, a long thick vein passing through the middle just barely meeting his pink tip. You’d gotten a taste before and could barely wrap your whole mouth around it without gagging let alone the whole length. You imagined taking it now with zero prep.
“Wait!” You called out, “I don’t think it’ll fit just like that sungie.”
It definitely wouldn’t, but you didn’t want to kill the vibe when you’d been begging him to fuck you for days.
He chuckled, “I know baby, so keep your legs closed tight for me alright?”
You didn’t have time to ask, you felt his size squeeze between your thighs, the wetness of your arousal being the only form of lubrication as his cock slid against your cunt. You let out a high pitch moan as he made contact with your clit.
He holds onto your legs, keeping them from moving as he slowly begins to thrust. You felt the air knocked out of your lungs, the feeling so pleasurable and despite the fact that he wasn’t fucking you it felt like he was.
“Fuck–“ You whine as he built a pace, the slide rough and desperate. You hardly had any control with how good it felt, your entire body was like putty.
He groaned, “Come on darling, keep your legs tight it’ll feel better.”
You nodded, closing your eyes as you tried your hardest to keep your voice quiet which proved to be harder than you were expecting with how insane every movement rubbed your clit. Jisung was out of breath, probably using up what was the last of his control to make sure not to completely slip inside you.
His hand came forward suddenly, undoing the clasp of your bra. Before you could ask, you felt as he began to fondle your breasts, teasing his thumb against your sensitive nipple. You were about to moan when you heard it. The muffled sound of his phone ringing from wherever the fuck he’d left it in this room.
He let out a groan that you only assumed was annoyance, choosing to disregard the call to focus on getting the both of you off. You were close, you felt it in the way your legs shook and the pressure in your stomach threatened to snap. Jisung didn’t look like he was going to last much longer either, his hold on your legs faltering as his thrusts became sloppier.
“Ji- jisung please,” Your body was threatening to release at any moment now, when suddenly you felt him slip, the tip of his cock sliding ever so slightly into your pussy. It stung but it was enough to finally trigger your orgasm, a desperate plea of his name over and over again until you finally came down from your high.
His ruts continued this time at a faster pace as he reached his own peak, the cum spilling out of you helping him slide against you faster. “Fuck baby i’m gonna cum.”
You nodded, a whine leaving your lips as he finished, a few final movements to milk out his orgasm. You fought to keep your eyes open, watching the way his warm liquid covered your stomach, clenching at the thought of it filling you instead.
He tried to steady himself as he came down, bringing one of his hands up to run through his hair where small beads of sweat had formed. The room was silent save for the two of you trying to catch your breaths. A few seconds later you felt him move followed by a piece of fabric on your stomach.
“Sorry,” he whispered shyly. You almost laughed, the cuteness of his just too adorable to go unnoticed.
“It’s okay, I liked it.”
The tips of his ears had gone red, and you knew he was embarrassed because he avoided any eye contact with you, instead cleaning off the, honestly impressive, amount of cum he’d left on you as well as what was dripping down your thighs.
When he finished he helped you slide your clothes back on, the act being a bit intimate if you thought about it too much. So you didn’t, instead paying all of your attention to his body that you wished you appreciated more in the moment. He was fairly sculpted, his abs detailed, you wanted so badly to run your hands against them.
“Are you already imagining round two?” He broke the silence, the shyness from earlier replaced with his same old cocky demeanor, only this time instead of it making you want to strangle him, you found yourself smiling.
“Hmm. Maybe,” You fake a thought, “now i’m thinking about the next time you’ll be free.”
He smiles, and for the first time in a long time you feel your heart beat faster remembering just how happy it made you to make him smile. You allow yourself this moment now, being close enough to him that you could feel the warmth radiating off of him. It wouldn’t last long that’s for sure, but you knew this time at least he wouldn’t be the one with his heart on the line.
“There’s a festival we have booked next week, a Christmas one,” He starts, voice low, “I’d want you to go.”
You don’t even allow yourself time to think about it, already having known about the festival since Aeri had brought it up a few weeks ago, granted at the time you didn't know that their band was part of the performing list but it made the decision to go easier.
“Then I will.”
It was a simple answer, one he appreciated a lot by the way his cheeks reddened. He was about to speak when there was a knock from the door. His eyes widened in horror, picking up his phone from where it was long forgotten on the floor to check the time.
He rushed forward to throw on his clothes, the frightened hamster look on his face getting worse with every knock. You had to hold in a laugh, the situation just too awkward to fully process.
You stood up as casual as you could look with your hair tussled, skin slick with sweat, and a subtle shake in your legs. Jisung ran towards the door with you following right behind him to take the exit as soon as he opened it.
He opened it, revealing a tan skinned man who looked not at all happy. “Hey,” The guy you now recognized as the lead singer from up on stage spoke, “What the fuck took you so damn long, i’ve been waiting here in the freezing cold!”
“Don’t you have a key?” Jisung replies.
“I lost that shit two weeks ago,” he pauses, “don’t tell Mark.”
It’s only then that the man registers you, not having noticed you standing right behind Jisung’s tall frame. His brows raised, like he was trying to decipher who the hell you were and why you were in their practice room when Jisung wasn’t really the type to bring a fan into their spaces. He runs his eyes over the two of you, noting the disheveled hair and clothes.
Right when the guy was about to speak to you, Jisung grabbed onto your hand, and with a quick kiss to your cheek, he helped you sneak around the other male, muttering a “See you soon, darling.” As you did your best to scurry away before the man could ask you any questions.
“It was nice meeting you?” The man yells almost like a question.
You find yourself laughing the second you’ve put enough distance, what should’ve felt way more embarrassing felt ecstatic. One thing was for certain, you would never regret him.
☆ 🎸 ☆
“Alright everyone, we can take a break now.” Mark uttered, setting down his guitar to begin stretching his arms.
This practice had lasted roughly two hours so far. Usually Jisung would be dying for a break when they hit the hour and half mark but this time he was anything but happy about it.
“Yo Jisung Park,” Donghyuck set the mic down, running towards Jisung in record time speed, stopping him as he made his way over to the mini fridge. “You gonna come clean now? ”
Jisung rolled his eyes, Donghyuck had been dying to get more information out of him he knew it because throughout practice after every song the brunette would stare at him with an uncomfortable smirk on his face. He was only able to avoid it because Mark, Jeno, and Jaemin all came in a minute after you left. When Jisung refused to acknowledge the singer he only added, “Or maybe you already did that.”
He was seconds away from shushing him until Jaemin joined the conversation. Poking into Jisung’s arm, “What’s this guy on about, huh? You keeping secrets now?”
Jisung barely had time to speak when Jeno suddenly spoke from beside him, “Ah ah we don’t allow secrets here.”
“Didn’t you keep a secret about hooking with Mark’s noona?” Jisung spat towards Jaemin, his wide smile never leaving his face.
“Anymore,” the lead guitarist replied, “We don’t keep secrets anymore.”
“I forgave him a long time ago,” Mark shrugged, an apple in his hand as he took a seat in one of the bean bags. “So what’s got Hyuck on your ass?”
Donghyuck answered before Jisung could, not that he would’ve since he’d recently gotten really good at stalling, “Jisung brought a girl here.”
Jaemin gasped in his typical dramatic flare, “When was this?”
“Earlier today!” Donghyuck answered, earning a scowl from Jisung that he ignored, “She left right before you guys showed up.”
“What about it?” Jisung retorted, patience waning, “You guys bring girls over all the time.”
“That’s true for most of us, but what’s surprising is that it was you.” Mark answered, biting into his apple.
“That’s not all either–“
“Donghyuck don’t–“
“A hunch of mine tells me she’s more than just a friend or a fan.”
That got Jeno’s attention, “Oh? Do we know her?”
Jisung rolled his eyes. Out of all of the people in this room that could’ve found out, why did it have to be Donghyuck?
“We’ve definitely heard of her, my guess is it’s that friend from highschool. Ning, was it?”
“Couldn’t be, i’ve met her and I'm like ninety-nine percent sure her type is not Jisung.” Mark adds.
“Jisungie wouldn’t just sleep with anyone, this has to be someone important to him.” Jaemin pondered.
Jisung groaned, “Who said anything about sleeping–“
“Quiet, hyungs talking,” Jaemin fluttered his lashes, “So if I were Park Jisung and i’m bringing a girl back that I don’t want my hyungs to see then it would have to be—“ He turns around, facing everyone as he snaps his finger, “Mark’s noona.”
“Man?” Mark frowns from where he’s sitting.
Jisung resists the urge to argue when Donghyuck speaks again, “Wasn’t her, I saw the girl. She’s hot alright, might even be a bit out of your league.”
“Who would it be then,” Jeno asks aloud, taking a shot in the dark with his next answer, “Y/N?”
Jisung knows just how obvious he is when the sound of your name alone is enough to make him freeze.
“Y/N?” Donghyuck practically shouts, “the same y/n that disappeared half way across the world?”
Jisung knew one of these days he’d regret going out for drinks with his friends and showing up back at the apartment wasted. Unfortunately for him, he becomes quite the chatterbox after one too many drinks, and his favorite topic is you.
“No fucking way!”
“When did she come back?”
“Can we meet her?”
He ignored all of the questions they asked, looking to Mark desperately for some help, since he was the only one who they all really listened to. Mark cleared his throat, “Guys come on don’t pressure him if he doesn’t wanna talk about it then he doesn’t need to.” Jisung smiled, thankful for Mark’s effort to back him up.
Mark stood up from his seat then, tossing the core of his now finished apple into the trash, “But I am curious on what she was doing here.”
Jisung shut his eyes in disbelief but mostly just acceptance, the rest of the guys starting over with their round of questions until he finally decided to shut it down. “Fine. Yes, I was with y/n. Yes, she did come back and it was a few weeks ago. And no you can not meet her if you guys keep acting like this.”
Donghyuck points and laughs at the others, “I already met her.”
Jisung’s face goes red, he turns away trying to avoid any and all eye contact as he walks towards the mini fridge, Mark really made that apple look good.
“Uh Oh he’s hiding something!” Jaemin cackles maniacally. Jisung still wonders what makes women attracted to him and not just want to file a restraining order on him, he was clearly insane.
“Wait.” Donghyuck thinks for a moment. Looking back on when he first ran into Jisung and you, the way you both stood like deers in headlights, how protective he was of you, the way you wobbled away. “Oh my god. You guys were fucking in here weren’t you?”
Jisung took a second too long to dismiss the older’s claim, the others collectively gasping as they realized Donghyuck was right.
“I knew it!” Donghyuck cried, “Oh my god Jisung. I didn’t know you had it in you.”
“We didn’t fuck!” Jisung replied since technically it was true, you both hadn’t gone all the way.
“Man please don’t tell me it was where I was sitting.” Mark’s frown grew worried.
“We didn’t have sex on the bean bag Mark,” Jisung reassured the guitarist, him sighing in relief.
“But you did have sex.”
Jisung groaned, if he had to admit it just to get the rest to shut up then perhaps what was the harm. He thought back to you. If he admitted that the two of you had a sex life and that wasn’t something you wanted everyone to know, he would never forgive himself. In the end he let the guys do what they do best.
Theorize.
“If they did have sex it would’ve had to have been on the couch.” Jaemin concluded like it was the most obvious answer in the world.
Jeno shook his head, “Gross man, I nap there sometimes.”
“Alright guys that’s enough, break is over.” Mark called, the rest of the guys groaning as they walked back to their places, tuning and adjusting their instruments.
Jisung was about to walk back with the group when Mark stopped him, “Look, i’m not going to bug you or anything but I just want to make sure that you know what you’re doing. You’re not just my bandmate you’re all like a family to me, and I know things didn’t end too well with y/n the last time so I just want you to know,” He took in a breath. “I’m here for you.”
Mark always meant what he said, and though he wasn’t the type to meddle as the others did, he only took a step in when he wanted to make sure everything was okay. He cared a lot about the guys, and in the same way he said it, Jisung always viewed him the same way. Growing up an only child they were the closest thing to brothers that he would ever have. And since he didn’t really have his family around, all he had was them.
He nodded at Mark, “Don’t worry, I have a good feeling about this time.” Mark hummed, making his way towards his own place, Jisung following right after him.
☆ 💫 ☆
“You’ve been suspiciously busy lately,” Aeri stated as she observed you from where she sat in the living room, eyeing your body from head to toe.
“Good afternoon to you too?” You said, unscrewing the cap from the water bottle you stopped at the kitchen to grab, gulping down the liquid because running away after sex really did make you dehydrated.
Aeri scrunches her face, “You had sex with Jisung didn’t you?”
You choke on your water, coughing and surprising the girl enough for her to get up to pat your back. Once you finally regain composure you look at her again, contemplating how to answer when your own body practically gave it away. “I—“
“Was probably never going to tell me right?” Aeri rolls her eyes, “you and your darn secrets, have I ever kept a secret from you?”
Right as she says that, a woman you aren’t sure you’ve ever met steps out from her room, a baggy t-shirt on with splotches of red and purple marks on her neck, waving a quick hi before asking where the restroom is, to which Aeri points to the down the hall door to the left.
Your eyebrow arches at your friend, no question needed since she understands exactly what you’re trying to imply. “Yoona isn't a secret!”
Yoona emerges from the bathroom a few minutes later, now without the marks on her neck being visible, the power of makeup. She offers a quick bow to the two of you before waving at Aeri to call her later. You make a face as in, hello there’s your secret right there.
Aeri tries again, “Yoona isn’t a secret, she's a new edition!”
“I didn’t even know you were into girls.”
“Yeah well neither did I until I volunteered at the meat association and met a girl named Hazel.”
“What?”
“Not the point,” Aeri changes the subject from her back to you because the two of you had been friends for long enough that she knew how much you loved to deflect. “You’re keeping secrets, you have been since the beginning and usually I would let you just come to me on your own time but now i’m really worried about you.”
You sigh, “Aeri, there’s nothing for you to worry about I can handle this on my own—“
“Really?” She cuts you off, her tone is far from angry and more so coming from a place of worry, “Cause you’ve been ignoring any and all calls from your mom for the past week that she even somehow found my number and tried to ask if I knew anything about where you were.”
Your heart stopped, suddenly feeling sick. It was stupid to think that your mom would just let you leave, she wasn’t the type. She was calculated, she knew how to handle things. Of course she wasn’t going to just allow for you to leave without knowing exactly where you were going. The call to Aeri wasn’t really her asking, it was a warning to you.
“Hey,” Aeri calls out again, “I’m not mad or anything I’m just worried. Jisung is my friend too, and I know that if you’re getting involved with him again and this ends up the same way as before then— I really don’t know how he will react a second time.”
You take in a breath, thinking over her words. Your leaving wasn’t going to affect Jisung, the two of you barely started hanging out together you were sure you meant at most, nothing to the guy other than someone he felt comfortable enough sleeping with. The only one who was going to end up heartbroken was going to be you, and you’d make sure of it.
“Jisung doesn’t like me, not like he used to.” You respond flatly, though now a part of you isn’t sure how true that is anymore.
“Okay,” Aeri sighs in defeat, “If that’s what you think.”
You stand still for a moment, your friend taking her seat on the couch once more as if the conversation had never happened, because Aeri was like that. If you weren’t going to come clean then she wasn’t going to force you to, but she sure as hell was going to make sure you thought things over a bit.
The festival was much more packed than you had expected, with loads of trucks and vendors surrounding the place targeting any and all visitors who were awaiting their favorite bands' sets to begin. You took a deep breath, the anxiousness in your body only getting worse since you first started getting ready with Aeri earlier in the day.
You were a bit nervous, but more specifically shy to see Jisung perform. He mentioned that he would more than likely be busy most of the day, but he’d definitely find you after the show because there was a lot he needed to tell you. So now you stood here, Aeri having escaped from your grip to go check out some candy apple stand that honestly you should’ve gone to check out with her but the idea of eating anything right now only made you feel like you’d vomit.
It didn’t help that you dressed up with a skirt, the pair of linen tights were the only thing keeping you from freezing since you had forgotten to bring a thicker jacket. The sun would be setting soon, so you hoped that the crowd would be able to produce enough uncomfortable heat that would help keep you from freezing.
You let Aeri know that you were going to be waiting around, maybe checking a few early performances before Oblivion had to go in, scheduled about an hour from now. So you did, squeezing through a few people to hear this newer up and coming band called Cosmic Love.
By the third song you felt a sneaky hand wrap around your waist, a gasp pulled from your throat at the contact before you noticed who exactly it was. Behind a stupid black cap that barely hid his eyes, and a black mask that at least did a little better at not giving the man’s identity away if it weren’t for you being able to recognize his tall lanky figure in an instant.
“You’re cheating?” He teased, looking over at the band that were still performing on stage.
“It’s a girl band i’m cheering for, is that still considered cheating?”
He nods as if it were obvious, making you erupt in giggles that you were lucky weren’t loud enough to drag the audience's eyes onto you both. Jisung wasn’t exactly unknown, the band had a pretty solid fanbase now so people noticing the Oblivion’s bassist out in the crowd would definitely pull a reaction.
You can tell he’s smiling through his uncovered eyes. He leans in closer, pulling the mask down slightly to whisper, “Come with me, I want to show you something.”
You agree, holding onto his hand as he drags you away, music fading into the background. The two of you make it to what you assume is the artist's rooms, groups of trailers with different names written all over the place, leading you to the one with Oblivion written on it.
The room is silent, except for the distant music that you could hear from the stage being only a few feet away. You looked around, taking in the room around you. The heater was definitely on, since it was warmer than outside, other than that it was pretty empty. Most of the space was taken up with the band's equipment and a random table with uno cards left all over it.
You raised a brow, grabbing onto one of the cards and turning your attention back over to Jisung, who stood coolly, his eyes already on you before you even turned around.
“You brought me here to play uno?”
He laughed, “Yeah, picked you from the crowd just to make you eat four cards.”
“Hey,” you argue playfully, “I’m actually really good at uno!”
He hummed, walking towards you steadily, urging you to continue.
“I’m serious!” You grin just as he finally makes it straight to your face, his hands coming up around your waist again making your heart flutter.
The two of you stay like that for a moment, breathing in each other's scents as he pulls you into his hold. You pray that he couldn’t hear how hard your heart was beating, or if he did that he at least wouldn’t ask. He smelled the same he always did, only this time slightly of cherries.
“I missed you.” He broke the silence, his voice barely over a whisper.
You were thankful for the position now, his face in your neck allowing your body to be a bit more vulnerable, warmth spreading on your face with just how intimate the moment felt.
You didn’t have time to respond when the front door slammed open, a group of men walking in with one who you recognized in as the guy who definitely knew you and Jisung were fucking since he had caught you guys a week prior, the other being that dude with a creepy smile. Jisung had already moved away from your hold, well not fully, as his hand still held onto you in an almost protective way.
“You?” your eyes widened, the creepy smile guy making the same expression as you only with his wide smile on display. “You’re that one guy from the hallway!”
“You’re Y/N right?” The lead singer answers, assuming he was the one you were referring to. Your brows furrow, “It was just a hunch, i’m Donghyuck.” He says cutting you off again.
Jisung groans, “What are you guys doing here, I thought you guys were busy sneaking around and grabbing food!”
“Yeah well we did too,” The quiet one with a mole under his eye interrupts, “Until we turned around and noticed our only bassist had disappeared.”
Jisung doesn’t respond to that. You try to hold back a smile, wondering if he had left the group after he spotted you.
Smiley dude sighs walking towards where the two of you stood, “Look it would be different if it were Mark who disappeared, I could cover his parts.”
“Dude?” A man replies who you could only guess was Mark.
“But we don’t have another bassist, so try not just escaping without letting any of us know,” The guy says, patting Jisung's shoulder. “Hey there by the way, long time since I last saw you.”
Jisung turns to you in confusion, “You know Jaemin?”
He doesn’t seem angry when he says it, but you panic anyway hoping there wouldn’t be any misunderstandings, “No! I mean no not really, remember how I told you one of the first days I came back I met some creep who was way too talkative.”
The guys laugh, mostly at Jaemin while Jisung puts two and two together. Jaemin rolls his eyes at the group, “I met her first technically so I’m not sure why you guys are laughing so hard.”
Donghyuck laughs, “Yeah and almost scared her away!”
Jisung tugs you a bit closer, leaning close as the other guys are completely distracted with bullying Jaemin, “He didn’t make you uncomfortable did he?”
You shake your head, “No, I mean he just kind of talks a lot.”
Jisung chuckles, “Yeah unfortunately that’s just how Jaemin is. A man of too many words.”
“I’ll have you know,” Jaemin defends himself to the others, “Many women love how free spirited and confident I am!”
“Oh i’m sure,” Donghyuck replies sarcastically, ignoring the other to look closely at the proximity between you and Jisung. He walked forward, ignoring Jisung who’s obviously trying to play body guard with how close he’s standing next to you, Hyuck could laugh, Jisung was always so obvious.
“Hello!” Donghyuck starts, “You remember me right? I’m the cool lead singer, i’m sure you at least remember my voice right?”
You’re about to reply when Jaemin starts, “Ugh can you be any more conceited. Na Jaemin,” He introduces, this time he seems pretty chill without the whole wide smiling in a dark hallway, “amazing guitarist. Have heard a lot about you, didn’t think Jisung was your type.”
“Hey don’t be rude,” Mark warns, taking the time to introduce himself simple enough you think he might be the only normal one. “Mark, i’m the leader. It’s nice meeting you—“
“Darling?” The last one responds, provoking Jisung to get a reaction.
“Jeno—“
“Ah,” you nod in understanding, “so then you guys must already know a lot about me.”
“No not really, we’ve just heard Jisung sleep talk and call out to a Darling a looooot— Ouch!”
Donghyuck earns a slap to his arm.
“That one is Jeno, our drummer,” Jisung hurries the introduction, “Are you guys leaving now?”
“Why would we do that, if you haven’t noticed buddy okie preshow is currently on stage and we’re going up in the next hour, we found you to tell you that you need to hurry up and tune your shit.” Donghyuck replies.
“I would’ve said it in a nicer way,” Mark says, “but he’s right.”
Jisung groaned, it was so like the others to jump in just to tell him to hurry up, if anything Jisung was always the first to get ready, he’d already tuned his shit how was it his fault the guys still hadn’t done their duties.
You smiled, patting on his shoulder. “Hey it’s okay,” You say, “I’ll be in the crowd waiting for you.”
He contemplates for a moment, before coming to an obvious decision. “Go with me, I promise it won’t take long.” You frown, looking over at the others wondering how they’d feel about that. “they won’t mind.” Jisung assures you. He knew you so well that he could practically read your thoughts straight from your head.
“Okay,” you whisper. He smiles, relieved by your answer.
“Alright then,” Mark coughs, bringing all attention to him, “Let’s make this quick, the sooner we finish the sooner we have free time for ourselves.”
The group nods at the guitarist, hurrying out of the trailer. Jisung’s hand never once leaves your own, dragging you with him to be a part of something you never thought you’d ever be in the position to see. Your stomach churns, the wave of anxiety from earlier threatening you as you try to distract yourself from it.
💫/🎸
The guys finished up quicker than you’d thought, well at least most of them did. Jisung had already tuned and did a few practice sessions before he went out with the guys. Now as all of you stood backstage in one of the smaller practice areas, he ran up towards you, “How is it being back here?”
You fake contemplate, “Hmmm, I don’t know, I guess I can see the appeal of groupie life.”
His brows raise, “I’d hope that you just mean me.”
“Who else would it be? The other band from earlier?”
He rolls his eyes, grabbing your hand once again and tracing his thumb over your palm, “Do you wanna get out of here?”
“Ji,” You start, looking behind him to see the guys in their own world doing a few practice warmups on their own, “You have like thirty minutes until you have to be on stage.”
“Yeah but what can I do,” He comes in closer, his lips tracing barely a centimeter from your neck, “I want you so badly.”
You bite your lip, hoping to stifle to gasp you almost let free, your neck always so sensitive. He shifts his head, looking into your eyes with his pupils wide, his desire so obvious and enchanting. You couldn’t say no even if you wanted to, and right now you wanted him just as much.
The slightest breath of a yes is enough to have him pulling you out from the room, the other guys asking where he’s going to which he ignores since he’s clearly a man on a mission right now.
He led you to a room that was fully empty and a bit crowded. The sound of the pre performers could be heard so clearly from here. “Where’s this place?” You ask, curious.
“Crew room,” He replies coolly as he twists the lock. “Don’t worry, it’s mostly unoccupied since they built the new one on the other side.
He doesn’t give you much time to ask anymore questions before he’s pulling you up into his arms. You yelp, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carries you onto one of the last few pieces of furniture in the discarded room which happened to be a counter.
“How do you know this?”
He lets out a small breath, his hand coming to your face to admire you. “I made sure to look around before running to get you.”
Of course he did, you could almost laugh now. It seems like the two of you were on the same page of where things were going for tonight. You placed your hand over his own, leaning in to kiss him deeply. Jisung immediately let in, groaning into the kiss needy as ever.
You pulled away to catch a quick breath, Jisung already kissing down your neck to repaint it from the ones he left last week that were already fading. Your hips shift on their own, body begging to be touched.
“Jisung,” You moan his name, he hums, the vibration adding to your arousal with how sensitive your neck was. “Fuck—“
He cuts off any of your previous thoughts, his hands sliding through the thin sweater of yours, through the scrappy shirt you had under to discover you wearing no bra underneath. He groaned, his huge hands cupping your breast to feel you up, thumb tracing over your sensitive nipple making you stifle a moan.
“Ji–“ He pinched, the pain quickly fading into pleasure, your legs wrapping around him tighter, craving any and all kinds of proximity.
“You never told me,” He starts, his other hand moving to lift your skirt up, sliding the fleece tights down, the sudden open air grazing your hot skin. “You never said anything about meeting Jaemin, why?”
His fingers trace over your soaked panties, refusing to fully come into contact with where you needed him most. “What?” You call, voice high and dry and mostly confused.
“You didn’t say it was Jaemin, why?”
“I–“ you squeak out, your brain short circuiting as he pushes his knuckle against your sensitive clit. “I dont–“
He clicks his tongue, “Come on darling,” his knuckle rubs against you with slightly more pressure, “use your words baby.”
“I– I didn’t know his name.” You whined, “Please– Fuck please Jisung.”
Jisung hums in response, “He was trying to impress you earlier, he’s always been an attention fiend,” You felt your heart race, not having expected Jisung to be so overprotective over you. It was super hot. “I guess he’s also trying to get back at me.”
You let out a cry, the pinch to your nipple this time felt stronger, his voice low as he disconnects his hands from where he cupped your tit, "Since I'm the only one who gets to have you like this.”
“Please–“ you beg again, earning another click of his tongue.
“What did I say about using your words?”
“Please Ji I only want you.”
His pupils dilate at your confession, “I know baby, so why don’t we let him know that.”
You let out another sob of pleasure as he moves to undress you, your sweater discarded onto the floor as he lifts your shirt to uncover your chest. He pauses for a split second, “Color?”
“Green– fuck.” You groan. When either of you would take on a rougher play you’d both make sure to have your safe words ready. As much as Jisung seemed mad, he wasn’t, but he knew how much you liked when he pretended to be, taking control over your body and leaving you begging for more.
He yanks your panties down, giving you barely a second to breathe before he’s plunging two of his fingers knuckle deep into your soaked cunt. You moan, the stretch is a bit rough but pleasurable. He stretches them a bit, trying to diminish the pain from the abrupt invasion, your wetness offering enough lubrication for him to push his long and slender fingers deeper, reaching parts of you that you on your own never seem to reach.
You fight a string of curses from leaving your throat, one hand of his pistoling his fingers in and out of you, the other rubbing circles around your tit. You feel like you could cry, the stretch hitting you just right. Your hips raise up, struggling to stay still with how fast he was fucking you with his fingers.
“You’re so beautiful,” He murmurs, adding another finger. A rush of pleasure running through you with how full you felt, his thumb coming to rub around your clit. “Jisung–“ You cry out, feeling your orgasm coming any moment now.
“Come on,” He says, “cum for me darling.”
With a few last rough thrusts, you squeeze around him, his fingers continuously fucking you at the same speed, milking your orgasm until it’s overwhelming.
You whine, the overstimulation becoming almost unbearable as he continues his movements. “Jisungie please I can’t—“
“Yes you can baby,” He coos, “one more on my fingers, you can do that for me, right?”
There’s tears streaming down your face when you nod, already feeling your second high approaching just around the corner.
“Color?” He asks, his breath heavy like he’s been holding himself back the entire time.
“Green—“ You scream out, cumming for the second time around his fingers.
“There baby I knew you could do it,” He encourages you, his fingers coming to a stop once he notices your face scrunching in discomfort, he slips his fingers out of you, bringing them to his mouth to suck on the arousal you coated them with. He hums, “You taste so sweet, like cherries. Do you wanna taste it?”
You whimper, nodding softly. He kisses you then, this time the heaviness from earlier is all gone. He kisses you like you're delicate, like if he kisses you any harder you will disappear. You can taste yourself on his tongue, sucking on it pulling a groan from him.
“Come on baby,” He says after pulling away, “Let’s get you cleaned up.” He’s about to reach down when you hold onto his arm.
“What about you?” You whine, lifting your shaky knee to rub against where his bulge is visible through his pants.
He winces at the touch, “I’ll take care of it on my own.”
You bring your arm forward, cupping him through his pants, “But I want to help you,” you pout, “please baby can I help you?”
Fuck having any self control, Jisung nodded. You pulled him into a deeper kiss, unzipping his pants and pulling his cock out from his boxers. You pumped it slowly twice before bringing his tip to your entrance, he winces again wrapping a hand over your own to stop you, “Fuck– are you sure about this?”
You hum, “Please Ji,” You call his name like it’s a prayer, “i’ve wanted you to fuck me for so long.”
He groans, “I don’t have a condom.”
“Please?” Your bordering tears, still fucked out from your two orgasms and yet deperate for more. Ready for him to take you however he wanted. “I’m on the pill, you can finish inside.”
Jisung’s breath catches in his throat, fuck you were not making it easy. He’d wanted you for the longest time, but a part of him was worried that if he gave you this then he’d have to come clean. He looked into your eyes, contemplating his next choice.
He’d been wanting to confess to you, the fear eating him up all this time. He needed to tell you how you never once left his mind, that even for the five years you were gone he couldn’t move on, countless women and yet none of them were you. The way he looked at you now told him enough, your eyes looking into him just as he always looked into yours.
Then it struck him, maybe you did want him just as much as he wanted you. Maybe things were different this time. He invited you today to tell you everything. Well more so sing you everything. One of the many songs he’d written about you that he showed the guys who had no problem adding to the setlist.
You called out his name again, this time soft and sweet. He knew then that the order it played out didn’t really matter, he wouldn’t say no to you. Not when you looked at him like you knew how he felt because you felt it too.
He pulled you in for a kiss again, this time hoping you could read his heart with every breath shared. He lined himself up this time, the tip of his cock red and angry, desperate for your touch.
“Are you sure?” He asks once more.
You nod, “Please.”
He concedes, pushing slowly, allowing your cunt seconds to adjust to his size despite the amount of time he spent stretching you out. You wince, his girth feeling much bigger than you remembered.
“You–You’re too big—“
“It’s okay, darling,” He coos, praising you as you take every single inch of his until finally his hips meet yours. He gives you a moment to adjust, your cries winding down as you adjust to his size.
He lets out a shaky breath, your walls gripping him so tightly. You look at him through tear stained eyes, nodding at him to try moving.
His first few thrusts are agonizingly slow, dragging moans from your lips without even trying. You clench around him causing him to wince in pleasure, “Please go faster”
You feel as his thrusts become sharper, every slide enveloping your entire body in what felt like a higher ground than the one you were on now. You couldn’t even hear yourself only registering the sound of skin slapping skin and his own groans.
And when he angled his cock deeper you screamed out, every thrust hitting your sweet spot.
“Fuck– your taking me so well,” He groaned, “Your pretty pussy was made for me, huh?” You nod. “Come on say it baby,” He thrusts even harder, your voice cutting out as you try to moan.
“‘Was made for you, you croak out. Your body feels numb, completely cock drunk, saliva pooling ever so slightly out of your mouth as he makes you see stars. You feel your orgasm coming too late, clenching down on his cock as you finally cum.
Waves of pleasure hit your body, the sound of knocking not even registering through your brain as you come down. Jisung is quick to follow, his warning coming out just as quickly as yours. You feel as his cum shoots inside of you, soaking your walls and filling you to the brim.
He groans, his final thrust sloppy, pushing his cum in deeper and causing you to whine. Silence fills the room for barely a second, the knocking at the door hard to ignore with how loud it is.
“Yo Jisung, we gotta be out in less than five minutes!” The leader shouted out.
Jisung sucked in a breath, looking at you like a scared hamster. You shook your head like ‘I don’t know I just got fucked to next sunday’.
He cleared his throat calling back to Mark on the other side, “Yeah, I’ll be out.” He cringed, making you laugh.
“Okay yeah just like,” Mark pauses awkwardly before adding, “Clean up fast and hurry the fuck out!”
You laugh, hearing the footsteps leave in quick steps. Jisung looks absolutely horrified.
He gulps, “Do you think they–“
“Heard everything?” You ask rhetorically, “Yeah probably.”
He groans, his head resting on your shoulder for a quick second before he’s quickly moving off of you. He slides out of you, the two of you groaning at the slight sting.
His cum is dribbling out of you, the sight is hot and if he didn’t need to be on stage within the next three minutes he would definitely ask for another round. He shakes the thought off, panicking and reaching for the first piece of fabric on the floor, using it to wipe his liquid off of your thighs and cunt where it keeps slipping out of you.
“Ji, just give me back my panties, leave it.” You say, sitting up. He passes you the fabric, you slip it on hoping it’ll hold it enough until you’re back home. You look up, Jisung helping you put your clothes back on until you notice the fabric in his hand.
“Ji,” He hums. “That’s my sweater.” You say, staring at the now cum stained piece of clothing.
He goes red, profusely apologizing for using it and not realizing that it was your sweater. You laugh, he was always so cute. Guess that would never change.
“This isn’t how I wanted things to go.” He sighs, the two of you looking fairly more composed than you did a minute ago.
“What do you mean?” You ask.
“I mean that I wanted to tell you something before all of this,” He trails off. You tilt your head, waiting for him to further explain. He takes a deep breath before finishing his sentence. “Just, watch me on stage. I can help you understand better then.”
You nod your head, ignoring the way the anxiety from before was beginning to creep up again, this time the feeling barely able to be ignored. You hope he doesn’t notice it.
There’s another strict knock at the door, calling him to hurry up. His eyes shine as they look at you, pulling everything you feared back onto the surface as if it never left in the first place.
“I’ll see you,” He says, kissing your cheek before running to go follow the guys onto stage.
You suck in a shaky breath, giving yourself a moment to breathe. It’ll be fine. It has to be, you promised it would be.
☆ 💫 ☆
You spotted Aeri early on in the performance, she was a few feet away with a candy apple in her hand dancing along to the music with a guy right next to her that you didn’t recognize at all. She called out to you in between the third and fourth song where you said hello to the new guy she introduced as Johnny.
You were lucky enough that since the music played you had something to put your entire focus on while avoiding Aeri’s gaze that later turned into a smirk once your hair shifted while dancing revealing a brand new purple bruise there. She winked at you, before turning to the guy and dancing along with him.
The performance was going well, though there was still a part of you full of anxiety you at least were able to tune it out and focus along with the loud music, more specifically the bass. It didn’t help that after every song, Jisung was looking into the crowd, eyes landing directly on you like it was muscle memory to just find you through thousands of others.
It was during the last couple of songs when they changed a few things, instead of their regular garage mixed sound they shifted for a more soft rock melody. You heard the opening keys, Jaemin having swapped from guitar to a keyboard, the first few chords producing such a sweet and melodic sound and right as Mark strummed the first few notes, Jisung began to sing.
Every lyric flowed nicely, his vocal tone had always been one that you appreciated, the deep voice of his felt so comforting, transporting you back in time to when he first started singing. You remembered those days so clearly, coming home from school and he would sing to you, or even on your sad days when you missed your mother and she would decline every one of your calls. Those times he’d make sure to sing you your favorite songs, and at some point he’d even started writing songs for you.
Most of them you weren’t allowed to listen to, he told you it was because they weren’t ready, but a part of you knew it had to be because of a different reason. There was the time on his fourteenth birthday, you’d saved up all of the allowance your parents had given you to buy him the bass he’d wanted. He looked the happiest you ever saw him, then.
As the song progressed you listened to each and every one of the lyrics directed towards you, his eyes never once shifting from where you stood.
‘I would take the chance to live the rest of my life alone just if I could see you once more.
Cause I couldn’t live a life without you, not when everything I do is for you.
Not when you’re the only one for me, so please don’t leave me lonely.’
You took in a harsh breath, feeling as if your world would collapse.
Fuck.
This wasn’t how it was supposed to play out. Aeri wasn’t supposed to be right.
Almost as if she sensed you thinking about her she called out to you, your phone in her hand as she gave it to you. “I forgot to tell you, your phone has been ringing since earlier.” That’s right you had given her your phone earlier since she was the one with a bag.
You glanced down at the caller ID, and suddenly it felt like your entire world was falling apart. Aeri looked at you worriedly then, her eyes running over you head to toe and asking if you were okay. You could barely hear her over how hard your heart was beating.
The last thing you could remember was telling her you had to go, then running through the crowd before she could even try to reach you. You breathed out, debating answering the call at all. Away from the music there’s barely any food trucks open, about two or three people are actually in line but even then you still feel paranoid.
The phone keeps ringing, only this time you choose to answer it.
“Miss L/N?” You almost broke down hearing his familiar voice. He must’ve heard you enough that he started again, “Ah, Your mother told me I should communicate with you since you’ve been too occupied to answer her. She was wondering if we could push up our wedding date.”
Wedding Date.
Of course, because no matter how long you thought you could run from everything you still had your duties to attend to for your mothers sake, even if it was to marry a man that you didn’t even love.
☆ 🎸 ☆
When Jisung finished his song to you he noticed your absence immediately, but before he could allow himself to succumb to any anxious ideas he stopped himself, because maybe you had snuck backstage to see him after the show.
By the last song, he knew it wasn’t the truth. He could even spot Aeri from the crowd, trying to call someone through her phone. A part of him wished that this wasn’t exactly what was going on. Maybe you had stopped to go get some food? There were still a couple of trucks left behind, he forgot to mention that afterwards the guys were planning on going out for dinner. He was going to mention it after talking to you, he was hopeful that he’d get to introduce you as his girlfriend as you all were seated at the table.
The guys sensed it. He could tell by the way they quieted down as they all stepped off the stage noticing your lack of presence. Jisung should be mad at you. You left him, again, but even when he tried to be angry the first time you’d left, he couldn’t be mad at you. This time though, unlike before, he couldn’t even find a reason to be mad at himself.
He allowed himself a breath, the guys had left him to himself in their shared trailer for a moment, so now every possibility was flooding his mind. In the end it didn’t matter. There was no other way to look at this situation. He should’ve listened to Mark, or even to Donghyuck of all people. But he didn’t, and in any other timeline he was sure he wouldn’t have either.
Because everyone else were assuming that he’d fallen into a trap he’d so cautiously been trying to avoid, what they didn’t realize was that he went in fully content with the outcome.
Part Four: Late December
You
☆ 💫 ☆
It had been a week since all things went to shit. You’d hung up the second you heard the words wedding date, choosing instead to grab and pack as many clothes from Aeri’s place to run away. You were seriously going to leave again, but then you thought about Jisung. Every word he spoke through the song. You couldn’t leave him, not again.
So here you laid in complete isolation, staying in your old bedroom at your grandmother's. She stopped by to bring you food every so often, but other than that even she had a feeling that you wanted to be alone.
Your mother had called a few more times, probably expecting you to have already booked your flight back to France. But you hadn’t, and you still weren’t sure you were going to. There was too much going on in your head. How everything you didn’t want to happen happened anyway, and again, it was your fault.
It was your fault how you stupidly thought that you could come back home just to leave again like nothing ever meant anything. Because everything meant something, every place, every person, but especially him.
And now even if you were to stay what justice would that do? If you were Jisung you would never want to see you ever again. Judging by his silence, you were sure that he was on the same page. You wouldn’t even allow yourself to cry over him when you were the one who fucked up.
There was a subtle knock on the door, you wiped your eyes making sure that there wasn’t a single tear before answering with a weak, “Come in.”
Only it wasn’t your grandmother with a plate of breakfast, not unless the plate of breakfast had transformed into a pink haired woman who looked way too much like the best friend you had run away from.
You refused to look at her, not when you were already way too close to crying and seeing her look at you pitifully would just be the stick that broke the camels back.
The door shut then, leaving you and Aeri in silence. The sound of her footsteps approaching until she finally spoke, “You left me like a bad hookup.” There was humor in her voice, one that you glossed over with how sorry you felt.
“I’m sorry,” You admitted defeatedly, as if to say she was very far from being wrong, and you should’ve realized it sooner.
She sighed, “Don’t be sorry, I’m not mad I understand. Sometimes I'm too right about everything that it makes me want to leave myself behind.”
You don’t answer, nothing but your faults flooding your brain so much that you could barely register the world around you. She must’ve understood the sort of funk you were in because she moved a step closer.
“Y/N.”
Your heart squeezed at the mention of your name, which was starting to annoy you. You were acting like a kid in trouble for the first time. The idea of how aggravating you must be to everyone right now made it so that you actually made eye contact with the woman, her face full of concern.
“You always were your own worst enemy,” she sighed, before clapping her hands together loud enough to make you flinch. “Okay no more sulking. I, as your friend, am required to be here for you whenever you are sad and I've been a pretty shitty friend that I left you alone in your own thoughts for a week too long.”
You frowned, “No that’s not true all you’ve done is be a good friend. You let me stay with you and I just left without even giving a thank you.”
She rolled her eyes, “Y/N, do you think i’m here for a thank you?”
You pause for a moment, the obvious answer being no, of course not, but one part of you is still faulting yourself for not having given one anyway.
“God, I love you y/n I really do but seriously?” She scowls fully offended, “I’m not here for a little sorry, or for a thank you, I’m here because my best friend needs me and even if she thinks that she doesn’t deserve to be around anyone I know otherwise.”
Your brows are furrowed, her finger shushing you before you could reply, “Shh no no no, you’re just going to guilt yourself more and then want to push away everyone because you think you’re the problem.”
“Aren’t I?”
“Y/N, things happen. Feelings happen. The unexpected happens and you can’t just put the blame on yourself.”
“You don’t understand,” You can feel the tears forming in your eyes, using all the last of your strength to fight them from falling.
“Then help me understand! Help me see it from your point of view because all i’m getting is that you’re sitting here soaking in self hatred when I know you as one of the most selfless people in the world.”
You shake your head, the tears flooding out. “I’m not, i’m far from that. I got involved with Jisung again even when I knew this couldn’t last forever.”
“Why can’t it?”
“Because Aeri,” Your voice cracks, “I have to go. My mother is content with setting me up with some man I barely even know because it’s my duty to her as her daughter. To marry into a wealthy family and play as a puppet for the rest of my life.”
She’s silent, listening to you as you rant on about everything, finally breaking from the amount you’ve held back from telling. “I don’t even get a choice. Not if I want to be heir to everything they built. I never even wanted to leave you all behind the first time but I had to.”
“Why?” Aeri asks, and the question itself is harmless but you shake your head because how could you explain. As far as you knew, your mother wanted nothing to do with your upbringing. Yet she showed up anyway one day. Telling you that there was no other option, if you were to stay behind then she would cut you off.
“She promised to fund my education if I left with her.” You were fully sobbing now, “and grandma was only getting older so I thought it would be for the best if I left with my mother. To come back with a degree and be able to support the two of us.”
Aeri sighs, pulling you into a comforting hug. Those first few months in France had been nothing but stress and pain. Taking on an education in a foreign country where you hardly understood any of what they were talking about. Even as a graphic design major it proved to be more challenging than ever.
You thought after the last years of school you would be able to come back home. To start up a small business and pursue and build your own career, maybe then when you proved to be successful enough you would talk to Jisung and admit just how much you missed him.
Everytime anyone had left you a message you felt a huge lump in your heart. So you began to ignore each and every message, and as the years went on you grew more and more stuck. Your mother had come to you on a random day, inviting you to some dinner with another family, the Lee’s.
Hyunjae Lee was the man you were set to marry as long as both of your families had kept their promises. You’d realized it then. The reason your mother had come back for you was to secure a business deal with this family, and what better option than to a contractual marriage.
She expected it from you, she’d told you repeatedly how you owed her this. She’d given you freedom for more than half of your life that not many other kids get to entertain, so now you must pay it back.
You couldn’t do this, not after you made a promise that you would return home. If you were to marry into the family of a man that you had just met then you were to be tied down for the rest of your life, but if you were to leave now then you were to walk away from the future you had promised to have. To repay your grandmother for all of her struggles, so you had made your choice, though it didn’t last long at all.
A day after brunch with your new fiancé you had panicked. He was a decent guy, actually pretty kind for someone who came from such a high class. You exchanged numbers with the man, hoping he couldn’t read your solemn expression. And the next day when he texted and it wasn’t the man you had really wanted, you couldn’t take it anymore.
You needed time away before you locked yourself in a cage, choosing to book the first ticket you could back home. It’s how you ended up here. A trip that you thought would give you the strength to move on, only leaving you facing everything you thought was over head on.
Aeri held you tightly as you recalled to her every single event, the calls the texts you’d ignored just because if you answered you knew you’d come crawling back home fighting for Jisung to forgive you. You weren’t supposed to see him ever again, it was the best that way, at least that’s what you thought. Now you weren’t so sure.
“Look,” Aeri starts after your sobs from earlier come to a few sniffles, “I appreciate you finally letting everything off your chest, but I think you know that i’m not the one who should be hearing all of this.”
She was referring to Jisung. Of course she was. And you knew you should talk to him but how could you explain everything and expect him to just forgive you? You had played with his emotions, whether you meant to or not. The last thing you wanted was for him to see you again and remind himself of all of the pain you caused him.
“I can’t Aeri not when he's so much better off without me.”
“You can’t say that, it’s unfair. He decided to keep seeing you even when he could’ve avoided you like the plague this entire time, and honestly everytime i’ve so much as spared him a glance this past week I've realized that he never once has appeared that way.”
You hadn’t really seen anyone this past week, but that didn’t stop you from knowing how he was doing these past weeks. Your grandma had mentioned something about seeing him in passing when she was coming home from groceries and he apologized for not making time to visit her. He hadn’t looked too good, maybe a bit like he needed a friend, your grandma had said.
She’s frowning at you now, no longer holding back as she speaks with zero remorse, “The least you can do is try to talk to him, he deserves to make that choice for himself so who are you to decide for him, because it’s clear to everyone else that he had already decided to forgive you. You just took that chance away from him.”
Her words clicked then. Could it have been so obvious? Everytime you distanced yourself from the people around you only because you thought it was for their best interest, in your mothers eyes that was the same way she thought of you. It was in your best interest that you follow every rule she had set out for her.
In a lot of ways, Aeri was right, because if you really loved the boy you grew up with the way you claimed to, then you would’ve allowed him the opportunity to admit that he had forgiven you. The only person left was you who hadn’t forgiven yourself.
What did that mean now? It was simple enough for you to understand. You had to find a way to talk to him, at least after you made a quick pit stop.
☆ 🎸 ☆
Jisung hadn’t spent a lot of time doing anything except for spending all of his time in the practice room. Even with no performances coming up because of the holiday season, he needed a release. The guys had forced him to go out with them at least once, for a quick stop at a convenience store because really he had no desire to talk to anyone let alone deal with any kind of crowd at a club right now. They at least understood that part, though he had a creeping suspicion that there was something else.
He spent Christmas with Mark’s family, they were pretty welcoming and didn’t make him feel like an outsider even though he very much was, with his very solemn stray kitten look that made Mark’s mom slide over an extra slice of homemade lemon cake that her friend back in Canada had given her the recipe to.
Jisung had decided maybe it was best to spend the rest of his time in solitude, mainly because he hated being the vibe killer to everyone around him. It’s why he had declined joining any part of Donghyuck’s New Year celebration, and also because the last thing he wanted was to get drunk and wake up with a hangover on January first.
That’s how he had ended up roaming around the area, bungeoppang in hand as he sat with the thickest sweater he owned at the local park. Don’t get him wrong, he was semi aware that he looked like a weirdo, like what kind of grown man sits on a random park swing in the middle of the night on new year’s eve. This wasn’t just some park though it did mean a lot. It was where he’d first met you.
You, with a pretty bad haircut and a little bit of a thick accent when you spoke Korean that he couldn’t exactly put a name to because as a seven year old the only places he knew were school, home, and space. You must’ve been from the moon, it would explain why you spoke a bit weird and why you’d never tried bungeoppang before.
Jisung smiled at the memory, he ended up being wrong about a lot of things, but one thing stayed true. You must’ve been from the moon at least in another life because for some reason even when he couldn’t see you he felt your presence.
The air was honestly freezing, yet he felt all the more warm with the precious memory. He promised the guys that he wouldn’t allow any of his own problems to affect the band, and with their schedules becoming more and more busy since the festival he knew he had to set his mind straight. So now, he sat with the idea that once the clock struck twelve he would wash every piece of baggage from the past five years, and start a fresh and clean beginning.
“Jisung!” He heard your voice then, his body scrunching up in response because seriously he hadn’t had a sip of alcohol so was he losing his mind. A psyche evaluation was not what he was expecting to take into the new year. But then he heard you again, this time closer than before. Standing up off of the swing and turning around to see you, who seriously looked like you ran a mile to get here, a bag in one hand and a pair of shoes in the other that only made him realize you had been running barefoot.
“Wait give me a minute,” You spoke, clearly fighting for an ounce of air to fill your lungs because you had spent the last of your breath screaming out his name. “Fuck I really underestimated how long it would take me to get here.”
“What are you doing here?” He asked, not in a rude way but because seriously the last thing he expected was to see you.
You had finally caught your breath, gulping down the last of your fears before you came clean. “I had to see you.”
When he didn’t reply you stepped closer, “I haven’t been honest, and for the longest time I told myself it was in everyone’s best interest that I kept it that way because I didn’t deserve any of you in my life. But after a long enough time and really some slaps of courage from Aeri I realized that I never once considered how you felt. So i’m here to tell you everything but mostly to allow you the choice to choose how you still feel about me afterwards.”
Jisung wasn’t really sure how to reply but he did know that you had always been the type to put yourself down, it was always something he wished he could help you see differently.
He nodded, encouraging you to continue. “I love you, I think I always have but for some reason I just was so scared that I would only bring out the worst from you. When I left back to France with my mom I thought space away from you was the best for you.” You sniffled and even with how rough things were Jisung still wished he could hold you close to comfort you.
“That’s not the only thing though, I also needed a good education so I could come back and finally be enough for everyone here, and my mother was going to fund it all as long as I did everything she wanted. So I sat through years of huge galas where I had to learn the names of people who looked at me like I was never going to measure up to my family’s legacy, until eventually my mother had the brilliant idea that the only way i’d ever make it was by attaching a new last name to my own.”
Jisung felt his heart twist, had you really suffered so much being alone? He remembered Ningning mentioning having visited you once on a business trip within the last year. How you had said you were relieved to see a familiar face, especially with how lonely the atmosphere was. She said one of the main things that stood out though was that even as much as you smiled and said things were going well, it never met your eyes.
“I came back here spontaneously but it was because I needed time. I needed to feel like my life was in my control even though it hadn’t been for a long time and wouldn’t ever be if I went through with the arranged marriage.” Your voice kept its composure despite the way your hands shook. “I was never supposed to stay here, but then when I saw you again it’s like I couldn’t leave. I wanted to be around you, in any way shape or form even if you didn’t see me as anything other than a warm body.”
He couldn’t believe it, because never once had he seen you as such. You have always and would forever be the woman who taught him what love was.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t come to see you sooner and tell you all of this,” You added, “I had to see my mother and let her know that the wedding wasn’t going to happen. I talked to her a bit, she wasn’t too pleased but as long as i’m out of her hair she doesn’t really care. I’m free now so I took the first flight back and got your address through Aeri–“
“Aeri has never once come over to my place?”
“Yeah she said not to mention that because it was a secret, anyway I thought you’d probably be home but clearly I was wrong and it took me even longer to convince the guys to tell me where you went.”
“I didn’t let the guys know though? I shut my phone off just so they wouldn’t follow me.”
“Yeah well Jaemin said he had his ways.”
Jisung groaned, already knowing what exactly that meant in Jaemin’s language. He definitely had an airtag on him.
“I also passed by a small vendor and,” you opened the bag in your hand, revealing a few of the fish shaped bread hidden inside. Jisung couldn’t help but smile, you had remembered just as he did. “I packed one of each, just in case you wanted to try them all and argue about which was the best filling.” Your voice grew quiet then, “That’s only if you want to.”
The answer was obvious to him the second you had appeared in front of him explaining yourself. He was never going to forget you, it’s not what he was planning on doing in the first place. He just wanted for things to be honest, none of the confusion on where the two of you stood, just true and open love. All he ever wanted was you.
He took a few steps closer, his arms coming up around you in a tight hug, “There’s never been anything else i’ve ever wanted more than you.”
You let out a breath of relief, a few tears streaming down your face with how much pressure was lifted from off of your shoulders. Like there was a magnetic field between the two of you that you had no interest in fighting against, your lips met one another’s. The kiss was sweet and soft with all of the emotions you both felt over the years combined into one moment. Both of you accepting this change with each other because that’s what love was.
It was feeling everything all at once but willing for it to consume you. An unstoppable force that left you vulnerable and sometimes wondering if you were deserving, but also proved that you were ready for wherever it took you even if it was unexpected.
And like the sky was a paid actor, it was met with blasts of colors as fireworks went off celebrating the start of what’s to come.
Jisung of course flinched, pulling away from the kiss with an apologetic sorry for ruining what was a perfect scene out of a movie. You laughed, locking your fingers through his hand to stare up into the sky with him. His gaze occasionally falling to you, in pure joy with rose colored cheeks from the cold, something he’d never let go of.
Epilogue:
Francis Forever
Who ever thought that booking a show last minute as a filler band for a canceled performance by some popular band that fans had already bought tickets for would have the domino effect of Oblivion reaching new heights of success.
Not Jisung, but you had always known it was only a matter of time.
Since that show in February, March had become chaotic. Oblivion had regular shows booked back to back, and had even recently just been referred to some guy under Zhong Management, for help to sort out how the rest of Oblivion’s year would go.
There were also an influx of fans, fanpages, fan accounts, fanfics that Jisung definitely made sure to steer clear of considering the fact that he was in a very public relationship that was not hidden from fans in the slightest.
The fans loved you, which Jisung knew they would because who didn’t. They loved the dynamic between the two of you, researching and finding out that you had known each other since childhood which only fueled them to ask more questions about the two of you which Jisung had no problem doing during the last Fans Ask and Answer that you scheduled for each of them.
You took the job as their social media fan club manager very seriously by the way. So when Donghyuck had answered a question asking ‘What are some preshow superstitions you have?’ with ‘I’m not sure about that but we have special rules in place about no funny business before a performance.’ You had quickly ended the online questionnaire, right before running towards Donghyuck at full speed with the first thing you could find on the desk in front of you, a pencil, as your weapon of choice.
Jeno had held you back, because Jisung refused when he had already warned Donghyuck before he clicked post.
Things were going better than ever, even for you who decided to take a break from school after already having completed a two year program.
The only thing left for today was the movie marathon date you and Jisung had planned for tonight, which wasn’t the first you both had since dating, but felt brand new since every other roommate had made plans that left the house empty except for the two of you.
“I don’t understand why people like Jake Sully, he seems a bit conceited.” Jisung muttered from where he sat on the couch, your body resting against his chest as you munched on popcorn, focused on the movie.
“Cause he’s hot.”
He scrunched his nose, “He’s blue.”
You shrug, “It’s an alien thing probably, I always thought Neytiri looked better.”
He frowned at you, pulling a laugh from your lips with how cute he was when he was jealous. “I’m just kidding! Those things are way too tall anyway.”
He sighed, “I don’t wanna watch this anymore.”
You laughed again, setting down the bowl of popcorn and sliding around to wrap your legs around him. He refused to look at you, but you knew he wasn’t really upset with the way his hands found their way around your waist, soothing over your skin. “I’m kidding, no blue alien could compare to the alien right in front of me.”
He let out a snort, finally turning to face you. “As if I was jealous of that guy.”
“Oh yeah i’m sure you weren’t,” you smile, leaning in close to him. His gaze fell to your lips, silently hoping you would lean in closer so he could kiss you. You thought it would be fun to tease him for a little so you stayed there, barely a centimeter apart.
He sighed again knowing exactly what you were doing, choosing to close the distance himself. You never really got used to his kisses, your stomach fluttering anytime the two of your lips connected. You couldn’t help but want more, sliding your tongue through his lips to deepen the kiss. He tasted sweet, more than likely from the candy he’d been eating since the start of the movie.
It wasn’t until you could feel his slight bulge against you that you pulled away, smirking up at him in satisfaction over his disarray, his lips swollen and hair tussled from the quick makeout session.
“We have the house to ourselves,” He broke the silence with a whisper, leaning in close to lessen the gap between you
.“Hmm,” You answered, not even daring to hide your smile when you’ve never felt happier than this moment. “Then let’s make use of that while we can.”
࣪𖤐 the end ── ★ ̟
FINAL NOTES: if you made it until the end I’m hoping you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing! Next up is Jeno’s story so stay tuned for that! also, im wondering just how many of the songs used for every section did you guys know…
Summary: You impulsively adopt the cute hybrid that avoids all eye contact, but you end up accidentally spoiling him too much.
Pairing: Hybrid! Jisungx Rich! Female reader
Warnings: smut, smut, smut, fluff (he's too cute), mentions of drugs and SA (doesn't happen to ji nor y/n), mentions of hybrid abuse, some miscommunication at first, but it's solved quickly because they talk like adults (sort of). Also no proofreading! Sorry I got a bit lazy.
You examined the papers in front of you meticulously, looking for any abnormality. Every month, you visited the shelter to ensure your generous donations were used to improve the facilities and provide healthy meals for the hybrids that lived there. It had happened before that charity organizations received big sums of money from you, but it all went into the owner’s pocket. Whenever you discovered that was the case, you stopped your donations to the organization altogether, but this shelter had passed all your tests so far, offering you very detailed documents to prove that your money had been used the way it was intended to. Even if you showed up on a random Tuesday morning, the employees welcomed you calmly and showed you any document or room you asked to see.
The corridors were clean, besides the unavoidable remains of fur here and there. The rooms on each side of it were not luxurious, and the furniture was minimal, but they were large enough for 2 or 3 hybrids. When you were walking by the feline area, you stopped in front of the only room that had its door closed. All doors had a small, rounded window that allowed you to look inside, for security reasons, as the volunteer had explained during your first visit about a year ago.
Once you peeked inside, you saw a lone figure in the corner of the room.
“Where’s the other one?” you asked, after double-checking the room number. You remembered clearly that room 16 had an extra inhabitant.
The volunteer worker walking next to you stopped as well. “What?”
“The orange cat,” you clarified, remembering the sharp eyes of a cat hybrid glaring at you whenever you came too close to that room. “The one that hates people.”
“Chenle?” The volunteer seemed to know who you were talking about. “He doesn’t hate people! He’s just picky. Someone adopted him last week, actually,” she said with a sweet smile.
You raised your eyebrows in disbelief, thinking about that one time he tried to scratch a loving family that wanted to approach him.
“I know,” the volunteer laughed at your incredulous expression. “We were all surprised! There was this woman who came here looking for a hybrid to keep her company, and she made it very clear she wanted to adopt a dog, but Chenle clung onto her and, after a few visits, she ended up taking him home.”
“Ah…” you nodded awkwardly and glanced over at the lonely occupant of the room. His fluffy, dark ears were folded down, and his lips almost formed a pout as he sat on the floor, staring at the floor cheerlessly. “Is he sick?”
“Jisungie?” the volunteer asked, lowering her voice when she saw his ear twitch at the mention of his name. “He’s probably just sad,” she whispered. “It’s hard for him to get adopted. He’s not exactly what people expect of his breed…”
“Well, his ears are not as pointy, but other than that, he seems like a healthy cat hybrid to me…” You said, trying to defend him.
“Cat?” the volunteer echoed, surprised. “Oh… oh, no, Jisungie is a cricetulus barabensis.”
You stared back at her blankly before you finally admitted you had no idea what that was. “A what?”
“He’s a hamster hybrid,” she explained. “A Chinese striped hamster.”
“Then what is he doing in the feline zone?!”
“A few of our cats took a liking to him as soon as he arrived. They took care of him like he was their baby, so we let him stay here… but now that everyone in that group has been adopted, he’s been by himself. We tried to have him move to the rodent zone, but other rodents don’t get along with him…they find him…different.”
“...Why?”
“The same reason people don’t adopt him. When you think of a hamster, you picture someone small, chubby, and cuddly. He’s tall, awkward, and skittish. He’s not what hamster people are looking for, and neither does he match the description of an ideal companion for dog or cat people. Someone who came yesterday said he was not cute-”
“He’s cute!” you said without thinking. “Was that person blind? Were they even that pretty themselves? There’s nothing wrong with him! He’s adorable!” you ranted angrily. You were a softie inside. The type who watched compilations of people being nice to each other online and cried herself to sleep. Hearing about someone having their feelings hurt just because they didn’t fit the standard someone set for them made you want to either fight or sob uncontrollably. Maybe both.
“I agree with you,” the volunteer said. “But we can’t change what potential owners want…”
“They have to be dumb not to want him! Who in their right mind wouldn’t want this cutie?!”
“...Do you want him?” she asked cautiously.
“Me?!”
“We have known you for a while, so the background check would go smoothly and you could take him home in less than a week,” the excited volunteer explained.
“I’m not here to adopt. You know that,” you replied curtly.
“Right,” she hesitated. “I just thought… Well, if you change your mind–”
“I won’t. I do my part, donating more than enough for you all to keep this place afloat.”
“Hybrids need more than money…” she mumbled. “They need someone to care for them.”
“And you are great at it!” you assured her with a pat on her shoulder.
“It’s not the same,” she shook her head sadly. “They need undivided attention and companionship–”
“And I can’t offer that,” you declared. “Not with the lifestyle I have. I don’t want an extra responsibility taking up my time.”
The volunteer’s sad eyes looked away from you and at the hybrid. You followed her gaze and saw Jisung’s dark eyes boring into yours, before he quickly looked away. Then, he stood up slowly and dragged his feet towards his bed, where he lay on his side, with his back turned to you.
“I didn’t mean to pressure you,” the volunteer said, guiding you away from the feline zone. “I just thought you liked Jisungie.”
“It’s not that I don’t like him,” you said quickly. “I just don’t want to adopt him.”
“That’s understandable,” she said, trying not to show her disappointment.
It bothered you. You felt like she was trying to make you feel guilty because you didn’t want to adopt. Not wanting to own a hybrid didn’t make you a bad person. You were giving them money, weren’t you? That already made you better than those people who didn’t care at all.
Some people called you selfish for not wanting to form a family or have any type of companion. But was it really wrong to be selfish? You weren’t hurting anyone. You had worked really as an actress for years to build your current luxurious lifestyle. You wanted to enjoy it, have brunch with the girls, party until dawn with your friends, and take spontaneous trips to the beach. If you had a pet, you wouldn’t be able to do all that freely.
You cringed at your own thoughts. You tried to train yourself to treat hybrids as equals, but you found yourself, once again, referring to them as pets. Maybe you weren’t making donations because you were a good person, but because you wanted to feel better about yourself.
You remembered the hybrid’s sad eyes when he looked at you. You wondered how many times he had been rejected. Judging by his behavior, it had been too many to count.
You drank shot after shot and laughed at your friends' jokes at the club, but the image of the pitiful hybrid kept haunting you.
“I’m not a bad person!” you yelled drunkenly for the fifth time that night.
“Shh!” Seungkwan hissed. “Do you want another scandal?”
“The last one wasn’t even my fault!” you huffed.
“We know, we know,” Seungkwan said dismissively, switching your shot for a glass of water. “The director from your last movie was an asshole. But you still have to be careful with what you say in public.”
“Why are you so worked up, by the way?” Vernon asked. “You never let people’s words get to you like this.”
“I don’t care about what the volunteer said… But why did he look at me like I stabbed him in the heart?!” you insisted.
“The volunteer?”
“No. Jisung!” you exclaimed, frustrated at your confused friends.
“Who’s that?”
“The hybrid!”
“If it bothers you that much, go back and adopt him,” Vernon said, drinking your shot.
Seungkwan glared at him. “Are you crazy? Look at her! Do you think she can take care of somebody else?”
Now you glared at Seungkwan. “I totally can.”
There was an awkward silence.
“Drink your water, girl,” Seungkwan said, pressing the glass against your lips.
You gulped the liquid down and turned to Vernon. “I totally can, right?” you repeated.
Vernon shrugged. “I see no reason why not.”
Seungkwan shook his head. “You know you can’t get crazy drunk like this every week if this hybrid depends on you. What are you gonna do, leave him alone at home the entire time?”
“With food and TV,” you deadpanned, like it was enough.
“You’re just gonna keep him inside watching TV,” he paraphrased, unamused.
“He could party with us,” Vernon offered.
You nodded and looked at Seungkwan, looking for approval.
“You’ll adopt a hybrid and get him drunk so that you can feel better about yourself?”
“You’re making it sound like I would be a terrible owner,” you scoffed. You waited for him to contradict you, but he silently took a sip of his cocktail. “Seungkwan!”
“Y/N. A hybrid is a responsibility for life. And you are terrified of commitment.”
“I’m not terrified! I just don’t want to commit!”
“Then why are you talking about adopting a whole hybrid?!”
“I just want you to say I can do it!”
“You can’t!
“Vernon said I can!”
“Vernon!” Seungkwan scolded the handsome man who, once again, shrugged and stole a sip of his cocktail.
“I’m adopting him,” you declared, standing up, but the world immediately started spinning. Vernon caught you right before you fell, and with Seungkwan’s help, he carried you out of the club. “Gonna… gonna adopt Jisungie….,” you babbled.
“You won’t even remember this conversation tomorrow, Y/N,” Seungkwan sighed.
But Seungkwan was so wrong.
When you woke up after a few hours, your first thought was Jisung. You got up, wore something comfortable, took an aspirin, and got in your car with a clear destination: the hybrid shelter (with a short but necessary stop to get coffee).
Your heart was beating fast by the time you reached the shelter. You took a deep breath in and opened the door, quickly spotting the same volunteer you had talked to the day before.
“I want Jisung,” you declared.
The woman almost dropped the box she was carrying when she saw your disheveled appearance. She scanned you before putting the box down and approaching you slowly.
“A-are you okay?” she asked.
“You said there was no need for a background check, right?”
“Uh…I said it could be faster…”
“So I get to take him home today.”
“Today?!”
“Is he awake?” you asked agitatedly, walking towards the feline zone where you knew he was mistakenly staying.
The volunteer quickly caught up and stood in front of you, making you stop. “What are you doing?! You can’t just take him!”
Her outraged yelp worsened the sharp pain in your head, so you massaged your temple, irritated. “You wanted to give him to me yesterday,” you reminded her.
“And you refused!”
“I changed my mind,” you said simply, walking past the stressed woman, but you barely took a step before she grabbed your forearm. You turned around, feeling insulted by her behavior. “WHAT?!”
She glared at you defiantly. “If you take him, you can’t change your mind. You must treat Jisung like family, not a trophy to display your altruism.”
That stung. “I…I know that…”
“Then please go home and come back only when you’re absolutely sure you can do this,” she demanded firmly. “And make sure you’re sober.”
You sighed with relief when you got back home. Now that you were sobering up, the idea of adopting a hybrid seemed as ridiculous as Seungkwan pointed out. You dodged a bullet thanks to that annoying volunteer.
It was better to forget about Jisung.
And his fluffy ears.
…And his sad eyes.
…And the way he flinched when you said you didn’t want him.
But you just couldn’t stop thinking about him. After two weeks, you found yourself filling out the necessary paperwork to register him under your care. The annoying volunteer was being nice to you this time, which led you to think that previously she was being cautious to ensure the safety of the hybrids.
When Jisung came to the reception area, carrying only a backpack with his belongings, he had the look of a lost child. He stole glances at you before looking at the floor nervously, and his hands were visibly shaking.
He also kept looking at the volunteer to confirm that this was indeed happening, and when she gave him a thumbs up, his eyes widened a little before squinting to accompany his timid smile. He mentally repeated your name a few times when you officially introduced yourself to him, and then he nodded enthusiastically at everything you said.
You started to get nervous when you noticed he hadn’t said a single word while you went on about the room you had prepared for him, the phone you had bought him, and how you hoped you two would get along.
“He’s just overwhelmed,” the volunteer quickly assured, noticing your concern. ”Give him time and he’ll be yapping non-stop…” she trailed off when she caught sight of a familiar face entering the shelter. “Haechan, again?!”
A cat hybrid with beautiful caramel skin sighed and dropped his backpack on the floor. “Stop acting surprised. You keep giving me away to shitty people and then blame it on me when they send me back.”
“Where’s your owner? I’ll talk to her and maybe–” the stressed volunteer walked to the door to solve the problem.
“She’s not my owner anymore. Bitch kicked me out of the car and drove away. I’m not going back to her.”
She groaned. “Haechan… what do I do with you?”
“How about a welcome hug? Didn’t you miss me?” he pouted, opening his arms as an invitation.
“I did not,” she grumbled.
“Yeah… yeah, you did,” he affirmed with a sultry tone you doubted was appropriate for the workplace, and when his gaze lingered on her body for a little too long, you decided to clear your throat in an attempt to speed up Jisung’s adoption process.
Both the volunteer and Haechan jumped and looked at you. Haechan was the first to speak.
“Hi, I’m Y/N!” you introduced yourself, shaking his hand. “Are you Jisung’s friend?”
“Mhmm, you can call me Haechan. Hopefully, you won’t send him back like they did to me.”
“NO!” you exclaimed, scandalized. “I would never–”
“Yeah, you’re right…” he purred, patting the hamster hybrid’s back. “You won’t want to send him back when you see what he’s packing.”
Jisung’s eyes almost popped out of his head, and he clumsily covered his crotch with his hands despite being fully dressed.
“HAECHAN!” the poor volunteer shrieked, pushing the mischievous cat towards the feline area. “I’m so sorry about him. Just ignore him! You’re all set! A staff member will visit you after a few weeks for the first evaluation. Good luck!” she said, disappearing into the corridor with Haechan.
Jisung was silent on the ride home, and he remained quiet as you gave him a tour of the penthouse. When you finally heard his voice, it wasn’t what you expected.
“Master…” a deep voice suddenly called when you were leaving him to unpack his stuff in his room.
You turned around, speechless.
That was his voice?
“You haven’t told me the rules, master,” he pointed out. This time, you saw his lips move as the words left his mouth, which helped your brain accept that such a soothing voice came from this cute creature.
“T-the rules?” you echoed confusedly.
“Yes, master. Please tell me what I can and can’t do in your house.”
“Jisung, this is your house too. Just make yourself comfortable.”
He visibly malfunctioned. It felt like a trap, but he wouldn’t dare question your instructions.
“Okay. Thank you, master.”
“And don’t call me that,” you requested. “Just call me by my name.”
He nodded. “Master Y/N.”
“No…I mean– just call me Y/N.”
His mouth opened and closed, and then he shook his head.
“No?” you asked. “Does it make you uncomfortable?”
He bit his lip and looked at you nervously.
“Okay,” you sighed with defeat. “Just call me whatever is easier for you.”
“Thank you, master,” he whispered.
It may have been easier for him to call you by that title. But for you, it was mortifying when you took him shopping and he said it out loud in front of other people. Other than that, Jisung was an incredibly well-behaved hybrid. He always did as he was told, obediently accompanied you whenever you took him out to run errands, thankfully accepted every luxurious item you bought for him, and patiently waited for you at home when you went out by yourself.
And the best part was that you could continue living your life the way you liked. You still went out to parties until late at night, and Jisung didn’t seem to mind. He simply stayed at home, watching TV like you told him he could and asking you about your day as soon as you arrived. What you didn’t notice was his growing anxiety, the longer it took you to come back to him.
But how would you notice? He never said anything.
One night, you came back very late, taking off your shoes at the entrance and trying to find your way to your room in the darkness.
“Master,” his deep voice called out of nowhere, causing you to yelp in shock.
“Jesus–fuck, Jisung!” you exclaimed when you saw him standing in the corridor. “What are you doing awake?”
“I’m sorry– I…I have a question…” he mumbled.
“A question? This late?”
“Uh…I can wait until the morning…”
“No, no…” You sighed. “It’s fine. What is it?”
“I was uh…I was wondering if it would be okay for me to eat something…”
You stared at him, dumbfounded. “What?”
His stomach growled loudly, and he cleared his throat. “I didn’t want to grab anything without permission, so…”
That’s when you realized that in the couple of weeks Jisung had lived with you, you had always given him clear indications whenever it was time to eat.
‘Dinner’s in the microwave’, ‘Shall we have pizza?’, ‘Breakfast ready!’, ‘You can heat up some soup if you want’, among other verbal confirmations that it was okay for him to eat something, were always there, but he didn’t hear anything like that today. You had left early in the morning, spent the day outside, and returned past midnight.
“Jisung, have you eaten anything at all today?” you asked.
“I wasn’t sure what was okay–”
“Oh my god,” you groaned, grabbing his arm and dragging him to the kitchen. “I told you this is your house! You can use everything in it, and you can eat whatever you want!”
He mumbled a weak ‘Sorry’ as you took out a package of instant ramyun from the shelf and started preparing it.
“I want you to eat even if I’m not here. Understood?” you said once you were both at the table, and he started eating. “You can cook too, if you want. Do you know how to cook?”
He shook his head.
So you decided to buy more frozen meals that he could heat up when you’re not around.
Another week went by uneventfully. A staff member from the shelter showed up to check on Jisung and decided you were doing a good job since he was clean, well-fed, and had his own spacious room. Jisung tried his best not to cause any trouble. Even if that meant he didn’t do anything all day. But he felt uneasy…
Each passing day, he saw you less, and he was starting to think that maybe… you didn’t like him.
He tried waking up earlier in the morning to spend more time with you, but as soon as you got out of bed, you dressed up and left to who knows where. So he tried staying up until very late instead, but as soon as you arrived, you went to bed. He didn’t want to be ungrateful; after all, you had given him a home.
…But he felt even more lonely than when he was at the shelter.
“How are things with your human?” Chenle asked while videocalling.
“Uh… she’s nice,” he mumbled.
“Nice or… nice?” Chenle stressed the last word with a teasing smile.
Jisung’s face turned red. “It’s not like that…”
“Oh…” Chenle’s smirk dropped. “Haechan said she was your type…”
“WHA–?” Jisung cried out and then covered his mouth, looking around and then remembering he was–once again– alone. “What does he even know about my type?!”
“Jisung, we raised you,” Chenle deadpanned.
“We’re almost the same age!” he refuted, offended.
“But we’ve known you for a long time. He said he saw your ears twitch at the sound of her voice.”
“That’s…! I was just happy to be adopted…” he replied.
“Okay, maybe he got the wrong idea,” Chenle conceded. “Relationships between hybrids and humans aren’t all the same.”
That’s when Jisung got curious. “What about your owner?”
“Hm? What about her?” Chenle asked nonchalantly.
“Is she…nice like that?” he asked, lowering his voice at what he thought was a scandalous question.
But Chenle’s eyes lit up, and the corners of his lips curled. “She’s very nice.”
Jisung gasped.
“D-do you have that type of relationship with her?!”
“No, not yet,” Chenle sighed. “I’m working on it, but she acts more like a mouse than you… she gets all jumpy and shy when I get too close…” he added, chuckling.
“You’re going to scare her,” Jisung warned him.
“Nah, she just follows this dumb moral code that makes her think it would be wrong to let me fuck her stupid,” Chenle shrugged.
Jisung blushed, but not only because of his friend’s obscene choice of words. For some reason, his brain decided to create a visual representation of himself fucking you stupid. A tiny, surprised moan escaped his mouth, and Chenle heard it.
“Thinking about something naughty?” he teased.
“N-no!”
“Are you thinking about your owner?”
“I… our relationship is not like that!” he whined.
“But do you want it to be?”
“No– I just… want to be friends...”
“Okay…” Chenle said. “Then what’s the problem?”
“There is no problem.”
Chenle raised his eyebrows, unimpressed. “Jisung.”
“...Fine, I… I think she may not… like me very much…” the hamster hybrid finally admitted.
“Why would you think that?”
“We never do anything together… She’s never home, and when she is, she goes straight to bed… I don’t know, she may be avoiding me…”
Chenle hummed, processing this information. “I don’t think she’s avoiding you, Jisung. If she didn’t like you, she could just return you, like they did to Haechan.”
Jisung gulped. Going back to the shelter was the worst that could happen to an adopted hybrid. He felt bad for Haechan.
“Maybe she’s actually busy,” Chenle continued. “What does she do for a living?”
“Hm… she’s an actress… Have you heard about Y/N L/N?”
“WHAT? YOU WERE ADOPTED BY Y/N L/N?!”
“Uh…yeah…”
“First of all: wow. But secondly, and more importantly, that means she is busy, Jisung. Celebrities have a lot going on.”
Jisung shrugged. “I guess…”
“And I bet she’s tired when she gets home too. Why don’t you do something to help her relax when she gets home? Maybe that would help you two become closer.”
Jisung nodded slowly, but he couldn’t hide the confusion on his face. “...Like what?”
The cat hybrid stared back at him, blinking slowly. “That’s up to you. What would you like to do for her?”
Jisung thought hard about it all day until he eventually came up with something he thought was a good idea.
…And that’s how you came home to your kitchen being a mess, with your hybrid looking like he had committed a crime.
“Y-you’re home early…” he stuttered, avoiding your questioning eyes.
“Were you hungry?” you asked with a small laugh. “What were you trying to make?”
“Lasagna…” he replied, embarrassed. His sauce-covered clothes confirmed that cooking wasn’t one of his talents. “Saw it on tiktok.”
“You could have just ordered some, or text me to buy some for you on my way back,” you said, shaking your head and starting to clean the kitchen.
“I, uh… It was for you…” He said, barely above a whisper.
“Huh?” You looked at him, surprised. “For me?”
He shrugged, but then you noticed something weird. He kept one of his hands behind his back.
“What are you hiding?” you asked, teasingly.
“Nothing,” he said, but he took a step back.
“I promise I won’t laugh, Jisungie!” you said, thinking he was hiding the results of his cooking attempt. You took a few steps towards him until he was cornered against the counter. “Show me, come on!”
“It’s nothing!” he insisted, trying to escape, but you reached for his hidden hand, and he winced in pain.
“Jisung?” you asked worriedly, finally managing to take a look at his reddened hand. “What happened to your hand?”
He bit his lip, still looking anywhere except your eyes.
“Did you burn yourself?!” you insisted.
He shrugged, but his cheeks were red and his eyes were glossy. He wanted you to see he could be dependable, but he ended up making a fool of himself. Could things get any more embarrassing?
“Why didn’t you call me?! I gave you a phone for a reason!”
“It wasn’t an emergency,” he mumbled.
“What?!”
“You said to call you in case of an emergency.”
“Burning your hand is not an emergency to you?!” you asked.
“Sorry for the inconvenience,” he said, trying to pull his hand away with a humiliated sigh, but your grip remained strong.
“Inconve–What are you even talking about?” you asked. “Jisungie, I’m supposed to take care of you!”
“Yeah, since I’m just a useless pet…” he spat, breaking free from your grasp and walking away.
“What did you say?!” you asked incredulously.
“Nothing. Just leave me alone, ok?”
You saw red. This wasn’t like him at all. He had never talked like that before.
So you followed him.
“Don’t you walk away from me! Where is this attitude coming from?”
“I don’t get it,” he yelled back, ignoring your order and walking towards his room. “If you don’t like me, why did you adopt me?”
You gasped. “What’s gotten into you today? Of course I like you!”
He stopped right before his bedroom door, turning around and glaring at you. “Yeah? Is that why you’re never home since I started living here?”
“I’ve always been like that! Even before you got here! I have things to do!”
“And I have nothing to do!” he exclaimed. “I stay home all day, waiting for you like an idiot.”
“You can do anything you want, Jisung,” you repeated the words you had told him so many times before. “You don’t need me here to have fun.”
“I don’t want to be alone!” he finally admitted. “I–... I hate it,” he added softly.
Despite his quiet voice, the words landed like a dropped plate. Silence followed the unexpected confession.
And then, he sniffed.
It started as a small broken sound, but it soon escalated into sobs that let out the sour feeling he had been repressing for so long.
“Oh…” you mumbled, astonished. He always said everything was fine… This was the first time you heard him voice his feelings so strongly. “Jisung, I– I’m sorry…” You cooed, pulling him into a hesitant hug, praying it didn’t make him feel more uneasy. Thankfully, he welcomed your touch, and his arms immediately pulled you closer. You had no idea how much he needed physical touch right now. How much he craved being close to you, the person whom he had hoped would be his new family.
Still clinging to each other, you slowly sank to the floor, as he cried loudly on your shoulder.
“I w-wanted to do…something f-for you,” he managed to say between hiccups. “But y-you already have… you have everything you want and I– I’m j-just here… dumb and useless and u-ugly–”
“NO!” you refuted, pulling away and holding his face with your palms. “You are none of those things, Jisung. You are smart, loving, and beautiful. Do you hear me?
His reddened, sad eyes avoided yours. “You’re just saying that…”
“I’m not! I’m sorry I made you feel like this, Jisung. I’m just… too used to being alone. I… don’t know how to live with someone. But I like you. I really do.”
He sniffed, and his rounded ears twitched. “Really?”
God, he was adorable.
“Really,” you insisted, and before you could stop yourself, you kissed his forehead softly. “Now, let’s go to the hospital,” you said, smiling and pulling his arm to guide him to the front door.
Jisung thought going to the hospital was a great idea, but not because of his hand. His heart was doing weird flips in his chest, and he felt his face burning after your lips touched his skin. There was surely something wrong with him.
Time blurred since that moment. He followed you without hesitation and let you take him to the hospital. Then he heard you explain everything to the doctor before he could say a word. He looked at you in awe as you took care of all the paperwork, paid the bill, and drove him home. He then waited obediently for you to cook a meal for him, shaking his leg excitedly and replaying the memory of the loving kiss in his head again and again. It felt so tender, and he just knew you weren’t faking it.
‘She cares,’ he thought. ‘She likes me at least a little bit.’
“Is it good?” you asked as he devoured the stew.
For the first time, you heard him giggle. The gentle sound escaped his mouth before he cleared his throat. “Yes. Thank you,” he said, trying to act normal, but his eyes squinted slightly, the corners crinkling as he fought back a smile.
It was contagious. Seeing his efforts to keep a straight face made you break into a wide grin.
You reached out and ruffled his hair, laughing at how happy he looked despite his injured hand.
“What you said earlier…” You spoke carefully, trying not to ruin the moment. “About hating to be alone…”
His smile instantly dropped. “Sorry about that…I was just upset…”
“Did you mean it?”
“I know you like your independence.”
“But you don’t,” you guessed.
“I’ll get used to it,” he assured you quickly.
“But you don’t like it,” you insisted.
He licked his lips nervously and hesitated before nodding. “I don’t like it…”
“Good to know,” you sighed, much to his surprise. “I want to know these things. You never tell me what you like or don't like.”
“I didn’t want to impose,” he mumbled.
“You’re not imposing. It’s normal for two people living together to know things about each other. I have been waiting for you to open up.”
He blinked. “Open up?”
“Yeah, I want you to talk to me.”
His nose wrinkled, and he looked at you, completely lost as to what he could say.
“Let’s start with something simple. What do you do in your free time?”
“My free time?” he echoed blankly.
“Yeah, what do you do all day in this place?”
“I…I wait for you?” he replied.
“...And do what?”
“Uh…I watch TV.”
You resisted the urge to question whether that was really all he did or how he could watch TV all day. “Do you like watching TV?” you asked instead.
“Yeah, it’s…it’s okay…”
“But it could get boring,” you tried to reason. “Doing the same thing every day, I mean…”
He bit his lip. He wasn’t denying it.
“How about doing something outside? Do you like sports?” you offered.
“... I like soccer,” he admitted.
“Let’s find you a team to play with, then.”
“Really?” he asked with an unlikely high-pitched tone.
“Yeah! I’ll ask some friends if they could recommend–”
“Chenle–!” Jisung exclaimed excitedly, before regulating his voice to a calmer tone. “M-my friend from the shelter… he– he goes to this sports club and he said it’s fun and– and a lot of his teammates are hybrids and–” he rambled excitedly until a sudden thought crossed his mind and his ears flattened. “But he pays for a membership…”
“Yeah, all sports clubs require a membership,” you agreed. “I’ll pay for it.”
“Oh, no I– I don’t really need–” he stuttered, feeling guilty for suggesting something that would be a waste of your hard-earned money.
“But you want it.”
His body tensed, and his gaze lowered. “It’s fine.”
But you weren’t having any of that. “Ask your friend for the club’s name. You’re going next week.”
His jaw dropped, and then he forced it shut, shaking his head. “No, master, I–...” he sighed. “I’m–... you don’t have to spoil me like that…”
You snorted, finally understanding why he kept choosing the cheapest stuff at the store.
“Jisungie,” you called his name gently. “I’m rich. I have money. I want to spoil you,” you clarified.
He gulped. You wanted to spoil him? Fuck, that sounded so good coming out of your mouth.
“Yeah?” he asked, his voice accidentally sounding deeper, raspier.
Unaware of the sudden shift in the air, you kept talking, thinking you were still talking about money.
“Of course, Jisung! I want to give you the best life you could ever have. Just tell me what you want,” you offered, reaching for his unwounded hand across the table.
“What I want…” he echoed absentmindedly, observing the way your thumb caressed the back of his hand. His brain was picturing exactly what he wanted from you, and Chenle had been so right about it. Seems like he didn’t want to be just friends after all…
You nodded. “I’ll give you anything you want,” you confirmed.
He exhaled a shaky ‘Oh…’.
Now he was hyper-aware of your touch.
Stillness bloomed in the wake of his not-so-pure thoughts.
“Wanna try right now?” you asked suddenly.
“What?!” he shrieked.
“Come on!” you giggled. “Tell me one thing that you want.”
He looked from your touching hands to your curious face, mulling it over cautiously. If he told you what he wanted, it would change everything. So he didn’t say anything.
“We can start with something small,” you suggested, sensing his uncertainty.
Small?
For him, everything that came from you was a big deal.
A kiss…
One like the one you gave him earlier.
Or maybe he could give you one instead. A loving kiss on your temple, or your cheek…
Would you let him kiss your lips?
He pushed those thoughts away. The last thing he wanted was you sending him back to the shelter because he crossed the line.
“Y-you are an actress, right?” he asked instead.
“Yeah,” you confirmed. “I’ve been acting since I was 7.”
“Can we…” he trailed off nervously. “W-watch one of your movies, or something? I mean… a movie you’re in…”
You were expecting him to ask for something you could buy, but this was a good start if you wanted him to be comfortable asking you for things in the future.
“Sure!” you nodded, giving him a reassuring smile. “Do you wanna watch it right now?”
“Yes,” he said quickly, not wanting to say goodnight and part from you just yet.
You gently squeezed his hand before telling him to google a list of your movies and choose one while you made popcorn.
When the movie started, he sat in the opposite corner of the sofa, but as the story progressed and you both became more absorbed in the plot, he moved closer. He touched your arm clumsily, keeping the touch light enough to play it as an accident if you didn’t like it. Instead of questioning him or pushing him away, you opened your arms as an invitation to come even closer. He held his breath as he hesitantly scooted over, and he melted when one of your hands landed on his fluffy hair and scratched his ear carefully.
“Hmm…” he purred, leaning into your touch.
“Good?” you asked sleepily, with your eyes glued to the screen.
“Good,” he whispered, clinging onto you, resting his head on your shoulder, and letting out pleased little sounds.
“Should we do this every week?” you offered.
“Mhmm…”
That was the beginning of you and Jisung’s first routine as ‘roommates’, but more were soon to come. Now, having breakfast together was sacred; Jisung learned to make pancakes and other simple recipes, and he woke up excited to make something to eat together. You always found yourself waking up to the smell of coffee and the soothing view of your hybrid preparing breakfast and humming to little tunes.
He was also getting more comfortable asking for things… and bolder with his words.
‘Is it okay if I decorate my room?’
‘May I go with you?’
‘Would it be too much if I ask for a laptop?’
‘Can some friends come over?’
‘I want to take singing lessons.’
‘Can I sleep with you tonight?’
“What?” you asked while you stood at the doorframe of your bedroom.
“Uh…I asked if… I could sleep w-with you…” stuttered your hybrid, having knocked on your bedroom door late at night.
You looked from him to your king-sized bed, confused. “You want to sleep here?”
He barely nodded, losing his confidence at your hesitation. “T-the neighbors are having a party and… and I hear everything from my window so I c-can-t… It’s kinda hard to sleep…uh… sorry, I shouldn’t have woken you up, I… I’m gonna g-go…”
“Come in,” you murmured.
“What?”
Instead of replying, you opened the door wider as a silent invitation. Jisung’s pulse accelerated as he watched you walk towards your bed and lie down.
“You coming?” you asked when he didn’t move.
Your sleepy voice shouldn’t have made his heart jump like that. As he lay down on the opposite side of the bed, he began to question whether this had been a good idea. Your pillow smelled like your shampoo and he could feel the warmth emanating from your body. And to make things work, his anxiety decided to act up, making him tremble slightly.
“Are you cold, Jisungie?” you asked with a yawn.
“Y-yeah,” he lied. He wasn’t going to admit that the real reason he was shaking was that being in the same bed as you was making him spiral.
“Hmm… come here,” you mumbled, opening your arms just like you did to cuddle when you watched movies together.
Yes, this was no different than watching a movie with you. Just because now you were on a bed, he didn’t need to be this nervous, Jisung told himself as he moved closer. As usual, all tension left his body once he was hugging you. He let out something between a sigh and a moan.
“Thank you…” he breathed out, pulling you closer and impulsively kissing your cheek.
You froze, and you felt his face heat up through the fabric of your pajamas as he hid his face in your chest.
“G-good night!” he said quickly, wondering how believable it would be if he pretended to be snoring right at that moment.
But instead of being mad, you chuckled and kissed the top of his head. “Good night, Jisungie,” you murmured.
He fought the urge to kick his feet like a happy teenage girl with a crush and replayed the sweet interaction in his head until he fell asleep.
One thing about Jisung was that he was a fast learner, but that also meant that if you permitted him to do something once, he assumed it was okay to do it anytime. So he ended up sleeping in your bed so often it became the norm.
He was also more touchy. He caressed your hands and arms absentmindedly whenever you were hanging out, and he had developed the cute habit of kissing your cheek every night before going to sleep (although you could feel his lips trembling as they touched your skin).
You were so proud of how his timid requests became assertive. Now he sounded confident whenever he wanted something because he just knew you would always say yes.
The first time you regretted teaching him how to feel so empowered happened during one of your weekly movie nights.
“I look so dumb!” you whined, looking at yourself playing the role of a sexy spy.
“You look good! Stop saying that!” Jisung laughed, resting his head on your shoulder and hugging you tighter against his chest, between his sprawled legs. This was a cuddling position you naturally adopted when watching movies lately.
“I hated this movie! I never watched it after I finished filming it last year…”
“Why did you hate it so much?” he asked.
“Because it makes no sense! Why would I wear high heels and a tight dress to run and jump out of buildings?!”
He giggled. “But you look amazing,” he murmured sleepily.
You felt your skin warm up a little.
…And this wasn’t the first time.
Now that Jisung was more confident, he found it easier to compliment you when you least expected it. Each compliment made you feel a little hot and bothered, especially when he said them with that voice.
He had never done anything remotely sexual in your presence…
So why were you thinking about Jisung like that?
Was it because of that time he came out of his room shirtless, asking if you had seen his favorite hoodie, and you stared for too long?
Or maybe that one time you scratched his nape and he straight out moaned and asked for more, making you accidentally picture him in a totally different scenario?
Or any other time you kind of perceived him as attractive?
Jisung.
Attractive.
Oh god…
You were attracted to your hybrid.
You were still coming to terms with that realization when you heard a moan–your own moan–coming from the screen.
Oh, no…
No, no, no…
You completely forgot about that scene.
“Shit. Let’s watch something else–” you quickly suggested, trying to stand up to reach for the remote, but Jisung’s arms kept you in place. You looked back as much as you could with the limited movement he allowed you, and you saw his dark eyes looking past you, glued to the lewd scene on the screen. “Jisung, nooo! Don’t look!” you begged, trying to cover his eyes with your hands.
“Stop,” he replied curtly, grabbing your wrists and holding them against your chest with one big hand, while his other arm kept circling your waist. “You said we can watch whatever I want. I want to watch this one.”
A shiver ran down your spine.
His agitated breathing was hot next to your ear, while he kept you still with a gentle yet firm grip and watched you fake pleasure for the camera.
“Wow…” he whispered when your character stepped out of the ridiculously uncomfortable dress to reveal a set of black lingerie.
You had to look away when you saw yourself crawl on top of the middle-aged actor who played the detective. Jisung gulped.
You knew what was coming: An unnecessarily long scene full of close-ups of your tits bouncing with exaggerated screams to appeal to the male audience.
You let out a small whimper. “This is so embarrassing…” you mumbled, defeated.
“Shh. I told you you look good,” Jisung cooed, kissing your shoulder (something he had never done before) to comfort you. “Fuck…”
And that was the first time he ever cursed in front of you. He used to mind his actions and words around you, looking for your approval. But now, after months living together and you giving him everything he asked for and praising him all the time… he was letting loose.
“Oh…” he moaned quietly when you shifted awkwardly and something poked your lower back. He gulped before moving his own hips subtly, but too skillfully to be an accident.
“J-jisung!” you yelped when you finally snapped out of it and twisted your body around with difficulty to look at him. “Wait– No!”
“...No?” he repeated, the word sounding foreign coming from your lips. Since he first became part of your life, you had always told him there were no rules he needed to worry about. You never got mad at him when he accidentally broke something or made a mess in the kitchen. Neither did you deny him any of his requests. You had even gone as far as to promise him that you would give him anything he wanted.
Anything.
One time, he did some research on the most ridiculously costly PC equipment to exist and asked you to buy it for him. Hell, he didn’t even want it, but he wanted to see if you would follow through. You did. No questions asked. You just handed him your credit card and said ‘Sure’ like it was nothing.
And it wasn’t only about money. Whenever he had asked for other things, such as holding hands, cuddling, and napping together, you said yes every time.
Why would you say no to him now? You always let him do whatever he wanted, so what was wrong? He thought you two had a little something going on, even if none of you dared to say it. He had seen your ears turn red whenever he told you you were pretty. He knew you checked him out whenever he walked around with little clothes… that’s why he did it (Haechan’s idea).
He heard your voice crack when you told him to get dressed… and there was that time he was so sure you smelled aroused when he let you feel up the lean muscles he had been working out for.
Was he wrong?
Had he crossed the line?
His eyes went from lidded and dreamy to wide and panicked.
“I mean–” you tried to calm yourself and him down when you saw his expression. “Okay, hold on. Let’s clarify: what do you want exactly?”
He bit his lip and looked down, just like he did when he had first arrived at your home and didn’t trust you enough to speak up.
“I won’t be mad,” you assured him. “You know you can tell me anything, right? Have I ever been mad at you?”
He shook his head slowly.
“See? There’s nothing to be afraid of. Now tell me, what do you want?”
For a few seconds, he was quiet, letting the lewd sounds of the movie fill the room.
Then, he moved his hips only a little, just enough to chaff against your ass. Despite the lack of force, the gesture was clear.
“This,” he mumbled, thrusting again, this time a little harder, to make his point. “... No?” he asked again, like a kid who was being denied a cookie.
You opened your mouth in shock, but no words came out. What were you supposed to say when your cute hybrid, whom you had been secretly checking out, politely asked to hump you while watching a soft porno of you?
…To be fair, it was not his fault that he got hard. The movie was intended for a male audience, and Jisung was, after all, a man. It was your fault for letting him watch it.
If he was turned on because of you… It was only logical to help him feel better, right?
You were just taking responsibility for your mistake.
At least that’s what you told yourself.
It was easier than admitting you were doing it because you finally got some non-platonic physical touch from the man who had been making you feel flustered for weeks.
Instead of replying, you moved, pressing your ass against his hardened shaft and holding in a whimper at how hot it felt.
He gasped, looking down to see the point where thin layers of fabric stopped his cock from entering you.
“S-so… yes?” he asked hopefully. “Master, is that a yes?”
Of course. Your well-behaved hybrid always needed verbal confirmation to be sure.
“Yes,” you whispered. “But only this, ok?”
He sighed, and his hands reached for your hips. He looked back at the screen and kept rutting lazily. “T-thank you… Thank you, master…”
You pressed your thighs together and shut your eyes closed, embarrassed at the entire situation. His tiny gasps were making you so wet you worried you would leave a stain on the sofa. You took a deep breath in. All you had to do was stay still and wait for him to finish… by the way his hips stuttered, you knew it wouldn’t take him long.
“There’s one thing I find stupid about this movie,” he suddenly said, making your heart drop. You weren’t ready for him to tell you how ridiculous you looked now. Thankfully, he said: “That guy. He shouldn’t be part of the scene… he ruins the whole mood.”
You opened your eyes and stared at the still-going sex scene. There it was: a quick cut of your coworker grunting, covered in oil that was supposed to imitate sweat. You couldn’t help but laugh a little.
“How was I supposed to do that scene then?” you asked. “Should I have just bounced on an empty bed?”
He laughed too. It was the first time you two ever spoke about something like sex…and it was surprisingly chill, if you ignored his dick still humping your ass.
“Honestly? That would have been better,” he snickered, and then he groaned when the camera panned on the man again. “Gross, I don’t wanna see the sweaty dude. Can the camera go back to you?” he whined.
“Then don’t look?” you offered, suddenly feeling playful. “The actress is right here with you. You don’t have to watch the screen to see me.”
The sudden realization hit him.
“Yeah…” he sighed, and he finally stopped watching the dumb movie to rest his forehead on your shoulder. “You’re right here…”
Your warm body against his, and your shampoo-scented hair tickling his cheek, made him feel at home. You were his home.
If he could feel just a little bit more, it would be perfect, he told himself, pausing his movements.
“Jisung?” you asked, trying to control your ragged breathing. You were enjoying yourself a little too much and were disappointed that he stopped… but the disappointment was replaced with a surprised yelp when you felt skin against skin, hot, hard, and wet. His member slid under your shirt. “Oh my god…” you breathed out. “Is that…?”
He hummed, nosing your neck and placing a chaste kiss on it before resuming his swift movements, letting you feel his cock on the bare skin of your lower back. “Master… this is okay too, right? It f-feels amazing…”
How could you say no when he asked like that? When he told you it felt that good? When he was spreading precum on your skin? When he was moaning and calling you ‘master’ with that insanely raspy voice?
“It’s...okay,” you panted and a little moan escaped you, which didn’t go past him.
“I like that sound…” he admitted, his thrusts still slow but sensual. “Can I hear it again?”
“Jisung…” you whined instead, covering your face with your palms, mortified.
“Please, master…” he begged next to your ear. “Please,” he repeated, and then he nibbled on your earlobe, successfully making you release something between a gasp and a moan. He couldn’t stop himself; he let out a small “Ah…!” and spilled on your back, hugging you tightly as his cock twitched.
He sighed and his hands caressed your hips in soothing circles… and then wandered to the hem of your shorts. Your breath got caught in your throat…
And your phone rang.
You jumped up and ran to the shelf where you had left it.
“Hello?” you answered nervously.
“Hey, girl. You busy? Sorry, I just really need your help…” said Vernon’s tipsy voice.
“Uh…” you hesitated, looking back at the disheveled appearance of your hybrid, with rosy cheeks, unfocused eyes, legs spread wide open exposing his…“Nope. Not busy at all. What’s up?”
“Thank god. Hoshi’s wasted, like… dancing on top of the table type of wasted and we can’t convince him to leave with us. But maybe you could? You know how every time he sees you he goes ‘Is this famous actress Y/N L/N?’ and follows you around like a puppy?”
You snorted. “Let me get my keys and I’ll pick you guys up.”
“Oh, no, I was thinking you could just talk to him on the phone. I know you’re having roomie time with Jisung tonight…”
“NO! I mean… it’s totally fine, really. I’ll pick you up!” you insisted, and then turned to Jisung. “J-jisungie, I have to go out for a bit. You don’t need to wait up for me, okay?” you told him, using your acting skills to mask your awkwardness.
“Uh… okay…?” he replied, like he was just waking up from a dream.
You did not convince Hoshi to go home. You didn’t even try. Instead, you joined the party, much to Seungkwan’s frustration, and you tried to make it last as long as you could so that you didn’t have to face Jisung.
You felt guilty when you entered your room at 5 A. M. and saw him hugging your pillow.
“Master…?” He mumbled sleepily when he noticed you, his arms reaching out for you. “You’re back. Did you have fun?”
“Mhm,” you nodded nervously and let him cuddle you, hoping he couldn’t hear your heartbeat.
“Missed you,” he whispered.
“Me too…” You admitted.
That’s what you said, but then why did you start acting so distant after that? Jisung couldn’t understand: you had kissed his cheek, held his hand, cuddled and even let him hump you, but now you had started spending more time outside, coming home late (and sometimes not coming home at all), and sitting as far away from him as possible when you watched your weekly movie.
…Oh god…
Had he crossed the line that night??
You said it was okay.
You gave him permission.
You moaned.
What did he do wrong?
Was it because you didn’t cum or because he didn’t clean you up after he finished?
He was planning on taking care of those things, but you had left so fast–
“Jisungie?” your sweet voice made him jump.
“Y-yeah?”
“I was asking you what you wanted to eat this weekend. The chef is asking so they can prepare the ingredients in advance.”
“We… have a chef now?” he asked, confused. You had the money for a chef, but you preferred to cook your own food, so this was new.
“Uh… just for the weekend. I’m going on a trip, remember? I don’t want you eating more frozen food…”
“Ah… your trip…” he murmured, looking down at his now cold plate of pasta. “Tell them that anything is fine.”
“Are you sure?” you insisted. “You haven’t been eating much lately…”
Your worried tone made him cringe. You sounded like a pet owner again. Like when you first met and you weren’t close. It was almost condescending.
“I’m sure. Have fun,” he said curtly.
It stung. You knew he noticed your absence recently, and it broke your heart to pull away when he hadn’t done anything wrong. You were just awkward and didn’t know how to address… whatever that had been.
“Do you wanna come with me?” you asked before you could think about it.
“What?” he asked, looking up with surprised, wide eyes, but there was a tiny sparkle of hope in them.
“You could come with me. The hotel is fully booked, but my suite is big enough for both of us.”
For a second, he looked excited, but then his ears flattened. “No, it’s ok. I don’t want to bother you.”
No, no, no. You hated this. He was acting like when you first adopted him: nervous and distant.
“What, you wanna bring your girlfriends home while I’m not here? ”
His eyes widened. “NO! I don’t have–” he stopped when he saw you smirking.
“It’s fine,” you faked a sigh. “I guess you don’t wanna be seen with a smoking hot actress.”
He laughed. He finally laughed.
“I don’t know,” he joked, too, catching on. “What would my fans think?”
“I’ll help you prepare your statement for the press,” you shrugged. “I’ve been in all types of scandals.”
He pretended to mull it over. “Is there gonna be a jacuzzi?”
You nodded. “And an open bar.”
“Then I'd better start packing.”
Things were starting to go back to normal. You laughed and held hands during the flight, the awkwardness between you long forgotten. He wasn’t joking about wanting to use a jacuzzi; jumping in it was the first thing he did when you entered the suite, and, after some convincing (him giving you puppy eyes), you joined him.
There was no denying the closeness (and nakedness) brought your nerves back. You had chosen a one-piece swimsuit that didn’t cover as much as you had hoped, and Jisung was staring. You knew because your eyes kept meeting whenever you checked him out too, which was unavoidable when he was shirtless and wet and sitting so close to you. He looked like he belonged to this world, holding a glass of champagne and occasionally munching on some grapes that were on a tray next to the tub.
“So…” you joked, trying to break the ice. “How do you like traveling like the rich do?”
He smirked. “It’s alright. This room is decent. And the company is not too bad.”
“Not too bad?” you scoffed. “Should I be feeding you those grapes myself to be a worthy companion?”
He shrugged. “I wouldn’t say no to that.”
You laughed. “Okay then,” you said, sitting closer and reaching for a grape. “Here, eat this.”
“Ask nicely,” he said, with a fake arrogant tone.
You let out a gasp, playing along. “Jisung!”
He laughed, but the sound got stuck in his throat when you grabbed his jaw and forced him to look your way. You were hovering, almost sitting on his lap, looking into his eyes and pressing a single grape on his lips.
“Open your mouth,” you commanded.
He parted his lips slowly, allowing the fruit to slip into his mouth. He savored it and licked his lips, looking at you with dilated pupils.
“Want another one, your majesty?” you asked sarcastically, relaxing the hand on his jaw to then brush the wet hair out of his face.
He nodded.
“Use your words.”
“Yes, master,” he whispered.
You fed him another one, and he sighed in delight.
“I spoil you too much, Jisungie,” you said, still caressing his hair.
“Love it when you spoil me,” he confessed.
“Do you?” you asked, reaching for another grape.
“Hmm… yes…” he moaned when you scratched his ear.
“Then why are you being such a brat?”
He shook his head. “Never! I’m good–hmph!” he managed to say before another grape was shoved past his lips.
“Is that so? Are you my good boy?”
His eyes almost rolled back at the nickname. “Y-yes…” he said after he swallowed.
You chuckled, reaching for another grape, but he stopped you by gently grabbing your wrist and pulling you closer.
He was breathing heavily, and you could feel his quick pulse where your hand was pressed on his chest.
“W-what is it, Jisungie?” you asked, noticing your own pulse had accelerated too.
He just gulped and stared at your lips hungrily.
And then you were kissing him. It started with a soft peck, and then you pulled back expectantly to see his reaction. His mouth chased yours unconsciously, and he gave you an equally sweet peck. Then your lips fit together for a kiss that became desperate, between moans and teeth clashing. You caressed his chest, and he whined, hugging your waist to force you onto his lap. He gasps at the weight of your barely covered body on his crotch, and he has to rest his head on the edge of the bathtub because the pleasure mixed with the hot temperature of the water was making him dizzy.
“You okay, baby?” you asked, kissing his jaw.
‘Baby,’ he thought to himself, trying to regain some strength.’That’s me. She’s kissing me’.
“Haa… f-fuck…” he panted. “I’m… okay…”
You hesitated. He looked like he was about to pass out. “Are you sure–?”
Knock knock!
You jumped at the unexpected sound, but Jisung was too preoccupied mouthing your neck between gasps.
“Yes?” you yell towards the door.
“Y/N? Are you guys ready? We were supposed to meet at the lobby 20 minutes ago!” Seungkwan yelled back.
“Fuck,” you murmured. “Wait–hmph!”
Jisung’s lips were on yours again, and when you tried to push him away, he bit your lower lip with a groan.
“No,” he breathed out. “Let’s… stay… haa… here…” he said.
… And then his body went lax.
“Ji?” you called. “Jisung?” you insisted, slapping his cheek gently. “Shit… SEUNGKWAN!” you shrieked, stepping out of the jacuzzi clumsily.
“What?!” he asked from the other side of the door, panic evident in his voice.
You tried to pull Jisung out of the tub, but he was heavy, and he seemed too dazed to cooperate. So you ran to the door and opened it quickly.
“SEUNGKWAN!”
“WHAT. WHAT’S WRONG?” he screamed, holding your arms as soon as he could see you, checking your body for any injury.
“JISUNG!” was all you could say, leading your friend to the jacuzzi. “Help me!!”
You got to the tub right in time to see him sinking in the water. With a shriek, Seungkwan grabbed onto him and, together, you managed to drag him out.
“What’s wrong with him?”
“I don’t know!” you said honestly.
“Should I call an ambulance?”
“Master…?” Jisung whispered, blinking slowly.
“Oh, my god. Jisungie? I’m here, Jisungie,” you said, holding his hand.
“...Kiss me…more?” he managed to say, with a weak smile.
You blushed and slowly looked up to see your unimpressed friend glaring at you.
“You know what? I don’t wanna know. You have 10 minutes to get ready or I’m going for dinner without you,” he said with a huff before he stood up and left the room.
Jisung was too weak to go out, so you ended up leaving him in bed, with some water and a sports drink. He pouted, but you promised him you wouldn’t be back too late.
“Finally!” Vernon said when you showed up at the lobby. “I’m starving!”
“Sorry! I had to take care of something–”
“Sure you did,” Seungkwan murmured.
“I’m starving too!” you exclaimed with fake excitement. “What should we eat?”
“Thought you ate already,” Seungkwan said sassily.
You sighed. It was going to be an awkward dinner.
“So, you and Jisung are official?” Vernon asked while munching on his food after Seungkwan told him everything despite your pleas.
“Maybe…? I don’t know… We just kissed a little,” you said.
“You got him so worked up he fainted,” Seungkwan said.
“It was his first time in a jacuzzi,” you mumbled.
Vernon snorted. “Sorry, your boy’s cute, but lowkey a loser.”
You and Seungkwan couldn’t help but laugh too.
“He’s adorable,” Seungkwan admitted with a sigh. “He was so sweet, asking her for a kiss when he could barely move. I need to get myself a man like that.”
“I’m literally here?” Vernon ( his manager and boyfriend) countered.
“So you’re not mad at me anymore?” you asked Seungkwan.
“I wasn’t mad at you… you scared the shit out of me, that’s all…” Seungkwan took a sip of his margarita and then he added: “And, well… to be honest, I was afraid you were taking advantage of him…”
The color drained from your face “...What?” you croaked.
“Bro…” Vernon stopped eating and glared at his boyfriend, apprehensively. “What are you even saying?”
“I know! I know she wouldn’t… But you know how things are with hybrids in most cases. Too many of our actor coworkers have adopted hybrids to get them high and use them as fuck toys. I overheard this bitch saying she had given a heat-inducing drug to her cat hybrid to get him to fuck her. The hybrid refused to touch her, so she beat him up and sent him back to the shelter.”
You remained silent and Seungkwan quickly tried to fix it.
“I trust you! We know Jisung too, so we know he’s been crazy about you for a while now. It’s obvious that you both like each other and that your relationship has developed healthily– I just… got startled when I saw him so lost and weak… I’ve seen hybrids looking like that before and it’s always for terrible reasons… How was I supposed to know he got overwhelmed by a kiss and being in a jacuzzi?! What I mean is… Sorry for doubting you, Y/N.”
You nodded slowly. “I get it. I know bad things happen to hybrids adopted by celebrities all the time…”
“Hey, Y/N,” Vernon said, reaching for your hand. “You are not like those people. Jisung is very happy with you, okay?”
Seungkwan nodded.
You smiled timidly. You knew what Jisung and you had was consensual. He was happy and he made you happy, so everything was okay.
“Weird question, does Jisung have heats?” Vernon asked casually.
You choked on your drink. “I don’t… know? I don’t think so…”
“Ok, cool. Just curious,” he shrugged, calling the waiter to order another round.
You got back to the hotel a little later than expected and Jisung was sleeping comfortably on the bed. You climbed on it quietly, not wanting to wake him up, but as soon as you lay down with your back towards him, he hugged your waist gently.
“Missed you,” he whispered, like he did every time you came back to him too late at night.
“Missed you too,” you replied. “...Hey, Ji… Can I ask you something?”
He hummed.
“Do you ever… go into heat?”
He tensed behind you.
“N-no… female hamsters do, though. Us males are sensitive to the females’ heat…”
“Oh…” you replied. Well, you weren’t a female hamster, so you probably had no effect–
“In your case…” he continued, folding under zero pressure. “I g-guess I’m a little sensitive to your uh…ovulation?”
“Oh,” you repeated dumbly. “...I’m ovulating now…”
“...I know…”
“How does it affect you?” you asked hoarsely.
“...Makes me wanna… do things…” he murmured.
“W-what things?”
For a few seconds he didn’t reply. Just when you were about to tell him to forget you asked and go to sleep, he pulled you closer.
“If I tell you… will you let me do those things?”
“...Yeah…”
He gulped before he stuttered. “W-wanna do that thing we did…”
“Kissing?”
You felt him shake his head. “ That too, but I mean—The thing we did… when we watched your movie…”
“Oh… Dry humping?” you asked, grazing his crotch with your ass. “Like this?”
“Hmm… y-yes,” he nodded. “B-but… can you turn around?” he asked nervously.
You swallowed a mortified groan. Yes, you were kissing with little clothes in the jacuzzi earlier, but that had been spontaneous. This was slower, which gave you more time to overthink what was happening.
“No?” he asked softly. “You don’t want to…?”
“I do!” you said quickly, not wanting him to get the wrong idea. “I’ll… I’ll turn around…” you mumbled, clumsily turning to face his expectant pretty face. You looked into each other’s eyes as he carefully placed his palm on the small of your back, moving his hips to meet yours. You gasped when his clothed member grazed your clit.
“Like this it feels good for you too, right?” He asked hopefully.
You nodded, moving your body experimentally to match his movements and he let out the tiniest moan.
“Can I kiss you?” he panted, dangerously close to your mouth, his question a mere fromallity. “You said… haa… I c-can…”
You couldn’t bring yourself to form a coherent answer so you fulfilled his wish and kissed him. He sighed shakily and kissed you back, snapping his hips against your crotch. Though the stimulation was more than gratifying, the position was a little awkward. At least that’s what you assumed went through Jisung’s mind when he grabbed your leg and pulled it over his waist, allowing for a better angle.
You let out a surprised moan and he halted his thrusts and kisses.
“S-sorry, I should have asked…” he swallowed and spoke with difficulty. “Can I…uh… touch your leg?” he asked, but is fingertinps were digging into your thigh, unconsciously refusing to let go. “I uh… understand if you wanna stop… though I really hope you don’t because I really like doing these things with you—” his incoherent explanation was cut short by his shocked gasp when you flipped both of you so he was on his back with you on top.
He looked like the perfect prey like that. His glossy eyes widened, his mouth slightly ajar letting out aroused little sounds, disheveled hair and ears perked up expectantly. His hands rested on each side of his head obediently, not daring to touch anything until you explicitly allowed it.
“Shh, Ji…” you breathed out, trying to regain some composure. “There’s nothing to be anxious about. Have I ever been mad at you?”
He shook his head quickly.
“Good boy,” you praised sweetly, feeling his clothed cock twitch under you. “Just enjoy this, okay?” you instructed.
He tried to nod, but as soon as you started gyrating your hips slowly he became a babbling mess again. “M-master… yes, master…”
You chuckled. “You keep calling me that, even in this situation?”
“Huh?” he asked dumbly.
“When are you gonna call me by my name?”
The red in his face became darker and he shook his head energetically. “I c-could never… disrespect you– ah! Like…that… haa…”
“Using me for pleasure is not disrespectful?” you teased.
He gasped, trying to sit up, but you pushed him back, placing your hands on his chest and rutting faster.
“AH! M-mast— so sorry… not using…haa.. I’m n-not using y- Oh!”
“Aren’t you?”
“No! Haa… haa… p-please, I– I respect you, I–Hmm… I love you so mu–Aaah!”
You almost lost your balance at the last sentence. You stopped moving and he whimpered.
“Master…” he sobbed, having his orgasm stolen from him. “I’ll b-be good, please don’t stop… don’t…”
You could think about his spontaneous confession later. First you really needed to see your beautiful hybrid cum. So you started moving again, this time grinding hard.
He arched his back. “Haa! Haa… Thank you… Master, thank y–Aah! Ah… haa… ah…”
The view was beautiful: His veiny hands held onto the wrinkled sheets, and tears threatened to escape his eyes as he trashed under you, overwhelmed by pleasure. Something seemed to switch in his brain in these circumstances, because the usually timid hybrid, couldn’t stop running his mouth.
“S-so good… master’s warmth feels… ooh… amazing…” he mumbled as he tried to focus his dazed eyes on where your crotches made contact. “Ooh… yes, yes… h-harder…”
“A-are you trying to tell me what to do?” you asked, making a poor atempt of a dominant tone.
“No! Sorry, sorry…” he yelped, panicking. “I d-didn’t mean too… I’m just… so close…”
“Yeah?” you gulped, ignoring the constant pulsing feeling on your clit. “Wanna cum?”
He nodded. “Please?”
You kissed him lovingly so he wouldn’t see you smiling like an simp, and then you bounced on him harder, like he wanted.
“Ah! Ah! Oh… Oooh you’re so good to me, m-aah… master… haa….” he managed to say in between fervent kisses. “Gonna cum… f-fuck… master, I’m gonna cum…”
You gasped when at the new wetness in your pajama pants as he came with a silent moan, his cock and whole body spasming with pleasure. You slowed down, riding him slowly to help him come down from his high, caressing his face and kissing the tears away.
“How are you feeling?” you asked when he calmed down a little.
“Did… did you cum?” he croaked, instead of answering your question.
You chuckled. “Don’t worry about it, Jisungie,” you said getting up.
“Wait!” he said, fighting the dizziness to sit up. “Let’s keep going.”
You looked at his trembling figure and couldn’t help but laugh a little. “Jisung… You can’t keep going. You’re still too weak from what happened in the jacuzzi.”
He whined. “Please, come back here.”
You ignored his request to go get him a wet towel and change of clothes. When you came back, he kissed your neck to get you in the mood again, but you pushed him away gently. “Ji.”
“I just wanna make you cum,” he pouted. “I can use my fingers. You like my fingers, right? You always stare at my hands.”
You cleared your throat. “You have nice hands,” you conceded. “But they are shaking. It’s not that I don’t want you Jisung, but you need to rest. We can try another time.”
“Tomorrow,” he suggested quickly.
“I have a busy day tomorrow,” you reminded him.
“Then when?”
“I… I don’t know. Next time.”
His pouty face was adorable, so you giggled and kissed his cheek. “Let’s get you cleaned up, ok?”
“I can do it myself,” he mumbled, grabbing the towel. “You’ve already done way more than I deserve tonight.”
“Don’t be dramatic, Ji,” you laughed, walking to the restroom to shower. “If it makes you feel better, I was really close.” you said before getting in and closing the door.
Jisung stared at the restroom door blankly and then he groaned. That actually had made him feel worse. So that night he went to bed with a plan: giving you the most mindblowing orgasm as soon as you woke up. Exept that next morning you woke up before he did, leaving him alone with a note and a tray with breakfast on the nightstand.
Immediately he reached for his phone and called you.
“Morning, Ji!” you answered cheerfully.
“M-morning. Where are you?”
“I had to meet with the director this morning.” you explained. “Now I’m having brunch with Vernon, waiting for Seungkwan to finish with his hair appointment.”
“Can I join?” he asked, starting to get out of bed.
“Oh, Jisungie… We have more meetings scheduled today. You know my new movie is coming up.”
“Oh… Yeah, I get it,” he murmured. “Then when can I see you?”
“I’ll drop by before the the event at night to change clothes! I’m so sorry I didn’t take you anywhere fun…”
“No,” he said quickly. “It’s ok. You’re here for work. I’m grateful enough you brought me along… and I got to try a jacuzzi, though it didn’t go as planned,” he joked. “I’ll see you later, then,” he added before he hung up.
He munched on his breakfast unenthusiastically as he came to terms with the fact that he wouldn’t get to spend time with you on this trip. He didn’t lie when he said he was grateful, but in the back of his brain there was a distant voice saying that maybe being a hybrid sucked. He huffed, pushing that thought away. He had no excuse to be bitter: last night you had literally made him cum so hard his fingertips kept tingling in the morning. So he would take what he could, and if that meant he had to stay in the room and watch a boring TV show while you were at some fancy event with handsome actors, then so be it.
But much to his surprise, there was a change of plans.
“Get up! You need to get ready,” you said energetically as soon as you walked in that evening.
“Huh? Ready for what?” he asked, turning the TV off.
“You’re coming to the event with me!” you exclaimed, showing him an expensive looking black suit.
He just looked at the suit, speechless.
“You don’t like it? I bought the black one because I wasn’t sure you would feel comfortable with other colors…”
“N-no! I mean, yes, it’s nice…” he said.
“But?” you asked apprehensively.
“Is it really okay for me to go? I thought it was only for actors…”
“Well…yes, but I asked the host and they said you could come… But if you feel uncomfortable, you don’t have to come. I just felt bad I didn’t get to spend much time with you, and we’re leaving tomorrow…”
“It doesn’t make me uncomfortable!” he assured you, though his voice cracked. The idea of attending such an event made him a little anxious, but that meant he would be with you. “I want to go with you.”
“Yaay!” you jumped a little and kissed his cheek, giving him his new clothes and rushing him into the restroom. “I’ll change clothes too. We need ot be ready by 8, okay?”
“Okay!” he yelled back from the restroom, trying to match your cheerful tone, but god was he getting nervous, but god was he getting nervous at the thought of spending the night surrounded by rich and successful men who could steal you away. Actually, now that he thought about it, that was a good reason to go with you: to ensure your safety and that no other man than him (and Seungkwan and Vernon, because he knew them. And maybe that Hoshi guy, because he saw the video of him drunk and he seemed like a decent guy) would approach you. That would be his mission…
Which he forgot all about when he stepped out to see you wearing a a long backless dress.
“You’re so beautiful…” he blurted out.
“Ji… Wow… You… Do you know how hot you look right now?” you replied.
“I… look hot?!” he asked, astonished. You had called him cute a thousand times, but never hot. Holy shit.
“Yeah… I don’t think I want other actresses to see you now,” you teased.
“Then we could stay here,” he suggested.
“Nice try,” you laughed. “Let’s go. The guys are waiting.”
“You brought Jisung?!” Seungkwan hissed when he saw you two at the lobby. “Are you insane?!”
“It was my idea,” Vernon said.
Seungkwan couldn’t believe his ears. “And you thought this idea of yours was… good?”
Jisung’s ears flattened. “Sorry, I can go back to my room…”
“No!” Seungkwan said quickly. “Nothing against you, Jisung. You look fantastic by the way. I just worry about your safety.”
“My safety?”
“He’ll be fine,” Vernon said, rolling his eyes. “What’s the worst that could happen?”
“Baby,” in spite of the nickname, there was no sweetness in Seungkwan’s voice. “This is like introducing a girl to a forum of incel gamers, or a child TO THE VATICAN CHURCH!”
“I’ll keep him safe!” you said quickly, hushing your friend. “And we’ll stay for an hour at most.”
Jisung liked that plan. He could do an hour at a boring event. If he was lucky, you wouldn’t be too sleepy and you two could continue what you had started the night before. But one hour felt like an eternity when everybody was looking at him. Jisung kind of understood… he was after all the only one with fluffy ears. It hadn’t crossed his mind that he would be the only hybrid, and even if it had, he wouldn’t have thought it was an issue, because you had never treated him differently for it. Everything was so natural with you, he forgot that not everyone saw him… as a person.
“Jisung?” you asked, snapping him out of his thoughts.
“Hm?”
“I asked if you would be okay if I left you alone for a minute. The director wants to introduce me to someone.”
“Oh, yeah. Sure. I’m fine,” he said, fighting the need to cling onto your arm and beg you not to leave him alone. The last thing he wanted was to be a burden while you were working.
You squeezed his hand and bit your lip. You knew him well enough to know he was not okay. “Wait here. I’ll go get one of the guys to stay with you, okay? Don’t move,” you instructed, walking away quickly to find your friends.
Jisung nodded and mentally thanked you. At least he would be with someone he knew. All he had to do was avoid strangers for 1 minute–
“What a cute little thing,”a sultry voice said behind him.
He jumped and turned around nervously. “Pardon me?”
“Your ears are adorable,” a woman in a red dress said, smiling at him.
He tensed. He wasn’t sure if she was complimenting him or laughing at him. But he had to behave.
“Thank you,” he said, hoping the conversation would end there.
“What are you?” the woman asked casually, taking a sip of his cocktail.
“...What?”
“What type of hybrid are you?” she clarified, scanning him, looking at his behind to look for, what he thought, was the small tail he was hiding under his clothes.
Jisung was sure what she was doing was considered rude. But again, he chose to be civile. “A cricetulus barabensis,” he said. “A hamster,” he paraphrased at the woman’s confused face.
“Oh! Delectable!” he exclaimed. “I’ve never tried one of those!”
“Uh…” Jisung looked around, looking for you or the guys, or anyone that wasn’t this lady really.
“Are you here with someone? Or did the host hire you?” she continued.
“Hire me?”
“Oh, you know,” she laughed. “For the after party,” she whispered into his ear. She either didn’t notice how uncomfortable he was or she didn’t care.
“No one hired me,” he said, taking a step back and trying to keep calm. “I’m here with my master.”
“Master? Oh, my!” she gasped and placed a hand on her chest. “I never got that bastard to call me that. You’re very well-behaved.”
Jisung didn’t know what to reply to that, so he gave her a short nod.
“I’m sure you keep your owner very satisfied,” she continued.
That got Jisung’s attention. He wasn’t loving the conversation, but he still felt bad about not making you cum the night before. “I…try to…” he said.
“Oh, sweetheart,” she cooed. “It’s hard to know how to please someone at first, isn’t it?”
Jisung wasn’t sure they were talking about the same topic. And if they did, then he wasn’t sure it was okay to discuss it in public so casually. Still, he nodded.
“If they return you, you could always come home with me,” she offered.
“Return me…?” he asked, barely above a whisper.
“Don’t feel too bad about it, sweetheart,” she said, grazing over his arm. “Some hybrids are not compatible with their owners. We acquire you because you have needs, and if those needs aren’t satisfied, then it’s for the best to end the agreement,” she explained.
Needs. Satisfied.
You had given Jisung everything for months, and he hadn’t made you cum once. He wanted to throw up.
“Oh, dear, you don’t look too well. Let me get you a drink–”
“Back off, Camilla. He’s taken,” Vernon’s voice said, standing between the two.
She laughed. “You and Boo got a new toy?”
Instead of engaging, Vernon grabbed Jisung and walked away. “You okay?” he asked.
Jisung shook his head, so Vernon took him outside to get some air.
“Did she do something to you?” he asked once the hybrids cheek recovered their natural color.
“No…”
“Did she say something, then?”
Jisung shook his head. “She was just…weird, I guess…”
“She’s batshit crazy, that one,” Vernon agreed. “She returned her last hybrid.”
Jisung gulped. Returned.
“Guys!” you called. Jisung’s ears perked up immediately and he almost smiled, but then he saw you accompanied by a muscular guy who was too close to his liking. The annoying voice in Jisung’s head told him that such a man could surely satisfy you and wouldn’t be returned… because humans don’t get returned. The man told you something and hugged you before going back inside, and you made your way to your friend and your hybrid.
“Jisungie, are you okay? Vernon texted me–”
“I wanna leave,” Jisung said curtly. “Please,” he added, because he didn’t mean to snap at you.
You stared at him in shock, and then looked at Vernon, who gave you a sympathetic smile.
“I’ll call us a taxi,” you said, dialing on your phone.
“Thank you,” Jisung said in spite of the rage he was feeling. Because he was your good hybrid. He was well-behaved.
The ride to the hotel was uncomfortably quiet. You could tell Jisung wansn’t ready to talk about it yet, so you didn’t ask him anything, giving him space to cool down. You sighed, relieved when he grabbed your hand once you got off the vehicle, but his touch wasn’t the usual gentle one. He was holding your hand firmly, almost posessively, as he dragged you to the suite.
What was even more out of character was that once you both were in the suite he was all over you, not in a sweet cuddly way, but in a feral way. He had you pinned on the door, kissing you, devouring you like he owned you.
“Ji…haa… w-what…?” you stuttered, bewildered at the sudden change.
“Gonna make you cum,” he declared, nibbling on your neck.
“Hold on…” you hesitated. Where was this coming from?
“Shh…”
“J-jisung… Are you drunk?” you whisper-shouted, trying to put some distance between you.
He scoffed. “I wish. If I was drunk I wouldn’t be so pissed.”
“Why are you angry with me?” you asked, nervously.
He took a deep breath and exhaled, reminding himself that you hadn’t done anything wrong. “I’m not angry with you. Okay?” he waited until you nodded to continue caressing your body, sucking on your collarbones like he was starving. But right when he slid his hand under your dress, you stopped him.
“W-wait. Let me take care of you,” you offered. You had good intentions. Something was clearly bothering him, so you thought he needed some relief. Naturally, you would be happy to help him get that relief, but you didn’t get the reaction you were expecting.
The hybrid who would normally fold and beg for your touch looked furious. He grabbed your wrists and pinned them over your head with one hand, while the other continued its way into your panties, immediately getting his fingers soaked.
“Jisung!” you moaned.
“Feels good?” he asked, collecting your wetness to rub on your clit.
Your legs shook and you bit your lip.
“Tell me, master. I need to know how to please you,” he commanded.
You nodded urgently.
“Use your words,” he spoke through gritted teeth, suddenly inserting his middle finger inside, while still caressing your clit with his thumb.
“F-fuh…fuck!” you sobbed. “Feels good…ah…Jisungie…”
“See? You could have been using me all this time.”
“Wha– AH!” You screamed when he slid two fingers inside of you.
“Turns out everyone’s been banging their hybrids like blow-up dolls except you, huh?” he muttered more to himself than to you, fingering you at a pace that was bringing you close to your climax embarrassingly fast. “First you let me cum on your back and then you treat me like a baby. What the fuck are we even doing?”
“I wanted… oh… wanted t-to take care of y-you…”
“Can’t I take care of you too?” he asked, rhetorically. More like a challenge. Not like you could reply when you could taste your orgasm.
“Jisungie…” you breathed out.
“Shit, that’s it… gonna cum?”
You moaned the most erotic ‘yeah’ he had ever heard, so he had to remind himself that he was trying to make you cum so that he wouldn’t release a load in his new pants.
“Let go,” he commanded, though he sounded out of breath. “Cum nice and hard on my fingers, yeah?”
You did. You even hit the back of your head with the door when you threw your head back because of the intensity of your orgasm. You kicked your legs and moaned pathetically as Jisung kept playing with your clit. He was dazzled feeling you squeeze his fingers like you couldn’t get enough. You really came while he was fingering you. He made you cum.
He let out a long, relieved breath, took his hand out of your panties carefully and let go of your wrists so he could hug you delicately.
“...Are you okay?” he asked, burying his face in the crook of your neck.
“I’m… okay…” you breathed out, hugging him back. “Are you okay?”
He shrugged. “Sorry I was mean…”
“You weren’t mean,” you assured him. “Just… different. But I need to know what happened.”
He didn’t want to talk about it, but he knew you deserved to know why he had gone full beast mode on you. “Heard someone saying hybrids got adopted for…sex… got a little nervous that I wans’t being really useful… and you would send me back….”
“WHAT?” you shrieked, pushing his shoulders just enough to see his face. “I did not adopt you to be my fuck toy.”
“I know,” he said simply. “I just needed some reassurance.”
“Oh, Ji,” you cooed, kissing him with utter devotion. “I would never send you back.”
“Promise me.”
“I promise,” you said, bringing him close again for a hug. After a minute of silence and you scratching his nape, he spoke again:
“Did you actually cum?”
You bursted out laughing. “Yes. I did. Thank you for that.”
He raised his head and looked at you with a barely contained smile.
“Can I see?” he asked.
“...See what?”
“What I did,” he replied naturally, letting his hands find the hem of your dress to lift it again.
“NO!” you yelled as a reflex.
He halted, looking at you in surprise. “...No?”
“I mean…” you laughed nervously. “Jisungie… Why do you wanna see that?”
He tilted his head. “Can’t I?”
“It’s just embarrassing…”
“Why? Didn’t I do that?”
“Well…yes, but–”
“Did you lie?” he asked. “You didn’t cum?”
“I’ve never lied to you, Ji. But even if you looked, you wouldn’t know if I came or not,” you pointed out, laughing at his ridiculous request. But he wasn’t laughing.
“So… no?” he asked, barely above a whisper.
Great, now you made him sad. He was happy just a second ago and you took that away because of your shyness.
“Fine,” you said. “Just a quick look, and don’t say anything embarrassing.”
He nodded and quickly dropped to his knees.
“Hold this, please,” he said, handing you the wrinkled fabric of your dress. You wanted to hide under a rock, but he looked so excited you obeyed.
“Don’t push them together, master,” he whined, pushing your thighs open. “How am I going to see?”
“Just hurry up,” you urged him.
“Wow…” he breathed out, tracing your panties with his fingertip. “These are ruined…”
“What did I say about saying embarrassing stuff– AH!”
Your legs almost gave out when he licked you over the thin wet fabric with a soft ‘Mmm’.
“J-jisungie… haa…” he seemed to be ignoring you, because he suddenly sucked on your clit through your panties. “JISUNG!” you shrieked, letting go of the dress to pull his hair and get him off you.
He looked at you innocently. “What?”
“You said you would only look,” you reminded him.
“So I can’t taste you?”
“I’m not saying you can’t… I’m saying now is not the time–”
“I told you I loved you last night,” he said out of the blue.
Your jaw dropped open. “Uh…that…” so he meant it? He wasn’t just pussy drunk?
“You didn’t say it back,” he added.
“I… I do love you, Jisung. I just didn’t find the right moment to say it.”
“You’re just saying that because you don’t want to hurt my feelings.
“No, of course not! I love you, Ji,” you insisted.
“Okay…” he murmured, though he didn’t sound convinced. “So… you won’t let me taste you?” he asked dejectedly.
It always broke you when he gave you those eyes. Hesitantly, you let go of his hair, and pulled your dress up again. “Just a little, okay?”
“Okay,” he said more enthusiastically, but when he was grazing your crotch he chuckled. Then he looked up at you with a smile. It was his usual sweet smile, but there was something else there. His eyes had a tiny spark of…mischief? “You’re right, master,” he said. “You spoil me too much,” he said before pulling your panties to the side and attaching his mouth to your pussy, lapping greedily.
“FUCK! Ji… aaah!” you gasp. He chuckled, sending waves of pleasure through your body.
Did he just… manipulate you?? He had never done that be– Oh… or had he? Come to think of it, the interaction seemed familiar. Whenever you were about to deny him something, he looked incredibly hurt and worded your denial in a way that made you sound like a monster. He started with small, insignificant things, and made use of your promise to give him anything he wanted, until he had you like this. Not that you didn’t want him like this, but… fuck, you really had turned him into a spoiled brat.
“Wait, Jisungie– Ngh! I’m still sensi…haa… sensitive… it hurts… gently, b-baby, please.”
He listened, licking around your clit instead of on it to give you the chance to catch your breath.
“Oh! That’s it, baby. That’s a good boy.”
He hummed and nodded, accidentally stimulating you too much again. You hissed.
“Gently,” you reminded him with a gasp and he whined, but obeyed, once again circling your clit slowly. And then he had an idea: he opened his mouth wide and his tongue lolled out lazily, then he grabbed the back of your thighs and pushed you forward, bumping your clit on his hot tongue.
“Jisungie,” you moan and he looks into your eyes, mouth still hanging open. He gave your thighs another push, giving you another wave of pleasure.
“Do you want me to move, Ji?” you asked breathlessly.
He nodded, tongue lolled out like a thirsty puppy, waiting patiently for you to fuck yourself on his mouth.
You moved carefully, and god did it feel good. You could apply the right amount of pressure to make it pleasurable and not painful. You sighed, moving your hips slowly and enjoying his soft tongue caressing your bundle of nerves.
“Fuck… a– ah!”
You felt it again. A new orgasm was approaching. Jisung must have known it too, because he grabbed onto your ass cheeks and pressed you firmly against his face, groaning and sucking, forgetting all previous instructions.
“Ji– Oh! AH! Slow– slowly, g-gently haa.. Haaa. JISUNG!” you tried to reason, ultimately letting go of the ruined dress to grab onto his hair.
That only spurred him on more, making him moan and move his head up and down. Eventually, you switched from hair pulling, to pushing his head closer, renouncing to all dignity as you humped his face desperately.
Your legs trembled and your body almost folded over him when you reached your climax. He moaned like he had been the one cumming, drinking up your release desperately until you had to gently push him away, sliding down the door and landing on the floor in front of him.
He looked absolutely sinful, with his face covered with your cum as he giggled. You slapped his arm weakly.
“What the fuck was that?” you croaked.
“You didn’t like it?” he asked, giving you his best puppy eyes. But it was hard to unsee what he was doing once you discovered the trick.
“You’re a menace,” you simply replied.
“But you love me,” he smiled, kissing you and allowing you to taste yourself. “And my fingers,” he added between pecks. “And especially my tongue.”
You couldn’t help but laugh. “Can’t wait to try your dick.”
“On it,” he said, standing up and helping you stand up too, too then picking you up effortlessly and carrying you to the bed. It was crazy how strong hybrids were. They could take over the world if they wanted… No, let’s not imagine revolutionary apocalyptic scenarios right now… More importantly:
“I was joking!” you yelped when you landed on the mattress. “I didn’t mean now!”
He climbed on top of you. “So… No?”
“Stop that!” you slapped his arm again. “You know I can’t say no to you!”
He laughed, undoing his belt. “You can,” he said, pulling his pants and underwear down to reveal a long, veiny, beautiful cock. “But you don’t want to.”
“And you’ve been using that to your advantage,” you teased.
“Yeah,” he smiles shamelessly. “I guess I have–Ngh!”
He tensed when your hand grabbed his cock.
“My pretty boy,” you cooed, giving him a few strokes. “Can I lick it?”
“S-shit, wait, master– No!” he exclaimed, quickly pushing your hand away.
You blinked.
“Ha! So now you are saying no to me?” you laughed.
“I’m sorry, master,” he whined. “I’m too close already…”
“I don’t mind…” you said, trying to touch him again, but he gently grabbed your hand again and intertwined your fingers.
“I do,” he murmured. “I was kinda thinking… I could uh… be inside you…”
You clenched around nothing. Just thinking about it was enough to have you ready to go again.
“W-would that be okay?” he asked, mistaking your silence for hesitation.
“I would love that, Jisungie,” you smiled at him, pecking his lips gently. “Lie down and let me take care of you, yeah?”
“...No.”
You scoffed.
“Jisung, how–?”
“I wanna be on top,” he said. It was supposed to sound assertive, but his voice trembled.
“Oh…” you gulped. “Are you sure?”
He nodded.
“Okay,” you breathed out, caressing his arms reassuringly. “But if you get tired…”
“I won’t,” he whined like a kid being embarrassed in front of his friends. “I can do this.”
You chuckled. “Okay then,” you said, spreading your legs and allowing him to position himself between them. “Whenever you’re ready.”
“I’m ready,” he said, holding his cock and placing it on your entrance.
You closed your eyes, bracing yourself, but it never went in.
“Ji?” you asked after what could have been an entire minute.
“Y-yeah?”
“Are you gonna put it in or…?”
“I… don’t think it will… fit…” he trailed off.
You burst out laughing, and he looked at you offendedly.
“Ok, you are big,” you admitted. “But you’re not that big.”
“But you look… small down there…” he said.
“It stretches,” you deadpanned.
“I know that!” he defended himself. “But what if I hurt you?”
“Jisung,” you sighed. “If you don’t put it in yourself, I’ll flip us over and fuck myself on it.”
He groaned, squeezing the base of his cock. “That would be so hot,” he said.
“Then let me do it?!” you suggested, running out of patience.
“No! I get to be on top!”
“Then fuck me–Ah!” you yelped when Jisung pushed in.
He hissed. “M-master… you need to relax. It hurts…”
“Easy f-for you to say,” you whined. “No one shoved a monster inside of you…”
He whined too. “You said I wasn’t that big!”
“No big deal… haaa… I c-can take you…” you insisted.
“... You sure?”
“Y-yeah…” you sighed, almost fully used to the girth.
“Can I push the rest in, then?” he asked with a pained voice.
“... The what?” you asked dumbly.
“The… rest?”
“The rest of what?”
“Of… me…?”
“You’re kidding,” you half sobbed, half laughed. “That’s not all of you?”
He gulped. “... No…”
“Holy shit…”
“I– I’ll pull out,” he said quickly.
“No! Don’t you dare, Jisung!” you warned him, circling his hips with your legs. “Finish what you started.”
He gasped when the sudden movement accidentally made him shove himself fully inside of you. His forearms landed on each side of your face, caging you under him and he peppered your face with loving pecks as you sobbed.
“S-sorry, master… Aaah…” he tried his best to apologize, but it was hard to feel truly sorry when your walls squeezed him so deliciously. “Fuuuck, you–ah… You feel so good– please… haa… c-can I move?”
You took a deep breath in and exhaled as you calmed down. Finally, you nodded.
“G-go slowly…”
You sighed, relieved, and nodded, but contrary to what he had agreed on, he started fucking you at a brutal pace from the start.
A choked moan left your mouth. Your nails scratched his arms and back in an attempt to ground yourself as he fucked your brains out.
“Ji– Ah! Haa.. Jisung!” you gasped out when you finally found your voice. “Slowly. B-baby… go slow– Stop!”
He halted, breathless, his arms flexed as he held his weight while hovering over you. His wild eyes seemed to regain some of their original spark. He blinked and stared at you innocently.
“O-oh… yes, slow…” he nodded. “Sorry, I don’t know why–”
“It’s okay,” you said, quickly. “Let’s try again?”
He nodded, leaning in for a tender kiss. You kissed him back with a satisfied sigh, but it turned into a shocked gasp when he once again started to jackrabbit into you like his life depended on it.
“Haah! Ah! Ah! Ooh! Ji! Jisungie, s-stop!” you exclaimed.
He once again obeyed. He sat up and looked into your eyes with the same feral glint he had a moment ago. His eyebrows were furrowed in confusion at his own actions.
“I… I think I can’t?” he breathed out, sounding unsure.
“You can’t what?” you asked, out of breath too.
“Go slow… I can’t f-fuck you slow, master…” he said, fighting his hips' urge to snap into you again.
“...What do you mean you can’t?” you asked, astonished.
“I think it’s…” he gulped. “... A hybrid thing?”
You tilted your head. “I've never heard of hybrids having that problem…”
“It may be my breed…” he said, blushing. “Actually, I don’t know what it is… but even though I’m thinking about doing it slowly… my body just… doesn’t do it?”
“So…” you said, trying to process this information. “You’re saying… that you can only fuck me like a madman?”
He was as red as a tomato. “I’m sorry,” he whimpered. “You won’t make me stop, right?” he asked, like the idea was terrifying for him. “Master, please,” he begged, making you shiver as his hands went up and down your still-dressed torso, landing on your breasts and playing with them obsessively. “Don’t make me stop, hmm? I’ll be good,” he promised, toying with your hardening nipples. “Yeah? You’ll let me do this?” he asked, thrusting once, twice, and then quickly gaining a harsh pace again. “P-please, mast–aah!” he kept begging like he wasn’t already doing whatever he wanted. Like he didn’t know he could get away with anything.
“F-fuck, ah! You’re s—aaah! So spoiled,” you spoke through gritted teeth, biting back the moans he elicited from you.
He nodded with a dumb smile. He took it as a compliment, because he was this way because of you. “Mmyeah… haaa, ah, ah…”
“F-feels good,” he moans, pushing you into the bed with each thrust. “You feel s-ooh!! So good, so good, so good,” he repeated like a mantra, welcoming the pleasurable feeling.
“Is t-that haa… why you’re using… mmm… me like a… toy?” you teased.
He shook his head with a gasp. “N-nooo,” he sobbed. “Not using you…Ngh! Wanna make y-you… cum too, please master…”
“Want m-me to cum?”
He nodded, digging his fingers into your hips to keep you in place to take him. “Please?”
You were so close he didn’t have to beg like that. Still, you decided to put on a little show for him, sucking onto two of your fingers to then slowly lower them until you reached your clit, rubbing it slowly under his hungry gaze.
With how good he was pressing all the right spots inside of you, and the added stimulation from your fingers, you came instantly. Your back arched, and you were sure you were crosseyed, but you felt too good to be embarrassed about it.
“Yes!” he gasped, crazed by desire. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, fuck—Aah!” he let out a weak moan. His entire body trembled when his orgasm hit him. All strength left his body, and he lay on top of you, hugging you and kissing your sweaty skin with a sob. “I love you so much…”
“I…haa… love you too…” you said. Your entire body was still tingling.
“That felt so good…” he whispered to himself in awe.
“Yeah…” you admitted. “Wow…”
“...Can you be on top now?” he suddenly asked.
“Now?!” you shrieked. “You wanna go again?”
“You… don’t want to?” he asked pitifully, looking at you with sad eyes. There it was again. He was going to be the death of you.
“I can’t feel my legs, Jisung,” you replied. “Next time.”
includes :: [ nine screenshots ] boyfriend!mark x reader ( typically gender neutral ). mark from the dreamies pov ! i love mark lee. nickname: angel. i always feel like i butcher him in fics tbh . . . i always feel like i butcher ALL of them sfhds smh. i like to think i’m funny. i also like to think u and mark have the most meaningless conversations ever <3 all mistakes are unintentional !
authors note, kind of a req lol ! anyway i hope you enjoy lovelies 💛 it’s . . it’s kinda bad though so.
haechan forcing jisung’s head firmly between your folds with the most devious smile ever ૮꒰ ྀི >⸝⸝⸝< ྀི꒱ა. your cute little black laced panties, with the cutest pink bow to top it off pushed over to the side by haechan— whose fingers were tangled in ji’s hair as he went in on your cunt. completely pussy drunk and messy, your arousal all on his chin and nose.
“you love how he eats your pretty little pussy? huh doll?” haechan would ask, he would be so mean. laughing when your thighs would start trembling. “please make him stop- can’t take it . . .”
“you wanna stop?” he didn’t ask you, no, he asked a pussy drunk jisung— to which he, of course, shook his head no. sucking your sensitive clit into his mouth, causing you to cry out. attempting to push his head away, haechan slapped your thigh harshly, gripping your hands in his firmly. “give him what he wants, i don’t think he’s stopping any time soon.”
now on your fourth orgasm, back to back, barely minutes in between them. your juicy, lipgloss-covered bottom lip quivered as it felt like your nerves were on fire affecting every part of your body up to your lips, begging haechan to give you a break but he just laughed in your face. your nails instantly gripping the sheets when he let go of your hands, trying to twist your body away. but two pairs of hands holding you down . . . was something else.
“hyung, look at how she’s gripping my fingers,” jisung grunted in awe as if it was the coolest thing he’d ever seen. always talking as if you weren’t there in front of them.
“fuckkk you’re gripping him. so fucking pathetic, i thought you were done?” haechan would mumble out staring at your pussy as if he would start devouring you at any second now.
jisung dived back in, you could’ve swore he moaned. the dazed look in his eyes from your pussy alone scared and awed you. tongue fucking you at one moment then his fingers curling at your g-spot with sucks and slurps to your sensitive nub the next.
“‘m coming again ji~” you hiccuped, haechan sneaking his hands up to press just above your pelvis making you loosen up your muscles and spongy, warm walls. it was as if your insides were on fire, caving in to utter weakness. “no wait-”
squirting in return. you let out choked gasps, tugging jisung’s hair . . . anything to get him away. you mewled as you watched him hold out his tongue in hopes of catching some of the liquid in his mouth. haechan slapped your clit repetitively to prolong your orgasm and out of reflex your hand went to his wrist harshly pushing it away, making him laugh at you.
the sight of jisung licking your folds gently, taking in the essence of what he had just done made you shudder. lucky for you they let you lay and pant for a couple of seconds. preparing yourself for haechan who was ten times worse and always refused to let up— to the point where jisung sometimes got worried.
haechan then went to spit on your pussy, it dripping down your glossy folds like honey. “fuck he ruined you,” he whispered laying soft puckered kisses on your swollen clit and puffy folds. jisung going up to suck at your pert nipples lazily. you were so utterly exhausted that you attempted to close your legs from a touch so soft. “when did our doll become so slutty.”
he’d degrade you making you pout and deny, feeling so humiliated. shushing you when you’d try to reply making you feel even more dumb. “dolls don’t talk back.”
Jeno Finds Out About the Time You Wanted to Break Up with Him
"I'm going to get it stuck in your pretty, stupid head that you're fucking mine and only mine."
Pairing -> Fiancé!Lee Jeno x Fiancée!Female Reader.
Genre -> Smut +18 mdni
Word Count -> 2k
Synopsis -> A continuation fromthis.
Disclaimer -> Raw sex, reader is on the pill, degradation, spanking, mirror sex, possessive behaviour, curse words.
Author’s Note:- You don’t have to read the previous story but tldr of the linked story, the reader felt super insecure so she wanted Jeno to break up with her. (Also lmao, I never planned to do a continuation but this just suddenly came to me out of nowhere 💀).
PLEASE DO NOT PLAGIARISE, TRANSLATE, OR FEED MY WORK TO AN AI SYSTEM ON ANY PLATFORM!
Enjoy reading :)
The air in the enclosed, moving vehicle was thick and heavy. Jeno, your fiancé, strummed his fingers against the steering wheel as he directed his attention on the road, eyes dark and unreadable. Only silence filled the car, there was no light conversation or sideway glances from him at all.
The pulse of your heartbeat was the only sound that drummed in your ears. You fucked up. You had one too many drinks and in a dumb game of Never Have I Ever on game night with both of your couple friends, you stupidly put a finger down when someone asked, "never have I ever thought about breaking up with my significant other." It was already too late when you noticed the slight shocked gaze in Jeno's eyes that carried a hint of hurt and betrayal, while the others hollered and shouted over the exciting revelation.
"Why?" Jeno asked in the softest whisper but the singular question carried a hefty weight, his eyes still on the road.
An apology was heavy on your tongue but you knew Jeno deserved more than that. You smacked your dry lips and licked them before you answered. "I thought you would get tired of me one day so I did things to make you want to break up with me. I'm sorry, Jeno." Your hushed voice was loud and clear to Jeno - his jaw slightly clenched at your answer. With a sliver of courage, you glanced at him again, only to be met with an impassive face.
The rest of the ride, and until you reached your apartment, was full of silence. The dimly lit space welcomed you but you only felt a cold shudder passed by you. You quietly pattered behind Jeno as you walked to your shared bedroom. While you shrugged off your clothes, your eyes naturally stared at Jeno as he unbuttoned his black flannel one by one, he looked as if he was in deep thought. You let out a small breath and wrapped yourself in a towel to get ready for a bath.
You were headed towards the bathroom but Jeno walked towards you with dark eyes and pressed his hot lips against yours. He bit into your lower lip with an animalistic like behaviour and slipped his tongue inside yours. And you let him, and you let yourself get lost in him and pushed yourself closer in his arms. Jeno trailed his fingers down the side of your body till he reached the top hem of the towel and unraveled the towel, letting it dropped to the floor.
He lifted your naked waist with one arm and threw you down on the edge of the bed. "My stupid, pretty girl thinking I'll ever leave her." He spoke in a menacing tone as he crawled onto the bed and hovered above you, the lines of his abs glistened under the lighting but he still had his jeans on. You felt vulnerable and aroused that you were completely naked and bare underneath while he still had his clothing on. Thighs on either side of your body and you could see the large outline of his large and thick dick against his jeans that was struggling to be released. You reached your hands to the waistband of his boxer, which peeked out underneath the jeans, but Jeno stopped you and pinned both of your hands up your head. "Not today." He mouthed the shell of your ear and licked the outline of it and you involuntarily tingled.
You whined in protest at the thought of not being able to touch him and protested by wiggling your way out his tight gripped but you were a lost cause against him. He ignored your protests and left a hot trail of wet kisses down to your jawline then licked the column of your neck with his pink tongue, he left harsh sucks all over it. Each and every bite left you a moaning mess when he hit a particular sensitive spot in between where your neck and shoulder meets; you felt his evil grin on your skin.
Jeno traced his tongue until he reached the valley of your boobs and engulfed your nipple in his warm mouth with his eyes closed, while his other free hand tweaked and twisted the other nipple, making sure it wasn't left out and neglected. His teeth grazed around your boob fat in a content hummed as you writhed underneath him - tortured by the pleasure. He switched his attacks on your other boob and bit your underboob as you winced out in pleasure. You cried out when his free hand withdrew from your boob and trailed down to your cunt, lightly circling around the nub with his middle and ring finger but no pressure was applied.
A ghost of a pressure hovered near your entrance, almost giving you what you needed but his fingers refused to enter your pussy. "Jeno," you let out a whined at the lack of contact between his slender fingers and your cunt. "Please," you moaned at him who was still busy leaving leaving rough bites and sucks on your boob. "Touch me."
There was a trail of saliva that suspended in the air as he disconnected from your boob. "Now you want me to touch your pretty pussy? Thought you wanted to break up with me?" He looked at you with a menancing, yet a hint of playfulness, in his eyes.
"No, I only need you." You cried out of desperation at Jeno.
"Gunna fuck you till you get in your pretty, silly head that you're fucking mine." He easily flipped you on your stomach and pushed your head down and lifted your hips up. He tugged your hair up until you saw yourself and Jeno in the mirror that was placed in the corner of the room . "You're going to watch me fuck you in the mirror. See how stupid and dumb you get on my fucking cock."
"Look at this, you're already dripping wet for me." Jeno slapped your wet pussy hard not once, but twice, and you winced out of pleasure. He watched as the translucent arousal dripped from your cunt; he couldn't resist licking your sticky liquid with his tongue. He sucked in your cunt so hard that your whole body shook with pleasure. You moaned out, wanting more of his tongue, and he gave it to you. His face buried so deep in your pussy as he licked his tongue in and out of your entrance, and his nose reached your clit that you couldn't resist but rub yourself against it. Jeno slapped your ass hard, "fucking desperate slut, rubbing yourself on my fucking nose." He mumbled against your vagina but continued making out with it with deep kisses and a swirl of his tongue. You couldn't tell because you were high on pleasure but Jeno was tracing out the word "mine," all over your pussy again and again. You feel the pressure coiled inside of you, just a little more and you were ready to come. You grinded on his face, your ass moved up and down in desperate movements and could feel the warmth building up but Jeno took it all away.
"No!" You cried from the loss of heat and pleasure.
Jeno's lower face was soaked in your arousal but he didn't bother cleaning it up - inhaling the scent of your sweet cunt. "The only way you're going to cum is on my dick."
You looked at his reflection in the mirror as he unzipped his jeans and pulled down both his boxer and pants at the same time; you drooled at the sight of his dick that flapped against his stomach. There was precum liquid that oozed out from his tip. You could never get over how long and thick his dick was, especially since he had the prettiest pink tip and the urge to gag him in your mouth was there but now was not the time. You wanted him to fuck you over and over again.
He swiped the precum off his tip with his thumb and fed it to you. "Little treat for you." You groaned at the deliciousness of his salty taste. Then, he angled his dick at your entrance and pushed a small section in. You moaned at the pleasure of feeling his hard dick inside of you. He watched as your cunt slowly sucked him in deeper. "Fuck, look at how well you're taking me." He rambled. "Were you going to fuck some other guy's shrimp-size dick if we, god forbid, broke up." He groaned at the feeling of you sucking in deeper and deeper. He wasn't even half way in yet but you felt so full, getting drunk and dizzy on him. "Fucking answer me, slut," he slapped your ass so hard that you felt the pleasure amplified all over your body.
"No, only you!" You wailed out loud and Jeno rewarded by pushing in his dick even more.
He slapped your ass again. "Then, why did you want to break up?"
"I thought you would get tired of me!" You cried at the feeling of his dick even deeper in you. He was more than halfway there but you knew there was still more of him because of his big dick.
He did a final push and inserted his entire length in you while you screamed out of pleasure; not caring if the entire building could even hear you. He moaned at the feeling of you completely engulfed around his penis and started moving. "I'm going to get it stuck in your pretty, stupid head that you're fucking mine and only mine." At first, his pace was slow and atrocious, letting you get used to the rhythm. He gradually sped up his movements until your ass was smacking his balls, harsh, and the bed shook with such intensity as you moaned from such pleasure. He had the audacity to fucking slapped your ass while he was at it. "What a stupid and silly slut, wanting to break up with me thinking I'll get tired of you." He grunted as sweats rolled down his chest. "Get this in your fucking head. I'm never going to be tired of your fucking pretty pussy, I'm never of your fucking boobs, and I'm never ever going to be tired of you." He rambled on as you weeped. "Got that?"
You focused on the feeling of his dick going in and out at a rapid speed and could almost feel that you were near with the way the pressure was building in your lower core. All you mustered was a low groaned in response. But Jeno did not accepted it, so he spanked your ass again. "Fucking answer me with words." You yelped out from the pleasured pain as he tugged on your hair even tighter. "Who do you fucking belong to?"
"You Jeno! Only, you!" You shouted with a raw voice.
"Good girl, pretty. Now, cum with me." He used one hand to tweaked your nipple as the other steadied your hip, and drove inside you like a madman. "Going to get you all nice and full before the wedding. What do you say pretty girl? Let everyone know you're mine and only fucking mine." He said in a hushed tone as you both reached your climax; he stayed still inside of you, letting his seeds roamed in you. He hadn't bothered to take his dick out but flipped you so you were laid on your back, and peppered soft kisses all over your voice. "You ok, my love?"
Your chest heaved up and down, still drunk out and dazed from the climax. "You still with me?" He asked in a soft voice in which you nodded in response. "Was it too much my pretty baby?" He asked again in a concerned tone.
You pressed a soft kiss on his lips. "It was perfect." He smiled in returned and nuzzled himself in your neck; the quietness of the room took over the atmosphere.
"Do you still feel the same way?" Jeno spoke up in a small voice.
You shook your head. "I was stupid and that was awhile ago, before we even got engaged."
"When was it?" Jeno secretly let out a breath of relief at your answer; he wouldn't know what to do if you weren't in his life and couldn't imagine it without you in it.
You stroked his hair and scratched the back of his head and he nuzzled into you even deeper than before and took in all of your sweet scent. "You know that period of time when I was acting bitchier than usual."
"Not too far off from your normal behaviour." He chuckled in a joking manner, only for you to smacked him, softly, in the head. Jeno unnuzzled himself from your neck and stared at you with soulful eyes. He hated himself so much for even letting you have that thought crossed your mind, and blamed himself for not showing you more of his immense love for you; thought he was showing more than enough but he still had so much to show you just how much he loves you. He doesn't even know if you know how much he loves how clingy and open you get with him because all he wants to do is pepper you with so much love, affection and attention. "I'm sorry for even making you think of that. I'm such an idiot." He exhaled a disappointed sigh.
"Then, we're both idiots." You reassured him as you gazed into his eyes.
"I love you, my fiancée, my wife, my forever." He whispered.
"I love you too, my fiancé, my husband, my forever," and sealed it with a romantic kiss.
Thank you for reading <3 Sorry if some parts feel off, I still feel a bit awkward writing smut 😓.
comments, reblogs, and likes are always welcome <3 (jenoneno would be so happy).
(cw: pregnant!reader, nausea and mentions of throwing up)
Pregnancy had not been kind to you. You were tired all the time, and no amount of sleep you got was ever enough. You cramped horrendously, the sharp pains even you rousing you from your sleep or leaving a dreaded phantom throbbing feeling in the pit of your stomach. And gee, when you weren't sleeping or hunched over in pain, you were constantly peeing. Even when your water intake was low, you were constantly scurrying to the bathroom to empty your bladder.
Thankfully, you had no morning sickness. At least that's what you thought for the first five weeks you'd known about your pregnancy. Now, freshly into week 9 of 40 weeks of pregnancy, some sort or nausea had hit. You had an aversion to things, scents specifically, you'd never thought twice about before.
You'd had to throw out your body wash for being too minty, change your laundry detergent for being too sweet, and open up all the windows when you cooked eggs. Through lots of calculated breathing through your mouth and countless ginger candies, you managed. There was no other option.
Jeno had been great through it all. He went through the changes in recipes and soaps without complaint. He gave you massages when you cramped and kept your ginger candies stocked up. These were all changes that were fixed easily and you really hoped that the last few weeks of your first trimester would be smoother sailing.
You were laid out on the couch, snacking on grapes while you watched TV. Just the thought of standing up to do anything made you feel sick. In the midst of an emergency in the medical drama you were watching, the front door opened and in waltzed in the love of your life fresh from the gym.
"Hello, my love," he greeted, bending over the back of the couch to press a kiss to your temple.
You accepted it gratefully, humming lovingly before freezing. Usually, you love it when Jeno comes home from the gym. His muscles are bigger, his adrenaline was pumping, gee, if you wanted to know how you ended up in the first place...
Today, was out of the usual. Instead of enjoying his manly musk, your stomach lurched. You jumped away from him as you sat up, "oh my god. You have to get away from me."
"Huh?" He mumbles out, stepping around the couch to get a better look at you, "are you feeling alright? You didn't make eggs again, did you?"
Instead of answering, you cup one hand over your mouth with another clutches at your stomach while you race down the familiar path to the bathroom.
Your hands grip the sides of the ceramic toilet bowl until your bones hurt, but you can hardly focus on the pain as you empty out the contents of your stomach.
"Is this like afternoon sickness? Does it still count as morning?" Jeno asks, no doubt trying to keep your mind off being sick with his stupid question as he holds your hair back.
You breath heavily in the short reprieve of emptying your stomach, "don't be cute, right now!"
He rubs a hand on your back, grimacing as your retching echoes through the small bathroom, "I'm sorry, my love. I wonder what we need to change this time."
You pant, shakily reaching up to flush the toilet while resting your forehead against the cool side of the toilet bowl. "It's you," you say while slowly turning your head to glare at your husband, "you smell like a lawnmower and a wet dog from a junkyard had a baby."
Jeno's mouth opens and closes with confusion before his brows furrow as he replies, "I thought you liked how I smelled after the gym."
You catch another whiff and curl forward again with a loud gag and tears in your eyes, "your spawn doesn't!"
Jeno knows better than to let you hear him laugh, so he covers his mouth with the palm of his hand before the sound can escape. You heave into the bowl, spitting out a mouthful of saliva before fixing him with another, much colder glare, "don't talk to me again until you smell like you know basic hygiene practices."
He nods his head silently, backing out of the room quickly. The sound of your voice yelling, "wash twice and use deodorant!" just make him smile even brighter. He's so in love with you.
