Series Title/AU: My Baby Brother is the Strongest Character
<<read the synopsis and content warnings first>>
Pairing/Relationship: isekaid!older sister!Reader x Gun Park
“Morning, buddy—wait!” Goo stuck his brand new sneaker through the door before Gun could slam it in his face. “You weren’t answering my messages.”
“Don’t tell me you were worried.”
“Hilarious. We had a meeting this morning and you didn’t come.”
“I know, but today’s my day off.”
“I didn’t know we get days off.”
“I do and it’s today, so leave before I throw you out.”
Goo ignored him and slithered inside, directly stepping into the kitchen. “Whoa.”
Gun’s little shed was normally devoid of decoration, everything had a purpose so the walls didn’t have photos or posters and the floor had no rugs apart from the welcome mat at the entrance. The man didn’t even have a single plant until Goo gave him a plastic cactus to celebrate their new partnership.
Today, however, the plain-white blinds were adorned with polka-dotted pastel bunting. Turquoise, orange, peach and blue balloons were tied to two dining chairs with shiny golden ribbons. An extra large, white bouquet of lilies, camellias, peonies and peach blossoms sat on one chair.
Goo walked towards the dining table. There was a family-sized platter of Korean-style fried chicken with pickled radish on the side, braised baby potatoes, one big mixed green salad, two bowls of fluffy white rice, a pitcher of iced tea and a cutely decorated cake with one big bear sitting by a pond next to a smaller bear. Written in white frosting were the words: Happy Birthday.
“Damn, if I knew I would’ve gotten you something. Happy birthday, man—”
Gun smacked him behind the head. “Get out.”
“At least give me some cake.”
“Not a chance.”
“Then don’t expect a present.”
“It’s not my birthday.” Gun proceeded to pour iced tea in two separate glasses.
“Then whose is it? Wait…your sister? Is she here? Can I meet her?”
The sound of tea pouring seemed loud in this tiny kitchen. Gun put down the pitcher before replying, “You can’t meet her.”
“Augh. Come on, it’s not like I’m gonna kidnap her. Besides, I’m already here, aren’t I? I’ll just keep coming and coming until you–”
“You can’t meet her. She’s dead.”
“Oh.”
“Yes.”
Neither of them were the sensitive, hugging types, and saying “condolences” didn’t sound right to Goo, so he did what he did best and cut through the silence with: “So does that mean more cake for us?”
He braced himself for another judo throw out the door, but to his shock, Gun laughed.
“All right, you can join us,” he said, walking to the cupboard and bringing out a paper plate. “But sit on the floor.”
“I didn’t know it was your birthday,” Gun muttered, watching you put paper plates on the picnic blanket.
“Don’t worry, you’re not the only one.” You meant it playfully, but the moment the words left your mouth, you realized just how sad it sounded.
Your old nursemaid has long retired and no servant was going to waste precious resources on an unwanted daughter.
If it weren’t for your memories of a whole lifetime of birthday wishes, you would have been depressed like any other child.
No one wanted to celebrate your birthday? That’s fine. Like many adults in the real world, you can do it yourself. You made a tradition out of eating cake in the abandoned garden outside your bedroom.
“Did you make these?” Gun gestured at the paper peach blossoms you scattered around the blanket.
“Um…Mhm~ my friends made them for me.”
“But you don’t have friends.”
“Ouch.” You made an exaggerated motion in clutching your chest. “Okay, you got me. I folded them during recess.”
Gun recalled the times you talked about your classmates and how you used “brat” or “kid” when referring to them. You always complained about their childishness. Sometimes you’d throw a half-hearted, almost condescending praise of someone being “mature” like you were a granny and not the same age as your classmates. Gun didn’t point that out. In his eyes, you were mature, even more than cousin Haruto, and it wasn’t just because you spouted what you called “bad words” naturally.
His thoughts were disrupted by a gentle hand tousling his hair. “I don’t know why they keep styling your hair like this. You look better with it down.”
“It’s unsightly.”
“Whatever you say. Come on, sit.”
Gun knelt down properly in front of his plate while you sat cross-legged. He told you that wearing pajama bottoms under your school skirt was too unfashionable. You told him to shut up and eat.
“What is this?”
“Korean-style fried chicken.”
“They’re different colors.”
“Yeah, ‘cause I ordered the variety platter. I have some radish here, tell me if you want any. Oh, and I don’t drink soda so I hope iced tea is okay.”
Gun reluctantly took a bite, expecting to throw up, but the chicken was good, every flavor was delicious. He didn’t realize that he devoured his share until he caught you smiling at him.
“Good, right? You got some sauce on your cheek.”
He blushed and covered his face.
You laughed and reached over to wipe the stain off. “Still hungry? I have some butter-flavored ones left.”
“I-I’m fine!”
“Haha, okay. Then you know what comes next, right?”
He blinked, confused.
You reached into a plastic bag, a separate one from the chicken takeout. You brought out two miniscule slices of cake. “All right, kid. Pick one.”
“Huh?”
“Do you want chocolate or strawberry?”
“Is that it? Is that your birthday cake?” He didn’t like his birthday, though he didn’t hate it either. It was just another way to remind him of his position in the world. And he always had a gigantic, three-tier cake from the best patisserie in the country.
“Don’t judge. I know they don’t look much but the taste is perfect.”
Gun clenched his fists. “It’s not fair.”
Oh, boy. You tried to placate him. “It’s okay, I swear. Here, we can go halfsies.”
“No. This is too…” He couldn’t bring himself to say it.
You sighed and inched closer until you were sitting right next to him. “Gun, do you think I’m pathetic?”
“No! But… but when it’s my birthday, all of the servants are there. All of my classmates come, even when I don’t even know who they are. Everyone wishes me a happy birthday.”
“Do you think I look lonely?”
He said nothing.
“It’s okay if you think so. I mean, I am always alone.” Even when surrounded with other people, be it children or adults, you were alone. “But I’m not lonely, especially not today. After all, I have my cute baby brother with me, so please don’t make that face.”
You wrapped an arm around his shoulder and leaned your head over his. “Look at it this way, more cake for us.”
You stared at your bento cake. It was blue all over with dainty lotus flowers and cartoon goldfish frosted around cursive happy birthday in the middle. It was cute, and you’ve been a loyal patron of the bakery so you knew that the taste was to die for. However, as you sat alone in your tiny apartment, you wondered if this cake was worth throwing away 18000 won, [1] especially now that you were jobless.
“It’s nothing you did,” the chief said, “it’s just that we can’t afford to pay you anymore.”
With a sigh, you pushed a slender candle down the cake. No use crying over spilt milk, you told yourself as you flicked a matchstick.
Before you could blow the candle, your phone rang. It was a colleague from the hospital.
“Good evening, senior. … You heard what happened? It’s nothing, typical layoffs…Next week? No, I’m not busy–no, I haven’t applied for anything else… Really? Jae Won High School? Don’t more experienced nurses manage the clinics? … I see, thank you! Thank you, senior! Yes, I’ll be sure to prep for the interview. Thank you so much!”
You clasped your hands together. You’ve never worked at a school clinic before, but according to your senior the pay was good and if you found anything you couldn’t handle you just needed to call the nearest medical center.
Looks like this birthday wasn’t going to suck as badly as you thought.
The candle was now half its original length.
You smiled. You were free to wish for something else now.
You closed your eyes and thought back to the little boy you left behind. You knew he would be alive. They would have slaughtered you if you had stayed, but there was no way they’d kill the sole heir for something as simple as trying to run away with you. Gun should be safe, but still—
“Please spare him in this life,” you whispered before blowing the flame away.
[1] KRW 18000 = PHP 740.99 = USD 12.80
a/n: Goo, you silly, crazy, hot bastard, please be mine.
Disclaimer: The images used are screencaptures from Ep. 3, 520 and 528 of the Lookism manhwa.
Rating: 18+, fluff (maybe a little angst?) to smut
Comments: idol!Seungmin and female reader. Longtime friend of SKZ and Seungmin find their footing after some confusion the night before. This could potentially have a third part, if people seem to want it. It is a continuation of Part I.
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“Truth or dare!?”
After hearing his last truth question, you feel like you have no choice. “Dare, I guess.”
The delight is plain on Felix's face. Maybe you made a mistake. “I dare you to go down to the store and get everyone ice cream!”
Your sigh of relief harmonizes with Minho’s sigh of disappointment. “Yongbokkie, you need to find a happier medium between your truths and your dares. Plus, she shouldn’t go alone.”
“I don’t mind –”
“Seungminnie Hyung should go with her!” You hope the look on your face is attributed to annoyance at Jeongin’s interruption rather than frustration at his meddling. He shrugs. “He’s had the least to drink.”
Seungmin agrees before you can object. I guess it’s time to talk. But first… “Okay Innie, truth or dare?”
His girlfriend looks on a touch worriedly as he chooses dare. “Great. I dare you to take a shot of whatever condiments Minho wants to throw in a glass.” His face goes a little green while the others laugh and offer their condolences.
You don’t stick around for the aftermath of your punishment, heading to take care of your own dare. As you’re putting your shoes on, a hoodie drops onto you.
“You know you really don’t have to come with me, Minnie.” You pull his hoodie over your head, savoring the smell of him as it envelops you, and turn to face him.
“I know, but I’ve been waiting for the chance to talk to you.”
You consider playing dumb to try to put the conversation off, but you just nod when you see the serious look on his face. “Let’s go then.”
You walk for a few minutes before either of you say anything.
“About last ni–”
“Noona, I–”
The tension breaks with your laughter. This is Seungmin. Regardless of your confusion over your feelings, you’ve always been able to talk to him. This shouldn’t be any different. You’ve been acting silly.
“I’m sorry.”
“No, no, you’re fine. Go ahead, Minnie.”
He sighs and looks a little like he wishes he’d pushed for you to speak first. “I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable this morning. I didn’t really think through what I was doing; I didn’t mean to cross a line. I don’t want you to feel like you need to avoid me.”
Despite the darkness of the night, you can tell his ears are red. He’s not looking at you anymore, instead looking down at his feet like a puppy who just got scolded. You take one of his hands in yours before you answer. “You have nothing to apologize for, Seungmin. Did I really seem like I was avoiding you?”
You know you’d been putting off talking to him, but you hadn’t realized that it was so noticeable.
“Kind of?” He steals a glance at you, cheeks puffed out as he considers his next words. “I thought you might stay at our dorm today when the others left or come to my room when you got back. I guess I didn’t ask you to come to me, though, and I’m realizing now that it might’ve looked like I was avoiding you, staying in my room like that.”
“I didn’t think you were avoiding me.” When you get to the store, you have an unspoken agreement to continue this when you return outside. You grab a variety of ice creams and see that Chan texted asking that you bring back the least spicy ramen you can find for a dare. Menace that he is, Seungmin of course grabs the spiciest option, and you text back a smiley and a thumbs up. You can’t help but laugh at Chan’s inevitable demise. When you leave the shop, the mood sombers again, but you’re still close. Seungmin insists on carrying the bags, so you link your arm around one of his.
“Can I ask why you kissed me this morning?” You’re being a little bit of a coward, still making him carry the burden of the conversation, but you understand where he’s at even less than yourself.
You’re pretty sure he walks for a full minute, lips pressed into a thin line, eyes straight ahead. “Well, it was a combination of things. I’ve always felt like we really connected. Both when we hang out together and when we talk while we’re on the road. I think it’s always been a bit different with you than our other friends. Lately, you’ve been on my mind a lot, but I didn’t want to talk about it and mess up our friendship. I really do value your friendship, and I know the rest of the guys do, too.” He glances at you then, maybe trying to read your expression, gauge your reaction to what he’s saying. You find you’re not all that surprised to hear it. Of them members, he has always been one you felt you could resonate with most. You know how caring and kind, how loving he is with the members, and you’ve seen how his treatment of you is nearly the same. You do have a tendency to gravitate toward each other. God, have I been this dense?
“Anyway, when you kissed me during the game, I got it in my head that maybe you were starting to think of me that way, too. And we never kiss goodnight on the lips like that, though I know we were drunk. And…” He shifts both bags into one hand so he can run his fingers through his hair. He’s clearly flustered.
“And, Min?”
He says it with a rushed sigh before looking away. “And you felt so good in my arms, and you looked so beautiful; I had to ask.” He comes to a stop, turning to face you. You look up into his eyes, nearly getting lost in their depths. He looks beautiful. “And you said yes.”
You trace his features with your eyes, resisting the urge to run your fingers over those lovely lips, along his strong jaw. Now it’s your turn to be brave. “I did. And it was a wonderful kiss, Min. I can’t say that I’m exactly where you are –”
He starts to look away, his face falling a little bit, so you do reach up to touch him now. Your hand rests against his cheek, turning his head so that he’s facing you again, though he keeps his gaze downcast. Sad puppy vibes abound. “But. I do think I’m starting to catch up.”
His eyes flash up to yours, and you can see his hope. You know you should say more, but for now, you’d rather show him how you’re feeling. You tilt your face up while your hand slides back to wrap around the nape of his neck, drawing his lips to yours. It’s short and sweet. His lips are soft as flower petals; he’s much more reserved than he was this morning. It’s for the best, though. The ice cream will start to melt if you don’t get back soon, plus anyone could see you out here.
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The rest of the walk has a different brand of silence, the comfortable, companionable kind of quiet shared between people who are just happy to be in each others’ company.
Reentering the dorm is a little like walking into a riot. Naturally there’s plenty of yelling. Someone (with a death wish, clearly) has strewn as many of Minho’s cat clothes as they could find around the living room. Chan is laughing so hard that he’s crying with Jeongin actively trying to smother Jisung with a pillow on the floor in front of him. It’s perfect.
“Ice cream!” Minho yells when he sees the bags in Seungmin’s hands. He grabs one bag, digging through for his favorite before tossing it to Chan. As he reaches in, he pulls out the ramen with a look of utter betrayal on his face.
“I asked you to get the least spicy one! Do you want me to die?”
With a laugh, you immediately throw Seungmin under the bus. “I’m sorry, honey. Seungmin told me that one would be best.”
Hand to his chest, fake outrage on his face, Seungmin feigns innocence. “You told me that was for Changbinnie Hyung; I never would’ve gotten that for Channie Hyung.” He stage-whispers to Chan, “watch out for that one, she doesn’t have your best interests at heart, Hyung.”
You venture into the chaos, passing out ice cream, hearing about the shenanigans you missed while you were gone. When you make your way to a less murderous Jeongin and a barely breathing Jisung, you give the latter a little kick. “You guys can quit meddling; we’re figuring things out.
Jisung beams up at you while Jeongin deadpans, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Whatever you say, Innie.” You plant a kiss on his cheek, bringing out his dimples.
The rest of the night ends up being a lot calmer than the one before. The group opts to watch a movie rather than getting the games going again. One turns into two, and everyone snuggles up together. When the second movie ends, the others start figuring out sleeping arrangements and who all will be heading back home to their own beds. Seungmin takes your hand, leading you back to his room. The t-shirt you wore to bed the night before is slung over his desk chair.
He eyes the shirt. “Are you gonna stay over again tonight?”
You nod, grabbing the shirt as he leaves the room. You’re entering new territory here. It makes you nervous. You consider leaving your clothes on but ultimately decide it would be more awkward to act differently than normal. You’re sitting cross legged on his bed, chewing on your lip when Seungmin comes back in, gently closing and locking the door behind him.
He approaches with a small smile, giving you a peek at the braces he too often tries to hide. You expect him to sit beside you, talk about what you guys are to each other, what you’re becoming. What actually happens is much better.
His big hands are on either side of your face, lips crashing to yours before he even gets all the way onto the bed. Your tongues clash; he’s kissing you like a thirsty man drinks water, taking as much as he can get. As your arms wrap around his neck, his hands move down to your thighs; he lifts you with surprising strength, sliding underneath you so that you’re straddling him. In your state of undress, his hands easily slide up under your shirt. One stays near your hip, rubbing his thumb over the top of your panties. The other continues up, giving your breast a squeeze before pinching your quickly stiffening nipple between two fingers.
You gasp into his mouth, excited by his touch and surprised at his ferocity. Your hands swiftly reach down, gripping the hem of his shirt and drawing it up. He breaks the kiss to drop it to the floor and pull yours up and off to join it. Immediately, his mouth locks onto your breast, licking and sucking, while his hand moves to tease at your other nipple. You arch into his touch with a soft moan, one hand in his hair while the other sneaks between your bodies to grasp his cock. It is an impressive length and its girth makes you salivate as you imagine the way he’ll be filling you soon.
It’s his turn to groan as you start to pump him through his shorts. He drags your mouth back to his and allows you to push him down onto his back. He kneads his fingers into your ass as you grind against him. Even with the remaining layers between you, it feels amazing. Seungmin clearly agrees. “Fuck.”
You smile into his mouth, pleased to hear how you’re affecting him. You start kissing along his jaw, licking and nibbling at his neck, drawing a sharp exhale out of him. With that, his hand appears between your legs, another soft groan escapes his lips when he makes contact with your drenched panties, realizing just how hot he’s made you. The rough circle of his fingers almost makes you want to forget what you had in mind.
“Noona, I –”
You silence him with a kiss. “Just relax, Minnie. Let me take care of you.” You kiss your way down his body. You’ve seen him shirtless before, but you never imagined you’d have the chance to be this intimate with him. He’s thin, but you can feel how strong he is with each kiss and caress. You stop to nip at his hip, and glance back up to see him smiling down are you, lower lip pulled between his teeth. You tuck your hands into the waistband of his shorts, pausing for just a second before pulling them off along with his boxers, tossing them to join the rest of your clothes on the ground.
As you settle yourself between his legs, you lick your lips and run your fingertips lightly along his cock. He’s so big. You aren’t sure that you’ll be able to take all of him, but you can’t wait to try.
Seungmin props himself up on his elbows so he can watch you more easily. He looks almost mesmerized as you drag your tongue from base to tip, eyes locked on his. You wrap your lips around his head and suck hard. A strangled whimper comes from the head of the bed as Seungmin tips his head back, exposing his lovely long neck; you wish you could leave dark marks all over it.
You take it slow, one hand wrapped around his base while you lick, kiss, and suck along the rest. You gradually take more and more of him down your throat, his melodic moans combatting your discomfort at his size. You can tell he’s doing his best to stay still, to let you do your work, but as you try to take him a little further, his hips jerk up with a “fuck.” You gag, tears springing to your eyes, and pull off for a second to catch your breath.
“I’m sorry, baby,” he sits halfway up, reaching to cup your cheek and brushing away a tear with his thumb. “It just feels so good.”
You like hearing him call you ‘baby.’ You just smile at him, then lazily drag the flat of your tongue over his tip to collect the precum leaking out. “I’m fine, Minnie. Don’t worry.”
Before you can get back to your work, he pulls your face up to his for a kiss. “As much as I like this, I was hoping we could switch things up.”
His smile is so relaxed and beautiful. You nod, and he reaches over to dig in his nightstand. “Shit. I’m going to kill Jeongin.”
He flops back over onto his back with a sigh, and you can’t help laughing.
“It’s not funny, Noona,” but he’s chuckling, too. “Things were going so well.”
“They’re still going well, Min.” You lay down at his side and give him a few kisses. “We don’t have to go any further. But if you feel comfortable, I do have an IUD. So as long as we’re both clean, there’s not much to worry about. Granted, I should’ve checked that before I put your dick in my mouth.”
You’re both laughing again. “Don’t worry, Noona; I’m good. I haven’t been with anyone since the last time I got tested. I would never do anything that could harm you.”
And you know it’s true.
“Well then,” you move to straddle him again. You’re still aching for him, the brief interruption doing nothing to slow you down. As you grind your hips, you know he feels the same. As much as you want to take the next step, you loathe to stop. He feels so good. “I guess we’re good to go.”
Before you can do anything else, Seungmin moves suddenly, flipping you so that you’re underneath him. Once again, his speed surprises you as he peels your panties off your body and settles between your thighs.
He sits back on his heels, his mouth is quirked up on one side. “Almost good to go.”
You pull a face. “Kim Seungmin, it’s rude of you to make me wait for your cock.”
His smile widens as he leans down to kiss you. But instead of giving you what you want, he shimmies down your body until you’re gifted with the beautiful view of Seungmin’s head between your thighs. You almost want to complain, impatient to have him inside you, but the feeling of his breath ghosting over you paired with that of his hands caressing your hips while he stares up at you with those boba eyes amps up your anticipation. “I got ahead of myself; I need to do something first.”
He teases you at first, kissing the insides of your thighs, your outer lips – his mouth everywhere but where you want it. Where you need it. You slide your hands into his hair, pulling lightly to try to redirect him, and whisper, “Seungmin, please.”
“Patience, Noona.” The smile he flashes at you reminds you that he’s one of the group’s biggest menaces. Luckily, he heeds your plea anyway, and your mind goes blank the second his tongue touches you. He mimics the way you started with him, a nice, slow lick, then swirling his tongue around your clit for a moment before blowing on it gently. You clench and moan at the sensation.
He works you slowly, teasingly, switching up his technique every time your legs start to tremble. It’s so good and terrible all at once; you don’t know how much more you can take. When he suddenly starts sucking and flicking his tongue up and down, you feel you might implode. If you weren’t so turned on, you might be embarrassed by the whine in your voice.
“Minnie…”
He pulls away and sits up with a grin, almost simultaneously sliding two long fingers into you. His thumb begins circling your clit as they curl inside you. You let out a small whimper.
He shifts so that he’s kneeling with one hand posted at your side as he pulls his fingers out to stroke himself. You’re disappointed to be left empty, but love watching him spread your wetness along his shaft.
Seungmin drags the head of his cock through your folds, tapping your clit with his clit a few times before moving to fill the loss of his fingers. When he starts to slide in, you can’t help the moan that leaves your lips. He smiles even wider as he lowers himself down, now braced on his elbows as he slowly buries himself into you. “Tell me how you’re feeling, Noona.”
“Oh, Minnie,” you all but gasp, wrapping your arms and legs around him. Your nails dig into his back as he starts slowly rocking his hips. He fills you so well, hitting just the right spot. “You feel so, oh, so good, Seungmin. God. You’re, uh ah, perfect.”
Whether it’s your words or the squeeze of your body around him, Seungmin can’t go slow anymore. He picks up the pace, and you try to meet him thrust for thrust. He sits back and slides his hands under your knees to fold you so that your knees are at your chest. In this position, you’re unable to kiss him, though it had been getting hard to focus on kissing anyway. Instead you watch the concentration and pleasure on his face as he begins slamming into you; it’s a symphony of skin on skin, heavy breathing, gasps, and moans.
You start to near your peak, and he must be able to tell. He sits up more, and his hands slide up your thighs to bring your calves up over his shoulders . It’s almost too much for you. You can’t do much more than clutch at the sheets. He pounds into you, his fingers digging hard into your hips. You might end up with bruises. Good as it feels, you need more to put you over the edge.
“Min… I need…”
He knows. He sticks his thumb in his mouth for a moment before applying delicious pressure to your clit. The friction created with his thrusts has your eyes watering. Your breath is coming out in gasps and moans as you try to say his name. You grab the hand that’s still on your hip.
“Baby, I’m gonna come,” he pants.
You can feel the surge in him as he tries to stave it off. It tips you over the edge. Your body is on fire as you convulse around him. Seungmin soon follows you, allowing your legs to fall back down around his hips, he grinds into you. His other hand finds yours, fingers interlocked above your head, and his forehead rests on yours as you ride out your pleasure.
When the tremors pass, he plants a soft his on your lips before slumping down with his face in the crook of your neck. You wrap your arms around him, relishing the feel of his weight on your body. You lay like that for what feels like forever, breathing each other in as he grows soft inside you. Finally, he sits up and pulls out, grabbing the package of wet wipes from his nightstand for a quick clean up. Then, like the night before, Seungmin lays down, pulling you against him – this time on his back, your head resting on his chest. You fall asleep easily with his arms around you, listening to the steady beat of his heart.
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You wake when you feel Seungmin getting out of bed and pressing a kiss to your forehead.
“Minnie?” You murmur, trying to reach out and touch him before he moves too far away. He takes your hand and brings it to his lips.
“I’ll be right back; I just want to start the coffee.”
You let your eyes close again and stretch as he heads to the door. You hear a huffed laugh and open your eyes to see him walking back to you with something in his hands. A basket?
He holds up the note that must’ve been on top. “Minho Hyung thinks he’s funny.”
Your eyes widen, and you sit up as he sets the basket between you. Your cheeks flush as you take in its contents: two bottles of cold brew, two bottles of gatorade, a handful of granola bars and a couple bananas, a package of wet wipes, a bottle of lube, a sleeve of condoms, and –
“What is this?” You unfold a pamphlet of some sort. It shows a few stick figures doing a variety of stretches to ‘help avoid thigh burn out,’ all with Minho’s signature wrinkly-faced Jureumi. “Do I even want to know what the note says?”
You’re sure your face is as red as Seungmin’s as he reads it aloud:
Darling Puppy,
Did you forget you live in a dorm with other people? As proud as I am to know that you’re a competent lover, I think I speak for us all when I say there’s no need to provide further evidence. Here you’ll find a few goodies to aid you in your adventure – remember, it’s important to not only have enough sustenance to maintain your stamina but also to do your best to avoid cramping. Also, keep in mind that not everyone wakes as early as you, so any morning activities should be kept to a minimum volume. In a pinch, biting a pillow can stifle a good number of… interjections.
Don’t make me hurt you,
Your Favorite Hyung
P.S. Happy for you, Noona. You’re welcome to stay over any time so long as you keep your dog on a leash.
You’re pretty embarrassed, but luckily you’ve witnessed plenty of embarrassing moments when hanging with the guys. You can’t believe you’d both forgotten to try to keep things quiet. Still, this isn’t even going to be the most awkward sex story from this dorm. Felix will forever hold that crown. And when you’re laughing with Seungmin about it, seeing the unabashed joy on his face, you know you’d do it again, if given the chance.
Seungmin leaves you to shower, saying he’ll go out to get a true breakfast. Typically he doesn’t like to eat in his room, but when he gets back he lays the food between you on the bed then pulls something out of the other bag he brought in. A couple sets of ear plugs. He’s grinning as he brings out a bag of small bows to stick on top. “Think this is a good enough apology gift?”
Lyric stared at the screen, heat licking up her spine like an untamed flame.
Her panties—wrapped around his cock.
Hobi’s grip was tight, his abs flexing with every slow, desperate stroke. His voice—low, ruined—had broken at the very end, her name slipping out like a prayer he couldn’t hold back.
Her thighs pressed together, a wicked smirk curling on her lips.
She was driving him crazy.
Good.
She dragged her fingers over her phone, the rush of control settling deep in her bones. The three dots appeared instantly, and she could feel his impatience.
Hobi: Lyric. Please.
She exhaled through her nose, biting her lip as she typed.
Lyric: Please what, baby?
His response was instant.
Hobi: Send me something. Anything. I need you.
Her stomach tightened at the need in his words.
Lyric: So greedy.
Hobi: Yes. I’ll be whatever you want. Just give me something to hold onto.
A shiver ran down her spine. She let the moment stretch, her fingers hovering over the keyboard, knowing it was killing him.
Then—
Hobi: I’ll send a car. Just tell me where.
Her eyes widened.
Lyric: Excuse me?
Hobi: I’ll send a car right now. Come to me.
Her heart pounded, excitement laced with amusement.
Lyric: You’re down bad, huh?
Hobi: Fucking wrecked. I need to taste you. Right now.
Her thighs tensed.
The idea of showing up at his place, letting him pull her inside and ruin her the way she knew he wanted to—it sent a rush of heat straight to her core.
But she wasn’t going to make it that easy.
He had to earn it.
Lyric: Mmm. Tempting. But I think I like watching you suffer. 😈
His reply was instant.
Hobi: Lyric, please.
She laughed, wicked and full of power.
This man—one of the most charismatic, confident men in the world—was desperate for her.
She stretched out on the bed, running her fingers along her bare thigh.
Lyric: I dunno… you already have my panties. Isn’t that enough?
Hobi: NO.
She bit her lip, dragging her free hand lower, teasing herself over the silk slip she hadn’t even bothered to remove.
Lyric: You sound so needy, baby.
Hobi: I AM. I’m losing my fucking mind. I need to hear you.
Her own arousal spiked at his unraveling.
Alright.
She lifted the covers, sliding her hand beneath the waistband of her panties, fingers pressing into slick heat.
She wasn’t even surprised at how wet she was.
Hobi had done this to her.
She switched to video mode, flipping the camera to her front-facing lens. The lighting was dim, shadows stretching across her skin as she adjusted, pressing record.
She let out a slow, breathy sigh, lids heavy with arousal. Her lips parted, fingers pressing just right, dragging out the heat building in her core.
Then, as her body arched under the pleasure—
A soft, wrecked moan.
His name.
“Hobi…”
She hit send.
Seconds passed.
Then—
A call.
Incoming Video Call: Hobi
She smirked.
He was losing it.
She let the call ring twice before answering.
Hobi’s face filled the screen—his hair was a mess, lips slightly parted, his chest still heaving from whatever torture he’d put himself through watching her. His jaw tensed the second he saw her, eyes wild with need.
“Lyric,” he rasped.
She licked her lips, tilting her head. “You called?”
His hand ran through his hair, frustration and lust twisting into something dangerous. “You’re evil.”
She hummed, slipping her fingers into her mouth, tasting herself just to see his reaction.
His groan was low and filthy.
“Fuck, you’re killing me,” he breathed.
She grinned.
“Good.”
Lyric let her fingers trace the edge of her phone, her lips curling in satisfaction as Hobi’s wrecked voice filled the quiet space of her hotel room.
Thank God Destiny was still up on the rooftop garden, lost in her thoughts, and Lauren had disappeared into her own room the second they got back.
Because the way this man sounded—
Absolutely wrecked.
He was gripping his phone, that much she could tell. His voice was strained, rough like he was barely holding himself together.
“You’re enjoying this way too much.”
Lyric smirked, her fingers still lazily teasing herself beneath the covers. God, he sounded hot like this.
“Maybe,” she murmured, drawing out the syllables like slow honey. “Or maybe I just like knowing how bad you want me.”
His breath was ragged on the other end. She could hear him shifting, restless. Probably gripping his thighs to stop himself from stroking his cock again.
“You have no idea.”
The deep timbre of his voice sent heat rushing straight between her legs.
“Then tell me.”
A sharp exhale. A curse under his breath. She could almost see him—body tight with tension, his jaw clenched, his hands flexing, ready to snap.
“You think this is funny, huh?” His voice was dark now. Different. Something low and dangerous slithered through it.
Lyric stilled.
That was… new.
The teasing lilt in her voice flickered slightly, but she recovered fast. “A little.”
› pairing - park jinyoung x fem best friend!reader
› genre - fluff, smut, non-idol au
› word count - 2.6k
› summary - you pay your best friend, jinyoung, to come with you and be your translator on a business trip to japan. truth is, you only wanted an excuse to have him alone in a hotel room.
› a/n - hope you enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it! shy sub jinyoung is such a concept
“Come on, Jinyoung! My Japanese is nowhere near as good as yours,” you pleaded with your best friend for the nth time that day.
“And whose fault is that?” Jinyoung deadpanned.
“Noona, I love you—I really do, but I am not going to Japan with you just to be your translator.”
You just let out a defeated sigh and plopped down on your leather couch. You did feel kinda guilty for asking the poor guy to accompany you on a 5-day business trip to Japan so he could help you communicate but truth be told, you really just wanted his company more than anything. But that wasn’t something you could tell him.
You and Jinyoung met when you were just a broke college student looking for someone to share an apartment with. Fortunately, he was also broke and looking for someone to share his apartment with—that someone being you. The two of you quickly grew close and you’ve lived with the younger ever since.
The unfortunate part is that you kind-sorta fell in love with your best friend which is literally what every single cheesy romance novel and movie tells you NOT to do. So here you were begging Jinyoung to go on this trip with you, with the excuse that you couldn’t speak Japanese, just so you didn’t have to spend time away from him. Love is disgusting.
As you sat on the couch watching some anime, you suddenly thought of a way to convince him to come with you.
“I’ll pay you!”
“Y/N, I don’t want your mo-“
“1,000,000 won,” You cut him off before he could continue. Now that seemed to have grabbed his attention.
“A mil- a million won?”
You nodded enthusiastically. It may have seemed like a surprise to him but that money was nothing to you. You worked with one of the biggest publishers in Korea plus you’d be getting paid even more for the trip you’re going on.
He sighs and agrees, huffing out a small, “fine.”
“Really? Thank you, thank you, thank you!” You jump up from the couch and run over to Jinyoung, littering his cheeks with kisses. You pull away and go to your room to start packing, missing the pink that tinges Jinyoung’s cheeks.
You can’t help but admire how effortlessly attractive Jinyoung looks while driving, sunglasses sitting on the bridge of his nose to keep the sunrise from shining into his eyes and his hair blowing back from the air coming through his cracked window. The two of you were on your way to the airport and you couldn’t help the excitement of spending more time with Jinyoung bubbling up inside of you. Sure, you guys have lived together for years but for some reason, the thought of sharing a hotel room and going sight seeing in Japan with him felt so much more intimate.
“Why are you staring?”
“Because you’re handsome.”
“Well stop.” Jinyoung demands, trying not to blush and miserably failing.
“Cute.” You smile to yourself.
“Baby, you should know by now that I don’t take orders from nobody. Just shut up and drive.”
Jinyoung can’t help the deep red that spreads on his cheeks and ears as he obeys.
You had always been a more dominant person, not just in bed, but in life in general. You never took shit from anyone and you always had to have your way no matter what. That’s what Jinyoung loved about you, along with how caring you were. When he needed something or someone, you were always there for him.
Shortly after you guys arrived at the airport and boarded your flight, Jinyoung put on his neck pillow and fell right asleep, leaving you alone for two and a half hours with your thoughts and excitement.
As the plane starts to land, you look over to see Jinyoung still sleeping and you can’t help but think about how innocent he looks and how bad you want to ruin him.
“Snap out of it, Y/N! He’s your best friend”
“Jinyoung.” You whisper, nudging the sleeping man beside you.
“Wake up, we’re landing.”
“We are?” he finally mumbles, stirring awake.
“Mhm.”
As soon as you walked out of the airport, you couldn’t contain your excitement as you ranted to Jinyoung about all the places you wanted to visit while you were there.
“Noona, calm down. I thought this was a business trip?”
“Sweetie, the actual business doesn’t start until tomorrow and this is my first time in Japan so I want to spend all of today exploring!”
“Oh God,” the younger sighed as he helped load your luggage into a taxi.
“Well, first we need to check into the hotel.”
“Right.” you agreed, letting Jinyoung tell the driver where to go.
Working for one of Korea’s largest publishing companies sure did have it’s perks. One being the luxury hotel room that was fully paid for by the company. As soon as you opened the door you were met with a full size bed on the left and a huge flat screen TV right across from it. On the far side of the hotel room was a huge window, providing a beautiful view of Tokyo, and a small dining table in from of it. The bathroom was beautiful too and for a second, you considered living here instead of your apartment back home.
After looking around, you grabbed your purse and your phone and head for the door, Jinyoung following behind you. As beautiful as this hotel room was, you wanted to spend all day exploring Tokyo before you had to get to work the next day.
So that’s what you did. You and Jinyoung spent almost the entire day, running around the city, visiting places like the Tokyo Tower and Sensō-Ji. Despite Jinyoung insisting you let him pay for something, you continued to pay for everything. It’s not like you were gonna let your company’s travel allowance go to waste.
It was now dusk and you and Jinyoung were walking along a busy street on your way to your hotel room, which wasn’t far from here. The two of you had initially taken a taxi, but you insisted on having the driver drop you off and walking the rest of the way because there was a cute little bookstore that you wanted to visit.
“Here it is!” you shout excitedly, dragging Jinyoung inside.
Once you were in, you couldn’t help but look around in awe. You had always had a thing for small bookstores ever since you were in primary school. It’s hard to explain but they just made you feel safe. Not to mention all of the books filled with beautiful words, pages, and stories. Being inside of a bookstore made you feel like you were in another world.
“Alright, go look around and find some books you like. I’ll buy them for you.” you tell your best friend, walking off to find some books that you like.
“You’ve already spent so much money on me today, Y/N. I’m-“
You cut him off with a stern look and he sighed in defeat, knowing how stubborn you were.
You looked around for a while, picking up a book here and there, until you found a book that caught your eye. Opening it up, you quickly found out that it was some femdom erotica. You flipped through a few pages, failing to notice the presence behind you until he cleared his throat. When you turned around, you were met with a blushing Jinyoung, hand full of books.
“You ready?” you asked him and he just nodded in return.
“A-are you gonna buy that book?”
You follow his gaze to the book you were just reading a second ago and nod yes.
“Yeah, why?”
“No reason.” he replies, avoiding your gaze.
You shrug off his weird behavior and go to pay for the books before walking out of the store, Jinyoung trailing close behind. As you near your hotel, you can’t help but notice how quiet and fidgety he is the entire time.
After entering the hotel room and putting everything down, you decide to confront the younger.
“Hey, what’s up with you? You’ve been acting weird since we left the bookstore.” you stood before him with your arms crossed as he sat on the bed, playing with his fingers.
“I-it’s nothing, noona”
“Don’t lie to me. Tell me what’s wrong.” you use an assertive tone.
Jinyoung’s weakness: he could never lie to you. So he gathers enough courage to look up at you and answer truthfully.
“I- it’s just- well the book you were reading..” he struggles to find the right words.
At first, you were super confused and then it clicked. He must have read part of that erotica, which explains why he kept blushing so much. You smirked, an idea suddenly popping up in your head. You had a feeling Jinyoung was submissive in bed and now was your chance to prove that theory.
“Aww, Jinnie. Did that book turn you on? Did you think of me doing that to you, is that why you can’t look me in the eye?” you teased.
He just looked away, blushing even harder.
“How fucking cute.”
“Look at me. And answer my question.” you stepped forward grabbing Jinyoung’s jaw and forcing him to look at you.
“Yes, noona.” he whimpered.
“Fuck. Tell me what you want, Jinyoung. Tell me what you want and it’s all yours.”
“I want you to fuck me” he pleaded looking up at you with puppy eyes.
Without wasting any time, you took off both of your clothes, leaving you in just your underwear. Jinyoung scooted up on the bed so that you could straddle him, before you attacked his lips. He moaned into to kiss as you began rolling your hips on his.
“He’s definitely a sub.” you think as you continue to roll your hips down even harder.
“Noona, if you keep doing that, I’m gonna cum,” he huffed out.
“Already?” you tease in a menacing tone.
He blushes hard at that, feeling embarrassed.
“It’s what you do to me, noona. You make me feel so good.”
You coo at how adorable he looks beneath you trying to hold off his orgasm.
“Hey,” you lean and whisper into his ear. “You don’t need to feel embarrassed. It’s okay if you wanna cum, I just want you to feel good. Okay?”
“But I don’t wanna come yet!” he says, trying to still your hips but to no avail.
“It’s okay, baby. We have all night, I promise to fuck you so good but I need you to be a good boy for me right now and let go.”
“Ugh! Noonaaa,” he shouts out before finally letting go and coming in his boxers.
You continue to grind, working him through his orgasm before moving off him and going over to your bag to look for the strap-on and lube you packed. What? You never know when an opportunity may arise.
“Where are you going?” Jinyoung asked, sitting up on his elbows.
“You did say you wanted me to fuck you, didn’t you?” you turn around showing him the items you grabbed out of your bag.
“O-okay.” he stutters, nervously.
“You don’t have to be nervous. I promise I’ll take good care of you.” you reassure him, walking back toward the bed with the items.
You set the strap-on and lube to the side and move to take off Jinyoung’s boxers to find that he’s already semi-hard again.
“Have you done anything like this before?” you ask him, squeezing lube on your fingers so that you could prep him.
“I-i’ve fingered myself, but that’s all.” he admits bashfully as a pink hue dusts his cheeks.
“Okay, baby. Before we start, are you completely sure that you want this?”
He just nods in response.
“Words, baby.”
“Yes, noona.”
“Good boy.” you praise before leaning down and tracing his rim and slowly sliding a finger inside of him.
He let out a soft whine at the feeling and once he relaxed, you started to slowly thrust your finger in and out.
“Does it feel good?” you ask, peppering kisses all over his face and neck.
“Uhuh, m-more please?”
“Okay, baby.” you complied, working in another finger.
You curled both of your fingers upward, rubbing them against his walls as he threw his head back and moaned loudly, grinding his hips against your fingers. He looked so beautiful like this, face contorted in absolute pleasure, eyes watering, cheeks red. You couldn’t get enough of him.
“I‘m close.” he warned, stomach tensing, trying to ward off his orgasm.
You give him a few more pumps before pulling your fingers out, Jinyoung whining at the loss of contact.
“I don’t want you to come again before I get to fuck you.” you say putting on your strap and lubing it up while he watches your movements closely.
“Ready?” you ask as you line yourself up with his entrance.
“Yes, noona.”
You slowly push in until you bottom out and wait for him to adjust and relax before you begin moving. You watch as his face contorts in pleasure as you slowly begin thrusting. He grabs onto your shoulders and rakes his nails down your back as you start to pick up the pace.
“How do you feel?” you ask before grabbing his length and pumping at a steady pace.
“So good, noona. It feels so good,” he babbles, throwing his head back.
You could tell by looking at him that he was close. Stomach tensing, moans growing louder and louder.
“Yeah, you gonna come for me baby? It’s okay, just let go baby.” you coo in his ear, moving to bite down on his neck as you continue to thrust and pump him at the same time.
“Kiss me, noona. Please, I want you to kiss me when I come.” he begs.
You comply, moving up to his lips and locking them with yours. It only takes a few more seconds until he cums all over both of your stomachs, crying into the kiss. You give him a few more pumps before halting, not wanting to overstimulate him.
“What about you, Y/N?”
“I’m fine, baby. I just wanted you to feel good.”
“But I wanna pleasure you too, noona,” he huffs. “Ride my face?”
You shiver at the offer and eventually agree, taking off your panties and moving to straddle his face.
He immediately gets to work, lapping up your wetness. You can’t help but moan loudly at the action, not realizing how turned on you were from taking care of him. You grab ahold of Jinyoung’s hair and start grinding against his tongue as he moans into your heat, moving his head at the same pace.
“Fuck! Jinyoung, you’re doing so well for me, oh my God.” You moan out, eyes rolling back.
It doesn’t take long for the familiar heat to grow within your stomach and you barely have time to warn him before you cum all over his face, screaming loudly.
It take a moment for you to calm down before you move off of him to sit beside him on the bed. You don’t miss the way his dick twitches, rock hard again.
“Oh my God, you’re hard again?” you ask incredulously.
“You were so hot on top of me, noona.” he replies, bashfully.
You just lightly chuckle and move to cuddle with him.
Summary: Jungkook comes off stage to find he’s in need of some help with a certain something in his pants.
Note: Just felt a little inspired by Jungkook’s bulge in the Black Swan performance so I wrote this instead of doing my uni assignments as I should have been! I know this concept has probably been done a hundred times but whatever. I’m practicing on my writing so any feedback is welcome!
.........
As the boys came into the dressing room one by one after performing Black Swan, you waited patiently for Jungkook so you could help him change into his next stage outfit. The only problem was he was nowhere to be seen.
“I thought he was right behind me” Jimin shrugged when you asked him. “I’m sure he’ll be here soon, maybe just got caught up with something”.
You waited around 10 minutes before starting to worry and went to look for him. He wasn’t in the toilet and wasn’t anywhere on set - no one had seen him.
You stopped as you were walking past the unused dressing rooms - you were sure you’d heard a moan come from behind one of the doors. You cautiously opened one to find a startled jungkook sitting on the sofa, hastily closing the zipper on his trousers.
“Oh noona!” He mumbled somewhat sheepishly.
“Jungkook? What are you - oh...” you stopped as you looked down to see the very obvious bulge he was failing to cover up with his hands right now.
You hid a smile as you questioned him. “Aaw Kookie, do you have a little problem down there? Or should I say a big problem?” You stifled a laugh as you recalled the generous clothing size requirements when it came to his crotch area.
“Ah please don’t laugh! It was the clothes, they were rubbing me up when I was dancing and now it won’t go away! I can’t go into our dressing room - if the others see this I’ll never hear the end of it!” Jungkook hid his face in a pillow out of embarrassment.
“Well you need to do something about it fast because I need to get you into your next outfit. Think of something unsexy, like Yoongi’s morning voice” (it was the first thing that came to mind, but totally untrue – Yoongi’s morning voice was incredibly sexy). You were about to leave to give him some privacy but – “Noona, wait…can you help me?” He was looking at you hesitantly with his adorable bambi eyes, sitting up with more confidence as you gazed into them. You couldn’t resist that face… and you had to admit, the thought of getting him off turned you on.
“Ugh… this is a one off, okay? And no one must know – I could lose my job for this. Trousers and underwear off baby boy.” You decided to make the most of this moment and tease him – he hated being called baby boy, you knew as you’d heard his hyungs play around with the nickname to his dismay. “Don’t call me that” he grimaced.
You walked over and straddled his thighs without hesitation – something he was not expecting as he leaned back onto the sofa in surprise, being careful not to touch you inappropriately, all confidence he had a moment ago gone.
“It’s okay Kookie, just relax and enjoy it.” You whispered as you took his hard length into your hand, starting to stroke up and down (god, he really was well endowed). Jungkook whimpered, leaning his head back as you held tighter onto his cock, spreading the precum from his tip along it. You placed your other hand on his shoulder to keep yourself balanced and focused on putting your strength into the hand that was gliding up and down his cock, aiming to get him to cum as quickly as possible. His whimpers started to turn into heavier moans, the veins in his neck standing out as he whined under you. The sounds he was making right now were absolutely delicious, you were getting hotter just watching him - and when he moaned “noona” breathily, you felt wetness pool into your underwear. Jungkook coming undone beneath you by your hand was without a doubt insanely hot - your mind ran through the possibilities of having him under your control like this more often.
“Come on Kookie, cum for me” you said in a low voice, deeply affected by his moans and gasps. You quickened your pace on his hardness as he writhed under you, placing his hands on your thighs.
“Ah – uh – noona, I’m gonna…” he started to say, seconds after you had already realised he couldn’t cum on either of your clothes or the sofa. Fuck it, you thought as you got on your knees in front of him and took his cock into your mouth. You didn’t have to do much, he started to spurt into your mouth after you deepthroated him twice, your hand still stroking him to squeeze out every last drop of cum onto your tongue before swallowing.
Your legs were shaking slightly as you stood up and fixed your hair, looking at him expectantly. He stared back at you in awe. “Holy shit noona that was so hot, damn” he smirked as he ran a hand through his hair, all confidence in himself apparently returned.
“Get over it baby boy, it can’t ever happen again” you said as he scowled at the nickname. “Hurry up, we’ve wasted enough time in here, you need to go and get changed. The others are probably ready.”
You couldn’t tear your eyes away from him as he stood up and pulled up his underwear and trousers, he noticed as you bit your lip, clenching your thighs together.
“Are you okay noona? Do you need me to help you out there?” he smirked again, looking towards your covered wet core. You pondered … you were already in this deep… there would be no harm in him helping you cum too right? Besides, you were marvelling at how hot he looked right now after having cum because of you. You would be stupid to say no really. Your mind was hazy with lust as you found yourself letting him lay you down on the sofa and pull your skirt up, your panties off, and move his head down between your thighs…
…..........
You finally returned to the dressing room (in a more relaxed state) where the rest of the group were having their make-up done.
“Noona, did you find Jungkook? We were starting to worry” Hobi questioned.
“Yes, I found him, he was talking to the camera director – wanting to have a go with the cameras – typical of him, right?” you rolled your eyes as you told the convincing lie. Hobi laughed and easily took it in. When Jungkook came trailing into the room, you immediately took him away behind the screen to give him his next outfit.
“Noona, what if these trousers have the same effect on me… will you help me out again? This time with your pussy?” he looked at you, eyes gleaming with hope and mischief, then laughing as you punched his arm lightly. He had started to think too much of himself after turning you into a whimpering mess using his mouth and fingers just minutes ago. Maybe you would never hear the end of this from him… but was it really a bad thing…?
[1:11am] It would be like any other day as you walked into the JYP building ready to get some practice in as you would bump into Jisung.
“Noona! W-what are you doing here so early?” He would stutter as he still couldn’t get over his excitement of always bumping into you.
A smile would grace your lips as he swore his heart stopped for a second. “I’m here to practice, silly! What else would I be here for?” You giggled as he blushed, forgetting that you too had a comeback as Stray Kids did the next week.
Right as he was about to open his mouth, Jackson had come out of a practice room and saw you. “Yo, (Y/n)! Where have you been? Get in here already or we’ll definitely be behind schedule!” He had yelled at you from across the hallway.
Jisung looked at you with confusion as you looked back at him after waving Jackson off in a way to tell him to wait a bit more.
“Sorry, Ji, I gotta go. Maybe after my duet practice with Jackson, we could go eat somewhere? My treat!” You hugged him goodbye as you made your way to the practice room where Jackson was, the door closing behind you.
What you didn’t see was the upset and sad look Jisung made as he forgot that you and Jackson had made a sensual song not too long ago and feared he would lose you to him as he was older than him.
you just laid flat on your bed, sprawled like a starfish. you made a heavy sigh as you eye the ceiling.
"well that's a big sigh. what's the problem?" , jeongin, your little brother, said as he did his project.
"have you ever wondered how did mom and dad's teenage love life went by? like, do they also do what teenagers in love nowadays do?"
"i don't know. i wasn't alive during the 90s."
"do you think me and changbin's relationship would work out?"
"hmmm, just know that in a relationship, it won't function well if only one is making it work. he's my friend, i know he'll make things work out and i know you more, you won't play with love."
