content warning : literally mild as fuck. Alcohol & party scenes, crude language/slang, kind of a suggestive humor, mild teasing/bullying, satirical portrayal of college/frat culture. No explicit content — all humor/fluff only.
note: this is genuinely not proof read omg I'm actually so mad, the whole situation with bp and then I tried to make a banner for this and it flopped so bad so I had to resort to the blandest styles of icons and then I obviously got lazy at the end with anton and sohee's part </3.
OSAKI SHOTARO — The Dedicated President
The frat president <3. He is pretty earnest when it comes to the legacy of the frat. He enjoys doing activities that the other guys find to be boring such as; volunteering, fundraising and networking. He loves him some professional dancing — and he even dreams about opening his own dance studio one day, which is why he tries his best to earn money on his own instead of just using his parents money. His mom comes to visit every two weeks or so to bring fresh laundered clothes, catch up with him and what not — literally shows up like he’s 8 years old and forgot his lunchbox. All of his extra-curriculars will look great on a law school application. He is genuinely dedicated to being a good frat prez. He brought his car to school this year just so he can drive home his plethora of bedpost notches because that’s just the kind of guy he is. But when it comes to you? Good lord… the man literally short-circuits.
The first time you met, you spilled your drink on his very expensive shoes. But he's not able to react because for some reason he is unable to move or form any words. You apologise and keep it moving. But him? He’s standing there having a full-on crisis like you just dropped a diamond into a sewer.
He starts to panic — which is foreign to him. He's never been the type to panic and crumble in front of a girl but he loses his cool and swagger COMPLETELY. He’s smooth-talking and unbelievably attractive — yet these two merits couldn't even serve him. His brain left the chat. Packed its bags and moved to another country.
After that? He starts asking his inner circle for relationship advice while pretending he’s "just hanging out." Literally pulling the "hypothetically…" card like he’s fooling anyone. He will awkwardly try to integrate you into high-status events, bringing you to the front-and-center of the VIP section like he’s parading a trophy — but a nervous, flustered trophy. And maybe one day… you will finally give him a chance to take you out on a proper date. Poor thing might actually pass out if you say yes.
SONG EUNSEOK — The Unhinged Party Animal.
Sigh. The bro. The party animal. He is rocking the Hawaiian shirt and the clubmaster sunglasses indoors for whatever reason. Always drinking beer. Also lowkey an asshole too — definitely stops a freshman mid-sentence and goes: “Buddy, I don't think we invited you here.” Like he wouldn't mind embarrassing them at all.</3
He's one of the most fun frat boys to party with. Makes the best jungle juice that tastes like fruit punch but will have you seeing God at 6 AM. Knows literally everyone at the party — but nobody has ever seen him in a single class. Which is why you were so surprised when he was like — “Hey I saw you in class and I thought you were the most beautiful girl…” and you’re standing there like… BRO WHAT FUCKING CLASS DO YOU EVEN GO TO?? ARE YOU ENROLLED?? DO YOU HAVE A STUDENT ID??
Also he genuinely believes any day ending in Y is a valid day to black out. Anyway… you agree to see him but keep it lowkey — and this kills him. Why won’t you let him show you off?? Why are you embarrassed to be seen with him??
Then the switch hits. Suddenly? He’s nowhere to be found on Friday nights. Basement parties? Gone. Drunk texts? Stopped. Instead he’s at your place — on the couch, watching terrible movies, talking about literally everything. His friends blowing up the group chat like “WHERE THE FUCK ARE U” and he doesn’t even reply. Because sitting quietly with you? Beats screaming over loud music with 100 drunk strangers any day.
JUNG SUNGCHAN — The Gym-Rat Lifter <3
Ah yes, The Gym-Rat Lifter <3. He lives in cut-off tanks that show every single muscle. Reeks of pre-workout so strong you can smell him from across campus. Mentions his bench press PR like it’s his greatest life achievement. He's a lowkey meathead but it's okay — he’s cute so we let it slide. He has a fitness Instagram aside from his personal one (he uses his personal one to attract people so they could join his fitness program…) And if you haven't heard about it then trust me, you will soon. He will make sure of it.
Sometimes he might come off standoffish or dense but it's just because he's truly self-absorbed in a way that he doesn't realize that it's kind of weird. Like yes Sungchan we get it you lift — breathe please. But when he starts to develop a crush on you? That's when he starts to gain self-awareness. And it’s painfully adorable.
Low-key at first you were kind of weirded out by the way he wanted to orbit in your space — like you go to the bathroom and he’s suddenly there. You go to class and he’s somehow there too. You swear that you tried to ignore it but he is EVERYWHERE. And worse — he knows everyone. You literally cannot escape him.
Eventually he offers to train you, awkwardly hovering around you at the gym like a very large, very enthusiastic watchdog.
“Your form is spectacular! I have never seen such a well-proportioned form.”
“…I'm just testing out the dumbbells..?”
DO NOT EVERRRR THINK THAT YOU WILL ESCAPE HIM. Might double as a bouncer at your favorite bar. You can’t even go out without him appearing like a very buffed-up genie. But when y'all start getting close and start hanging out at each others places? He stops living on protein shakes alone and starts buying actual food, learning to cook proper meals — just in case you wanna stay for dinner. Imagine that. The meathead can cook.
Three-hour leg day? Bitch please. Gone in 45 minutes if you ask to hang out. You > gains. We love a reformed man.
PARK WONBIN — The chill gamer bro (??)
Sigh. Might be the worst type of all — a mix of "the low-key chill gamer" and fuckboy. Literally the worst combination to ever exist but here we are. Slides into your DMs, asks you to “send nudes”, and is definitely hitting on all your friends too. He’s hot, he’s charming, but he’s definitely not worth it. He relies on his looks to get everything — good grades, girls, more followers, favors — things that literally everyone else has to work for. Annoying.
Quiet, keeps to himself, always in oversized hoodies. His setup is clean, sleek, and always glowing blue like a spaceship. Most nights he's locked in with a headset on, playing tactical shooters — the kind that take focus, patience, and zero yelling. Rainbow Six Siege, Valorant, Ready or Not. And probably plays Roblox every once in a while — Dress to Impress is his favourite. DO NOT TELL THE OTHER GUYS.
Doesn’t say much — until you. Yes — we did establish that he's low-key an a-hole but we love some character development right?? ANYWAYS.
He quietly rearranges his whole routine just to reply to you instantly. Invites you over just to sit in the same room while he plays, in hopes of impressing you. Starts inviting you over even more than usual "to study" — really meaning: sit on my bed, do your work, and let me play while trying not to stare at you the whole time. He likes the warmth of you nearby. please compliment him on his skills.
He starts to teach you how to play and now yall be playing against each other and to be honest? He lets you win 95% of the time completely forgetting that he’s supposed to be competitive. He just likes seeing you smile. But a part of him is genuinely scared of what he's feeling — he doesn't know how to name this feeling but all he knows is that it makes him want to be better, more serious, and everything you would like in a guy. The fuckboy is catching feelings. And he’s TERRIFIED.
LEE SOHEE — The Sweetheart <3
Yes, they do exist. And Sohee is one of them. Like Shotaro, his reason of being in a frat is tied to legacy. He is everything a fraternity’s dreams are made of. He proudly sports his Sperry’s, custom made letters, and the little whale logo. Every. Single. Day. And he is so damn proud of it. He’s basically the face of the entire chapter.
He's down to invite literally the entire town to his parties. Goes around and asks everyone if they're having fun like a professional party host. And god forbid if you're not — because then he will make it his mission to make that change.
He stays BOOKED and BUSY — always hiking, jet skiing or swimming. There isn't any activity that he isn't willing to try. Be it adventurous and outdoor activities or creative and mindful activities. And like Shotaro he is always organizing fundraisers, volunteering, and supporting charitable causes. Literally too good to be true. Someone check his pulse.
And then there’s you. He befriends you in a short period of him, claims that yall are bsfs but anyone can see that he treats you differently. Invites you to all their parties and not expect anything from you. He’ll make sure you get home safe, protect you from his creepy brothers who think staring is a personality trait, and hold your hair back if you need it — no questions, no weird expectations. Overall, he is one of the best guys out there. And somehow… he chose YOU. Lucky.
ANTON LEE — The wannabe DJ.
Is it a fraternity if there is no Wannabe DJ? Kidding anyways. Every frat has that one guy who makes music in his bedroom. That’s Anton.
Anton likes to keep to himself and sometimes even slacks off when it comes to fraternity duties (like organizing meetings or fundraisers) which is why he resorts to cleaning common areas, cooking rotations, maintenance, or managing guests. He is high-key an artistic soul and tries to exhibit that in his music.
Has speakers, makes music, lives in his own creative world. Doesn’t know how to say it straight — so he speaks through sound. His friends tease him and try to play the music he makes in parties but he would genuinely rather kick rocks with an open-toed shoe than have that happen. Especially since you're always present in their parties.
Genuinely convinced that you're his soulmate because according to him — "he couldn't hear the music in the background the moment he saw you.. just static noise in his ears." Has he considered that its probably he's drunk out of his mind and it could probably be tinnitus..? PROBABLY NOT! So he does try to shoot his shot. So he walks up. Nervous. Hands shaking. Goes:
“I made a playlist. It reminds me of you.”
“Anton. We’ve spoken twice.”
Does he care? NO. Would dedicate an entire set to you in front of a crowded room and ruin his whole “mysterious cool artist” act in 2 seconds? YES. And he wouldn’t even care. Because to him? You’re worth looking stupid for <3.
the door to the dressing room clicked shut and before you could even turn the light on shotaro had his hand flat against the wood next to your head. the sunlight from the window caught the sharp line of his jaw and the cold dark look in his eyes that you'd never seen before.
"who was he?" he whispered, his voice low and devoid of any of its usual warmth. his hand moved to wrap around your throat, not enough to stop your breath but enough to pin you firmly against the door.
"shotaro, he's just a stylist, we were talking about the stage outfit—"
"don't lie to me" he hissed, his other hand coming up to grip your chin, forcing you to look up at him. his fingers were firm, tilting your head back until your throat was exposed. "i saw how he touched your shoulder. and i saw how you didn't pull away. do you like the attention that much?" his hand moved to your hair, tugging at the roots harshly to snap your gaze to his.
"no! shotaro, stop, you're being mean—"
"i'll show you mean" he muttered as he pointed to the floor between his knees, his expression unyielding and cold. "get down"
you hesitated, your bottom lip trembling, but his gaze didn't soften. "i said get down. since you have so much energy to talk to other men, you can use that mouth for me instead"
you slowly sank to your knees, your heart hammering against your ribs. shotaro reached forward, his fingers tangling deep in your hair to pull your head closer. he unzipped his pants with a slow, deliberate sound that made you shiver, his hard length springing free and pressing against your cheek.
"take it" he commanded, his voice sounding completely unrecognizable and deep.
you leaned forward, taking him into your mouth, but shotaro wasn't in the mood for gentleness. as soon as your lips closed over him, he gripped the back of your head with a white-knuckled hold and started to shove, forcing you to take him much deeper than you were prepared for.
the sudden fullness made your eyes water instantly, heavy tears spilling down your cheeks as you gagged against the back of your throat. you tried to pull back, your hands clutching at his thighs for leverage, but he didn't let up. he kept a firm grip on your hair, his hips bucking upward with a rhythmic, punishing force that sent him slamming into your tonsils.
"shh... don't choke now" he cooed, though his eyes were still burning with jealousy. "you wanted to be a brat today, right? this is what happens when you let other men touch what belongs to me"
he was relentless, forcing you to deep throat him until you were sobbing around him, the sound muffled, wet, and desperate. every time you tried to pull away to catch a sliver of air, he'd just growl and push deeper, his thumb reaching out to smear the tears and saliva across your cheek in a messy streak. he looked down at you, watching the way your face flushed a deep, ruined red, feeling a dark satisfaction at how much you were struggling under his absolute control.
"look at you" he groaned, his voice shaking as he felt the heat of your mouth. "crying and making a mess while you take every inch of me. you’re not going to even think about another man for a long time, are you?"
he didn't stop, his pace becoming even more aggressive as he chased his own release. he gripped your hair one last time, his knuckles dragging against your scalp as he forced you down and held you there, his hips snapping forward as he finally spent himself. he filled your mouth completely, holding your head in place to make sure you took every drop of his possessive rage.
he stayed there for a long moment, his chest heaving and his fingers still tangled in your hair, before he finally let go. he didn't help you up; he just watched you cough and wipe your mouth, his eyes still tracing the red marks his fingers had left on your neck.
"clean yourself up" he muttered, his voice returning to that chillingly calm tone as he zipped his pants. "we have a schedule in ten minutes"
