➺ Pairing - nepo!son Sunwoo x nepo!daughter reader
➺ Summary - Born into the second richest family in the country, you knew that entailed a lot of things. But one thing you didn’t take into account was being sent off into an arranged marriage, especially with him.
➺ Word Count - 2.1K
➺ Warnings - Smut (18+, minors DNI), arranged marriage au, somewhat strangers to enemies to lovers, kind of fuckboy!sunwoo, mentions of other affairs, mention of sex toys, f! masturbation, cunnilingus, fingering, clit sucking, voyeurism, groping, hair pulling, marking, pet name (baby), subtle service top sunwoo imo, let me know if I missed anything!
➺ A/N: This was supposed to just be 300 words since I wanted to get back into writing so idk how it ended up becoming 2k 🥴 welcome back to me I guess? and belated hbd to sunwoo for this year! Proofread once
➺ Taglist: @winterchimez @snowflakewhispers
Thinking about nepo!son Sunwoo, who from the time he was born into this world was destined to inherit all the riches of his family and someday become the head of the household. He was definitely aware of all of this, since his father and everyone around him wouldn't stop mentioning it. Becoming the next heir to the family dynasty was ingrained in his brain. It was practically a will given from the heavens that he could not refuse.
To Sunwoo however, he thought the day he would have to take over would be far off into the future, giving him the liberty to fuck around and live recklessly however he pleased until the day he had to take everything seriously. So it was quite the surprise when his father told him he was arranged to marry you, the daughter of the second richest family in the country, right after you both finished college so Sunwoo’s family could already secure ties with yours and possibly produce the next heir.
There was just one problem though… you hated each other.
You've heard of Sunwoo back in your college days. Who didn't? The son of the richest man in the country, attending almost all social gatherings, his name being mentioned in almost every conversation, and not to mention all the stories from his past flings circulated around campus like wildfire. So yes, it was hard to not even hear his name.
You never really expected your life to be intertwined with is, maybe cross paths during a few parties and gatherings, but never did you imagine that you'd end up sitting across him, all wide-eyed while both your fathers (and their lawyers) discuss your marriage that is set to happen in the next six months.
A marriage? At this age? Have they lost their minds? And to him of all people?
And it wasn't easy for Sunwoo either.
How the hell was he gonna explain to his current girl that he's going to get married? The thought of being tied town this early on and not being able to experience what life has to offer makes him sick to his stomach. There’s no way he can be married now!
And to make matters even worse, you both did not see eye to eye from that moment on. You practically despised one another. No matter what you did (and tried to do), you just couldn't seem to get along. You hated how aloof and unserious he was most of the time, he hated that stuck up attitude of yours like you owned the place. Well, you kind of did but that’s not the point he’s trying to make!
But it's not like any of you had the power to call off the wedding. That’s just how it goes when you’re born and raised in these kinds of families. Free to do whatever you wanted in most cases, but still chained to serve the family name.
In the end, you both had no choice but to just deal with one another. Call it a silent "stay in your lane and I'll stay in mine" situation and yes, that even meant staying out of each other's private lives, meaning **Sunwoo was still allowed to see whoever his current fling was for as long as they were discreet about it and that you two kept up that perfect husband and wife appearance when needed. This also meant that you two did not share the same bed and lived in separate rooms as if you were roommates despite wearing that godforsaken ring on your finger, a constant reminder of your joint union.
Though you'd never admit it, there were times that you would feel jealous whenever Sunwoo brought someone home in the middle of the night and you'd hear the faint sounds of their shared moans, slightly insecure at the idea of” why couldn't he just ask you to satisfy him”? You were married after all. You didn’t mind performing even those kind of duties as his wife. So why didn’t he ever turn to you for these kinds of things? You try to not think too much about it because “this is an arranged marriage after all.”, you tell yourself. You were the one who set the ground rules after all
But aside from whatever that feeling is, you couldn’t help but also feel annoyed at the fact that he gets to sleep around while you're stuck at home almost all the time with no one to satisfy your sexual needs.
And even if you did try to find some other guy, most of the time none of them would even dare try given the fact of your new surname and the implications of being involved with you, it’s unfair for you really! So you decided one night that you’re just going to have to take matters into your own hands (literally) and just pleasure yourself whenever you get those kinds of urges..
One night when Sunwoo was out on a "business trip" as he likes to call it (aka probably out partying again) that you were feeling hornier than usual. Perhaps it was the erotic novel you were reading in bed or the sex scene in a movie you had watched hours ago that was making you feel this way. Your mind started to think of a wide range of scenarios. To feel warm lips against yours, rough hands caressing your body everywhere, and even calling out your name like it was the only word they know (oh what a dream). Whatever the case was, you really needed to get off, so you decided to pull out the vibrator inside your bedside table and just take care of it.
You were so focused on reaching your own climax that you didn't bother closing your door fully or hear Sunwoo calling out your name from the foyer. It was just one of those nights where he didn't really feel like staying out too late and wanted to be home instead.
Since it was a bit early, he knew you might've still been up so he called out your name to check if you wanted to watch a movie or something. After all, you were going to be married, so the least he could do was to spend time with you somehow, even if you steered clear of one another at home most of the time. "It's that damn attitude of yours," he thinks. Sometimes he doesn't know if it annoys him or turns him on (though he would never tell you the latter).
After calling out your name around three times, he decided to just head toward your room and check for himself if you were still awake. He spots the warm light spilling out from your door as he walks closer to your room, not knowing what to expect really. But as he peeks into your private space, he feels his throat dry up suddenly from the lewd sight before him.
His heart is beating faster than it did a few seconds ago, his eyes almost bulging out of his skull, and not to mention the slight twitch in his pants as he watches you pleasure yourself. Your legs totally spread apart as you press your toy against your glistening cunt, your free hand groping your breast as the sweetest moans he has ever heard in his life spill out of your mouth.
Sunwoo feels like he can fall on his knees right now from just watching you. His cock practically screaming to be set free from its denim confinements. God you looked fucking hot playing with yourself. Have you always looked this beautiful? (Of course, always have been in his eyes from the moment he met you in that board room but right now? He was at a loss for words.)
Have you always sounded this pretty too? The way your moans harmonized like a symphony, honey practically dripping from his ears as he slowly feels his eyes fluttering from the heavenly voice. Oh how he could listen to you like this over and over again on loop-
“Sunwoo…”
His eyes widen. Did you… just moan out his name while touching yourself?
Did you just think about him while you try to reach that sweet release? Fantasize about him in the most lewd way possible? What kind of images were playing in your head right now? What position were you in that has you saying his name like that?
All these questions running on Sunwoo’s mind was driving him up the wall. He needed to do something right now otherwise he might actually go insane. The door swings aggressively as Sunwoo clumsily enters. He did not second guess barging into your room with no game plan in mind whatsoever. Naturally you gasp at the surprise, your expression in a total state of shock as you attempt to close your legs and shield your bare lower half from his gaze.
“Don’t move!” Sunwoo exclaims.
“Sunwoo, what the fu-”
“I said don’t move.” His tone now serious than it was a few seconds ago.
Sunwoo slowly walks to the edge of your bed as if he was an animal stalking his prey. His eyes all dark with lust the closer he gets to your bed. You feel the mattress dip slightly as he kneels before you, breath heaving and cheeks burning as if he had just ran a marathon. His hands gently land on top of your knees as he slowly pries your legs open, like he was gently unwrapping a gift. Everything to you was such a blur in that moment that you can’t even utter proper words. You were just too focused on watching Sunwoo’s every move, curious to know what he will do next.
Sunwoo’s eyes slowly rake your body, taking each inch of your skin to memory. The moment his eyes landed on your core, you swear you saw his bulge twitch beneath his jeans. No, scratch that, his dick was throbbing at the sight.
“I can take care of it.” His deep voice calling your attention. You look up at him and suddenly the man before you is not the Sunwoo you’ve come to know. He was someone else in this moment, a side of him you thought you’d never get the chance to see.
“Please… Let me take care of you.” That tone of desperation calling out to you like a siren song. You nod slowly, giving him permission to do whatever he needed to do.
Without any hesitation Sunwoo lowers himself down to your core, his face practically an inch away from it the moment he lies on his stomach. His eyes nearly roll back at the scent of your essence, practically inviting him to have a taste. He hooks his arms around your thighs and pulls you closer at lightning speed, hastily leaving kisses on your inner thighs before completely diving into you.
He licks a fat stripe between your folds, making sure that the tip of his tongue drags from bottom to top as he savors the taste of you. Your wetness coating his tongue has his finger gripping onto your soft skin like a mad man. You let out loud whimper as your hands successfully land on his head and grip on his hair harshly as he takes his sweet time eating you out.
“So fucking good…” Sunwoo mumbles against your folds, letting out a deep growl before his plump lips latch onto your sensitive bud. He licks and sucks it like there’s no tomorrow, making you tighten your grip on his hair even more as you moan in ecstasy (guess that’s why they called him The Munch back in college.)
“I’m so close. D-don’t stop!” You pull his face deeper as you grind your hips, tears slowly prickling at the corner of your eyes as Sunwoo plunges two fingers and curls them vigorously inside you.
“C’mon that’s it. Use my face baby.” He pulls his head out for a moment to utter those filthy words before flicking his tongue rapidly against your clit. Your climax hit you so fast you didn't even see it coming in the first place. All you could remember was pulling his hair as you screamed, your vision seeing nothing but white as the rope within you snapped.
You take a moment to breathe and collect yourself, your head way up in the clouds that it took a playful nip on your inner thigh to bring you back to earth.
“Huh?” You look down as your hazy vision tries to focus on Sunwoo’s face. “I said-” Sunwoo chuckles at your expression as he continues laying gentle kisses to your inner thighs before resting his chin on your mound.
“If you ever need to be taken care of, your husband will always come to the rescue.”
▸ PAIRING: eric sohn x fem!reader || ▸ WORD COUNT: 0.3k || ▸ GENRE: sprinkle of angst, fluff, smut || ▸ TAGS: makeup sex, body worship, oral (f receiving), downbad!eric || ▸ SYNPOPSIS: "I only want to please you." || -ˋˏ✄┈┈ AUTHOR'S NOTE: Requested by @penny44224!
↪ WANT A DRABBLE DIARY ENTRY? REQUEST ONE.ᐟ
You’re not the kind of person to let your pride get in the way of forgiveness, but Eric can be all around frustrating when he falls short of your expectations.
Then again, you believe his hands and tongue can make up for almost every failed dinner date or change in your plans.
Tonight started like any other when you both were in the middle of an argument, you let down by Eric spending another night at work instead of home with you when you made a time and place he swore he would be present for. You were hurt, understandably so, and he knew he had to rush home once he finished his recording to make it up to you.
Sitting now in between your legs on the couch, tongue prodding your inner walls, you’re still caught in the crossfire of your anger and eagerness to forgive him.
He murmurs his apologies between kisses to your clit. “I never want to leave you alone, baby. You know you drive me crazy, it’s almost hard for me to get out the door when I have this pretty pussy waiting for me.” He brings a finger to your center before pressing it inside, your resounding mewl enough fuel for him to continue. “I only want to please you, you know that right?”
Eric latches his lips to your swollen bud as his finger continues coaxing the inner workings of you. You try to hold tightly to the lingering irritation you felt before he came home and when he walked through the door, but it’s no use. You’re a heap of jelly in his hands, eager for him to continue with what he’s so good delivering. “I do, of course I do,” you answer, rolling your hips up to meet his face.
He smirks into your skin and goes faster, tongue flicking and finger pumping at a pace that brings you to your release even faster.
summary: playing push and pull has never felt so dangerous
genre: suggestive, toxic exes dynamic aka you have eric wrapped around your finger and he doesn't even know it
warnings: language, suggestive themes, sexual tension, y/n is a little brat, eric is an arrogant little prick. it's a perfect match!
wc: 534 words
an: this was a lot more suggestive than i planned... still kept it pg except for the use of mature language and mentions of grinding lol. enjoy sexy eric everyone :D
he spoke with a low voice, commanding your attention without needing to raise his volume above the music. you couldn’t hear him following you out of the building—the bass boosting out of the speakers permeating through the walls.
but eric knew you would recognize him.
“doing what, eric?” you turned your heel, keeping your expression neutral.
“i don’t know- you tell me,” he smirked.
for a split second, you debated whether you should play dumb.
walking into his usual spot on the weekends knowing he’ll be around was not a crime. but it sure feels like it when you made sure he saw you, made sure he knew you were around.
shortly after you spotted him near the dj’s booth, he disappeared from your sight. not that it bothered you or anything. you knew him better than that.
you both knew the moment he saw you, the question was not if he was going to come to you… but when?
“don’t flatter yourself- i didn’t come here to see you.”
“i know,” he sounded amused, “-just didn’t know you liked artistic bozos.”
“paying attention?” you smiled and took a step closer, pushing him to step backwards.
your vision adjusts to the darkness. only the red flashing lights of the dingy sign illuminated the narrow sidewalk. you can’t see much except for his temples glistening with sweat, strands of hair stuck to his forehead.
“kind of hard not to when you’re grinding on juyeon in the middle of the dancefloor for everyone to see,” eric clenched his jaw, struggling to get the words out through gritted teeth.
“then look away,” you lift an eyebrow, genuinely annoyed by his tone.
“who taught you to be a fucking brat-”
“-who asked you to be fucking nosy?”
still, you couldn’t miss how his eyes traveled up and down your body.
eric does not make any effort to hide it, tightening your chest and pumping your veins with adrenaline all at the same time.
there was a storm brewing inside you, but he didn’t deserve to know that. the least you could do was not give eric the satisfaction of knowing he still made your head spin. not yet.
“news-fucking-flash, eric sohn, we’re over- in case you didn’t know.”
“-yet you strutted your ass all the way over here wearing my clothes- in case he didn’t know.”
of course, eric noticed, exactly as you planned.
you bit the inside of your cheek, trying to prevent a knowing smile from escaping. without moving another muscle, you had the man hanging on your every word, every action, every intention.
getting him back has never been so easy.
“and what- you say we’re over?” he scoffed, lightly brushing his fingers on your bare skin, above your waist. “funny how you say that while you were giving me those eyes across the room- you can’t fool me, sweetheart. you just can’t.”
by now, he’s thinking he has the upperhand by slowly making you crumble under his touch, but eric was gravely mistaken.
because he never even considered that maybe, in the end, you were the one who let him in.
“our secret moments in your crowded room,
they got no idea about me and you.”
genre: slight angst (not that angst, younghoon just acting cold towards y/n), fwb
pairing: kim younghoon (tbz) x female reader (y/n)
summary: younghoon is known for his tsundere image, surprisingly becoming the other students’ favourite senior despite being so cold and quiet to everyone. other than his tough and unapproachable demeanour, he’s also known for being the smartest one in his batch. most people have been confessing their feelings to him, but he rejected all of them, causing a rumour claiming that he has a high standard on his partner. little did they know, he developed a friends-with-benefits relationship with the most innocent looking 1st year student, y/n.
part i, ii, iii.
words count: 1,890
“awh, you’re so mean. why are you saying such mean words to me?” younghoon followed you from the back, keeping up with your rushed steps to nowhere.
right after the class ended with the lecturer wishing a sincere good luck to all of his students, most of them immediately packed up their stuff, including you. as you shoved your tab into your tote bag and tossed the bag strap onto your right shoulder, you headed out from the classroom, not expecting younghoon to follow like a lost puppy who just found his owner.
halting your steps and turning to face younghoon, all you wanted to do was kick him on the balls right away. the way he teased you with such an innocent tone, you knew he was just messing around. he never felt bad with whatever he made you feel back then. “shut up.” you braced yourself from uttering those words.
“if you say shut up one more time, i’ll kiss you.” younghoon said, knowing damn well he was the one that held the power in the situation because he knows that you would do anything to keep your image of a pure girl inside the campus, wanting everyone to praise how sweet looking you are.
younghoon actually cares less if his unapproachable demeanour broke off once he kissed you in public, as if he has nothing to lose since he wasn’t the one who decided to put on the cold image. but for you, it’s a different case. once you enrolled in the campus, you decided that it’s better off starting with a sweet looking girl-next-door image so people won’t take advantage of you for sexual purposes.
which, in fact, failed. as much as you tried to put on the innocent looking princess on campus, younghoon would do anything to make your mission fail. let it be moaning on the top of your lung in his room, or biting on his inner palm as he tried to keep you quiet when both of you had fun at the janitor’s room.
from what you remember, whenever you both (most of the time younghoon) had fun with each other, he never tried to kiss you on the lips. sucking on your collarbone? marking your neck? oh hell yeah, he likes doing it. he likes seeing his territory on your body. the way you tried to cover them by putting your hair down? or when another male pointed it out? he feels like he owns your whole body.
but one question that keeps lingering in your mind is why wouldn’t younghoon kiss you on the lips? after all the naked bodies pressing against each other, what’s so bad about sharing a kiss? you never brought it up to younghoon but after asking google for answers, you figured out the act of kissing is quite intimate. it’s like a symbol of being attached to one person, and you know younghoon never looks at you in a romantic way. it’s always been you, and only you. you with that darn crush.
your steps halted once you turned to face the taller man, whose face was filled with mocking expression. biting your inner lips so hard that you could feel the slight blood rushing in, you muttered a quick, “i hate you” before continuing your steps to wherever your feet took you, as long as you didn’t have to face the man again.
it’s a fact check though, that you didn’t want your first kiss to ruin your pure girl image on the campus, especially by the hot tsundere senior that everyone swooned for, regardless of gender and age.
seeing how frustrated you were, younghoon couldn’t help but to smirk. he knew how careful you were in protecting your image at the campus, and he also knew how you wanted your “first kiss” to be stolen by the special one, ironically when he became almost all of your “all”s.
“oh, do you really hate me though?” catching up with your fast tracks, he made sure he still kept you on the tip of his finger. before he could say more, a voice calling you suddenly was heard, despite them being in an open-space area.
both of you turned to face the owner of the voice, seeing jacob and his other male friend (whom you can’t remember who), came and approached you both. “you were here too, younghoon.”
younghoon simply greeted jacob back with just a simple hum and nod, not even bothering to use his energy to say anything. jacob faced you with face full of excitement, “y/n! i made a friend who’s the same age as you. meet eric sohn, he’s also a foreigner, just like me!”
that’s what you actually admire about jacob. he always makes new friends without any limitations. he wanted his circle to be as big as he could and when he meets a new person, he’ll introduce them to his friends and vice versa. well, he has always been told by his parents that connection is important, so here he was, instead of studying, he focused more on making new friends.
“hey y/n, i’m eric! i’ve heard a lot about you from jacob,” eric introduced himself as he extended his arm out, hoping for a friendly handshake from you.
“nice to meet you, eric. i’m y/n.” you introduced back, accepting his hand for a handshake. younghoon was quick enough to catch the slight blush on your face, knowing it wasn’t the makeup that was reddening on your cheek. you were flustered over the fact that jacob shared little information about you to eric before setting both of you, wondering what he told eric to make him look so excited to meet you.
“i… didn’t know you were this pretty. if i’ve ever known, i probably wouldn’t have to meet you in a simple hoodie with messy hair,” eric added with a shy smile. the boy was so cute for you to handle, especially when he tried his best to hide his reddening cheeks as well.
“oh, it’s fine though. i think you’re pretty cute too,” you tried to lighten up the mood, not wanting eric to feel so little of himself.
“blah blah blah,” a rather cold voice was heard before you no longer felt eric’s hand in your grip. looking down, you noticed younghoon was the one who held eric’s hand by now, “and i’m kim younghoon, your senior.” he emphasised on the nickname, wanting eric to know who’s much older and got the seniority in the campus world.
apparently that’s how it works in the men's community. somehow someone’s age and seniority play quite a large role among men.
“oh yeah, younghoon.” eric brushed it off with a slight laughter, not wanting to show his disappointment over the lack of your touch on his, “i’ve heard about you too.”
“i hope that information will stay in your mind,” younghoon partially threatened him, knowing what jacob probably described to the junior.
cold, quiet and scary senior.
that was the first time you’ve ever seen this side of younghoon. the jealousy in him, the possessiveness of him. it got more obvious when jacob decided for lunch with four of you at the nearby restaurant since the campus foods suck. once you were seated, younghoon took no time and immediately sat next to you, causing more confusion to jacob as he thought younghoon would sit next to him, as he usually does.
the cute young man who sat across from you can’t help but to steal glances, as he found you very attractive. you were his type anyway, the one he’d been searching for his life. quite a metaphor but the moment eric laid his eyes on you, he couldn’t help but already arrange the whole future with you in his mind.
even when the four of you were eating while keeping updates with each other's life, eric would do anything to make sure you’re engaged in his topic. which in fact, caused the inner jealousy of younghoon finally got the best of him.
“i’m sorry but y/n have to go now,” younghoon said out of nowhere, grabbing your wrist and forcing you to stand with him.
“where?” your eyes widened, surprised over the pressure he had on your wrist. “yeah, where?” jacob’s question followed along with the confused looking puppy of eric.
“somewhere,” younghoon replied half-heartedly and when he was about to drag you out, you insisted on staying at the place. “when?! i never say anything,” you said in a rather loud voice, making sure you have the rights for yourself.
ignoring your words, younghoon thanked jacob for the meal as he forcefully dragged you out from the restaurant as you struggled on keeping up with his steps, at least bringing your tote bag along. once both of you arrived outside the restaurant, younghoon immediately unlocked his car and opened the passenger seat, almost tossing you to the seat. closing the door rather in an annoyed way, he went to sit in the driver seat.
“what were you doing?” he could hear the frustration from your voice, but he didn’t bother giving you replies as he pressed more on the car pedal, speeding the car’s pace. “younghoon, i’m talking.”
still, no answer. despite how loud you were, he still gives no response.
“kim you-”
the sudden brake caused you to almost jump out of your seat, all thanks to the safety belt that you managed to put on before the crazy young man started the engine.
“what on the earth were you trying to do, younghoon?!” now it became a shout, as you turned to face him with your furious pair of eyes. you never knew you could be so frustrated over someone, not until younghoon steps into your life.
“i was the one who should ask you that,” younghoon snapped back, turning to face you with a stern look. “what the fuck were you trying to pull back then?”
furrowing your eyebrows, you can’t seem to catch on with what younghoon said. “what?”
“did you have fun flirting with eric?” younghoon added, “did you think i didn’t recognise those slutty sounds coming out from you? asking how’s his campus life so far?”
“oh god younghoon, i wasn’t-”
“yeah sure you weren’t, of course you weren’t, especially with those eyes that begging him to fuck you.”
“yah kim younghoon!” raising your octaves, you were finally done with his retorts. his words never make sense to you. why would you flirt with eric? you were simply conversing with him, nothing more. or maybe that wasn’t what younghoon saw.
before you could say anything to defend yourself, the grab on your chin was quite harsh, as younghoon forced you to keep eye contact with him. “what? you think you could fuck with other men as well?”
“how easy are you, y/n? to beg everyone in the campus to fuck you? at this rate, you probably would’ve sucked jacob’s dick too.”
“hey, you are crossing the line.” you glared at him furiously, not understanding where this jealousy came from.
“what line, exactly?” younghoon asked you, making sure his grip on your chin remained there, not even caring that he smudged your makeup on that area. “do we even have a line to not cross?”
pairing: eric x reader
genre: fluff... protective best friend eric who is fake boyfriend for 1 night... college au... friends secretly in love
summary: best friend Eric protects you at a party then makes you feel better
warnings: harassment, alcohol
word count: 1.3k
“I don’t want to go,” you whine. “What’s so good about being stuck in a confined space with like a hundred sweaty strangers who you don't know if they're good people?”
Eric is currently drinking alcohol out of a red cup because he claims you have to already be tipsy before you get to the club, which you don’t understand. “Because it’s fun.”
You sigh, glaring at your own cup he filled for you. “You know what’s more fun?”
He gives you a look, as if telling you not to start, but you start anyway.
“Reading textbook glossaries. Watching snails. Buying food from a convenience store and eating it by the curb in front of an empty parking lot at midnight.”
“That’s awfully specific,” he remarks absent-mindedly.
“It is,” you nod. “Awfully specific things such as these are much more entertaining.”
“Come onnn don’t be a wuss. Now drink up and let’s go.” he taps your cup. You grumble, following his orders.
Once you’re there, it takes you all but five minutes to start feeling tired and uncomfortable. Too many bodies, mostly scantily clad, pressed together. The stink of alcohol on everyone’s breath. And the music, by god, the music is loud, way too loud. Do they know they’ll suffer from hearing damage after just five minutes of listening to anything this loud? You figure your entire generation will suffer an epidemic of hearing loss by middle age.
To make things better, Eric runs into an old friend and they decide to catch up. Alone for now, you decide that the bar is the least exciting thing in the entire place and of course, it becomes your doom.
A man, much much older than you, finds you there. His smile is creepy, his eyes leering. You’re nice to him at first, but he takes it as interest. He slides into the seat beside you, grinning, leaning too close and now you’re looking for Eric, who is still speaking to his friend while talking animatedly and laughing.
You text him help several times so that he can feel the buzzing of his phone. You watch as he slides the phone out from his pocket to check it, before looking over at you in confusion. Then, his face is twisting in slight shock, processing the scene before him as you plead with your eyes.
The stranger leans in too close, his breath fanning your face. You lean away in disgust. “What are you looking for?”
“I think I’ll spend the rest of the night with my friend if you don’t mind.”
The man frowns. “Why?”
You shrug. “I just don’t know you that well.”
“Well, you can get to know me.” He comes closer. You stand up from the seat.
“It’s alright, have a good night,” you wave at him.
He grabs your wrist in a vice grip. Sheer anxiety and dread well up inside you. Eric’s voice suddenly erupts from behind you.
“What’s going on?” His voice is sharp, sharper than you’ve ever heard before. His eyes are hard. The man immediately frowns and he deflates, having lost his chance to prey on another young woman.
“Nothing. We were just talking.”
Eric eyes the man’s hand clamped around your wrist. “Then let her go.” He drags your wrist towards him, forcing the man to release.
Eric tucks you in towards him and a little protectively away from the stranger, his hands on your shoulders.
Unbelievably, the man still persists. “I just wanted to-”
“The lady said no.” Eric bites out, cold and devoid of empathy. It nearly makes you shiver. You barely recognize him.
The man stands to approach and Eric steps in front of you, shielding with his body. His entire frame is tense, arms taut, fists clenched.
“Who do you think you are? She said you’re just her friend.”
“I’m her boyfriend, now get the fuck away from her.” Eric leans in a bit in the man’s space. With a final glare, he backs off, mumbling some misogynistic curse words.
Eric doesn’t relax or stop glaring until the man retreats completely from view. Then, he’s turning around to face you.
You sigh shakily, tears in your eyes. “Thank-”
He pulls you into his chest without a word. You melt against his soft hoodie, grateful for the comfort. His arms hug you tightly to him, hand pressing your head to his chest, his chin resting on top. You sigh, all the stress and tension draining out of you. It’s a few moments before he lets go, but you don’t. Your arms hold onto him, face buried in his chest, relishing in the rare feeling of safety.
“Are you okay?” He asks, arms coming back around to hug you. You sigh again, the feelings of relief and safety giving way to frustration.
“I’m tired. I can’t go anywhere without this happening.”
He makes a soft noise in sympathy, stroking your hair gently. It’s a few moments of silence filled with the party’s noise, the music, the talking, everything around you before you hear his comforting voice again.
“Come on, let’s get out of here.”
You glance up at him. He’s smiling softly. Then, he presses a single, soft kiss to your forehead that has your stomach doing flips. He takes your hand and guides you through the crowded bodies to the sweet, cool air outside.
“Where are we going?”
He only gives you a smile and tugs your hand towards the convenience store across the street.
At the store, he rummages through the aisles before picking up some hot dogs from the food stands nearby. His hand never leaves yours. He can tell you’re still jittery and makes sure you’re always pressed to his side in some way. It calms you. It’s only at the cash register when he lets go and steps away that you panic.
You clutch onto him, tugging him back towards you a little. His eyes widen in surprise. He observes you for a moment, but you don’t say anything, the jitteriness still evident.
“I’m just going to pay, okay? It will only take a second.” His eyes roam your face with concern, his hand squeezing yours that’s still clutching his hoodie.
You release a breath. “Okay.”
He gazes at you with knit eyebrows before taking your hand in his and approaching the cash register. He makes sure you’re close to him when he lets go of your hand to pay. Then, he takes your hand again and steps out the door.
“Come on,” he brings you to the curb in front of the nearly empty parking lot and sits down.
You blink down at him. “What are you doing?”
“Exactly what you said,” he unwraps the hot dog from the wrapper while imitating a high voice. “ ‘You know what’s more fun? Buying food from a convenience store and eating it by the curb in front of an empty parking lot at midnight.’ ”
You stare at him, slightly stunned that he remembered, and slightly annoyed that he mocked you. “I don’t sound like that.”
You plop down next to him and he hands you your food.
“You do a little,” he chuckles fondly. You shake your head, unwrapping the aluminum. It's a few moments of silence before he's speaking again.
“Are you okay?” His voice is gentle, shoulder brushing yours.
“I.. don’t know,” you mumble.
He grits his teeth. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have left you alone like that. Especially since you didn’t want to come.”
“It’s alright," you wave him off.
He gazes at you. “You know I'll always be here for you, right?”
You glance at him and note the endearing sincerity in his eyes. Something warm swells in your chest. “Yes, I know. Thank you, Eric,” you smile. “And thank you for being my boyfriend tonight.”
He smiles a little, eyes alight as if he’s about to say something. If you were to guess, it's probably along the lines of I could be your boyfriend every night, teasingly. But he seems to decide against it.
Taking another bite, you both watch over the empty parking lot, quiet, spacious, safe, under the stars.
He chuckles. “You were right. This is way more fun.”
woke up and had a dream - and now i’m in kevin moon brainrot (despite being in sunwoo brainrot just yesterday)
crushing on kevin moon from a distance during high school BAD because he was the cute but goofy band kid with giant glasses and wavy hair who was super polite, a little introverted, but everyone loved. also, everyone was aware of how good he was with art and with kids because his sister or cousins always picked him up with their kids and everyone was gushing over how he ran over to them and picked them up or whatever.
you and him end up at the same university and your crush on him lasted even through the summer vacation. gets worse when you realize you’re in the same freshmen orientation group and when you learn that kevin’s learned how to wear contacts and something other than the same combination of open flannel shirts, graphic tees, and skinnies. you also learn that he’s remotely aware that you went to the same high school, befriends you for the rest of orientation. high fives you the next morning of orientation and that’s how you know you at least become acquaintances with him. you’re too shy to ask for his socials so after a few days of being with him, you lose sight of him for the school year (different majors).
fast forward to the next academic year and you end up in the same gen. ed. class and he plops down in the seat right next to you. you have your headphones on so you kind of just ignore the person who decided to sit next to you in a completely empty classroom until you feel someone tapping on your shoulder and you realize that omg it’s him. you make it a point that’s it’s been so long since you last talked and ask how he’s been. he says you should catch up over coffee or something bc lectures about to start so you slide your ipad over to his with a note on the lecture slides you both have open that has your number and “so we can catch up” and a smiley face. he grins, and pulls out his phone to make a new contact profile for you. when you walk out of class because you have to rush to your next one, you get a text from a new number that says “catch up tomorrow for lunch? :)”
it’s not a secret how head over heels you are for him the more you get to know each other during study sessions. at some point, study sessions turn into let’s grab dinner after this to oops it’s late, do you want me to walk you home to oh it’s good, i drive to campus - did you need a ride? you realize you don’t live too far from each other so y’all carpool now too.
kevin starts to see how much you care for him and how much he cares for you. finds you cute and y’all just become really important people to each other. although you find that you’re falling in love with him more.
kevin, who knows you’re sick just from saying hi and makes it a point that you get enough sleep to get better. kevin, who finds it cute how you pack your lunch in a little lunch bag you got for free for spending so much at a bakery instead of buying lunch from the cafeteria or restaurants near campus. kevin, who regularly asks you if he can take naps in your car bc you have a really soft blanket and that one strawberry plush he won for you at an arcade that feels like the pillow equivalent of mochi.
kevin moon, who didn’t know you knew him back in high school and kept showing you photos of him from high school and who you told, “omg i would totally have a crush on high school kev back then. i totally would now too.”
kevin, who would reply with “what about me now? you don’t like me?”
you, who would stupidly put yourself by saying, “what no i still d- i mean, uh.”
kevin, who would have a shy smile from knowing your feelings and look back down at his physiology homework and just say “good to know.”
you, who would be visibly shrinking into yourself and saying, “good to know that i just outed my feelings for you?” with your head face down on your ipad.
kevin freaking moon, who has the audacity to say “i think it’s cute. besides, i’ve been starting to feel the same too,” as if you hadn’t been completely in love with him for a majority of your life. doesn’t ask you out then and there in the library but decides to ask you on a date when he asks you to park the car and rushes to your side of the car. usually you just park and wait until he gets inside safely but he forces you out of the car and takes you by your two hands as he faces you. smiles and says good night, but not before asking, “i know it’s the weekend tomorrow and you were planning to catch up on sleep, but maybe you can come over and hangout?” atp, he’s still holding your hands and like swinging them.
“only if i can take a nap here, as payment for the times you nap in my car.”
“jacob won’t mind. i definitely won’t.”
“it’s a date then.”
“goodnight yn,” kevin says and he finally drops your hands to swing his backpack over his shoulder. and you’re just watching as he starts walking towards his unit but he suddenly stops and rushes back to you. you’re in the middle of asking what’s wrong but he just swoops towards you and drops a kiss on your cheek. you’re visibly shocked and he just says “cute” before placing one on the other side before running back all giddily to his front door and shouting “drive safe!”
college au; wc: 1.1k ; warning for alcohol & cursing
The hotel room is quiet sans the electric fan's buzzing in the corner and Changmin's steady breathing right next to you. It makes you feel bad for tossing and turning for the past 30 minutes, making a mental note to yourself that this would be the last time you move around under the thin blankets you share as you face his back.
So you try to close your eyes again, counting your inhales and exhales with imaginary sheep against the hangover headache already seeping through the back of your skull.
You really shouldn't have taken up Hyunjae and Eric on those tequila shots earlier tonight, you know as much now as you also try and hold in the nauseous feeling that begins stirring down your stomach again in favor of sleeping it off until much later.
And when counting sheep doesn't work, you try and focus on the faintest sounds of the people who are still partying downstairs: Eric's loud cheering, Hyunjae's dramatic complaints about Juyeon being terrible at table tennis, and, when you focus hard enough, Sunwoo splashing around the shallower parts of the beach.
If you weren't feeling dangerously lightheaded three hours ago, almost spilling out an important secret because of Chanhee's sly prodding during a game of truth or dare, you'd still probably be taking shots with everyone else downstairs.
"Truth or dare?" Your best friend had asked, a smirk on his face as he watched you take another shot before answering.
Face warm and eyes hazy, you asked back, "How about dare?"
"Okay, then answer two truths."
"That's not fair!" You exclaimed, slamming the shot glass on the wooden bar countertop, turning to Kevin and Haknyeon. "Ya, back me up here!"
"I mean, I kind of want to see where this goes." Haknyeon chuckled, nursing his own bottle of beer to your right.
Kevin nods along, already half out of it. "Yeah, in a way, it's still a dare." He pointed out, cheek resting on his fist. "Anyway, it's just us."
You pout at the three boys who only return your expression with separate dialogues of peer pressuring you into just doing it.
So after a moment, you poured yourself another shot of tequila and blurt out, "Okay, fuck it. Fine, what are the fucking questions?"
Chanhee smirked victoriously, eyes briefly darting somewhere over your head before asking, "First: are you in love right now?"
And maybe it was all the stubborn shots that won't leave your system that you don't even think too much of the question, instinctively answering, "Yes."
"Second question: who are you in love with?"
"Of course, it's Ji Chang—" Before you could even finish your answer, however, a weight suddenly drops on your back, followed by a gentle poke to your left arm.
"Y/N, is this you?" An equally drunken Changmin asked, his head on your bare back going up to your shoulder next. "Hey, it's you!"
"Uh, hi, who are you?"
He smacked your arm, the boys chuckling at your antics but continuing the game anyway. "Ya!" He exclaimed, moving his hands to your shoulders next. "Dude, I'm pretty much done. Can you help me up the room?"
You groaned at the request, moving your shot glass away from you anyway and bidding the boys goodnight anyway. With a struggle, you then moved down from your high stool and draped Changmin's arm over yours, stumbling out of the beach bar and back to your room.
"Fuck." You groan again, this time against your pillow, as the memory of just three hours ago comes flooding back your thoughts. "Fuck, fuck, fuck..."
What if Changmin heard? you ask yourself internally as you open your eyes again, squinting against the silver light coming right outside your window. Would he even remember the last hour he was downstairs? He really was drunk as shit to be fair.
Changmin stirring and suddenly turning to face you almost startles you out of the tiny bed, your hand immediately flying over your mouth when the sight of his closed eyes and slightly parted lips come to view.
"Fuck." You whisper lower to yourself this time, inching just slightly away from his face as you try and calm your rapidly beating heart.
When he doesn't seem to open his eyes or verbally acknowledge you, you slowly remove your hand from your mouth and sigh. Your heartbeat, however, doesn't slow one bit as your gaze naturally trails up to his sleeping face.
You've slept in the same bed multiple times before, at school retreats and other overnight trips your friends have planned since you met in high school. You've teased the living shit out of your friend over the years for occasionally bringing the creepiest dolls to non-alcoholic trips and scaring all of your friends into avoiding him to be their roommate, even taking some blackmail-worthy photos of him in this very same state for times more than you could count in your fingertips.
But now, in light of the unexpected feelings that have only recently come up to the surface, scanning Changmin's sleeping figure—from his long lashes on full display in his slumber to the way his lips pout at the slightest—suddenly feels strange.
You fight the urge to lift your hand up from your side and caress his cheek.
But what you didn't expect from yourself is how you suddenly blurt out, "I'm in love with you," in the quiet of the night.
It's not like he can hear, anyway, not when he's asleep. But the words, previously just abstract thoughts and feelings you've been harboring for almost a year now, feels more real now that you've hung them out in the quiet of the night.
And maybe you're still sort of drunk from the all the shots despite having gone to the bathroom a while back and sleeping the rest of your lightheadedness off, but you repeat it once more in a slightly louder whisper, "They asked me who I'm in love with. It's you, Ji Changmin."
And the boy in question doesn't stir anymore, unmoving as he continues sleeping without a care for your words.
But you don't mind, smiling to yourself before finally closing your eyes and finding the focus to sleep.
Maybe you'll tell him again in the morning when you're much sober, maybe Chanhee will try to egg you into it with his teasing. If Changmin heard you three hours ago (or God forbid, just now), maybe he'll ask you about it.
Fuck it, you think to yourself. You'll figure it out in the morning. Now, it just feels good to verbalize what you've been holding in for a long time now for the first time.
