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all of this snow is falling, i could make you fall too

⋆⁺₊❅. pairing: park junmin x f!reader

⋆⁺₊❅. word count: 4.77k

⋆⁺₊❅. content: MATURE CONTENT AHEAD!!!, fluff, some humor sprinkled in, swearing, friends? to lovers, mutual pining bc i am sucker for that trope, forced proximity trope, minjae cameo but he’s lowk insufferable in this, lots and lots and lots of kissing, no foreplay but fuck it we ball like steph curry, unprotected sex be safe y’all, cowgirl and missionary

synopsis: afraid of rejection, you’ve never made a move to confess your feelings to junmin, but a surprise turn of events has you folding under pressure quicker than you’d like to admit.

୨ৎ note: oh my god we are sooo back and i have finally written something that didn’t take me several months!! yes, i did use another sabrina carpenter song/lyric title what ABOUT IT??? also pls like n rb n such if u enjoyed <3

"Don't pack that."

"Huh?"

You pause what you're doing, which was folding your pajamas, in favor of looking over at your best friend. She tsks at you, shaking her head and snatching the clothes from your hands. Your eyebrows furrow together in pure confusion as you watch her rummage through your drawers.

"You're staying in a cabin with Junmin for three days, Y/N. Why would you think Hello Kitty pajamas are a good idea?" She finally says, answering your unspoken question.

"Because they're cute. And warm. And it's gonna be fucking freezing out there," you argue. "Besides, aren't you and I sharing a room? What does it matter if I'm wearing these pajamas?"

"Oh… I forgot to tell you…" She sucks in a breath, looking at you sheepishly. "Minjae and I wanted to share instead. So, you and Junmin are roommates now."

"What?" You can't help the volume of your voice and the way it echos off of the walls of your bedroom. You don't care if you get a noise complaint from your neighbors. This was unbelieveable. She's known about your embarrassingly massive crush on Park Junmin for months now. How could she do this to you? "You're ditching me for your boyfriend?"

"Well, not exactly," she shrugs, finally finding the sleepwear she was looking for. "Minjae and I agreed that nothing would ever happen between the two of you if an opportunity never presented itself. Here's an opportunity."

You collapse onto your bed in horror, feeling defeated as she folds the matching brown short and camisole set into your suitcase. There was a reason you had never tried to make a move on Junmin. You were afraid of rejection, for good reason, too. Not only was he so far out of your league, but he also had a habit of turning anyone down that asked him out. He didn't want a relationship at the moment. It made sense that you wanted to respect that, right?

Besides, him and Minjae were best friends. If you made the mistake of confessing and making a fool out of yourself, that would be so fucking awkward. Your best friends were literally dating each other, which meant the two of you were forced to see the other on a regular basis. All of this considered, and the happy couple still insisted on playing stupid cupid.

"I appreciate the fact that neither of you have faith in me." You voice out, though muffled by your pillows and assortment of stuffed animals.

"Are we wrong?" The question is a rhetorical one, you know that much. They weren't wrong at all. They actually couldn't be closer to the truth.

And you try really, really hard to be mad at her.

You try when you arrive at the cabin, heart racing impossibly fast at the sight of Junmin in a varsity jacket and ear muffs. You try when you pick your rooms, cheeks burning impossibly hot as you silently unpack your respective belongings. You try when you agree to a snowman building contest and you get paired with him, stomach fluttering impossibly hard when he smiles a little too warmly at you. You try when he selflessly offers for you to shower first, head spinning impossibly quick at how much of a gentleman he was.

Being mad at her suddenly proves to be a difficult task to maintain.

"Don't get mad at me!" She says to you, first thing the next morning. And you're starting to think you might've spoken too soon.

"I'm a little scared to ask why."

"Minjae and I made plans in town, for just the two of us. So we figured you and Junmin could just hang here for the day." She scratches the back of her neck and you can't even ignore her idiot boyfriend's lack of discretion, catching a glimpse of him peeking around the corner.

You wish she could see the inside of your head right now, and how your brain is seconds away from exploding like a ticking time bomb. Instead, you settle for the not-so-subtle twitch of your eye. Sometimes you're not sure if you love her or if you want to strangle her. Usually it's the latter.

"I could look past you fucking football tackling me over some silly pajamas, but planning a date in the middle of our group trip is something else. At this point, you're not even thinking of me or Junmin at all," you pinch the bridge of your nose. "Whatever. Have fun and be safe, I guess. I'll find something to keep me occupied all day."

There isn't a doubt in your mind that your reaction left her feeling guilty, but you don't stay behind to see. With a deep sigh, you head to your room, only to discover Junmin standing on the other end of the hallway. He waves at you like a kid with his hand caught in a cookie jar.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to eavesdrop." He apologizes.

"No, it's okay," you reassure him. "It's a good thing, 'cause now you also know that they're leaving us to fend for ourselves."

"I'm honestly not that surprised. I can count on both hands the amount of times Minjae and I were supposed to hang out and suddenly I became a third wheel." He shrugs, hands shoving into the pockets of his grey sweatpants. Unlike your counterparts, the two of you were still dressed in your sleepwear.

"It's like they can't breathe without the other by their side. I feel suffocated just by watching them. It's crazy." You add, following him into your shared bedroom. You were grateful for the two twin-sized beds, cozying back under your covers as soon as you hear the front door of the cabin lock.

"Wanna watch a movie?" Junmin asks, opening a streaming app on the TV. You hum in response and let him play something random, a Christmas film that you've seen probably a dozen times growing up.

You're about thirty minutes in when the realization that you're in a cabin alone with Junmin sets in. There isn't anyone else for miles, no one to buffer your awkwardness, just the two of you laying in your twin beds watching Love Actually. (Despite being so adamant about his personal dating policy, you think it's a little ironic that he's such a hopeless romantic. I mean, why else would you put on Love fucking Actually out of all of the other movie selections.)

The sound of the TV drowns out and you're hyperaware of your own heartbeat, as well as the heat radiating off of the fireplace in your room. It may have been in the negatives outside, but you were sweating even in your camisole-short pajama set that your best friend was hellbent on you bringing. This whole trip felt like one big joke made at your expense.

You don't know if it's because of your inability to sit still once your thoughts start rolling or what, but the silence that was once permeated only by movie dialogue is slashed by a sudden inquiry.

"Y/N, can I ask you a question?"

The lump that was steadying its position in your throat forces its way down. Your teeth bite down on your bottom lip anxiously, praying your voice doesn't waver. "What's up?"

"What did you mean when you said, 'At this point, you're not even thinking of me or Junmin at all'? I don't mean to be nosy, but to me that sounds like this wasn't the first time they've made decisions here that affected you and I somehow." It amazes you how perceptive he is, and yet he's so damn oblivious to the hearts in your eyes when you look at him. Unless, of course, he was acting dumb on purpose and this was just an elaborate play of the long game.

"Um..." You want to bite your tongue, or your own fist, anything to avoid the impending humiliation ritual. Alas, your currently clouded brain cannot keep up with your mouth. "It's because it's not."

Junmin peels his eyes away from the movie in favor of looking over at you. You blink, debating whether or not you should be the first one to look away. The few feet that separate your beds feel invisible. There's something in the way he holds contact, an unreadable glint that reflects the blue light of the TV. Unfortunately, you want nothing more than to figure out what the hell it is.

They say curiosity killed the cat, and goddamn were you an adventurous fucking feline.

"What else have they done?" He asks softly. His voice sounds like warm honey, dripping slowly around sharp edges. You can visibly see the wheels turning in his head, watching in real time as he pieces information together himself. Still, he awaits your response to confirm.

"Plotting. Lots and lots of plotting," the confession slips faster than you can process it, and when your logicality finally catches up, it's entirely too late. "The last minute roommate swap situation. This whole day. I'm sure the trip itself. Even my pajamas were packed without my feelings taken into consideration."

Sirens are going off, screaming at you to stop talking, for the love of god. Your lips have minds of their own, yapping away and revealing the truth you had been trying to lock away for months. Had he happened to actually be a little blind to your patheticism, he wasn't stupid. There wasn't a possibility that your idiocy wasn't helping him finish the puzzle. (To be fair, you were a nervous talker. The more heightened your anxiety was, the faster your speech tumbled out of your mouth. You were responsible for your own downfall.)

"So, what exactly is it that they're plotting for?" Silk drapes off of each syllable, almost completely distracted from the task at hand— not making an utter clown of yourself. You're sure you already have, your jittery fingers and lip biting a tell tale sign of the very thing you had been wanting to hide.

"Y-You…" The stutter throws you off and it's hard to continue when you've dug your own grave and lied in it.

"Uh-huh," he nods along to your incomprehsibility. "And..?"

"Me…" Is all you can manage to spit out. The connection between thinking your words through and saying them aloud decides to momentarily repair itself too little too late. This is so much worse than you thought it would be. Your best friend and Kim Minjae were dead meat.

Junmin scoots to the edge of his bed, inching himself closer to you in a way that rises your body temperature. His knuckles are almost white as he grips the mattress beneath him. You swallow thickly, bracing yourself to meet his gaze. And when you do, "You and me?"

You're torn. Was this some fucked up dream or a sweet nightmare?

"Do I have to spell it out for you, Junmin?" There's a slight whine to your tone, hands covering your face in shame. You hear the faint squeak of mattress springs and feel the shift in weight on your bed. Long fingers wrap around your wrists gently, prying them away.

"No. I just wanna hear you say it." The smile that graces your eyes nearly sends you into cardiac arrest. You never thought you'd see such a smug, yet seductive, expression on Park Junmin's features. Honestly, you're proud of yourself for making it this far and not fainting.

"What do you want me to say? That I think about you a lot more than I should? That they set all of this up so I could stop being such a pussy and make a move? Because, holy shit, I can only take so much." Exasperation radiates off of you in waves and then ricochets back in the form of immediate regret. Clearly, you needed to improve that brain to mouth filter. ASAP.

"Why have you never said anything? Do you not realize how long I've been waiting to hear this?" His hold on your hands hasn't loosened, his thumbs rubbing into your skin comfortingly. You scoff with a laugh.

"Does it look like I clocked that? This entire time I was under the impression that you weren't interested. You always say you're not looking for something serious right now. Also, like, why would I willingly admit to my unhealthy crush on you?" The happy couple needed to compensate you for the therapy you were going to need after today. The emotional whiplash felt like it was on 100.

"Okay, in my defense, I was only saying that to other girls to fend them off. There was one girl that little white lie didn't apply to and somehow she was sitting under my nose, within reach, without me noticing." He pulls your hands into his lap, fiddling with your fingers.

"Yeah, well your 'little white lie' is the majority of the reason why nothing has happened between us sooner," you huff, crossing your arms over your chest. "And if that's the case, then why did you never try to make a move on me?"

He pouts cutely and it takes everything in you not to melt into a pitiful puddle at his feet. Then he sighs. "To be honest with you, I dunno. I'm the total opposite of your exes. I just thought maybe I didn't have a chance."

You don't know why hearing this breaks your heart. If he could see himself the way you do, there wouldn't be a question in his mind about how you felt for him. The fact that you were having the same thoughts puts so much into perspective for you. A gasp cuts through the serious moment.

"Fuck, I feel like such an asshole now…"

"Why? What is it?"

"I shouldn't have gone off on her the way I did. Now that I know everything, I see that her and Minjae really were just thinking of us. They both knew how stupid and ignorant we were being about our feelings, so they took matters into their own hands. I gotta say, I'm kind of impressed that it actually worked." You wouldn't be surprised if you won the 'Worst Friend of the Year' award. She had every right to be upset with you after this.

"She'll understand where you were coming from. It's not like she was completely transparent with you, how could you have known?" He consoles, his hand resting on your thigh.

It's supposed to be an innocent and comforting act, something to console the guilt brewing in your chest. However, your body reacts to it differently. Your skin burns underneath his fingertips and palm, a new emotion settling in the pit of your stomach. You glance down at it and then back up at him. Instead of pulling away like you thought he would, he starts to drag the pads of his fingers along the length of your thigh.

"Tell me to stop," he breathes, nails stroking your plushness. "Tell me this is too much and you don't want me the way I want you."

"I don't think I can lie to you like that," you find the courage to speak your truth. "I don't want you to stop. I want you to keep going. I want more actually."

It was crucial that one day you learn how to keep your mouth shut.

"Is that right?" Junmin licks his lips, eyes flitting down to yours. "So, what would you do if I kissed you right now?"

That day was not going to be today.

"I'd kiss right back." Your voice is no louder than a whisper, but holds finality to it. There was no going back from this, and you couldn't be more happy for such a drastic change. You had been waiting for this moment for months, wondering if or when you would get your opportunity.

Carefully, he leans in and allows his breath to mingle with yours. A hand cups your cheek, testing the waters to see what he can get away with. The tips of your noses brush, a featherlight touch that leaves you craving him more. Your skin barely grazing is driving you insane and something inside you finally snaps, springing you into action.

When your lips meet, you feel everything. Every nerve in your body ignites and hits you like a jolt of static electricity. It's exactly like they describe it in the books. The stomach churning, the goosebumps, all of it. Before this trip, you didn't think there was a possibility of this happening. The idea of kissing Park Junmin seemed to be so far fetched, yet here you were.

His tongue dances along your mouth, as if searching for something. You sigh at the taste of him, moving to straddle his lap. Your fingers curl into the hair at his nape, lacing behind his neck to deepen the intensity of the kiss. Dizzy. Drunk. Spellbound. There are about a hundred words in the dictionary that could describe the feeling coursing through you, just from kissing him alone.

Junmin's lips slot against yours like they've found their home, your appendages tangling and your teeth nearly clashing. His hand experimentally slides up your waist, searing against the sliver of bare skin when your top slips up. His other hand gains its own control, squeezing your breast and flicking his thumb over a clothed nipple. Your knees dig into the mattress, tempted to grind down onto him.

Both of you know you don’t have a lot of time before your friend and Minjae returned, maybe an hour tops, but fuck he wishes he could take his time with you. He wished he could explore your body and learn every single thing you liked and didn’t like, and use it all to his advantage. His senses are heightened by your reactions, keenly aware of your every sound, of each whine that escapes you.

His mouth travels from your own, along your jaw, and down your throat, nipping and sucking so he leaves his mark on you wherever he can. Your lips part with a soft moan when he finds the sensitive spot on your neck. His hand sneaks under your camisole, kneading and massaging your tits like it was second nature for him. You’re starting to get lightheaded from how good everything feels. If he didn’t touch you where you needed him most, if he didn't do something soon, you feared you might finish prematurely. And after all that you’ve been through to get to this point, you really cannot handle that tonight. Thankfully, he seems to read your mind.

“I would love to make up for lost time, but I don’t think we can right now,” he pants into your skin, hands everywhere but somehow nowhere all at once. “Let me just—"

“Stop yapping and just fuck me, Junmin, you’re wasting precious time,” you groan, going straight for the hem of his t-shirt. You yank the cotton material over his head in one go, practically pawing at the waistband of his sweatpants. He laughs at your impatience, but knows your haste isn't unwarranted.

“Well, when you put it like that, I sound like I'm being greedy,” he teases, helping you take off your own top. “I'm gonna fuck you so good, princess.”

You don’t have the mental capacity to argue with him and tell him that, if anything, you're the greedy one, head tossing back when he takes one of your tits into his mouth. You scrape your nails down the expanse of his chest and abdomen, a reprieve to the tingling sensation buzzing throughout your body with Junmin's lips all over you. His teeth sink into your collarbone and you nearly lose your sanity. The line was crossed. Officially now.

The 'Are You Still Watching' screen is ignored as his skilled fingers make quick work removing your shorts and you’re so beyond restless, that he has a bit of trouble getting them down your legs. He stills your hips firmly, chuckling to himself when he says, “Sit still, baby, I promise I’m not going anywhere.”

It's an oddly comforting reaffirmation, the way his thumb circles your hip bone as he says it. The heat of Junmin beneath you is enough to make you squirm again, needing him inside of you before you start crying.

“God, I need you so bad,” you whine, lips locking with his once more. You speak the words into his mouth and they hold all the subtlety of an excavator, desperation hanging off of each letter. “Please…”

You can feel, rather than see, the smile that graces his features, fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties. He’s dangling your desire in front of you like a ball of yarn with a cat, the bed of his nails skimming along your hips slowly and tortuously. You reach down to cup his erection through his boxers and that’s what spurs him on, dropping his mischievous act in favor of gifting you what you’ve been asking for so nicely.

Junmin pushes your underwear to the side, kicking off his boxers so he’s bare for you. He rests on his elbows and watches as you hover over his cock, sitting on it gently. He fills you up just right, tapping that sweet crook of your pussy when he sheathes entirely. The moan that breaches the sound barrier fights itself from deep in your chest, tickling his ears and forcing out one of his own. His grip on your hips tightens as you begin to move. It’s more of him moving your body for you, not that you’re complaining at all. Less work for you.

With each bounce on his cock, the stupid twin bed squeaks and it wouldn’t be such a problem if you didn’t also hear the front door of the cabin open. Your eyes widen almost comically, meeting Junmin's with a fear so intense that it nearly scares him too. Though not ideal, he isn't about to let your friends coming back from their little date ruin your time. After all, isn't this what they wanted? He holds a finger up to his lips to shush you, simultaneously flipping the two of you so your back is flat on the bed and his feet are planted on the floor.

You’ve never been so glad to have a lock on the door, Junmin tossing a shoe at the knob to click it in place. You don’t know if it’s because it’s him, or maybe you’re just into it, but you feel yourself getting more turned on as he continues to fuck you despite your friends being in the other room. He covers your mouth with his hand, rocking his hips into yours slowly and languidly. His free hand slithers between the two of you, thumb rubbing calculated circles into your clit.

"You can take it right?” He rasps into your ear, nipping the lobe softly; a contrast to what’s tumbling out of his mouth. “You can take it quietly like the pretty pillow princess you are?"

At that same moment, there’s a knock on your bedroom door. Junmin doesn’t stop, in fact, he speeds up his pace, pushing your thigh to your chest so he plunges deeper into your cunt. Your jaw slackens.

"Y/N, are you in there?” Your best friend asks.

”Y-yes,” you gasp, willing your voice to stay steady. “I was getting ready to take a n-nap.”

“You sound off… Are you feeling okay?” She expresses her concern and you look to Junmin for help.

You bite down harshly on your lower lip when he leans down to suck on one of your tits instead, very roughly snapping into you. He urges you to say something anyway, so you can at least get them to leave you alone. “Y-yes! I'm fine! Just feeling tired is a-all!”

He laughs lowly so only you can hear, gazing at you through his lashes and whispering, “You're definitely gonna feel tired after this.”

She doesn’t question you any further. "Okay… Have a good nap!”

"Thanks!”

Her footsteps get quieter as she walks away from the door. The shit-eating grin on Junmin's face contributes to the growing ache in the pit of your stomach more than it pisses you off. He could do absolutely no wrong in your eyes. Seeing this different side of him, this more aggressive side, is a pleasant and welcomed surprise.

“Look at you, princess,” you hate that the pet name has you clenching around his length. His lips trail down your body, worshiping it like you were his own personal goddess. And honestly, he made you feel like you were. “You're taking my cock so perfectly.”

If you could scream, you would. You would be as loud as possible so anyone within a 10 mile radius knew who was fucking you this good. You would chant his name like a prayer, like he was an angel sent from heaven to save you. Perhaps you did something heroic in a past life, like saving someone from a burning building or rescuing a cat from a tree. The stars were finally aligning in your favor.

That sweet poison coursing through your bloodstream, the intoxication that came with being one with Junmin, has your whole being soaring. He applies practiced pressure to your clit, and it has your back arching off of your mattress and into his chest. Your lips pry open in a silent moan when he presses up against that same spongy nook in your pussy. Tears well in your eyes as they roll back, spilling down the sides of your cheeks. Junmin kisses them away and fucks into you harder, inching closer and closer towards what you’re already on the precipice of.

Having gone nonverbal after nearly getting caught, it requires so much energy for you to croak out, “‘m so close, Jun, so so close…”

"I'm right there with you, baby, c'mon," he hums approvingly, back at your mouth now. His lips mold with yours so smoothly and your fingers tangle in his hair so easily. You want this forever, to be his in more ways than one. And hopefully after everything is said and done, you'll get that chance. You’re hypnotized by his kiss, lost in the feeling of his dick sliding in and out of your cunt without restriction.

Junmin grazes his nose against yours, a stark contrast to the behavior he has been exhibiting. Even as he does so, his lower half is still pounding into you without mercy. And for some reason, that tenderness is what has you slipping through the cracks. Your orgasm washes over you with no warning, crashing and colliding into you almost violently.

The fluttering of your walls around his cock has Junmin finishing right behind you, lashes pecking the tops of your cheeks in butterfly kisses that prolong the climax of your release. It's much more intimate than you expected, your heart swelling and your body shivering with its implications. He slows his pace to something unwavering, something that just metaphorically holds your hand through your orgasm.

As you both catch your breaths, he laughs to himself, ruffling his hair. "When we first started discussing for this trip, I really was not expecting this to happen at all. I genuinely thought I'd go forever without saying anything to you."

You swipe a bead of sweat off of his forehead, lips curving into a soft smile. "They were, unfortunately, right when they said nothing would change between us if an opportunity never presented itself. I kinda wanna applaud them for knowing us so well."

"It's crazy as hell that everything was planned down to your pajamas. Like they really thought this shit through. Props to them," he shakes his head. "By the way, it wouldn't have mattered to me if you were wearing a potato sack to sleep. I'd still find you just as gorgeous."

Despite looking like an absolute mess, you've never felt prettier. He lays the compliments on like melted better, pressing a sweet kiss to the crown of your head, your cheeks, your nose, your jaw, and your lips. While the conception of your newfound relationship was a little bit on the unconventional side, you're just happy that you don't have to keep your emotions hidden anymore.

And you've finally decided that even though she's a pain in the ass who really does need to be strangled for putting you through hell, you love your bestie immensely and you're eternally grateful for her. After all, you have her to thank for landing the man of your dreams.

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