Since reading Dracula might be the first time or one of the first times that people have heard about shorthand, I thought I'd take this thin excuse to infodump. Because I find it fascinating and want to share. (Warning ahead of time, watch out for how many darn times I say "for example" in this post).
For some background, shorthand systems of writing have existed for millennia, but in the English-speaking world, the two most common and well-established systems of shorthand are Pitman and Gregg. Odds are that the Harkers are writing in Pitman. It's the older system (created in 1837) and is to this day more common in England and the Commonwealth. Gregg is more common in America and was introduced in 1888, either only a few years after or a few years before Dracula takes place. There were also numerous other less popular systems floating around at the time.
Pitman and Gregg and most other shorthand systems are phonetic. (Teeline is a more modern shorthand system based on a simplified alphabet, which is also quite popular). Simply put, each sound is reduced to one stroke of the pen. In Gregg, for example, the sound "k" (which includes the letter "c) is a medium-sized forward arch, "a" is a large circle, and "ch" is a short, downward diagonal line. So, instead of writing "catch" you just combine the symbols for "k-a-ch." Instead of "become" you just write "b-k-m." (These "words" are known as outlines).
Some shapes represent multiple sounds. For example, a small circle stands for the vowels in "bit," "bet," and "beet." A large circle stands for the vowels in "cap" and "cape." This might sound like it would be confusing rather than simplifying, but it's generally clear from the context.
There are a bunch of other means which allow you to write more quickly. Common words are further shorted into "brief forms." For example, "the" is represented by "th," "after" by "a-f," and "were" by "e-r." Some common endings or beginnings are also abbreviated, so that "sh" at the end of a word can stand in for "-tion" and "f" can mean "for-" or "fore-" at the beginning of a word. Thus, "Permission" is "p-r-m-sh" and "forgive" is "f-g-v." Common phrases can be combined into a single outlines. For example, for "to be" you can write "t-b" instead of "t-u[space]b." "I have not been able" can be "a-v-n-b-a." (The large circle "a" is the brief form for the word "I" in one of the rare quirks of Gregg that isn't basically intuitive).
Pitman Shorthand is very similar to Gregg (or, more accurately, Gregg is similar to Pitman). Other than using different symbols (for example, in Pitman "k" is a short forward line) Pitman differs from Gregg mostly by its use of the thickness of strokes to differentiate sounds. For example, "g" is also a short forward line, with the only difference being that the line for "g" is drawn thicker than "k."
I learned shorthand absolutely because of Dracula, though for convenience I learned Gregg. As of right now, I'm pretty out-of-practice, and honestly I was never particularly fast. (At my best, I probably was on average as fast writing shorthand as cursive longhand; I think faster than printing, though).
If you're at all interested, I really recommend learning some form of shorthand. It's useful in note-taking or when you don't want people to be able to read your writing (if, you know, you're kidnapped by a vampire or trying to write fanfic at work). It's also just a fun hobby and a nifty skill to be able to say you have.
In my opinion, if you want to learn shorthand, Gregg Simplified is a solid option, because the materials are accessible and the system is a good middle-ground between easiness to learn and quickness to write. I taught myself just following along with the Gregg Shorthand Manual Simplified. The book is broken up into 67 short "lessons." I did one or two lessons a week, maybe a few hours of work, and I was "fluent" in less than a year. I also bought a Gregg Simplified Dictionary, but all you need is the Manual.
(Note that the manual is written both assuming you're probably some kind a secretary and in the fifties. So, you'll learn brief forms for super-useful phrases like "dear sir" or "remit." For practice, they have you read and copy these sample letters in shorthand, and it's almost hilarious how almost all the letters to men are about business matters and the letters to women are advertising sales. There is one spectacular letter that's a man writing to a newspaper to cancel his subscription, because he's moved into a house in the suburbs with another man who gets the same paper. I'm legit tempted to go through the manual again just to find that letter.)
Fun fact! The fastest shorthand stenographer ever recorded wrote faster than the fastest typist.
Also fun fact! It's not uncommon for individual people to invent their own brief forms based on words that they use commonly. So, Jonathan might have been writing "c-a-r-p" (or the Pitman equivalent) for "Carpathian" or Mina writing "t-b" for "Whitby" or both of them writing "v-a-m" for vampire. And I'll bet credits to navy beans they had specific brief forms for their favorite trains.
I'm learning right now on my own (just for fun, prompted by a Nancy Drew game) and I found some helpful resources online.
This link has pdfs of a Gregg dictionary among other things that I haven't even gotten to yet:
Then this website translates text to Gregg:
I'm also learning from the Gregg Shorthand Manual Simplified which I checked out from a library with reciprocal borrowing to my own. I'm using the following video to start practicing writing the different strokes:
if mark isnât going to make a move on you himself, his friends will surely find a way to make one on his behalf. the opportunity arises after an evening of drinking at markâs apartment that lands you tangled in markâs sheets wondering if he feels the same chemistry that you do.
pairing: mark lee x reader
genre: fluff, suggestive !!MDNI!!
length: 4.9k
warnings: adults drinking alcohol and getting drunk, dialogue about sex, both reader and mark are drunk the entire time, mark is a pussy!
net tags: @kflixnet @k-labels
Drinking with the boys always led you into sketchy situations. There was the one time Haechan insisted on breaking into a waterpark to âvisit the mermaidsâ. Or the time that Renjun ordered a cab for all of you to go over to his ex-girlfriends house to win her back. Jaemin once threw up in the kitchen sink and didnât tell anyone until morning.
So, yeah, drinking with the boys always led you down odd roads and tonight wouldnât be any different.
âOkay!â You exclaim drunkenly, head previously falling forward as you dozed in your spot.
âWhich one of you gentlemen are going to drive me home?â Your eyes lazily trail across the room at the boys all scattered about in various positions.
âUh, Iâm not good to drive,â Mark says and shoves his thumb into Jenoâs shoulder to ask âyou good to drive?â Which earns him a shake of his head.
The rest of the group reacts now, all to let you know that none of them were sober enough to be behind the wheel.
âOkayâŚâ you drag out the word and pull out your phone to open the rideshare app and struggle to type in your apartmentâs address.
âUber is $65.â You say bluntly, again scanning your eyes around the room expectedly. When you donât get a response, you speak up again.
âThis is the part where you say âOh, here Y/N, weâve got it.ââ You tease and Haechan just rolls his eyes and groans.
âJust stay over. Itâs fine, you can take the couch.â
âI call dibs on the couch.â Chenleâs voice is muffled from where his nose is nuzzled in the cushions. Youâre genuinely surprised that heâs still breathing. Youâre not too sure how, though, heâs buried pretty deep. Heâs clearly not about to move any time soon.
âFine, you can sleep with Mark.â Haechan says, hand signaling to the boy who was too distracted by his phone to keep up with the conversation until his name was spoken.
âWait, dude, what?â Mark exclaims, his wide and glossy eyes switching between you and Haechan quickly. His drunk brain can barely keep up.
You hear a snicker from over your shoulder, âThatâs a good idea, Y/N, why donât you sleep with Mark?â Jaeminâs hand sits lazily on your shoulder.
You frown, a little too drunk to pick up the pieces and put them together.
âYeah, thatâs a great idea.â Jeno says, his own giggle escaping his lips. The two aforementioned boys had smoked earlier, leading to a fit of giggles shared between the two.
âWhy is this a better idea than walking her home?â Mark panics, watching you slowly absorb all thatâs going on around you. It doesnât seem like youâve picked up on how obvious the boys are being and heâs thankful for that.
âItâs cold out and weâre all tired. Just take one for the team and let her sleep in your bed.â Haechan argues. Heâs getting more and more frustrated by the minute. Mark has been complaining for weeks about his crush on you, and the moment that Haechan finally does something about it, Mark protests?
âWhere will I sleep?â Mark stupidly asks and Haechanâs head falls back onto the couch when he rolls his eyes.
âWith her, Mark.â He says with a frustrated tone, his eyes shut and squeezed.
Before Mark can object again, you finally put the pieces together and move to stand, nearly falling into Jaeminâs lap behind you in the process.
âCome on, Mark.â You say, your hand is out in offering for Mark to grab. His slow brain goes a bit numb, too focused on the gold ring on your middle finger. He hadnât noticed you wear it before.
When he doesnât move fast enough, Haechan groans and rolls his eyes, grabbing Markâs arm by the wrist and placing his hand on yours.
âI have to do fucking everything around here, donât I?â Haechan says to the group, excluding you two who have already begun your drunken trek to Markâs bedroom.
The vibe is much different when youâre in his room behind a closed door. He keeps his room tidy usually, but his unmade bed and loose bath towel on the floor suggest he wasnât anticipating company. You prefer it this way, it makes you feel less like a guest. Especially when youâre about to use his bedroom as a hotel, nonetheless.
It also helps when his ruffled sheets make his bed look all the more inviting and comfortable. You flop your belly down, snuggling into his pillow. It smells faintly of tea tree shampoo and musk. You wonder when the last time he washed his sheets was, but you arenât sure you want to know the answer. It smells like itâs been quite a while but youâre too drunk to care.
âYou want some clothes?â He says from his standing position. He wasnât expecting to see you so⌠comfortable. You look as if youâre at home in his bed.
He canât believe it. Youâre here in his bed. Sure, youâve been in his room a million times, youâve sat on his bed a million times, youâve even cuddled with Mark on his bed a million times. But this time is different. Youâre sleeping here, youâre going to wake up here, youâre going to be lying side by side with Mark for a minimum of 8 hours and heâs not sure heâll be able to hold it together that long.
âNo,â you say looking down at your athletic shorts and crop top. You werenât wearing a bra, anyways. âA toothbrush would be nice, though.â
He scurries off to the adjoined bathroom and rifles through his drawers quickly, praying that heâd have at least one clean spare toothbrush.
âUnless, of course, all your hoes have used all of them.â You tease. You arenât quite sure where that comment came from or why you felt compelled to say it but it has an effect on Mark as he stills for a moment before continuing his search. He finds one and walks back over to where youâre still lying on the bed.
âMy hoes donât ask for toothbrushes.â He says in half-honesty. Itâs true, no girls have ever asked him for a spare toothbrush. Sure, thatâs due to the fact that heâs never had a girl stay over before, but itâs still the truth nonetheless.
âEw. Good to know I donât have much competition then. At least I have basic hygiene.â You say, already loading up the toothbrush with his toothpaste.
His brain goes haywire at the comment. Does what you said mean what he thinks it means? Why are you including yourself on the list of Markâs âhoesâ? Do you want to be one? His only one?
Once youâre done, Mark has already changed into his outfit for bed. Heâs hesitant on whether or not to wear a shirt. For your comfortability he probably should, but youâve never been bothered by his bare chest before in all the times youâve been over. What would make this time any different?
He decides against it as he gets himself ready for bed, trading spots in the bathroom when you go back to bed. His heart is beating out of his chest, which is saying a lot for how much the alcohol still present in his system has relaxed him.
Heâs equally thankful for and also angry at Haechan for the stunt he pulled to get you into his room. Heâs wanted this for a long time, thats no surprise, but is this how he wanted it? He wants you to know that youâre special to him, is a drunken night sleeping in the same bed enough to tell you that? His head is spinning and it comes to a halt when he sees you lying in his bed on your phone waiting for him to come to bed.
You look natural there, like youâve always belonged.
âIâll be right back.â He panics and runs out of the room before you can acknowledge him.
He sulks out into the living room once his door is shut behind him where all the boys still remain. Only Haechan and Jeno are still awake, playing some video game on the TV.
He plops down on Haechanâs left, careful not to sit on Chenleâs knee which Haechan is resting his back against.
âHowâs it going in there?â Jeno asks and Mark groans in response, pouring himself his final shot and downing it quickly. The burning sensation in his esophagus is a welcomed distraction from the flurry of thoughts in his head.
âI donât know what you want, Mark, honestly.â Haechan says, eyes still trained on the TV in front of him.
âI know, I know. I just want her to know that sheâs special to me and not just another girl.â Mark groans, playing with the idea of pouring himself a second nightcap shot.
âDid you tell her that?â Haechan says like itâs obvious.
âSheâs drunk, Hyuck.â Mark counters, deciding finally to pour himself another shot of the room temperature liquor. Mark is drunk too, so heâs not too sure why that factor matters right now.
âDid you try telling her?â Haechan repeats himself, earning a shoulder check from Jeno.
âWhat heâs trying to say is that itâs in your hands at this point. You know what you want and you know how to do it. You just need to grow the balls and get it done.â Jeno says and Haechan leans his shoulder on Jenoâs shoulder to signify a quick hug in thanks.
Mark doesnât move up from his position in an act of procrastination, and Chenle, who Mark previously thought was sleeping, kicks Mark swiftly in the lower back to force him to his feet.
âGo before she falls asleep and you lose your shot again.â Chenle says, head still buried deep in the cushions.
âHow the fuck are you breathing, dude?â Mark asks dumbfounded.
âHe has his ways.â Haechan responds, an arm wrapping around Markâs hips to shove him out of the way of the TV screen.
Clearly, Mark is no longer welcomed out in the living room with his friends, so he moves back to his room with you, quietly opening the door in case you had fallen asleep.
You havenât, of course. Youâre far too concerned about Mark to relax long enough to fall asleep.
âIf you want me to go home I can just get the Uber itâs fine.â You say the moment Mark walks through the door.
Fuck, he thinks to himself. He canât even have one second to think.
âNo, you can stay.â He says, heading back into the bathroom to brush his teeth again after the two shots he took.
âYou just seem a little off, so I donât want to make you uncomfortable. Itâs no big deal, really.â You say, already moving to stand up out of his bed, moving at a much slower pace than normal due to the alcohol still in your system.
âNo, please, stay.â He says, walking over to your spot, essentially blocking you from standing.
Your face still doesnât seem convinced so he shares the truth in the best way he knows how, âI want you to stay.â
You still donât seem fully convinced, but you lie back down anyways and wait for Mark to join you. Heâs stalling at this point, moving around the room and unplugging every socket he can see.
âBig fire hazard guy?â You tease from your position in bed, his pillow parallel to your chest where your head lies. Thereâs something about the hopeful anticipation in your eyes that makes Markâs head spin.
Or maybe itâs the alcohol. Probably the alcohol.
He laughs dryly, finally laying down next to you. His head is flat against the mattress, blocking your view of his face from your position atop the pillow beneath you.
âOh, here, you want it?â You say, offering him the pillow. Mark chastises himself internally for only owning one pillow.
âNah, you take it, you need one too.â Mark waves you off and adjusts to bend his arm behind his head, resting on his forearm.
You think for a moment before replying, âWell⌠youâre here arenât you?â
âWh-â Markâs question is cut short by you sitting up, placing the pillow beneath his head, and then laying your own head on his chest.
He hopes you canât hear his heartbeat when you ask, âIs this ok?â
He, very boldly in his opinion, responds by wrapping his arms around your body. One over your shoulders and one around your waist. Thank you, alcohol!
âJust peachy.â He says, voice cracking.
His limbs are still stiff around you, but you donât mention it as you sit up one final time to flip the light switch by the door.
You feel him jolt when you lie your head on his chest again. You feel like rolling your eyes at his dramatics.
âSeriously, Mark, I can go home.â You say, gauging his level of discomfort by the stiffness of his limbs and the sound of his breath that heâs clearly attempting to get under control.
âNope.â Is all he says as he wraps his arms around you tighter and pulls you in. A beat passes as you feel his muscles relax beneath your head.
âYouâre confusing, Mark Lee.â Is your message of acceptance as your fingers find his collarbone, tracing circles around it and scratching into the caverns gently.
He scoffs at your words, âIâm confusing?â
âWell, you say you want me here but youâre clearly uncomfortable.â You retort. He just wishes you would let the conversation settle. Heâs trying his hardest.
âIâm not uncomfortable.â Itâs a half truth and he knows it, but heâll say anything to get you to shut up.
âWhenâs the last time you had a girl in your bed?â You ask and thankfully you canât see him roll his eyes in the darkness.
âA while.â He swallows. He can tell where this is going and he doesnât like it.
âYou couldâve just said that!â You say with a soft, almost condescending, tone as you coo, digging your head further into his chest.
âItâs not that. You think you have me all figured out but you donât, so just drop it please? Letâs go to sleep.â Mark pulls you even closer at that and itâs your turn to stiffen.
âIâm sorry,â you whisper into his pec and he sighs, the hand around your waist holding you tighter.
âItâs fine, just settle down.â He says and you try your best, but your mind is now running a mile a minute.
What the hell did that mean? If you arenât making him uncomfortable, and if it isnât that heâs just out of practice, then what is it? Why is your best friend acting so weird?
Your mind canât help itself but say, âAre you drunk?â
âVery. You?â He says honestly. You smile against his bare chest.
âVery.â You giggle and he does too, his hand traveling down your body to grab at the back of your knee to hoist your leg to rest over his. The ice has been clearly broken as he relaxes into the new position.
You nuzzle in closer to his chest, your hands continuing to explore the dips and curves of his shoulder.
âDid you drink more when you went out there?â You ask, not really wanting to go to bed just yet. You have an odd feeling that your night isnât over.
âYep.â He pops the âpâ sound. He canât tell if youâre prying to try and collect information or if your drunk brain is truly just curious, so he keeps his answers brief.
You giggle out your question, âWhy?â
âYou donât usually have this many questions.â He deflects, but you catch him.
âYou donât usually avoid answering.â You retort and he sighs, chest rising and falling slowly below your head. Itâs a nice feeling, you think.
Youâre anticipating an answer, but he doesnât give you one. Frowning, you move your head so that your chin rests on his chest, your eyes level with his cheek from where heâs lying back. He looks down at you in the dark of the room to notice your impatient stare.
âJust needed a little extra liquid courage, thatâs it.â He shrugs and you frown deeper. That answer just gave you more questions than answers.
âBut-â he cuts you off.
âJust let it go, please.â He begs, his voice genuinely sounding desperate. Usually you have a free pass to tease Mark, but something is different about him tonight so you donât pester him any further. You lie your head back down over his chest and continue to stroke his shoulder lazily. You seem to be getting more and more comfortable with each other here, which pleases you.
He appreciates the gesture, clearly, as the hand that was previously around your waist travels back down to your leg to grab a large handful softly, his thumb stroking over the side of your thigh near your knee gently.
Itâs a nice moment, you think, and before your brain can tell you otherwise, your lips are puckering to leave a gentle kiss to his bare skin beneath your head. His breath hitches softly at that, so you move your head gently away from the spot to rest your forehead against his chin.
Truth be told, you arenât quite sure why you did it. You and Mark have cuddled a million times before, but youâve never kissed him. Youâve never even given him a cheek kiss as a greeting. Your lips have never touched Mark Lee, but for some reason tonight you felt compelled to. It was innocent and short enough that you could pretend it didnât happen at all.
You can feel Mark slowly turning his head, your heart beating at a mile a minute at the sheer unknown of how he will react.
Just as your mind begins to conjure up rejection scenarios, you feel something.
His lips make contact with your forehead, his warm breath fanning over the top of your hair as he stays in his position, gentle lips kissing your forehead. You hold back a gasp, and your heart picks up pace. He still hasnât moved, which youâre thankful for, as you absorb the feeling and attempt to process your emotions quickly.
That was a move.
That was a move.
Mark is making moves on you. Do you want him to? You canât lie and say you havenât thought about him romantically before. Heâs your best friend, heâs seen your lowest and your highest and heâs stuck around through it all. Heâs also undoubtedly attractive and your type. But youâve never imagined him in this context.
But you wouldnât want to take advantage of him. This is Mark youâre talking about here. There is no âcasual funâ with him. Whatever is happening is already changing the course of your friendship, do you want to keep it going and take it further?
He doesnât give you the opportunity to decide before his hand finds your chin, pulling up to signal that he wants you to look at him. You comply, of course, with probably too much ease.
His eyes dart between your two as he tries to read you. He wants this. He knows he wants this. What he doesnât know, though, is whether or not you want this too.
âAre you too drunk to know what youâre doing?â He whispers and you can feel the air from his words hit your lips and it only makes you want him more.
âNo.â You whisper back meekly, your eyes trained to his lips. Heâs never looked so kissable. In fact, youâve never even considered the idea of kissing Mark. Now that youâre here, though, you canât believe itâs not crossed your mind before. You want him so bad that it feels like youâve wanted him forever.
Your answer was clearly all he needed to brush his lips over yours. It feels like the wind is knocked out of you as you lie there, not even pursing your lips, just allowing him to adjust to the feeling of being so close with you.
The moment is beautifully intimate, you wonât lie, but youâre feeling a bit impatient and if Mark spends any more time cherishing the moment rather than seizing it you may combust. So you take the next step and officially slot your lips over his, your hand coming up to grab at his jaw to keep him steady on you. He reacts without hesitation, kissing you back with as much force as youâre giving him.
The kiss is remarkable in all the ways that it truly isnât. Thereâs no sparks or fireworks, and it takes you a while to get into a rhythm. Your teeth knock his a few times and you both miss the opportunities to insert your tongues into each others mouths. Itâs almost laughable how bad the kiss is from a black and white perspective, but youâre satisfied. Because, above all else, the kiss is natural and it feels right.
Once youâve found your rhythm though, youâre fully emerged in the feeling. Heâs a slower kisser than you thought he would be, clearly still attempting to savor the moment with everything in him, and you let him.
Itâs nice, you think, being here like this. Every first kiss youâve had has spurred an emotional rollercoaster inside of you. Youâre typically too preoccupied with doing the right thing, looking hot enough, memorizing the other personâs likes and dislikes, and thinking about the future when you kiss someone. Kissing Mark is different. You arenât full of worries, youâre simply enjoying it. A part of you tries to pin it on the comfortability that comes with being as close friends as you are, but another part of you thatâs been hiding for a long time tells you otherwise.
Your adrenaline spikes at the thought, and it spurs you to make the next move to straddle across his waist. He reacts instantly, his hands finding your hips as he kisses you harder.
You like Mark, you realize. Perhaps your heart is a little behind your head as youâre already kissing him, but the realization sparks something in you nonetheless.
âIâve wanted to do this for a long time,â he admits when his lips leave yours to trail down your neck. You arenât sure if Mark is intending to bring the heat up, but itâs working when he finds that one spot near your carotid.
You hum, hand threading in his hair to keep him close. You love this. You love this moment. You never want it to end.
As if he hates you, Markâs mouth leaves your neck to look at you to do precisely that.
âAre we doing this?â He says and youâre startled by his honesty and boldness. Is this the same Mark who was too scared to even sleep in the same bed as you?
âDefine this.â You ask. Itâs a valid question, he has to say, but heâs not bold enough to say it by name. Sure, he can grow a pair when he absolutely needs to, but his natural instinct is to quietly observe the other person, not be observed himself.
He doesnât respond with words, but with an action much more bold than he realizes when his hands find your hips again and move you down to rest over his crotch. Heâs not hard yet, but you still get the gist of what heâs trying to say. A gasp escapes you, earning a coy smile from the man below you.
âI take that as a yes?â He teases and you arenât given the opportunity to respond before he sits up fully, meeting you in your sitting position to wrap both his arms around you tightly as he kisses you again.
Now the kiss is hot. His hands are busy all over your body, lighting fire in its path. You moan encouragingly into his mouth when his hands graze the underside of your breast. He catches the message quickly and moves his hand higher to officially grab you, both of you moaning at the contact. Your mouths connect sloppily, and you begin to feel a poke from underneath you.
It takes all the self control in your body to slow things down, but you owe it to Mark to talk about this.
You say his name into his mouth quietly, which he interprets as a moan, and responds with his own groan right back.
âMark,â you say a little more firmly this time, your hands finding his shoulders to signal that you have something to say.
âAre you sure?â You ask and his previously anxious eyes soften.
âAre you?â He retorts and you roll your eyes deliberately at him.
âI asked you first, idiot.â You say and he smiles, bringing you in for a hug, his nose finding the crevice between your neck and shoulder. You can feel him relax below your fingers when you hug him back, your hands threading into his hair. The moment from before is long gone, but you prefer this.
You smile from your position on his lap. This is easy, you think. Much easier than it ever has been. It almost scares you how natural this feels with him, but you donât allow your brain to indulge in the anxiety of it all. Youâll happily wait as long as Mark needs to give you an answer if heâs holding you like he is now.
âIâm sure that I want you, if thatâs what youâre asking.â He says and it makes you smile again. Heâs trying to get you to say it first. Your best friend has never been very sly, although he likes to think of himself that way.
âThat is what I asked, but thatâs not what I meant.â You say, throwing the ball back into his court.
All this back and forth is giving you a headache. Under any other circumstance youâd have been fed up with all the pussyfooting and made an actual move, but you want to give Mark the chance to say what he needs to say. You have a feeling that he needs the floor more than you do.
âI want to fuck you, but I donât think it would mean the same thing to you as it does to me.â He says finally and you melt at his indirect confession, holding him tighter and slightly swaying your bodies side to side.
âThen ask.â You say simply, still not taking the power he clearly wants you to. Heâs used to you being the bolder one, heâs never had to fight with you to get you to offer your mind.
âYouâre making this really difficult for me, arenât you?â He jokes and you let out a genuine laugh, kissing the crown of his head once youâre done.
âYouâd regret letting me take the lead.â You read him honestly and he scans his brain for a conflict, but youâre right. He would regret it.
âYou know me so well.â He says, resigned acceptance on his voice as his hand rubs wide circles into your back.
âI know, thatâs why you like me so much.â You snark and Mark leans back to look you in the face with a shocked expression of offense.
âYou said youâd let me take the lead!â He whines and you giggle, hand coming to rest on his cheek.
âYouâre taking too long.â You attempt to justify yourself.
âI wanted to tell you.â He pouts and you move to grab the other side of his face with your other hand.
âYou still can.â You gently inform him, quieting down and looking deep into his eyes.
You had anticipated a confession right then and there, but he continues to stare back at you. You can see the wheels turning in his head and you roll your eyes once more in faux annoyance, a teasing smile on your lips.
âNow, Mark.â You taunt with a giggle and he breaks out into nervous laughter, leaning away from your hands and you let him go hesitantly, resting your hands back on his bare shoulders.
He clears his throat and averts his eyes to the bedpost as he gathers his thoughts. Itâs cute, you think, how flustered he is. All of this drama for you? Mark is this nervous to confess to you? Youâre not a self conscious girl by any means, but you feel a little out of bounds by the idea that Mark Lee is flustered over you.
Heâs amazing. Why doesnât he think that you would notice that about him? Why does he look like heâs preparing himself for rejection right now? Does he really think of you that highly? Or worse, does he think of himself that low?
He clears his throat once more, saying your name quietly and grabbing your hands in his. You feel as if a bit more distance has been put between you now as youâre no longer holding him, but you allow him to guide.
âIâve been into you for a while,â He says, taking in a sharp breath after the phrase is out. Although you were expecting to hear it, actually being in the moment feels more intense than you thought it would be. Your toes curl in anxiety as you attempt to keep your cool.
âand Iâm sorry I didnât tell you before I kissed youâ that I genuinely blame on the alcoholâbut this is all me.â He says with a sigh at the end. If the confession had been pretty, it wouldnât have been Markâs. But you love it all the same.
A smile slowly creeps over your face as you look at him through your eyelashes. You donât want your reaction to influence him, you want him to fully own this moment.
âSay something please.â He says with a cute impatient lilt to his voice that makes you laugh.
Your poker face, if you even had one in the first place, slips when you open your mouth to respond.
âMark, Iâve been into you for⌠wellâŚ. not that long,â you say and he laughs in response, hopeful eyes and expectant smile on his face.
âbut this is all me, too. I swear if I had known before I wouldâve done something before.â You draw an x with your finger over your heart and Mark grabs your hand and presses a gentle kiss to your fingertip. Your heart melts as he grabs your hand with his two and draw them down to his chest.
âI like that you let me.â Mark says, leaning in as if he was about to kiss you. You smile, tilting your chin to meet him.
âThank you.â He whispers before meeting your lips together in a sweet kiss.
i wrote this all in one day and only proofread it twice so if it sucksâŚ. uhâŚ.. yeah! if you did enjoy my little brain dump of a story, please reblog and send feedback! your engagement means waaayyy more to me than you realize.
if mark isnât going to make a move on you himself, his friends will surely find a way to make one on his behalf. the opportunity arises after an evening of drinking at markâs apartment that lands you tangled in markâs sheets wondering if he feels the same chemistry that you do.
pairing: mark lee x reader
genre: fluff, suggestive !!MDNI!!
length: 4.9k
warnings: adults drinking alcohol and getting drunk, dialogue about sex, both reader and mark are drunk the entire time, mark is a pussy!
net tags: @kflixnet @k-labels
Drinking with the boys always led you into sketchy situations. There was the one time Haechan insisted on breaking into a waterpark to âvisit the mermaidsâ. Or the time that Renjun ordered a cab for all of you to go over to his ex-girlfriends house to win her back. Jaemin once threw up in the kitchen sink and didnât tell anyone until morning.
So, yeah, drinking with the boys always led you down odd roads and tonight wouldnât be any different.
âOkay!â You exclaim drunkenly, head previously falling forward as you dozed in your spot.
âWhich one of you gentlemen are going to drive me home?â Your eyes lazily trail across the room at the boys all scattered about in various positions.
âUh, Iâm not good to drive,â Mark says and shoves his thumb into Jenoâs shoulder to ask âyou good to drive?â Which earns him a shake of his head.
The rest of the group reacts now, all to let you know that none of them were sober enough to be behind the wheel.
âOkayâŚâ you drag out the word and pull out your phone to open the rideshare app and struggle to type in your apartmentâs address.
âUber is $65.â You say bluntly, again scanning your eyes around the room expectedly. When you donât get a response, you speak up again.
âThis is the part where you say âOh, here Y/N, weâve got it.ââ You tease and Haechan just rolls his eyes and groans.
âJust stay over. Itâs fine, you can take the couch.â
âI call dibs on the couch.â Chenleâs voice is muffled from where his nose is nuzzled in the cushions. Youâre genuinely surprised that heâs still breathing. Youâre not too sure how, though, heâs buried pretty deep. Heâs clearly not about to move any time soon.
âFine, you can sleep with Mark.â Haechan says, hand signaling to the boy who was too distracted by his phone to keep up with the conversation until his name was spoken.
âWait, dude, what?â Mark exclaims, his wide and glossy eyes switching between you and Haechan quickly. His drunk brain can barely keep up.
You hear a snicker from over your shoulder, âThatâs a good idea, Y/N, why donât you sleep with Mark?â Jaeminâs hand sits lazily on your shoulder.
You frown, a little too drunk to pick up the pieces and put them together.
âYeah, thatâs a great idea.â Jeno says, his own giggle escaping his lips. The two aforementioned boys had smoked earlier, leading to a fit of giggles shared between the two.
âWhy is this a better idea than walking her home?â Mark panics, watching you slowly absorb all thatâs going on around you. It doesnât seem like youâve picked up on how obvious the boys are being and heâs thankful for that.
âItâs cold out and weâre all tired. Just take one for the team and let her sleep in your bed.â Haechan argues. Heâs getting more and more frustrated by the minute. Mark has been complaining for weeks about his crush on you, and the moment that Haechan finally does something about it, Mark protests?
âWhere will I sleep?â Mark stupidly asks and Haechanâs head falls back onto the couch when he rolls his eyes.
âWith her, Mark.â He says with a frustrated tone, his eyes shut and squeezed.
Before Mark can object again, you finally put the pieces together and move to stand, nearly falling into Jaeminâs lap behind you in the process.
âCome on, Mark.â You say, your hand is out in offering for Mark to grab. His slow brain goes a bit numb, too focused on the gold ring on your middle finger. He hadnât noticed you wear it before.
When he doesnât move fast enough, Haechan groans and rolls his eyes, grabbing Markâs arm by the wrist and placing his hand on yours.
âI have to do fucking everything around here, donât I?â Haechan says to the group, excluding you two who have already begun your drunken trek to Markâs bedroom.
The vibe is much different when youâre in his room behind a closed door. He keeps his room tidy usually, but his unmade bed and loose bath towel on the floor suggest he wasnât anticipating company. You prefer it this way, it makes you feel less like a guest. Especially when youâre about to use his bedroom as a hotel, nonetheless.
It also helps when his ruffled sheets make his bed look all the more inviting and comfortable. You flop your belly down, snuggling into his pillow. It smells faintly of tea tree shampoo and musk. You wonder when the last time he washed his sheets was, but you arenât sure you want to know the answer. It smells like itâs been quite a while but youâre too drunk to care.
âYou want some clothes?â He says from his standing position. He wasnât expecting to see you so⌠comfortable. You look as if youâre at home in his bed.
He canât believe it. Youâre here in his bed. Sure, youâve been in his room a million times, youâve sat on his bed a million times, youâve even cuddled with Mark on his bed a million times. But this time is different. Youâre sleeping here, youâre going to wake up here, youâre going to be lying side by side with Mark for a minimum of 8 hours and heâs not sure heâll be able to hold it together that long.
âNo,â you say looking down at your athletic shorts and crop top. You werenât wearing a bra, anyways. âA toothbrush would be nice, though.â
He scurries off to the adjoined bathroom and rifles through his drawers quickly, praying that heâd have at least one clean spare toothbrush.
âUnless, of course, all your hoes have used all of them.â You tease. You arenât quite sure where that comment came from or why you felt compelled to say it but it has an effect on Mark as he stills for a moment before continuing his search. He finds one and walks back over to where youâre still lying on the bed.
âMy hoes donât ask for toothbrushes.â He says in half-honesty. Itâs true, no girls have ever asked him for a spare toothbrush. Sure, thatâs due to the fact that heâs never had a girl stay over before, but itâs still the truth nonetheless.
âEw. Good to know I donât have much competition then. At least I have basic hygiene.â You say, already loading up the toothbrush with his toothpaste.
His brain goes haywire at the comment. Does what you said mean what he thinks it means? Why are you including yourself on the list of Markâs âhoesâ? Do you want to be one? His only one?
Once youâre done, Mark has already changed into his outfit for bed. Heâs hesitant on whether or not to wear a shirt. For your comfortability he probably should, but youâve never been bothered by his bare chest before in all the times youâve been over. What would make this time any different?
He decides against it as he gets himself ready for bed, trading spots in the bathroom when you go back to bed. His heart is beating out of his chest, which is saying a lot for how much the alcohol still present in his system has relaxed him.
Heâs equally thankful for and also angry at Haechan for the stunt he pulled to get you into his room. Heâs wanted this for a long time, thats no surprise, but is this how he wanted it? He wants you to know that youâre special to him, is a drunken night sleeping in the same bed enough to tell you that? His head is spinning and it comes to a halt when he sees you lying in his bed on your phone waiting for him to come to bed.
You look natural there, like youâve always belonged.
âIâll be right back.â He panics and runs out of the room before you can acknowledge him.
He sulks out into the living room once his door is shut behind him where all the boys still remain. Only Haechan and Jeno are still awake, playing some video game on the TV.
He plops down on Haechanâs left, careful not to sit on Chenleâs knee which Haechan is resting his back against.
âHowâs it going in there?â Jeno asks and Mark groans in response, pouring himself his final shot and downing it quickly. The burning sensation in his esophagus is a welcomed distraction from the flurry of thoughts in his head.
âI donât know what you want, Mark, honestly.â Haechan says, eyes still trained on the TV in front of him.
âI know, I know. I just want her to know that sheâs special to me and not just another girl.â Mark groans, playing with the idea of pouring himself a second nightcap shot.
âDid you tell her that?â Haechan says like itâs obvious.
âSheâs drunk, Hyuck.â Mark counters, deciding finally to pour himself another shot of the room temperature liquor. Mark is drunk too, so heâs not too sure why that factor matters right now.
âDid you try telling her?â Haechan repeats himself, earning a shoulder check from Jeno.
âWhat heâs trying to say is that itâs in your hands at this point. You know what you want and you know how to do it. You just need to grow the balls and get it done.â Jeno says and Haechan leans his shoulder on Jenoâs shoulder to signify a quick hug in thanks.
Mark doesnât move up from his position in an act of procrastination, and Chenle, who Mark previously thought was sleeping, kicks Mark swiftly in the lower back to force him to his feet.
âGo before she falls asleep and you lose your shot again.â Chenle says, head still buried deep in the cushions.
âHow the fuck are you breathing, dude?â Mark asks dumbfounded.
âHe has his ways.â Haechan responds, an arm wrapping around Markâs hips to shove him out of the way of the TV screen.
Clearly, Mark is no longer welcomed out in the living room with his friends, so he moves back to his room with you, quietly opening the door in case you had fallen asleep.
You havenât, of course. Youâre far too concerned about Mark to relax long enough to fall asleep.
âIf you want me to go home I can just get the Uber itâs fine.â You say the moment Mark walks through the door.
Fuck, he thinks to himself. He canât even have one second to think.
âNo, you can stay.â He says, heading back into the bathroom to brush his teeth again after the two shots he took.
âYou just seem a little off, so I donât want to make you uncomfortable. Itâs no big deal, really.â You say, already moving to stand up out of his bed, moving at a much slower pace than normal due to the alcohol still in your system.
âNo, please, stay.â He says, walking over to your spot, essentially blocking you from standing.
Your face still doesnât seem convinced so he shares the truth in the best way he knows how, âI want you to stay.â
You still donât seem fully convinced, but you lie back down anyways and wait for Mark to join you. Heâs stalling at this point, moving around the room and unplugging every socket he can see.
âBig fire hazard guy?â You tease from your position in bed, his pillow parallel to your chest where your head lies. Thereâs something about the hopeful anticipation in your eyes that makes Markâs head spin.
Or maybe itâs the alcohol. Probably the alcohol.
He laughs dryly, finally laying down next to you. His head is flat against the mattress, blocking your view of his face from your position atop the pillow beneath you.
âOh, here, you want it?â You say, offering him the pillow. Mark chastises himself internally for only owning one pillow.
âNah, you take it, you need one too.â Mark waves you off and adjusts to bend his arm behind his head, resting on his forearm.
You think for a moment before replying, âWell⌠youâre here arenât you?â
âWh-â Markâs question is cut short by you sitting up, placing the pillow beneath his head, and then laying your own head on his chest.
He hopes you canât hear his heartbeat when you ask, âIs this ok?â
He, very boldly in his opinion, responds by wrapping his arms around your body. One over your shoulders and one around your waist. Thank you, alcohol!
âJust peachy.â He says, voice cracking.
His limbs are still stiff around you, but you donât mention it as you sit up one final time to flip the light switch by the door.
You feel him jolt when you lie your head on his chest again. You feel like rolling your eyes at his dramatics.
âSeriously, Mark, I can go home.â You say, gauging his level of discomfort by the stiffness of his limbs and the sound of his breath that heâs clearly attempting to get under control.
âNope.â Is all he says as he wraps his arms around you tighter and pulls you in. A beat passes as you feel his muscles relax beneath your head.
âYouâre confusing, Mark Lee.â Is your message of acceptance as your fingers find his collarbone, tracing circles around it and scratching into the caverns gently.
He scoffs at your words, âIâm confusing?â
âWell, you say you want me here but youâre clearly uncomfortable.â You retort. He just wishes you would let the conversation settle. Heâs trying his hardest.
âIâm not uncomfortable.â Itâs a half truth and he knows it, but heâll say anything to get you to shut up.
âWhenâs the last time you had a girl in your bed?â You ask and thankfully you canât see him roll his eyes in the darkness.
âA while.â He swallows. He can tell where this is going and he doesnât like it.
âYou couldâve just said that!â You say with a soft, almost condescending, tone as you coo, digging your head further into his chest.
âItâs not that. You think you have me all figured out but you donât, so just drop it please? Letâs go to sleep.â Mark pulls you even closer at that and itâs your turn to stiffen.
âIâm sorry,â you whisper into his pec and he sighs, the hand around your waist holding you tighter.
âItâs fine, just settle down.â He says and you try your best, but your mind is now running a mile a minute.
What the hell did that mean? If you arenât making him uncomfortable, and if it isnât that heâs just out of practice, then what is it? Why is your best friend acting so weird?
Your mind canât help itself but say, âAre you drunk?â
âVery. You?â He says honestly. You smile against his bare chest.
âVery.â You giggle and he does too, his hand traveling down your body to grab at the back of your knee to hoist your leg to rest over his. The ice has been clearly broken as he relaxes into the new position.
You nuzzle in closer to his chest, your hands continuing to explore the dips and curves of his shoulder.
âDid you drink more when you went out there?â You ask, not really wanting to go to bed just yet. You have an odd feeling that your night isnât over.
âYep.â He pops the âpâ sound. He canât tell if youâre prying to try and collect information or if your drunk brain is truly just curious, so he keeps his answers brief.
You giggle out your question, âWhy?â
âYou donât usually have this many questions.â He deflects, but you catch him.
âYou donât usually avoid answering.â You retort and he sighs, chest rising and falling slowly below your head. Itâs a nice feeling, you think.
Youâre anticipating an answer, but he doesnât give you one. Frowning, you move your head so that your chin rests on his chest, your eyes level with his cheek from where heâs lying back. He looks down at you in the dark of the room to notice your impatient stare.
âJust needed a little extra liquid courage, thatâs it.â He shrugs and you frown deeper. That answer just gave you more questions than answers.
âBut-â he cuts you off.
âJust let it go, please.â He begs, his voice genuinely sounding desperate. Usually you have a free pass to tease Mark, but something is different about him tonight so you donât pester him any further. You lie your head back down over his chest and continue to stroke his shoulder lazily. You seem to be getting more and more comfortable with each other here, which pleases you.
He appreciates the gesture, clearly, as the hand that was previously around your waist travels back down to your leg to grab a large handful softly, his thumb stroking over the side of your thigh near your knee gently.
Itâs a nice moment, you think, and before your brain can tell you otherwise, your lips are puckering to leave a gentle kiss to his bare skin beneath your head. His breath hitches softly at that, so you move your head gently away from the spot to rest your forehead against his chin.
Truth be told, you arenât quite sure why you did it. You and Mark have cuddled a million times before, but youâve never kissed him. Youâve never even given him a cheek kiss as a greeting. Your lips have never touched Mark Lee, but for some reason tonight you felt compelled to. It was innocent and short enough that you could pretend it didnât happen at all.
You can feel Mark slowly turning his head, your heart beating at a mile a minute at the sheer unknown of how he will react.
Just as your mind begins to conjure up rejection scenarios, you feel something.
His lips make contact with your forehead, his warm breath fanning over the top of your hair as he stays in his position, gentle lips kissing your forehead. You hold back a gasp, and your heart picks up pace. He still hasnât moved, which youâre thankful for, as you absorb the feeling and attempt to process your emotions quickly.
That was a move.
That was a move.
Mark is making moves on you. Do you want him to? You canât lie and say you havenât thought about him romantically before. Heâs your best friend, heâs seen your lowest and your highest and heâs stuck around through it all. Heâs also undoubtedly attractive and your type. But youâve never imagined him in this context.
But you wouldnât want to take advantage of him. This is Mark youâre talking about here. There is no âcasual funâ with him. Whatever is happening is already changing the course of your friendship, do you want to keep it going and take it further?
He doesnât give you the opportunity to decide before his hand finds your chin, pulling up to signal that he wants you to look at him. You comply, of course, with probably too much ease.
His eyes dart between your two as he tries to read you. He wants this. He knows he wants this. What he doesnât know, though, is whether or not you want this too.
âAre you too drunk to know what youâre doing?â He whispers and you can feel the air from his words hit your lips and it only makes you want him more.
âNo.â You whisper back meekly, your eyes trained to his lips. Heâs never looked so kissable. In fact, youâve never even considered the idea of kissing Mark. Now that youâre here, though, you canât believe itâs not crossed your mind before. You want him so bad that it feels like youâve wanted him forever.
Your answer was clearly all he needed to brush his lips over yours. It feels like the wind is knocked out of you as you lie there, not even pursing your lips, just allowing him to adjust to the feeling of being so close with you.
The moment is beautifully intimate, you wonât lie, but youâre feeling a bit impatient and if Mark spends any more time cherishing the moment rather than seizing it you may combust. So you take the next step and officially slot your lips over his, your hand coming up to grab at his jaw to keep him steady on you. He reacts without hesitation, kissing you back with as much force as youâre giving him.
The kiss is remarkable in all the ways that it truly isnât. Thereâs no sparks or fireworks, and it takes you a while to get into a rhythm. Your teeth knock his a few times and you both miss the opportunities to insert your tongues into each others mouths. Itâs almost laughable how bad the kiss is from a black and white perspective, but youâre satisfied. Because, above all else, the kiss is natural and it feels right.
Once youâve found your rhythm though, youâre fully emerged in the feeling. Heâs a slower kisser than you thought he would be, clearly still attempting to savor the moment with everything in him, and you let him.
Itâs nice, you think, being here like this. Every first kiss youâve had has spurred an emotional rollercoaster inside of you. Youâre typically too preoccupied with doing the right thing, looking hot enough, memorizing the other personâs likes and dislikes, and thinking about the future when you kiss someone. Kissing Mark is different. You arenât full of worries, youâre simply enjoying it. A part of you tries to pin it on the comfortability that comes with being as close friends as you are, but another part of you thatâs been hiding for a long time tells you otherwise.
Your adrenaline spikes at the thought, and it spurs you to make the next move to straddle across his waist. He reacts instantly, his hands finding your hips as he kisses you harder.
You like Mark, you realize. Perhaps your heart is a little behind your head as youâre already kissing him, but the realization sparks something in you nonetheless.
âIâve wanted to do this for a long time,â he admits when his lips leave yours to trail down your neck. You arenât sure if Mark is intending to bring the heat up, but itâs working when he finds that one spot near your carotid.
You hum, hand threading in his hair to keep him close. You love this. You love this moment. You never want it to end.
As if he hates you, Markâs mouth leaves your neck to look at you to do precisely that.
âAre we doing this?â He says and youâre startled by his honesty and boldness. Is this the same Mark who was too scared to even sleep in the same bed as you?
âDefine this.â You ask. Itâs a valid question, he has to say, but heâs not bold enough to say it by name. Sure, he can grow a pair when he absolutely needs to, but his natural instinct is to quietly observe the other person, not be observed himself.
He doesnât respond with words, but with an action much more bold than he realizes when his hands find your hips again and move you down to rest over his crotch. Heâs not hard yet, but you still get the gist of what heâs trying to say. A gasp escapes you, earning a coy smile from the man below you.
âI take that as a yes?â He teases and you arenât given the opportunity to respond before he sits up fully, meeting you in your sitting position to wrap both his arms around you tightly as he kisses you again.
Now the kiss is hot. His hands are busy all over your body, lighting fire in its path. You moan encouragingly into his mouth when his hands graze the underside of your breast. He catches the message quickly and moves his hand higher to officially grab you, both of you moaning at the contact. Your mouths connect sloppily, and you begin to feel a poke from underneath you.
It takes all the self control in your body to slow things down, but you owe it to Mark to talk about this.
You say his name into his mouth quietly, which he interprets as a moan, and responds with his own groan right back.
âMark,â you say a little more firmly this time, your hands finding his shoulders to signal that you have something to say.
âAre you sure?â You ask and his previously anxious eyes soften.
âAre you?â He retorts and you roll your eyes deliberately at him.
âI asked you first, idiot.â You say and he smiles, bringing you in for a hug, his nose finding the crevice between your neck and shoulder. You can feel him relax below your fingers when you hug him back, your hands threading into his hair. The moment from before is long gone, but you prefer this.
You smile from your position on his lap. This is easy, you think. Much easier than it ever has been. It almost scares you how natural this feels with him, but you donât allow your brain to indulge in the anxiety of it all. Youâll happily wait as long as Mark needs to give you an answer if heâs holding you like he is now.
âIâm sure that I want you, if thatâs what youâre asking.â He says and it makes you smile again. Heâs trying to get you to say it first. Your best friend has never been very sly, although he likes to think of himself that way.
âThat is what I asked, but thatâs not what I meant.â You say, throwing the ball back into his court.
All this back and forth is giving you a headache. Under any other circumstance youâd have been fed up with all the pussyfooting and made an actual move, but you want to give Mark the chance to say what he needs to say. You have a feeling that he needs the floor more than you do.
âI want to fuck you, but I donât think it would mean the same thing to you as it does to me.â He says finally and you melt at his indirect confession, holding him tighter and slightly swaying your bodies side to side.
âThen ask.â You say simply, still not taking the power he clearly wants you to. Heâs used to you being the bolder one, heâs never had to fight with you to get you to offer your mind.
âYouâre making this really difficult for me, arenât you?â He jokes and you let out a genuine laugh, kissing the crown of his head once youâre done.
âYouâd regret letting me take the lead.â You read him honestly and he scans his brain for a conflict, but youâre right. He would regret it.
âYou know me so well.â He says, resigned acceptance on his voice as his hand rubs wide circles into your back.
âI know, thatâs why you like me so much.â You snark and Mark leans back to look you in the face with a shocked expression of offense.
âYou said youâd let me take the lead!â He whines and you giggle, hand coming to rest on his cheek.
âYouâre taking too long.â You attempt to justify yourself.
âI wanted to tell you.â He pouts and you move to grab the other side of his face with your other hand.
âYou still can.â You gently inform him, quieting down and looking deep into his eyes.
You had anticipated a confession right then and there, but he continues to stare back at you. You can see the wheels turning in his head and you roll your eyes once more in faux annoyance, a teasing smile on your lips.
âNow, Mark.â You taunt with a giggle and he breaks out into nervous laughter, leaning away from your hands and you let him go hesitantly, resting your hands back on his bare shoulders.
He clears his throat and averts his eyes to the bedpost as he gathers his thoughts. Itâs cute, you think, how flustered he is. All of this drama for you? Mark is this nervous to confess to you? Youâre not a self conscious girl by any means, but you feel a little out of bounds by the idea that Mark Lee is flustered over you.
Heâs amazing. Why doesnât he think that you would notice that about him? Why does he look like heâs preparing himself for rejection right now? Does he really think of you that highly? Or worse, does he think of himself that low?
He clears his throat once more, saying your name quietly and grabbing your hands in his. You feel as if a bit more distance has been put between you now as youâre no longer holding him, but you allow him to guide.
âIâve been into you for a while,â He says, taking in a sharp breath after the phrase is out. Although you were expecting to hear it, actually being in the moment feels more intense than you thought it would be. Your toes curl in anxiety as you attempt to keep your cool.
âand Iâm sorry I didnât tell you before I kissed youâ that I genuinely blame on the alcoholâbut this is all me.â He says with a sigh at the end. If the confession had been pretty, it wouldnât have been Markâs. But you love it all the same.
A smile slowly creeps over your face as you look at him through your eyelashes. You donât want your reaction to influence him, you want him to fully own this moment.
âSay something please.â He says with a cute impatient lilt to his voice that makes you laugh.
Your poker face, if you even had one in the first place, slips when you open your mouth to respond.
âMark, Iâve been into you for⌠wellâŚ. not that long,â you say and he laughs in response, hopeful eyes and expectant smile on his face.
âbut this is all me, too. I swear if I had known before I wouldâve done something before.â You draw an x with your finger over your heart and Mark grabs your hand and presses a gentle kiss to your fingertip. Your heart melts as he grabs your hand with his two and draw them down to his chest.
âI like that you let me.â Mark says, leaning in as if he was about to kiss you. You smile, tilting your chin to meet him.
âThank you.â He whispers before meeting your lips together in a sweet kiss.
i wrote this all in one day and only proofread it twice so if it sucksâŚ. uhâŚ.. yeah! if you did enjoy my little brain dump of a story, please reblog and send feedback! your engagement means waaayyy more to me than you realize.
I have finally finished uploading and compiling a comprehensive drive of all of Kingdomâs VLives! If Iâm missing any at all please send them my way and Iâll upload them to the folder. That being said only a few lives have subtitles and currently they arenât attached to the video itself. I WILL be attaching them to the video it will just take a minute so if anyone happens to do that before me send me the video with the subs and Iâll add it to the folder! For the ones that donât have subtitles if anyone wants to help me translate them it would be much appreciated!
This is for sure a passion project Iâve done out of my love for the group and the desire to share that love and content with fellow Kingmakers! Itâs not perfect and Iâll probably update and attach subtitles more as we go but for now I wanted to share them with the fandom first so everyone has equal access to the lovely content our group has put out.
Letâs continue to support them and push on through the shut down! Much love!
Adding the text for people who struggle reading images (me I don't know if it's relevant to others who go here):
Just because thereâs light doesnât mean thereâs also hope.
Seoul is the city of brilliant lights. Underneath those lights, there are also young people whoâve been hurt by others and who are wandering along the dotted line of lostness. The new album of OnlyOneOf, who has come back as a group after a year, is named âseOul cOllectiOnâ for a reason.
The 6 members have sung the dreams and hopes of young minorities by presenting âundergrOund idOl,â the diary of the youths, one after another last year. The reason stories are woven together with the voices of all 6 members this time is that the album captures the stories of Seoulâs loneliness and solitude, and those who are hurt in this city.
The title track âseOul driftâ starts the engine of the song with a car exhaust sound-synthesizer line and races forward. The loneliness and wandering arenât painted with silent darkness. Rather, they are sped up to the verge of hallucination and to their very limit. They are raced to the extent that they can no longer keep up and get exhausted. This song of Leftfield bass genre puts together Seoulâs glamorous lights and the dark reality on the cityâs other side as music.
Seoul is now one of the most prominent cities in the world. K-pop has also become a genre that not only Koreans listen to. Everything in this city has become more glamorous and bustling, but that doesnât mean everyone is happy.
OnlyOneOf always sings about loneliness and pain or the stories of those whose love isnât blessed. We often simply brush them off as something minor, but they are stories that someone should caress and embrace.
OnlyOneOf hopes that there will be unknown godsâ blessings in these difficult steps being taken, and that there will be blessings from our fans whom we appreciate and whose names you may not know.
okay I knit and crochet so hope any of this helps!!
Most people find one or the other easier to understand, so don't worry about switching or trying both!! Crochet uses one hook in your dominant hand, while knitting uses two needles, one in each hand. I've been crocheting for much longer, so if anyone else knows more about knitting please feel free to add on!!
For starting out, try a worsted weight yarn, it's also called medium or #4, theres lots of beginner friendly patterns for this size!! They also come in a variety of colors for pretty cheap, especially if its acrylic yarn. Being made of plastic, it's not always soft but I'd recommend going to a craft store and literally feeling the yarn lol. I'd also recommend keeping the label of the yarn your using until you're sure you're done with the project, in case you run out before you think you will
Most patterns will have a recommended needle/hook size for the project. For worsted yarn, I usually use a US 8/5mm knitting needles or US I9/6mm crochet hook (but any size around those will work, some yarn labels will also have a recommended size for that yarn)
At first I'd learn the basic stitches, and their abbreviations in patterns. For crochet that'd be a chain, single, and double stitches. Again, I'm not as familiar with knitting but I think it would be cast ons, knit, and purl. Try making little squares or rectangles at first to get used to making the stitches, then try the scarf (which is really just a long rectangle and a great first project)
The vest will probably be similar, just rectangles with stitch decreases to narrow up over the shoulders, which is a little more complicated but a very attainable goal!!
So probably go feel some yarn and pick whichever hook/needles are cheapest in the size range and go for it! Hope this helped!
getting ready for christmas eve mass means trying to style my unnaturally dyed hair and cartilage piercings in the most obvious and obnoxious way to be the Happy Adult Queer I needed to see as a repressed catholic child
đ¤ warnings: more pokemon battles told in loving detail, context for the header art, many kpop cameos, the long-awaited face-to-face meeting with our antiheroes, reopening childhood emotional wounds, more cool old people, my all time favorite pokemon joins the team, and one ultimate betrayal đ¤
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Walking into a stadium with a group of trainers, not as an employee but as a friend and member of the team, is a headrush like nothing youâve ever experienced.
This is "if you go outside you will have frostbite in minutes" type cold, this is "your car may not start up" type cold, this is "your schoolboard should be advising you not to send your kids to school by foot" type cold, i live in Ontario and I've only ever seen it get to -44C here.
If you are in this swath of area and have never experienced this type of cold before please take whatever precautions you can. in extreme circumstances like this the best way to do that is to isolate activity to one or 2 rooms of the house that have as few outward facing windows as possible, make sure you wear lots of layers and even insulate those layers by putting wadded up paper between them, keep your extremities covered, keep your face covered, if you have blankets or pillows to spare and non-carpet flooring lay those out to help insulate the room, you can hang bath towels in front of any windows to help absorb the cold. Please limit going out to as little as possible, and if you have to make sure anything that can be covered is indeed covered, if you have to wear denim please layer something underneath it, wear ur heaviest fabrics, double up on socks and gloves if you need to, if you can get thermal underwear you can always layer those. When in highschool and had to wait at the buss I would often microwave some potatoes or perogis and keep them in my pockets to warm my hands as I waited for the bus. Keep extra blankets and candles and clothes in ur car. For whatever reason if you get wet and you're outside, please find somewhere to get inside while you dry. If you live in an area that's getting this and you don't have winter clothes like scarves or mitts take whatever thick insulating cloth you can find and use that instead. it might not be comfortable but it will be better than frostbite, I promise.
This is the type of cold that also comes in insanely dry so if you are prone to nosebleeds this will be a problem. Make sure you have moisturizer for ur hands and lip balm so you don't end up cracked and bleeding on top of freezing, its a shit combo.
đŽ preview. He watches Jungwoo kiss you, lifting you off the ground and spinning you around, announcing to the world âmy good luck charm ducky baby!â and if Jaehyun didnât love his roommate so much, heâd have barfed at the sickly sweetness of it all⌠Or maybe from the jealousy. But heâd never admit that to himself.
cw/ tw. threesome, exhibitionism, unprotected sex, shower sex, spit roasting, praise, inklings of hand/size kink, deep throating/choking, oral, etc... I petnames. (pretty) duck/ducky
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đ aus. frat/basketball, non idol, established relationship au, poly, etc...
âď¸Â mlist + an. when I tell you how much I love this pairing- check out this post i made which has links to a bunch of jaewoo tiktoks if youâre not convinced these two are the bomb dot com, and then return to enjoy frat basketball besties- theyâre mvpâs I swear
Thursday
When Jaehyun arrives late to frat movie night, taking his seat next to his roommate, he can tell something is off, but he canât quite put his finger on it.Â
Jungwoo is distracted - obviously so - left knee bobbing, and a hand playing with his phone on the armrest. His eyes are on the large flatscreen above the mantle place, but heâs gnawing on his lower lip, a habit that he entertains when heâs lost in thought-
A small buzz reverberates through the couch, and in the darkness of the living room, Jungwooâs lit phone screen draws numerous eyes, including Jaehyunâs.Â
At such a close distance, Jaehyun can clearly see the notification- can see the hearts and star emojis surrounding the word âduck,â which confuses the basketball player greatly- but he forces his gaze away, forces himself to not broach the topic of Jungwooâs new love interest at frat movie night-
As Jungwooâs roommate, basketball teammate and best friend- Jaehyunâs sure heâll find out whatâs going on soon enough.
Friday
You suppose when youâre dating a frat boy, going to his parties comes with the territory, but youâre still not prepared for the onslaught to your senses that happens as soon as you step through the front door.
Youâd heard how loud the music was playing as you approached the large frat house and now, as you follow Jungwoo, wading through the sea of people, the thrum of rap surrounds you. People push at your sides - a couple making out nearly trips over your foot - and you find yourself latching onto the arm of the tall puppy boy who happily tugs you along.
There are a few familiar faces in the swath of movement- youâre pretty sure Jungwooâs friend Haechan is standing on a table waving his shirt around- but you guess that could be any frat boy-
Mark is definitely recognizable with his teal-colored hair and snapback, leaning against a wall talking to one of the most beautiful men youâve ever seen- his hair bleached white, and his eyes focused solely on Mark-
âThere he is!â Jungwooâs voice makes you look forward, and you immediately recognize his roommate standing near the end of the crowded hallway.Â
Youâve not yet officially met the legendary Jeong Jaehyun- but Jungwooâs definitely talked about him, and the guyâs face is all over his Instagram-Â
Theyâre an inseparable pair, on and off the basketball court, where theyâre known for being so in sync that they often make mirrored movements-Â
Youâd first noticed the mirroring when - during first year - youâd been working for the schoolâs newspaper, and the usual basketball reporter had been sick. Going in his place, youâd been exposed to the schoolâs team for the first time- and youâd realized you enjoyed the players more than the game itself.
Now here you are, a year later, dating one of the very men whoâd caught your eye- and heâs about to introduce you to the other.
Itâs clear the moment Jaehyun sees Jungwoo; his face lights up. And as Jungwoo tows you through the partygoers scattered throughout the hallway to reach his friend, you prepare yourself to make a good first impression.
âJae!â Jungwoo exclaims, releasing your hand in favor of pulling his roommate into a hug.Â
âJungwoo!â the dimpled man echoes, a happy smile on his face when he releases his friend. âYou werenât here for pre.â
âHad to go pick this one up,â Jungwoo jokes, throwing an arm over your shoulder. âThis is Duck!â
âOh my god-â you groan, immediately feeling heat rising on your skin-
âDuck?â Jaehyun cocks his head at you, brows knitting together. âNice name?â
âItâs a nickname,â Jungwoo says, looking down at you with a fond grin. âMet her a few days ago shooting hoops with Mark, Haechan, and Johnny- there was a bit of an airball, someone screamed Duck, and she got hit on the back of the head-â
âWhat?â Jaehyunâs eyes have widened, and heâs looking at you with concern-
âRight?!â Jungwoo exclaims, smiling down at you fondly. âI was worried too! Had to check to make sure she was okay- Haechan came by to insist heâd called Duck, and you saidâŚâÂ
âMy name isnât Duck,â you giggle.Â
âThought it was the cutest thing ever,â Jungwoo says wistfully. âAsked her out then and there.â
âHe made sure I got home safe and everything,â you explain, âbut he kept calling me Duck.â
âBecause youâre my little ducky- even if you canât duck to save your life,â Jungwoo grins, pinching your cheek gently.Â
âI didnât have a concussion or anything-â you insist.
âI mean, you said yes to a date- are you sure you didnât need to go to a doctor?â Jaehyun asks. âOr maybe an optometrist?âÂ
âHey!â Jungwoo bellows loudly, grabbing at the front of Jaehyunâs shirt, but they both start to laugh pretty soon thereafter, and you see the playfulness of their relationship.
It makes your heart sing.
âNo offense,â Jaehyun says once he and Jungwoo have given each other space, âbut if I donât want to call you Duck, what can I call you?â
You give the frat boy your name without a second thought- only for him to pause, tilt his head and ask, âArenât you the chick who wrote that one article for a game we did last year?â
âHuh?â Youâre shocked heâd read it, let alone registered and remembered your name-Â
âYeah- you said a line or two about uh-â the basketball player looks upwards, trying to find his thoughts- âyou said âone of the most interesting things about our schoolâs team, is the way in which the point gaurd (Jeong Jaehyun) and shooting gaurd (Kim Jungwoo) play in total unison.â then you gave some statistic about the number of completed passes or something- that was you, right?âÂ
âUhâŚâ you look at Jungwoo, whoâs taken a step away so he can assess you up and down- then your eyes meet Jaehyunâs again, only for you to downcast them- âYeah, that was me.â
âThat was you!?â Jungwoo asks in shock, jaw dropping.
âIâm sorry I-â
âCoach put a clipping of that article in our locker room with the stat highlighted-â Jaehyun tells you, âstarted taking his own stats after that too.â
You grimace, âYikes.â
The frat boys laugh at you, and Jungwoo is quick to pull you to his side- âIf Iâd known youâd written that article, I would have liked you even more when we met,â he insists.Â
âThe guy who usually reports on us doesnât have much more to say than a play by play,â Jaehyun adds. âHe doesnât watch as closely as you seem to. Are you a fan of basketball?â
âErm- not really?â you admit- only to watch Jungwooâs expression fall. âI mean- yes! It can be fun- but I donât, like- I donât watch it on tv, or anything.â
âWhat were you doing at a basketball court when you met this guy then?â Jaehyun asks, nudging his roommate.
âShe was walking by with headphones on,â Jungwoo smiles. âCompletely lost in her own world- probably wouldnât have heard Haechan yell âduckâ even if she hadnât been listening to music.âÂ
âI see, I see,â Jaehyun nods. He looks you up and down, gaze lingering on Jungwooâs arm wrapped around you, then he sighs. âWell, Iâm gonna go grab some beer.â
âWeâre going to go upstairs.âÂ
The roommates exchange their statements of intent with a nod of understanding, and then Jaehyun is excusing himself with a ânice to meet you, Duck,â and Jungwoo begins to lead you to the second floor.
âWhat did you think of Jae?â your new boy toy lover asks when you reach his room, closing the door behind you both.
âHe seemed nice.âÂ
It might not be the complete truth- afterall, Jaeâs behavior might be more easily described as aloof than friendly or nice-Â
Heâd been hard for you to read, but to your credit, thereâd been a lot going on in the little hallway downstairs, and - contrary to popular belief - first impressions arenât everything.Â
âYou doing okay?â Jungwoo asks as he approaches you, wrapping you in his arms to pull you close to the chest thatâs already beginning to feel like home.
You nod, âof course,â reaching up to run your fingers through Jungwooâs pretty honey-coloured hair- heâs dyed it recently, and youâre still getting used to it over the dark strands youâd committed to memory when youâd first watched him play basketball. âHappy to be here with you.â
âMe too,â he grins, searching your eyes and looking over your face, gaze darting to your lips-
Youâve only âofficiallyâ known the man embracing you for a short time, but already, he has you wrapped around his finger. Thereâs not another guy in the whole world who could convince you to come to a frat party for a good lay-Â
And yet, here you are, looking up at Jungwoo like a lost little ducky-
Heâd been right about that at least.
Haechan throwing a basketball at your head has been the best thing that could have ever happened to you- after all, it led you here; to Jungwoo.
Youâre both leaning in now- and you can feel his breath-
âWait- Woo?âÂ
He blinks down at you, letting out a âhmm?â
âYou share your room with Jae- are you sure heâs not going to come up here?â
âHe wonât,â Jungwoo assures you.
âHow can you be so confident?â
âBecause we told him weâd be up here.â
âSoâŚâ
âSo,â Jungwoo laughs, âhe knows what that means. Now is Ducky gonna give me a kiss? Or keep pouting these cute lips.âÂ
Now youâre giggling too, and a moment later your mouths are pressed together; roommate forgotten.Â
Saturday
In the wake of an insane win against a rival university, Jaehyun is more than excited to hit the campus bar to celebrate with his team. Itâs tradition- and it allows the group to mingle with other students while drinking off the buzz of their win.Â
As he leaves the locker room, Jaehyun bumps into a congregation of his frat brothers, and he slots himself next to the tallest dude there, looking around for his roommate.
âWhereâs Jungwoo?â Jaehyun questions, gaze shifting back the way heâd come-
Heâs pretty sure Jungwooâs out of the locker room already- he hadnât been inside changing-
Oddly enough, itâs Mark Lee who has the answer, cocking his head slightly with confusion while stating, âHe already left with Duck.â Thereâs a beat of silence where Jaehyun digests whatâs been said, then Mark asks, âDidnât he tell you?â
He hadnât.
Just as Jungwoo had taken his sweet time to tell Jaehyun heâd even met you in the first place.Â
âHe must have mentioned it,â the point guard says, giving his head a little shake-
âMust have,â Johnny echoes, and Jaehyun can feel the elderâs eyes burning into him. âLooks like weâre all here, letâs head out.âÂ
The group exits the gymnasium, heading off towards the bar, and Jaehyun finds himself trailing at the back, walking in step with a frat brother named Doyoung.Â
Theyâre both silent, and the silence feels like an ache, because walks to the bar are never silent for Jae- who usually has his best friend hanging onto his shoulder and bellowing recounts of the game-
âYou guys played well,â Doyoung notes politely.
Jaehyun wants to tell him to fuck off.
Monday
Jungwoo is so enamored with you- so completely content just watching you read your textbook, that he forgets to watch the time.Â
When the door to his room suddenly opens, you both jump like scardy cats, and Jaehyun freezes too, looking between you and Jungwoo.
âOh,â the point guard in the entryway says. Then he turns and leaves, shutting the door behind himself without another word.
âI-â you begin, at the same time Jungwoo goes to explain âhe-â
You both pause, allowing the other to speak, and after another awkward exchange, Jungwoo finds himself reassuring you that âJae is like this sometimes- he gets weird around people-â
âI can go if he needs to be in your room,â you offer, eyes full of sincerity.
Your words make Jungwoo laugh, shaking his head and resting a hand on your thigh. âNo, you should stay-â he insists, âbesides, there are worse things he could have walked in on.â
âI guess youâre right about that.â
With a wink and a quick chaste kiss, Jungwoo gets to his feet. âIâm going to go talk to him though, is that okay?â
âUh huh, Iâll, uh-â he watches you swallow, âIâll be here, I guess.â
âDonât wander off,â Jungwoo teases, already practically bouncing to the door.Â
He knows exactly where to find his roommate, and heads to the kitchen, taking the stairwell two steps at a time.Â
Jaehyun is predictably where Jungwoo expected him to be, rifling through the fridge, and Jungwoo takes it upon himself to scare his friend, grinning wildly before poking the frat boy in the ribs and yelling âBoo!â
The two men are wrestling within seconds, with Jungwoo continuing to giggle while Jaehyun flips the dynamic, tickling Jungwooâs sides while asking âyou think this is funny!? You think itâs funny to sneak up on people!?â
âSays you,â Jungwoo laughs, rolling on the kitchen floor while meekly fending off his roommateâs hands- he truly doesnât mind being tickled as much as some people do, âYouâre the one who just barged into our room-â
âThatâs not sneaking,â Jaehyun insists, pinning Jungwoo by the wrists- âIt was an accident.â He pulls away a moment later, standing and running a hand through his hair. âYou could have texted me that you had Duck over.â
âI forgot,â Jungwoo smiles, sitting up and ignoring the pain in his abdominal muscles from laughing so hard. âBesides, we werenât doing anything.â
Jaehyunâs eyes asses Jungwoo, and the tall blonde continues sitting on the floor, giving his roommate space to say whatever retort he finds fit.
Then Jaehyun simply sighs. âYeah, but if you had been-â
âThen I would have locked the door,â Jungwoo says with a roll of his eyes. âWho do you think I am? Haechan?â
In another room, someone yells âhey!â and Jungwoo screams âHaechan locks his doors 2022!â before returning his attention to Jaehyun. âDo you want to come join us?â he asks nonchalantly.Â
âWhat?â Jaehyun visibly tenses, and it only takes Jungwoo a second to realize why.
âNot for that, silly-â he reaches out to push Jaeâs leg. âI think weâre gonna watch some movies, she might stay over, if thatâs okay with you.â
âYeah, she can stay over-â the response is quick, âBut uh- I think Iâm going to go shoot some hoops or something.â
Jungwoo cocks his head, brows furrowing. âYou donât usually shoot hoops on Mondays.âÂ
âRight, cuz you know my schedule by heart,â Jaehyun scoffs.
âI do,â the younger man insists, beginning to list off his friendâs daily activities.
When he gets to âmid-day jack-off sesh-â Jaehyun tells him âthatâs enough, Iâm leavingâ and Jungwoo watches him go with a grin.Â
Pushing Jaehyunâs buttons is so easy- not that Jungwoo does it often, he just wishes his roommate would be honest about things. Even if he is going to shoot hoops- it definitely hadnât been in his schedule, and Jungwoo knows it.Â
He knows the point guard probably just doesnât want to be a third wheel.
Jungwoo only wishes his friend could see that, even with you around, their friendship neednât change.Â
Tuesday
When Jaehyun wakes up, it takes a moment or two for him to remember the events of the night before, and when he does, heâs quick to roll onto his side, eyes seeking out the bed where you and Jungwoo are bundled up like love bugs.
After returning from shooting hoops, Jaehyun had reluctantly joined you and Jungwoo for a few episodes of a Netflix food show.Â
Sat next to his best friend, it had almost felt normal to be watching âSomebody Feed Phil,â but every time youâd laughed, it had been a reminder that things were different.
This is the first time youâve slept over in his room, and Jaehyun finds himself thinking about you and Jungwooâs relationship - something heâd not been intending to consider - within the first moments of wakefulness.Â
It had been nice to have you around, and Jaehyun knows that if heâs not careful- he could create waves in the budding romance the two of you have.
He wants Jungwoo to be happy, he really does- but thereâs a jealousy biting at Jaehyunâs heart, and it prompts him to get out of bed quietly, intent on a shower to wash away the nasty feelings.Â
There are a few frat boys awake, and when Jaehyun reaches the large communal bathroom, he finds Haechan and Mark getting ready for their classes.Â
They talk about a variety of topics while Jaehyun washes his hair, from a group project to girls theyâre interested in, and when Jaehyun goes to dry off, he gets to listen to them fight about whether or not they need to shave.
âI have stubble, dude-â Mark is insisting, rubbing at his jaw while Haechan scoffs loudly.
âStubble my ass, Mark Lee,â Haechan says. âWhoâs it gonna bother anyways? Itâs not like youâre getting any.â
âI am!âÂ
âYou are?â Jaehyun asks, wrapping a towel around his waist.
âI-â Markâs ears have turned red.
Jaehyun canât believe that all around him, his friends are getting cuffed for the season.Â
He canât believe that they so easily jump into relationships or hookups-
As much as Jaehyun might have a reputation for being one of the sexiest dudes in the entire frat village - he is Mister Valentine after all - heâs a lot more relaxed than people give him credit for.Â
Or at least⌠he thinks of himself that way.Â
Heâs never been the type to think he needs a girlfriend- but then again, heâs never really had a true girlfriend, not one who really knew and accepted him.
He wonders if itâs even possible for him at this point, and seeing best friends like Mark and Jungwoo dabble in love brings up this voice in Jaehyunâs head that tells him âYouâll never find the one.âÂ
Mark and Haechan leave the bathroom, and Jaehyun tugs his clothes on before following them.Â
Two doors down from his own, Jaehyun begins to hear sounds, and his heart sinks in his chest, because if anyone can identify Jungwoo by his moans- itâs his roommate.Â
Stopping in front of his room, Jaehyun sighs, looking down at the doorknob.
âItâs locked, I tried,â comes Haechanâs voice, as he comes out of the room next door, backpack slung casually over his shoulder. âI wanted to open it and scream âJungwoo locks his doors 2022,â but⌠that would have just been facts.â
âDid you need something from your room?â Mark asks, following his friend towards Jaehyun and the stairwell.Â
âYeah, all my school shit,â Jaehyun sighs again.
âSucks to be you,â Haechan taunts.
It really does.
Thursday - jungwooâs pov
While Jaehyun has been acting a little strange- and to be fair, Jungwoo had apologized profusely about locking him out of the room to fuck you two days before- itâs a complete shock when the point guard doesnât show up to movie night.Â
Jungwoo had fucked up- Jaehyun had been forced to wait for his laptop, and had missed his first class, but⌠Jungwoo hadnât realized Jaehyun even liked his first morning class on Tuesdays soâŚ
He canât put his finger on whatâs upsetting his friend, and itâs been driving him up the wall.Â
Every time heâs asked, âare you mad at me?â or âare you jealous of me spending my time with Duck?â heâs been assured by Jaehyun that things are fine-
Too bad he knows Jaehyunâs a liar.Â
Jungwoo had thought that, if there was one certainty in their friendship outside of basketball, it was movie night. Even last week, when Jungwoo would have much rather been with you, heâd come to watch a film and be with his best friend-
This is the first time he or Jaehyun have missed a movie night in over a year, and Jungwoo canât help the way he sends his roommate a few texts-Â
Heâll admit, heâs probably annoying the dude with a double, triple- quadruple text, but he canât help himself.Â
And when his text goes unanswered for the twenty minutes leading up to the film, solidifying Jaehyunâs absence, Jungwoo decides to text someone he can count on.Â
You assure him that Jaehyunâs probably fine- you even walk Jungwoo through a number of reasons why his roommate might choose to skip a movie, and when youâve calmed him down, Jungwoo invites you to come join him and his frat friends for a film.
After all, how can he be expected to get through a whole movie without cuddles?Â
Friday
There arenât many games that conflict with frat parties, but tonight is one of those nights, and the stands are noticeably thinned out. While the frat generally comes to support the members on the team, when given the difficult decision between watching basketball and partying, many choose the latter.Â
But not you.Â
As soon as the team exits their changing room, a chorus of female screams erupt from the section that usually houses the frat, and Jaehyun finds you sitting there with a number of your friends, sporting their team colors.
Not only had you shown up, but youâd brought cheerleaders, and the thought makes Jaehyunâs whole body tingle with warmth.
Jungwoo claps a hand on Jaehyunâs back, flashing him a fond smile that says âThose are our fansâ and Jaehyun is more intent than ever to play the best game of his life.
The team kicks ass, with Jaehyun and Jungwoo working in sync in a way they havenât for a few weeks, and when the final buzzer goes and the crowd erupts to celebrate their win, Jaehyunâs reminded that youâre there for Jungwoo, not for him.
He watches Jungwoo kiss you, lifting you off the ground and spinning you around, announcing to the world âmy good luck charm ducky baby!â and if Jaehyun didnât love his roommate so much, heâd have barfed at the sickly sweetness of it all⌠Or maybe from the jealousy.
But heâd never admit that to himself.
Sunday
âSwish!â Jungwoo yells loudly as Jaehyun makes a shot from the three-point line. The joy that fills him to see his friend doing well isnât something he could ever fake, and when he takes the basketball to do a layup, Jaehyun releases his own sound of praise.
Jungwoo swears he could play ball with Jaehyun for a whole day and not get bored, although, distraction is another story.Â
Youâve been on his mind constantly, and Jungwoo hadnât been able to help himself this morning. Heâd told you the gymnasium he and Jaehyun would be at, and even now, he waits anxiously for your arrival.
Youâd promised to come by for a short visit, and Jungwoo is as happy as ever to facilitate more bonding time between you and his roommate. The two of you will have to be comfortable with each other for Jungwooâs life to continue to work smoothly- and thereâs a sneaking suspicion growing in his heart that tells him Jaeâs becoming jealous.
Sure, heâd joined you and Jungwoo for food documentaries, but this will be bonding on Jaehyunâs own turf- or court, if you will.
Jaeâs never as relaxed as he is on a basketball court, and Jungwooâs excited for you to experience this- to experience point guard Jaehyun without the added pressure of a game to win.
What Jungwoo isnât expecting, as you enter the gym, is to be so distracted that as he calls âDuck!â he himself gets hit in the head with a ball thrown by Jaehyun.Â
Having never been on the receiving end of a headshot- having never been distracted in this way- Jungwoo allows himself to fall to the ground in shock.
âDude!â Jaehyun exclaims, and before Jungwoo knows it, two people are looking down at him with concern.
The tall shooting guard canât help the smile that works its way onto his lips.Â
âMy people,â Jungwoo says wistfully, blinking up at you with a dopey expression.
âYou gotta pay attention,â Jaehyun admonishes him, offering a hand to pull his friend back onto his feet.Â
âMy attention was on duck- and less on ducking,â Jungwoo grins, rubbing at his cheek before turning his gaze fully to you. âYou came!â
He picks you up in a hug that spins you off the ground, and you giggle while holding onto his strong shoulders.Â
âOf course I came!â you smile when he sets you down, âbut I can only stay for a little while.â
âReally?â Jungwoo pouts, still not releasing you from his grip. âAre you sure you canât come back to the frat and watch movies?â
âIâve got a project to work on and Iâm meeting friends, remember?âÂ
âYeah.â The tall puppy boy had been praying your plans would fall through, but he supposes he has to let you give your attention to your friends and studies sometimes. Jungwoo turns his gaze to his roommate. âYou donât mind that sheâs stopping by for a bit, right?â
He knows thereâs nothing Jaehyun can do about it now, and Jaehyun puts on a good face for you. Itâs the most welcoming Jungwoo has seen his friend be to you- and it fills his heart with warmth while the three of you get settled on the court.
âHave you played around the world before?â Jaehyun asks, surprising Jungwoo in his initiative for choosing a non-combative game- or at least, a less intimidating choice than two on one. âItâs basically uh- taking turns making shots from different locations on the court.â
âYou guys are gonna beat me so bad,â you laugh, but you accept the challenge all the same.
Talking you through how to make a shot is something that Jungwooâs been dreaming about, and he enjoys standing behind you, hands settled on your waist to help be your guide.Â
âItâs all in the wrist too,â Jaehyun adds helpfully, another steady instructor for your attempts at making a hoop.Â
Itâs no shock that Jaehyun and Jungwoo beat you at the game- no shock that the real competition is between them, but what is surprising, is the way that - in having you there - both men are less competitive against each other.Â
Jungwoo can tell Jaehyun is holding back, even just a little, allowing Jungwoo to be the star, to be the one that dazzles you.Â
Before Jungwoo even knows it, heâs won the game and youâre announcing that you have to head out to see your friends and work on your project.Â
The man whoâs fallen for you over an insanely short period of time pulls you into a kiss that says âI never want to let you go.â
Watching you leave is hard, but Jungwoo manages, and after fifteen more minutes of one on one against Jae, the two basketball players hit the locker room.Â
âThanks for letting me win in Around The World,â Jungwoo says, stripping his shirt from his body.
âYeah,â Jaehyun kicks off his gym shoes, âyour girl was there.â
âYou donât have to be nice just because Duck was around.â
âYes, I do.â
âNo, you can be yourself,â Jungwoo insists, leaning his shoulder against the locker to focus on his friend. âYou get weird when Duck is around- and you missed frat movie night-â
âBeing a third wheel can be rough,â Jaehyun states, refusing to meet Jungwooâs eyes while he fishes his towel from his bag. âMakes me think I need my own girlfriend to even things out.â
âI donât like any of the girls you date.â Jungwooâs nose scrunches up in something like disgust as he goes through Jaehyunâs exes in his mind.Â
âWe canât all find a perfect girlfriend by throwing a basketball at her head you know.â
âI wasnât even the one who threw it at her,â Jungwoo reminds his friend. âI was the one that was there to make sure she got up- thatâs like⌠social skills, not basketball skills, which explains why you canât get a good date.â
Jaehyun scoffs.
âIâm serious,â Jungwoo laughs, âyouâre horrible at validating people, you have the emotional IQ of a porn-addicted teenager, you get way too tense anytime a good girl is around-â
âWatch it,â Jaehyun warns, but thereâs no attempt to counter any of Jungwooâs observations.Â
âYou get weird as soon as a girl is around,â Jungwoo continues anyways, following his best friend towards the showers. âIf youâd just be yourself- if youâd just⌠be like you are when itâs just us-â
âThen Iâd get a girlfriend?â Jaehyun finishes with a laugh.
âOr maybe just some friends who happen to be girls. Those are nice too, Jae,â Jungwoo sighs. âSeriously, come hang out with me and Duck and work on your social skills, youâll enjoy it once you get the stick out of your ass.â
âSince when am I the one of us with a stick up his ass?â Jaehyun retorts with a cheeky grin as he reaches to turn on his shower.
âSee!? This is the kind of Jae people like,â Jungwoo grins, pushing at his friend. âThe guy who makes bad jokes.â
âWasnât a joke- was a valid question,â Jaehyun joins in the laughter, slapping Jungwooâs hand away from his shoulder.
âCome to movie night with me and Duck tomorrow,â Jungwoo insists, unwilling to relent on the subject until Jaehyun agrees.
âIf I say yes, will you drop it and let me shower in peace?â
âYes.â
âFine,â Jaehyun sighs, âIâll do movie night with you and Duck tomorrow.âÂ
Monday
Jaehyunâs not sure what to expect for movie night.Â
He arrives back to the frat from classes before Jungwoo, and spends an hour or so just sitting in his room and going over possibilities.Â
The point guard is not expecting you and Jungwoo to arrive holding two boxes of pizza and a bag full of his favorite snacks.
Because of the shock of it all, Jaehyunâs reaction to it is less than impressive for Jungwoo, who tries to facilitate joy by dumping the bag of snacks onto his bed to announce âthis is your favorite chips, and this is a box of those chocolates you like-âÂ
Jaehyun finds it comical that Jungwoo feels the need to remind him of his own tastes, and when Jungwoo is done with his rant, Jaehyun takes a breath and thanks him properly.Â
âIt was Duckâs idea,â Jungwoo says, another shock to Jaehyunâs system.Â
âI know Jungwoo talked you into movie night,â you explain bashfully, âso I wanted to make sure you at least had some food you like-â
âHence, pizza!â
The cardboard box is flipped open excitedly, and the smell of pepperoni and greasy cheese perfumes the small room.Â
âWe should watch our food show,â Jaehyun states, eying the pizza while his mouth begins to practically water.
âSomebody Feed Phil it is,â Jungwoo responds happily, glossing over the fact that Jaehyun had referred to it as âour show.âÂ
But the diction isnât lost on Jaehyun, whoâs assessing his own words- the line that had slipped out of him and betrayed his blossoming sense of ownership over the show that makes all three of you laugh together.Â
He brushes it off.
Soon, youâre all seated on Jungwooâs bed, with him in the middle and his computer on his lap.Â
Itâs becoming easier and easier to get lost in the enjoyment of it, and one slice of pizza becomes two, becomes three-Â
Jaehyun can feel his muscles relaxing, can feel his body getting heavier and happier with each passing moment.
When Phil does something to make you giggle, Jaehyun finds himself laughing along with you- not because heâd found the interaction particularly funny per se- but because sharing joy with you and Jungwoo just feels right.Â
While Jaehyunâs aware that youâve hit ânext episodeâ a number of times, itâs not until you begin to yawn that he checks the time, and all three of you are surprised to find itâs nearly midnight.
âDid we really just watch a whole season of this?â Jungwoo asks, rubbing at his eyes with the heel of his hands before stretching his arms above his head and yawning loudly.
âWeâre gonna have to find a new show if we keep this up,â you muse from where youâre tucked against your boyfriendâs side.
On Jungwooâs left, Jaehyun meets your eyes, and the two of you only hold the contact for a few seconds before looking elsewhere. Jaehyun sits up, doing a stretch of his own. âThere are lots of shows to choose from,â he says, attempting to sound non chalant.
He canât betray the excitement he feels to know youâre considering another show to watch- a sign that you see this continuing-
He could really get used to this.Â
Thereâd been a time when Jaehyun had worried about mooching off of Jungwooâs romance, a time when he thought you and Jungwoo would prefer to be alone together, but with each interaction, he finds himself getting more comfortable being your third.
Heâd hate to be a third wheel to a bike- but itâs starting to look like you and Jungwoo might be tricycle people.Â
The thought surprises Jaehyun, and as the three of you get settled in separate beds, the point guard takes it upon himself to listen to your breathing- making sure heâs the last of you to drift off into dreamland.
Tuesday
You wake up in a bed thatâs starting to feel familiar, and the cock poking at your bum is definitely something youâre becoming accustomed to-
It makes you smile happily to yourself, but when you open your eyes, youâre sure to check on Jaehyun, whoâs still fast asleep, before turning in Jungwooâs arms to face him.Â
The large, beautiful man who youâve fallen in love with is as gorgeous as ever- even while dreaming, and he makes small sounds, betraying the dirty content of his subconscious.Â
You start by slowly brushing your fingers past his cheek, and when that doesnât wake him, you shuffle closer, leaning forward to ghost your lips by his neck-
Jungwoo practically jolts awake when you touch his sweet spot, and he releases a small groan, immediately wrapping you in his arms to pull you tightly to his chest.
âWoo,â you whisper, kissing the underside of his jaw.
âDucky,â he moans, tangling his legs with your own-
It would be so easy to reach between your bodies, slip your hand under the waistband of his joggers, and grab his cock-
But with each sound of pleasure released by your gentle giant, you worry about waking Jae.
âCome shower with me,â you whisper instead, running your fingers through Jungwooâs hair and massaging his scalp, something he adores you doing-
He releases a grunt, and then sighs, swallowing thickly; âShower.â
Pulling away from Jungwoo makes him whiney, but he allows you to drag him to his feet, checking on Jaehyun one last time before grabbing towels and exiting the room.
In the hallway, youâre able to talk more without fear of waking Jungwooâs roommate, and he immediately asks you, âwhat time is it?â
âEarly,â you respond. âBut I have class today, and I have to run home to grab things, so I thought we could have a shower now and I can see you tomorrow or something.â
âYes, shower now,â Jungwoo agrees, rubbing at his eyes and following you to the communal bathroom.Â
Youâre thankful that itâs early enough for the showers to be deserted, and the two of you tuck yourselves away in a stall, closing the curtain before helping each other strip.
Itâs a giggled mess of hands - you tugging on Jungwooâs pants while he wrestles with your shirt - but soon enough youâre both naked, lip-locked, and under the spray of warm water.
Youâre eager to have him inside of you, eager to fuck this basketball god before any of his friends wake up and barge into the bathroom, and your lover is just as eager to get at you.
Jungwoo lifts you up, forcing your legs around his waist while he sits you onto his cock, filling you perfectly while his mouth muffles your moans.
Even after fucking like rabbits since youâve met, youâre still not used to the size of his dick, and each drag against your inner walls has you clawing at his shoulders and kissing him like a woman whoâs gone mad with need.
âFuck, Duck,â he groans, fingers digging into your ass cheeks to hold you up while he fucks into you, âfeels so good-â
Your only response is a whimpered âplease-â and it prompts the sleepy man to fully snap out of his grogginess, releasing a growl of pleasure before fucking you harder-
In the back of your brain, thereâs a constant siren going off, a siren that tells you anyone could walk into the communal bathroom- anyone could pull the shower curtain aside-
The added fear that comes with exhibitionism has your stomach twisting into pleasure knots before your brain can keep up with it, and your pussy clenches around the intrusion thrusting in and out of your core-
âJungwoo-â you whine his name as you burry your face in his neck, teetering on the edge of orgasmic bliss-
âFuck, please cum for me, come on Duck, cum-âÂ
Your toes curl, your legs wrapping tightly around Jungwooâs body, and the chord in the pit of your stomach snaps, allowing a release of euphoria that has you clinging to Jungwoo like a lifeline-
Jungwoo moans loudly in your ear, one of the prettiest sounds youâve ever heard, and you can feel him filling you with his cum, his hips shuddering with each slap of skin on skin-
âFuck, fuck, fuck-â he whimpers, squeezing you in his embrace, his lips eagerly seeking out your own.Â
As you both come down from your highs, Jungwooâs thrusts come to a stop, and he simply holds you under the water spray while you catch your breaths.
When your thoughts come back as cohesive sentences, you ask him to set you down, and he helps you steady yourself on wobbly legs.Â
âThanks for coming over last night- and thanks for cumming today,â Jungwoo whispers breathlessly- a joke that causes you both to erupt in a fit of giggles.
The shooting guard holds you close to his chest, pressing a kiss to your forehead as you shrug the whole thing off with a âdonât mention it.â
âI think Jae really liked having you over too,â he continues anyways, unrelenting once he goes down a thought spiral. âHavenât seen him laugh like that in a while.â
âPhil is a funny guy,â you nod.
Jungwoo chuckles. âWasnât always Phil making Jae laugh,â he tells you. âI sort of think Jae likes you.â
âThatâs good isnât it?â you ask. âItâs important for your friends to like me.â
âYeah but I mean-â Jungwoo swallows, looking down at you with a lopsided grin, âI think he sort of like likes you.âÂ
You find yourself laughing at his choice of words, poking at his stomach while musing, âare we in kindergarten?â
Jungwoo wraps his arms around you even tighter. âSeriously- just think about it with me for a second,â he urges you. âI feel like⌠as much as none of us admit it, lots of us frat guys- we rely on each other for emotional stuff you know? So when I met you, and started prioritizing us, itâs kind of like I cheated on Jae, in some weird way.â
You consider his words, looking up at him and watching the way his pretty lips move when he speaks.Â
âJae and I werenât always super close,â he continues. âWe worked on our friendship, and it took a lot for him to open up and be weird with me- having Jae close himself off when you and I met was kind of hard, you know?â
âSounds like maybe you have a bit of a crush on Jae, Woo,â you tease, curious for his reaction.
Jungwoo simply chuckles, pressing a kiss to your lips before saying, âMaybe I do. How do you feel about that?â
âI feel likeâŚâ you choose your words carefully, âwhat you said about the emotional connection of frat boy roommates and basketball teammates makes a lot of sense. I also feel like⌠Iâve really enjoyed our time together, and I guess Iâm open to watching you grow and be happy.â
âIâm happy with you,â he states, kissing the tip of your nose lovingly.
âIâm happy with you too,â you respond with a smile.
âThis is a lot to think about,â Jungwoo sighs, reaching behind you to turn the shower off, âand you have class soon, so maybe we should just think about this later.â
âLater works,â you agree.
âThereâs a game on Thursday,â the tall basketball player notes, grabbing your towels so you can dry off, âwhen we win, we can celebrate and figure stuff out.â
You laugh, wrapping your towel around your body. âI love how confident you are that youâre going to win.â
Jungwoo scoffs. âWith our cute little, observant, Ducky good luck charm, how could Jae and I lose?âÂ
Thursday
Jaehyun can tell something is different with you and Jungwoo, and the way the two of you react when the team wins their basketball game is confirmation that something has changed. After you kiss Jungwoo to celebrate, Jaehyun finds himself being pulled into a three-way embrace, with Jungwoo as the main instigator.
Then, on the walk to the bar after the team had showered and changed into street clothes, oddly enough itâs you who walks between the two basketball players; Jungwoo no longer the center.
Itâs as easy as ever to discuss the game in your little trio, all three of you talking excitedly about the three-pointers theyâd shot, and the completed layups-Â
âI think it was your best game of the season,â you muse, offering Jaehyun a happy smile before you beam at your boyfriend, who throws an arm over your shoulders and tugs you close to his side.
âWhat did I tell ya?â Jungwoo grins. âThe good luck, Duck charm strikes again.â
Thereâs some truth to the shooting guardâs words- Jaehyun would be lying if he said knowing youâre in the crowd doesnât make him play better- play harder- play to impress-Â
Your group reaches the bar, and Jaehyun finds himself ordering drinks for the three of you, shoulder to shoulder with Johnny, who lists off beverages for their other friends.
âYou played well,â the tall man from Chicago says, clapping Jaehyun on the back.Â
âOur good luck charm was there,â Jaehyun says before he can help himself.
âWho?â at first Johnny is confused, his eyes shifting past Jaehyunâs shoulder- âoh, right- thatâs what Wooâs calling his girlfriend these days. You canât give any credit to Duck though, you guys just played well.â
For some reason, the comment makes the point guardâs skin tingle with heat- with anger, and his fist clenches at his side. âWere you at our last game?â
âUh, no? There was the frat party-â
âI know,â Jaehyun cuts Johnny off. âYou werenât there, Duck was. And she brought a bunch of friends to cheer us on, knowing our usual frat section would be nearly empty. Even coach mentioned how it was a boost of morale versus other home games where our friends choose partying over basketball.âÂ
Johnny is quiet in the noise of the bar, dark eyes assessing Jaehyun. âYou really like Duck, huh?â
Jaehyun groans, but even as he turns his attention to the three drinks recently placed in front of him, itâs clear as day that he prefers you and Jungwoo to all his other friends in the bar.Â
Without another word, Jaehyun picks up the beverages, leaving Johnny in favor of joining you and Jungwoo at the frat table where Haechan and Doyoung are having a lively debate-
Claiming the free space next to you, Jaehyun once again sandwiches you between him and Jungwoo, placing your drinks on the table.
âWhat are those?â Haechan asks, stopping his rant to blink at the cups of beer.
âOur drinks?â Jaehyun offers.
Haechan rolls his eyes. âBut where are ours?âÂ
âJohnnyâs still getting them,â Jaehyun sighs, already tiring of Haechanâs antics.
âWhat in the preferential treatment-âÂ
âYou can have mine,â you offer, shocking all the men watching as you push your beer forward, âI can share with Woo-â
Three hands go to grab the beer, with Jungwoo and Jaehyun trying to take the drink back while Haechan attempts to lift it to his lips-
âYou canât drink her beer-â Jaehyun states while Jungwoo simply hits Haechan with an âaish, you idiot-â
âShe gave it to me!â Haechan insists, getting rougher with his tugging-
âStop it, you gremlin,â Johnnyâs smooth powerful voice cuts up the tension as he arrives carrying a tray for the rest of the friends. âLeave these three alone,â he instructs, holding out a beer to Haechan, âhereâs your drink.â
Haechan makes a big deal of scoffing and letting go of your glass, and he watches the three of you over the rim of his drink while he takes a massive gulp. âPreferential treatment,â he seethes under his breath.
Jaehyun sighs.Â
It would appear that heâs not the only one with some jealousy problems.
Only, Jaehyunâs jealousy has definitely gone down in the past few days- now he feels more⌠protective of the little trio you have going.
Thereâs never been a time where Jaehyunâs been at the bar wishing he was at home in his room instead, except- tonight, heâd much rather be watching a show with you and Jungwoo.
His win on the basketball court is practically forgotten- thereâs no need to celebrate it- and if there is, the celebration would be much better with just the three of you and some takeout-
âThank you for the beer,â you tell Jaehyun when Haechanâs calmed down a little, nudging your shoulder against his own and offering a smile that has the point guardâs heart lurching in his chest.
He has to clear his throat to tell you âdonât mention it,â and while he tries to be nonchalant, he can feel his ears heating from the small thank you.
âWhat are you guys saying?â Jungwoo leans closer, throwing his arm around you to huddle you tighter to Jaeâs side.Â
âI just thanked him for the beer,â you explain.
âItâs too loud in here,â Jungwoo groans. âWanna finish our drinks and head back to the frat?â
Itâs a shock how in tune Jaehyun and Jungwoo are at times- and Jaehyun is flabbergasted that theyâd both have the same urge to escape the very environment they so often thrive in after a game.
âSounds good to me,â you respond, and then the two of you are looking at the point guard.
âYou coming too, Jae?â Jungwoo asks.
He nods and then downs his drink.
Thursday
Youâre not sure what to expect as you follow Jaehyun and Jungwoo into their frat house.Â
You know itâs going to be mostly deserted, as almost all of NCT house goes to the bar to celebrate after a basketball win, and the implications of that arenât lost on you.
What Jungwoo had said in the shower two days ago has been on your mind constantly, and your heart races at the notion of having alone time with your boyfriend and Jaehyun.Â
Before your mind can go too deep down the sexual rabbit hole however, youâre faced with something unexpected: there are people in the kitchen.
You, Jaehyun and Jungwoo freeze, as do the two men, who seem to be in the middle of baking cookies- although, thereâs flour in Markâs hair, and a smear of something on the cheek of the other man-
âYou guys are home!â Mark says, as still as a statue with his whisk in hand-
âNo, you guys are home-â Jungwoo retorts in shock- âdid you two sneak away from the bar?â
âDid you three sneak away from the bar?â now the white-haired man is echoing, with a sly grin on his face. He relaxes back against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest and eying you.Â
âUh-â Mark looks like a dear in headlights, gaze flickering between you and his friend- âDuck, this is Yuta-â
âHi Ducky,â Yuta holds up a hand, waving his fingers at you.
âHi,â you offer meekly, grabbing onto Jungwooâs arm to tuck closer to him-
âWeâre uh-â Jungwoo swallows thickly, âweâre going to go watch some shows-â
âAnd weâre just baking some cookies,â Mark says pointedly, âjust⌠baking some cookies.â
Thereâs a moment of tense silence, then Jungwoo clears his throat again. âItâs uh, some nice music you have on- you should maybe⌠turn it up?â
âWhat?â Markâs jaw drops a little, and he looks between you, Jungwoo and Jaehyun.
âWe can turn it up,â Yuta says, reaching for his phone. The rap music gets louder, and Yuta checks with Jungwoo âis this a good volume?â
âPerfect,â Jungwoo nods.Â
Thereâs another moment where no one speaks, and then Jaehyun says, âenjoy your baking.â He takes your hand, and begins to drag you and Jungwoo towards the stairs. Â
As you head up to the second level, Jungwoo starts giggling.
âWhat?â you ask, tugging on his arm.
âItâs just funny-â Jungwoo grins, âMark and Yuta-â
âMark did say he was getting laid the other day,â Jaehyun adds. âI thought he might be talking about that girl in his psych class, but I guess not.â
âGood for them though,â you say. âI think I saw them together the first time I came over for a frat party- they were standing really close to each other-â
What Jungwoo had said about âfrat guys [relying] on each other for emotional stuffâ rings clear through your head again, and it warms your heart to know your little trio isnât the only âunconventionalâ pairing in the frathouse.
When you reach their room, Jungwoo locks the door, and Jaehyun moves to grab the laptop.
âJae- what are you doing?â Jungwoo asks, leaning back against the door with a grin.
âGetting the laptop so we can watch our show?â Jaehyun suggests.
You and Jungwoo exchange glances, and your heart melts again at the innocence of Jaehyun-
Jungwoo had been a little flirty on your walk back to the frat, but obviously his friend hadnât picked up on any of it.Â
Itâs clear to you that youâre going to have to be direct and upfront with Jaehyun-
You adore how unassuming he is.
Jungwoo had straight up told Mark and Yuta to make their music louder- which to you, would be an obvious indicator towards the three of you intending to loudly fuck each other- but Jae seems oblivious to it-
âWe didnât come back here to watch a show,â Jungwoo states.
There it is.
âHuh?â Jaehyun puts the laptop back down, turning to face you both with a confused expression.
âI said,â Jungwoo pulls you to his chest, locking you in an embrace, âwe didnât come back here to watch a show. But I mean- if you want to watch a show, I guess we can watch a show-â
Thereâs a moment of quiet, rap music thumps loudly from downstairs, and you find your skin heating with anxiety. You turn to cling to your boyfriend, burying your face against his chest, âyou have to be straight with him.â
âIâm never straight with him,â Jungwoo teases, pressing a kiss to your forehead, but a moment later his attention is back on his friend. âLook, Ducky and I like you Jae- I didnât realize how much I liked you until this one started making you jealous,â he squeezes you fondly. âWe talked about it, and we both agreed it would be nice to let you join- if you wanted to. But if you just wanna sit and watch our show- thatâs fine too.â
You hug Jungwoo tightly, unable to face Jae-Â
You wait with your breath held for him to respond.
âYou both agreed?â Jaehyun says finally.
âUh huh, Ducky is being shy,â Jungwoo looks down at you, âbut she wants this, donât you, Ducky?âÂ
You nod.
âDonât just nod,â Jungwoo laughs, turning you around in his embrace to face his roommate, âtell Jae you want him too.â
âHe hasnât said he wants me, yet,â you point out, frowning a little-
âOf course he wants you, look at him,â Jungwooâs hands find your hips, and the two of you assess Jaehyun together. âTell him you want him, and I bet heâll snap.âÂ
You swallow thickly, mustering up the courage to be honest.Â
Itâs a shock how okay with this Jungwoo is- as much as youâd discussed Jaehyun joining your bedroom activities, part of you had thought maybe - when faced with the situation - Jungwoo might change his mind.
If anything, Jungwooâs all in, and you can feel his cock stiffening by your bum-
He must really enjoy this- the push-pull, the tension so thick you could cut it with a knife-
âJae-â you say, your voice cracking-
You neednât say more, because in two steps, Jaehyunâs in front of you, cupping your face in his hands and pressing his lips to your own.Â
You canât help the way your body melts into the kiss, your own hands reaching for the front of Jaehyunâs shirt to pull him closer-
With a small groan, Jaehyun concedes, pinning you between him and Jungwoo while his tongue swipes across your bottom lip, begging for entrance-
Your body responds without a second thought, your mouth opening to allow Jaehyunâs tongue to glide past your own, earning mirrored sounds of pleasure from you both-
Behind you, Jungwoo presses even tighter to your ass, rutting against you while his hand slips down the front of your torso, toying with the button of your jeans-
When Jungwooâs lips press to your neck, you shiver, releasing a whimpered sound that has both men grinning against you.
âFeels good?â Jaehyun asks, breaking the kiss to pinch your chin.
You force your eyes open to look at him, managing a small nod while you reach behind you in an attempt to pull Jungwoo even closer-
âYou and your little nods,â Jaehyun chuckles, eyes twinkling with adoration while his thumb brushes by your cheekbone.Â
âSheâs gonna speak up for us,â Jungwoo promises at your rear, âisnât that right, Ducky?â
You nod, biting at your lip before saying âuh huh-âÂ
Youâre eager to be kissing Jaehyun again, and itâs torture having him so close but still so far-
âNeedy ducky,â Jaehyun coos, thumb brushing across your lip-
He leans in to kiss you, allowing you to be distracted again while the two men continue to explore you with their hands.Â
Jungwooâs gotten your top button undone, and heâs wrestling with your zipper now. Meanwhile, Jaehyunâs spare hand braces your rib cage, fingers toying with the underwire of your bra, concealed by your shirt.
The two men work so well together- itâs shocking how in sync they can be, both of them pulling away from you at the same time to remove your shirt and pants-
âBed,â Jungwoo says as he nearly trips you while tugging your jeans away from your feet-
âMine or yours?â comes Jaehyunâs response.
âDoesnât matter.â
It really doesnât- and you find yourself being tossed onto Jungwooâs bed a moment later.Â
You scramble a little, feeling exposed in your bra and panties while the two basketball players look down at your form.Â
âIsnât she pretty?â Jungwoo grins, reaching out to toy his fingers up your shin.
âGorgeous,â Jaehyun agrees, swallowing thickly. âHow are we going to do this?â
âI donât know,â your boyfriend cocks his head to the side. âWhat are you feeling, Ducky?â
Part of you had been expecting to just lay back and take what they give you- youâd been ready to accept practically anything- but now that youâre being put on the spot, now that your wants are being recognized specifically-Â
Thereâs a voice in your mind telling you to go all the way- to try being stuffed by both in the most intimate way possible- but as someone without much experience in threesomes, you think maybe itâs a good idea to start with something less intrusive.
Licking your lips, you realize; âI want to suck off Jae while you fuck me.âÂ
Both men let out small groans of satisfaction, and Jungwoo whispers the phrase âspit roasingâ before ripping off his shirt and prompting you to âget on your hands and knees please, Ducky baby.â
âShould I-â Jaehyun takes a step forward, âshould I get on the bed?â
âUp to you- you could stand, or you could kneel on the bed, I donât think it really matters,â Jungwoo responds. âWhat do you think, Duck?â
âOn the bed,â you suggest, shifting on your knees so youâre facing the head of Jungwooâs mattress. You pat the spot in front of you, offering Jaehyun a smile of reassurance.Â
The bed dips as Jungwoo gets onto the foot of it, and then his large hands are cupping your hips, pulling you back and up, into a doggy-like position that gives him easy access to your core.
Your boyfriend begins to massage your ass, and you would bet heâs watching Jaehyun as he gets settled on his knees in front of you.
You both go for his belt a the same time, and you feel your skin heat with embarrassment-
âJae,â Jungwooâs smooth voice sounds from your rear, âDucky does best when you tell her what to do. Praise her a little.â
Jaehyun looks down at you with as serious an expression as ever, but then he visibly softens. âDo you wanna undo my belt?â he asks.
You nod eagerly, hand flying up to start the task-
âDucky, I told you to speak up too, didnât I?â Jungwoo questions, kneading your ass gently with his large, warm hands.
âNo nodding,â Jaehyun agrees, âyou did mention that.â
âSorry,â you breathe, unbuttoning Jaehyunâs pants.
âItâs okay,â Jungwoo presses a kiss to your bum, and you can feel his breath fan over your pussy even through the panties that he gingerly pulls to the side-Â
He licks a stripe of your core, pressing his tongue between your folds-
Then his thumb finds your clit, and you release a moan, faltering with Jaehyunâs zipper-
âShe likes that,â Jaehyun breathes above you. âDonât you Duck?â
âYes Jae,â you force out, hooking your fingers in his jeans to begin to tug them down, âhe always feels so good-â
âI bet he does,â the point guard swallows thickly, reaching down to capture your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes. âYou two are a great couple.â
You blink at him.
Out of all the praise he could have given you- and heâd chosen to draw attention to both you and Jungwoo, who releases a groan of satisfaction, smiling against your pussy-
âThank you, Jae,â you respond, remembering to be vocal.
He grins down at you, pinching your chin in an affectionate way before retracting his hand. âDo you guys have a system for when your mouth is full?â he asks next.Â
Jungwoo chuckles against you- heâs not the type for âsystemsâ when it comes to sex. He doesnât even bother to get into it, pushing his tongue into your pussy, lapping at your walls while his thumb rubs your clit in gentle circles.
âWe could-â your breath catches when Jungwoo presses harder on your sensitive bud, âone tap for yes, two for no and stop?â
âThat works,â Jaehyun nods. âAre you both sure you want to do this?â
âJae-â Jungwoo sighs loudly from behind you, snickering, âshe told you she wants you in her mouth- stop talking and just do it.âÂ
You find yourself smiling at your boyfriendâs antics, and Jaehyun obviously takes your smile as confirmation to follow through, so he shifts his pants down, allowing his cock to spring free.
For a millisecond- youâre taken aback by how pretty Jaehyunâs dick is.
It shouldnât be a surprise- after all, the rest of him is utterly gorgeous.
Heâs not as big as Jungwoo, who probably is the owner of the biggest cock youâve ever had inside of you, but he has a pretty curvature to him-
Wrapping your hand around the base of his dick, you guide Jaehyun to your mouth, caressing him with your tongue.
The beautiful man releases a groan that goes straight to your core- which, coincidently, Jungwoo pulls away from.
You whine around Jaehyun, and his hips shudder, pushing his cock deeper into your mouth.
Behind you, Jungwooâs hooked his fingers in your panties again, and heâs tugging them down your thighs, allowing them to catch at your knees.
You know whatâs coming, and you push your ass back towards your lover, giving it a small wiggle of invitation.
âPretty baby,â Jungwoo coos, one hand massaging your ass, spreading you open for him-
Jaehyun pulls out of your mouth suddenly, and at the same time, Jungwoo drags you back, impaling you on his cock and filling you deliciously, your walls stretching to accommodate his massive length-
A strangled moan slips out of you, a string of saliva keeping you connected to the cock thatâs pushed between your lips again, nearly making you choke as you struggle to breathe in through your nose.
Youâre truly being spit-roasted.
There are two dicks inside of you- two men on either end of your body, one in your pussy, one in your mouth- and it feels glorious.
You hardly know where to focus, and when Jungwoo says âthatâs our good duckyâ your entire body practically sings with energy and delight.
âSo good,â Jaehyun agrees with a grunt, finding a pace to match Jungwooâs that allows him to push into you every time Jungwoo moves to pull away-
âDuckâs gonna cum,â Jungwoo announces, fingers digging into your hips while he fucks you harder.
âDo you make her-â the point guard is cut off by a groan, âdo you make her ask permission?â
âOf course not,â Jungwoo laughs, âwe just make her cum.â
Your boyfriend reaches a hand around your body, fingers finding your clit, and you moan loudly around Jaehyun, who pulls out of your mouth-
You take in a strangled breath, begging âplease-â as Jungwoo works you over the edge, fucking into you and rubbing at your clit while you whimper and moan, forehead pressed against Jaehyunâs thigh-
In your periphery, you can see the point guard has his hand wrapped around his cock, and heâs pumping himself to the sounds of you cumming, giving you free rein to fill the room with your pretty moans-
âShe sounds so good-â Jaehyun groans, prompting you to eagerly go for his cock again-
You need something to suck on, something to pacify you instead of allowing Jungwoo to throw you into overstimulation-
As you come down from your orgasm, Jungwoo relents on your clit. Instead, he goes for the back of your bra, where he undoes the clasp and allows it to fall free.
Then his large hands are cupping your breasts, kneading you affectionately while he leans over your back, gasping against your shoulder-
He must be close too.
In fact, youâre a little shocked your orgasm hadnât prompted his own-
Jungwoo is king of âwhen you cum, I cumâ so you think he must be holding out today, must be trying really hard to prolong this whole thing, to make it count.
âFuck- I think Iâm close too-â Jaehyun admits above you, and you swear Jungwoo makes a sound of relief.Â
âMe too,â he echos, straightening again, hands finding your hips to anchor you to his thrusts.Â
âBut I donât want to-â Jaehyun groans, swallowing thickly, âdonât want to cum unless she cums again.â
âWe can make that happen,â Jungwoo promises. âIf I rub her clit again, and you go a little harder-â
The man with his dick in your mouth laughs. âGo harder?âÂ
âUh huh,â Jungwoo grunts, reaching around your body for your clit. âIf you deep-throat her- sheâll cum really hard.â
âShe likes choking?â Jaehyun asks- you can tell heâs been trying to be sensitive with you, not pushing too deep into your mouth for fear of hurting you- but now he has the go-ahead, and when he thrusts into you, hitting the back of your throat, your eyes roll back into your head with pleasure.
âFuck- she squeezes so tight when you do that-â Jungwoo pants, rubbing your clit vigorously-
âYeah?â Jaehyun breathes. âWhat a good fucking Ducky-âÂ
âSo good-â Jungwoo agrees. âCome on duck, cum for us- you know you want to. Be good and cum, it will feel so nice, I promise-âÂ
The way your boyfriend is babbling betrays how close he is to cumming, and as Jae repeatedly thrusts into your throat, you find yourself teetering on the edge again.
âThatâs it-â Jungwoo groans, âlet go for us Duck, come on, please-â
Your core tightens around Jungwoo for the second time, orgasm slamming into you like nothing youâve ever experienced-
âFuck, fuck- where should I cum-â Jaehyun asks, hips shuddering-
âHer mouth-â Jungwoo responds, pushing fully into you before he releases his own load, painting your inner walls while he groans in ecstasy-
Jaehyun cums a moment later, driving his cock as deep down your throat as he can-Â
Itâs almost too much, being completely filled by them both in this way, and you have to focus hard on breathing through your nose while your pussy thrums with pleasure, body electrified from your orgasm.
Then Jaehyunâs pulling out of your mouth, and you can finally take a deep gasp of air, sputtering and moaning and whimpering, nearly collapsing face first into the bed while Jungwoo continues to shallowly rut into your core, riding out his orgasm to completion.
âHoly fuck-â Jaehyun groans, earning exhausted chuckles from both you and your lover, who finally comes to a stop at your rear.
âYou can say that again,â Jungwoo laughs, both his hands smoothing across your bum and lower back. âStay still Ducky, Iâm going to grab something to clean you up.â
âI can grab it,â the point guard in front of you pulls up his pants and gets off the bed easier than you or your boyfriend could, and he grabs some tissues from the nightstand next to his bed.
âNo, get the wet wipes,â Jungwoo insists, pointing at his backpack, âoutside pocket.â
âHaechan always made fun of you for being a neat freak and having these-â Jaehyun says with a laugh, leaning down to get the wipes. âBut I guess the joke was on him.â
âClean sex is safe sex,â Jungwoo grins behind you, accepting the wetwipes thrown his way. âUsually Ducky likes shower sex actually- it makes clean up easier.â
âShe does, does she?â Jaehyun kneels next to the bed, getting eye level with you. He reaches out and pushes some of the hair out of your face. âYou okay?â
You nod. âYes, Jae.â
Jungwoo wipes the cum starting to dribble out of your core, and you hear him swallow thickly. âYou know⌠maybe we should go to the shower.â
âDid you make that much of a mess?â Jaehyun laughs.
âYes.â
The two men exchange a glance.
Youâd thought Jungwooâs sex drive alone was high-Â
Youâre starting to realize, with both of them together, with two basketball-playing frat boy roommates to feed off of each otherâs energies- well, put simply; youâre in for a lot; and you couldnât be happier about it.
âShower later,â you find yourself saying, pulling away from Jungwoo now that heâs done cleaning you up. You roll onto your back, stretching your arms above your head- âI just want some cuddles, and to watch our show.â
âWere you thinking of feeding Phil while we were fucking you?â Jungwoo teases, pushing at your leg and laughing.
You hardly think you need to respond, because itâs a ridiculous question. But when you look at Jaehyun, you see that he needs an answer, so you assure both men âI had no thoughts but wow this is nice.â
âIt is nice,â Jungwoo agrees, collapsing onto the bed next to you and curling his body against your back, effectively turning you into his small spoon. âCome on Jae,â he says next, patting the space in front of you, âcome be the tiniest spoon.â
Part of you is shocked at how willingly Jaehyun submits to the request, grabbing the laptop before settling in front of you.Â
You tug the point guard back by his hip, sandwiching yourself between the two warm bodies while Jaehyun gets the show started, setting it on the bedside table where you can all see.
âAre you both sure this is okay?â he asks, fingers hovering over the start button.
âJae,â Jungwoo groans behind you, reaching over your body to pull Jaehyun even tighter to you, âquit worrying so much.â
Jungwoo has more than enough easy confidence for all three of you.
Youâre glad to be sharing Jungwoo with Jaehyun, who obviously needed his roommate back, and as the three of you settle in to watching your show, you allow yourself to be enveloped in peace and ease.
How could you ask for anything else?
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đŽ preview. Now you're truly sandwiched, both holes filled perfectly, and the moans of pleasure you all release into the echoey shower room make your skin tingle with exhibitionistic delight.-
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Dressed in black - non regulation - shorts, and his red jersey, snapback atop his head- Jaehyun is one of the prettiest guys on the whole university basketball team. Most girls would be intimidated to be up against him on the court- only, you have another one of the most attractive varsity athletes behind you too-
Jungwooâs hands snake around your waist, and he easily lifts you while sidestepping, putting his large form between you and Jaehyun so you can access the basketball net-Â
âYou guys are cheaters,â Jaehyun says with a sigh. Heâs lost count of the score by now-
âCheaters!â Jungwoo gasps in shock, capturing you in his arms and pinning you back to his chest- he turns you to face his roommate. âUs? Cheat on you? How could you say such a thing, Jae?â
The basketball player rolls his eyes at his roommateâs antics- âletâs switch teams.â
âYou know what? Good idea.â Jungwoo releases you shockingly fast- turning you so he can eye you with a smile. âDuck, it can be you versus me and Jae- first one to the locker room wins.â
âYouâre insatiable,â you tell him, returning his grin as he pulls you in for one last shockingly chaste kiss- before you dart away, eager to be first to the lockers.
Heâs done this a few times now; taken you to âplay some basketballâ only to quickly bore of it and move you to the privacy of the lockers instead-Â
Your boyfriends know the court schedule like the backs of their hands- and they know that no one is going to be around for 45 minutes or so- when the janitor will hit this as the final gym to lock up before closing.
You enjoy the controlled exhibitionism of it all- technically, anyone could walk in.
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