<a drabble in which jaehyun is in love with reader but they have different love languages>
content: angst, toxic relationship patterns
wc: 651
He tries to forget you, piling on schedules; brand deal after the next, countless studio sessions that went on way longer than they were supposed to, maybe another photoshoot will do the trick.
It doesn’t.
Music doesn’t even sound the same anymore, you’re stitched into every lyric, every melody. Piles of vinyls sit unplayed, collecting dust in the corner of his room. He’s tried his best, but nothing seems to erase the ‘you’ shaped splotch in his mind.
He stirs out of his sleep when his arms reach out to touch your face that isn’t there.
Jaehyun hops out of bed, quickly fishing for anything that’d shield him from the frigid winter air before sprinting towards his door. There’s only one question that slices through his clouded thoughts,
Can we fix it?
To say that Jaehyun didn’t love you would be a complete fabrication, far from the truth. He loved you so much that his heart ached, fingers began to tremble if he didn’t see you for some time. His lungs would only be able to fill to capacity, finally breathing easily once he’d set his sights on you.
How come when looking at something completely ordinary, his brain would find a way to make his thoughts lead back to you? It was too much, no ounce of rationalization could be provided for this behavior. His brain couldn’t comprehend the infiltration so he dropped you, out of sight, out of mind right?
He didn’t know that would make the ache unbearable, render his fingers unusable, air unbreathable.
So off he goes to knock on the door he knows will open up, regardless of time. Arms that will hold him despite the cruel circumstance that he’d set in place.
Some would say your actions are detestable, you like the word devoted instead, it eases the pain.
Harsh knocks summon you to your front door to find a teary eyed Jaehyun, nose and cheeks tickled pink from the cold. The words ‘I’m sorry’ left his mouth like a scratched record. Your body couldn’t do anything but embrace him, the ice that enveloped his skin melted against your hold.
You settle warm palms onto his cold cheeks, peering into his shaky pupils through your tear-blurred vision, “I forgive you.”
Plush lips slam into your own, heavy sighs leave him as he finally satiates the need to taste you.
Fuck, its been so long since he’s felt you so closely. Greedy palms want to see if you’ve changed these past couple of months, smoothing over your skin only to find it exactly as it was before.
“I’ve missed you so much, Jaehyun.”
There’s a blow to his chest at your confession, he pushes out his thoughts through labored breaths, “Please don’t leave me.”
“Never.”
Unfortunately, you can’t. Whether he knows it or not, you do. He’s sunk his teeth into you and you’d rather die in his arms than put up any type of fight.
Instead you’d keep it bottled up, let yourself indulge in any touch or thought he’d offer you tonight.
He silently prays his efforts are enough, that his lips on yours would telepathically transfer all the words he was too adamant in keeping to himself. Desperately hoping his undying desire for you would magically seep into your skin with every touch he’d place on you tonight. Words were futile when he could show you just how much you meant to him.
Maybe that’s what gave you hope,
Peeking into the little window in his heart that would open up briefly after not seeing you for so long. Maybe the few words he did let out after suffering from lack of your presence were the driving force that allowed you to open up your front door well past midnight.
Self loathing never sets in until you wake up to an empty bed.
You fight through it though because you know it won’t be long until he’s back again. And like always, you’ll be right there, waiting to let him in.
<lengthy Mahae drabble where mark gets to the bottom of why you act a certain way around his members>
contents: dom bf mark, sly haechan who fails to understand boundaries, demeaning/degradation (from mark), name calling (slut), exhibitionism
wc: 2.4k
God, today’s schedule was so tiring.
Well not for you. You had the role of sitting pretty, on standby for whenever the boys would wrap up. All the group shots were done, now it was time for the individual close-ups.
You took the liberty of mingling with the staff and members while waiting for Mark to be done, making conversation with whoever crossed your path. Everyone was always so easy going, so it was only natural.
Mark tried to keep his focus on the camera but his eyes strayed from the lenses every now and then, noticing the way Haechan’s eyes would linger a little too long on your body after you stepped away from him. The way his tongue lapped over his pouty lips as you bent down to pick up something that had fallen onto the floor, focused gaze too busy roaming your exposed thighs to notice that Mark had caught onto him.
Mark kept his temper in check, he was a professional after all. But fuck, Haechan was making it out to be a difficult task.
This isn’t the first time he’d seen Haechan practically undress you with his eyes. He thought the looks would stop after you agreed to be his girlfriend, out of respect or something. Maybe Haechan got a kick out of crossing boundaries, who knows.
The prop glasses he’d been styled with snap in his grasp when Haechan is cunning enough to settle his hands on your hips in an attempt to get by. Letting his fingers sit on the skin that had been exposed due to the cute button up crop top you decided to sport, drawing loose circles into your hips as he whispers lowly into your ear, “Excuse me.” You could practically hear his signature smirk through his lilt.
The blush that creeps up on your cheeks doesn’t go unnoticed by Mark.
Drops of blood land on the floor beneath him, sending the PD into a panic, “Uhh, First aid kit, now!”
The loud voice booming through the closed off room causes you to jump, pulling away from Haechan’s grasp to rush to Mark’s side.
Small shards of glass are littered around his feet, he notices the panic in your eyes, “Hey no— I’m ok, really.. They’re just more flimsy than I thought they’d be, haha.”
He affirms you with a gentle voice, “It’s fine babe, they’ll fix me up. Go ahead and take a seat, I should be done in a bit.” He nods to the chair with his name inscripted on the backrest, sending you off with a reassuring smile.
Once the onsite medics finish tending to his wound the PD chimes in again, “Alright everyone, I’m pretty sure we got everything we needed. Thank you for your hard work today!” On cue, staff disperse throughout the set to begin breaking it down.
Mark jogs over to you after changing back into his regular clothes, slinging an arm over your shoulders when he finally reaches your side, “All set?”
“Yeah lets g—”
“Mark!”
The voice of his manager cuts you off.
“We have the cars rented out for the rest of the day, is there any place you two wanted to go? I’ll drive, of course.”
Bless him, this man was always so kind to you; sneaking you into the dorms, purposefully misleading sasaengs to let you two have a day to yourselves, he was the best in your book.
Mark looks over to you enthusiastically, “Down for a cruise?”
You beam, matching his demeanor, “Of course!”
A distinguishable honey-like voice cuts in from behind,
“Got room for one more?”
You pull away from Mark’s grasp as you turn around to acknowledge it.
He silently wonders if you can feel the way Haechan oggles you, uncertain whether you were kind enough to let it happen or if you enjoyed the attention.
Memories resurface of the times things would get too heated.
Times where you’d egg him on behind the scenes, where there’d be no other option but to drag you into an empty fitting room and fuck that suddenly daring attitude right out of you, whispering those pretty degrading words you loved so much as you let moans cascade freely out of your mouth. He’d try his best to keep you quiet, but his lips on yours could only muffle so much of your noises.
Thinking about it more carefully, maybe you did like it.
You’d beg to be fucked at the dorms constantly. He’d be hesitant at first, not wanting to disturb his members. Eventually, he’d give in under the promise that you’d keep your dramatics to a minimum. More often than not his hand is what silenced the unrestrained sounds you’d let out.
Irritation blooms in his chest at the boy’s request, but anyone that took a glance at him wouldn’t be able to tell. He’s cool, level headed. There’s a teeny glint in his eye that goes unnoticed by everyone, “Yeah sure, let's go.”
The four of you walk to the custom wrapped Porsche. The manager takes the driver seat, Haechan follows his side. When Mark opens the back door he ushers you in before sliding himself onto the leather interiors.
Your skirt rides up a bit, trying your best to smooth it down before Haechan settles in the car. You lean into Mark when you feel Haechan’s clothed thigh pressed up against your exposed skin.
Their manager buckled up before looking over his shoulder, “So no one’s gonna sit in the front with me?”
As you’re about to speak, the two boys pipe up in unison at your sides, “Nope.”
He makes eye contact with the three of you through the rearview mirror, side eyeing for a couple of seconds before shrugging his shoulders, turning the key to the ignition.
The shoot had been in a remote location, the entire drive there was a scenic route. When the manager asks ‘where to’ you all let him decide, he was familiar with the area, so it was only right. A drive through the mountains seemed like a good choice, that way you’d get a view of the sea too.
Mark opens up his window to get some fresh air in. You press into him more, mostly because of the new cool air filtering through, but partly because Haechan’s man spreading was becoming a bit too much for your nerves to handle.
Mark rests a palm on one of your unclothed legs, not bothering to tear his eyes from the view. Long slender fingers open and close on your kneecap for a few minutes before he slowly begins to run them up and down your thigh.
At first it was nothing but he’s getting lower and lower with each drag.
Like always, Haechan let his eyes wander, letting them feast on the higher slivers of skin your skirt revealed with every other gust of wind, picking up on the way your thighs flex under Mark’s touch. He shifts in his seat when you press your thighs together, smothering Mark’s hand with the warm meaty flesh.
Mark finally diverts his attention from the pretty scenery surrounding you all.
“What’s the matter? Don’t you like having an audience?”
He pinches at your soft skin when all you do is look at him in wide eyed disbelief. You stifle a yelp to avoid the kind manager’s suspicion. Leaning into Mark’s ear to whisper your concern, “Mark I—”
He looks at you with an all-knowing glare, grabbing your chin to force you to look at the bugle forming in Haechan’s pants, “He likes it too, just look.”
He lets your eyes soak up the growing tent before redirecting your attention back to his face, “But you knew that already, didn’t you?”
His eyes don’t waver, stern expression causing you to gulp in his grasp. His fingers dig into your chin with a bit more pressure.
The surge of adrenaline cements your tongue in place, you want to respond but there’s millions of thoughts flying around in your head;
Did he finally see the way Haechan looked at you? Did he pick up on the way your outfits had become more revealing each time he asked if you wanted to hang out with the members? Am I really gonna do this in front of their Manager?
He catches your eyes flitting between his own and something else. Low chuckles spill into the air as he notices where your attention was partially focused on: meeting his manager’s eyes through the rear view mirror.
He attaches his lips to the shell of your ear, warm breath causing you to squirm slightly, “You don’t have to worry about him.”
“If anything, he’d probably love to watch me slut you out.”
A dark smile washes over his features as he pulls back to get a better view of the blood rushing to your face.
Even Haechan puffs out a breath of air at Mark’s words, slightly taken aback by his grimy remarks.
You can feel his breath becoming heavier, puffs of air blow onto your neck with each strong syllable he presses out, “You know that look you had on your face when Haechan grabbed you earlier? It’s the same look you give me right before you beg me to fuck you stupid.”
He knew you like the back of his hand, no lie that departed your mouth would’ve convinced him otherwise, you wanted this.
He continues his monologue when you don’t defend yourself, hissing out his sentence in a demeaning, matter of fact tone, “And you’d love to have them see you like that, wouldn’t you?”
You nibble on your lower lip to stop your whimpers from resonating in the small vehicle. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, “Hellooo? I’m talking to you.”
You flutter your eyes shut, silently swinging your head from side to side.
“No? Oh.”
He lets the sounds of the atmosphere take over.
Mellow music spilling from the entirely too expensive car speakers mixed with the sound of waves colliding into distant rocks fills you to the brim with a sense of relief until he continues once more,
“So you wouldn't mind if I checked then?”
fuck.
Your legs part on instinct when you feel his hands traveling to your core, Haechan tenses up at the sudden nudge your knees give him.
Mark’s intention was to firmly press a finger over your clothed pussy, wanting to get a feel for the dampness he knew would be present. After making contact with your most intimate part he draws back in shock, eyes going wide at the fact that you weren’t wearing any underwear.
His stunned state doesn’t last long, quickly closing in on your neck as he presses fingers up against your hole, lazily tracing your entrance with an underwhelming lack of pressure.
He lets out a genuine chuckle as he feels how your arousal had leaked out of you, smearing onto the pricey leather that sat beneath you, “Oh my god. You’re so filthy. You just can't help it, can you?”
The three males can't ignore the mewl you let out.
Mark abandons your entrance to glide his fingers through your wet folds, “What got you this wet? Was it Haechan’s hands on you or mine?”
You lean your head up against the headrest, furrowed brows tilting up to face the roof of the car when his digits finally make contact with your clit, “Did you picture him bending you over and fucking you for all the staff on set to see? Is that what you do while I’m busy between takes?”
The words are making you feel dizzy, intoxicated with the entire situation, drunk off all the attention of everyone in the car. You start rolling your hips into his touch.
“How about we show them who you really are? How you act behind closed doors? I’m sure they’re curious.”
He draws in so his words are out of everyone’s earshot except yours, “If you’re good I might just let them have their way with you.”
You’re past the point of caring, letting out a far from pure sound at his statement.
He nudges his nose to your temple, voice huskier than seconds prior, “Fucking slut.”
You shudder, skin reactively pebbling at the name calling. A wicked smile dawns onto your face as you hook your left leg over Haechan’s.
Blown out pupils bore into your own before sluggishly following the hand you reached out to place on his wrist, tugging it to settle his palm on the soft flesh of your inner thigh.
He gulps when he realizes how close he was to Mark’s fingers, as if it was only now sinking in that the boy had his hands nestled between your legs.
Mark chuckles when Haechan’s fingers only twitch against your skin, “Cat got your tongue?”
Haechan’s reserved disposition dissolves then and there, that prideful smirk comes out of hiding, “Wouldn’t want to embarrass you in front of your girlfriend, that’s all.”
“Show me.”
Your sudden interjection takes everyone by surprise.
The manager has been losing his shit for the past 5 minutes, Haechan’s got a wild look in his eyes, and Mark lets out a scoff, he’s amused to say the least.
Mark draws back, his slight height advantage causes him to look down on your as his finger still swipes through your folds, “Do you think he can fuck you better than I can?”
You already know he can’t. Mark knows it, and you're no fool.
Sometimes all it took was one single look to have you melting in the palm of his hand, but that’s not gonna stop you from running your mouth. There’s a diabolical smirk on your face, “Can't know until we try, right?”
Pushing Mark to the edge had to be one of your favorite pastimes. It was the way his eyes would light up after your empty taunts, irises emitting a sudden warmth wherever they’d drag along your skin.
His attention was enslaving but frankly, someone could toss you the key to the shackles he’s got you in and you’d happily turn the other way.
Mark brings the back of his forefinger to your cheek, grazing it tenderly with a loving look in his eyes. He leans into you like he’s about to plant a kiss on your lips, head even turning slightly to perfectly slot himself with you.
But it never comes. He stops micrometers before your lips are able to touch. The eyes he had fixated on you turn in Haechan’s direction, “What are you waiting for, show us then.”
<a drabble in which jaehyun is in love with reader but they have different love languages>
content: angst, toxic relationship patterns
wc: 651
He tries to forget you, piling on schedules; brand deal after the next, countless studio sessions that went on way longer than they were supposed to, maybe another photoshoot will do the trick.
It doesn’t.
Music doesn’t even sound the same anymore, you’re stitched into every lyric, every melody. Piles of vinyls sit unplayed, collecting dust in the corner of his room. He’s tried his best, but nothing seems to erase the ‘you’ shaped splotch in his mind.
He stirs out of his sleep when his arms reach out to touch your face that isn’t there.
Jaehyun hops out of bed, quickly fishing for anything that’d shield him from the frigid winter air before sprinting towards his door. There’s only one question that slices through his clouded thoughts,
Can we fix it?
To say that Jaehyun didn’t love you would be a complete fabrication, far from the truth. He loved you so much that his heart ached, fingers began to tremble if he didn’t see you for some time. His lungs would only be able to fill to capacity, finally breathing easily once he’d set his sights on you.
How come when looking at something completely ordinary, his brain would find a way to make his thoughts lead back to you? It was too much, no ounce of rationalization could be provided for this behavior. His brain couldn’t comprehend the infiltration so he dropped you, out of sight, out of mind right?
He didn’t know that would make the ache unbearable, render his fingers unusable, air unbreathable.
So off he goes to knock on the door he knows will open up, regardless of time. Arms that will hold him despite the cruel circumstance that he’d set in place.
Some would say your actions are detestable, you like the word devoted instead, it eases the pain.
Harsh knocks summon you to your front door to find a teary eyed Jaehyun, nose and cheeks tickled pink from the cold. The words ‘I’m sorry’ left his mouth like a scratched record. Your body couldn’t do anything but embrace him, the ice that enveloped his skin melted against your hold.
You settle warm palms onto his cold cheeks, peering into his shaky pupils through your tear-blurred vision, “I forgive you.”
Plush lips slam into your own, heavy sighs leave him as he finally satiates the need to taste you.
Fuck, its been so long since he’s felt you so closely. Greedy palms want to see if you’ve changed these past couple of months, smoothing over your skin only to find it exactly as it was before.
“I’ve missed you so much, Jaehyun.”
There’s a blow to his chest at your confession, he pushes out his thoughts through labored breaths, “Please don’t leave me.”
“Never.”
Unfortunately, you can’t. Whether he knows it or not, you do. He’s sunk his teeth into you and you’d rather die in his arms than put up any type of fight.
Instead you’d keep it bottled up, let yourself indulge in any touch or thought he’d offer you tonight.
He silently prays his efforts are enough, that his lips on yours would telepathically transfer all the words he was too adamant in keeping to himself. Desperately hoping his undying desire for you would magically seep into your skin with every touch he’d place on you tonight. Words were futile when he could show you just how much you meant to him.
Maybe that’s what gave you hope,
Peeking into the little window in his heart that would open up briefly after not seeing you for so long. Maybe the few words he did let out after suffering from lack of your presence were the driving force that allowed you to open up your front door well past midnight.
Self loathing never sets in until you wake up to an empty bed.
You fight through it though because you know it won’t be long until he’s back again. And like always, you’ll be right there, waiting to let him in.
Preview: “I didn’t know you were such a conservative alpha.” Your friend interrupts your thoughts. Breaking your gaze from shifting about. Continuing to pretend you could care less about the current gathering taking place.
“I’m not. I don’t like Jungwoo. He’s too pretty to be an alpha, too nice. Too obnoxious, loud, always bouncing around with that smile..” You scoff. Stealing a glance at the newly presented member of your pack. Currently lifted up in the air. Everyone celebrating his first knot, except you. “This is some glitch, there’s no way he’s an alpha.”
“He is, and you really like him.”
Pairing: alpha Jungwoo x alpha female reader
Word Count: 6k+
Genre: non-traditional a/b/o, pwp, M/F, mutual pining, childhood friends to lovers, mild angst, f-f-fluf-🥴, one shot
“Jungwoo presented.” Johnny says flatly. Shooting you an almost nervous look. “He’s been asking for you.”
“That’s great!” You shoot up ready to charge inside of the cabin. Dropping the towel from your shoulders you’d been drying off with.
Johnny halts your eagerness with a hand clamping over your shoulder. He sighs pathetically, patting you to ease the news.
“He’s in rut.”
Your head spins hard enough to crack you neck. Giving a new definition to ‘rears its ugly head’. Pausing with a look of shock.. disgust.
“What did you just say??”
Johnny rolls his eyes, releasing another sigh. This one emitted with disappointment.
“He’s an Alpha.” Johnny stands tall, looming a head above you. Using his stature to remind you of hierarchy within your pack. “Don’t act so surprised. You knew deep down inside he’d never be an Omega.”
“Jungwoo an Alpha? That’s not possible..”
Not Jungwoo, anyone but Jungwoo.
Not Jungwoo who took care of you with small details he picked up by listening and observing. Jungwoo who peeled frozen fruit for you. Always picking the little chunks of bitter white skin from tangerines.
“Why do you like them frozen?” You’d ask him. Laughing as he licked the juice that dripped down his forearm. Watching him perform the innocent minded act had your heart fluttering. Despite his awkward battle with puberty, there was no denying how pretty he looked doing just about anything.
“I like the way frozen fruit feels sliding down my throat.” He answered. Lips plump and red now from sucking the hardened sweetness dripping sticky into his palm.
A perfect specimen for a future Omega. Your future Omega. Jungwoo had the characteristics after all. A delicate frame with limbs too long for his prepubescent teenage build. Sharp feline eyes adorned with a natural wing giving him a subtle sultry appearance. Softened whenever he’d smile, always laughing in a high pitch that played like Christmas bells to your ears.
His teeth always peaked out. Whether due to his bright smile— carrying no weight of pain to hold back from showing off all of his teeth. Or from when he’d be too deep in thought. Front two teeth sunk into his pouting lower lip. Nibbling his way through a rush of anxious thoughts.
Everything about him was cute, really. Until one day it wasn’t.
It became harder and harder to ignore the way his shoulders broadened day by day. Legs stretching sky high by now. Jungwoo once was just about your height, now having to crane your neck to get a good look at him. Even then you dreamt of the day he’d present as an Omega.
There had been no doubt in your heart the boy swinging from a tire you’d helped him tie up to a tree trunk would be yours to claim one day. A good strong Omega to proudly show off, that had to be Jungwoo’s destiny.
Jungwoo. An Alpha. A fucking Alpha..
The thought left a metallic taste in your mouth. Most likely from gnawing roughly at the sides of your tongue frustrated.
He was supposed to make this easy for you. Having to fight back every urge to mate him until he’d presented. With his mother an Alpha and father an Omega, it seemed like the only plausibility. Already planning out the future you would build together. Plotting a spot for where your cabin would be built. A perfect area near the lake for your future pups to run around much like you and Jungwoo had.
You presented three years prior already. Staving off any pinching desire to take an assertive role in your relationship. Jungwoo never seemed to mind.
“I assumed you’d be really exhausted after your first rut.” He smiles widely. Presenting you with a basket of various fruits and snacks. “I drove out to the city side yesterday to pick up some of your favorites. You need to gain your strength back so I can beat you fairly in the swim this weekend.”
You snort, peeling skin off a juicy grape out of habit. Playfully nudging into his shoulder too hard- “I hate embarrassing you every time.”
“Pft, that stupid alpha strength that makes you faster. Just wait, I’m going to catch up to you soon enough.” Jungwoo puffs his chest out. Tossing a grape up to catch, and missing. Blushing as he brushes away the moisture left on his cheek. Grape rolling away near the edge of the lake. “Maybe not too soon.”
“I’ll just let you win.” You shrug, swiping your thumb over the stickiness left behind on his jaw after devouring an apple.
Jungwoo pauses, holding his breath. His lips curl up to the side, forming a subtle wolfish grin. “You’d let me win? Kind of sounds like something you do when you like someone.”
His cheek buries closer to your hand before you can pull away. Nuzzling like a kitten seeking attention.
“Or something you do for your friends?” You dispute, moving away nervously.
Jungwoo chased after your hold until his head plopped to lay on your lap. Hair fanning out resembling dog ears. Coining the nickname ‘puppy’ around the pack when one of the elders noted his bouncy tendrils. Framing around his head shape like two floppy puppy ears as he bound about the reserve.
His eyes fluttered shut, holding back a coquettish smile. Mischievous, harmless flirting had escalated the more years passed. Jungwoo dropped hints here and there. Never failing to mention how you always chose him to team up with despite his reputation of losing. While the other alphas stuck together, you stuck to Jungwoo.
The day his family joined your pack, he immediately intimidated you. Even as a child he walked with a commanding presence. Everyone oooh and aww’d over his breathtaking refined features.
An icy stare that seemed to wobble as he took in his new home. Plump pink lips pouting to the side after greeting the elders politely. The pack omegas fawning over his creamy skin and lustrous white locks.
It was hard to keep his gaze that first day. Jungwoo became at home over the next weeks. Slowly the hinges on his shell loosened as he found friends to bond with. He’d always been athletic, adventurous, and eager to make others laugh. No problem with gaining attention and love from all.
His charming goofy innocence caught you off guard the first time you officially met. A laugh loud enough to drown out the overbearing pounding in your chest. He made you nervous in inexplicable ways. Sweating from wrist to fingertips the longer he smiled at you.
Despite his fairy God resemblance, he calms your nerves with jokes that oftentimes make no sense. The lack of embarrassment presented only encouraged your fascination. How could someone be so perfect, angelic and caring in the most natural way. While others struggled to maintain their solitude day in and day out, Jungwoo never seemed phased.
“How can you not be nervous?” You’d ask him. Studying together for a weekly exam of pack rankings. Between mythology, hunting, obstacle courses, medical treatments and various duties to train for it felt like carrying the world on your shoulders most days. Changing your appreciation for all the work contributed by omega, betas, and alphas alike.
“I used to get nervous all the time in our old pack. I’d cry even, sometimes throw up.” Jungwoo admits with a shrug. “I realized we all have a place here. Some alphas are better hunters, some omegas will birth 5 pups while others only 1. Either way there is no right or wrong. We all belong here for a reason beyond our understanding.”
“That’s a really good way to think about it.” You ponder it over. Imagining Jungwoo as one of the omegas herding all the young pups. “With how relaxed and easy you are to get along with, I bet you’ll make a great instructor for the pups someday.”
Jungwoo smiles widely, lifting a brow. “Isn’t that typically reserved for only omegas?”
“My instructors were always omegas. I suppose it could vary from pack to pack.”
“So, you think I’ll present as an omega?” His brows furrowed together in question. Your mouth left gaping momentarily realizing the implication.
“It’s a possibility, for me too, right?”
“Not likely.” Jungwoo hums. “For you. Your parents are both alphas. Genetics tend to play a strong hand in your placement.”
“Two alphas can birth omegas though. It’s happened in our pack before.” You inform him. Jungwoo’s head tilts to the side, an indecipherable look dawning his features.
“What do you think about that?” His lips pout as he asks. “Your parents are both alphas..”
“I don’t think it can work.” Your eyes lower, scratching at the wooden table top. Sharing a usual private conversation after dinner when everyone else had cleared out. “They argued a lot. Father expected my mother to take over the household like an Omega.”
“Is that why..” Jungwoo trails off, waiting for you to quietly nod.
“They had a big fight one day.. when I woke up the next morning she’d already left.” You frown, sniffing away the itch reaching the backs of your eyes.
“It could work.” Jungwoo nods. Apprehensively reaching for your nape, kneading his long fingers into your tensed muscle. “Compromise is really important. If you really love your mate, I think you’d do anything to keep them happy.”
“Agree to disagree.” You smooth his touch off. Eyeing over his naturally illuminated soft appearance. “Besides, that’s not something I think I’ll ever have to deal with.”
Johnny’s fingers snap in your face, crackling your muddled thoughts. Shaking your head to unblur your gaze, you apply pressure to your temples. Shoving your alphas inner monologue aside.
“You’re not seriously going to let him endure this alone?” Johnny asks again. Unimpressed, showing how let down he is with an angry wrinkle between his brows.
“How could I possibly help him?!” You groan, stepping aside. Johnny grabbing a hold on your elbow. “He needs an omega!”
“He needs you.” He echoes sternly. Shoving a bottle of thick clear liquid at your stomach. His foot taps at your ankle, maneuvering you to walk forward toward the rut cabin.
“You abandon him, you lose everything.” He mutters, leaving you at the front door.
Deep down inside you knew Johnny was right. From simply cracking the door open you’re hit with the pungent scent of rose petals. Hints of orange blossoms, a faint taste of bitter bergamot. Bitter from an anguish, a longing for one's mate. You stand at the hallway entrance afflicted. Jungwoo’s moans grow louder, pitchy and stressed.
The sound of your name cascades from his pretty lips. Levitating your figure closer to the room at the end of the hall. It feels like the walls are closing in, shrinking around you. The door pulsates to the beat of your heart, magnifying your dilemma.
Jungwoo may not forgive you for neglecting him in his time of need, but could you forgive yourself? Your friendship would never be the same again.
Jungwoo could sense your presence, picking up on your scent even as you stood out on the porch. Twisting the door handle in your sweaty palm anxiously. Each lick at his lips carried traces of your aroma. Sending his cock into an erratic spasm, just enough to finally release a string of cum.
The distraught cry for help has you opening the door. Creeking as it sluggishly parts open.
Jungwoo’s the absolute vision of an angel, sitting atop a pile of pillowy clouds. No nest in sight, nothing as you had dreamt for his first heat to go. Splatters of cum stain the headboard, nightstand, splashed across his chest. He’s drenched, skin rubbed raw from wiping constant sweat away with a filthy towel. Even through his agony he’s beautiful.
His waist arches in with a deep inhale of your scent. Hunching forward releasing enough cum to fountain out of his clutched fist. Screaming through the exertion, his eyes crease roughly. Tears streak down his ruddy cheeks, meeting at the center of his tall neck. Its looks more like a glaze of sweet sugar than sweat, good enough to lick and suck on for hours.
A culmination of every desire you’ve ever held back, wanted, needed, turns your feet to blocks of ice. Struggling to step closer. Until the tips of your fingers meet Jungwoo’s buried into the edge of the bed. His knuckles look painful to touch, red and peeling from fighting himself through the rut.
Jungwoo said compromise, do anything to keep your mate happy. How could he ever understand that now? He’d only claim you, strip you of your pride. Shame you until you’re nothing but a tainted pathetic excuse of an alpha.
It only seemed logical to draw back. Your nerves incinerated nonetheless, yearning to give in. Lay down and present yourself for him to take and own. The bottle of lube clatters behind your burning legs, pounding through your skull to drown out Jungwoo’s betrayed screams. His guttural cries for help, for you.
You ran away. Deep into the woods until you could no longer recognize the grounds surrounding. A stupid choice, one motivated by fear. One that felt like bullets bursting through your chest. Wind hitting like icicles the faster your paws stampede. Having to shift into form once your legs gave out.
‘It’s his fault.’ You continuously repeat to yourself. If you lie enough, you will eventually start to believe it.
Nightfall felt like a deathly cold, proper after what you’d just done. Unable to catch a wink of sleep as you felt every emotion at once.
This walk of shame back to the reservation was not the one you’d anticipated after Jungwoo presented. Cursing the moon Gods as branches clawed your flesh on the walk back. ‘I probably deserved that.’
You tolerated the pain searing up your thighs after 5 miles. Showing up in form would only encourage gossip within the pack. Weakening your image to another stereotypical alpha female who can’t control her emotions.
“I see you’re back.” Your friend greets you with a frustrated tense brow. “Lucky for you, everyones been busy arranging for our new alpha. I covered your ass with some lie that you fell ill.”
“Thanks. I guess.” You mutter ungratefully. Taking a seat at one of the many lunch tables set up around the reservation. Most days allowed perfect weather to enjoy meals outside under the sun. The idea now leaves a sour taste in your mouth.
Jungwoo has always been by your side. Every meal, learning lessons together, staying out past your curfews to lay side by side. Pondering the future out loud as stars filled up the darkened sky above.
Hours of discussing your dreams, of starting your own families. Raising a busload of strong pups, enough to form your own pack and begin a new life. In the back of your mind Jungwoo had always been the one you envisioned the years to come with.
No one else felt right.
“I didn’t know you were such a conservative alpha.” Your friend interrupts your thoughts. Breaking your gaze from shifting about. Continuing to pretend you could care less about the current gathering taking place.
“I’m not. I don’t like Jungwoo. He’s too pretty to be an alpha, too nice. Too obnoxious, loud, always bouncing around with that smile..” You scoff. Stealing a glance at the newly presented member of your pack. Currently lifted up in the air. Everyone celebrating his first knot, except you. “This is some glitch, there’s no way he’s an alpha.”
“He is, and you really like him.” Your friend rolls her eyes still scorned by the emotional lash out you displayed yesterday. “There’s nothing wrong with liking another alpha, you know.”
“That’s easy for you to say, Omega.” You sneer. Offense streaks her delicate face instantly from the tone.
“For someone who desperately wished to the Moon Gods for your precious angel Jungwoo to be an Omega, you certainly have no respect for us.” She retorts, gathering up her jacket to leave. “I don’t know why I worried for your safety. You proved yesterday how little you care for your supposed love.”
She stomps off leaving your throat dried. All of the moisture welling up to the backs of your eyes. Shaking it off as a humiliating sign of weakness.
Jungwoo must have spotted you, by now able to pick up on your scent with ease. Every pack member is distinct, but nothing compared to yours.
“Hey..” he approaches quietly. Hands stuffed inside the pockets of snuggly fitted jeans. His shoulders hunch in, as if he still hopes you see him as an innocent Jungwoo. Your innocent Jungwoo. “You look..”
“Yea.” You cough. Blinking back droplets perched at the rims of your eyes away. “Me? What about you. I hardly even recognize you anymore.”
You try to smile, lip trembling too hard to mask. Sighing with a turn, you stare out into the lake. The suns high enough to paint beautiful patterns between ripples of blues. Blue like the ice freezing around your heart.
Jungwoo sits at your side. Back stiffened, his shoulders still too tight to come off relaxed. Fingernails dig into his knee caps, scratching at the rough fabric of his jeans. “About yesterday.”
“Let’s not talk about that.” You smile again, albeit weakly. Gnawing at your lower lip with a shake of your head. “It’s not important.”
“I— Goddess, what do you mean it’s not important?” Jungwoo’s fear dissipates. Long torso turning to face you fully, his brows bunch together. A tiny flash of anger passes through his iris making you curl in uncomfortably. Jungwoo never got angry with you. “I called for you yesterday. You..”
His lips part, reddened and chapped more than usual after such an excruciating ordeal. Skin flushed and bright, radiant as if he’d just spent the last 24 hours getting off— probably because he had. The image fills your head vividly. Trying to erase the memory best you could with your run.
Jungwoo tensed torturously. Gripping at the bedding punishingly, enough to contort every muscle in his limbs. Veins pulsing vibrantly, beating in your ear as you stood there glued in place. The near demented lustful gaze he watched you with. Growling your name, circling around the base of his length viciously.
The haunting image burned through your retina. Lighting flames that erupted past your brain. Burning down your esophagus, leaving a path of destruction. Successfully blazing way through your arteries, nestled where your heart once beat on its own. Now controlled by the object of your desire.
Your alpha inside claws at the center of your chest. Set to open an entrance for Jungwoo to come in. Run together side by side as mates should for an eternity. In life and days to come on the moon after.
“Are you even listening to me?” Jungwoo’s tone raises. Nothing like the high-pitched sweet one he always used with you. This one hurt, rushing air to your nasal cavity that stung beneath your eyes.
“I..I have nothing.” You begin to stutter, lowering your gaze to the ground. Lying to Jungwoo had never been your expertise. “N-nothing to s-say.”
“You deny me everything in favor of your alpha ego?” His face falls, stupefied. Scooting back as if being near you hurts. “You would rather run away from me than give me a chance?”
“We have no chance.” You swallow, calming yourself to respond. Brushing off the ache ripping at your vocal chords. “I don’t know why you called for me—“
“Because I like you!” Jungwoo shouts. Startling you as he shoots up, throwing his hands in the air. “You know that! You’ve waited for me to present all this time, for what?! To drop me like a piece of garbage because I’m not what you wanted?!”
“I can’t be with another alpha!” Your fists ball up. Standing to maintain your dominance. Jungwoo hovering more than a head above you only sinks the knife deeper.
“Is that all I am to you now?” Anger swerves to bitterness easily. A sense of betrayal takes over Jungwoo’s heart. Tongue shoved at the roof of his mouth to cool down.
“These types of relationships are frowned upon and you know that! They don’t work, it goes against our biology!” Tremors sky rocket throughout your limbs. Slapping at your thigh to control weakness from showing itself.
You had to get away from him, he’d break you with those anguished pretty eyes. Soft blue fading, breaking into blackened empty pools the more you deny him.
“But.. you’re all I’ve ever wanted.” His voice cracks. Stilling you with bloodshot eyes, a single tear spilling down. Sliding way past the crevice of his nose to the plump middle of his lips. “This, I never..”
“We’re friends.” You manage to say. Clenching your toes to the soles of your sneakers for some sort of traction. “Whatever it is you thought. You were mistaken.”
He huffs, sucking air through his nose. Eyelashes bat away the moisture gathering quickly. Tilting his chin up not allowing another tear to escape.
“You’re a terrible liar.” He says with a shake of his head. Silky hair bounces, flowing around his distressed features. Itching your fingertips to reach out and touch. Eager to coo at your puppy.
He takes a few steps back, sniffing. Wringing the hem of his shirt into a wrinkled up mess. Gaze trained on his scuffed up high tops.
“That might be what hurts the most.”
He looks at you, saddened. Repeatedly hitting the protective ice wall surrounding your heart with a hammer. Your lips lock together, clenching your hands behind your back where he can’t see.
Jungwoo nods at your lack of response. Turning on his heel to enjoy the meal specially prepared for him today by the pack omegas. No doubt many who would flirt, do their best to charm him with what they contributed.
It tore you up to even think about it. Best to hole up in your cabin, wither away for the next week, month maybe. He would have to move on eventually.
You wondered how you’d be able to.
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Wither away is exactly what you did. Making sure to be extra nice to your friend for bringing you meal leftovers. Jungwoo wasn’t stupid, he knew you were avoiding him. He seemed busy at least, beginning to hunt with the rest of the alphas. All the while you stayed behind, feigning illness.
“Everyone knows you’re lying. Johnny’s saying you’re a giant groveling cry baby.” She informs you when dropping off todays dinner stew.
“Yea, that sounds like Johnny.” You lament. Your reputation as a strong alpha would take a blow after this dramatic act. “He’s not wrong I suppose.”
“Jungwoo still comes to your defense.” Her eyes rolled. Cleaning up the mess your quaint kitchen has become over the past few weeks. “You still have a chance to save your friendship, I think. He seems to be handling it well.”
“I’m sure he is. Bet all the omegas are throwing heavily scented clothing at him these days.” You bite out bitterly. The time apart hadn’t done much, despite the effort you put forth.
“Maybe if they weren’t all terrified of a big bad wolf currently caged up, preparing to maul any who dare breathe in their alphas direction.” She jests. Your neck audibly snaps, twisting too fast to glare at her. Receiving a mock with her fists balled, paired with a horrified shriek. “See!”
“He’s not my alpha! I am the alpha.” You correct her adamantly. She erupts in giggles, hoisting a bag of trash over her shoulder.
“You’re his alpha, he’s your alpha, whatever. Enough of this ego bullshit.” She pauses at your door. “You know, rumor is Jungwoo has one of the fattest knots. You might want to get your claws in there before some bold omega beats you to it.”
Fattest knot? You scoff out loud. Now why would that matter to you. You’ve never taken a knot.
It’s not as if all you could think about for the past 23 days was how Jungwoo’s fingers could barely conceal his length. It’s not as if you recalled every single time he held onto you after a swim. Trunks clinging to his thighs, something rather thick and solid between, nestled against your hip.
Picturing his already notable size expanding to be even larger at the base had possibly kept you awake every night since. Rutting against your pillows, croaking out for your alpha to save you. To ruin you.
Would Jungwoo wait for you? What if some bold omegas really are currently plotting? scheming a deviant plan to seduce him for good. Maybe your friend had a point, manipulative little..
She was right, you could still salvage your relationship. Even if it meant apologizing to another alpha.. no no, your friend. Jungwoo is your friend before just an alpha. Friends should have no issue with apologies like this. Pride and ego should be the last of your concerns.
Taking in your appearance at a mirror near your front door halts your actions. Grimacing as you spot the tangled mess your hairs become. Skin tired, lips dry, your under eyes hollowed out from lack of sleep.
Tomorrow. Tomorrow would be a better day to find Jungwoo. After a long shower, and good nights rest. Goddess forbid your alph— Jungwoo, sees you in such a state.
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“Wow!” Johnny gasps, landing a large palm on your shoulder. “The tale of the crypt keeper wasn’t a fable after all?! Ah, the pups are in for a shock!”
“You’re literally not funny.” You glare, pinching at his stomach.
“You literally have no sense of humor.” Johnny fakes a laugh. A ‘ha-ha’ as he pushes you to walk alongside him to the lake. “You never laugh at any of my jokes.”
“Yeah, because you aren’t funny.” You go on provoking him. “I laugh at Jungwoo’s jokes.”
Johnny chuckles, nodding ahead- “That’s because you’re in love with him.”
“I am not!” You deadpan following Johnny’s gaze.
Jungwoo moves like a slow-motion euphoric fantasy. Wet platinum white locks land around his face. Shaking off water as he emerges from the lake like an energized puppy. He’s dazzling in nothing but sleek swim trunks. Too small for his much larger frame. His shoulders have broadened even more, alpha testosterone speeding his growth progress. He’s filled out nicely, etching his muscles to perfection.
“You sure about that, alpha?” Johnny smirks. Flicking your chin with some muttered mention of ‘drool’.
Jungwoo’s too mesmerizing, capturing your complete focus. Releasing intense pangs of want, your pheromones go wild. Reaching far enough to tickle his nose as he reaches for a towel. His gaze drifts, struck as he spots you. A small hint of smile perks his cheeks. Golden with hues of pink blurring above from hours in the sun, only enhancing how lush his mouth is.
“Can’t believe this.” Johnny mumbles, sounding distant. “He really just triggered your rut.”
Jungwoo’s expression quickly changes to one of concern. He runs toward you. Everything goes black.
When you come to, it’s in an all too familiar room.
The rut cabin.
Jungwoo triggered your rut.
“You’re awake.” Your weighted down eyelids flutter. Jungwoo’s sat at your side. Dabbing a wet cloth around your face to cool down your raging hot skin. His scents everywhere, mixing with yours turning the small cabin room into a garden of eden. It’s light, airy, soothing. Inducing a drug-like state, provoking a growl to rumble in your chest.
“Jungwoo. Leave.” You demand. Pupils blown wide as your gaze lifts. Veins branch up Jungwoo’s throat pulsing fiercely. Controlled, just barely.
He clears his throat, gathering moisture. Crossing his legs to hide the tent bulging his dried swim shorts. “You’ve been calling for me.”
He moves serenely, setting the cloth aside near a bowl of chilled water. Standing up with a crack of his neck and rolling his shoulders back. Jungwoo stares you down, unreadable, still controlled.
“If you ask me to leave again, I will.” He shudders, words ringing more as a warning. “I will stay, I will take care of you.”
Sitting up hurts, clutching at the lower part of your stomach. Heat seers, coiling up your abdomen. Jungwoo sits back down leaving no space between your hips.
“We shouldn’t..”
“Ask me to leave then.” He says with more confidence. Tapping your chin up until you look at him.
“No.”
Jungwoo says nothing. Leaning in close, brushing the tips of your noses together. He cups your face as you start to slide away.
“Just..” you break into pleading. Rolling your face side to side for his warm palms to rub your cheeks. “Don’t hurt me. I’m easier to break than I appear.”
“I’ll only hurt you the way you want, alpha.” He stops your nervous banter with a gentle kiss. Soft plush lips steal your breath, triggering the need to take control. You move to straddle his narrow hips, gripping at his air dried hair. Remnants of dirt from the lake cling to his scalp.
Kissing Jungwoo is nothing you could have expected. He demands control with a mouth larger than yours, it happens naturally. Pulling at his hair as your fingers tangle through. He squeaks cutely, sighing between your lips. Dragging you down to lay on top of him. Tongue snaking past your lips, licking at the insides of your teeth. Hungry to remember how you taste and feel everywhere.
“Need to be inside you alpha.” His hips rut up to emphasize. Hardened size pressing against your clothed mound. Sweatpants you’d thrown on earlier feel constricting now. Rolling down to feel how thick he is. It’s nerve-wracking at first.
“I don’t..” you start to pant. Sweat trickles down your chest, lighting up in a dry smoke the more it travels down. “I’m not…I don’t make slick.”
Jungwoo stops only for a few seconds, pushing up one side of his hip until you’re underneath him. He pulls your sweats and underwear off together. Smacking your thighs until you lift up. Struggling at your ankles to strip you free. He’s working fast, turning you on, smiling as you watch him curse and throw your clothing away.
“I’ll take care of that.” Jungwoo holds you down by your inner thighs. Mouth opening over your cunt. Tongue licking up a fat stripe. His nose drags down to your entrance smearing wetness left behind from his tongue. “You smell so good alpha. Love how you smell.”
You whine, attempting to wrench out of his hold. Overpowered for the first time in bed, eliciting a new sensation. There’s no point in fighting it as Jungwoo’s tongue wiggles past your hole, grunting and smacking your thighs, coaxing you to loosen up.
His nose scrunches up cutely lapping way through your hole. Jungwoo works his tongue in and out until you’re relaxed enough to slide a long finger in. Gathering saliva at the back of his throat, he spits, rolling the excess between your folds.
“Alp—…Jungwoo.” You hold back. Lifting against his hold to gain more. Arousal built up enough by now. “Fuck me. Please, I can take it.”
He spits a few more times before standing up. Undoing his trunks swiftly. Jungwoo steps out of his shorts, kicking them aside. You gasp from the way the tip of his cock reaches the middle of his torso. It’s even bigger than you’d started to picture from the glimpse you got.
“You’re really…s’too big. I-I…maybe..I don’t know if I can.” You start to ramble again. Grabbing at his hips to pull him closer anyway. Nose dragging across his balls with a deep inhale. The scent of orange blossoms and roses is most prominent there, filling your lungs an overwhelming amount.
“Turn over.” He sighs. Your lips dragging up to the tip. Tonguing at his slit and dropping a wad of drool. He spits into his palm, stroking it up and down his length. “Present yourself for me, alpha.”
It’s not meant to mock you, maybe. Draining humiliation through your limbs. You ignore it, getting on all fours with a shy glance over your shoulder. Arching your back deeper to perch your ass up for him.
Large palms land on your bottom firmly. Roughly digging into the meaty flesh, Jungwoo groans lowly behind you. Pussy glistening with his spit, begging to be filled.
“Please..” you purr, swiveling your hips.
“Please what?” His eyes go half-lidded. Cock lining up to your entrance. Smacking at your ass firmly.
“Please Jungwoo! Please! I can’t!”
His lips thin, unresponsive. Ramming forward with one quick thrust that sends your head to bury into the bed. Sinking his length into the hilt until you bounce back slightly. Silently begging him to move.
He’s bigger than any you’ve taken. Big enough to make you forget who you are. Not holding back, Jungwoo pulls out to the tip, ramming forward hard enough to send you flying. Your arms bend, collapsing onto your chest out of breath.
Jungwoo clutches at your hair, tightening his grip harshly. Your neck cracks as he yanks you back. Wrapping his other around your throat in an unforgiving squeeze.
“My pretty alpha, too pretty to let me ruin you aren’t you?” His digits clutch at your neck. Squealing with short breaths. Jungwoo’s hips never slow down, burying the entirety of his cock deep inside. Lower stomach extending out as each inch passes between your walls.
Jungwoo’s size was proving to be a real challenge with each snap of his hips. Circling around your throat harder until you’re gagging. Spilling spit and tears for him. He’s not gentle about it, quick thrust only speeding up. Murmuring how well you take his cock.
“Look at you.” His hold in your hair shakes until your eyes roll up. Watching him in a blurry haze from upside down. Releasing your neck, his fingers move quickly to your opened mouth. Forcing three of them in until you choke and cough. “Such a fucking messy alpha.”
His glares intense, tugging you back until you bend into a nasty arch. Cock hitting deep at a new angle. Trembling through your thighs with each thrust. Your alpha inside howls, eagerly shoving your hips back to meet him.
“Who gets you like this?” He asks, dragging his fingers out on your cheeks. Spreading your tears and spit all over.
“Jung-jungwoo.”
He lets out a sound of disapproval between shaky breaths. Patting your cheek with a grunt. His bicep lodges under your chin pulling your back flush against his chest. Seated on his cock thrusting up relentlessly.
“Alpha!” You scream abruptly, reaching out into the air. Eyes nearly dropping from your sockets. Jungwoo growls, fucking up into you faster. Palm lowering to cover the distended area on your stomach. Spiking his need to knot you and fill you until you’re dripping his cum.
His cock ruts inside, frantically. Eyes rolling back when you finally say it. Finally call for him, your alpha.
Jungwoo’s gentle to pull out, easing you down onto your back. Wasting no time to return between your thighs. You cling to his shoulders and hips like a vine. Helping you throw your limbs around. He holds onto the base of his length, burying back in at a different angle.
“Ah!” You squirm up. Using your little bit of energy to tug him in closer. Breaking into whimpers, he feels even bigger in this position. Pistoning his hips forward until your ass pressed to his groin. “Alpha! Too big, you’re too big.”
Your body bounces up the bed with each thrust. Jungwoo’s gaze concentrated on where you connect. How the skin above your navel pokes out.
“You’re taking it so good alpha.” He moans. Forehead landing on yours, messily kissing at the corners of your lips.
“I’m, fuck! Jungwoo! I’m gonna cum!“ you shout. Lower half lurching up to fuck him back. Jungwoo licking up your tears promptly in response sends you spiraling. Breath leaving you in broken little gasps. Your thighs close around him trying to shut. Jungwoo fucking you through the orgasm, nearly losing it and cumming. Pussy milking him with each thrust to a dizzying point.
“Bite me, come on, hurt me. Hurt me like I hurt you alpha.” He pulls you closer, keeping you from fading away. Face dropping to your cheek, licking and huffing. Your teeth miss his scent gland, too fucked out, desperate to mark up the entire column of his throat.
His thrusts speed up full of vigor with each bite. Hissing and groaning as you draw up blood. Suckling, only mildly satisfied when you see reds and purples bloom. Determined to leave him painted like a stunning wreck. Enough for all to know who he belongs to. Enough to please you whenever his head drops back. Proudly showing off the mark of his alpha.
“Feel me inside you for the rest of your life.” He lets out a throaty sigh. Nearing closer to his climax. Cock lodging deep inside as his knot begins to form. Still managing to thrust in until your hole resists the stretch. Chest rising and falling rapidly as you try to relax. Too fucked out and high off Jungwoo to prevent another mindless orgasm.
“Fill you up with our pups. Breed you everyday until you can’t walk anymore alpha.” Jungwoo scurries to find your hands. Holding them above your heads, nearly breaking your knuckles with a deadly grip. Cock spilling loads as his knot grinds. Full and stretched beyond belief. You nod silently asking for more, too strung out to emit clear words anymore.
“Alpha..my alpha” you faintly whisper. Jungwoo lifts you to sit in his lap comfortably until his knot deflates. Tickling the ridges of your spine and kissing up your cheek to your ear.
“Can I tell you a secret?“ he mumbles. Vocals reverberating through your mind.
“Hmm..” your eyes fall shut ready to fall asleep. Wondering if this is the same bliss omegas experienced. No complaints about it yourself. Jungwoo leans back, keeping you close. Quietly continuing to talk as you begin to slumber.
“I would have kept trying. I was never going to give up on you.” He smiles to himself. Knot slowly inching its way down. “Anything to keep you happy. I’d submit to you everytime.”
Synopsis: Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in.
Word Count: the final 9.2k of 26.3k...
Contents: 18+ cont :), ANGST, teeny bit of fluff
Author’s Note: No teaser, you know what you came for.
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He’d just gone up to check on you because it had been a while and you did say you’d be back.
He felt a blow to his sternum when he heard your confession to his best friend, and yet, he couldn’t find it in himself to walk back downstairs; everything about you in that moment had a hold over his basic motor functions.
In all honesty, he thought he was being careful, neither of you had spared a glance in his direction since he rooted himself in the hallway. To be fair, he was partially right, you didn’t.
Haechan on the other hand, quickly picked up on his arrival; pretending not to notice the way he was chewing on his lower lip, palming himself through his pants every time you’d let a noise spill past your lips.
When there’s a lack of response he raises his volume, “Gonna come in or do you want to keep watching from the door like some sick freak?”
Mark sucks a small breath in, internally berating himself for the way his dick pulsates in his pants at the boy’s name calling.
He’d already been spotted. Mark takes a second to make a decision.
He had to do it, after hearing the sincerity in your voice when you spoke to Haechan, he knew.
It clicked in his head that he’d never have the chance to call you his.
So for the first time in his life he chooses to be selfish, to finally give into the voice in the back of his head that’s been begging for what he wants.
Whatever was left of his dignity abandons his body as he pushes the door open.
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You thought it had been some twisted joke on Haechan’s end, but the creaking of the wooden door confirmed that Mark was, in fact, there. The sound isn’t enough to convince you, immediately swinging your head towards the room’s entrance.
Your stomach twists in pleasure when you see Mark standing there.
The dreams that infiltrated your sleep were stepping foot into reality and you didn’t know how to react.
Haechan’s whisper in your ear snaps you from the debauched thoughts running rampant in your head, “Say the word and he’s gone.”
Your glossy eyes communicate everything to him. He swiftly turns you on all fours, the new position allows you and Mark to fully face each other, letting you catch a glimpse of the bulge straining against his pants.
All the blood that was circulating through his body drained directly to his dick. The way you let Haechan manhandle you was such a stark contrast to how he’d seen you interact with him before, it was throwing him for a spin.
Haechan rubs himself along your entrance while peering up at the mess of a boy, “Close the door.”
Sweaty hands move to shut it. When Mark remained standing up awkwardly Haechan barks out another order, “At least sit down if you’re gonna watch.”
Mark scrambles like a lost kid, slightly tripping over his own feet while moving to sit on a wooden chair that had been propped up next to the floor length mirror.
You let out a soft gasp when you feel Haechan burying himself into you once more, placing a hand on the small of your back to get you to arch.
The new angle has you feeling more of him as he lazily drags his length along your throbbing walls. Mark shifts in the chair when the sound of subdued whining and Haechan slowly pumping into your squelching pussy is all that fills the room. His fingers land on his sides, twitching due to a mix of anticipation and nervousness.
You’ve been quiet since his entry, Haechan liked it more when you weren’t as shy.
To try to get a reaction out of you he taunts through gritted teeth, “My god, you should feel how she’s squeezing me right now, Mark.”
He knows it worked because he can feel you push yourself against him. The way he talked about you like you weren’t there threw you for a loop, a mewl manages to slip past your lips but out of humiliation, you muffle it by burying your face into the mattress.
Haechan displays a devious smirk, noticing the way Mark’s fidgeting with his hands. He’s had his fill of games, it was time to get serious.
The next thing you feel is his hand fisting through your hair, giving you the signal to bring yourself up, to which you immediately comply. He leans down to lick the shell of your ear, voice temporarily drowning out the sounds of your wet cunt, “Come on, tell him what to do, he seems so lost.”
You swallow the lump in your throat as you make eye contact with the boy, finally breaking your sudden vow of silence to stammer out, “T-touch yourself Mark.”
Trembling hands fly to fumble with his zipper, removing his pre-cum stained pants along with his underwear. You begin to salivate when you finally see what you’d grinded against that one day, you knew he was big but fuck.
Haechan feels the sting of envy when he feels you tighten around him at the sight of Mark’s cock, hitting you with one particularly deep thrust that had you crying out.
Mark matches his strokes with Haechan’s pace, which was beginning to pick up. The sight of you taking his dick with such earnestness had him rutting into his hand. Mark adds to the sound of sex as he speeds up, whimpering when Haechan sets a faster tempo.
His sight on you exacerbates the burning sensation that can’t seem to leave your skin.
Mark always seemed so holy and pure, the poster boy of a golden child. That one kid that parents would often compare their children to, something along the lines of, ‘See, why can’t you be more like him?’
What do you think they would say if they knew what he willingly walked into? If they saw how he helplessly tugged his cock at the sight of his best friend fucking the girl he’s loved since he can remember? Hmmm?
Haechan savors the way your greedy cunt is swallowing him. Observing the way he glistened with your arousal every time he’d draw back and push into you.
You feel his hand drop from your hair to wrap around your neck, his other hand follows suit, snaking over your stomach to hoist you up. He throws a leg on the mattress to provide himself with leverage to delve deeper inside of you. Your hands fly behind your back, gripping onto whatever part of him that’s within your reach to try and stabilize yourself in the new position.
The pace he sets is desperate now, he can feel himself being pushed over the edge. Your squeezing is relentless, the moment he peeks over at Mark, battered breaths of air leave him, “Fuck, the two of you are so depraved.”
The mix of angelic moans and whines spilling past their lips adds to the lubrication between your thighs, allowing Haechan to pump faster.
When he hears you growing louder he yanks you flush to his chest, nudging his nose into your temple before purring in your ear, “What? The two of us aren’t enough anymore? You want the rest of them to see you act like this too?”
He brings the hand that was wrapped around your neck to clasp over your mouth when your loud noises only increase in volume, “What do you think Doyoung would say if he saw you like this, huh?” He grinds his teeth as he continues, “What would Taeyong think?”
This fucking piece of shit.
He knew how much you valued their opinions, that's why he chose them specifically. You should be embarrassed but the thought only adds to the pressure building up in your core. The same could be said for him.
Would Doyoung get fed up with his teasing, pressuring him to get to it already? Would Taeyong be as eagle eyed as he was in practice? Giving him pointers on what to do to have you screaming in pleasure? A not so small part of him was dying to know.
Your only response to his obscene questions is to gnash your hips into his, angling yourself in a way that has him continuously brushing against your sweet spot, “Fuck, look how good she takes it, Mark.” He grunts out.
The poor boy’s knuckles are going white at the death grip he’s got his cock in. Trying his best to emulate the feeling of your cunt wrapped around him.
Haechan redirects your face to look at yourself in the mirror, “Look at you, like being fucked in front of your friend?” He lolls his head back when you tighten around him at his words, drops of your saliva finally spill past his hands.
Devious chuckles reverberate lowly in your ear. Slender fingers unclasp from your mouth to pinch your cheeks together, “See him?” Your eyes lock into Mark whose mouth is slightly gaping as his eyebrows knit together, “You’re making us feel so good, aren’t you proud?”
He moves your head in an up and down motion with his fingers. Letting a disparaging smile grace his face as you make eye contact with him through the mirror.
He can tell you’re about to come undone, his thrusts grow erratic as he begins chasing his climax.
You begin to feel his grip loosening on your waist, so you flex your stretched out arm to tug him close again. There’s a hunger painted in your eyes when you look at his reflection.
The sentence you let out manages to be decoded through the sound of desperate pants and moans, “Inside me,” you suck in a sharp breath before continuing, “ ‘m all yours.”
The unbridled lust in your voice sends him sprinting towards the finish line. He’s so lost in the feeling of you, the only thing he can do is push out a whiny, “Yeah?”
When you nod frantically he gulps, gathering the little that’s left of his composure to grunt in your ear, “Look at him while I come inside of you.”
The drowsy look in your eyes freezes Mark in place. He loses himself in the way all eyes are on him now, in the way your body jolts against Haechan’s impact, the way your face contorts in pleasure as Haechan paints your insides white.
The brutal pace finally comes to a halt, he stills against your hips, body quivering as you continue to spasm and contract around him. He doesn’t want to leave your warmth but he’s dying to see himself dripping out of you.
Once he revels in your contractions for a bit longer he slowly lowers you back onto the mattress, sliding himself out with a low grunt.
His hands instinctively go to massage your ass, spreading the cheeks to get a good view of his cum leaking out of you.
God, he could come again from the sight of your stuffed pussy alone, but he’s not entirely evil. He gives Mark his chance,
“What are you waiting for, clean her up.”
In the time it takes Mark to bumble towards you two, Haechan flips you onto your back once more. Sitting himself on the bed to prop your heaving figure in between his legs, enough to have you flush against his chest with your legs still dangling off the mattress.
He coos in your ear when Mark drops to his knees in front of you, “You’ll be good right, you’ll let him clean the mess we made?”
When you slowly begin nodding he places a kiss on your temple, jutting his chin out to Mark, a silent encouragement for him to begin.
He lifts your legs onto the bed, red head violently throbbing at the sight of your cunt filled with Haechan’s cum.
His entire form shivers when he starts lapping at your stuffed hole, sending vibrations to your clit as a warm drop leaks directly from you onto his slit.
Galaxy filled orbs look up to find you languidly intertwining your tongue with Haechan’s, eyes pinched shut as he tweaks at your nipples. He adds pressure onto your clit in an attempt to get you to look at him, mentally patting himself on the back for getting you to tear away from Haechan’s lips.
The pad of his thumb sits heavier when he feels your hand run through his hair to tug at his scalp, keeping his head in place as you start to rut against his face. He can tell you’re close by the way your hole throbs around his tongue.
He drives his tongue deeper, making sure to scoop out and swallow up all the remnants of Haechan’s cum that might've still lurked inside you, “Fuck Mark, just like that. S-so good.”
Their hands on you adds on to the sensitivity set in place by Haechan earlier. You fight back choked out sobs as Mark brings you to your second release of the night.
He jerks his hips against the bed frame in search of friction as your thighs clamp around his head, sucking in a deep breath when you finally lose your grip on his hair.
Mark keeps a hand on your thigh as he watches you recover, slowly tracing indecipherable shapes onto them. Etching every single detail of your fucked out expression into the deepest crevices in his head, it was almost like the one you had when he saw Haechan work your body, almost.
One look is all it took for Haechan to know what Mark needed. It took him everything to not roll his eyes at the pitiful look on the poor boy’s face. His fingers move to grip your chin to get you to face him, “Do you think you can—“
“Yes.”
“You don’t even know what I was gon—“
“I can take it.”
Fuck, you’re so insatiable.
“You heard her.”
It’s hard to completely conceal the bitterness in his voice as he addressed Mark. But he had to remind himself that you were already his. Your confession along with the way you had relinquished any power of yourself replayed on a loop as he scooted back to lean against the headboard.
Mark jumps to his feet all too quickly. When you see him trying to suppress his eagerness, the two of them pick up on your faint laughter, “Lie down.”
Their eyes widen in unison. Haechan is interested in witnessing this dynamic, rubbing his eyes to clearly capture what was about to unfold in front of him.
Once his back is flat against the bed you reach towards his dick, pumping it a few times before lugging your thumb over the head. You giggle softly when you see the way his abdomen contracts.
Longing sets in a little too quickly. You swing your leg over his body to you cage him under you, slowly grinding yourself on his hard length. You can see the tears brimming his eyes so you cut your teasing short, reaching between yourself to begin sinking down on his fat cock.
The feeling charges up your previously fatigued state, slowly lowering yourself onto him so the stretch of your pussy remains tolerable. You hiss when your pelvis is flush against his, “I’m sorry, you have to give me a second.”
Getting to feel how you constrict his length is enough right now. He brings himself up, setting a palm on the small of your back to hold you close to him, messily placing kisses along your jawline, “Take your time.”
His mouth attaches to whatever surface of skin that's within his jurisdiction, you seemed to like when Haechan played with your tits so he circles around the stiffened peaks, gasping against your skin when he feels the tightening of your cunt as you begin to roll your hips.
You take purchase on his shoulders, forcefully pushing him down into the bed, slowly beginning to repeatedly lift your hips so you can feel the sweet drag of his cock along your walls,
“I—Ah Fuck, Mark…Sso fucking full.”
Haechan had already accustomed you to his touch so when Mark’s hands aren’t on your body anymore you place them there yourself. Placing them both on your hips so he’d set a pace, “Like before, just touch me.”
Like that day, the first time he held you so close. The day he’d had his hands all over you, guiding you onto him.
He takes a peek over at Haechan, catching him slowly fisting his head. When his glare doesn’t back down he returns his eyes to you.
You want a show? I’ll give you one, Mark was a performer after all.
If you wanted him all over you, so be it. He brings his upper body up once more. Hands graze past your scapulas as his fingers hook onto your shoulders in order to anchor you onto him. He starts rolling his hips to match yours, hungrily swallowing the moans that were spilling past your lips.
The need for air was vital if he wanted to continue, so he yanks your hair back, arching your neck for him. He couldn't say anything with his words so he settled with riddling the base of your neck with marks, something to establish false ownership, silently hoping you’d see them and brainwash yourself into believing it was him you belonged to.
He knew his efforts were futile, but it didn’t hurt to try.
The way you’re squeezing around him causes his lips to detach, looking up to see you grinning at Haechan, blowing a kiss in his direction with low eyes.
The stench of jealousy emanated from his placement on the bed. Mark decelerates his pace, causing you to revert your attention back to the boy beneath you, “Focus on me, will you?” There’s a softness in his orbs that you can’t help but give into.
You slowly guide him back into the mattress, riding him as his hands scrape along your sides for a bit before settling on your ass, spreading the cheeks apart to try to maximize the closeness. You crane your head in between his neck, breath fanning against the soft skin before attaching your lips to it, “Like this?”
He swallows hard at the fusion of sensations; the feeling of your hands roaming across his skin, the tight grip your velvety walls have him in, and your wet lips on his neck, “Mmhm— yeah,I— just like that.”
You move to latch onto his lobe. Nibbling on it before breaking away slighty to whisper into his ear through soft pants, “Fuck Mark—,” strangled noises leave your mouth before you continue, “You feel so good.”
His eyes roll back at your praise. He had the liberty to whine out, but he wasn’t as daring as Haechan. Instead, showing his appreciation with a slap to your ass. Wincing when he feels you flutter around him, “Like that?”
Your pace slightly picks up, dopey eyes riddled with ardor as you peer down at him, “Love it.”
He delivers another smack, this time with more force. Instantly rubbing over the warm skin, the cool metal band on his finger provides you with relief.
You place your palms on his chest for stability as you quicken the roll of your hips, finally being able to relish the way his thick cock drags along your insides.
After one last strike he brings his hands on top of yours, finding a way to interlace your fingers with his. You descend towards his face, following the hands that now sat at either side of his head.
His pouty lips are too tempting to ignore, tilting your head to the side to lodge your tongue as far down his throat as you possibly could. The lightheadedness from lack of oxygen is what causes you to break away from him, soft lips pink and puffy from your attack.
His tongue slips out as he pants under you, an action that encourages you to suck on the wet muscle once more. Wrapping your lips around it as you slowly bob up and down, swirling your own tongue into the mix. The sounds he’s letting out only motivate you to vacuum at his tongue, hollowing your cheeks around it like you would’ve done so on his cock if he hadn’t been on the verge of tears earlier.
The room reeked of desperation, Haechan felt kind enough to sit in it. He got off on watching you take the lead.
Mark’s growing impatient, cracking some of your fingers from the sheer force he’s squeezing them with.
The thin band of his patience finally snaps.
All the buildup of everything he’d gone through tonight is what pushed him towards the edge. He needed to feel you come around his cock.
He digs his heels into the mattress. To keep you from flailing around, he interlocks his fingers behind you, adding pressure to your lower back. Once he’s secured you in place he brings his hips up to hammer into you.
You hum into his mouth before finally detaching from his tongue, trying your best to hold back any of your indecent noises, heaving as the sound of his balls slapping against your ass reverberated in the room.
His rhythm is animalistic, the sobs that begin spilling past your lips only spur him on, pumping into you with more vigor than previously.
He didn’t care if anyone else heard anymore, carelessly letting unrestrained groans rip from the back of his throat. He manages a couple words in between his blatant sobs, “Ah— Fuck-Ohjust—Please come for me.”
You’re attempting to respond but the mindless sputtering was hard to translate.
Luckily you manage to spew out a few key words, “ComingMark— Oh. Fuck!” Just enough for anyone to get the point.
Mark floods your insides, hips stuttering as he lowers them back into the mattress. He revels in the way you’re milking every last drop of his seed out of him, body spasming after every one of your contractions.
The sting of pins and needles stab into you as you begin coming down from your third climax of the night.
Your lips seek his in an attempt to soothe any pain, messily slobbering all over each other’s lower halves of your faces, something neither of you seemed to mind.
You feel the goops of cum smearing in between your already sticky bodies but the comfort you feel deep within your chest as you’re lying on him is too much to pass up.
You bring a quivering thumb to his cheek, softly brushing against his sweat coated skin. You peel your eyes open as you finally find it in you to disconnect from his mouth, gently tugging the lower lip in between your teeth before letting go completely.
Heavy pants fill the atmosphere as fatigued irises stare deeply into each other’s before you break into a lazy smile.
He can feel your heart beating through your chest, praying for the sound to be loud enough to muffle the crackle noise taking place within his own.
How was he ever going to continue on knowing he’d never have the luxury of making you feel like this again? That he’d never bask in this gaze or feel you this closely from now on?
Lucky for him, you were too busy savoring the endorphins that permeated through the air to pick up on the world crumbling before his eyes.
Your fingers move to push his hair out of his eyes, combing through the now damp locks as you take in the details of his face; the moles that riddle him, the rare stubble that he’d often shave off before it got so outgrown, the way his pretty eyelashes are fluttering open and closed as he wishes he could decipher what you’re thinking about in this very moment.
You move to ghost over his lips, drowning in his attention before letting out the quietest ‘thank you’.
Two simple words that inevitably sent him free falling off the edge of the earth.
The fingers unclasping behind your back held as much weight as a ribbon cutting ceremony; signifying the dissolution of the countless chimeras he’s entertained up until this point.
He takes one final chance to skim his hands over your trembling body. Wordlessly committing the feel of every dip and crevice to memory as he beckons your lips to his mouth once again. You hum at the pads of his fingers gliding over your skin.
As much as you might’ve wanted to, you don’t have the stamina to go for another round.
The sound of swapping spit dies down, you place a couple goodbye pecks on his lips before reluctantly deciding it was time to get off of him.
You take one last glance at his eyes before letting your fingers lightly drum against his forehead, “I’m gonna lift off, ok?”
How'd you make a single word sound so meaningful?
He knew if he opened his mouth his quavering voice would sell him out, opting to nod at you instead.
You both grimace as you pull off of him, letting your limp body drop next to him on the mattress. As he slowly brings himself up he sees the pool of fluids coating his lower body, an amalgamation of everyone’s cum sat sticky in place.
His feet lug towards the closet, body aching with every slight movement as he reaches down to fetch a towel from the bottom drawer that was present in every bedroom of the house. He cleans himself off before fishing out another one for you.
Sluggish movements approach your already sleeping figure, preparing to clean you up when he feels an arm grip at his wrist, “I got it, you should head to bed, you look like shit.”
He takes one last glimpse at your figure before handing the towel to Haechan, silently leaving without so much as a nod of his head.
Haechan moves to grab a water bottle he’d set on his desk, dousing the towel so it’d help with your clean up.
He gently wipes at you, blurting out a quick apology when he accidentally grazed your overstimulated clit with a little too much pressure. Once he feels he’s cleaned you to the best of his ability he wipes himself off. Slipping into a pair of pj bottoms after he shifts your body under the layers of blankets on the bed. You guys are lucky, all the sweat and cum had only seeped through two layers, plus they provided more blankets in the closet.
Once you’re fully covered he moves to flip the light off, quickly rushing into the bed to snuggle next to you, unconscious to the way your breathing syncs up. You’re already asleep but that doesn’t stop him from voicing his thoughts, “I’ll meet you in your dreams. Sleep tight, my princess.”
He seals the night with a peck to your forehead.
—
The bed is empty when you wake up. Layers of tousled sheets stick to your naked body. The room no longer reeked of sex, mostly because Haechan had switched on the ceiling fan and cracked open a window.
Goosebumps flourish on your aching body as you move to stand up, kicking a water bottle over a neatly stacked pile of clothes.
You bend over to reach for the stack, a folded piece of lined paper sits on top. Unfolding it to reveal the message, “Figured you might want to shower… Meet me downstairs for breakfast when you’re done, don’t forget to drink up ;)” once again signing off with a small sun at the bottom of the page.
The folded clothes is a set you tried on at the store. You really liked everything about it but decided to pass it up once you saw the price. He must’ve slipped it into his bag as he paid for the clothes.
A bashful smile creeps up to your face, feet internally kicking on the bed. You chug the bottle of water and quickly head to your room to snatch a pair of undies from your suitcase, sprinting towards the bathroom.
You scrub off the exhaustion, feeling invigorated as you step out in the steamy room. Gently slapping on your skin care, tugging the new clothes over your now dry skin before skipping downstairs.
The first person you see is Jaehyun, sitting on the couch munching on a bag of chips. When he sees you his dimples come out on full display, baritone voice pushing out a good morning through small giggles.
He knew. You knew he knew, and if he knew everyone else knew too. There was no point in ignoring it. You puff out a defeated sigh with a shy smile ridden on your lips, directing your question to the floor, “Were we that loud?”
He emits his dad laugh, raising a hand up in protest, “After we turned up the tv we were fine, really. Don’t worry about it too much.”
His reassurance was everything you didn’t know you needed. Nodding in acknowledgment before continuing to skip towards the kitchen. His teeth peek between his plush lips as he witnessed how fast your demeanor changed after hearing his words.
The window in the kitchen gives you a clear view outside, where you see a couple of the boys hanging out. The snow sits a couple inches high but that didn’t stop them from setting up the badminton net. You can hear muffled laughter along with sighs as Doyoung manages to fumble the birdie during a rally.
You grab a plate from the drying rack. He didn’t disappoint, you got your Haechan special. Wooden spoons drop the contents onto your plate. You speak to Jaehyun while arranging the sides, “There’s 5 of them outside and you’re in here, where’s everyone el—”
Warm hands land on your waist, tugging you back slightly as the figure nuzzles into your neck, “Looking for me?”
Speak of the devil, “Good morning Haechan.” His breath fanning against your skin causes you to tilt, “Breakfast looks good… Let's see if it passes inspection.”
When you turn around he hoists you up, yelping as he sets you onto the cool countertop. Smiley disbelief projects onto your face, “What are you doing? Bring me down so I can taste—“
”Pay the fee.”
“This is assault.”
“You want to cross into dining room jurisdiction, you have to pay the fee.”
“My wallet is upstairs. Do you guys take Apple Pay?”
It was hard for Jaehyun to not laugh out loud, your eyes follow him as he lifts off the couch, heading upstairs to give you two some privacy.
Haechan tsks, shaking his head, “No Apple Pay, sorry.”
“Zelle?”
“Nope.”
”Venmo?”
“Nun-uh.”
“…Samsung pay?”
“Gross.”
You let out a cackle as you’re still caged between his arms, “Ok, what DO you accept?”
He turns his head to the side, puffing one of his cheeks out. Maybe you didn’t understand (you did), so he taps a finger onto it.
You lower your face, surprised when he suddenly turns his head back to face you, stealing a kiss from your lips. A satisfied smirk sits on his face, finally opening up to let you enjoy the food he had made.
The members filter into the house after a few bites in. Pairs of eyes land on you two sitting at the dining room table.
Johnnys the first one you spot, the expression he wears is one you’ve grown accustomed to. You’re mentally preparing yourself to be at the receiving end of his playful banter.
“Well well well, if it isn’t the stars of the show!” He jogs over towards the table, “Mind if I get your autographs?”
Some are confused, others laugh along, giggling at the blush that begins to dust your cheeks. You nod your head, trying to swallow the food in your mouth, taking a sip of your water before answering, “Got a pen?”
Quiet laughter escapes the lofty boy’s lips. You stand up to face them, eyes drowning in sincerity. Your voice drops a couple decibels, “I am sorry tho…”
Taeil, Jungwoo, and Taeyong surveyed the room. Doyoung is the one who voices their thoughts, “What are you sorry for?”
Phew.
Alleviation settles onto your shoulders. You'd been lucky. By the time anything had gone down, half the boys were past their limits.
Yuta and Johnny were really who you owed the apology to, Jaehyun was already clear in his forgiveness.
Johnny reaches up to ruffle your head, “Don't sweat it, we all do it.” You peer up at Yuta who affirms his statement with a nod.
Johnny pipes up to answer Doyoung, ”lt's nothing she just got a little rowdy yesterday.”
Doyoung tuts playfully, “It’s always you three in the center of these things, huh?” Referencing you, Haechan, and now Johnny who took a seat at the table.
You all blurt out in sudden harmony, “Sorry.”
Doyoung speaks but mostly under his breath, “I was just joking…”
—
They all move to serve themselves some food. The table is two people short, you know where Jaehyun is but—
“Where’s Mark?”
“Did you guys not wake him up?”
God bless the moms of the group.
Yuta informs the table that one of his producers had called him up, something about a new contender for his solo album track list. That the boy left as soon as he ended the call, must’ve been exciting.
The boys are quick to understand, they know the demand of the job plus Mark has been actively curating this for years, you guys have plenty of time to vacation all together again so you don’t really dwell on it much.
Everyone’s pretty lively after the badminton match, munching on the food as they let compliments spill past full mouths. Well, everyone but one person.
His ego would usually be inflated at this point but he needs the recognition of one single person, you.
You had no problem fueling his ego last night, so what gives?
Eventually, everyone leaves the table, leaving you and Haechan sitting across from each other. Eagle eyes watch as you finish scraping the last remnants of the food onto your spoon.
He holds his breath for your review, looking at you like a chef who’s fate of his restaurant depended on it.
“Sooo…?”
You take your index finger, running it through the base of the dish to savor the flavor once more. The plate is licked clean, anyone who hadn’t seen you eat off of it would’ve thought it was unused.
“I mean…” You place your fingers at the base of your chin, smoothing over the surface before you continue, “it was alright…”
You can’t hold up your façade, cracking up mere milliseconds after the statement left your mouth.
The chair you were sitting in scrapes along the hardwood floors as you stand up, arms reaching over the table to cup his cheeks in your hands, squeezing at them till his puffy lips part.
You stare into his surprised eyes before speaking, “That was literally the most delicious meal someone has ever made me”
You punctuate the sentence with a smooch on his forehead, leaving him stunned as you finally let his soft skin go to dump your dish into the sink.
He appears at your side as you rinse the soapy mixture off your plate, “Do you really think so?”
“I wouldn’t lie to you, you know this.”
A grin reaches his eyes. Your guard has finally been lowered. Cloud nine exists, you’ve just proved it to him. He feels like a child who just opened exactly what they asked for for christmas.
Today was set up to be a good day.
—
The spirit of fall infiltrated your bodies, sitting warm and cozy as you all soaked up each other's presence.
You’d find yourself by Haechan’s side during every activity that took place. Badminton, meal prep, small ventures outside when everyone decided to partake in a snowball fight.
Later in the evening when you all sat to watch a movie your hands subconsciously interlocked, not noticing the presence till he’d bring the tangled fingers up to his lips to place a chaste kiss on the back of your palm, letting his head fall onto your shoulder when you looked up at him.
Unbeknownst to your eyes, Johnny observed you two from afar. He saw the tension that once enveloped Haechan’s body melt away, the blissful glint in his eyes as he looked at you.
All the closeted distress he’d keep his best to hide was finally gone. He let’s a warm smile take over his face at the fulfilled aura that Haechan emanated, their maknae was content at last.
—
Johnny isn’t the only one who takes notice, Yuta lets his eyes linger as well.
There’s no use in being upset at anyone, he’s wise enough to know that hearts don’t ask for permission before they choose to let someone in. Still, he can’t help but think about Mark.
He was the only one that Mark openly confided in on the regular. Mark would talk his ear off every chance he got, suddenly piping down whenever anyone would enter the room.
Yuta probably knew more about you than you did of yourself, years of listening to someone talk about your quirks provided him with knowledge. Other than Mark, he’d probably be the second walking edition of the Encyclopedia dedicated to your name.
The vibration of his phone is what tears his gaze from you and Haechan. An image of Mark smiling is what lights up the dim room, he lifts off the sofa, heading to his room to pick up the call. Once inside he presses accept.
A hoarse voice travels into Yuta’s ear, “Hyung”
The single syllable showcased his dejection. Mark can attempt to conceal all he wants but Yuta knows better, there was no call. No studio session. No musically related reason for Mark’s voice to sound as tired as it did, the boy had left on his own accord that night.
Solicitude trills through the phone line, “How are you holding up?”
The first lie of the call takes place, “I’m fine, how is everyone?”
There’s a pang in his chest at the mere sound of Mark’s voice, he muffles the phone into his chest to drown out the sigh he lets out, “We’re all good, just watching movies downstairs. Everyone was sad to see you go this morning.”
There’s only shallow breathing before Yuta gets a brittle response, “…Everyone?”
The tears trickle through Mark’s line onto Yuta’s cheek, he does his best to maintain his voice steady,
“Yeah Mark, we all love you.
You know that right?”
A couple seconds of silence go by before Yuta continues, “Promise me you’ll take care of yourself, ok?” He can hear the movement of Mark’s head bobbing up and down, but he needs his word to be sure, “…Mark?”
He lets the second lie of today grate through his raw throat, “Yeah… Ok”
Yuta closes his eyes with a distressed puff of air, “We’ll talk more when we get back, ok?”
His voice finally cracks, “Ok Hyung.”
“I’ll see you then, Mark. Please be safe.”
If he spoke up again the dam of tears would be unstoppable, so he mustered a quavering ’Hmmm’ before quickly shutting his phone off.
Yuta lets the dial tone ring in his ear before ending the call.
—
The world was closing in on him the second he shut the door to his room.
Existing in the same house where you two had shared something so sacred causes droplets of sweat to drag along his forehead. He felt disgusted with himself as he attempted to flash-freeze the feelings that drifted along the room when you were lying on top of him, feelings that now seem to be far from within reach. He wonders if this is what withdrawal feels like.
The realization that you were laying in bed with Haechan causes knots of odium to form in his throat. He has to get out.
Quavering hands move to snatch whatever would shield him from the cold before he sprints outside as quietly as his body would allow him.
He gets a few meters away from the accommodation before his knees give out, once warm hands meet with an unforgiving layer of snow. He’s outside but there’s not enough oxygen to fill up his lungs as he desperately gasps for air.
The tears that were dribbling down his face turned into icicles on their descent towards the ground. His nerves were shot before he even made it outside, so he’s unable to feel the pecks of frostbite kissing his skin.
It feels as if his skin is shrinking with each labored breath he pushes out, slowly compressing each bone and organ till it seemed like they’d splatter on the snow under him at the slightest blow of air.
The constriction makes it to his eyes, the soft glimmers that the snow gave off under the lamppost are starting to fade away.
Strong hands hoisting up his static figure startles him.
An ounce of relief entered his system when he heard the familiar voice, “Let's go.”
Yuta had heard him drop stuff in his room, he finally got up when he heard someone stumbling on the last few steps of the staircase.
He lugs his pliable figure to the car, immediately turning the key for the boy to regain some warmth, running back inside for blankets when his shivers didn’t subside fast enough. He makes sure to buckle him up before booking it to their manager’s rental that was only a couple minutes away.
Sniffles and strained breaths is what accompanied the occasional blinker sound.
Once he parks the car he’s glad to see the teeth chattering died down a bit, at least. He runs and bangs on the door, knocking even harder when he doesn't get a response within seconds.
It doesn’t take long for their manager to get to the door, disorientation quickly morphing into startledness when he spots the urgency in Yuta’s eyes, immediately snapping out of his sleepy daze.
“Car, now!”
Bare feet sprint along the snow as he rushes to Mark’s side. Yuta opens the door and they each drape an arm across their shoulders. Mark’s trying to find his footing but his joints seem to be bolted in place, he’s attempting to stretch out, maybe loosen the screws that kept them still, but his brain isn’t sending the signal.
Maybe he’d been outside for so long that he’d frozen in place. He had used up the little fight in him he had left, resulting in him letting his feet drag along the snow as they brought him into the place.
Once inside they set him onto the heated hardwood floors, stripping him of the blankets that covered his body to reveal cringed up fingers that he’d placed close to his chest. The flow of tears streaming down his cheeks didn’t look like it would stop anytime soon.
The manager can’t get a read on the situation so he just follows Yuta’s lead, removing the clothes that've been dampened by the snow before lugging his pliant body onto a warm mattress, immediately covering him with all the blankets they could find.
They fill up a glass and bring it up to his mouth, he’s hesitant but Yuta successfully coaxes him into taking a sip, ‘just one, that’s it’. Both males are relieved when they see some emotion when he realizes he’s just taken a swig of pure lemon juice.
Yuta attempts to ground him, asking him to feel and describe things, focusing on regulating his breathing once more.
When he sees a bit of life return to his eyes he just hugs him, purposefully squeezing his figure in his arms till he gets a weak pat on his arm.
“Good?”
Dry words grate through Mark’s throat, “I’ve felt better..”
Yuta’s smile finally returns to his face, quickly swiping away the tear that descended his cheek.
Mark clears his throat before piping up again, “I can’t go back.”
Yuta wasn’t a fool, he heard the moans leave your mouth, and the love bites riddling Mark’s neck was enough to pick up on what had gone down.
“You don't have to, you can leave with him.” Yuta gestures to their manager who is still sitting wide eyed in the living room, fingernails turning into nubs at the nervousness regarding this entire ordeal. Poor man was so confused, it didn’t help that they started giggling as soon as they made eye contact with him.
They sit in silence as Mark focuses on the floor, “You should get back.”
Yuta’s not one to be selfish, so he gives in, ruffling the boy’s hair before picking himself up from the mattress to make his way out of the door. He pauses at the threshold to get one last look at him, “Are you sure?”
He was embarrassed, not wanting the older boy to witness the state he was in any longer.
Mark just nods his head, nose and cheeks stained red from wiping away all the snot. He waits for Mark to settle down into the mattress to make his departure. Quietly closing the room door before shining some light on the situation to their manager.
Yuta heads back to the accommodation in peace once he finally gets the manager up to speed with everything.
—
Your days in the snow were a blast, you couldn’t even be mad when they came to an end. Your time spent there revealed feelings that have been unknowingly harbored for years, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss having had the chance to finally hang out with everyone.
Well, almost everyone.
While picking up your belongings from Haechan’s room you found Mark’s clothes he’d left that night. You don’t remember much after you slid off of him, but apparently… he left naked?
Whatever the case, now you had a reason for reaching out to him personally.
He’d been a bit MIA, not picking up FaceTimes or sending random texts of things he’d find on the street that would remind him of someone. He’d basically trained everyone to expect the occasional chat bubble reading something along the lines of ‘yo check this out’, it was his thing since like middle school, so when the messages ceased you couldn’t help but be a little worried.
That didn’t matter now though, you’d see him soon enough, debriefing always took place in the dorms after vacationing.
You make sure to hug everyone tightly before you and Haechan leave, Johnny’s last in the lineup, he pats your back as he lets you go, “See you back in Seoul?”
You slip from his grasp to bolt to the car, shouting at the top of your lungs so no one can claim they didn’t hear you, “Last ones home have to buy dinner!”
You and Haechan had devised this plan this morning, moving the car to block the rest in so you two would be the first to leave. The members follow your figure with their eyes, watching you jump into the passenger seat, bringing your hand to form an L on your forehead as Haechan starts driving away.
They take a second to soak in what had just played out before running into their respective vehicles, each car set on landing in whatever place, as long as it’s not last.
—
The drive back home was fun, the talk between you and Haechan was unrestricted. Chatting it up about anything and everything. The dreamies would’ve loved some of the debates that popped up lmao.
It was a blast, but you must admit, your favorite was finally getting the behind the scenes on each person’s pov. Confessing and finding out the times where you didn’t even have a clue that he was feeling a certain type of way.
Each minute of the drive peeled open a new layer of you, his ears attentively gobbled up every detail you’d let spill past your lips. You were a pretty open person but getting you alone was unexplainable. You had been by his side for years but it feels as if he’s just unlocked the blacked out skins from his favorite video game, the feeling is unrivaled.
One of the stories you tell reminds you of Mark. Once you finish your voice pipes down, silently wondering how long it actually took to work on a song… He couldn’t be that busy, right?
—
Mark was busy alright, tastebuds occupied with searching for an iota of solace at the bottom of green jinro bottles.
They littered the floor of the motel he’d decided to rent out, finding it too hard to draw breath in the room where you covered most of the walls. Through jumbled thoughts he silently wonders if the smell of your perfume still permeated the air in his room.
Maybe if he rushed home he’d be able to pick up on the scent of your shampoo on his mattress.
He tries to stand up off the floor, immediately toppling onto the mattress when he gets one firm step in. His head bounces off the cheap springs, jumping a few times before it stills at the lack of movement.
Each flutter of his eyelids mimics a view master, presenting still images of you, decent and the complete opposite. He groans as foggy memories resurface, his inhibitions are low enough that he doesn’t care when he starts palming himself to the thought of your body.
Weak hands tug at the base of his cock as he fights to black out the Haechan shaped figure in his memories, focusing instead on how you suffocated his dick. The wet lips sucking marks into his neck, the lewd noises of your squelching pussy paired with the heavenly sounds that left your parted lips as he pummeled himself deep inside you. Slurred out strings of curses leave his mouth, “OhhmFuck,Shit. Ah, so—”
He came in a record time, letting the plethora of cum spill down onto his hand that still held its grip, a routine he’d become far too familiar with these past couple of days.
—
As expected, you and Haechan make it to the dorms first. Before getting off you swipe Mark’s clothes from your bag, tailing Haechan into the building.
He notices the stack in your hand as he opens the door for you, “What do you have there?”
“Mark left some clothes at the place, I was gonna drop it off before I forget.”
There’s history that can’t be erased from your book, it would be not only impossible but completely self centered of him to ask you to drop the boy. Mark had been the one to introduce you to the group, without him you wouldn’t be here today so he’s thankful for him.
You guys hadn’t made it clear on what you were, but he decided on taking the first step of being a healthy partner, someone permissive, trustworthy.
“Yeah ok, meet me back downstairs when you’re done.”
You give him a reassuring nod. Planting a peck on his cheek as he steps off the elevator on the 5th floor before continuing your way up to the 10th. On the ride up you check his location to see if he was even at the dorms in the first place, not surprised to see the “No location found” notification under his name. Reception was always spotty in the studio.
Fingers punch in the code to their apartment and head straight to Mark’s room. The quietness of the place was a tad bit unsettling compared to the usual amount of decibels you had been accustomed to be greeted with, so you picked up your pace, knocking on the door just in case someone was inside.
When you don’t get a response you open the door, it creaks at the sudden movement.
After seeing that it’s clear you step inside.
Eyes scan the walls for the first time since you last came in, wooden panels covered in frames of him and, well, you.
From childhood to now. Still shots of monumental moments like the first days of school, graduations, each other’s birthday parties, family christmases, things like that. Things that compiled all together, created a perfect chronological timeline of your relationship with Mark. It brings a soft smile to your face to see the entirety of your shared youth displayed like this.
Wait. Why was I here again?
You’re reminded when his clothes drop from your grasp onto the floor beneath you.
Right, the clothes…
You dust them off before trying to place them in a spot that would be noticeable. You thought about the bed, but then figured that would require making it so the clothes would be distinguishable. You look around a bit more before landing on the desk.
It was empty, at least from the position you stood at. When you walk closer you see that it in fact does have something on it.
That one little blue notebook.
Gleams of astonishment make it to your eyes, Oh my god he still carries this thing around?
He’d always carry scrap post its in his backpack for whenever a thought would arise so one year for his birthday you decided to get him an upgrade. He always talked about wanting to become an author, so it was like a dose of encouragement on your end. You had attached a post it of your own when you handed it off to him, it read:
Write for you, and me, and everything you see.
Can’t wait till you make it big.
Love,
You signed it off with your name.
You open up the notebook to the first page. To your surprise the note sits on the inside cover, slightly faded due to the years. You run your fingers over the crinkled paper, remembering the day you wrote it so clearly.
Drops of tears dance along your waterline as you flip you the pages, seeing the progression of his handwriting, all the seemingly mundane things that Mark would find inspiration in.
It was in him, the boy was destined to be a star, the little scribbles in the notebook proved that.
An image of a young Mark floats around in your head. If he was told all the things he’d achieve would he believe it?
You lightly skim through the pages, flipping with your thumb until it reaches the sheet that holds the ribbon page marker. The ink on this one seemed fresh compared to the rest. The streaks dragging off a couple of words indicate he must’ve written this one in a hurry.
You had a lot of strengths, but your inquisitiveness would be your downfall today.
Curious eyes scan the top of the lined sheet reading ‘To my first’
You’re about to close it, but a quick skim of the page reveals a written line that seemed all too familiar.
The gods shined bright when piecing thee.
No words express the thanks in me.
Still, I thank them all for setting you free.
For you, to me, are everything I see.
For you, I’d wait an eternity.
Will it ever come?
Please tell me it’ll come,
The tear finally spills past its brim. The hot droplet flows along your cheek, stinging your skin on its way down at the sight of your name concluding the poem.
Synopsis: You reflect deeply. Some alone time should help you sort out your thoughts. Wait. Who's that at the door?
Word Count: 17.1k of 26.3k (Had to spilt it into 2 pts bc of the block limits lol) link to cont. is @ the top/bottom :)
Contents: 18+ like omg?, fluff, angst
Author's Note: sorry for the wait, here lies the final installments of 'For You?', along with my sanity.
Teaser, you already know the deal:
'This time you had it in you to go all the way, feeling Mark plunge himself into the deepest parts of you; the stretch is overbearing but well received.
As he dives into you, slender fingers cup your face, forcing you to look up at the sly figure.
Haechan stood there peering at you through half lidded eyes before bringing a thumb under your bottom row of lashes to catch the tears of pleasure that were beginning to pool at the corners of your eyes.
If your pleas weren’t enough to go off of, your fucked out expression conveyed just how much you were enjoying this, he leans down to get eye level with you, “You’ll be good right?”
Open mouthed kisses pepper onto your jawline before they eventually make it up to your ear, “You’ll take it all for us?”
When he hears nothing but a drunken whimper rip through your throat, a prideful smirk curls his lips as he mutters to himself, “So cute..”
—
Fuck fuck fuck…
The room began to feel dense with the smell of him, everywhere you looked there were memories of the two of you.
I'm just hungover, I haven’t been laid in a while, I was just there and he wanted—no, needed to get his dick wet. You’re spewing out whatever thought comes to mind as you race down the hall of the complex.
Everything from the tightness in your chest, to the tremble of your fingers dials down slightly as the elevator doors shut, allowing you to be alone. You exhale the breath you had unknowingly been harboring since you stepped foot out of his room, the rush of oxygen allows you to begin the agonizingly slow process of tightening the strings that were becoming dangerously loose at your seams.
What the fuck am I thinking.
You successfully make it out of the building, disoriented, but at least you escaped. You opt for walking to your accommodation, hoping the cool fall breeze would smack some sense into you.
A few minutes into your walk, a vibration on your thigh snaps you out of your poor excuse of a reflection, the screen reads “markly” accompanied by a picture Doyoung had taken of the two of you.
The sight of seeing him, even in pixels, was too much to bear right now, so you press the sleep button. When you feel two more buzzes against your leg you reach to activate your Do Not Disturb, you get a glimpse of the screen, even if that wasn’t your intention. Four previous messages from Haechan and two missed calls from Mark.
—
Walking into your house, you realize your walk had unfortunately yielded zero elucidation on the muddled feelings that began to lurk within the confines of your chest. It was lust, you attempted to persuade yourself.
The feeling of being touched just felt so good, you got carried away… Right?
Not once but twice…
You let out a deep sigh as you slump against your couch.
The incidents replay on an endless loop in your head. Haechan’s unwavering need for closeness, his playful lilt in your ear, telling you all the things you didn’t know you needed to hear. It didn’t help that his scent riddled the shirt you were wearing, making it almost seem like he was in the room with you.
When you find yourself pressing your legs together at the mere thought of him you decide it’d be best to take a shower, yeah.. those always seemed to provide epiphanies when you needed them the most.
As you strip yourself from Haechan's clothes, the feeling is bittersweet. Half relieved and the other left mourning the loss of his signature scent. When you step out of your underwear you try not to focus on the way they cling to you, they’re drenched, to the point where they make a noise when they come into contact with your bathroom’s tiled floor, indignance courses through you.
Was this the result of Haechan’s touch or Mark’s? You’re unsure.
As the warm water trickles across your skin you’re only reminded of the way Haechan’s fingers grazed over your back. A small huff spills past your lips, you shake the thought away, deciding to concentrate on cleaning up the rest of your body.
You continue to glide the soapy loofa across your skin, the motion slacks as you approach your hips, remembering the way Mark's fingers were once embedded into you so deeply. You feel yourself clench around nothing when you recall how he dragged your body onto his own, the noises that left his lips echo in your head.
Enough.
You quickly finish up scrubbing off whatever lingering fingerprints they had imprinted on you, and while your effort was admirable, it wasn’t enough. Their previous grasps at your skin seem to be seared into you, making it past your vast layers of flesh, tickling your bones with their warmth.
A good rest should help you clear your mind.
—
It did not.
—
This time you had it in you to go all the way, feeling Mark plunge himself into the deepest parts of you; the stretch is overbearing but well received.
As he dives into you, slender fingers cup your face, forcing you to look up at the sly figure.
Haechan stood there peering at you through half lidded eyes before bringing a thumb under your bottom row of lashes to catch the tears of pleasure that were beginning to pool at the corners of your eyes.
If your pleas weren’t enough to go off of, your fucked out expression conveyed just how much you were enjoying this, he leans down to get eye level with you, “You’ll be good right?”
Open mouthed kisses pepper onto your jawline before they eventually make it up to your ear, “You’ll take it all for us?”
When he hears nothing but a drunken whimper rip through your throat, a prideful smirk curls his lips as he mutters to himself, “So cute..”
The sudden ring of your phone is what makes you open your eyes. The DND had automatically shut off due to the schedule you had set for it, allowing for all calls to come through.
You dread who might be at the other end, when you pick up the device you’re relieved to see it read Scam Likely. Phew, you never thought you’d be so grateful to see the two words on your screen.
Having hit decline, you groan when you read the time, 6:32PM, you've slept the day away and now it’s gonna fuck up your sleep schedule. Great…
Clumps of notifications display on your lock screen, you scroll down some before you see the messages you’d previously chosen to ignore. Your inquisitiveness gets the best of you, fingers hover momentarily before deciding to click to open the texts.
hey channie [10:25]: been 15 minutes just letting u know I don’t miss you at all, didn’t even notice u were gone actually…
hey channie [10:47]: how’d it go with mark? If he doesn’t want the food I’ll take it ;)
hey channie [12:54]: umm taeyong’s asking if u made it home safe?? lmk
hey channie [12:56]: lmao nvm forgot I had ur location, rest up!
The messages brought a smile to your face, not that you had registered that.
It’s already been a couple of hours, plus he knew you were home so you didn’t feel the need to respond.
Mark hadn’t texted, only the two calls, you knew he had your location too so you didn’t bother updating the boy. What would you even say, “haha hey bestie, I know we just dry humped each other and I left mid-make out, but I just wanna let you know I made it home safe :)” like… what?
You decide to focus your efforts on making yourself a meal instead. The fridge is filled with any base ingredients you’d need for a simple meal, but your brain isn’t generating anything.
A lightbulb goes off in your head. Immediately, you begin to rummage through kitchen cabinets, after the third one you find it.
The bulk packet of ramen Mark had brought one of the nights you had hosted a sleepover at your place.
You laugh to yourself, recalling the memory. Yes, all the boys would be there but a 24 pack of ramen? He was so unserious for that.
When you all stared at him in humored disbelief he protested, “It was on sale!”
Johnny was the first to open his mouth, “I don’t know guys, do you think we have enough for everyone?” After Johnny started everyone took it as their queue to pile on, and once everyone starts it's kind of hard to stop…
Mark just threw his head back in feigned annoyance, he fought back his giggles as he pushed out his only counter, “Wow man—, I just.. One day you guys will thank me for this..” You all laughed in his face that day but what do you know, he was right.
You think it’d stop there right?
Wrong!
That same day Haechan had been the last to arrive, his location said he was at the convenience store not too far from your house so you didn’t worry much. A few minutes later you hear your doorbell go off, all the boys knew your house code so that was strange. You head to unlock the door, only to be met with 3 cases of Milkis and a beaming Haechan. You couldn’t believe it, at least Mark was thoughtful about it, you know?
Do you want to know how many members considered themselves Milkis enjoyers?
One.
You leaned against the wall out of laughter, shoulders bouncing up and down, knowing your home would become the sanctuary that held these fucking things for the next however long it would take him to drink them all.
You’re trying to catch your breath, “Lemme guess, they were on sale?”
His smile doesn't falter, “What, No? Whenever I go to the shop they never have this flavor but today they did!” He pushes past the threshold to remove his shoes, as his presence becomes acknowledged laughter erupts in your living room, his contentment remains unaffected, moving to settle the cases on your island, “Now, where should I put them?” He’s talking to himself because by the time you trail him into the kitchen, he was already stowing them away in your pantry.
72 cans of Milkis in your pantry and guess how many he's drunk so far?
Four. Unbelievable.
It's a memory you'll never forget.
Well, I mean let’s face it, even if you did try to, the remaining 68 cans of Milkis in your apartment would be there to remind you.
As the water boils for your ramen you finish chopping up some veggies. You remind yourself to search for your favorite seasoning to add to the broth, and that's when it hits you. It's in the pantry…
Goddamnit.
You hesitantly open the small doors, eyes are met with shelves that hold all types of seasonings, oils, powders, and really anything that you deemed necessary for cooking. Plus those goddamn drinks...
Low eyes stare at the aluminum cans with contempt. If you were being honest you’d never tried them, they could be the most delicious thing on planet earth but you’d never know, for the sole reason that they’re advertised as ~carbonated milk~. What would that even taste like? Your brain can't make up a texture or flavor for it, like, was it fizzy? Was it thick? What was it?
Well… No better time to find out than now! I mean, it's not like you had anything better to do.
You quickly snatch the seasoning, a can, and slam the little doors shut.
Having set the canned milk on your island, you move to finish up with the ramen. It's not long before you‘re setting up the food on the small table in the living room.
When you finally sit down you pause, getting a good look at the meal.
A quiet chuckle leaves you when you realize that even in your own home, miles away from either of them, you couldn’t escape the two people you were set on avoiding this evening.
The audacity…
—
You’re patiently summoning the courage to try the milk.
Restlessness takes over, fuck it. You crack open the can mid meal, opting not to get a whiff of it before taking a swig.
You let the flavor settle in your mouth, I mean it’s not horrible… It’s almost like a slightly carbonated version of yakult…
You set it down, returning to the bowl of food, not noticing the way you pick up the can after every couple of mouthfuls. It's not until you bring it up to your mouth completely overturned that you realize it's empty.
You can’t believe this shit.
Years of constant bashing on him for this one drink, only to enjoy every sip… This has got to be some sort of sick joke.
How are you going to keep this a secret? What about the next time you guys go eat?
This is going to be so hard to hide..
—
By the time you finish your meal, only about 30 minutes have passed. You can't go lay down because of some belief Taeyong had instilled into you, so you opt for a deep clean of your house, just a little something to help you clear your head.
First the kitchen, next was the living room since it was so close, you sanitized the bathrooms, changed the sheets in the guest room, tidied up your office, dusted off the balcony, then eventually picked up whatever was out of place in the bedroom.
This was supposed to bring you some sort of piece but your thoughts only became more jumbled up than ever.
Every crevice of your home was covered by them, all of them. They’d helped you move in, helped furnish the place, created art for your walls. You couldn’t escape them, not that you wanted to but it's just that you needed space to really truly think about how you wanted to go about this predicament you've brought onto yourself.
All these years as friends, it feels as if someone picked you up and plunged you into the middle of the sea; these waters were uncharted, unpredictable, and unswaying. You hardly doubt a life jacket would be able to be of much help if things did perhaps get out of hand.
It'd just be a matter of time to see if you did hold up against the waves of an unruly sea.
—
Days have gone by, four to be exact. The groupchat popped off every so often, the boys were on break after all. You’d exchanged a couple messages with Johnny and Taeyong, they'd been the ones to personally check up on you after not seeing you respond in the groupchat, a day or two of your absence was fine, normal even, but four? That’s unusual for you.
You like to think that you successfully brushed them off because they both let up.
Neither Mark or Haechan had contacted you since.
—
You decided you needed some time to sort out your thoughts, you had a friend who owned a cute little bed and breakfast near the sea, for whatever miraculous reason they had a vacancy, lucky you.
—
The sound of waves was your only company for the next couple of days. You spent most of your time walking around the small town you’d never been to before, asking locals for recommendations on food and cool spots to see, they were more than happy to offer their opinion, so it was a good time.
Like every 20 something, you posted your adventures on your instagram story. Haechan had swiped up. You open up the message once you returned to the accommodation after one of your excursions,
haechanahceah [9:28]: ahh so this is what you’re ignoring us for… it's all coming together now...
You liked the message, typing up a response when you see the three little dots on the corner of the screen. Another message hits,
haechanahceah [9:28]: did you try the crab, it's famous there
Hah, did I try the crab..
You sent him the picture you’d previously taken at a restaurant earlier that day. You made sure to get a before and after of your meal. The first one was the beautifully plated dish on the huge wooden table, the second one was literally just the hollowed out crab shell piled up onto the plate, you threw in a bitten paper napkin for comedic effect.
you [9:29]: i mean…it was alright…
haechanahceah [9:29]: 😭😭😭😭
When his text bubbles appear again, your attention is brought to what he said earlier.
you [9:30]: crazy because how’d you know crabs are famous here haechannie 🤔, do you make it a habit of keeping tabs on me?
Oh if you could see the look on his face when he read that… His hands immediately drop the phone and plop against his face.
You laugh when you see the text bubbles appear and reappear like three times before finally getting a response.
He takes way more than a second to savor the new pet name.
haechanahceah [9:33]: how about we focus on the picture you sent, don't think i didn't see the can of milkis on that table, did you really miss my presence that much?
You have to physically pick up your jaw from the floor. You'd unintentionally exposed the one thing you had vowed to keep away from him. damn… you really can’t trust anybody, not even yourself…
haechanahceah [9:33]: you probably just ordered one and acted like i was there didn’t you? because i know for a fact you hate those..
It's his turn to laugh when he sees the text bubbles appearing and disappearing, his smile quickly fades as he reads your lie message,
you [9:34]: on the house actually, the waiter said i was cute 😊 and i mean who am i to deny a gift from such a pretty man 🤔
haechanahceah [9:34]: haha where’d you go again, just curious bc i’ve been craving some crab for a while now..
you [9:35]: phew gotta go! that dinner really tired me out, talk to you later 😁😁
haechanahceah [9:35]: now how exactly does diner tire one out 🤨
you [9:36]: sorry what? i’m sleeping rn 😴
haechanahceah [9:36]: 😐
haechanahceah [9:36]: goodnight 🙄
you [9:36]: goodnight 🤫
This was the first time you guys had spoken to each other since, well you know, since that day.
He was just himself, it felt like nothing had changed and that took the burden off your shoulders. I mean would you be able to be alone with him in a room? Hmmm no. But still, the interaction brought you some peace of mind. You were able to enjoy the rest of your visit smoothly.
—
You set to leave the accommodation earlier in the day to miss all of the traffic. When you get home you’re spent, and even though you just drove for hours, you find it in yourself to unpack.
You had washed all your clothes before leaving, so really all that's left to do is put it away, something you accomplished in about 45 minutes because you were moving like a snail.
When you finish you fling yourself onto the couch, sitting in silence, absentmindedly scrolling through your socials. As you’re about to peel yourself off the couch, the chime of your doorbell goes off.
???
You’re surprised to find Mark at your door, white plastic bags in hand. A smile settles on your face at the unexpected visit, “Umm what’s up… Is everything okay?”. He eyes you up and down before smiling in awe, “Wooooow, you totally forgot didn’t you?”
You bring your phone up to get a look at the date, “Hmmm, it's not anyone’s birthday, and you guys already dropped the album so—“ Ahhhh..
He laughs when you finally realize what he’s there for.
The boys always liked to rent out a place whenever promotions ended, just as a way to celebrate their hard work. This tradition usually took place about a week or so after their activities concluded.
If you were being honest the whole thing slipped from you mind, especially the part where you and Mark had lost a game of rock paper scissors that last time you all got together, making the two of you in charge of buying all the necessary food for the house. Funny, the fate of everyone’s appetite was now in the hands of two most clueless people when it came to cooking. They really should’ve thought this one through..
“Oh my god that’s—“
“Tomorrow, yup! I brought us some food to munch on while we decide our meal plan.”
You realize you hadn’t let him in so you step aside, “Dude I was actually starving, it’s like you read my mind.” He just wiggles his fingers through the handles of the plastic bag as he's slipping off his sneakers, “Oii telepathy~”
He walks in as if he’s in his own home. While he’s accustomed to eating at the table, he sets the food in the living room, your preferred eating spot.
You settle next to him on the floor, eyes going wide when you realize he’s brought your favorite dish from that one restaurant you’re always on about, “There’s no way that this is what I think it is…”, he just looks at you with that classic goofy smile, “What would you do if I told you that it is tho..”
He’s crazy. Absolutely insane. This place is 40 minutes away (…to and from) and always packed.
“Wooow so this is the power of being an idol… Y’all hiring by any chance?”
He cackles at your words, “Auditions are every Saturday, I’ll put in a good word if you’re down.”
You’re both playing around but you think about what that would be like, the fame and money— the constant scrutiny and complete lack of privacy— sometimes you wonder how they did it…
You brush off the thought before you dive too deep, not wanting to ruin the moment, “Yeah maybe they’ll have you debut with me too.”
He snorts out the water he was sipping from his nose, droplets of it land on your skin, causing your laughter to fill the room.
It takes a second for the two of you to settle down, and even when you do regain your breaths, the both of you lose it the second your eyes meet.
Being in his vicinity isn’t as nerve wracking as you imagined it would be, everything is happening like normal, no tension or questioning, just comfort.
The laughter doesn't fizzle out as the two of you continue to devour the food in your takeout boxes. You’re the first to finish, “How is it that good every time?”, Mark sets his empty box next to yours on the table, “Dude I dont think I’ll ever get sick of it.”
“Dang you know what would hit right now?” Silence fills your apartment for the first time since his arrival.
Eyes wander before they land on each other, the next words leave your mouth in unison, “Something sweet..”
There’s no need for any further instruction. You simultaneously head towards the door, making sure to get your keys and wallet before heading out.
“Ok so we’ll get our snack first, then we can go do the grocery shopping, deal?” Mark nods contentedly at the itinerary you've set, “What are we feeling for the snack tho?”
Hmmmm, anything would work really, he already settled for your favorite for lunch so it seems fair to let him pick.
You toss him your car keys, he almost misses them but his reflexes show out, “Surprise me!” He pauses for a moment, throwing you a smile before he opens the door to settle into the driver's seat.
The tight squeeze of your seat is immediately felt. Before moving to adjust it, he glares at you in amazement, “Wo— dude I can't believe you live like this.” His genuine tone of concern makes the sentence ten times funnier than it is.
“Dang… If that's how you feel, imagine Johnny?” You both laugh picturing the tall boy cramming into your seat.
You watch Mark fiddle with the mirrors, making sure to get a clear view of all his angles, smiling to yourself when you catch him checking himself out in the rear view mirror. You make sure to quickly look away so he doesn’t find out you stole a glance.
“Ok, all buckled up?”
Once you confirm for him, the key turns on the ignition. Naturally, you move to pick up your phone, “Okayyy, what are the vibes we’re feeling right now?”, You scroll through spotify, set on matching whatever descriptor he’d say.
He hums in thought while placing a hand on the backside of your seat in order to back out of the parking space. The smell of his shampoo inundated your senses, causing you to look upwards at him. It's hard not to oggle the veins running down his neck, the smooth surface you were once so close to.
You suck in a small breath at his proximity, silently reprimanding yourself when small blurbs pop up into your mind, remembering the way he touched you.
He unconsciously tucks a bit of his lower lip in between his teeth, concentrating on making sure it's clear for him to back out. It felt like he was doing this on purpose— something to test your will.
Frankly, even if that was the case, you’re too captivated to speak on it.
His hand doesn’t leave your seat once he’s fully out of the spot. Before he shifts to face forward again his eyes meet with yours, your faces are inches apart when lets out his answer, “Hmm, you can just play anything you want, I always liked your music taste anyways.” The pad of this thumb softly grazes the headrest as he speaks to you, silently wishing it was gliding against your cheek instead.
His lips curve up at you before he nods, zeroing in on your eyes, “Ok?”
Why’d he have to make such a simple word sound so pleasant?
His tone was oozing softness and it was messing with your head. You wanted to hear it in your ear, whispering whatever he’d be willing to spew out for you.
I’ve got to get a grip.
Your gaze doesnt leave his as you nod in response. Honestly, you hadn’t picked up on a single word he had said, your brain was too busy focusing instead on the two lettered word that was replaying in your head.
When you finally tear your eyes away from him, you’re surprised that you even clicked on a playlist, it had to be muscle memory saving you from the embarrassment of asking him to repeat himself.
A tender expression envelops his face as his orbs linger on you a bit after you break eye contact. He doesn’t give you the time to notice though, quickly fixing his stare forward in order to make his way to get that sweet treat you two had been talking about.
The drive is comfortably quiet, your music is successfully drowning out whatever thoughts that had resurfaced earlier in the parking lot.
Smooth melodies trickle out of the speakers, your hums snuck out every once in a while. The sounds you’re letting out are music to Mark’s ears. They weren’t blatant, in fact, it was an absentminded thing.
When he stops for a red light he peeks over at you, sighing in relief when he realizes you're staring out the window. This way he’s able to fully take in the image of you without having to worry about coming up with an excuse as to why he was even looking at you in the first place.
He admires the way the sleeves of your cozy knit sweater are long enough to cover your knuckles, the way loose strands of your hair fall onto your face. The glow of the light turning green is what redirects his attention back to the road. His observation was short lived, but he’d remember it, he was certain of that.
Strums of a guitar is what snaps you out of your daydream. Your fingers move to turn the volume up, knowing that Mark also enjoys the song that's just begun.
You’re quiet, wanting to hear his voice as the verse begins,
you don’t know babe, when you hold me
and kiss me slowly, it’s the sweetest thing…
Polished vocals bless your ears. A smile creeps up on his face when you join him for the pre chorus,
you’re the coffee that i need in the morning
you’re my sunshine in the rain when it's pouring
won’t you give yourself to me? give it all, oh…
As the chorus begins he moves to turn down the volume. The action catches you off guard, traces of concern are embedded into your words, “What’s the matter? I thought we liked this song?”
We… That sounds so good leaving your lips. He takes a moment to savor the single syllable.
“We do,” he pauses for a moment, “I just want to hear you,”
You shoot him a quizzical glare, doing everything in your power to fight back a grin. He continues again after sensing your resistance, “Come on, I can’t vouch for you if I don't know what you sound like! Think of it as like your first round of auditions.”
You're silent, waiting for him to drop it, playfully scoffing when you realize that he's dead serious right now. Seconds of silence go by before you inevitably give into his request, “Ok… But you can't get mad when I replace you as SM’s top ace!”
Hmm top ace… Is that how you viewed him? Did you really keep up with his performances and activities that much? The thought of it has his heart beating faster than usual.
You obnoxiously clear your throat before you begin the chorus, as you’re about to push the lyrics out, you cut yourself off, nudging his shoulder softly, “Start it with me?”
He doesn’t think he’s ever heard you sound so unsure of yourself so he obliges on the spot, starting off slowly,
i just wanna see
i just wanna see how beautiful you are
You slowly gain confidence, looking up at him as the lyrics leave your mouth,
you know that i see it, i know you’re a star
where you go i follow, no matter how far
His heart rate is picking up with every second that passes by. The words leaving your mouth sounded like they could be only for him, resembling that of an open confession. The steering wheel is beginning to feel slippery under his grip.
He’s not accompanying your voice anymore but you continue on,
if life is a movie, know you’re the best part, ooh
you’re the best part, ooh
best part
You finish. The soft hum of your car’s engine is the only noise you hear, you bask in the voiceless atmosphere before chiming in, a smugness palpable in your tone, “Speechless huh,” your voice pipes down to a quiet whisper, speckled in disbelief , “…was I really that good?”
Mark finds a spot in the road and pulls over. You take in the surroundings, there’s no ambulance, no accident in the middle of the road, and the store is still a couple blocks out, why stop here?
He shuts the engine off, taking his time to turn and face his body towards you. Your breaths turn shallow as his eyes bore into yours, a small muscle in your jaw clenches when you feel warm hands settle onto your shoulders. Time stops as he’s inching near your face, his gaze is unrelenting, painted with something undecipherable.
After what felt like an eternity (no more than two seconds) he finally opens his mouth to speak, “Dude I’m sorry,” The grip on your shoulder gradually tightens with each word that spills past his lips, the act causes a frisson of anticipation to trickle down your spine.
You don’t fight his grasp, you don’t even dare to blink, in fear that you might miss something. You feel the heat rise in your face when you realize his lips are only a couple of inches from yours, “I can’t vouch for you,” you don’t even fully absorb what he’s saying but his tone is unconsciously compelling. Each word is stringing you along. You need more, you'd take anything; you’re not feeling particularly picky at the moment.
Your lips unconsciously part slightly, words are failing you so you resort to darting your eyes back and forth in between his in response, silently pleading him to continue.
And he does.
“Then I’d be out of a job!”
He playfully shakes you under his grasp, high pitched laughter echoes through the car. You stiffen for a few seconds, processing, slowly blinking away whatever desires were playing out in your head. The smacks on the steering wheel along with the car rocking with his motions is what grounds you back to this earth.
Sensibility seeps back into your system. You huff out a small breath, sucking at your teeth before shamefully looking out the window. A couple passerbyers meet your eyes, it’s clear someone had gotten the best of you, and it's as if they were in on it because they shoot you a smirk before carrying on.
His laughs don’t let up. You nod to yourself before a slight smile tugs at your lips. You shift to face him, hands flying to jab at his sides, “Ha. Ha. Ha.” Each syllable is accompanied by a prod of your finger. Even though he winces, his hysterics are only increasing by the second.
“Oh my god dude,” he raises his hand to swipe away the tears that have rolled down his cheeks from laughing so hard, “You should’ve seen the look on your face!”
You try to summon your composure, you can only imagine how foolish you looked, like a puppy begging their owner for a treat no doubt. What did he see from his point of view? You want to know, but your embarrassment is urging you to change the subject. “Mark come on dude, let’s go, I’m hungry!” When he turns to face you he’s dead silent, it doesn’t last long though because he breaks out into laughter after 3 seconds of holding your gaze.
You pinch at the bridge of your nose, slowly shaking your head side to side. After clearing his throat, he turns the keys in the ignition, “Okokokok, fine, we can go now.” Small giggles occasionally slip past his lips on the drive there.
He pretends not to notice the way you’re silently scrutinizing yourself for the way you turned into putty over a few seconds of eye contact and a touch of his fingers.
His eyes and his fingers… Did they always have this effect on you? He can’t help but wonder…
He turns up the volume dial to give you a sense of peace, smiling to himself when he hears you humming along again.
The rest of the drive goes without a hitch.
—
Mark is the one who orders the desert, it's his spot after all. You focus on saving a booth for the two of you.
He joins you after ordering, “It should be a couple of minutes, they’ll bring it to the table.”, you prop your elbows onto the table, clasping your hands together, “Cool, can I ask what we got or is it gonna be a surprise?”
We… There you go using that word again.
He takes a second to ponder, “Hmmmm… How about a surprise?”. You accept, nodding off as you take in the small place.
Its mostly white interior takes on a more tarnished yellow appearance, you’re about 95% sure it's from old age. Neon signs are plastered on the front windows, its walls are decorated with vintage memorabilia and there’s a group of little kids hovering around the single standing pac-man machine that sits in the corner. It's a proper ice cream parlor shop, nothing short of charming. You imagine what it must’ve looked like in its prime.
You and Mark dissect the nostalgia covering the walls, before you know it a server comes with your deserts in hand. An extra tall fountain glass with two straws is set in the center of your table, along with two slices of what you make out to be strawberry filled cake. Everything looks so delicious.
Before he moves to touch anything you stop him, “Wait! You already know I have to document this!” He lets out a sigh, his supposed attitude doesn't match his actions though, moving to stage the items in a way that would create the best picture.
Once you find the optimal angle you snap the pic, he puts up a small peace sign when your flash goes off. You add a poll next to the milkshake, right under Mark's hand, “y’all there’s this boy in my yard should i let him in 🤔“ you giggle to yourself before adding it to your close friend's story, “Perfect! Let’s dig in!”
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Haechan is sitting around in his room, there’s not much he did today. He spent most of his time hanging out on the 5th floor with Taeil; they ordered in, listened to some music, played some video games, the usual. He came back downstairs when Taeil said he was heading out to the gym, not wanting to partake.
On his way downstairs he had bumped into Mark, the boy had mentioned something about food in the groupchat so he didn’t bother asking where he was headed too, wishing him safe travels instead. It had been a couple of hours since that interaction.
After a few hours of gaming with Jeno, he decides on splaying himself onto the mattress, putting on a drama for some bgm as he opens up his phone. He jumps on twitter, lurking the halls of ncity for a few minutes, screenshotting some of the unhinged tweets he sees, sending them into the groupchat.
After having a good laugh he moves onto bubble, typing up a message that slightly references said tweets, something to stir the pot. When he sees the flood of messages come through he responds to a few before deciding to move onto instagram.
Immediately he notices the green ring around your profile, so he clicks on it. He noticed the tall milkshake glass first, hmm two straws… Who’s she with?
His eyes continue to examine the photo and that's when they land on the hand on top of the poll, Is that…
The shine on that Cartier ring is unmistakable… You’re with Mark?
Something bubbles up in his stomach looking at the photo. He didn’t even know you were back to begin with. You had no obligation to text him upon your arrival but a small part of him kind of hoped you would’ve…
There’s something about picturing you and Mark out together… Alone…
Did you two always do this?
He dives off the deep end when he realizes how long ago he’d seen him, were you with him since then?
His fingers quickly move to open find my friends, when he sees you’re both at a little dessert shop, he lets out a small sigh of relief. Nothing would happen in public, he doesn’t have to worry.
But he does though, very much.
The mere thought of you and Mark out together, sharing a milkshake like that is eating him up inside. I mean, how could it not, he’s seen the movies…
Did the two of you share that longing stare as you simultaneously took a sip out of it? When you looked at him, was your smile so sickeningly sweet that it put the liquid dessert to shame? The dude is loaded, he could’ve easily just bought two individual ones…
He feels insane because he knows it's childish, he knows he shouldn’t be this worked up over it… But he is though.
He groans softly into his hands. He wanted to swipe up with something witty like he always did, but he can’t come up with anything.
He huffs, eyeing over the photo one last time before clicking in his answer on your poll, “no”.
—
When you guys finished up dessert you got back in your car, making your way to the store. You opened the groupchat for the first time in a week, sending in a selfie of you holding up a peace sign,
you [5:58]: store run for the celebration, speak now or starve!!!
“jyani loved an image”
“woo <3 loved an image”
“5 others have loved an image”
woo <3 [6:00]: she’s alive omg ;)
yuta 😈 [6:01]: 🎉🎉🎉
jyani [6:01]: thank god… these people were getting boring 🤭
tyong 💞 [6:01]: play nice!!!
jae 🍑 [6:01]: lol
hey channie [6:01]: she was gone?
You scoff, this fool.
you [6:03]: guyssss!! i missed y’all too (haechan..hmm debatable), believe it or not, y’all are kind of… what’s the word i’m looking for…
jyani [6:03]: sexy?
tyong 💞 [6:03]: like family 🫶
woo <3 [6:03]: lovely~~?
yuta 😈 [6:04]: manly 💪🤔
jae 🍑 [6:04]: cool 😎
hey channie [6:04]: hot 😏
doie :) [6:04]: You guys, we really need food for this trip.
You liked every message except Haechan’s.
you [6:05]: yeah please tho lmao ^^^
They call up the members who aren’t responding to the text to get their requests, when they finally compile a list you state your goodbyes,
you [6:10]: ok I’ll see u guys soon, we’ll talk then!
you [6:10]: btw jae u win, the answer was cool 😎
“jae 🍑 loved a message”
jae 🍑 [6:11]: as expected 🏆
You take a screenshot of the list and shove your phone in your pocket.
Haechan stays for a second, scrolling up in the conversation, I mean she didn’t say we’re not NOT hot…
—
Shopping was a success, Mark knocked down one display but he helped pick it up so the workers weren’t too angry, tbh i think they kind of felt a little bad when they saw his face lmao…
You guys vote on storing the groceries at the dorms, they had more fridges, plus they’d be able to help with the unloading.
He parks your car and the two of you immediately blow up the chat, Johnny is the first to come out and honestly that’s really all you needed. He takes most of the bags in his hands, leaving a couple for you and Mark. Mark takes the heaviest out of what’s left and leaves you the rest. It’s the snack bags so really, you’re carrying 50% air.
As you shut the trunk, Haechan makes his appearance. He holds the door open for Mark, the boy starts commenting as he sees him approach the door, “Sheesh those look heavy,” He continues his sentence when the boy is near the threshold, “I’d help out, but I just hard carried my team so…” He flashes him a limp wrist.
Mark just brushes past him, picking up the pace because even though he won’t show it, the handles are starting to dig into his skin.
That leaves you in the dust with Haechan.
You leisurely step towards the door he’s holding open, “Finally decide on blessing us with your presence?” His hair is still damp, you can tell he’d just showered not too long ago, he’s sporting a relaxed hoodie with some shorts, along with that smug grin that never seems to leave his face. You shrug your shoulders, “I have to do my charity work every once in a while, appearances, you know the deal…”
The conversation continues as two of you wait in front of the elevator doors, synthetic gratitude drapes over his words as he stretches his arm out towards you, “Oh my, how generous of you.” He’s signaling for you to drop the bags into his hands, you let them fall into them, bringing your now free hand to pluck some non-existent lint off of his shoulders, “Miss me?” Your tone is playful, edging on mischievous even, but you can’t help but seriously wonder.
Playfulness had always been your default with Haechan, a battle of dominance. The two of you were too witty for your own good. Someone’s gotta back down eventually, and if he were to be completely frank, he doesn’t feel like throwing in the towel today.
His focus tears from the hall lantern indicator to size you up, “What answer are you looking to hear?” When you go rigid over his words he leans into your ear, “What, been gone so long that I make you nervous now?” His smugness is palpable, you can practically hear the smirk in his voice.
You’re not gonna let him win, you’d had a great day, you're not gonna give him the satisfaction. You draw nearer to his ear, taking in a small breath, pausing for a second before you respond in a captivating whisper, “You’d like that wouldn’t you?” The ding of the elevator doors opening is what severs the mutually fixed goading.
Thank god.
You pull away from his side, not sparing him a single glance as you make your way into the elevator, you regret not doing so, was he as affected as you right now?
—
He was. More than you, more than anything you'd be able to conjure up in your head.
—
Once everything’s put away you hang out with the boys a bit before deciding to head out; Jungwoo, Mark, Haechan, and Johnny walk you down to your car when you say your goodbyes.
Johnny shuts your car door once you've fixed your seat back into place, “See you tomorrow then, yeah?”, You flash him a smile, “Can’t wait!”
You make eye contact with the rest of the boys standing behind his tall figure, “I’ll see you guys! Try to rest up till then.” They all nod in unison.
Before you fully pull out of your spot your eyes seek out Mark, “Dude, and thanks for spending the day with me I had a lot of fun!” He grins at your words, “Yeah! We’ll go again soon! Drive safe, text me when you get home!”
Haehcan rolls his eyes, first he gets to spend the day with you and now he gets a directed goodbye PLUS a goodnight text? Who does he think he is? He jumps in front of the boy, voice chiming in louder than ever, “Yeah! Let us know!”
With that, you’re off.
—
You opt for messaging the chat, it’ll be easier that way,
you [8:54]: made it home, y’all can sleep peacefully now 😴
“tyong 💞 loved a message”
“doie :) liked a message”
“mr.moon & yuta 😈 laughed at a message”
jae 🍑 [8:55]: 💯
woo <3 [8:55]: iceee 💎 ~
jyani [8:56]: knew you could do it 😃
markly [8:56]: lolll ^^^ goodnight!!!
hey channie [8:57]: sweet dreams 🧸
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Pounding on your door is what stirs you out of sleep.
You lay in silence, deliberating whether or not to answer it because only a fucking physcopath would be at you door at 5:06AM; I didn’t seem like you’d have much of a choice in the matter because whoever's on the other side doesn’t let up.
*bang* *bang* *bang*
You gotta applaud this person’s persistence, hoarse words fight their way through your throat, “I’m coming damn, RELAX.”
The assault on your door only comes to an end when you open it. Tired eyes are greeted by a sweatsuit-clad Haechan, car keys circling around his index finger, “Jesus christ, took you long enough, let’s go.”
Confusion is evident in the way your brows furrow at him, “Go? Go where!?—It's literally five in the morning Haechan.”
“You cannot be serious right now, please tell me you’re at least packed?”
Oh, he’s talking about the celebration…
“Dude why this early though, with no heads up or anything?” You turn your back towards him to walk into your living room, he follows suit, “I don’t make the rules, I’m just following my leader’s orders so…”
You stop in your tracks, leader as in Taeyong? The light of everyone’s life, Taeyong? Do no harm, always looking out for everyone’s best interest, Taeyong?
You immediately redirect your steps to your room to fling whatever warm clothes you can find into one of your suitcases. Haechan starts talking again but you cut him off before he can get to his point, the bitterness of being woken up abruptly this morning is seeping into your tone, “Give me ONE second”
He throws his hands up in defense, plopping himself on your couch as he waits for you to come out again. When you do, you can feel his eyes on you longer than you’d like.
It’s way too early to deal with him, you don’t have the power to hold back the daggers you’re sending in his direction, “What.”
He eyes you up and down, “Don’t look at me like that, it's turning me on.”
“You’re such a caveman.”
He pretends to pick some lice out of his armpit then shoves it in his mouth, looking at you with the straightest face he’s ever mustered, “ooga booga.”
The small action decimates the bad mood you’d woken up with, he lights up when he sees a broad smile take over your features, standing up to reach for your suitcase, “Ok now come on, I’ll bring this downstairs.”
––
When you get to the car you’re in shock, it’s… empty?
“Where’s everyone else?”
“Taeyong told us to set up, that they'd meet us at the place.”
You don’t question it, Taeyong always had a reason for doing something. He was a very coordinated person, so you accept, nodding to haechan before seating yourself in the passenger seat.
He sets a playlist before pulling away from your house.
When the two of you make it onto the freeway the cogs in your head begin to turn. “Why would he send you and not Mark when we were the ones who got the punishment?”
There you go, always bringing up Mark…
“I just take the orders, do you want me to take you back?”
You’re heedful of the way his tone switches up at the mere mention of the boy, pocketing that knowledge for later.
You never know when it may come in handy…
You over exaggerate your tone, throwing your hands up in defense, “Sheesh, just asking, no need to get all hostile.”
His only response is an uninterested “hmmm”
––
The drive was a couple hours, not that it felt that long, you’d fallen asleep to the sound of Haechan’s voice singing along to his playlist.
The motion of the tires on unpaved land is what wakes you up from your slumber. You stretch out, taking a look at your surroundings. The sun shines on thick coats of white that cover everything that meets your naked eye; now is when you realize that you might have packed a bit too lightly for this type of weather…
“Well, well, well, sleeping beauty’s finally up.”
You inch close to him, complacency coats your words, “So you think I’m beautiful?”
Yes.
“Wow. You’re so easily affected… You know, I wouldn't be surprised if you were swindled in the near future.”
“That wasn’t a no!”
“It wasn’t a yes either.”
You roll your eyes before settling back into your seat, reaching your arms out in front of the car heaters to get a bit of warmth.
It's a private camp, small cabins and pine trees are littered across the acres of land. He eventually pulls up to the driveway of what you assume is the spot you guys had rented out. It seems to be the main cabin, a story taller than the rest of the cozy spots you’d driven past.
Once the car shuts off you unbuckle, when you open the door to the car you’re met with the brisk air nipping at your cheeks.
You move to the trunk as quickly as possible to get the stuff and head into the closed off walls that would shield you from the cold.
You open the trunk, staring at the space in disbelief, shocked to see that it only held three things; your suitcase, his suitcase, and a couple measly bags of groceries.
Shivers can be heard through your voice as you question him, “Where’s everything else?” He looks at you like you’re crazy, “What do you mean everything else? This is all you gave me to bring down at your place.”
You’re so lost, “Didn’t Taeyong send us here to set up? What are we supposed to be setting up?”
“Ohh–That!” He smiles to himself before bringing his eyes up to meet with yours, “Yeah that was a lie.”
Your body stills by the car as he’s moving to set your things inside, “What do you mean a lie?”
He pauses at the door before entering the cabin, “Yeah you know, something that isn’t the truth? Fake? Not real?”
You don’t move from your spot, trying to process why he’d make something like that up.
“Hurry up and come inside, we’ll freeze out here!”
After a few seconds of contemplation, your trembling body follows him into the cabin.
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Once he removes his shoes Haechan immediately moves to turn on the heating system, letting out a soft sigh of relief when he hears the small clicks, signifying that it’d only be a matter of time before the place warmed up.
When you make it inside you take in the lodging. Everything’s perfect, detailed wood interiors make the place seem like a movie set, it’s fully furnished with anything anyone might possibly need; logs of firewood near the fireplace, sets of games stacked in a small corner, decorative throws sprinkled onto the couches to provide that extra warmth. It was the epitome of a dream vacation spot.
You venture off into the wide hallways that eventually lead you upstairs, peeking into the rooms that housed made up beds and sets of pajamas in the closets. When you return back to the kitchen you curiously open up the fridge, only to find that it’s fully stocked.
The two of you meet again in the living room once you’ve finished scoping the place, “This place is literally set, why would you bring us here this early.”
He tosses himself on the couch, throwing one of the complimentary blankets over himself, “Why not?”
The back of his head looks so punchable right now…
When he doesn’t immediately get a response he turns to face you, “Scared you might fall for me if we’re by ourselves for too long?”
You crinkle your face as if you’ve just gotten a taste of a sour candy, “Ugh, get over yourself.”
He lets a couple seconds go by before opening his mouth again, “That wasn’t a no—”
“Wasn’t a yes either!”
—
After properly looking up the weather forecast this time you realize that you have, in fact, packed too lightly. This could’ve been avoided if you weren’t delirious while leaving your house. Booo.
You stomp out of one of the rooms you’d nestled in, “Can you take me to the store?”
He doesn’t peel his eyes off the TV before answering you, “What for?”
“It’s a yes or no question.”
He offers you a glance before returning his eyes to the thick television that came with the place, “Ok let's go then.”
You quickly head to the room you picked out upon arriving, trying to put on enough layers to shield you from the cold. Before heading back into the living room, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the large floor mirror that seemed to be placed in every room.
This is ridiculous, everything’s mismatched and you look three times bigger than your size from trying to compensate for the lack of well insulated clothing.
When you finally make it back downstairs, Haechan takes one look at you before bursting into laughter, “You can’t be serious right now.”
You’re tapping your feet onto the hardwood floors, “This wouldn’t be happening if SOMEONE would’ve informed me that they’d be picking me up!”
He’s cackling, walking past you as he makes his way up to his room, which out of all the rooms in the house, had been conveniently placed next to yours.
After a couple minutes he comes back with a thick black puffer jacket in hand, “Please put this on, I’m begging you.”
A smirk makes its way to your face, “Do you always pack an extra jacket or did you bring this one just for me?”
Yes, it’s obviously just for you, no one else wears womens sizes.
He cranes lower towards you, dusting non existent particles off your first layer of clothing, “Has it ever occurred to you that maybe the world doesn’t revolve around you?”
You take a second to ponder, from anyone’s point of view it’d seem like you’re really putting some thought into your response, “Hmmm, I don’t know dude, that doesn’t even sound right to be honest.”
The seriousness in your face is what sends him into a laughing fit. You leave the boy in shambles as you waddle away, making your way up to your room to peel off the layers of clothing in order to slip into the jacket.
After a while had passed, Haechan began to wonder what had been taking you so long, you’d been so eager to go, what’s the hold up now?
He gives you a few additional minutes and when you don’t make it down he heads up to check up on you.
As he’s approaching your door he sees that it’s slightly cracked, confusion blooms when he doesn’t hear any movement, so he steps closer.
When he’s millimeters away from pushing the door open his eyes finally spot you. He’s left stunned. There you were, removing the last piece of layers from your body. Your bare back was all he saw for seconds, contracting as you lifted your arms up to slide on what seemed to be a thicker undershirt. When he sees you tucking it into your sweats he slowly backs away, lightly thumping into the wall behind him, out of the crack’s viewpoint.
Holy shit.
He’d seen your body before, hell, he’d changed you the night you threw up on yourself. But that didn’t stop his heart from nearly escaping his chest when he got the privilege to see it again. He’s trying to erase the newly printed image of you out of his head, not wanting to seem like a freak who spied on you for his pleasure. It was an accident after all.
Haechan is still propped against the wall, trying to let the air fully inflate his lungs, eyes screwed shut as he's attempting to regain his composure. The creek of your door opening startles him, causing a scream to rip through his throat. You jump when you hear the high pitched noise, “AHHH— Dude what the fu—” you immediately sink down to your knees when you get a look at his face, the pure horror displayed is what causes you to collapse onto the ground, holding onto your stomach from all the laughter that's escaping you.
The boy follows you shortly after, sliding down the wall until he meets you on the floor. Guffaws reverberate through the hallways of the empty cabin. When you both find it in each other up, a second wave of howling erupts. Tears are starting to stream down both of your faces.
You stand up slightly stumbling on your footing, anchoring yourself onto the threshold of your door to keep you upright. Soft whimpers leave you as you peer down at the boy who’s still rattling from laughter underneath you.
Even though you’re up from the ground, it takes minutes for you to enter back into this realm. A broad smile is still plastered across your face as you reach an arm out towards the floor that’s still cradling Haechan, “Come one dude I really need these clothes.” He counts his breaths before placing his palm into your own, “Yeah ok, let’s go.”
Giggles slip past both of your mouths on the way to the car, they don’t let up during the drive into town either.
—
You found exactly what you needed within 10 minutes of being in the store, but that didn't stop you and Haechan from looking around the shop.
He’d purposely bring you the most ridiculous pieces to try on, saying they’d look good. It’s not like you had much to do at the cabin so you indulged him, gradually compiling all the articles of clothing until your hands were full, then heading to the fitting rooms.
You’d pop out after each outfit change, posing in each of them while he took the liberty of taking pictures of you in the outfits. He’d taken on a faux persona, acting like an uppity designer, revealing in their creations on their prized model.
You’re sure the employees were given a show. They didn’t really mind the whole fiasco happening in front of them because the both of you hung everything in its rightful place after mutually determining which outfits looked the best on you.
Before heading up to pay you set him down on one of the seats they had, “Ok, hold these for a sec, I’m gonna go pee then we can head back.”
He nods, smiling as you scurry off to the restroom.
When you’re back he’s not there anymore, Typical.
One of the workers sees you combing through the shop with your eyes, she lightly taps your shoulder to get your attention, “Your boyfriend said he’d be outside.”
“The boy I was in here with?”
“Yeah, he asked me if I could let you know when you got out.”
Damn he couldn’t have waited inside?
“Oh haha ok, thanks for letting me know,” You’re about to walk out then you remember, “By any chance did you see where he left the clothes he had with him?”
She gives you a reassuring wave, “Oh yeah, he paid for it already.”
Your mouth turns into an o shape momentarily before thanking the worker once more, quickly heading outside to see the boy admiring the scenery, shopping bags in hand.
“Finally, it took you long enough.”
“You paid for my clothes?”
He shrugs, lugging his heavy boots towards the car, “It was my fault we had to come here anyways, I figured it was the least I could do.”
You trail behind him, surprised to see that he opens the passenger side of the door instead of heading towards the driver's side, “I’m driving back?”
“I actually kind of like living so… No.” He juts his chin out, motioning for you to take a seat in the car.
You pause outside of the vehicle, his sudden chivalrous attitude is taking you for a spin. Your eyes narrow at him, “Who are you and what have you done with my Haechan?”
‘My’ Haechan.
Your Haechan.
Your words began to ingeminate in his head.
The single possessive adjective had his knees buckling, not that he'd let it show, continuing to keep his cool, “Come on, I can feel the hypothermia setting in.” The way his lip trembles gets you to jump in the car, buckling up to head back to the cabin.
—
He’s peacefully laying down on the small couch in the living room, skipping through the tv channels when you sit yourself on top of his legs. When he doesn’t react, you wiggle around, light laughter leaves him as he concedes, sitting up to make room for you to join him on the sofa.
You snatch his blanket from his grasp when you lay down, an action he graciously ignores. He doesn’t mind it, instead taking the opportunity to sneak closer to you under the guise of wanting to be covered by the blanket.
Your legs are splayed over his lap now, he doesn’t budge at the sudden closeness.
You shift around until you're finally comfortable, nudging your legs into his stomach to get his attention. You can see his tongue poke through his cheeks, rolling his eyes before finally giving in, turning his head to face you. He’s not surprised to see that you’ve got the biggest grin on your face, “Wanna make us some food?”
How could he say no to that face?
“No.”
”Gonna be completely honest, that wasn’t the answer I was expecting.”
“Johnny just texted me, they’re like an hour and a half out, we should wait for them.”
You can wait a little longer, that should be fine.
“Ugh fine, when they get here can you make me the Haechan special?”
“Bet.”
—
Occasional bickering arose every time he’d flip the channel, he was set on finding the perfect movie. Before you knew it, your eyes had fluttered shut before you even got to see what he had landed on.
—
Snickers are infiltrating your dreams, they seem to be getting louder though.
Was that… the flash of a camera?
Failed attempts at suppressed laughter is what stirs you up from your slumber.
You slowly pry your eyes open, only to be met with pairs of eyes and cameras pointed at you. It takes a minute to realize why you’re the object of everyone’s attention.
There’s a warmth you feel radiating on the entire right side of your body. Blurry vision makes out a long arm draped over your torso and you feel your lower limbs are intertwined with someone else’s.
You follow the limbs with your eyes, tracing the way they snake around you until they finally turn to land on a dozed off face, which is now mere inches apart from yours. Tired eyes suddenly widen when you realize how close you’ve become in your sleep. In a panic, your warm body suddenly thuds onto the cool hardwood floor.
You feel the heat rise to your face, trying your best to ignore the realization blooming in the deepest pits of your stomach.
It was him. It was Haechan.
...Right?
What else would that feeling be?
The outburst of laughter is what wakes Haechan up, lifting his sleepy figure up in a daze, pouty lips and unkempt hair searching for what everyone was laughing at.
Johnny extends his phone out to show him the picture he’d taken of the two of you cuddled up. Haechan reaches a hand to scratch behind his neck, looking over at you before turning to face the rest of the boys, “We were just sleeping…” His voice is drowsy, and it's uncertain whether his cheeks are tinted pink from embarrassment or the fact that he’s just woken up.
Johnny displays a smug smile, brown eyes flitting between the two of you, “Mmhmm, sure…”
You finally lift yourself off the floor, “Come on dude, why would I ever do that with—” You tear your eyes from Johnny to signal towards Haechan, “him of all people? Be serious with yourself for a second.”
If all else failed, you’d make an exceptional actor, that’s for sure.
Your eyes are off of Haechan too quickly to notice the way his face drops. Why would you say it like that?
The uncommon feeling of self doubt begins to plague him; What was wrong with me?
A far more detrimental thought surfaces at the second piece of your sentence, ‘with him of all people’ , Did you have another one of us you’d rather fuck? Was it—
Johnny isn’t letting up, “Oh? If not him, then who? Got a new boy toy?” The members' eyes bounce from Johnny to you, as if they were watching a tennis match.
It wasn’t out of the ordinary for Johnny to be inquisitive like this, but you’d prefer it if he didn’t do it in front of an audience.
You sigh before clapping your hands together, “OK! New topic! How was the drive here?”
That’s when everyone decides to disperse, answering you while moving around in the cabin.
Doyoung is the first to chime in, “Johnny’s a good driver, I barely got car sick.”
Jaehyun follows, setting a duffle bag onto the floor, “He let me pick the music so it was pretty chill.”
Johnny finally breaks his prying streak, “Yeah honestly, most of them just slept the way here.”
Taeyong peaks his head out from the refrigerator, “Did you two eat yet?”
You’re about to answer before Haechan cuts you off, “No, we were waiting for you guys to get here.”
Johnny interjects once more, “So let me get this straight, you left the dorms super early to pick her up just to come here and… Sleep?”
He answers him from the couch, not bothering to tear his gaze from the TV, “Yup.”
Johnny turns to face you to confirm, you just bring your hand to your neck, signaling for him to let it go. To your surprise he does.
—
You hear Mark’s voice booming through the hallway before he reaches the living room, suitcase in hand, “Hey! What’d I miss?” Before Johnny opens his mouth you walk towards the boy, “Nothing!”
You reach your arms out to give him a hug, squealing when you feel the coolness of his padded jacket on your warm skin. Instead of withstanding the cold, you move to unzip it, softly wrapping your arms around his waist from the confines of the jacket, nuzzling your face into his warm chest.
God, if only you knew the way your actions had an effect on him… and maybe one other bystander.
His hands snake around your figure, lightly massaging the flesh beneath them. The action has you subconsciously leaning into him even more. Feeling you this close may have resurfaced some previous memories.
You only move when he tugs at one of your earlobes, shuddering at the icy contact. Hands immediately seek his own on instinct, and when you finally get to them, you give a tight squeeze, “You’re literally freezing, let's sit by the heater!”
As much as Haechan attempted to keep his focus on the tv in front of him, his efforts were futile. He could feel the bitter flow of envy circulate through his body, nostrils begin to flare as his hands unconsciously tighten their grip on the tv’s remote control, placing faint cracks into the hard plastic shell.
You didn’t hug him like that when you saw him this morning.
Mark had your attention within the span of seconds and he didn't even have to try. Was it Mark? Was he the new boy toy? The thought doesn't seem too far fetched after he remembers your instagram story, what else went on between the two of you?
He feels a tap on his shoulder, when he doesn’t acknowledge the figure, it leans into his ear, “Just tell her already.”
The sentence effectively snaps him out of his silent state of indignation, eyes peering upwards to be found with Johnny. His expression is soft, riddled with perception, “It’s been years, Haechan.”
The boy doesn’t say anything as he returns his eyes to you; sitting, laughing, cuddled up next to Mark.
He nods to Johnny, standing up and heading towards the room he’d picked out in the house to cool off.
That’s it, today had to be it.
—
Evening rolls around and you still haven’t left Mark’s side. Bodies seeming like they’d been welded together, the two of you look like you’re in your own world.
You appear to be too engrossed with Mark to even look in Haechan’s direction, not picking up on the way his jaw clenches each time either of you ventured to cross the borders of personal boundaries.
—
Pretending to not feel Haechan’s eyes on you has got to be one of the hardest things you’ve ever done.
—
Drinking games are always fun with a big group, naturally, Taeong and Taeil were out by the first couple of rounds, Jungwoo and Doyoung follow shortly after but they still liked to hang with the group, pretending they’re not affected yet.
Rounds of beer pong, kings cup, straight face and jenga (per Jaehyun’s request) go by. Only a handful of the boys remain unphased; Johnny, Jaehyun, Haehcan, Yuta, and Mark. And you too of course, years of having these men as your drinking partners naturally strengthened your liquor tolerance.
Once the Jenga tower topples over for the 3rd time Johnny intervenes, “Ok, I got a fun one,” everyone’s attention directs towards him, “For this one we need to get into a circle.”
You help Jaehyun pick up the wooden blocks before settling between him and Mark for the next game.
Johnny calls the game is Paranoia, from the way he explains it, it's quite simple:
Players sit in a circle and take turns whispering questions to the person on their right. The question could be literally anything (Ex: Who is most likely to wear the most ridiculous pair of shoes?, Who would have e-sex on discord? Who’s most likely to have a degradation kink? Literally Anything, nothing’s off limits)
The person who received the question must say the name of the person who they think would be the best answer. Out loud.
The person whose name was said can either take a shot to find out the question or decide to move onto asking the next question. The cycle repeats itself until everyone’s had a turn or the players get bored.
Yuta is the first to speak up after Johnny's explanation, “Ok I'm down, who goes first?”
Jaehyun chimes in from your side, “I’ll go.”
He leans into you to whisper his question, bringing his hand up to shield his lips from the rest of the boys. You giggle when the warmth of his breath hits your ear. After seconds of pulling back, he tugs you closer to him, wrapping a hand on your neck to stop you from squirming away.
Haechan’s eyes are burning holes through the pale boy’s hands, wondering how long he was planning to keep you so near to him.
When you finally hear the question you ponder for a few seconds, looking around the room in search of your answer. When it finally hits, you beam towards him, “On the count of three?” He nods, “One, Two, Three! Johnny!” The two of you were in sync, reaching out to high five one another after guessing the same answer.
Johnny flips his nonexistent long hair past his shoulder,
“My turn? Ok.” He leans over to his right, beckoning Heachan. You take in his face for what seems like the first time since you woke up, his hair is slightly disheveled and he’s got a tinge of red coating his cheeks from the alcohol he’s drank tonight. When your eyes finally fix on his he doesn’t waver, he’s been waiting to bask in your gaze all night, to acknowledge him.
Maybe it's the alcohol playing things up but for whatever reason it's too intense, you chicken out, opting to focus on the inside of the nearest cup. His eyes watch as your pretty lips attach to the rim, they follow the gulps of liquid that travel down your neck as Johnny continues to whisper the question into his ear.
When Johnny pulls away, he looks at him silently before answering.
Your name leaves his lips with so much certainty, so much so that it startles everyone sitting down.
No seconds of internal deliberation, he just knew right off the bat?
Your eyes dart to Johnny before connecting back to Haechan. He can see contemplation bubbling deep within you. As you bring the cup up to hear the question, his voice paralyzes you, “You don’t trust me?”
All eyes are on you now but you don’t feel them, too lost in his scrutiny to perceive anything that wasn’t him.
“I uh- um,” within the span of seconds, any semblance of moisture was dispelled from your mouth, Mark takes note of the panic rising in your face and hands you his cup.
After taking a sip your eyes reconnect with his. He quirks a brow, chin tilting upwards to show you that he’s awaiting your answer, silently daring you to respond.
You cross your arms in an attempt to shield yourself from his incessant glare, taking on a tone of defense, “Tch, of course I trust you.”
He just nods to himself before chugging what’s left in his cup, placing it on the hardwood floors once it's empty, “I’m going to bed. I’m really tired, we had a long day.”
He slips on his sweater and stands up, not sparing anyone a single glance before heading upstairs, disappearing into the dim hallway.
Legs reflexively stand up to tail him, “I’ll be back.”
—
You don't knock before entering his room, finding nothing but his emptied out suitcase on the other side of the door. You figure he’s in the bathroom, whatever the case, he’d eventually have to make it back up here, so you take a seat on his mattress.
Soft steps approach the room, gently pushing past the wooden door to find you staring up at him from his bed. He contemplates leaving entirely, being petty sounded like a good plan. Surprisingly he doesn’t, lazily swinging his arm back to shut the door before continuing his route to the closet.
Brass grazes against brass momentarily, leaving the door cracked. Haechan didn’t hear it click in place but he didn't bother shutting it, the rooms you had chosen were cut off from the rest by a long hall anyway, and if he was being honest, he really didn’t plan on looking at your face for much longer. Either he’d go or you.
His back faces you as he sifts to find some pjs to slip into, “What’s all this?”
“You tell me, you’re the one that stormed off back there.”
A hand fishes for a hanger, lightly scoffing as he plucks it off the valet rod, “Oh that? I'm surprised you even noticed I left.”
He’s more childish than I thought, you knew he was easily affected, but this was a new side of it.
It’s too early to reveal yourself just yet, you let your eyes survey around the room,
“What? What are you talking about?”
Your tone of cluelessness was beginning to nettle him, a deep sigh escaped past his lips, “It’s nothing, you can go back downstairs, we can talk when you’re sober.”
You roll your eyes, slightly buzzed— perhaps, but you’re still in control of your body and mind, “I am sober. Let’s talk now.”
He pauses. Finally turning around to get a good look at you, analyzing your body language. After a few seconds he retracts back to the closet, “Really it’s fine, we can talk tomorrow.”
His voice was low, giving off the vibe of disinterest but you know Haechan. He’s on the verge of snapping, it was written all over his face.
All he needs is that little push, and you’re happy to provide that. You need to see if you’re right— if what you picked up on this evening was all in your head or not.
“Haechan, why are you being so melodramatic, just talk to me.”
“If you want to talk so bad, why don’t you just go talk to Mark? You two seemed to be having a great time.” His discontent is clear in the way he hissed the statement out.
We’re getting warmer...
“You know, ever since this morning, you had a problem when I’d mention his name so what is it Haechan? What did Mark ever do to you? And why are you taking it out on me?”
Emotions are beginning to bubble over his brim, that familiar mix of irritation and jealousy is settling into his stomach once again.
He puffs out what seems to be the nth exhale of the night, bringing a hand up to pinch at the bridge of his nose, “Just go back downstairs with your friend, I’m sure he misses you.”
You have to hand it to Haechan, he knows you like the back of his hand, aware of exactly what to say to push your buttons. Only this time you were aware of his tactic, not letting his words get to you. You let out an unbothered chuckle, staring up at the back of his head, “Haechan you are my friend, what’s why I’m trying to—“
“Friend?” He scoffs to himself, enough is enough, he can’t keep this up, he finally rips his attention from the closet,
“That’s it! That’s exactly what you don’t get! I don’t want to be your friend, I don’t want to be like Johnny or Jungwoo or any of the other guys to you! And I know we’ve been friends for forever and I’ll always love you no matter what, but it’s just that I’m losing my sanity watching you with Mark and I just—” he cuts off his rambling to take a deep inhale, “I want to be more.”
Bingo.
He’s searching for a response in your eyes as you look up at him from the bed.
You’ve never been so quiet, it had him contemplating every last word that left his mouth. The tiniest wave of relief washes over him when he sees your lips finally part,
“Prove it.”
The room was dead silent. Your eyes finally break apart from his, fixating on the way his chest begins to rise and fall, “What?”
“I said,” you finally lift yourself off the mattress, slowly taking steps towards him. When you’re finally face to face, you open your mouth again, “Prove it.”
Trembling hands rush to cup your face, latching his lips onto your own. The force he comes at you with causes you to stumble, taking a couple steps backwards until you feel the back of your knees getting knocked in, collapsing onto the mattress. Haechan follows your descension, managing to plant his palms on either side of your head.
Through labored breaths, he takes in the way your hair splayed across the mattress, how his saliva coats your lips, how your eyes are now analyzing his every move, “I’m sorry.”
What? ‘sorry’ ?
“I didn’t mean to— uh…”
When you begin to feel him starting to draw back you instinctively snake your arms across his neck, bringing him back down to face you, “No!”
His eyes go wide at your sudden movement. The buildup of it all becomes too much, “I need you Haechan,” a hint of desperation laces your last word, “please.”
You’ve short circuited his brain.
Need? Me?
He wasn’t a want, but a necessity?
Did you seriously need him as much as he’s needed you?
The three simple words are echoing in his head, but he’d need to hear it come from your mouth a couple more times in order to make sure he’d heard it correctly.
“How, hmmm?” He’s purposely peppering kisses anywhere but your lips, “Tell me what you need.”
He’s attempting to uphold his usual collected persona, but the way his voice quivers as he speaks to you reveals all the hidden yearning he’s been fighting tooth and nail to suppress.
You know what he wants to hear, he’s always loved having the upper hand. However, this battle has just begun, your pride is impeding you from giving him what he wants, “Do I have to show you the ropes? Don’t tell me it’s your first time being with a girl?”
His lips don’t stop their assault on your skin, emotions seem to be coming to light by the second, “With one I care about this much, yeah.”
He chuckles against your skin when he feels the way your body goes rigid under him. He swallows past the lump in his throat, “Do my words really affect you that much?”
Yes.
You’ve waited so long already, someone’s gotta give in, but— for whatever reason, you don’t want it to be you.
You bring your fingers up to caress his cheek, “Are you gonna keep playing around or do I need to find someone else to give me what I want?”
Phew, Haechan knew how to push your buttons, but you loved playing whack-a-mole with his.
He can try to play it cool all he wants but his shift in tone gives him away, “Oh yeah? Like who?”
Your smile doesn’t falter while underneath him, “Be honest Haechan, do you really want me to say his name?”
He scoffs, standing up to rid himself of his shirt, watching you follow suit from the bed. Once you’re left in your underwear he moves on top of you again.
The fight over dominance begins almost instantly. His tongue intertwines with yours, bringing a hand to your nape in an attempt to have control over your movements. The feeling of his mouth on yours is setting your skin ablaze, he draws back when feels you tap on his shoulder to get a breath of air.
When he finally detaches from your lips he decides to give you a small window of recovery. Snaking down your body, suckling at your skin with his descension. You can feel your heart rate pick up every time his mouth reconnects with your skin.
His fingers toy around with the straps of your bra before lowering them off your shoulders, freeing your nipples from the cups as he pushes it down to your waist. He immediately swirls his tongue over one while thumbing over the other, taking pleasure in the way you instinctively push your chest up to him, silently begging for more.
He’s too much of a tease to feed into your silent pleas. After being satisfied with the amount of times your breath hitches, he disconnects from you with a wet pop.
Fingernails move to sweep against your sides as he continues his way down, smiling when he feels goosebumps beginning to form. He plants a couple pecks onto your lower abdomen, finding satisfaction in the way you squirm at the simple action.
Slender fingers trace the band of your underwear. He lifts it off of your skin, just when you think you’re about to get some sense of relief from the boy, he lets it snap back onto you without a second thought.
Even though you wince, you wordlessly relish the stinging sensation the band left behind. When you don’t feel his fingers on you anymore you prop yourself onto your elbows to get a peek at him, “Are you done playing games yet?”
He looks at you from between your legs. His hands move to scoop beneath your thighs, propping your legs onto the mattress to put you on display for him, “You know you like it,” he runs a finger over your covered pussy, “Why else would you be this wet?”
You're mortified, but your body demands more, urgently trying to push into his touch. Inevitably he pulls back, leaving you aching for more.
Before you open your mouth to spew out whatever smart ass remark you had fired up, he interjects, “Do you think Mark could do this to you, hmmm? Have you this needy over a couple pathetic grazes?”
That took a few blows to your ego… Like always, you felt the need to counter.
“Take any longer and we might just have to find out.”
Small puffs of air land against your inner thigh, “Remind me,” he begins nipping at the soft flesh, “Who is it that you need so badly?”
The defeated huff you let out is music to his ears, “Don’t say things you don’t mean.”
The way your thighs flex under his mouth is boosting his already cocky disposition. He bites down with a bit more force when you don’t strike back, “What happened, you were so talkative earlier?”
He’s so fucking annoying, you throw your head back in exasperation.
It’s getting harder to stifle your desperation, eagerness clear in the way your hips instinctively buck into the air, “Just touch me already.”
“What’s the magic word?”
Ok, now he was just being a dick.
Your pride is slowly deteriorating, you bring a hand to cover your eyes, “Please.”
The word was meek, barely even audible, “I’m sorry, what was that? Couldn’t hear you over the—”
Hopelessness sets in, you snatch the hand off of your eyes to meet with him, hoping he’d grasp at your seriousness, “Please Haechan, whatever you want but just please, touch me.”
That's more like it, pleading suited you.
“Lie back down.”
You instantly follow his commands, hoping to get some sort of reward for how well you complied.
A sigh of alleviation can be heard when his hands are on you again, tugging your underwear to the side to get a peak at your pussy. His dick twitches in his sweatpants when he sees the string of wetness that connects you to your underwear, “Take them off.”
A hint of smugness coats your words, “What's the magic word?”
You had said it mostly out of spite from his actions earlier so you're surprised when he actually responds, hints of anguish peppered into each word, “Please, please, take them off.”
Who are you to say no to that?
You eagerly move to remove them, when you lay back down his hands rush to pull you towards the edge of the bed, using his fingers to spread you open. Not warning you before he licks a stripe up your slit. You grimace when the warm muscle ends up against your clit, gently licking at the bud.
When you begin whining he pulls away, “You have to be quiet, they're gonna hear you.”
“I’m sorry, I will.”
Your obedience is stoking the pit of fire sitting in his stomach, adding to the restraint beneath his sweatpants.
You clamp your lips shut when he begins again, focusing his tongue on your bundle of nerves as he swipes two fingers through your folds. When he ensures they’ve been fully coated by you, he lands them onto your entrance, gently pushing one into you, marveling at the way you suck him in.
He wastes no time in adding the second, leisurely pumping the digits into you as he continues running his tongue over your clit.
The languid pace has you rolling your hips against his face, wishing for him to pick up the speed. He gets a kick out of the desperate noises you let out for him, loving the way your personality has warped under his touch.
He pulls back after teasing you for a few minutes.
You whimper at the loss of his tongue but he doesn’t give you a chance to complain, plunging it into you as far as his body allows him. The squeal you let out encourages him to keep his pace, bringing his free hand up to your clit to messily toying with the already wet bud.
The way his wet muscle fucks into you has you squirming on the bed. The added attention to your nerves isn't helping your case. He feels your legs closing him in, but he’s not easing up.
It’s becoming too much to bear, all of Haechan’s attention on you mixed with the fact that neither of you had bothered to fully shut the door. The surge of adrenaline is only heightening your sensitivity.
You’re starting to get louder, pure ecstasy pooling into your lower abdomen. You’ve got to be quiet or else someone will hear you two. He hasn’t gotten to feel you around him yet, and he’s not going to let anything ruin that for him. He halts his ambush, chin doused in a mix of his saliva and your juices, “Shut up.”
The frustration growing on his face is making you more excited than you’d ever admit out loud, venturing to see if you could heighten his irritability, “Make me.”
He had the perfect idea. His tongue pokes against his cheek, “Oh yeah?”
The spark you lit up in his eyes sends a shiver down your spine, you continue to egg him on, “Not up for the challenge?”
He stands up, towering over you from between your legs.
You’d slowly been chipping away at his patience this entire evening, it was getting harder to act unfazed.
He places a hand on your upper thigh, lowering himself onto the mattress, letting his fingers feel up your body as he makes his way towards your face, pausing when his lips are barely brushing against yours, “Get on your knees.”
You comply, dropping in front of him embarrassingly fast, peering up with expectant eyes. When you don’t move he opens his mouth again, “Need a play by play?”
What a smartass, is this what I sound like?
You move to drop his sweatpants to his ankles, quietly chuckling when you see the patch of precum staining his underwear.
You take it as your chance to get your revenge for the way he toyed with you earlier.
Your first instinct is to palm him through the thin layer of fabric. Slowly dragging your hand up against his dick. A hiss leaves him at the contact, eyebrows automatically knitting together. You continue to play around with him till he starts rutting against your hand, urging you for more friction.
You need to hear him say it, “Use your words.”
He’s more desperate than you’ve thought, immediately opening his mouth to fret out, “Touch me.”
When your actions stop he faces up towards the ceiling, screwing his eyes shut, “Please.”
His cock springs out as soon as you drop his underwear, bobbing against the air for a couple of seconds. The head is a deep shade of red, precum continues to leak from his slit, dribbling down his shaft, traveling over his bulged out veins.
He flinches when you suddenly grip him at his base, lowering his eyes to see you beginning to collect the release that was seconds away from dripping off of his balls.
You start from below, warm tongue traveling upwards, dragging over each protruding vein without missing a single drop. Your eye contact is shameless, he makes sure to etch the image into his mind.
He continues to examine your every move; the way you haul your tongue along him until you reach his head, the way you wink up at him before taking it into your mouth.
He stumbles on his footing when you begin to take him in deeper, hollowing your cheeks in order to satisfy him to the best of your ability. His hips slowly begin rocking to the rhythm you set.
When you reach a hand to fondle his balls, he sucks in a sharp breath, “Ahhh fuck,” he reaches down to card a hand through your hair, thumb brushing along your temple, “See? You look so pretty when you’re quiet like this.”
The way you hum around him tells him everything he needs to know. He chuckles, realizing that the praise went straight to your head, drawing his lower lip between his teeth to keep quiet when he feels you pick up your pace in an attempt to receive more.
The grip on your hair tightens as he brings his free hand to the other side of your face in order to take some control over your speed. He lets out a low groan when you don’t resist, allowing his hands to slowly guide you up and down his length.
He’s slotting into you perfectly, it’s almost like you were built to take his dick.
The realization that you’re letting him use your mouth to his content slowly begins to set in. You feel him twitch as you flutter your eyes shut, “Yeah just like that-Fuck, finally putting that mouth to good use, huh?”
He can’t help the shit eating grin that creeps up on his face as you desperately try to nod your head ‘yes’ with your mouth full of his cock.
The desire to feel you is becoming too much to ignore, so he gently pulls your mouth off, detaching your lips from him with a small pop.
Suppressed shivers emerge when you reach out to his dick. Firmly grasping at the shaft in order to smear the mix of your saliva and his precum that coated his head onto your swollen lips.
Fuck, did you have to be so tantalizing?
The simple action fans the heat in his core, the sound of your voice severs his hypnotic state. Your nerves are on fire and there’s only one thing that can extinguish them, “Haechan please, I need you,” you manage to pant out.
He can’t deny you any longer. Hands reach down to lift you off your knees, unclasping your bra before settling you onto the plush mattress.
He fuses his mouth onto your own, messily savoring the taste of himself on you as he cradles your head to lay against the bed, when he finally pulls away there’s a string of spit that connects your mouths, “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to hear you say that.”
How did he know exactly what to say to chip at your disposition?
The heat spreading under your skin was excruciating at this point, “I’ll say it again, I’ll do whatever you want, just please fuck me, Haechan,” you manage to croak out.
He did it. Unintentionally, but it happened.
You finally snapped.
Immediately he tugs your lower body to the edge of the mattress, spreading your legs open to reveal your sopping cunt, noticing the way your arousal had run down your thighs when he was fucking into your mouth earlier.
He positions his cock onto you, sitting hot and heavy as he smears it in between your folds to collect the essence that's leaked out of you, “All this after a couple of touches, do you really want me that badly?”
He takes your lack of eye contact and quiet whimper as a yes.
The two of you hiss when he takes his thumb to add some pressure to his shaft as he slowly brushes against your clit.
You’re trying to comprehend why he’s stalling what you’re both dying to feel, you whine over the lump in your throat, “What do you need from me, hmm? Just tell me and I’ll do it.”
He cranes down to hover over your body, fingers combing the loose strands of hair that had started to stick to your face, “No, it’s just— I just want to remember this, will you help me do that?”
Perplexity riddles your face, “Why, it's not like this is only gonna happen once?”
It’s clear that you meant that, but he does a double check to confirm.
“Do you promise?”
“Haechan,” you pause after saying his name to make sure he fully absorbs what you’re about to say next.
Anticipation swirls around in his eyes. You continue on, “I’ve literally wanted you since the day I met you. Why would I lie about that?”
He could’ve sworn the earth stopped spinning on its axis.
Since the day you’ve met me?
Years of concealed feelings only for you to reciprocate them this entire time?
Blacked out irises bored into your own silently for a couple of seconds.
He'd make up for the lost time tonight.
His lips crash onto your own, teeth knocking into each other’s in the process. Your hands spring towards his hair, smoothing over wavy locks before blindly venturing over every exposed section of his skin that was within your reach.
He snakes a hand between his legs to line himself up with your hole, waiting for you to give some type of green light. When you break the kiss to nod frantically he pushes the crown of his cock into you.
In the heat of the moment you let out a very clear moan. He ducks his face between the crook of your neck, stilling.
Through shattered breaths he feels the need to remind you, “We have to be quiet.”
You swallow before susurrating, “I’m sorry, it’s just— it felt good.”
He puffs out a breathy chuckle, bringing his lips to connect with your neck, “I know,” he darts his tongue over your jugular, “I’m worried because I’m not even fully inside of you yet and you’re already acting like this.”
If you hadn’t already experienced ego death tonight, that would’ve hit a nerve, but alas, everything had been aired out; you didn’t feel the need to save face anymore, “I’ll be good, I promise.”
The eagerness in your voice had him seeing stars, that and the combination of his head being swallowed by your warmth was deadly.
He’s about to ask if he can keep moving when you murmur into his ear, “More.”
He straightens out his back to get a look as he slowly pushes himself deeper, wanting to savor his entry. You can’t suppress your smirk when you see him lolling his head back, a loud groan escaping his lips once he’s fully sheathed in you.
You're fighting back giggles, “Come on, I thought you said we had to be quiet.”
He brings his head back down to look at you, low lids settling on your own, “Would it be that bad if someone found us like this?”
The dream you previously had of him and Mark resurfaces in your head.
It’s impossible for him to miss the way your warm walls clench at the sentence he just let out.
Fuck.
He begins to slowly roll his hips, taunting you while gently raking his fingernails along your inner thigh, “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
His hips gradually increase their speed when your pulsing doesn't let up. Your face constricts in shame, an expression that only eggs him on.
You feel the heat rise to your cheeks. You’re attempting to play off your abashedness, screwing your eyes shut to shield yourself from his observation, “That's why you didn’t even bother to tell me to shut the door, right?”
Low chuckles leave him when he sees you attempting to bite back your moans, wordlessly beginning to rock your hips to match his rhythm, “You’d love to put on a show for them, huh? Have them see just how good you are for me?”
He’s so evil… He already knows it’s what you want, it doesn’t matter that you failed to respond to his question— your body did it for you. Still, the restrained whines that managed to leave you were not enough to appease him. As excruciating as it is, he brings his hips to a full stop, “Answer me.”
You nod frenetically, eyes still shut.
“Words, please.”
You finally unscrew your eyes, teary orbs looking up at him to reply with bated breath, “Yes.”
Who knew the witty, seemingly unaffected girl he knew for more than half his life could be so perverse?
He thought he knew everything about you, so unraveling the things you’d kept hidden was a pleasant surprise.
Your answer fuels his avidity, he’s still fixed on you as he opens his mouth to speak up once more,
Mark doesn’t know how to deal with a needy you. Mark grew out his beard a bit and it made you so horny, something about your usually-shy bf looking a bit rougher. (Maybe) he sets you in-front of a mirror to show you how much of a needy slut you’re being. He used your favorite toy on you because he figured its time to find a teammate to play this game with you.
thank you for requesting ‹𝟹 i hope this was ok! i found this req a lil tricky so i apologise.
» this is apart of my 'MARK DRABBLE BDAY SPECIAL' event that i will be doing for his bday week. requests are OPEN for this.
» warnings: 18+. minors dni. unprotected sex, name calling, mirror sex, dom!mark,
Mark’s mesmerised with the way you’re rutting back against him and repeatedly moaning out his name, watching as your greedy pussy swallows his cock. He’s never witnessed you this needy before, and all because of the beard he’s been growing out recently? He knows you like it when he doesn’t shave his facial hair but he didn’t realise you like it this much. Mark wasn’t sure how to react when your hands gripped his shirt and pleaded him to fuck you, rubbing your face against the stubble hairs on his face like a bitch in heat.
He let you undress him at first, watching as you ripped off of his clothes eagerly before ripping off your own and getting into position, keeping your back to him as you sunk down on his cock. His bottom got caught between his teeth as he watched you bounce, listening to the sounds of you moaning and begging for him so greedily, humping his lap vigorously, shaking the bed beneath you both.
Mark’s mouth popped open in surprise with how you’re acting, carefully manoeuvring you into the position you’re both in now: you on all fours in front of him and him on his knees behind you, touching and pinching at your hips. You’re mewling at any skin to skin contact he gives you, drooling on the bed sheets below.
“You’re so pathetic” He scoffs with a shake of his head and you whine loudly at the insult, slamming your hips back against his. “You’re so needy today…”
“For you!” You wail, sniffling as tears form in your eyes. “For you, ‘s all for you”
“For me?” Mark repeats as he runs his fingers up and down your spine before he grips your hair to yank you upwards, pulling your back flush against his chest and you yell out in surprise, hands coming around to rest at his hips. He growls in your ear, “Look at you. Look how much of a fucking needy slut you are for me”
You know what he’s talking about, your eyes moving to the mirror opposite your bed, drooling as you watch yourself get absolutely fucked by Mark’s cock. Your appearance is anything but pretty. Your skin is sweaty, your makeup is smudged with tear streaks running down your cheeks and your hair is ruined. You really do look pathetic and your pussy clamps harder around Mark’s cock as he ruts into you.
“You like this?” Mark chuckles in your ear. “You like being needy?”
“All for you” You say again, moaning at a particularly rough thrust from Mark which almost sends you back down to the bed if it wasn’t for his grip on your hair. The sounds of skin slapping against skin and your pussy squelching with each thrust of his hips has you whining for him, your fingernails digging into his skin as you try to move back against him but he holds you still, allowing him to do most of the work.
A low buzz mixes in with the sinful noises and you search for the sound, eyes flicking back to the mirror to see Mark’s reflection and him holding one of your favourite vibrators in his free hand. You’re a mess now, spluttering out begs and pleading for him to press the head of the vibrator against your neglected clit, wanting him to make you a complete mess and he happily obliges without second thought. The vibrations send your body into a fit, uncontrollably shaking against his body as he fucks into you while overstimluating your clit.
“Fuck!!” You cry out, that electricity feeling zapping through your body as you arch against him, tears spilling down your cheeks.
“There we go…” He mutters, pressing light kisses to your ear, his stubble scratching the skin which makes your eyes roll to the back of your head. “My needy little slut”
This probably slips into dubcon but haechan who doesnt stop fucking you until you admit that you like him
I have been itching to get to this ask im not even kidding, and listen there’s nothing wrong with a little dubcon in my opinion so I hope you like it.
Warnings: mean haechan with a splash of infatuation, also seriously dubcon. it’s not too bad in my opinion but if you’re not into dubcon at all then I wouldnt read this. ultimately, reader wants it, but there’s no outright expressions of consent so
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“I fucking hate you,” you say harshly as Haechan squeezes his hands tightly against your shoulders, the grin that overtakes his face being worlds different that the way you wish he’d flinch at your words.
Haechan wasn’t a stranger, far from it actually. You had drunkenly found yourself underneath him more times than you could count, but when you both were sober and didn’t have your lips locked together, he was the bane of your existence. He was infuriating and too flirty for his own good, and he had recently developed an infatuation with staying glued to your hip every time you were unfortunate enough to be in the same room as him.
This time though, his clinginess had gone farther than just being a slight inconvenience. You had sighed when you saw him standing in the center of the living room, enjoying all the attention of the other party goers as he made them laugh and slap him gently on the shoulders in amusement, but you sighed even louder when you saw who stood next to him. It was just another boy to anyone else, but to you, it was specifically the cute boy from your calculus class that had helped you with every problem you got stuck on and had made your heart flutter in the process.
You were smitten in ways you couldn’t describe, he was just good and you liked good. And when you had finally gotten him alone to talk, you thought you were on the road of making him your hookup of the night, and maybe you’d even get his number in the end. That was until Haechan caught a glimpse of you two.
He had rushed over immediately, his jealousy hidden well behind a teasing glint in his eye. To you, it just seemed like another ploy to get under your skin, and when he grabbed you and pulled you away with a lie about your friends asking for you slipping through his teeth, he succeeded.
You scrambled up the stairs of the strange house, his hand tight around your wrist pulling you along with him as if he knew the layout of the rooms like the back of his hand. You spewed hateful words at his back as he just laughed and pulled you into a random empty room, and that’s how you ended up staring at him as he wiggled happily in front of you, wishing more than anything that you could make his head explode with just your mind.
“No you don’t,” he argues, using his hands to shake your shoulders as you reach up to dig your nails into his wrists.
“I absolutely do,” you say, trying and failing to pull his hands off of you, “I finally get to talk to that guy outside of class for once, and of course you come by to ruin it.”
“Oh come on, I saved you a lot of disappointment with that one,” he assures, dropping his voice to speak in a sleazy whisper, “I heard he nuts quick.”
You scoff when he shoots you a wink, finally pulling his hands from your shoulders before you try to walk away.
“I don’t care what you’ve fucking heard Haechan,” you say over your shoulder as you turn to sulk away, “I can’t fucking stand you.”
“Me and you both know that’s not true,” he taunts, grabbing your arm and tugging you until your back slams against his chest, leaning in to whisper in your ear as you squirm against him, “you know for a fact that even if something had happened with him, you’d still would have come crawling back to me to show you what a good time really is.”
“You’re disgusting,” you say, as he walks you backwards, not liking the way your body heats up immediately at his touch.
“Maybe, but you like it don’t you?” he asks rhetorically, twisting your body and pushing you roughly to lay face down on the strange bed in front of you, “say it.”
“Say what?” you ask defiantly, trying to lift yourself up with your hands before he pushes you down again.
“Say you like it,” he lays his palm flat into the center of your back, pushing you down into the mattress as you squirm and fight against him, “say you like me.”
“No,” you yelp with a sarcastic scoff and a laugh, “did you not just hear me, Haechan? I said I fucking hate you. I hate everything about you.”
“I heard you,” he confirms, leaning down until his face presses into the side of yours, “I just don’t believe you.”
His hand keeps you pushed into the bed while his other hand trails slowly down your side, you try to kick back at him, landing a few blows to his thighs, but he ignores it as he moves to tug at the hem of your skirt. You feel the cool air of the room on the back of your thighs when he flips the fabric up to lay across your back, and as you try to half heartedly push against him, you feel a sudden sting of pain as his palm cracks against the skin of your ass.
“Say it,” he commands again, rubbing his hand across your now burning skin, “just admit that you like me.”
He conceals the desperation in his tone well, covering it with biting venom as he glares down at your shivering form. He’s not sure what did it, maybe it was seeing you so obviously enraptured with another man, but a sudden need for a confession from you washes over him, almost making him want to pull out his hair.
“I hate you,” you say again, your voice breaking when he smacks you again. Your words are true, or at least you think they are, so you’re not sure why they get harder to say as your resolve slowly crumbles.
“Wrong again,” he scoffs, shaking his head even though you can’t see it from the way your face pushes into the sheets below you. He holds back from another command, and instead he just roughly pulls your underwear until they wrap around your thighs, and starts fumbling with his belt as you grumble beneath him.
You feel the pressure of him pushing the head of his length against your clit before he speaks again, the friction of him dragging himself against your skin making you try to sit up again.
“If you admit that you like me,” he starts, bargaining with you as if he’s giving you any real options, “I’ll go easy on you.”
“You’re a liar,” you huff, spreading your legs when his length catches on your entrance, “you’ve never gone easy on me.”
“What can I say? I like it rough,” he confirms, shrugging before he starts to push himself into you, “and so do you. That’s why you keep coming back.”
“I only fuck you when I’m drunk,” you say, hoping to stab at his confidence but your voice trembling from the way he stretches you lessens the effect of your words.
“You’re not drunk right now,” he counters, shallowly thrusting into you to watch the way you throw your head back, “so with that argument dead, the only thing that I can imagine keeps you under me, must be the fact that you really fucking like me.”
You whine as he punctuates every word with another thrust, his hips smacking against your ass as your legs lose their strength beneath you. You stop trying to get up, the way he stretches you clouding your mind too much for you to keep denying liking the way he uses your body, so instead you just lay there, squirming at the way he fills you up perfectly.
You let out a sob when his hand reaches to push at the back of your skull, pushing your face more into the sheets as he uses his hold to keep you still as he fucks you. The way his hips are tilted against you makes him hit a spot in you that makes your eye well up with hot tears, and as his thrusts speed up you struggle to keep your thoughts straight.
“Look at you,” he scoffs as if disgusted, but deep down he knows you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, “you’re already falling apart and we just got started. So why don’t you just admit it?”
You let out grumbles of confusion as he kicks your legs farther apart, your arousal spilling past him to slip down the inside of your thighs as he seemingly fucks every memory out of your mind. You clench around him when he laughs at you again, and he’s quick to pick up on how you seem to melt at the way he handles you so meanly.
“Just say it,” he speaks softly, condescending you as your hands grab tightly at the stranger’s sheets, “say you like me, and I’ll give you everything you need.”
You let out a babble of sounds when he stills his hips to grind against you, his length pushing fully into you as your legs twitch weakly. You don’t want to give him what he wants, but the truth crawls up your throat like a rabid animal. You thought you hated him, and maybe a part of you really does, but a bigger part loves the way he handles and speaks to you. Maybe a part of you also likes the attention he gives to you so shamelessly.
That realization stabs at your pride. The idea that maybe the rolling eyes and annoyed scoffs you’d offer him whenever he’d come trailing after you every time he saw you across the room were some type of front, an act to hide the way your chest tightens when you see his smile. But as he rolls his hips against you, and fills you in ways you can’t imagine the boy downstairs ever could, you start to realize you couldn’t imagine your night ending any different than how it is now.
“I’ll make it real easy on you,” he offers with empty promises as he fucks into you enough to make your thighs ache, “just repeat after me,” he continues, pitching his voice to imitate yours before he starts to mock you, “Haechan I like you so much I can’t stand it. You fuck me so well, some pathetic little boy could never compare to you.”
He fucks you harder after his real feelings start to peek through, his imitation of you dying towards the end of his words as he spits them harshly at the back of you head. He can’t deny the angry jealousy that sparks in his chest as he’s reminded of why he pulled you up here, so all he can do is take it out on your sprawled out form beneath him.
“I said, fucking admit it,” he commands impatiently, only feeling slightly more satisfied when he sees your tears start to fall from your eyes, “admit you like me for fuck sake.”
He shoves your body up the bed as he speaks, his roughness making you cry out as you feel tension build in your stomach. Your tongue feels heavy in your mouth as he seems to not understand how the way he fucks you blurs your thoughts. You don’t want to say it, the idea of being so vulnerable after mouthing off so proudly earlier makes you shrink, but the way your body flutters around him and the way your spine starts to curve deeper, you don’t think you can stop yourself.
“I, fuck,” you yelp as pleasure starts washing over your body, your breath turning into heavy pants as he doesn’t seem interested in relenting on you even when it’s clear how much you struggle.
“Say it,” he speaks softer as his ears perk up at the beginning of what might be the exact confession he itches for. His hips stutter as he keeps pushing into you, the way you clench around him starting to get the better of him.
He watches in awe as your shoulders curve back, and he has to push your leg again with his foot as your thighs try to slam closed. He can feel the words lingering in the air before you even say them, and with an overwhelming push of hope in his chest almost choking him, he rolls his hips in a way that he knows will have you falling apart.
“Fuck, fuck! I like you Haechan,” you finally admit, your words coming out in sobs as you start to come harshly around him, your body thrashing as much as it can under his hold, “I like you so much I can’t- oh my fucking god, I like you.”
He swears along with you as your words spill out without control, the way you babble and whine sounding like music to his ears as he stills inside of you. His hips press tightly against you, and he lets out pants of relief as he feels like he’s just won the universe.
“I like you, I like you, I like you,” you mumble mindlessly as you feel the warmth of him filling you up. You sob happily once the words are out, a dopey smile spreading across your face as you melt into the bed below you, and as he pulls his hand off of your throbbing head, you turn your head to look at him with wide eyes.
His face is brightly flushed as he stares down at you in awe, his chest heaving as he absorbs your words hungrily. He feels winded and like you’ve both landed on cloud nine, and all he can do is shake his head again in disbelief.
“I knew it,” he huffs cockily as he recovers enough energy to grin, before he leans down to smother the side of your face with familiar kisses, “I fucking knew it.”
“look at me” the dark haired boy demand, his strong grip on your waist as he thrust you. your eyes locked on his chocolate gaze. “i bet he doesn't fuck you like this” said, and your legs answered, shaking as you feel your climax building up in your lower abdomen.
“h-he doesn't”you said, moans coming out of your mouth.
his face, contracted in pleasure, his brows frowned, his moans, his groans, his hips smashing your tighs as he fuck the shit out of you, what a beautiful view. you gasp and arched your back when his moves became harder, the coming tears forming in your eyes because of the overstimulation. sweat coming from his forehead. the wetness dripping your pussy, mixing with his precum. his theeth biting his lips, while his muscles flexed at every thrust. your body were numb, only feeling his hands on your waist, his eyes on your broken body, his voice filling the warm room, and your moans all over the place, feeding his ego.
he leaned over and his cock buried deeper in your cunt, you swear you saw stars.
“i know he doesn't, sweetie. i'm the only one who can get you look this dumb” his deep voice, full of lust let out a curse when you started pulsating around his dick, feeling how your climax brainwashed you and almost left you unconscious.
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i don't even know what is this, but enjoy. btw i'm thinking on open ask, if u have any ideas of what should i write let me know, i'll do my best iwkdjwj bye
Can't stop thinking about riding mark, how his grasp on your hips goes from tentative to more firm as he loses himself to pleasure, how he can't decide whether to close his eyes and enjoy or watch you since he's mesmerized by the sight of you bouncing on his cock. He'd definitely be super overwhelmed the first time and really flustered, but when he gets to it and starts moving your hips himself, it's like a whole new side of him was revealed
first time riding mark will make him feel like he’s in a dream. he doesn’t want to close his eyes because he’s afraid he’s going to wake up yet he struggles to keep them open due to the amount of pleasure he’s feeling, he’s getting too lost in it. his head is motionless against the pillow behind his head, hands unmoving from your hips, fingernails digging into your skin every now and again. he can’t stop glancing down at where you both connect, seeing him disappear inside you and then reappear covered in slick. his cheeks are flushed, hair stuck to his sweaty forehead. his hips would definitely move uncontrollably at first, bucking up every now and again but when you have sex again after a few days, he’s taking control even with you on top
Synopsis: We finally get some insight on what really happened the night you all went out… Oh, by the way, how was breakfast with Mark?
Word Count: 7.3K
Contents: Hints of Angst/Humor/Fluff/18+ below the cut ahaha
No way no way no way no way, the only thought that races through Haechan’s mind as you shut the door. He instantly replays the entire interaction in his head, fuck, did i really just tell her how i felt about her?
Truthfully he doesn’t know what’s worse, the fact that he just outed himself, or that you didn’t even flinch at what was being said. He’s dying to know what you thought about it, what went through your mind upon hearing those words? The two of you tended to never be serious with each other so he wonders if you even processed what he was saying.
Flashbacks of last night creep into his head as he enters into a spiral.
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You were fine leaving the club, you didn’t require any assistance or anything like that. The members piled into the van one by one, Haechan stayed by your side just in case you did need anything. He was the one that helped you take your seat, making sure to buckle you up before they took off.
Contrast to the ride to the club, the ride back home wasn’t as lively. Johnny sat shotgun, taking charge of the aux, soft sounding melodies could be heard leaving the speakers, along with the occasional laughter that spilled out of the conversation he was having with their manager.
Whenever they’d hit a rough patch in the road Haechan would peer over to make sure you were fine. You were slumped against Jungwoo, he was relieved that you at least had a somewhat plush surface to lean against because he’d hear the way Jungwoo’s head would bang against the window at any slight bump. The boy was out cold though, oblivious to his pain.
A few minutes of smooth driving pass until the tires meet with a particularly massive pothole. The whole van jerks abruptly, loud groans fill the small van in unison, Jungwoo’s head had knocked against the hard glass, making an almost comical noise. He cried out at the contact which in turn caused your body to shoot up immediately.
Haechan looks over to observe you, your eyes remain closed as your head bobbed against the air for a few moments, eventually slumping against the seats after a while, he chuckled at your sleepy state. Once he saw your body relax up against the seat, he let himself close his eyes too.
He’s on the verge of falling asleep but snaps out of it the second he feels a bit of warmth radiating onto his shoulder, his eyes shoot open at the sudden contact. You had shifted slightly against him. When your movements come to a full stop he makes a great effort to hold the position, trying his best to accommodate you. Yes, he’s straining his entire body right now, but that didn’t matter, you looked so at peace and he’d do whatever was necessary to keep it that way. It did help that the dorms were like 5 minutes away…
Once the van comes to a full stop the members filter out of the vehicle. You remain still though, Haechan tries to nudge you awake but you’re not budging. Panic sets in, as much as he might want to, he can't carry you inside, but he's also not gonna let you sleep in the car? Johnny peeks through the door when he doesn’t see the two of you step out.
“She’s out?”, “Like a light.”, “Ok just get her close to the door i'll take her up.”
Phew, lifesaver. It pays to go to the gym, he realizes that now…
Once he helps you over Johnny’s shoulder, he can finally relax, there’s no way he’s gonna drop you. He isn't reckless, still, Haechan can’t help but shadow him just in case, he wouldn’t want you to bump your head on a corner or something.
As the elevator bell dings you raise your head, your voice is tired, “Home?”, Johnny’s lips crease up at your one word, “Almost.” The hum of the elevator is all they hear before you chime in again, “And Mark?”
Mark? You’re barely conscious in this realm and your first second thought is Mark?
Before anyone has the chance to answer you, you respond to yourself, “Man fuck him, what the fuck was he on tod—I didn’t even do anything to him—He’s probably in his room editing his next instagram poem.”
The boys giggle at your slurred guess, they always did wonder about the whole process of that, it looks a bit time consuming getting the right filters and all…
You don't let up, “Feet probably kicking in the air because he saw Justin Bieber posted on instagram.”
The both of them bust out laughing now. Johnny stumbles in place a bit when he pictures the image in his head, but he doesn’t lose his grip on you. They have to pause a couple of times in the hallways before they make it into their unit.
Haechan opens the door to their room, as soon as Johnny set your body down on Haechan’s mattress, you immediately fall back. Whenever Johnny offers up any assistance, Haechan declines, and he seems quite firm so instead he heads back to the living room.
He props you up on your side as a precautionary measure, seeing that you’re still, he slips out of the room to get some extra blankets, when he comes back in you startle him a bit because you’re sitting up.
He playfully remarks, “Wow, now you decide to wake up?” You don’t respond, just silently smile up at him. He shakes his head with a curl of his lips, floating around the room to shift a couple things into place before joining you on the bed. In the midst of his brief cleaning he feels your arms wrap around his waist, pressing your face into his back, his body doesn't know how to react so he just remains stationary. You’re unmoving but he can still feel your ragged breaths hitting his back. When he begins to shift you squeeze him a bit harder so as to hold him in place, and it works.
“I just—“
“Haechan—” You trail off for a second,
He looks around the room, trying to find a way to rationalize why his heart is beating so fast right now. He snaps out of his daze when he feels his shirt getting wet from behind, a profound sense of concern enters his system, immediately turning around to face you. Your eyes are puffed up, the stream of tears that leave them seems to be endless. He reaches his hand up to wipe away what he can, a faint smile appears on his face as he furrows his eyebrows, “Why are you crying?”
When your eyes meet his you turn into a blubbering mess,
“You’re so— just always so— Haechan I just, I…”
You’re not in the state to pick up on any type of queues, because if you were, you’d notice the way his eyes were imploring you to continue, just say it, please.
You don’t.
You pull him closer, hugging him as tight as your strength allows you too. He rests his chin onto your head, slowly smoothing your hair, embracing your quivering body.
When you finally begin to catch your breath you pull up to look at him, you bring both of your hands to his face, one of your fingers moves to sweep a section of his bangs out of his eyes, “Haechan I—“
Your body doesn’t give out any signals so it catches him by surprise when he feels warm chunks of whatever you had eaten landing on his shirt. Gross.
You’d think his immediate reaction would be to scold you, instead he rushes you to the nearest bathroom, he does cover your mouth to prevent a pile of vomit anywhere else, but that's about all the force he uses. When he successfully seats you in front of the toilet he darts to the kitchen to get a glass of water. He sets the cup in the sink, letting the water flow into it while he picks off the bigger chunks that landed on his shirt. Your retching doesn’t let up the entire time spent filling the cup to the brim, but he’s glad to see that by the time he makes it back in, it looks like you’ve spewed out all that was necessary.
You let out a weak chuckle when you see his blurry figure approaching you, “Hmmnh-not my greatest moment.” You weakly bring a hand up to what you assume is his shoulder “Sorry”.
He pats your back, “Just hope you know you’re never gonna live this down, let’s just get you changed.”
“Mmmh”
“Ok I’m just gonna..” He’s faced with a slight dilemma, is it really ok to get her naked right now? I mean yeah, I can't just leave her like that, she’s gonna sleep in MY bed… It's not like I’m some sick pervert or something.
Once he sorts out his morals he moves to remove your top, that's where most of the puke resided anyways so it only made sense. He tries his best to not oggle your defenseless figure, blindly wiping your torso with a wet wipe, but he does have to make sure you’re fully clean before he slides new clothes on you, so he caves, but only for a moment. Once you pass the quick inspection he slides a tee over you. Now here comes the hard part, bottoms. How the fuck was he gonna just pick you up to slide some pj shorts on?
He is stuck, not really sure how to go about this so he does the most logical thing, asking, “Hey do you think you can put these shorts on?” He’ll admit, he’s a little surprised when you just nod, letting out a small groan in response to his command, he didn’t think it’d be that easy. You slowly inch off of the floor, supporting yourself on any sturdy surface, it does startle him slightly when you just slip off your vomit covered pants without any warning. You don’t pay him any mind, peeking open one eye to make sure the tag is in the back of the shorts before slipping them on, it takes you a minute to locate it but eventually you get it in the right spot.
You successfully get a leg in, but quickly stumble as the other one gets caught in the fabric, your falling figure causes Haechan to lurch towards you, inadvertently catching a glimpse of the animated Wall-e that dawned the backside of your underwear, he’s even in a little heart shape, how adorable. He can't help the laughter that slips out of his mouth, unintentionally louder than he had intended it to be. He always heard you talk about Big Hero 6 more, so he feels as if he's just witnessed a massive betrayal… What would Tadashi say if he knew..
Once you’ve successfully slipped into the shorts you attempt to make your way towards him, he puffs some air out his nostrils when he notices your lack of coordination. Every time you’d inch closer to him he’d slyly step back, but he stopped when you paused to observe him, completely still with your eyebrows raised, barely being able to fight back a smile, “It’s like that?” He grins at your faux irritation, extending his arms out so you’d lean into him.
When you enter his room he lays you onto the mattress, he doesn't bother trying to get you under the comforter, instead he grabs the spare one he brought in earlier, draping it over you.
Seeing you lying peacefully, he moves to clean up the throw up, it’s gross but the task didn’t take much time.
When his finishes up he heads to the bathroom for a quick shower. Having washed up, he makes one last stop at the kitchen to dump his soiled clothes into the trash bin, not wanting the dorm aunties to have to deal with that. Johnny’s slumped against the couch chatting on the phone, he's wondering who it could possibly be at this hour, but to be completely frank, he doesn't have the energy to care so he just says goodnight, continuing his way to their shared room.
The room feels stuffy as he enters, so he turns on the small humidifier in hopes of getting rid of the feeling. Once it’s on, he moves to switch off the lights that were beginning to take a toll on his tired eyes. He tries to be as careful as possible as he slips himself into the bed, not wanting to wake you.
Weary eyes land on you, you look so at ease, he doesn't expect it from someone who just puked their brains out. Swiping a fallen piece of hair out of your face, he observes the way your body rises and falls with each breath you take in. He wishes he had the ability to pause time, he doesn’t mind being the pillar you’d lean on for even the most trivial things like this, a night filled with too much to drink.
He ponders what it would take for him to keep you in his bed forever… Not in a Joe from You type of way, you get the idea, right? Something infinitely more wholesome.
A bitter taste makes its way to his mouth, he blinks away the delusions he’s building up in his head, reflecting on the fact that he hasn’t even been brave enough to tell you how he’s felt about you for god knows how long. Rather abruptly, he shifts his back to face you, not being able to handle the rush of emotions flooding his chest. You shift at the sudden jolt of the mattress, when he feels you tug on the shared comforter he stills.
Warm hands encase his figure, if he was still then, he's completely cemented at this point, the pads of your fingers had the same effect as medusa when she met eyes with anyone.
The effect is magically reversed when he feels you tugging his body into your own, instantly becoming putty at your unconscious plea to have him closer to you. He takes a deep breath in, everything about the way you’re holding him is beginning to cloud his head with a thick pink haze, he can feel his eyelids become heavier in your grasp, slowly beginning to drift away into another world.
Unfortunately his REM cycles are cut short as Johnny decides to enter the room. To say the door slammed against the wall would be an understatement, the loudness of the action caused you to quickly push Haechan out from your arms, making his body smack against the sleek hardwood floors.
He immediately groans at the sudden contact, a mix of anger and pain lace his voice as he blares out, “AHHHH HYUNG!” Johnny’s still attempting to stabilize himself from his entry, throwing his hands up in defense, he matches Haechan’s volume, “You’re acting like I was PLANNING on tripping, relax for a second, will you?” Haechan changes into a whisper yell when he hears you groan, “We were sleeping just fine! Why’d you have to be so careless?!”
The sudden loudness causes Doyoung to make an appearance at the scene, hair unkempt and voice dramatically dropped in pitch, nothing like its usual sound, “Why are you guys being like this? Do you know what time it is?” The boys are startled by his presence, they immediately apologize for the ruckus, to which Doyoung only nods before closing the door.
Johnny blows raspberries as he plops onto his mattress, beginning to take his socks off. Even after Doyoung’s departure, Haechan doesn't let up with little snarky comments. Johnny just eyes Haechan, hoping that would shut the boy up, when it doesn’t he huffs, getting up to leave the room without saying a word.
In all honesty that wasn’t what Haechan was expecting, he kinda wanted a reaction, something, anything, but he should’ve known better.
As he turns back to face you on the mattress, he lets out a sigh of relief, climbing his way under the covers. He might’ve scooted more over to your side of the bed in hopes of getting to feel your arms around him again… After a couple minutes of waiting he gives up all hope, deciding it would be better to let his mind rest. As he's slowly drifting in and out of consciousness, he feels your arms around him again, which allows him to finally rest peacefully.
~
To be frank, Haechan can't really pinpoint the exact moment you began to feel more than a friend to him. Looking at it objectively, it's not like you treated him any differently than any of the other members, so he wasn’t really sure what to make of his feelings for a while.
It clocks him in the chest one night he's out drinking with Mark, they’re sitting at the rooftop of a small cabin, gazing up at the stars. The night was filled with a calm breeze, the light rustling of leaves served as their own personal bgm. It seemed as if the ambiance had spurred Mark into deep thought, because out of the blue, your name begins to spill from his lips. Haechan’s ears perk up at the mention of you, he stops observing the twinkling stars above him to get a good look at Mark.
He starts off slowly, the way your name rolls off his tongue so effortlessly has him reeling, there was so much hidden sentiment in the way he pronounced each syllable. Haechan didn’t speak, in all honesty he hoped Mark would just stop talking, because he had an inkling of what his next words would be.
Unfortunately for him, Mark doesn’t let up, “I think I like her.”
Haechan stares at him for a second, then returns his gaze to the stars, not a single word leaves his mouth.
It's as if the gods held their breath in anticipation of what would happen next, because even the leaves stopped rustling.
Mark sucks in a deep breath, he’s about to continue his train of thought when Haechan finally chimes in, “You’re drunk.”
While the words seemed like a response to Mark, he was really just trying to convince himself that he didn’t have feelings for you. Because how would that look, confessing how he feels only after Mark had the courage to do it first, how pathetic, he thinks.
Mark zeros in on the moon, “Maybe I am”.
Haechan doesn’t tear his gaze from the sky, when he sees a shooting star, he looks at it like it’s his last resort. He didn’t believe much in superstitions but at the slight chance of it coming true he takes it upon himself to make a wish.
Nothing else is said that night, they drift off to sleep without sharing any last words with each other.
~
Haechan’s in the kitchen prepping breakfast when he hears Mark come in through the side door, “Food’ll be ready in a bit, I’m just waiting on the eggs.” Mark yawns, nodding in response. As Haechan sets the plates down on the table they begin to munch on the food. Bird chirps serve as white noise as they devour what's on their plates. Mark is the first to break the silence, “Dude be honest, did I say anything embarrassing last night, I kind of don’t really remember.”
Haechan pauses to take a sip of orange juice, “Hmmm you’ve been worse, you really don’t remember anything at all?”
“Not a single second.”
“Don’t worry, one day your tolerance will be half as good as mine.” He flashes him a toothy grin, to which Mark just responds with a shake of his head.
~
Haechan thinks about it constantly, to this day, maybe his wish really did come true, because after that day Mark didn’t seem to do anything to pursue this so-called “crush” on you, no calling you over if it wasn’t a group hangout, no one on one dates, absolutely nothing out of the ordinary, maybe it really was the alcohol talking, distorting his view on you.
He couldn’t help but steadily regain the hope that one day you’d realize that every single seemingly playful word that somehow always managed to escape his mouth, was never in vain.
—
As the elevator doors spring open you find Jaehyun on the other side of them, “Hey— Damn, you guys look way better than us down there, I’m kind of jealous.”
His dimples make an appearance on his blemish-less face, “Nahh, I think you guys just make me look good, I mean none of you are necessarily known for your high tolerance levels…”
You let out a soft chuckle, “You got that right…” You pause to get a good look at his outfit, its a bit questionable but he looks comfortable so you decide to let it slide, “Where are you headed to so early though?”
He gushes just thinking about his errand, “This store I go to just called, they said they got some of the LP’s I was looking for last time, so I’m on my way to pick them up now.”
Seeing the enthusiasm on his face lets a smile grace your own, “Ohh fun, ok well walk safely, I brought you guys some food, I’ll leave it on the table for when you get back!”
He grins at the thought of not having to worry about breakfast, “Sweet, thanks, I’ll see you guys soon then!” He waves you off with a warm smile as the elevator doors shut.
—
You don’t hear any noise as you open the complex’s door. Once you chuck your slides off you make your way into the kitchen. That’s when you’re able to pick up on the sound of the shower running, ok well at least they’re alive, you think.
You don’t wanna call out any names in fear of accidentally waking someone up, so you resort to quietly knocking on the doors of the two remaining boys. Your first instinct is to knock on Jungwoo’s room. When you don’t hear a response you quietly pry open the door, just enough to get a peek. You allow yourself to come in when you see him lying on the bed, idly scrolling through his phone. He raises his hand when he sees you, motioning for you to join him.
As you settle next to him he drapes his blanket over you, “My head hurts…” His voice is still raspy. You plop your hand on his head, “Have you eaten yet?” He only groans in response, it had no semblance of happiness to it, so you assume he hasn’t. That’s when you perk up, leaning off his bed, “Come on, I brought us some food, let's eat!” It's like a switch was flipped because before you know it, he's running into their shared kitchen, leaving you in the (nonexistent lol) dust.
Jungwoo takes his time to properly set up the meals on the table, and honestly you’re fascinated, because out of all the times you’ve eaten this meal with Mark, it has never been presented like this… The way he's placed everything out on the table really makes it look like some luxurious feast. Your eyes sparkle at his craftsmanship.
He decides to settle down in front of you, taking pride in his work. You can see the glimmer in his eyes as he oggles the food, so you decide to speak up, “You can dig in, I’ll wait for Mark to get out.”
A content sigh leaves his mouth as he looks up at you, “I was really hoping you’d say that, thanks.”
You watch with amusement as his hands dash towards the utensils, “I'll get us something to drink.” He hums, nodding in response, mouth already full of food.
You reach into the cupboards to fish out three glasses, When you spring open the fridge to analyze your options, you’re reminded of the time Yuta had made a funny joke, you decide to adopt it for a second, “Ok, we have Vodka and beer, oh and there’s also some win—“ You’re cut off by stifled coughs, when you turn to peek at Jungwoo you see grains of rice being spewed from his mouth, and you can't help but break out into laughter. He’s hunched over the table, the way his body is spasming makes it seem like he’s improvising a dance move, you have to close your eyes because it’s becoming too much for your stomach to bear.
You anchor yourself against the countertops to remain upright, attempts to regulate your breaths are being made but you’re failing pretty miserably. Between the coughs and laughter, you fail to notice that Mark had made his way into the kitchen. He must’ve heard the commotion as he was leaving the shower.
When you hear Jungwoo hoarsely call out his name you turn your head around, the tears accumulated while laughing at Jungwoo cloud your vision momentarily, so you blink a little, bringing a finger up to your eyes to wipe them away.
You suck in a deep breath before clearing your throat. “Hey Ma—“ You wish there was a warning or something before you laid your eyes on him.
He just stands there observing the two of you for a moment, the only garments that cover his body are two towels, a small one that drapes across his shoulders, and another one that's hanging incredibly low, just enough to cut off your view of the veins trailing down his v-line. The small droplets of water that he failed to dry off make it look like he’s twinkling. His body is slim but toned, the result of years of dancing for hours at a time, you can only assume.
You gulp before speaking up, you decide to fix your gaze the floor, or really anywhere that isn’t in Mark's general direction, “Umm hey, I brought us some food, uhh— you can finish getting ready, I was just serving us drinks.” '
“No dude I’m literally starving, Iets eat.”, He sits himself down at the table.
I suppose that’ll have to work…
You serve some juice into three cups and move towards the table, Goddamn it, why did he have to sit himself next to me?
When handing off the cups, you let out a small yelp when you see that Jungwoo’s bowl is cleared, “You’re done already?!” He only chuckles as he brings the cup to his mouth, chugging it in like three gulps, “Ahhhh~ seriously, thank you, it was the meal of the century! I’m gonna go ahead and take a shower now, I’ll be out in a bit.”
Fuck, hes going to leave me with him, ALONE?
You mumble your response, “Ah- yeah ok sure, we’ll be here.”
When Jungwoo’s out of sight you point out to Mark, “He’s not here anymore, you can take his spot now.”
He doesn’t spare you a glance, blowing on the warm broth that’s floating in his spoon, “I’m okay right here, you can move if you want though.”
Your voice is quite meek now, “Oh no—It's... I was just saying.”
He only hums at your statement.
A thick haze of tension fills the room. It’s painfully quiet, all that can be heard is hushed slurping accompanied by the sound of the water running from Jungwoo’s shower.
It's taking you every fiber in your being to not let your eyes drop in between his legs, yeah you’ve known Mark since you guys were kids but you’ve never seen so much of him so up close, there was never an instance that called for it.
Naturally you cave, I mean you’re only human, you’re just curious that's all. Just one peek, it’ll be short, no harm no foul, right?
Fuck. Big miss steak…
No way that’s real, he's got to have shoved something up there, your brain is making up any excuse at this point, refusing to face the reality of it all.
You take your lower lip into your mouth, your small peek is lasting longer than you might’ve intended, not that you’re aware of this though, you’re too busy trying to visualize what it would look like under the thin fabric of the towel. It's hugging his flesh just enough for you to see the outline of the head of his dick, you let out the slightest gasp when you catch that it twitches under your observant gaze.
Mark clears his throat and that’s what snaps you out of your trance. You immediately straighten out, eyes focusing only at the bowl in front of you now.
Shit. Did he catch me? No, it's just a reaction from eating, he probably got some sort of spice stuck in his throat… I mean everyone does it, Jungwoo did it earlier— It's fine really, I’m just overthinking it—
“Who went with you to pick up the food?”
You attempt to beckon your composure, swallowing some saliva before you answer him, “Just me, the boys wanted some too so I called in the order, the owner said hi by the way..”
He finds an ounce of relief at the thought that you hadn’t invited anyone to your special spot, maybe it was sacred for you too, he thought.
When you don't get a verbal response you look up at him, catching the way he’s smiling at the bowl, his expression dissipates any sort of uncomfortability that was once present, and you notice that you’re able to breathe in peacefully now.
You exhale tranquilly, “To be honest I initially just wanted to go to get some food for us, but it seemed rude to not offer it to anyone else, you know?”
A light smile tugs at his lips, “For us?”
You bring your spoon up to his face, leaning into him, “Don't think for a second I forgot how you treated me last night! I brought it for us so we could talk about it, like how cops give their captives food in the interrogation rooms, I won't be shy about it Mark, I did this to butter you up.”
He grimaces, partly because of his actions, and partly because he remembered how Haechan was all over you… He’s about to answer you and that’s when it hits him,
Now that you’re this close to him he’s able to see that you were, in fact, wearing Haechan’s clothes.
His eyes widened at the realization. The cogs in his head are beginning to turn, his heart rate picks up, but he doesn’t say anything just yet, maybe there’s a perfectly normal reason for you to be wearing his clothes. He doesn’t want to believe what his thoughts are maliciously whispering into his head. Haechan had gotten the best of him at times but he doesn’t want to believe he’d snagged you in the process.
No, Haechan didn’t get to know you that way. No, that can’t be it.
He doesn’t think before the next few words leave his mouth,
“Did you sleep with him?”
You pull back, wide eyed, Huh? Sleep with him? Sleep with who?
“Haechan?”
“Yes, did you sleep with him?”
You’re at a loss for words, the question only echoes in your head, what does he mean, “Did I sleep with him?” Why is he asking this? More importantly, why can you hear the familiar tinge of jealousy coating his words?
You two stare at each other for what seems like an eternity, ragged breaths serve as your only form of communication. Your stomach is in knots, why can’t I just say that we didn’t sleep together? It’s the truth…
He gives you a couple minutes before he decides to interpret your silence as a yes. He pulls away from you, making sure to get a good grip on his towel as he makes a beeline to his room.
The sound of the door shutting serves as a play button, with that, you’re finally able to move again. You shift your gaze to your bowl, and that’s when realization sets in for you. Everything from last night begins to come together, he must’ve seen you and Haechan dancing together… Is that what set him off?
Mark… Had feelings for you?
You’re stuck in the kitchen replaying past memories of you two together. There were times where you’d seen him as a bit more than a friend, but he never did anything concrete enough for you to believe that assumption, so you convinced yourself it was nothing, a fleeting feeling you thought, something that would eventually pass. You guys were kids after all.
… Did it ever pass?
Your feet move before your brain commands them to, they lead you to his room. You didn’t have a plan as to what you’d say, you kind of just hoped the words would formulate themselves once you saw him.
That was not the case…
You barge into his room, he doesn’t react to your entrance. His back is facing towards you, sitting on the edge of his bed hunched over, you take notice of his knuckles going white at the sheer force he’s gripping the covers with. You don't say anything as you let yourself in, gently closing the door behind you.
He hears your footsteps quietly approaching but he doesn’t move, when you stand in front of him, you wait for a response, any type of acknowledgment would suffice, but there’s nothing, no movements, you’re only met with silence. He can’t bring himself to look at you.
You kneel down in front of him to where his gaze is fixed, waiting for a moment to see if he’d meet your eyes on his own, but he doesn’t.
You're the first to break the silence, “No.”
He peels his gaze from the floor, despondent eyes finally connect with your own, “No?”
Something about his expression breaks your heart, feeling the need to clarify, “I didn’t sleep with him.”
He surveys your face, you bite your cheek at his unwavering attention.
This is his chance, maybe it was his reaction to seeing you in someone else’s clothes that got him feeling a bit impulsive, maybe it was the way you had come back to give him clarification on his question, or maybe it's the fact that hiding his feelings for you was finally beginning to consume him,
The position you were in was not helping him sort out his thoughts. Peering up at him from between his legs with wide eyes, It was all becoming too much for him. He lowered his head to meet eye to eye with you, he cards a hand through your hair. Inching towards you until his soft lips are mere millimeters apart from yours, his voice is barely audible when he lets out the following words,
“Can I kiss you?”
You don't even think twice before you wrap your lips onto his. Your skin pebbles at the contact, the smell of his shampoo is overcoming your senses, god, he feels so good against you.
You’re not sure whether to stand or stay kneeling and it’s as if he reads your mind because he pulls you onto him, you both grunt as your bodies collapse into the mattress.
Warm hands explore the expanse of his body, you can feel his muscles flex under your fingertips at each slight graze and its beginning to light something in you. Slowly, you drag your fingers against his collar bones before you bring one down to his pectoral. When you graze over his nipple he moans into the kiss, you can’t help the smile that grows on your face as you’re pressed against his lips, making sure to pull away to get a look at his flustered face.
Your chests raise and fall in rhythm, your curiosity gets the best of you, “How long?”
He doesn’t get what you’re referencing, so he makes an educated guess, “How long? I mean I’ve never really measured it?”
The sudden laughter you let out on top of him lets him know he’s said the wrong thing, a shy smile tugs at his lips before he looks off to the side, pinching his eyes shut. You don't dwell on it too much though, saving him from embarrassment by capturing his lips into a heated kiss.
His need for more become evident as he grasps at your hips, his grip is unrelenting, so much so that you can feel the unique patterns of his fingerprints branding themselves into your skin as he slowly begins to grind you onto his dick. When you feel him twitch under you, you press down harder, needing to feel as much as you can with the towel in between you both.
His voice is hoarse as he speaks into the kiss, “Ah—Fuck.” Hearing those words leave his mouth sends a new gush of wetness to your underwear, the stickiness is beginning to become unbearable. Every receptor in your body is aching for more so just give into their incessant pleas, pulling away from the kiss, closing in on his ear to breathlessly let out your next couple of words, “God, Mark can you please fu—“
“MARK!”
The sudden booming voice startles you both, causing you to focus your attention towards the door. When the voice doesn’t call out again, he brings his hands up to your face, pulling you into a kiss again. As you begin to regain some of your momentum the voice chimes in again,
“MAAARK!!”
You pull away and he lets out an exasperated sigh, “Let me just go see what he wants.”
You nod, letting yourself up off him and he quickly leaves to see what was up.
In his absence, reality begins to set in a little more faster than you would have liked, it hits you twice as hard when you think about what happened not even an hour ago with Haechan.
What am I doing?
When Mark rushes back into his room, you're gone. He searches the entirety of their apartment only to not find a single trace of you. He even goes as far as to check the outer hallways, but still, nothing.
Where’d you go?
Once it hits him that you’re really gone he stomps back to his room, mostly out of anger, why did I do that?
The impact of the door colliding with the threshold causes a few of his hanging frames to rattle, not that he notices, or even cares for them at the moment.
As he settles on the edge of the mattress the towel loosens at his hips, he winces when his dick springs free, coming into contact with the chilled apartment air. He lays back onto his mattress, shutting his eyes, hoping that would relieve him of all the depraved thoughts running rampant in his head right now.
It does not.
Closing his eyes, he sees you now more than ever. The smell of you lingers in his room, heightening his hallucinations. You’re not there but he’s able to feel the way your fingers glided across his skin, he twitches remembering the heat of your body on top of his.
I can’t take this…
He needs to finish what you both started.
A shallow breath escapes his lips as he brings a hand to the base of his cock, it's pathetic how much relief the simple action brings, but he’s not in the mood for scolding himself right now, that can wait for later.
The precum that’s dribbled down his shaft allows him to smoothly glide his fist up and down his dick. After a few pumps he pauses at his pulsing head, shuddering as he slowly lugs his thumb over it, “Ah— shit..” the words are breathless as they leave his mouth. He gives up on the action when he realizes it isn’t bringing him the satisfaction he’s yearning for, settling on pumping once again.
As he picks up his pace he can't help but wonder how you’d feel around him, a million times better than his own hand no doubt, but he’s gotta make due with what he’s got.
Fuck, he thinks about what it would feel like to have your warm walls clenching around him, would they even be able to accommodate him? He stills when a sudden thought pops up, were you a virgin?
That sent him into a frenzy to say the least.
One hand isn’t enough anymore, he brings the other in to assist, balling them into a fist to simultaneously twist as he drags them up and down his shaft. His grip is tight, pumping implacable. Replaying the sound of your voice in his ear is enough to have him fucking up into his hands. The beads of sweat he’s built up are slowly beginning to trickle down his skin, “oh, fuck— so close”, the words manage to escape through his gritted teeth.
Self restrained whimpers turn into blatant groans when he pictures you under him, milking him for all he’s worth. It's not too much is it? You can handle it, right?
Before the fictional you provides an answer he comes undone, your name stitched together with his favorite curse words spill from his mouth like some sort of chant, his release lands on his sculpted midsection. His legs tremble but only for a couple seconds before they calm down. If anyone were to bear witness to his state they’d think they were looking at a sacred piece of art, Greek sculptors would’ve killed for this live study. Beads of sweat adorned his body, sticky bangs draped against his forehead, and his abdomen is contracting with each labored breath he pushes out.
When he unscrewed his eyes the natural sunlight seeping in was almost blinding. He has to lay in silence for a couple of minutes before he’s able to send signals to his brain to wipe himself with his towel. Once clean, he throws on whatever garments he pulls out first from his drawers, quickly shuffling to take a seat at his desk.
The thoughts he’s having are too much to speak aloud, so he satiates the little voice in his head by scribbling them in the little blue notebook that lives on his desk, something he found that helped him sort out his emotions. He’s struggling to keep up with his mind but eventually he gets all of it out, a wave of relief washes over him as he places the final period on the lined piece of paper. Alleviation encapsulates his being as he slumps into the little wooden chair.
Reality interjects with his peace all too quickly though, not only did you two share a moment, but he just fucked himself to the thought of you. Jesus… He searches for his phone and immediately clicks onto your contact page, the line trills in his ear,
He’s met with your voice, only it’s the pre recorded version of it. He tries again, ring ring ring, nothing.
Immediately he enters into panic, instinctive strides head for the door. As his hand is about to make contact with the doorknob he remembers, your location! He darts back to his phone that rested on the desk. Fingers move to open the find my friends app, when he sees your little blue dot walking the familiar route to your home his mind is put at ease. He keeps it open until he sees you’re a few blocks from your house.
He understood if you didn’t want to talk right now, he had to sort everything in his little blue notebook, maybe you needed to do your version of that too. Whatever the case may be, he’d wait; days, months, a million lifetimes, whatever ridiculous measure of time that was necessary, because for you? It would be worth the wait.
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That’s a wrap! So many mixed emotions, let’s just hope you don’t drown in them…
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