e2l- enemies to lovers, s2l- strangers to lovers, f2l- friends to lovers, bf2l- best friends to lovers, cf2l- childhood friends to lovers, fwb2l- friends with benefits to lovers, ex2l- exes to lovers, i2l- idiots to lovers
MASTERLIST
PARK SEONGHWA
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KIM HONGJOONG
⢠A LITTLE SOMETHIMG MORE by @flurrys-creativity (established realtionship!au, a, m)
â Why didnât you pick up your damn phone?â Hongjoong hissed, on the verge of exploding, âI called three times already.â.. â
⢠MARIGOLD by @yoongiseesawmp3 (frat boy!hj, bf2l, f, m, light a)
â annoying frat boy!hongjoong. your best friend and the bane of your existence is probably the love of your life, and youâre not sure how to tell him. your mutual friend seonghwa knows about your true feelings for hongjoong, and he does everything in his power to get you two together. one halloween party, one rainy car ride and one emotional rollercoaster later, you finally get a taste of what youâve been waiting so long for. â
â˘Â PIRATE KING by @cybrsan (pirate!au, m)
â You are playing a dangerous game with an even more dangerous man, and you donât know how much longer it can go on before everything falls apart around you. â
⢠TELL ME TO STOP by @tenelkadjowrites (bf2l, m, â)
â Having been best friends with Hongjoong since childhood, you thought a camping trip might help breach the growing distance between the two of you. However, when a storm sweeps Hongjoongâs tent away, you find yourself in rather cramped quarters with him when he has to share your tent. â
⢠THE BEST FRIENDS CODE by @tenelkadjowrites (m, bf2l) feat. hwa
â Hongjoong swears up and down that if you donât touch each other, it wonât ruin the friendship...and what is the harm in blowing off some steam? â
seonghwa is in part 2 and part 3
⢠THIS WORLD by @hongismâ (dystopian!au, m)
â â What heâs given you is essentially one chance and night. Nothing more and nothing less. â
⢠TOUCH ME NOW by @slut4hwaâ (m)
â it wasnât on purpose of course. the topic was already there so it kind of just slipped out.âyeah iâve always wanted to know how squirting feels-â you blurted it out. fuck. â
⢠WHAT HAPPENS IN A BLACKOUT by @tenelkadjowrites (kinda e2l, m)
â Stuck in an elevator with Hongjoong, the person you hate the most, you arenât ready for when things take an unexpected turn. â
YOURE HONGJOONGS BIAS by @jnginlovâ (idol!au, f)
â when you and your group go on idol radio to promote your latest comeback, you donât anticipate one of the hosts to be completely enraptured by you â
JEONG YUNHO
⢠KILLING ME by @yoongiseesawmp3 (frat boy!yh, m, a)Â
â after last year, yunho swore he would never live in a frat house ever again. that doesnât mean heâs leaving the frat, though, so he moves into an apartment just down the street. and you? well you need somewhere cheap and walkable to campus, and yunho is leasing a room. so thatâs how you end up living with the human embodiment of sunshine and puppies, but the more time you spend with yunho the more you realize he may have a darker side lurking beneath the surface. â
⢠LIKE A DREAM by @cheollipop (established relationship, m, f) feat. mingi
â with only the orange hues of the lamp illuminating the room, they have you for the first time, and it feels just like a dream. â
⢠OUT OF THE WOODS by @sluttywoozi (vacation!au, one bed trope, f2l, f, light m, â)
â Youâve been driving Yunho nuts lately and he just canât figure out why. He hates being annoyed with his friends, so heâs been avoiding you. Itâs difficult to stay away when youâre locked together in a cabin with seven of your closest friends, though. â
pt. 2
⢠SUMMER NIGHTS by @honeyhotteoks (roommate!au, bf2l, m, f)
â he's your best friend and roommate, but during the heat of summer and the confinement of quarantine, you just can't seem to help yourselves. â
pt. 2
⢠THE DRILL by @byuntrash101â (m)
â yunho cant seem to pick up anyone at the club. for two main reasons, two problems if you will. the first one: his rizz level is negative and the second one... well it's bigger. much, much bigger. a huge problem wooyoung has named "the drill" â
⢠THIS NIGHT TOGETHER by @honeyhotteoks (werewolf!au, m, f, a) feat. mingi
â youâre finally getting your dream job, working with some of the best dancers in the business, but a job change means a break in your healthcare coverage and suppressants these days are expensive. going into heat at the studio pretty much seems like the worst case scenario, but you find yourself in the care of two alphas who wonât let you go through it alone. â
unfinished!
⢠TUTOR BOY by @cas-skz (m)
â After begging your tutor to help you with your last assignment, he agrees to help in return for a favor. He proves that even the most innocent looking people, arenât so innocent. â
⢠TWO IS BETTER THAN ONE by @songmingisthighs (f2l, m) feat. mingi
â Mingiâs sweater felt comfortable on you, it was warm and it smelled like him. Not just his perfume, but his own scent.. â
⢠YOUR FAN, YUNHO by @hwaightme (game developer!reader, f)
â a bulletpoint-style wordstream of what it would be like if yunho was stanning you. â
KANG YEOSANG
⢠FREAKS by @mingigoo (bf2l, m, a)
â after being friends for ten years, your triad friendship with Yeosang and Wooyoung is falling apart, all because of a simple gameâspin the bottle. â
⢠I´M IN LOVE by @anyamaris (m)
â You wake in a dream to be met with a dream inside a dream. â
⢠OBSESSIVE by @mingigoo (e2l, fwb!au, college!au, m, f, light a)
â You tried to pay no mind to your brotherâs friends and their flirty antics, but it always confused you when only one of them seemed disinterested in you. Even though youâd never admit it, he intrigued youâto the point where when you kissed drunkenly at party, you wanted more. And you were going to get it. â
CHOI SAN
⢠FIRST THINGS FIRST by @sluttywoozi (college!au, f2l, m, f)
â San had hoped you were coming to the party tonight but he never expected it to end like this. â
pt. 2
⢠HEARTWORM by @atinyidea (college!au, f2l, f, light a, light m)
â n. a relationship or friendship that you canât get out of your head, which you thought had faded long ago but is still somehow alive and unfinished, like an abandoned campsite whose smouldering embers still have the power to start a forest fire. â
⢠HEISTS AND CELEBRATIONS by @cheollipop (criminal!au, m) feat. woo
â with the stolen necklace secured around your neck, wooyoung slumped back in his seat, fingers gripping the steering wheel while his eyes remained focused on the overhead mirror, watching his two partners celebrate another successful heist in the back of his van. â
⢠IN THE QUIET SPACES by @honeyhotteoks (established realtionship!au, f, m)
â a quiet morning snowed in at the cabin with san â
⢠IT'S SWEATPANTS SEASON, OH MY! by @thisthatpinkvenomâ (jock!san, established relationship!au, college!au, f, m)
â autumn has arrived; the season of pumpkin spice lattes, corn andâunfortunately for youâgrey sweatpants. those pesky little things have attached themselves to your boyfriend's legs like glue, and you're having a hard time keeping your mind out of the gutter. â
⢠LET`S FUCK by @ughsimpp (m)
â hearing your close girlfriends talk about how their mans made them orgasm is an interesting topic but you couldn't really relate with them. in your past relationships (like 2), none of your ex's could ever make you reach that high. you kept quiet and listened as your friends continued to talk. â
⢠MILKY WAY by @ad0rechuu (sm!au, idol!reader, f, a) feat. hwa & mingi
â Itâs not everyday that your friends childhood friend turns out to be the girl that you literally have a fan account for, but for Seonghwa, San and Mingi itâs become a reality. being able to get close to your bias is great! even if she does have a raging crush on someone else⌠â
⢠ODD EYE by @luvteezâ (sm!au, soulmate!au, college!au, f, a)
â when the public finds out that rookie idol choi san has a soulmate, heâs forced to retire from the entertainment industry and stays low as a full time university student and part time barista. never does he intend on finding his soulmate, but fate seems to have other plans for him. enter: you. â
⢠OH HE´S GOOD by @yoongiseesawmp3 (m, f, â)
â san, a non-believer, has one of the best voices in the church choir, and maybe one of the best voices in the world. fresh off a break up, youâre not looking for anything serious, and he isnât either... but someone definitely falls faster and harder than they should. â
⢠ONE MORE REP by @cheollipop (personal trainers!au, f2l, m) feat. woo
â san got a little too excited watching you exercise in purple â his favourite colour â and wooyoung was nothing if not a tease. turning their attention back to you, they didn't expect to see you equally worked-up. â
⢠PARTY OF THREE by @cybrsan (established realtionship!au, m) feat. woo
â Things take an unexpected turn when Wooyoung walks in on you and San. â
⢠POP QUIZ by @yoongiseesawmp3 (college!au, f)
â who knew being late to class one day would lead to you kissing the cute ta a few days later? not you. but whoâs complaining? also not you. â
SONG MINGI
⢠AFTER LIKE by @sluttywooziâ (plug!mg, light a, m, f)
â Mingi has been your plug for nearly three years now. You've always liked him well enough, but something has changed between you. What happens after like? â
part 2
⢠ALL IN by @tenelkadjowrites (bf2l, m, â)
â A night of drunken debauchery with your best friend in Las Vegas leads to something you never could imagine. â
⢠DITTO by @sluttywoozi (f2l, f, m)
â You've liked Mingi for a while now, but every time you try to hang out one on one, it turns into a group thing. Will you be able to act normal now that you've finally gotten him alone? â
⢠DREAMER by @mingigoo (college!au, bf2l, m, f)
â you couldnât live without your best friend, Mingi. You did everything together, and whenever you needed a shoulder to lean on, he was there. But when something suddenly changes how you see him, youâre not so sure you can stay friends. You wanted more. â
⢠LIKE A DREAM by @cheollipop (established relationship, m, f) feat. yunho
â with only the orange hues of the lamp illuminating the room, they have you for the first time, and it feels just like a dream. â
⢠MILKY WAY by @ad0rechuu (sm!au, idol!reader, f, a) feat. san & hwa
â Itâs not everyday that your friends childhood friend turns out to be the girl that you literally have a fan account for, but for Seonghwa, San and Mingi itâs become a reality. being able to get close to your bias is great! even if she does have a raging crush on someone else⌠â
⢠MIND OVER MATTER by @mingisaddctn (bf2l, m)
â the two things you can be sure in life is that 1. you will die and 2. you've never wanted to suck a dick so bad. â
⢠ONCE by @tenelkadjowrites (roommate!au, m)
â After accidentally sending a naked photo of yourself to your roommate Mingi, things take a turn. â
⢠ONE QUESTION by @tenelkadjowrites (best friends!au, m) feat. hwa
â I was wondering how long it was into the friendship before the two of you realized that you want to sleep together?â â
⢠SHY CAPTAIN by @rosy-wooyoung (basketball captain!mg, college!au, f, â)
â âAre those credits really unavoidable?â you asked your friend as you counted the number of credits you earned for the past two years. âYeah,â she answered and you huffed. âIf you donât take part in any extracurricular activities, you wonât get enough credits to pass the year. Itâs written in the rules.â â
⢠SLOWLY, I´M GOING DOWN by @yutasbellybuttonpiercingâ (college!au, m)
â mingi hates studying, but what he hates way more than that is being perceived as stupid. what mingi loves on the other hand, are pretty people getting flustered about his voice.
or mingi shows you exactly what he hates and loves. â
⢠THIS NIGHT TOGETHER by @honeyhotteoks (werewolf!au, m, f, a) feat. yunho
â youâre finally getting your dream job, working with some of the best dancers in the business, but a job change means a break in your healthcare coverage and suppressants these days are expensive. going into heat at the studio pretty much seems like the worst case scenario, but you find yourself in the care of two alphas who wonât let you go through it alone. â
unfinished!
⢠TWO IS BETTER THAN ONE by @songmingisthighs (f2l, m) feat. yunho
â Mingiâs sweater felt comfortable on you, it was warm and it smelled like him. Not just his perfume, but his own scent.. â
⢠USE IT by @a-soft-hornytinyâ (m)
â Mingi has a huge dick but is shy about it and has no idea what to do with it. â
⢠WE FELL IN LOVE IN AUGUST by @mingigoo (best friends brother!au, m, f)
â Believing that you were destined to be with your best friend seonghwa all your life, his little brother Mingi was never a thought in your mind. After reuniting with the brothers after years of being abroad, you had your mind set to get together with seonghwaâuntil Mingi stole your heart without warning. â
JUNG WOOYOUNG
⢠GENTLE by @cheollipop (hybrid!au, m, f) feat. hwa
â desperate and whiny, your heat pheromones triggered wooyoung's feral instincts, forcing seonghwa to step in and teach him how to treat you properly. â
⢠HEISTS AND CELEBRATIONS by @cheollipop (criminal!au, m) feat. san
â with the stolen necklace secured around your neck, wooyoung slumped back in his seat, fingers gripping the steering wheel while his eyes remained focused on the overhead mirror, watching his two partners celebrate another successful heist in the back of his van. â
⢠MADE FOR THIS by @yoongiseesawmp3 (f2l, f, m, â)
â youâre volunteering for this yearâs vacation bible school, and wooyoungâs little brother just so happens to be in your group. is it wrong of him to use kyungmin as his wing man? eh, who cares. wooyoung is just determined to get you to fall for him before the week is over, and heâll do whatever it takes. â
⢠MIDNIGHT KISSES by @mingigoo (bf2l, single parent!reader, m, f, light a, â)
â you werenât sure how well you could raise your daughter as a single mother, but your best friend, Wooyoung, has been there every step of the way with no strings attached. When you decide that itâs time to try and date again, he realizes too late that his love for you doesnât just stop at friendship. â
⢠ONE MORE REP by @cheollipop (personal trainers!au, f2l, m) feat. san
â san got a little too excited watching you exercise in purple â his favourite colour â and wooyoung was nothing if not a tease. turning their attention back to you, they didn't expect to see you equally worked-up. â
⢠TRY ME by @tenelkadjowrites (coworker!au, m, f, light a)
â Having to work with Wooyoung while your marriage is crumbling is frustrating. Heâs a cocky brat and barely completes what he needs to. But when you find out your husband cheated on you, Wooyoung proves his worth in another way. â
⢠PARTY OF THREE by @cybrsan (established realtionship!au, m) feat. san
â Things take an unexpected turn when Wooyoung walks in on you and San. â
⢠PILLOW TALK by @jungkxook (fwb!au, m, f)
â so maybe asking your best friend to take your virginity is wrong for a number of reasons, but you swear youâre still just friends. nothing more, nor less â
⢠SMILE FOR THE CAMERA by @yoongiseesawmp3 (youtuber!woo, brothers best friend!au, f)
â wooyoung is best friends with your brother, yeosang, so you get to see him a lot. that would be fine if you werenât totally head over heels in love with him. now yeosang is onto you and you have to keep him from running his big mouth to wooyoung about your big fat crush. â
CHOI JONGHO
⢠GET CLOSE TO ME by @honeyhotteoks (kinds e2l, m)
â youâre pretty sure he hates you. and you know you hate him, until a night out turns upside down. â
⢠...RAMEN BEFORE YOU GO by @mingigooâ (neighbor!au, m, f)
â you thought things couldnât get worse after finding a cat in the dumpster behind the liquor store, but now here you were, alone in your new apartment, staring at that damn cat that somehow got stuck behind the washing machine. You needed some strong handsâŚ.but the minute you met him, you didnât want him to leave. Do you want some ramen before you go? â
⢠PATIENCE by @sxcret-garden (established relationship, m)
OT8
⢠HOTEL CALIFORNIA by @mint-yooxgiâ (yandere!au, a, m , f)
â You can check out any time youâd like, but you can never leave â
summary:Â a quiet morning snowed in at the cabin with san â
prompt:Â Good evening :) could I please request soft sleepy winter morning san/reader? đś
note: 18+ content, minors DNI. // this fic fully got away from me so please enjoy the most tooth rotting rom-com fluff i've ever written. i'm also a big believer that san deserves more fluffy fics, this man is a sweetheart and too husband material
warnings: idol!san, fem!reader, established relationship, soft sex, quiet sex, sleepy fooling around, stupidly romantic idiots in love. please let me know if I missed any.
pairings:Â choi san x reader
genre:Â idol x non idol, self insert, extremely fluffy fluff with some smut đ
word count:Â 6K
my masterlist || the sequel; of wanting
The first thing you notice when you open your eyes is that you can see your breath, a fog spreading out around you in the low early morning light that leaks in through the frosty cabin windows. Your nose is cold, freezing in fact, and you duck your head down into the scratchy comforter to try and get warm. You shiver, scooting back closer to the center of the bed and the source of your warmth in the mornings.
Behind you, San shifts under the blankets and groans at the way youâre jostling him awake, and he rolls towards you, throwing an arm around you tightly and dragging you back into his chest.
âShh,â his tone is thick with sleep, and he snuggles his face down into your shoulder.
His bare chest fits comfortably against your back, and it helps with the extreme cold in the cabin, but youâre still exhaling puffs of vapor into the cold air, your teeth chattering. âSan,â you murmur, trying to keep quiet since itâs still so early and you donât want to wake anyone in the other rooms, âSannie,â
He huffs, digging his face farther into your shoulder, âGo back to sleep,â he grumbles.
âItâs cold,â you explain.
âMhm,â he hasnât felt it yet, and itâs not surprising, heâs a heavy sleeper and he runs hot, but the biting chill is too much for you and heâs too wrapped around you for you to get up and deal with it yourself.
âSannie, baby,â you nudge him softly with your arm, âour heater turned off.â
âOh,â he reaches and grabs more of the comforter and drags it up over you as if that would solve the serious drop in temperature youâre experiencing.
âLet me up,â you whisper, trying to peel one of his arms off from its locked position around your middle.
âWhat?â he shifts, his head raised just an inch or two off his pillow.
âIâll come right back,â you murmur, âbut Iâm freezing, the heatâs off,â
He doesnât move an inch, but you watch him blink hard to clear his bleary eyes. He drops a warm kiss to your shoulder sighs across your goose flesh, âI can think of a way to warm you up,â
You huff a laugh, âYouâre barely conscious and youâre still hitting on me?â
âAlways,â he kisses your shoulder again, âIâm always hitting on you.â
You relax into his arms, pulling the comforter over your heads and twisting under the covers to face him, slot your legs together and burrow into his warm chest. When your fingers tuck against his sides, and your cold nose hits him, he hisses, âYouâre freezing!â
âThatâs what Iâve been saying,â you laugh.
He runs his hands up and down your back quickly, trying to create some fiction, âCome here,â He blows warm air across your knuckles, cups you close and tries to let some of his body heat seep into your cold bones.
You shiver as the cold starts to fall away and sigh, âThatâs nice,â
âIâm going to check the heater,â he kisses the top of your head, âIâll be back,â
You bite your tongue to stop from laughing when you hear the little surprised noise leave him when his bare feet hit the cold floor. Pulling yourself up, you pop the top of your head out of the covers and watch as he grabs a sweatshirt off the chair in the corner and yanks it over his head before tossing you your favorite one from your open suitcase.
âThanks,â you whisper.
âMhm,â he runs his hands up and down his arms, kicking on a pair of slippers and shuffling across the room.
You canât quite seem him clearly all the way across the room in the extremely dim, bluish morning light, but you hear as he clicks the controls on the space heater and then checks the outlet. âThe breaker blew,â he sighs, âIâm going to have to reset it.â
âHere,â you grab his phone off the nightstand and click on the flashlight before passing it over to him.
He throws on a pair of sweats and blows hot air into his own cupped hands, âFive minutes,â he tells you and quietly slips into the hallway.
You take the moment to pull the sweatshirt on, snuggling into the plush interior immediately and yanking the sleeves down over your icy cold hands. You had fallen asleep in nothing but a pair of underwear and a tank top, and you rub your bare legs together under the blankets to try and warm up. The cabin is so quiet this early in the morning, but the structure is older, and you lay quietly as you listen to the house breath, itâs bones audibly aching in the winter wind. The snow outside had picked up overnight you can see, and the trees are covered in icy white.
The sound of footsteps in the hall brings you back and you watch as San slips back in and shuts your door. âReset,â he tells you, and then he raises a bag in his hands that you can just make out in the low light, âIâll get a fire going too,â
âLet me help,â you start to push the covers off yourself despite the chill.
âNo, no,â he gestures for you to stay in bed, âitâll only take a minute. Keep the bed warm for me,â
You settle back and watch as he tries the switch on the space heater again, only this time you hear the steady thrum as it turns on and the sound of oil bubbling and crackling tells you that the breaker was thankfully the only problem. He starts the fire quickly and shockingly efficiently, the fireplace in your bedroom already used a few times before so heâs familiar with it.
It takes him a few minutes to stoke up the flames, but soon thereâs a crackling orange glow about the room and a radiating warmth filling the space. He brushes his hands off on his sweats before holding them in front of the flames for a few moments, warming up his skin. When he crawls back into bed with you and pulls you close, his hands are deliciously hot from the fire and you hum pleasantly, curling into his embrace.
âHere,â he runs his hand down the length of your back and then over the swell of your backside, holding you close, âbetter?â
âMhm,â you nod into his warm neck, âmuch.â
You lie quietly like this for a while, soaking up each otherâs warmth, but when you shift in his arms and he realizes youâre still awake he murmurs, âWhat time is it?â
âAround five I think,â you guess just judging from the time you woke.
He groans, âthatâs too early,â
âLetâs go back to sleep then,â you suggest.
âI donât know if I can,â he admits.
âThen hold me until I fall back asleep,â you tease, nuzzling your cheek into his shoulder and closing your eyes again.
âMm,â he sighs deep, and you let the sensation of his fingers stroking your hair and the steady rise and fall of his chest bring you closer and closer to drifting off.
âHey,â he murmurs, and you make a small noise to indicate youâre listening, âthank you for coming.â
âTo the cabin?â you stretch, extricating yourself from his arms now that itâs clear you wonât be falling back asleep either.
âYeah,â he catches your hand in his and squeezes it softly, âit means a lot that youâre here.â
You actually enjoy spending time with Sanâs family, but a long weekend away in the mountains was something a step further than the dinners and holidays that youâd spent with them before. It feels more permanent, like youâre considered a fixture in Sanâs life now, a necessary piece. âIâm happy to be here,â you tell him softly, kissing him gently and brushing your hand along his cheek.
He sighs against your lips, âI love you,â
âI love you too,â
San pulls you closer again, intertwining your legs again and resting his lips against the top of your head. It feels like he might be settling enough that you could get another hour or two of rest, until you feel him shift against you.
You feel a twitch against your thigh, and San shifts his hips just slightly which allows you to confirm your suspicions. When you tighten your fingers on his chest, he rolls his hips softly against you and his lips shift to your forehead.
You sigh pleasantly, feeling your body already coming alive and responding to him, and he chuckles against your skin, âI thought you wanted to go back to sleep, jagiya,â
âOh, shut up,â you shift, bringing your mouth to his and pressing you both into a lazy early morning kiss.
Heâs fairly insatiable, but it had been several days since you had found any time to properly be together. Your schedules were mismatched recently, and even on this brief respite vacation you were so busy with his family during the day that you both collapsed into sleep at the end of every night. His kisses, firm and tender, are enough to spike arousal through you and have your muscles twitching in anticipation.
San rolls you onto your back and hovers over you, one hand on your jaw to stroke your skin softly as he kisses you. His tongue catches yours, his breath warm on your skin, and he moves to peck your lips a few times gently before he pulls back and looks down at you. âWeâll have to be quiet,â he whispers, youâre both painfully aware that his parents are only a few rooms down the hall, and his sister Haneul and her partner share the far wall.
You nod and smile up at him, âThatâs okay,â
San slips a hand under the comforter and presses it between your thighs, sliding open your legs, âYou know,â he murmurs quietly, âIâve never had sex here,â
âThe cabin?â Your eyebrows raise.
âIâve never brought anyone here before,â he says softly, and his fingers dip under the edge of your underwear.
You stifle a little gasp at the sensation and focus on his words, âNever?â
He shakes his head, his middle finger slipping down between your folds and over your already sensitive clit.
âWhy?â you ask, but at the roll of his fingers against your bud you press your mouth shut and exhale low and steady to keep from making a sound.
He shrugs and kisses your face, your lips, your jaw, the length of your neck. His fingers are soft but measured, heâs learned exactly what pace you like and when, and heâs practiced at making you come now. When your hand lands on his back and grips onto his sweatshirt he knows youâre ready and he pushes two fingers deep inside you, your underwear straining off your hips and over the back of his knuckles.
Youâre wet and ready for him, but the stretch of his fingers still has you whimpering, and you press your face into his shoulder, holding your eyes tightly shut. His fingers work in and out of you at a steady rocking pace, and you gently press your hips up to meet his thrusts. San shifts and flicks your nub again, circling it softly, and the combination of sensations has you biting your lip to keep from making a sound. When the heat curls perfectly inside you, and you rush up to the peak, a soft choked moan escapes your lips and San shakes his head.
âNo, no,â he whispers, âyou have to stay quiet,â
You nod, gripping onto him again, and he speeds up the thrusts of his fingers inside you. A tiny pant leaves you, and your mouth falls open, your head rolling back as you let the soft crest of your orgasm wash over you.
Pushing his hand away, you settle back into the covers and breathe slowly, steadying yourself after having to silently ride out your first release. San chuckles at you from his position propped up on his elbow, his other hand warm and low on your belly. His fingers stroke soft little circles into your bare skin, âGood?â
You nod, craning up to kiss him.
The comforter has fallen down to your waists now, the chill of the room no longer an issue with the steady fire in the hearth and the space heater. With a sated exhale, you look out the window over Sanâs shoulder, âLook at all that snow,â you murmur and San turns in bed to follow your gaze.
âMm,â he sighs, âthe storm turned.â
âYou think the roads will be clear by tomorrow afternoon?â You ask.
âDoubtful,â he shakes his head, âweâre probably going to be stuck here another day or two.â
Youâre quiet for a few minutes, watching the soft snow outside now that the morning light is breaking through the trees, but eventually San shifts his attention back to you and before you know it heâs sliding your panties down your legs.
âOkay,â he whispers, sliding himself over you and between your legs, his boxers already discarded, âyouâre too beautiful, I need you,â
No matter how many times he says things like this, it still shoots a blush up your cheeks. You open your legs a little wider, rocking your hips back into the right position, âHave me then,â you whisper back.
The head of his cock nudges your slit, and he reaches between you to position himself correctly, teasingly dragging his cock over your clit before he starts to press inside you. The glow of the fire and the increase of sunlight illuminates the room better than before, and you can see Sanâs small, pleased smile as he sinks into you.
Once fully seated inside you, he takes a moment, slipping a hand under your sweatshirt and pushing it up over your head to toss it back off to the side. His warm hand cups one of them softly, his thumb flicking over your nipple and he feels it harden under his touches. Youâre so eager for him to move his hips, but he merely lowers down and catches your nipple between his lips, sucking it gently and swirling his tongue around the peak.
You thrust your hips up softly, shifting him inside you and pressing him in a little further, circling your hips on his to create some friction on your clit. He sighs above you, his breath hot against your skin, and finally he pulls back and presses forwards, the sensation of him inside your tight walls and his tongue against your nipple connecting in a sharp line of pleasure.
When he thrusts again, the bed creaks loud and he pauses, his mouth coming away from you with a soft pop. âOh,â
âItâs fine,â you whisper, bringing your hands to his backside and pulling him further into you, circling your hips again.
He rocks his hips slowly, and you sigh as you work your hips against him, reaching to drag him into a kiss. When he ups the intensity again though and the bed creaks loudly once more, he stops. âThis bed is old,â he explains, as if you donât already realize what the problem is.
âSan,â you shift beneath him to get into a more comfortable position flat on your back and drag him down with you, âjust go slow, but please donât stop,â
He looks back down at you, remembering himself and smiles, kissing you softly and sinking lower onto you. His forearms rest on either side of you, his nose nuzzling your cheek and he lets his body relax over you without putting down his full weight. You turn your head towards him and meet his mouth eagerly, and you spend time here making out like teenagers in love, his hands in your hair, little gasps shared between you. Your hand holds onto his tense upper arm, sliding over the muscles of his biceps, down over his forearms. You love the way he holds you, desperate and tender.
One of his hands comes to rest on your bare hip, pressing you up against him and you circle your hips, grinding yourself up against the firm plane of his lower abdominal muscles. San breaks the kiss, his head lolling down onto the pillow next to you as you roll your hips against him, silently seeking any amount of friction possible, and he hums pleasantly in your ear, âI love the way you feel,â he murmurs.
You stifle a little pant as he presses down with his hips a little more firmly, and when you catch his eyes again you see how suddenly hungry and blown wide they are. He laces a hand in your hair, kissing you again and then dipping to the hollow of your ear, âDo you know how sweet you feel around me, jagiya?â
Your muscles clench and you swear you feel a renewed rush of wetness between your thighs at his words, his low tone whispering hot against your ear, âSannie,â you manage.
âShh, shh,â he starts to pump his hips then, little thrusts that donât shake the bed too much, but the position rocks him deliciously against your clit and sends a chill through you. He teeth catch your earlobe softly and he nips at you, âalways so wet for me,â he kisses your throat, tongue lapping at your pulse point, âalways so tight for me,â he shifts lower and licks a stripe up your neck.
A louder gasp leaves you, and you try your best to suppress the moan in your throat, but a little shocked groan of pleasure bubbles out of you. Sanâs hand shifts from your hair to cover your mouth and you can see that heâs watching you, your eyes going wide and rolling back at the way he holds you.
âBe good, baby,â he croons, his voice still low.
Pleasure is knotting inside you, heat flooding you, and his whispered words in your ears combined with the steady pressure of his hard length inside you has you gripping onto him, falling apart at the seams. He always seems to know what you need, to know your body better than you know it yourself, and he wants nothing more than to please you.
He picks up the pace of his thrusts and you see that his eyes are pressed closed as he drives into you, but the creaking of the bed echoes through the room again and he stops, snapping his hips down once and burying himself deep. âFuck,â he shakes his head and you whine against his hand, âcome here, letâs try this,â He cradles you and rolls over, his cock never leaving you as he repositions you above him.
You sigh into his chest, âI liked that though,â
He pouts a little up at you, his hands pushing you into a sitting position perched on his hips, âI know baby, but let me see you,â
Youâve never been fully comfortable like this, on display for him despite the intoxicating feeling of him filling you perfectly from this angle. You prefer him above you, behind you, next to you, but not beneath you quite like this. You rock back the way he wants you, your arms gently crossing over your exposed chest.
âHey, hey,â he shakes his head, âdonât hide,â
You didnât even realize you were, but when he pulls your arms away from yourself and tries to direct you to place your hands squarely in the center of his chest, you feel suddenly very exposed. He reaches up and cups your cheek in his warm palm, âWhatâs going on?â
âItâs nothing,â you whisper back, shaking your head.
ây/n,â his thumb strokes your cheek, âdonât be shy, not with me.â
âIâm sorry,â
He shakes his head again, pulling you down to settle against his chest so he can wrap his arms around you, âDonât be sorry,â
You kiss him, nodding against him, but he breaks away and catches your eyes again, âDo I not tell you enough? Youâre⌠god, sweetheart youâre so beautiful. Youâre the most beautiful woman Iâve ever seen and I love you, I love every inch of you,â
âI know,â you smile softly, and you do know. He always tells you, but sometimes it takes a moment for him to remind you.
âYou do?â
âI do, I promise,â you kiss him, âI just got a little self conscious all of a sudden.â
âThatâs okay,â he strokes your back, âyouâre okay,â
He kneads the soft flesh of your thighs, sweeping his hands up your sides and cupping your jaw again as you kiss, your body melting into his, and when you sigh pleasantly against him and his cock twitches inside you, he groans quietly against your lips.
âLet me see you,â he urges, pushing you back up into a sitting position, only this time youâre feeling a little bolder. His hand stays warmly on the center of your chest, acting as a bit of a balance point, and you reposition your legs to brace under yourself a little better. You drag yourself up and drop yourself down on him, the bed not making a sound.
âThank god,â he pants and grips your hips.
âShh,â you tease, turning his little shushes around on him, and you bounce up and down on him again.
The bed stays quiet, so you plant your hands on the center of his chest and lean forwards, the perfect angle to bounce and roll your hips faster, creating perfect friction. San drops his head back and swallows a groan, his hands tightening on you and he exhales low and controlled.
Itâs the quietest sex youâve ever had, both of you hyper aware of any little noise the bed might make, but quickly you start to lose yourself at the sensation of him filling you just right, his stiff length stretching you perfectly, brushing the sweet spot inside you.
You shake the hair over your shoulder with a flick of your head, your thighs burning at the controlled use of your muscles, but you canât stop, a sheen of sweat breaking out across your chest, biting down on your lip to keep from crying out at the way he connects perfectly inside you.
His hand slides from between your breasts over the soft plane of your stomach, his thumb slipping just low enough to press against your clit again. His touch sends sparks up your spine and you shudder out a breathy exhale, trying desperately to to make a sound.
âCome on,â he murmurs, âthere you go,â
Your body locks up at the sudden crest of your orgasm, the sharp snap of pleasure inside you has you spinning and when a gentle whine slips out of your mouth, he reaches up and grabs you, bringing you down to his chest suddenly and locking your mouths together. He holds you steady with his hands on your hips while your body locks up around him, planting his feet on the mattress to let him thrust his hips up into you and bring you through your pleasure.
You whimper against his mouth, but he holds you tightly to him, swallowing all your little sounds with his kiss. You break away to suck in a breath, and he holds you tight to him, sweat slick and needy as he quietly ruts up into your wet core. Heâs close, you can see it in his eyes, the way his mouth hangs open pleasantly while he watches you, and you tense your channel walls around him.
You know you should move, slide off and let him come across your skin or take him salty and quick down your throat, but with the way heâs looking at you, you donât want to move an inch. He taps your hip, telling you that you have to move, but the feeling of him is heady, like being drunk, and you want nothing more than to keep him inside you. When you donât immediately slide off you watch his brow furrow and his hips stutter, âYou have to move,â he manages, and your brain snaps back to reality.
You push up and off him, coming to his side immediately and take his cock in your hand. You pump it steadily, your leftover wet slick providing the perfect lubricant as you roll your wrist and work his thick length from base to tip.
âSannie,â you whisper, your hand never stilling, âwhere do you want to come?â
He changes his mind often, and heâs not picky, he loves the pretty picture of you covered in him, but he doesnât answer you, merely maneuvers you the way he wants you. His hand shoves yours away and he replaces it with his own, shushing you as he pushes you down on your back and drags your legs back open. He kneels between them, fisting his cock and working it frantically, his mouth open and brow tight, sweat across his forehead and the smooth skin of his chest.
When he comes, itâs fast and hot, collapsing over you with his free hand on the mattress by your hip. His warm release spreads in white ropes across your stomach, the tip of his cock resting on your mound as he breaths through the dizzy pleasure of his orgasm. His face is flushed, perfectly pink from his chest to cheeks, and you smile up at him, reaching to rest your hand on top of his.
âThat was,â you start to say, but he cuts you off, his head still hanging as he recovers.
âWe should get married,â
The words hang between you, and your eyes widen. There was a certain truth to post-orgasm clarity, but his words are startling and you donât know if you even heard him right. The tiny question leaves your lips and is barely audible, âwhat?â
âWe should,â he sighs and rocks back to a kneeling position, running a hand through his damp hair, âI mean, I love you. Letâs get married.â
You push yourself up, immediately climbing out of bed. You have to get cleaned up, youâre a shaky mess, and you might start crying if you keep looking at him. You grab a towel, cleaning yourself up and getting your robe off the back of the door to wrap around yourself.
When you turn back around, San has pulled on a pair of boxers and a thin white t-shirt and heâs looking at you expectantly, âWhat do you think?â
âI think I really didnât expect to be asked like that,â You tell him, and when he doesnât seem to understand why youâre hesitating, why youâre six feet across the room with your arms crossed, you clarify it for him. âLike an afterthought,â
             Heâs quiet, digesting your words and he sits back down on the bed before saying, âLook in my suitcase, in the inner zippered pocket.â
âWhat?â
âJustâŚâ he sighs, âplease, trust me.â
Youâve never been mad at him before, not really, but right now you donât know how you feel. You tuck your hair behind your ears and reach into his suitcase, rooting around to find the right pocket before you unzip it and push your hand down into it. âThereâs nothing in here,â you tell him when your fingers find nothing but liner and involuntarily tears start to flood up into your eyes.
âWait, what?â He jumps up, heading for you immediately, reaching into the suitcase to check for himself.
You back away, leaving him to look for whatever it is, and return to the bed, sitting back against the headboard with your arms crossed, biting your lip to keep from crying.
âOh my God,â he sighs, his shoulders dropping in relief, âyou were in the wrong pocket,â
âSan, I really donât know what this has to do with you asking me to marry you completely out of the blue, but I,â your words die in your throat instantly.
San holds up a small red velvet box, his free hand over his heart now that he knows he didnât just lose something so precious. âIâm an idiot,â he says, âand I shouldnât have asked you like that, I had a whole plan, I swear I did.â
He crosses the room, sitting on the edge of the bed with one leg hitched up so he can face you, and he places the ring box on your thigh. You can barely breathe, but he continues, âIâve been carrying it around for a long time, and I could never figure out how to ask you, but tomorrow I was going to take you up to the lake in the morning and ask you there, properly.â
âSan,â you manage, your fingertips connecting with the edge of the box, but your hands are a little shaky and you donât know if you can open it.
He takes your hand in his, squeezing it softly, âIâm sorry,â he says, his voice low and earnest, âit felt right in the moment, but it isnât out of the blue. Iâve had this since last Christmas.â
Almost a year.
Your eyes snap up to his, âAre you kidding?â
He shakes his head, taking the ring box from you and opening it. The box is old, you can see that now from the way the velvet is worn around the hinges, the gold flaking off from the design on the back. It makes a little squeak when it finally settles open and nestled inside you see it. Itâs gold, simple and fairly small but lovely and classic. âItâs my grandmothers,â he murmurs.
âOh,â tears well up in your eyes in earnest now, a few rolling over your cheeks, and you reach out to brush the ring softly with your fingertips.
âI asked my father for it last year,â he rests a hand on your knee.
âWe had only been dating,â you think back to last Christmas, how many months had it been? Youâre struggling to do the math staring down at the ring.
âFour months,â he answers.
You look back up at him, and his eyes are soft and loving, a smile on his mouth, the ring still in his hand, âI knew immediately,â he says, moving to gently cup your face, âI just wanted to find the right moment, and I wanted you to be sure,â
âOh my god,â you canât help the tears, and he wipes a wayward one away with the soft pad of his thumb.
âSo tomorrow morning, Iâll take you up to the lake just like I planned,â he shuffles closer to you, âyou deserve to be asked properly. You can even pretend to be surprised,â
You smile at his words, the weight of the ring box resting on your knee again.
âBut,â he continues, âI donât think Iâll make it through the day if you donât give me an answer. So just between us, will you marry me?â
âYes,â you nod into his palm, reaching for him, âof course, of course I will,â
The smile across his face is wide, energy bubbling in him, and he all but tackles you, kissing you soundly and cuddling you back into bed. Heâs laughing and suddenly you are too, the absurdity of the morning and your first almost fight. âI love you so much,â you tell him between kisses, each word punctuated since he wonât stop locking his lips on yours.
âIâm sorry,â he shakes his head against you, âI didnât mean to upset you,â
âYou didnât,â you kiss him again, âyouâre perfect,â
âIâm still taking you to the lake,â he holds you close, his eyes sparkling.
âYou donât have to,â you shake your head, kissing him softly.
âI want to,â he presses.
San reaches behind you for the ring box that was tossed to the side when he tackled you, reopening the box, and he wraps an arm around you, pulling you to rest in the cook of his arm, âHere,â he pulls the ring from the box and takes your left hand, slipping the ring down over your finger.
It fits perfectly, and you canât stop staring at it in awe, stretching your hand out in front of you and watching as the small diamond catches the morning light, âItâs so beautiful,â you murmur.
âIt looks right on you,â he smiles, âbut let me put it back and Iâll give it to you tomorrow.â
You bring your hand to your chest and crane your neck to look up at him, âWhat? No, no, I donât want to take it off.â
âJagi,â he teases, nudging you, âI canât propose with an empty box,â
âJust a little longer,â you press him, and he grins.
âA little longer,â he concedes.
San pulls the blankets up over you both, cocooning you both in the warmth of the bed, and he moves you to spoon, reaching around to hold you close and taking your left hand in his. You admire the ring, and he plays with your fingers, spinning the ring around, his eyes locked at its new home on your finger. You canât help but imagine a matching wedding band on his hand.
âSan,â you murmur, and he sidles closer, âI love you so much,â your voice thick with emotion.
He sighs against your hair, kissing your temple softly and intertwining your fingers, âYouâre going to be my wife,â
âYouâll be my husband,â you grin, âI like the sound of that,â
âMm,â he nuzzles you, content, âmy yeobo,â
The endearment spreads warmth through your chest and you kiss the warm skin of his arm under your cheek, âI like the sound of that too.â
âYeobo,â he murmurs, and you hear the warmth in his low tone as he moves his position above you to capture your lips, kissing you slow and tender, âMy beautiful wife,â
Blush runs through you, dizzy at his words. Your husband. The words echo through your mind, the way you love him is a feeling so thick in your chest you feel like it might burst out of you. âSannie, letâs just tell people today,â you murmur, âI want everyone to know.â
He shakes his head, âTomorrow,â
âYou asked me,â you nudge him.
âI know,â he sighs, âbut tomorrow, for today I just want it to be ours only.â
Heâs soft, a romantic, and you can barely believe that twenty minutes ago you were questioning the sincerity of his proposal just because he blurted it out. Heâs always been this way, treating you like you were the most precious thing.
âOkay,â you agree, slipping the ring off and tucking it back away into the box, âbut after tomorrow, Iâm never taking it off.â
âI wouldnât want you to,â he kisses your temple, taking the box and placing it on the nightstand.
You settle back into his arms, still held in the quiet of the winter snowfall. Itâs time to get up, but neither want of you wants to leave the bed and leave each otherâs touch. With your head resting on his chest, you watch the beginnings of fresh snow drifting down from the hazy morning sky, the sound of the tiny ice particles collecting on the windows again. You take comfort in the rising and falling of his chest with steady breath, the thump of his heart against your cheek, his fingers softly stroking patterns into your skin. You rest with him, and he rests with you. Here, in this small corner of the morning, you belong only to each other.
this fic is not meant to represent seonghwa in any way, shape or form.
        In the bright light of the morning sun, the world now looked like a different sort of thing. At some point while you slept, a fresh layer of heavy snow rushed in, covering everything in sparkling white. It is the perfect weather for Christmas Eve â made even more perfect by the sudden, dreamlike turn of events the night prior.
        Seonghwa is still in his room by the time you wake up, shower, and change clothes. Either he is asleep or too busy having a moral crisis to come downstairs. In the kitchen, only Hongjoong is there, fumbling sleepily with the coffee machine.
        âWhere is everyone?â You inquire, practically skipping into the room.
        Hongjoong, in his vastly oversized black sweater and baggy sweatpants, manages to successfully hit the correct button for coffee and the machine comes to life.
        His back still to you, he replies, âI think your parents are asleep and your brother went out to try to find donuts. I told him to bring coffee. No offense but I hate the brand your parents buy.â Hongjoong turns around then, blinking a couple of times. âArenât you cold?â
A/N In honor of Mingiâs bday and for hitting 500+ followers (thank you omg) hereâs a very healthy fic that I already love. I hope you guys love it too!! (Also this is unedited my bad I just wanted you post it today)
Also thank you to @mingkiyoo for requesting this, I had a blast writing it :)
đPairing ⢠best friendâs brother! Mingi x (fem) writer! reader x seonghwa
đSynopsis ⢠Believing that you were destined to be with your best friend seonghwa all your life, his little brother Mingi was never a thought in your mind. After reuniting with the brothers after years of being abroad, you had your mind set to get together with seonghwaâuntil Mingi stole your heart without warning.
đGenre/au ⢠best friends brother au, summer au, beach house au, smut, fluff
đWarnings/tags ⢠18+ minors dni, healthy relationship, pining, drinking, mingi is a sweetie, love triangle (barely), picnic, mingi has a cat, height difference, hopelessly romantic, super fluffy, also super smutty but in a romantic way, shower sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (male receiving) total summer read lemme tell you
Summer. The word itself feels warm. Like being curled up in a blanket next to a fireplace, or even the warm, harsh sun rays that break through the windows.
Summer to you was an escape. A getaway. A time when you didn't have to worry about anythingâexcept your feelings for seonghwa.
He was your sun. Your world. The boy you pictured yourself marrying, and even daydreamed about what kind of dress you would wear to your wedding. He was perfect in every way, but the thing was, he was your best friend. Friends don't stay friends when complicated feelings are involved.Â
All your little life you dreamed about him. Longed for him in ways no friend should think about. You always thought you kept it buried pretty deep that no one would be able to notice, but you didn't think about a certain younger boy that knew everything behind those eyes of yours.Â
It was as if he knew your soul like the back of his hand, while you barely knew him.
Seonghwa was your sun; you were Mingiâs moon. His moonlightâhis everything.
You left six years ago, on a journey across the world to the bustling city of New York, you fell in love with everything around you.
But not enough to stay.Â
After those years of growing up, you ran through college like it was a marathon. Getting your life on track knowing that you couldn't stay in the states your whole lifeâmaybe because of your lack of english knowledgeâyou decided to fly back to your hometown.Â
You had no plan, no idea in your mind. You just got up and left, hoping everything would fall into place. Maybe you'd bump into seonghwa again, and maybe he would still think of you as his best friend. It was better than nothing, at least.
Stepping onto the rough gravel, you shut the door of the taxi cab with your luggage in the other hand. The air already felt differentâlike home. The scent felt like a warm embrace, even if you had nowhere to go. It smelled a bit fishy with a hint of salt from the ocean, but you loved it. Craved it.
It was summer.Â
Your mom left your childhood home a few years back. She told you it started to get a bit lonely ever since your father left, and decided to move back in with her sister in the heart of Seoul. You couldn't lie, it was a good idea. Your aunt was a riot, so you figured your mom was enjoying herselfâand enjoying her homemade fruity cocktails you always wanted as a kid.
You took a breath as you faced the slightly run-down airbnb you booked for a few weeks out of the summerâthe perks of being a bestselling author. You've been in a slump for a while, the lack of romance in your life caused your mind to fall behind. This summer, you wanted to find love. Well, at least some form of it.
Lugging your luggage behind you, you checked into the home and walked in. The strong scent of wood erupted your senses, a feeling of nostalgia taking over your heart. It enveloped you as you walked in, your chest feeling heavy. The smell reminded you of your old home here in Jeju, and you had wished you never left. You wondered about the what ifâs, but there was no point drowning into any of it.
After settling in and cleaning up a bit of the dust around the house, you sat down on the couch as you wondered what to do. You had your mind set on meeting your childhood best friend again, and you thought about how good he looked now years later. He was slightly younger than youâonly by about five monthsâbut you always rubbed it in your face that you were older. His brother was two and a half years younger than you, and you always thought of him as a cute baby brother.Â
To be fair, the last time you saw him, he was only sixteen and still hasnt grown into his body. You had no concept of time, and it was hard to imagine him as a twenty-two year old grown man now. Did his ears still turn pink when he blushed? Did he still run around like a maniac as if he never got tired? Is he still as clumsy as ever?
Your mind wandered all around Mingi; the sweet little boy that seemed to be attached to your hip. He wasn't too much younger than you, but a part of you has never thought of him as anything more than a little brother.
Well, until now.
You left the house, your mind on mingi now moving towards the brother you thought you were destined to.
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You walked around the outside market by the seaside a few days later, the air now really smelling fishy. You tossed in a few things into your basket, not exactly organized in any way.
After tossing in some green onions from the produce stand, someone ran right into you from behind, causing you to tumble onto the ground, dropping all your groceries out from your basket in the process.
âOh, shit, Iâm sorry,â a deep voice rumbled from above you, and you looked up to notice a boy with dark brown hair. A few light brown streaks scattered through his gorgeous locks, and his lips were a soft pink. He looked all too familiar, and held out his hand to you, frowning when you weren't taking it. âAre you alright?â
You let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding, meeting his piercing gaze. His hand twitched now as he peered at you, taking notice of your featuresâfeatures he could never forget. âY/N?â he questioned, his deep voice raising a pitch or two. His lips were parted in a smile, his eyes glittering under the fluorescent lights from the fish tanks around you.
It seemed like a movie. From the way everyone stopped and stared, to the way this handsome stranger held his hand out to youâalthough heâs not a stranger at all. It took you a second to put two and two together, and the minute you took his hand, you felt the warmth flow through you.
Once he pulled you up from the ground, you really noticed how tall he was. He towered over you like some sort of skyscraper, his hand still holding onto yours like his life depended on it. You frowned up at him, peering through the curtains of his hair to stare into his honey-like eyes.
And there it was. The minute you knew him.
You could recognize those eyes anywhere.
âMingi?!â you gasped, pulling your hand away from his to take a step away from him in shock. Itâs been six years since you saw him, and the last time you did see him, he was only about half the size he is currently. His hair changed, and it made you wonder what else changed about him. âHoly shit.â
He was taken aback, looking around shyly before letting out an anxious giggle. âIs that reaction a good or bad one?â he asked you, fiddling with his fingers. You looked up to himâliterally. He was no longer that baby brother. He was a totally different person.
âWhat happened to your teeth?â you mumbled, eyes wide as you noticed how pin-straight they were. They were also blinding white, matching the t-shirt that seemed a bit too snug on his toned body. Since when was he built??
âI got my braces off a few years back,â he spoke, running a hand through his unique head of hair. It was longer now, falling past his ears. âAlso grew a few inches. Iâm taller than Seonghwa now.â
Seonghwa. He was barely a thought in your mind as you looked at the younger brother. You had to admit, you were a bit curious about Seonghwa's whereabouts, and what better than having Mingi right in front of you for the answers.Â
You took a step closer to him, totally forgetting about the scattered groceries on the ground. âSpeaking of seonghwa,â you carried on, getting a bit nervous. âHow is he? Is he still around?â
He frowned.
âOh, he um, heâs working on a business trip in Seoul for the time being. Itâs just me and the cat,â he let out a chuckle, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. âMy parents went on a trip to some tropical place, I don't know.â
You watched his eyes dance around yours until he bent down to pick up your groceries. âSo, itâs just baby Mingi, huh?â you bent down to help him, standing back up after everything was collected.
He nodded, sticking his large hands into the pockets of his jeans. They were a bit baggy on his body, sitting loosely on his hips. You couldn't stop looking at him. Staring at him. You could tear your gaze from him. There was nothing âlittleâ about him anymore, you had no reason to keep that nickname anymoreâŚ
Should you call him big mingi? Enormous, large, gigantic, monumentousâ
âItâs just me,â he shrugged, handing you the basket. âI go back to school in the fall, so I'm home to take care of the cat and the house.â
You looked around the market, realizing it's getting a bit crowded. You reached out without thinking and gripped onto mingiâs hand, pulling him through the crowd and out towards the exit, setting down your basket before exiting.Â
âAren't you gonna get that?â he asked you.
You shook your head, walking further out. You reached a quiet spot, the blue sea visible and the burnt orange sky glistening onto the water.Â
âSorry, I should have remembered you don't like crowds,â He murmured, the corner of his lip upturned in a smirk.
You furrowed your eyebrows as you noticed how tan his skin looked. âYou remember that?â
He nodded, looking at you with unknown emotions. âYeah.â
You took a second to collect the thoughts in your mind. You watched him as he looked at you, and your eyes trailed to his lips as he licked them.
Goddamn.Â
âSo you're in college? What are you, a third year?â
âNo,â he smiled. âItâs gonna be my last year. History Major.â
You smiled. You did remember how much he loved to learn about history. It always intrigued him to the point of no return. It just makes so much sense that itâs what he chose to do the rest of his life.
He moved his gaze to the ocean, a look of content across that face of his. It felt strangeâthe feeling when you looked at him. It felt like you barely knew him, even if you spent eighteen years in this place with him by your side for sixteen. Your mothers were best friends growing up, causing you and the boys to grow up together as well.
 It was your choice to leave, but it was also your choice to come back, even if the reason to come back was for Mingiâs brother, he wasn't even here anyway. You were strangely okay with that, as mingi offered a source of comfort.
âSo, how was New York city?â he asked, his voice deeper than ever. It was hard to imagine that younger self of his now after seeing this version. âDid you meet a city boy with a yacht?âÂ
You laughed, looking out to sea with him. You watched the waves ripple through the sand, the sound music to your ears. âNo, sadly. Although that would've been romantic.â
He smiled as you spoke.
Your voice was music to his ears.
You turned towards him when you felt his gaze on you. You didn't notice his ears turn pink.
âRomantic, huh,â he trailed off, biting the inside of cheek. You peered through his eyes, noticing how pretty they were as the orange hues from the sunset reflected onto them. He looked tanâhis skin like honey and kissable lips. You were drawn into him like a fish on a hook, and it made you uneasy. You've never felt this wayâyou were certain it was just the nostalgia.
âSo, where are you staying? I saw that your old house was sold,â He said, his eyes sparkling. They reminded you of the sea.
You sighed, looking back to the ocean. It looked prettier than everâmaybe it was because you were with him. âJust in an airbnb until I find my own place,â you hummed, watching the waves crash onto the shore. âLame, I know.â
He stuck his hands in his pockets, kicking at the rocks on the ground. It was a bit awkward meeting him right away, but something told you it was fate.Â
Maybe he was your fate.
âItâs not lame, butâŚâhe trailed off, seeming a little nervous. âI mean you could always stay at mine. I know that you used to hate being aloneâŚ.â he spoke carefully, making sure you were comfortable. âIâm not telling you that you have toâI mean, I must be a stranger to you now but umâŚIf you start to feel lonely, I'll be your company.â
His smile cut through you like a knife. You almost stopped breathing for a second, his kindness overtaking you. You weren't used to men being this friendly without motives. He was genuinely making sure you were okay, and he even remembered how much you hated being alone. Sure, you grew out of that fear, but he didn't need to know that.
You thought about it. You already spent the money for the stay, but maybe you could cut it short. This summer would be more fun with him, anyway.
âThat sounds nice,â you smiled, fixing the strap of your sundress. âIâll have to see if I can cut my stay time. Iâd rather not spend the money if I don't need to.â
He laughed. It sounded so sweet. âI um, yeah. Think about it and let me know.â
Silence enveloped you both. The air felt smooth and easy to breathe, and you couldn't remember the last time you truly felt at ease. The gears in your mind started to turn, thinking about writing about this momentâhe could be the perfect inspiration for a summer romance novel.
Fuck the airbnb, it was time to make a bestselling book.
âActually,â you rubbed your elbow anxiously as you tried to form the right words in your mind. âIâll get my stuff out of there tonight, if thatâs okay with you.â
His eyes lit up like he was shocked you wanted to stay with him. You didn't want to tell him the reason for your quick response, but he had to know how beautiful he was. He seemed like the perfect protagonistâsalty hair and tanned skin, his heart upon his sleeveâyou were already planning on the plot as you looked at him.
So perfect.
âHow much stuff do you have? I can help.â
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You watched as Mingi lifted your suitcase into the back of his sleek SUV, dusting off his hands after shutting the trunk. It was unusual to see him soâŚmanly. He was always such a lanky string bean, and now, your mind and heart had a hard time understanding his change.
He looked back to you, opening the passenger door for you to get in. âOnly one suitcase? Were you planning on only staying a few days?â He asked you as you got in, holding his hand out to prevent you bumping your head.
To be fair, you had a moving truck ready for all your stuff when you were able to find a place to move in to. You weren't sure how long it would take you to find a place, and you were secretly hoping that your old house was up for sale.
âNo, I'll be here permanently after I find an actual home,â you laughed, settling into the car.
He sat in the driver's seat then, and as he drove away, you watched how his fingers wrapped around the wheel ever so slightly. You wanted to touch his hand. Hold his hand. You wanted to touch more than his hand.
Dear god, these thoughts have to stop, or you might do something you regret.
The house was just as beautiful as it was years agoâflowers lining up the walkway to the brick steps. You smiled as you saw a cute little orange cat in the window.
Mingi rolled the suitcase behind him, chuckling as he saw your enjoyment. âThere's my baby,â he cooed, and your heart fluttered for a moment too long. You knew he wasn't talking to you, but you kind of wished he was.Â
Once you both reached the door, he moved close to you to open the door. You felt your heart race as his shoulder bumped into yours.
You watched the cat jump out of the window when it noticed Mingi.
He opened the door, hinting at you to enter first. You were immediately welcomed by the whimsical orange cat, who rubbed against your legs like itâs seen you before. You've never met such a friendly cat. You wanted to steal it.
âAh, thatâs Clementine. I just call her tiny,â he reached down to pet his sweetheart of a cat, and she meowed at his touch. âAwe Hi tiny girl. I promise Iâll feed you something tastyâah, be nice, we have a special guest.â
Just by the way he treated the cat made you feel at home. He looked over to you, and all you wanted to do was brush the stray hairs away from those kind eyes of his.
You looked around the beach house, gazing at the picture frames that were scattered along the walls. Everything felt the same, as if it were never moved. It was nice to see his family still intactâeven if they weren't all together physically. It was like a breath of fresh air.
âYou can sleep in the guest room. No oneâs ever used it,â he smiled at you, making his way to the steps, picking up your heavy suitcase with ease. âI just hope you'll be comfortable.â
âOh, anything is better than that overpriced airbnb,â you giggled, following him up the stairs.Â
You trailed behind him as he walked down the upstairs hallway, turning into a pale orange room. The walls were barren, but the bed was made nicely. It was almost bigger than your full studio apartment in NYC, you were grateful for that.
You so didn't have to be here right now.
You took a mind note on how inviting he was, making sure you add that characteristic to your love interest.
âIf you need anything, let me know. Iâm here for you.â
Fucking hell, he had a way with words.
He started to walk out of the room, but he peeked his head back for a moment. âOh, my friends are coming over tonight, if you don't mind.â
Friends? Little mingi was a social butterfly now?
You nodded, unable to hide your happiness for him. âOf course, itâs not my place to argue with that, anyway,â you mumbled, unzipping your suitcase to start to unpack. âOh, and when is seonghwa coming back? It would be awkward if he just showed up while iâm here.â
His smile fell for a second, but he brought it right back. âOh, um. In three weeks or so,â he murmured, clearing his throat slightly. âIâm sure heâd be happy to see you, y/n.â
You smiled to yourself, but in your heart, you felt not one, but two of the brothers stirring around. You were used to one, but having the two of them in your heart felt heavy. You had to think with your mind instead, anyway.Â
You were sure that youâd be happy to see Seonghwa, but right now, you were content with Mingi. He felt like the only person in the world, and you craved that type of comfort.
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You snapped awake when you suddenly heard a loud thump from downstairs, followed by a bit of laughing. You jumped out of the bed quickly, just in case mingi hurt himself. You didn't want to baby him, you were sure he was having a blast with his friends, but you couldn't help but worry. It was instilled in your mind ever since you were youngerâhe was always breaking things.
You stumbled down the steps and made your way into the living room. âMingi? Is everything okayââ you stopped in your tracks as you noticed three more sets of eyes than normal.
âAh, whoâs this, hyung?â one of the boys hummed flirtatiously. âYour girlfriend?â
âStop it Wooyoung, can you ever be serious?â the other one said with irritation laced through his smooth voice.
âWhy else would there be a girl here at midnight?âÂ
âUh, hello,â you looked at Mingi, who was smiling at you with slight embarrassment. You weren't sure how to introduce yourself, so you prayed that he would do it for you.
He furrowed his eyebrows for a minute, then looked over to his two friends. âGuys, this is Y/N. She's an old friend of mine and Seonghwa.â
âAh, I see,â the brown haired boy nodded, a mischievous smirk on his face. You had to admit, every person in this room looked like they were pulled out of a novel. It was hard to know which one to look at. âSo, why are you hereâŚ.this late?â
âOh Iââ
âSheâs staying here with me,â Mingi shrugged confidently, flashing you a comforting smile.
You stared at him. Something in your heart just shifted.
âAnyway, Y/N, these are my friends, Wooyoung and San. and Iâm sorry if I woke you, I accidentally tripped on the carpet.â
You chuckled. Ah, same old Mingi.
You offered a smile to his friends, and you turned to Mingi, who wouldn't take his eyes off you. âOh, alright. Just be careful,â you yawed, giving them a little goodbye before trudging up the steps and back into your comfy bed.
You heard them laugh and carry on as you tried to fall back asleep, smiling at how happy Mingi seemed. It was nice to see him again, and even though it was by chance that you ran into him at the market, you haven't felt this comfortable in ages. It was healthyâso unlike your past relationship while you lived in new york.
You dreamed of Mingiâwho felt like a warm summer night.
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The week passed quickly. Staying with Mingi came with routines, and every morning you woke up, heâd have a plate of food ready for you on the table. He wasn't so sure about what kind of food you liked now, but his effort was what made it count.
He was gone most of the time before you were even awake. He helped the grannies at the market every morning, making sure they weren't carrying anything heavy. He was the kindest soul you've ever known, and your mind started to wonder why you never thought of him in any other way other than a brother.
Mingi still wasn't home as the sun set on the horizon, and you started to worry if he was okay. He definitely was, but you had a habit of making up the worst possible situations in your mind.Â
Thunder boomed loudly, nearly shaking the house. You let out a yelp, holding onto yourself as it startled you. You were never fond of thunderstorms; they always scared the shit out of you. The minute another boom rang through, you ran up the steps to take shelter under your blankets. Clementine sat at the edge of your bed, not even budging as you moved around.
You didn't know why you were so scared of it, maybe it was because it was thundering the day your dad left. It was deeper than just a little fear, but it still didn't take away the embarrassment of being scared of something so typicalâespecially at your dinosaur age.
You heard the roar of an engine pull into the driveway, the sound of the rain pitter-pattering against the car. You slid out of the bed to peeke out the window, feeling relief wash over you as you noticed it was Mingi.Â
You rushed out of the room in your pajamas, running down the stairs and into the kitchen to act like you weren't scared of anything. After pouring some juice into a mug, you heard the front door open, followed by the squeak of wet shoes.
âY/N?â his soft voice called. âAre you down here?â
You swallowed the sip of juice, nearly choking on your words. âIâm in the kitchen!â you called out to him, cradling the cup tightly as another boom of thunder erupted.
You squeezed your eyes shut, and opened them as if nothing was wrong when he entered the room.
He seemed cautious, like he already knew you were scared. Maybe he did, and you found it cute how much he remembered about you. It almost made you feel lacking, since you could barely remember anything about him.
âAre you alright?â he asked you softly, taking a step closer to you.Â
His hair was soaked, a shade darker than normal. He walked closer and closer until he was an arms length away. Close enough to see the raindrops in his eyelashes.
God, he was so pretty.Â
âYeah,â you gulped, squeezing the cup in your hands. âJust peachy.â
He frowned, looking down at your hands. To your surprise, he reached out, sliding his hands around yours. âLet go, I know how you feel about thunderstorms, y/n.â
Your eyes widened as he took the mug from your hands, replacing it with his own.
You paused, looking down at his hand in yours. âWhyâŚwhy do you remember so much?â you whispered, watching as his thumb rubbed your knuckle. He was so gentle, you weren't used to it.
He laughed at that, but didn't answer your question. What he did do was tilt your chin up with his free hand, making your heart beat faster than the thunder made it.
âItâs late. You should get some sleep,â he smiled gorgeously, tearing at your heart more and more. There was just something about his demeanor that made you want to jump his bones right then and there, but the other thing wasâŚthat you really just wanted to keep holding his hand.
He didn't let go as you walked back up the steps and into the room, but stopped in your tracks as thunder ran through again and again.
âUm, goodnight, I guess.â with all your strength, you pulled your hand out of his hold. It seemed like he didn't want to let go.
You got yourself comfy in the bed while he stood in the doorway. He sighed as he looked at you, and then looked over to the windowsill, where clementine was sleeping peacefully. âShould IâŚstay?â he mumbled. You barely heard him.
Your heart pounded in your chest as he stared at you across the room. It was dead silence, the only thing making noise was the rain pounding against the roof.Â
You took a second to respond. Unable to form words, you nodded, and he took a step further into the room, shutting off the light before walking towards the edge of the bed. He hesitated, and went to lay onto the floor.
âNo, don't lay on the cold floor, Mingi,â you huffed out, reaching out to grab his arm to stop him. You let out a shaky breath. âJustâŚsleep up here with me.â
He swallowed hard, looking down at the hand that held his wrist. After a second, he nodded, slipping under the covers next to you.
He laid stiffly on his back and his eyes trained to the ceiling, but after a large bolt of lightning and a bang of thunder, he reached to hold onto you, tucking your head into his chest. You were honestly just fine with having him by your side, but he was caring enough to hold you like this. It kind of made you want to cryâyou haven't been held in ages.Â
âShh, itâs alright,â he hummed into your ear softly, resting his head on top of yours. One arm was wrapped around your waist, the other cradling your head. His soft breaths hit your skin, offering a cozy feeling you weren't sure you've ever felt.Â
He held you all night, making sure you were alright, even when the rain stopped.
You fell asleep in his arms, never feeling this safe before.
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You woke up to the sound of birds chirping from outside the window. Letting out a sleepy yawn, you tried to move, but you were held down by someoneâs strong hold.
You opened your eyes then, peeking through the sleepiness to come face to face with a sleeping Mingi, whose lips were slightly parted with drool pooling at the corner of his mouth.
How cute.
Not knowing what to do or if you should do anything at all, you took a second to admire his features. His expression was relaxed, his hair was scattered over his face, and his lips looked as soft as ever. You wanted to reach out and touch them.
So you did; without even thinking.
The tips of your fingertips brushed against his smooth lips, causing you to blink slowly in wonder. It was as if it were the first time you've touched anyoneâit wasn't, but he made it feel that way. He captivated you unlike any other, and it made no sense to both your heart and mind.
His eyes opened slowly, meeting your lost gaze. You didn't move. You kept his sleepy stare, lost in the sparkle in his eyes. He was soâŚpretty. It caused a stir in your heart the more you looked at him. It scared you, but you were too far gone at this point.
He blinked at you as if he couldn't believe you were real. Maybe you were a dream to him the same way he was a dream to you at this moment.
You didn't pull your hand awayâyou just left it resting on his parted lips like it belonged there. He didn't move it or say anything, and you were too caught up in him to think about anything else.
âGood morning, y/n,â he hummed roughly, his sweet morning voice music to your ears.
You took a second to respond, lost in the thoughts of his beauty. âMorning,â you said, looking down at his lips one more time before letting go.
He watched you back away slightly, but his arm was still tossed on top of you. You watched a smile appear on that beautiful face of his, and you were unable to move any further. It was as if he put a spell on you like some sort of witchâhe had a hold on you, physically and mentally, even if you didn't want to admit it.
As the memories of last night flooded into your mind, you offered him a sheepish glance. âUh, Iâm sorry about last night. Iâm sorry you had to sleepâŚin the same bed asâŚme,â you stuttered out, but he just laid there with a slight smirk. He was even more attractive in the morning. It felt so domestic, like you were in a relationship with him. Maybe heâd bring you breakfast in bed when youâd be sick. Possibly hold you every night without the thunder being the reason behind it. He would kiss you whenâ
âNo, I liked it, actually,â He smiled sweetly, shutting his eyes as he yawned. You wanted to kiss him right then and there.
All right, that's enough of those thoughts now.
Sitting up on the bed, you glanced at him through your eyelashes. âWhat do you mean?â you wanted to know so bad, but you had a feeling it was just something simple that you over thought about.
âI mean that I enjoyed sleeping with you,â he hummed huskily, but you caught the worry in his eyes as the words left his lips. âI mean, sleeping next to you, not with you. I guess technically I slept with you, but not in the sexualââ
You interrupted him with a laugh. He was too cute. âMingi, I understand. No need to try and explain it.â
âI just didn't want you to get the wrong idea,â he sat up with you, his back against the wooden headboard. His hair was a mess; you wanted to fix it. âI justâitâs not like I wouldnt want to sleep with you sexually because I would totally want to do that butââ he stopped himself, sighing when he realized what he just said. You watched his ears turn pink. âIâll just stop talking now.â
You tried to hide your own blush at those words. If anyone else said that, you'd be smacking them to the moon. This time, however, you wanted him to keep talking. You wanted him to tell you all the things he wanted to do to you.
You ignored the pounding of your heart and gave him a slight smile before sliding off the bed. Clementine was standing at the door, meowing like crazy. She was probably hungry. âIâll go feed tiny,â you glanced over your shoulder to see a sulking Mingi slumped over.Â
He didn't say anything as you walked out the room, but as soon as the door shut, he threw himself around in the sheets that now smelled like you.Â
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As you poured clementine's delicious food into her bowl, you heard Mingi come up from behind you. He entered the kitchen like some kind of gremlin, his shoulders hunched and bags under his sparkling eyes. You snickered, standing up straight after giving tiny a little pet.
âYou okay? You look like you got mauled by a tiger,â you snarked, to which he replied with a half smile. He walked towards the fridge and grabbed the eggs, setting them down on the kitchen island.
Even the morning looked good on him. God, you were getting different versions of the same man you once thought was a boy, confusing your heart more and more. Was it a crime to find him attractive? No, hell no. but it sure felt like you were committing one as you dreamed of him rather than seonghwa.
âWhatâs Seonghwa's job now? I haven't even thought about asking that,â you leaned up on the counter while mingi pulled out a pan from the cupboard. âIâm sure heâs some crazy smart businessman or something,â you laughed, but Mingi didn't think it was funny.Â
He turned on the stove burner. âHe is, actually,â Mingi sniffed, running a hand through his hair while he cracked the eggs into the pan. âHow many eggs do you waââ
âI always pictured him in a suit,â you sighed as you thought about how hot he would look in a suit, when all of a sudden, it changed to an image of Mingi. His lean figure stood tall, the imaginary tailored suit clung to his silhouette. He was so beautiful, so so beautiful. You could say that a million times and you would still believe it.
Mingi watched the delusions shadow your expression, and little did he know you were imagining him and not his brother.Â
âHe looks like an alien in them. Like a fucking string bean,â he growled, plucking out a spatula from the holder. He aggressively tossed around the eggs in the pan, and then waltzed over to the fridge to grab the leftover rice. âAnd you didn't answer my question on how many eggs you wanted, y/n.â
The tone of his voice was sharp; it cut like a knife right through you. You wondered if he took offense to the fact that you would think about his brother, but you shook the crazy thought away and changed the subject, standing up from your lean.Â
âIâll have two. And can you put cheese on it for me?â
He didn't turn around to look at you. He just nodded, and rummaged through the fridge for the cheese.
The room was quiet. Too quiet. Mingi was usually quite loud and playful, and you wondered why the change of temperament. âDo you want to go out with me today?â
Mingi choked on nothing at those words, having a coughing fit. You almost grabbed him a drink, but he caught his breath fairly quickly and turned to look at you as he piled the eggs on a plate. âW-what? Go out with you?â
You smirked. âYeah. like a date, but not a date,â now you were just teasing him.
Mingi stared at you with wide eyes, the sleepiness completely wiped away. âUh, sure. Yeah. What are you planning on?â
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âNo.â
âYes.â
âIâm not going up there.â
You both stood at the bottom of a mountain, ready for a hike up it. You were never really an athletic person, but you always wanted to try and do a hike to see if you could do it. Mingi was not having it, backing away towards his car as if he wasn't the one that drove here.
âMingi, please?â you pleaded with puppy dog eyes, almost cringing at yourself for your actions. âIt'll be fun, I promise.â
Mingi scoffed, crossing his toned arms over his chest. You kept getting distracted by him since he decided to sport a cutoff shirt that revealed quite a bit of skin. It made you want to see more. âWhat do I get out of this?â
You smirked, hooking him in. âHmm. How about drinks on me? At the bar downtown?â
You saw the sparkle in his eye, knowing that heâd cave at that. And he did.
 You began your trek up the rocky mountain, your feet already starting to burn from the scolding terrain.
âI told you it was a bad idea,â Mingi groaned, sweat dripping down his face. You watched as his smooth skin shined brightly under the sun, feeling a spark go off in your heart.
You huffed as your legs started to get tired. âNo,â huff. âItâs a great,â huff. âExperience.â
Mingi scoffed at that, looking ten times better than you after a bit of time. He kept looking over at you every chance he got, but he was still more quiet than usual.
Well, until now.
âDo you still like my brother?â he broke all the walls you put up with one little question.
You stopped mid stride, looking up at the cloudy sky as you thought about the answer. You always dreaded this conversation with him ever since you were a kid, but you never knew Mingi knew. âYou knew that I liked him?â
Mingi stopped too, slightly ahead of you. You were about halfway up the mountain with no other hikers in sight. âTo be fair, y/n, you didn't really hide it. I think the only person who didn't know was Seonghwa himself,â he sighed as a single raindrop fell between you.
 Maybe you should've checked the weather.
You frowned, furrowing your eyebrows. âI uh, well, I did like himââ
âI know that. Do you still do? He asked sternly, taking a step closer.Â
You looked straight into his eyes. It was an easy questionâsuper easy, actually. Your heart knew the answer as soon as it was asked, but for some reason, you couldn't form the words on your tongue. You wanted to tell him that Seonghwa was barely on your mind since you ran into him. You wanted to tell him that you didn't want to look at anything else now that you saw him. You didn't want to think of anything else.
âIâŚâ The rain began to fall around you like tiny shards, and as it started to speed up, you changed the subject as quickly as you could and turned the other way. âWe should head back, it's starting to get bad.â
Mingi didn't say anything. As you frantically moved down the mountain to escape confrontation you could easily solve, your foot got caught between a rock, causing you to fall down and tumble slightly. You let out a yelp as your ankle cracked, and the sharpness of the rocks cut up your legs slightly.
âY/n!â Mingi let out, completely forgetting that he was going to tell you to forget your feelings. âAre you okay? Ah Noâdon't get up, just give yourself a second.â
You groaned, but more so because of how embarrassing that was. You put your head down and let out a hiss as you tried to move your ankle. âI think I sprained it or something.â
Mingi sighed, kneeling in front of you as the rain pounded on you both. He looked at your beat up legs, and then peered at you through his eyelashes. Without a word, he stood up and turned around with his back to you, hinting at you to get on.
You tilted your head at him, although he couldn't see you. âJust get on, I'll carry you,â he softly said, and you heard the sweetness drip from his lips. The same lips you were dying to kiss.
You leaped onto his broad back, wrapping your arms around his neck tightly. You heard his breath hitch as your hands touched the bare skin of his collarbone, and you nearly got the wind knocked out of you as his hands gripped your thighs to hold you up.
âThank you,â you mumbled into his ear while he walked down the mountain in the pouring rain, his two-toned hair soaking wet against your cheek. âAnd I'm sorry for the crappy date.â
âDon't be sorry, y/n,â he hummed, leaning his head against yours as he walked. You were worried that he might slip on the rocks, but he managed to walk like they were dry. He gripped your legs tightly, afraid to drop you as if you were as precious as glass.
He treasured you the way a museum treasured its art.
The rest of the way was quiet. He lifted you into the car and leaned over to put your seatbelt on. He smelled like acid rain and sweat with a hint of vanilla; it stirred something inside you. His wet hair dripped down on you as he tried to get the seatbelt in and oh, the dirty thoughts swimming around your mind.
You were in such a haze that you didn't even realize that he shut the door and was now on the other side of the car. You tried to steady your breathsâin and out, in and outâuntil he entered the car with you.
âAre we still going to the bar? I need a drink,â you muttered.
He shook his head, running a hand through his dripping hair. âNo, weâll just drink at home. You need rest.â
Home. Home. your heart began to bang in your chest. You had no words to utter, and he drove home quietly, stopping to grab a bag full of soju and beer at the corner convenience store.
The rest of the ride was a blur. He stopped the car in the driveway, running to your side before you tried to get out without help. He picked you up and carried you into the home as if you were married to him, setting you down on the couch softly, afraid to hurt you. You were fine other than the slight ache and cuts, but he didn't need to know that. Right?
âIâll be right back in with the alcohol,â he hummed, leaving you alone in the dark room. The sun was setting slowly, and you didn't realize how long you were actually out on your date.
Date. you wished you would've just told him your true feelings. You hoped you didn't ruin it.
Mingi waltzed in with the alcohol bag, Clementine trailing him happily. She jumped up onto the couch next to you, but only nudged your head slightly before jumping up and into the window.
You smiled at Mingi as he sat at the edge of the couch. He reached to pull your shoes off, and walked over to set them down at the entryway.
Your eyes followed his every move, already feeling like you were under the influence. He came back with a first aid kit and sat down in front of you. You smiled as he cleaned your wounds, blowing at them gently before covering them with bandages. He was so gentle, it once again caused you to think what he would be like in bed.
The room was quiet. The only sound was both of your breaths tangling in the air. He was so close yet so far, and all you wanted was to cross the distance. You were way too sober to even try.
He looked up at you then, a slight smile on his face.Â
âReady to get fucked up?â
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One drink. Two drinks. Three. Four. you were completely obliteratedâthere was no way you were going to remember this tomorrow.
âYou're telling me that he dumped you because you touched his hair?â Mingi slurred, leaning towards you with a grimace. âThats so fucked up.â
âHe was like, my hair is sacred, no one can touch it except my mother.â
He nearly spit out his drink. âPfft, his mother??â
You were both on the floor of the living room, leaning up against the couch, lost in random drunken words and sober thoughts. You were telling him about the messy flings you had as a college student, and when you asked him if he had any, he shrugged and laughed it off and said he had a few. You expected more than just a few.
âHis mother was the only woman for him, Mingi. Duh,â you smirked, totally lost in your words.
His laugh nearly shook the room, his head tossed back as he cackled. You watched his adam's apple bob as he let out his enjoymentâhe laughed so hard that no noise left his lips, and you couldn't help but giggle at that.
âMingi!â you giggled, slapping his thigh playfully as he laughed silently. Oh, he was painfully wasted. âWhat kind of laugh is that? I swear to god there's something wrong with you.â
He calmed down at that, but he was still smiling from ear to ear, lifting his head back from the uncomfortable position he was in.
âAre you making fun of me?â he drunkenly teased, leaning towards you slightly. You saw the strength of his gazeâit pierced right through you. He looked irritated and playful at the same time.
You leaned in, too. âMaybe,â you smirked, looking down at his dewy lips flavored with alcohol. âHey, it's cute! I promise I'm laughing because itâs cute.â you giggled, but his lips were still downturned.
You furrowed your eyebrows at him, and picked up the nearly empty bottle of soju. He paid strong attention to your movements, especially as you took the bottle up to your lips, causing him to lick his own.
âYou never answered my question,â he pondered, still looking at your lips.
âQuestion?â you slurred, getting the last drops of the apple flavored soju onto your tongue.Â
He swallowed hard. âIf you still like my brother,â he sniffed, picking up his bottle. âI mean, I think I know the answer, so I don't even wannaââ
âMingiââ
âLike, itâs always been him. Iâve only ever watched you guys on the sidelines like some shitty benchwarmer or something I swear to godââ
âMingi please let me talkââ
âI mean to be fair I was a literal child so I get it, but now Iââ
âI don't like Seonghwa anymore,â you nearly yelled, causing Clementine to make an appearance by your pile of empty bottles. She rubbed up against one, knocking it over as you focused on the speechless man in front of you. âUgh. finally. I thought you would never shut up.â
He froze, now just realizing how close you were. You were able to see the little specks of light brown in his irises. You were way too far gone to hold yourself back from anythingâand your writer self thought that this would be a great scene in that story of yours.
âSoâŚumâŚwould that mean that you might, um,â he stuttered, his leg shaking anxiously while you smiled at his expression. âThat you might think of me in a not so friendly type of way?
You chuckled, watching his eyes grow darker. You looked down at his parted lips now.Â
âYou have pretty lips.â
He furrowed his brows now, looking as confused as ever. âWhat are you trying to say? He asked, setting down the bottle that was in his hands.
 His hair was dry now, which was a shame since you really liked how he looked with wet hair. His lips looked even more kissable than they did five minutes ago.Â
You shrugged, drunk off your ass. âI mean, you could just kiss me. Or I could kiss you. Either way, itâs what I meant.â
He just stared at you with wide eyes. He didn't make any movement towards you, once again like he didn't want to hurt you or make you feel inferior.
You smiled at his awestruck look. âDo I need to spell it out for you? Me. you. kiss. Iâwantâtoâkissâyou. Mwah.â
Again, just a piercing stare. He licked his lips though, and looked down at yours.
After a few moments of uneasy silence, you couldn't take it anymore.
 âYou know what? Fuck it.â
You leaned as close as you could to him and grabbed the back of his neck. His eyes were about to pop out of his head, but the minute your lips neared his, he shut them softly, letting you press your lips to his.
Oh, did it feel like fireworks were going off in the middle of your body. Your heart began to race, feeling like it would pound right out of your chest. His lips melted into yours like honey, and his hands found a home on your hips.
He pulled back slightly, your breaths tangling together.
âCan I really kiss you?â he asked in disbelief, as if you didn't just share saliva. âIs it really what you want?â
âMingi,â you sighed, moving closer until you were sitting on his lap. He let out a little gasp as you felt the hardness of him underneath you. Sitting on his lap barely got you to eye-level with him, since he was so tall compared to you. He tried to breathe, but his breath was shaky. âI wouldnt of kissed you if I didn't want to.â
âAh,â he gulped, biting his lip nervously. âMy bad, but Iâve just been dreaming about that since I was four, so to be fair, I need a moment.â
You smiled at the man in front of you like he was your world. You couldn't help but lean forward and give him a peck really quick, to which he responded fairly quickly.
You did it again, and again, and again. This time, he gripped your waist and held you to his body with one arm while his other hand gripped your jaw. It caught you off guardâwas he the same mingi who needed a moment to process a kiss just a minute ago?
âIf you do that again, Iâm gonna be tempted to do more than just kiss you, y/n.â
Dear god, his voice. It rumpled right through you, but what really got you was how serious he was. The look on his face made you feel like he was about to maul you like some sort of predator, and you were merely his choice of dinner.
Oh, you were ready to be torn apartâyou were drunk and delirious, after all.
You met his gaze for a moment too long, and then you reached out to wrap your arms around his neck. Pulling yourself up to his lips, you kissed them softly, breaking open his own to slide your tongue into his mouth. He tasted like apple soju and smelled like vanilla and sweat; a perfect combination.
It felt like your first kiss. It meant more than any other kiss. He held you so tenderly, caressing your back as he kissed you back with all the love in his heart. You smiled into the kiss as your mind wandered back to how he confessed to liking you for ages, even if it was a bit hazy from the alcohol.
You hoped you'd remember this in the morning. You wanted to treasure this moment.
You let out a shaky breath as you kissed his lips, feeling like you were getting high from him as if he were a drug. His hands began to snake up your top, gliding over the soft skin of your stomach, reaching your ribs.
You shivered at his touch in a good way, ready to rip off your shirt for him. You wanted to tear his right off his body, but you held yourself back for the sake of not ruining the mood just in case.
Subconsciously, you began to roll your hips into his. He gripped onto them as if his life depended on it, and you bet he left fingernail marks into your skin. His hot breaths hit you in the face as he pulled away to catch his breath, looking down at your hips crashing into his.
He leaned his forehead against your head, unable to pace his breathing. You weren't any better, especially with the way you could feel his arousal right underneath yours. Oh, dear god, you were completely lost in his touch. In his gaze. In his movements.
The little brother was now much more of a man than you ever imagined, completely forgetting about the one you made an effort to come back to.
Now, at this moment, when he groaned as he rocked your hips into his for you, your mind exploded in thoughts about him. The way he moved you into him was so effortlessly hot, and the way his face scrunched up when you grasped a handful of his hair in response.
 It felt like you were drowning. Maybe you were. But you needed more than just this.
You needed all of him.
âM-mingi,â you whispered breathlessly as his lips sucked on your neck.Â
âHm?â he moaned right into the skin of your neck, still rocking your hips into his.
Your eyes nearly rolled into the back of your head. You couldn't even think about the words you wanted to sayâthey aren't important anymore.
What was important was the way your body spoke for you.
Your fingertips brushed against the hem of his t-shirt, curling around it in pleasure. You pulled it up slightly, and without a word, he gave you a nod to take it off of him.
You pulled the shirt over his head, a smirk on your face as you looked at his toned waist. You ran a hand down the ripples of muscle, not noticing the entranced look Mingi was giving you.
He fiddled with the end of your shirt, and met your eyes before doing anything hasty. You smiled and nodded, and he gently took the top off with affection. He smiled back at you, leaning in to bump his forehead with yours with a slight chuckle.
You leaned in again, kissing him with a bit more power than before. Your stomach flipped as he grasped the back of your head with one hand, his other sliding down your neck to meet your chest, gripping your breast softly through your sports bra.Â
He spared no time in burying his head in the crook of your neck, biting and sucking like no tomorrow. You were way too drunk to realize how sloppy you both were, but in the moment, it was blissful. It felt like the very first time, and in your mind, you wanted it to be. You kind of regretted how you thought he was nothing but the brother of your crush. Well, now, that was now reversed.
âItâs either I fuck you down here on the couch,â he mumbled into your lips. âOr Iâm carrying you up to my bed.â
You nearly melted into a puddle. Who knew he was like this? Was it the alcohol?
âBed,â you moaned into his neck, biting his earlobe. âI want to be in your bed.â
âGoddammit.âÂ
He nearly growled as you said those words, gripping the back of your thighs before standing up straight with you. You held onto him tightly while he wobbled up the steps drunkenly. You hoped this wasn't going to be some type of intoxicated mistake in his eyes, but in yours, you had nothing to regret. There was nothing holding you back.
He held you tightly as he walked up the stairs of his beach house, unable to wait any longer. As soon as he entered his room, he set you down gently on the bed. âIs your ankle okay?â he asked, making sure he wasn't manhandling youâit was quite the opposite.
To be fair, you completely forgot about the pain in your ankle. It was the least of your worries as the beautiful man stood above you while you laid flat on his bed.
âJust come here.â
It took a second for him to process that you were laying in his bed, ready for him to do absolutely anything to you. He stared down at you for a moment, eyes raking over your half-naked body. He couldn't get enough of youâyou were his dream. So now that you were in his bed? Well, he wasn't so sure where to go with it.
But you did.
âMingi,â you sighed, meeting his intoxicated gaze. âJust please come here.â
He looked lost, as if he didn't want to do anything rashly. Maybe a bit of the alcohol wore off, as his eyes looked like he wasn't sure how he ended up here. He hesitated as he looked you up from head to toe, but once you saw the slight smirk peek from his lips, you knew what was next.
He leaned over you on the bed, giving you a kiss as his body pressed flat against yours. As the moment sped up with your hands in his hair and his on your chest, he finally slid the bra off in one swipe, catching you off guard.
He took a second to admire your beauty, then gave you another kiss, letting out a breath as he began to kiss you from your lips, to your collarbone, then meeting your breasts. He nibbled at your nipple slightly, causing you to gasp in pleasure.Â
You wanted to moan out his name. Cry out for him. At this moment, all you saw was him and the friendly sparkle in his eyesâalthough now they looked more like the devilâs.
He sat up for a moment to undo the tie on his shorts, allowing you to pull them off of him to reveal his length that you were aching to have inside of you. He was bigger than you even imagined, although you had taken a bit of time to actually acknowledge how much he has grown since you last remembered him. He was more than anything you could imagine, and now the brother you used to think about was only a distant memory in your mind.Â
After he was fully undressed, his eyes looked devilish. He leaned over you once again, knocking you onto your back with force. His chain necklace hit your face as his hands caressed your curves, meeting the waistband of your pants. He slid them down your hips, and you lifted yourself up slightly to help him out. The minute he got them off, he was back to feeling you up with a lovestruck look on his face.
âYou're so beautiful,â he whispered, leaning his forehead against yours as he hovered above you. âSo beautiful that it hurts.â he kissed your forehead at that, leaving your heart spiraling.
You smiled up at his gorgeous face, watching his eyes dance with curiosity. He looked nervous, like heâs never done this before. You knew that he had, but it was his first time with you, atleast. It was an overwhelming thoughtâthis man had longed for you while you longed for his brother. You wanted to prove to him that it was only him in your eyes and heart.
He looked down at your heat and then back up to your eyes, a shy expression on his beautiful features. âCan IâŚmake love to you?â
It was the fact that he asked so respectively that nearly made you squirm under his hold. Not the fact that you were about to get fucked or the fact of his body over yours, but the slight worry in his tone made you want to share your life with him. You nodded without a word, allowing him to begin to enter you. He lined himself up against you, lifting your legs up to put them up on his chest. He gripped your thighs tightly as he slid into you, slowly beginning to thrust with each moment. Your senses began to heighten as your walls collapsed for him, all you could hear was the pitter patter of rain and the tangled breaths between you and him both.
His breath was shaky as he pumped in and out of you, letting out small moans whenever he looked at you. You scrunched your eyebrows in pleasure as he started to move faster and faster, crying out as his fingernails pierced through the skin of your thigh.
âYou have no idea how much I wanted this,â he said breathlessly as he moved gracefully.
You were sure the alcohol in your system was long gone, considering how realistic this all was. You saw his eyes glimmer. You felt his heart pound. You saw beads of sweat drip down his neck. You saw the smile he let out as he looked down at you. You were his everythingâand now you were one, sharing the same body and moving together like waves of the ocean.
As you were getting closer to your high, he flipped you around quickly, tossing you into your back with no struggle. He slid right back into you, causing you to moan at his strength. âMingi,â you moaned, lost in the sea of his movements.
He grunted, fucking you harder and harder as you moaned more and more. âFuck, I love it when you moan my name,â he hissed, gripping your hips as he pounded into you.
He nuzzled his head against yours as he moved, and you got wetter by the minute. You've never felt this way with any other man, and as you reached your high, he bit your earlobe from the back and gripped your hair, tugging it slightly as you began to see stars.
His breaths became shallower, his heartbeat picked up speed. He noticed your state and chuckled seductively in your ear. âAh, you like that, hm?â His laugh was smooth. âNo more making fun of my laugh, huh?â
You had no words for him. He already knew the answer. But when you came all over his dick, he thrusted into you even deeper, causing you to grip at the silk sheets underneath you.
It was as if you put a spell on him. The minute you came, he couldn't hold it in anymore. He let out a sharp breath as he shoved himself inside you, harder and harder, throwing his head back like he was possessed. You were sure your knuckles were turning white as you gripped onto the pillow that your head rested on. He bucked his hips for the last time, emptying himself into you before crashing down onto your back and rolling to the side of you.
The room was spinning, you never even gave yourself a chance to look around to see the detail of his room. You were sure there were lots of unique things tied to the unique mingi, but you couldn't focus on anything but the man beside you.
His chest rose and fell like the sun, glistening with sweat like the morning dew. He was the most beautiful thing you've ever seen, and even as you fought to keep your eyes open after that eventful experience, you reached out to wrap your arms around his waist, throwing yourself into the comfort of his embrace.
You were already asleep when he whispered his adoration with a kiss on the forehead, tucking you under the blankets with him as your pillow.
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It wasn't the first time you woke up to him, and you hoped it wouldn't be the last. His warm sleepy breaths hit your face in the daylight, and you opened your eyes to see mingi in all his glory, soft snores escaping his lips. The same lips that claimed your own the night before.
Despite your drunkenness last night, you remembered everything in detail, including the way the nightlight in the corner of his room glowed as you drifted off to sleep in his arms. It was a bit domestic, much more realistic than any type of sexual encounter youâve had in the past. You didn't want to ever have another encounter like that if it wasn't with mingiâŚ
As you were lost in your thoughts, you didn't notice how affectionately Mingi was looking at you through his sleepy eyes.Â
âGood morning,â you hummed, suddenly feeling a bit insecure in his hold. He has now seen every part of you in every way, and he was no longer the brother of your friend. He was no longer just a friendly faceâhe was now your lover.
âHi,â he smiled, his voice raspy. You watched his gaze deepen as he looked at your eyes, then your nose, then your lips. The corners of his mouth turned up when he saw you yawn. âAre you still tired?â
You didn't want to tell him that the alcoholâand the sexâwore you out completely, but he wasn't the type to really inflate his ego. He would probably blush and hide his face into your chest, and even though it would've been cute to see, you shook your head no.
âIâm wide awake now,â you chuckled as he stared at you lovingly. You looked down at his smooth lips, getting flashbacks from how amazing they felt on yours. You leaned blinked at him for a second, until you leaned over and pecked them quickly. You didn't want him smelling your morning breath.
Just as you were about to escape from his arms to go brush your teeth, he gripped you by the waist to pull you to him, causing you to hold your breath as his face neared yours. âNo, you're not just gonna kiss me and leave like that,â he tilted his head playfully, then gripped the side of your face before bringing his lips to yours.
âWaitââ kiss. âMy morning breathââ
He kissed you again. âI don't care.â
You stopped trying to squirm out of his grip at those words, and you relaxed in his arms while he kissed you through his smile.
He leaned his forehead against yours now. âI love kissing you,â he smiled blissfully, his brown hair covering the smile of his eyes. You reached out to brush it away, tucking it behind his pink ears.
So cute.
You ran your hand down his cheek in adoration of his beauty. You knew you were gonna add this whole situation into your book, but you might have to change some steamy details. âSo, do you work at the market today?â you asked him, leaning on your elbows on your side.
He shook his head. âNo, but I am planning on doing something today.â
You raised your eyebrows. âHm? Like what?â
He smirked. You couldn't get used to it.Â
âYou.â
It took you a moment to understand the cheesy joke, and when you did, you gave him a smack on the shoulder and took it as a hint to stand up. It felt like you were together for years, but at the same time, it was as if you had just met. It was dreamlikeâstraight out of a fictional story. Maybe that was why you were so keen on writing your book about him.
âOkay okay, besides doing you, I would also like to take you on a date,â he mumbled as you stood up, but lost his train of thought as you were completely naked in front of him. âI uh, i forgot what I was saying.â
You tried to hide your insecurity as you stood confidently in front of him. You tossed on his t-shirt and slid on your underwear, making him lose it even more.
âFucking hell, y/n,â he breathed, staring at you in awe as you wore his shirt.Â
You slid on your pants then, looking at him mischievously as he sat up in his bed. Clementine was snoring on the edge, offering even more ambiance to the moment. It felt like you were meant to be here with him.
âWhat?â you tilted your head at him with a smirk. âAre we gonna go on that date or what?â
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The sound of crashing waves filled your senses, and the smell of the salty air made memories of your childhood flood into your mind. The memories included Mingi, who would always sit on the sand and watch you and seonghwa from a distance. He was there, but it was always his brother, and not him.
Oh, how the times have changed.
You walked through the sand with Mingi next to you; your yellow sundress flowing in the wind. He wanted to hold your handâyou could tell by the way it twitched towards you. The sky reminded you of his hair, as the clouds looked slightly like stripes. It was a beautiful day.
The orange hues of the sky also reminded you of the day you ran into him, and you remembered how you felt when you first saw him.Â
Being with him felt like you were meeting for the very first time over and over again. Every touch felt like the first time. Every kiss felt like your first one.
In the hand that wasn't trying to grab yours, he held a wicker-picnic basket filled with homemade food. He had told you earlier about how bad he always wanted to go on a picnic date, so you spent the entirety of the day making random things to take to the beach. It mostly consisted of rooting through cabinets and kissing each other at every chance you could get.
You walked quietly next to each other, the only sounds were the crashing of the waves and the chirping of birds. You held the picnic blanket close to you with one hand, and finally, you interlocked your fingers into his. You watched him swallow hard, and you were unable to hide your happiness.Â
Once you got to the perfect spot, he set down the basket and put down the blanket nicely. You sat down on it while he set up the food, unable to keep your eyes off of him.Â
He stood tall as per usual, with a white button up with a few of the buttons undone. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and a pair of khaki shorts clung to his thighs. His skin was like honey and his eyes glimmered. He looked otherworldlyâas if he didn't belong here. There was no way someone this attractive was real, but here he was, in front of you.Â
His heart was beating for you.
âHere,â he handed you a plate of food he so proudly made. There wasn't anything he couldn't do.
You smiled and took it from his hand. âThank you, Mingi.â
He grinned as he sat down across from you. He watched you as you took a bite of the food, unable to look away from you. He didn't even reach to grab his own plate of food, and just smiled as you ate.
You met his eyes. âWhat? Is there something on my face?â you asked frantically, wondering why he was looking at you so attentively.
He laughed at that. âNo, you're just pretty.â
You smiled and took another bite. âJeez, you're cheesy.â
He leaned back, the tips of his fingers in the sand. There was barely anyone on the beach at this hour, as the sun was about to set on the ocean horizon. âI can't help it. I never thought I'd be on a date with you. It's like a dream.â
You swallowed the food before you spoke. âI still can't believe you liked me. I never even realized,â you sighed, lost in the past while he was enjoying the present.
âHey, itâs fine. You're here with me now, itâs all about timing.â he mumbled happily, reaching for a piece of strawberry cake that was store bought. You didn't have the skills to bake.Â
You looked him up and down, just happy to be in his presence. Once again, Seonghwa was not a thought in your mind as you looked at Mingiâwho couldn't stop admiring you.Â
You smiled as you thought about him. âYou were my little Mingi,â you teased, watching his ears turn pink.
He scoffed. âLittle?â he stood up deviously, and you should've known what was coming next. âCome here.â
He grabbed you before you could even make a move, and lifted you up off the blanket. He carried you towards the ocean, struggling as you tried to get out of his grip.
âNo! Stop! I take it back!â you laughed, kicking your feet as you watched the water flow from underneath you. He still held you in his arms, but the minute the water was slightly deeper, he tossed you into the water with a romantic laugh.
Water enveloped you as you fell, and you looked up to him as you tasted the salt water in your mouth. With all the strength you got, you stood up and jumped at him, causing you both to tumble into the water.Â
It was like a scene from a movie. He tossed water at you while you tried to knock him down once again, and how he looked even more romantic than he did earlier. His hair was messy on top of his head, and the white shirt he was sporting now clung to his toned chest. You thanked the lord he wore white today, as you were able to see the ripples of his abs through the fabric.
You were tangled in each other both physically and emotionally, lost in each otherâs souls and beating in each otherâs hearts. You wished this moment would last forever, and you craved to share more moments of him that you could remember for a lifetime.
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The romantic moment ended the minute you got back to his home, but in a different way.
He ripped your dress off your body as quickly as he could, the shower running in the background. His hair was still wet from the ocean, and his lips tasted like saltwater. You couldn't get enough of him.
He breathed heavily into your mouth, gripping your hips as he backed you up into the wall. His shirt was long gone now, the only thing on him were the soaking wet shorts.
âTake them off,â you groaned as he kissed you hungerly, tugging on his waistband. He moaned in response, gripping your face instead of listening to you. You decided to do it yourself, and as you unbuttoned his pants, you kneeled down onto the soft throw carpet and pulled the shorts down to the ground.
âW-what are youâah,â he stuttered as you gripped him, unable to finish his sentence. The minute you stuck him in your mouth was the moment his knees weakened, and he almost lost his balance. âOh my god.â
You glided your tongue around him, sucking tightly as you almost choked on how big he was. He gripped the hair on the top of your head as he inhaled sharply, breathing like he had just ran a marathon.
âFuck, y/n,â he moaned your name, tossing his head back onto the wall. âHow are you so fucking good at this?â he wanted to say more and you could tell, but you nibbled on his dick slightly before he could get any other words out.
You looked up at him from the ground, meeting his intense gaze. He sucked in sharply, gripping you by the shoulders to lift you up and to toss you into the shower. You were immediately met with scorching hot water, but you were numb to it the minute he entered the shower.
His mouth was on yours once again, biting your lip so hard you could've sworn you tasted blood.
âIâm gonna show you that I'm not so little anymore,â he whispered raspily into your face, his eyes slanted with lust. You wanted him to do everything possible to youâno matter what it was.Â
There was just something so attractive about a man being in love, and maybe it was because it was him. He was passionate and powerful, and was going to make sure you knew what you were getting into.
He fucked you hard from behind and pounded into you as hard as he could. You saw the stars again as the edges of your vision grew darker and darker. The water from the shower dripped down your face as he moved rhythmically, lost in his movements.Â
âYou feel so good,â he moaned out, his head resting on top of yours. âFuck.â
You smacked your head against the tile walls from his strength, unable to hold yourself up. He had a hold on you that no one else ever will, and you were sure that he was going to be the one for you, even if you ever even thought about the possibility before.
It felt like you were floating. He made you feel as if you were above the clouds, lost in a mess of him and his beauty. You knew that youâve never had someone like him before, and you never wanted this to stop.
He made love to you over and over again as July became Augustâand you became his lover.
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You woke up next to him the next morning. And the morning after that. And the morning after that. Heâd kiss you on the forehead while you would hold him tightly, and then youâd brush your teeth together in the morning with clementine at your feet.
You never specified if you were officially dating or anything, but you didn't want to ruin the bliss you were in for now.Â
As the days passed, you fell in love with him. You knew you loved him from the minute he held you when you were scared of the storm all those nights ago, but now, as you laid in bed next to him on a rainy august morning, your heart knew what it wanted.
And what it wanted was him.
You watched him sleep peacefully as the rain tumbled to the ground outside. Clementine sat on the windowsill, watching the raindrops race down the glass.
But the silence didn't last.
âYo, iâm back Mingiââ a voice boomed from the door, and it opened to reveal a handsome man you knew was seonghwa. He stood in shock as he met eyes with you, and mingi woke up with a jolt as soon as he heard his brotherâs voice. âOh?âÂ
You cradled the blanket to your naked chest while mingi leaned over to cover you. âHyung? Y-you're home?â he frantically stuttered, but you couldn't help but notice the shock in Seonghwaâs eyes as he began to recognize you.Â
âY/N?â his eyes were wide, completely shocked. He dropped the bag that was in his hand, his mouth slightly agape as he stared at you from across the room. âIs that you? In my brotherâs bed?â
âIâuh,â you spit out, looking between the two brothers. It was uncomfortable, especially since you were worried about what was running through Mingiâs mind. âYeah. It's me. In his bed.â
He looked at the way you were clutching the blanket, and the way mingi was protectively covering you with his own body. âNakedâŚin bedâŚwith my brother. What a great reunion,â he muttered, and you were unable to read his expression. He scoffed then, but then looked away from you respectfully.Â
âIâll explain, hwaââ you tried to say, but Seonghwa interrupted.
âNo. No need, just talk to me when you're um,â he signaled to your body without looking over. âFully clothed.â
He walked out at that, shutting the door behind him. You couldn't lie, he looked great. Amazing even. He had hardly aged a day, but looked much more refined. Mingi looked over at you with a sigh, and you wondered what he was thinking. You hoped he wasn't second guessing himself.
You gave him a sweet kiss to brighten the mood, which made him smile immediately.
âWe should go greet him,â you murmured with a slight chuckle, to which he laughed along with you.
âYeah, that would be good.â
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Seonghwa stared at you with awe, unable to meet his brother's eyes.Â
âI just can't believe it. You and my brotherâwhen did you even come back?â he questioned, looking through your eyes. âI would have rushed back here if I knew you were here.â
âWell, good thing you didn't,â mingi joked, but you knew he was thinking way too hard about something.Â
Hwa disregarded that as most older brothers would. âYou look good. Really good,â he smiled at you, his eyes piercing into yours. His hair was longer than it used to be, and it was styled smoothly on his forehead. He looked good, too.Â
His brother just looked better.
Mingi sat next to you on the couch in the middle of you and seonghwa, his hand gripping your thigh. You knew what he was doing, and you just wanted to tell him he didn't need to worry.
âThanks, Hwa. itâs so good to see you again,â you smiled at him, truthfully. You had to admit that you really wanted to see him, but right now, every romantic emotion that was once tied to him was now tied to mingi. You set your hand down on top of the hand that was on your thigh, making sure he knew you wanted him as much as he wanted you.
Seonghwa looked down at your hand and swallowed hard. âSo, what brings you back here?â
Mingiâs grip tightened on your thigh.
âOh, well I um. I came back to see you guys. I missed you both.â you couldn't say you came back to see seonghwa, because now your whole motives changed.Â
The way seonghwa was looking at you felt like a bomb was about to go off. You were never hyper aware of his feelings for you, but as his gaze met yours and the way mingi kept you close to him made you think that he knew something you didn't.Â
âOh, you came to see me? Iâm sorry I wasn't here when you got here, y/n,â he smiled.
Mingi didn't like the way he was smiling at you.
âI have to go feed Clementine,â He made an excuse, letting go of the grip he had on you to stand up. He gave one last look to you before walking out of the room and into the kitchen.
Once he left, your thoughts were interrupted by Seonghwaâs sweet voice.
 âAre you guys a thing?â he asked you softly, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. âI always thought that we wereâŚ.you knowâŚâ
You sighed and sat up more, ready to explain everything on your mind. âYeah, Mingi and I are together,â you smiled as you thought about him. âAnd uh, I did like you. I really did. I always did, Hwa, but now, IâŚ.â you took time with your words. âNow I know that Mingi is the one for me.â
Seonghwa nodded, letting out a sigh. âI guess my timing was a bit off, huh?â he chuckled, offering you a kind smile. You didn't mean to change the pattern of your heart, but it was just what needed to happen.
You didn't say anything. You didn't need to. He knew your feelings, and knew that they weren't for him. At least not anymore.
âWell, it was good to see you. I hope we can still be friends,â he smiled, standing up from the couch. âI have to go to work, but um, it was really nice seeing you.â
You nodded, standing up with him. âIt was good to see you, too.â
He walked past you and patted you on the head before walking out of the house, leaving you alone with mingi once again.
You knew he heard all of that. You hoped he did, at least, so he knows how much you care for him. You know how insecure he feels about the fact you used to like his brother, and you wanted him to know that there was no reason to worry about it anymore.
âMingi?â you called out, but there was no answer. You walked into the kitchen to see tiny snacking on her dinner, but there was no mingi in sight.
You walked through the kitchen to go out of the patio doors, finding mingi in the backyard next to the garden you used to steal strawberries from.
âThere you are,â you breathed, walking on the grass barefoot towards him. The rain had stopped now, the only sign of it was the dewyness of the grass. Mingi was facing the other way, deep in thought as he stared at the crimson fruit in front of him. âSeonghwa just left.â
He nodded without a word. You took notice of his slumped shoulders and his unusual aura.Â
You reached out to touch him on the shoulder. âMingi, Iââ
âYou're not gonna drop me for him now that heâs back, right?â he asked you, turning around to face you now.Â
His words hurt more than they should have. Even if you never declared you were in a relationship together, that doesn't mean youâd drop him for an old flame that never caught on fire.
You looked up into his eyes. Oh, those beautiful eyes. They seemed to worry way too much.
You took a step closer to him, just enough to tightly wrap your arms around his slim waist. You didn't say anything to him at the moment. You just held him, knowing he needed to be held. It took a second for him to wrap his arms around you, and when he did, he squeezed you tightly, as if he were afraid you'd escape his hold.
âNo, baby. Iâm not gonna leave you,â you looked up at him, smiling bright. âWhy would I leave the man I love?â
He stiffened in your embrace, pulling back slightly to read your expression. âWhat?â he spoke softly, his eyes wildly looking into yours. âWhat did you just say?â
âI said why would I leave the man I love?â you giggled nervously, knowing it was a bit rash to say. âThat would be stupid. How could I do that?â
He held onto you tightly, but looked confused as ever. âI thought I was gonna be the first one to say it,â he smiled, focused solely on you and only you. âI was just worried you didn't feel the same.â
âOh, come on,â you grinned, pulling him toward you again. âI thought it was obvious.â
He looked down at you, completely in love. âWell I love you, too, y/n,â he pushed his forehead against yours, leaning down to press his lips against yours. âMore than you love me, of course.â
You scoffed, but still smiled happily as he kissed you again.Â
It was everything you ever wanted. From the way he made you feelâenough to write a book about himâand the way he cared for you as if you were the most expensive work of art in a museum. He cherished you, and you wanted to live out your life with him. You wanted to spend every summer, autumn, winter, and spring with him.Â
After all, He was your sun. Your world. And you were his moon, his everything.Â
đ¸ pairing ⢠art major! (fem) reader x med-school student! Seonghwa x San (kind of)
đ¸ summary ⢠after a hell of a night of drinking god knows what, you wake up in the arms of your sworn enemy. Clothes? Gone. Sanity? Also gone. That is, until he wakes up before you get the chance to leave.
đ¸ genre/ au⢠enemies to lovers, one night stand au, smut, slight angst, some fluff
đ¸ warnings/tags ⢠18+ minors dni, one night stand, heavy drinking, party, sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (male receiving), rough sex, cream pie, seonghwa is super smart, seonghwa wears glasses, licking, biting, bruising, slight dirty talk, name calling, I am not a science professional please forgive me if things are not correct, language, a touch of after care, y/n is a freak but we love her, once again if I forgot something feel free to let me know so I can add it.
New year's. A new beginning. A flush of new opportunities to change habits and fall in love.Â
Some people will do anything to find the love of their life. You, well, the new year wasn't for praying for love or longing for that New Year's Eve kiss. You had no expectations for falling into the scheme of chemicals disguised as love.
So, on the very night, as others held hands, kissed, and enjoyed another year together, you partied the night away like it had no meaning.
This new year, however, your typical party-hard behavior ended with you in someone else's bed, glitter in your eyes, and your legs tangled with your enemy.
What the fuck happened?
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11:25 am
New Yearâs Day.
Your head was spinning.Â
Flashbacks of the night before flooded your vision even before you opened your eyes. Your toes were peeking out of the fluffy duvet that one hundred percent didn't belong to you, your hands grasping onto someone else's.
You were afraid to open your eyes, to be honest.
Flashes of glitter, champagne, kisses, touches, dancing. It was all too much, and the minute you felt someoneâs warm breath run down your neck, you became aware of the strong arm that held you to his body.
And that's when it hit you.Â
Last night, after way too much alcohol and mixtures of shots and god knows what else, you shared your midnight kiss with someone you dreaded.
Well, at least used to dread.
You opened your eyes quickly, staying as still as ever to not wake him. You didn't trust your drunk mindâyou wanted to make sure it wasâŚ.him.
You looked down at the hand that was wrapped around you. His fingers cupped your breast, holding you to him like you were made for him. Your heart began to beat faster as you noticed how he was holding you, and you slowly moved your head to face your enemy.
Park Fucking Seonghwa.
There he was, in all his glory. His black hair still looked flawless,his lips parted as he breathed. They were swollen, painted red from your lipstick. You held your breath and swallowed hard, unable to look away from him from the shock.
Or maybe, just maybe, you thought he was absolutely gorgeous and couldn't believe he just fucked you after staying he hated you the day before.
You blinked, and finally tore your gaze from him.
It wasn't unusual for you to wake up in a foreign bed tangled in a mess of limbs. It was a part of your party lifestyle, and never wanting to settle. The man that you slept with, though, was someone you never imagined would have a one night stand.
He was too good to be true, which is why you couldn't believe it. He was fine-cut, clean, and someone who was a lover of all things traditional. He wears suits freshly pressed from the dry cleaners, round rimmed glasses, and a permanent smirk as if he was better than everyone else.
To be honest, he was. Which is why you hated him.
He was too perfect. And now, here you were, with said perfect man, your naked bodies pressed against each other.Â
You let out a groan, unsure about how to get out of this situation. Ever so slowly, you wrapped your fingers around the hand that gripped your breast, prying his godly fingers off your skin. You breathed slowly as you set his hand down, and then you slipped out of the covers.
Your bare feet landed on the cold hardwood, and you let out a sigh of relief. You looked over at him before finding your dress that you vividly remember him ripping off of you, and of course, it was torn right down the middle.Â
âFuck.â you whispered, although it wasn't quiet enough.
He gasped awake, pushing himself back against the headboard. His eyes were frantic, searching all over the room until his eyes met yours. And then they trailed down, and down, and down, as he soaked up your nakedness. âHoly fuck,â he breathed, not even pulling up the covers to hide his bare chest. ây/n? Where are your clothes?â
You stood like a deer in headlights, scared enough to not even bother to hide yourself. He saw it all, anyway.
âI, uh,â you sniffed, holding up the destroyed dress in your hands. âYou tore it off my bodyâŚâ
He squinted his eyes, unable to see without those glasses of his. He reached over onto the nightstand, and quickly tossed on those sexy ass round-rimmed glasses. And that's when another flashback hit you.
 âWhat the hell happened last night?â
â
New Years Eve,
9:05 pm.
âMake sure you bring some painkillers, y/n,â your best friend San said as you stuffed the necessities into your purse. âI know how you get.â
You chuckled and tossed a whole bottle into your purse. âI got you, Sannie.â
You and san were besties. Not just you two, but you had a whole friend group. Wooyoung, hongjoong, San, A mixture of personalities, but you liked to consider your group a bunch of party-hards. All except one of them.Â
Seonghwa, who was hongjoongâs roommate, joined the friend group last new years. He was the stick up the ass friend that wouldn't like to come to parties, and his priorities lied with passing his boards. A smarty pants, of course, and you couldn't blame him for his efforts to do well. You just didn't care the same way he did.
Which is why he didn't like you.
He also studied the brain while you studied art, which he thought was tedious. He knew everything about your brain while you couldn't even pick apart his expressions, which pissed you off all the time.
âOh, one more thing,â San poked his head into your room, a sinister smile on his face. A face you've kissed one too many times. âSeonghwa is coming.â
You went still as he stood in your doorway, your lips only half covered with bright red lipstick. âWhat?â
San shrugged. âDon't know why. Said he was sick of studying for once. I couldn't believe it either,â he looked you up and down then, and gave you a wink. âAnyway. You look hot. I wanna kiss away that lipstick, baby.â
You smirked, loving that you and San could do anything to each other and it meant nothing. He was the male version of you, that's for sure.
âCome here then.â you chuckled, and not surprisingly, he entered the room like he owned it, pulling you to him sexily. Everyone thought you were dating, but the truth was that you just like to kiss each other. And fuck, but theres absolutely no strings attached.
Reason number a million for why seonghwa hated you.
His lips met yours sloppily, tugging you closer as his lips parted yours. He pulled back, licking the lipstick off his lips.Â
âSo, whoâs gonna be the lucky man tonight?â he huskily groaned, leaning back onto your vanity.
You carried on like nothing happened, and fixed up your lipstick. âNot sure. Whoever is down for some fun I guess.â
He nodded. âOf course, of course. Anyway, as much as I like to chit-chat and makeout with you, it's time to head out. I want to get there before the good alc is gone.â
You smirked, finishing your lipstick only for it to be ruined later on.Â
âAlright, lets go get fucked up.â
â
10:20 pm
You entered the party an hour later, already buzzed on your pre-game chug. San gripped onto you as you entered the house, having no idea whoâs it was.
âThe party is here, motherfuckers.â San hollered, and everyone who was in the room turned to see you.
You were sober enough to look around, looking for the man you couldn't believe was showing up. You didn't see him anywhere, and you felt a bit let down at the thought of him not showing up.
Sanâs fingertips were pressed into your side as your friends came up to see you. âAh, there you guys are. We figured you were fucking as per usual.â Wooyoung cockily spoke, a smile on those pretty drunk lips of his.
Hongjoong snorted, holding a can of beer tightly in his hands. âYou're so right.â
You shook your head this time, looking at San, who was staring at you hungrily. âNah, just a quick makeout sesh. Didn't want to zip this dress back up.â
âNah, I could've just lifted it up.â San smirked.
You were too busy staring at San to notice the man of the hour coming up behind your friends.
Seonghwa looked pained, his pretty eyes hidden behind his glasses. He held a beer in his hand, looking out of place from his stuffy persona. His long legs were covered with tight black dress pants, and his chest was covered in a matching suit coat and a turtleneck.
You couldn't lie, it pissed you off that he was hot.
âHwa, there you are,â San giggled, already drunk off an unknown amount of vodka shots. âYou're looking fine as hell tonight.â
You moved your gaze to the tall man, his expensive aura rubbing off on you. His eyes were sending daggers at Sanâs grip on your waist, and then he brought his gaze up to yours. âThanks.â is all he said, his smooth voice enveloping your senses.
You looked him up and down with an arch of the brow. âSeonghwa.â
He did the same to you, although his piercing eyes were judging your every move. âY/n.â
You scoffed at the disdain of his tone, knowing that this party was going to be the death of you if you stayed this sober. You looked up to San, who was already looking at you. âSan, could you get me a drink?â
He went off like he was your servant, leaving you alone with your friends. That is, until hongjoong gave wooyoung a knowing look. âWe're going to get drinks too. Bye-bye.â hongjoong chuckled, knowing he was leaving you with the enemy.
You rolled your eyes, unable to meet your gaze to Seonghwaâs fierce one. It was quiet between you two, desperately needing him to either leave or speak.Â
To your surprise, he did the latter.
âI see you're enjoying winter break, clearly,â he hummed, bringing the beer can up to his lips. You couldn't help but watch as they got wet, and how he licked them clean while looking at you. âMaybe too much.â
Stupid stupid stupid. He shouldn't be hot. It's not fair.
You crossed your arms over your chest. âWhat do you mean by that?â you inquired, to which he scoffed before responding.
He shrugged. âWell, you're having fun with San and going to parties left and right. Do you ever rest?â he took a step closer to you, but you didn't back down. Even though his voice was so smooth, buttering you up even when he insulted you, you loved to play his game right back.
âWhy are you here? Shouldn't you be dissecting a brain or something?â you growled, looking around for Sanâwho wasn't back with your drink yet. âListen, we all can't be neurosurgeons, baby. Leave the partying and sex and drugs to me.â
He raised an eyebrow, and took another step towards you. âSo you are fucking him.â
You furrowed your brows at his harsh and unusual word choices.Â
Two can play it this way, seonghwa.
âWho? I can name a few people in this room alone,â you reached out, using your flirtatious ways to make him uncomfortable as you always do. You ran a hand down his arm, his gaze hardening on you. âAre you interested? You know I like it rough. Iâm sure San tells you all about itââ
âSlut.â he hissed, his eyes black as night as your hand wrapped around his forearm. It's not a word you should take lightly, but hearing him call you that actually did the opposite you expected. You felt warm, your stomach tingling lower and lower and lower.
Your eyes lit up as they met his. âOh? Weâre name calling now, huh?â you pulled him to you, and he stumbled into you. You reached up and pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose. âSucks for you, four eyes, I like being degraded.â
He didn't make a face. He just stared down at you, his lips flat without emotion. His eyes, however, danced with lust from the look you were giving him. After a moment of tearing each other apart, you pushed him away, leaving him standing alone as you went to go find San. Before you left his sight, you turned around and gave him a flirty wave, catching him scoffing one last time before leaving the room.
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11:30 pm
It was a blur. You were already on your seventh, maybe tenth drink, feeling your body warm from the toxin you call alcohol. You had a habit of dancing when you were drunk, and that left you in the middle of the room, grinding on San and some other random dudes.
In your hand was a red cup of something that tastes like peach whiskey, and it nearly spilled as Sanâs hands were all over you. The edge of his fingertips danced at the curve of your hip, your arms reaching the sky as his lips were on your neck. Little did you know that more than one set of eyes were on you.
Seonghwa sat on the leather couch, his legs spread wide and his arms crossed. He was drunk off a whole bottle of orange vodka, which scared him a bit. He was unsure of what he would doâor sayâto you. You had no idea why he hated you, but oh, some choice words might spill out of his mouth tonight as he watched San touch you like that.
He narrowed his eyes when Sanâs lips met yours, staring at you with so much anger he might have exploded. He kept watching, unable to break his stare from you. His eyes trailed down to the way Sanâs hand slid down your hips, and watched as he kissed you and smiled with cockiness.
Seonghwa didn't like how he looked at you.
Maybe it was the alcohol, but Hwa stood up and made his way over to you. Within that little time, San was already dancing with another girl, leaving you dancing all alone in the midst of sweaty bodies and men that would take advantage of you.
The minute you spotted him in front of you, you stopped dancing and plastered a goofy smile on your face. âHello there, smarty pants. Out of your element?â you asked him and began to dance again. He looked at you deeply, noticing the smudge of your lipstick.
âYou seem to let anyone touch you.â He said, pushing his glasses up on his face.
You shrugged as you danced, but you were sick of him killing the mood. You reached out to him and pulled him close, and to your surprise, he didn't move away as you danced against him.
âYeah, even you.â you smirked, grinding your ass against his dick. You were certain he was drunk enough to ignore it. âTouch me.â
He hesitated, but the alcohol took over as his hands moved on their own. He was too drunk to hide his true feelings, but at least you both wouldn't remember this in the morning. His hands slid down to your hips, and never have you ever craved someoneâs touch this much.
You reached back to run a hand down his face, feeling the cold rim of his glasses. You felt how sharp his jawline was as his hands touched you like he never did before.
âIâm touching you because you want me to, not because I want to.â he huffed, but his fingers said otherwise as they curled around your dress. His head rested against yours, but then you turned around in his hold, your face inches away from his.
You tilted your face up as you saw the longing look he was giving you. God, you hated him.
âAre you sure about that?â your lips were inches away from his, his hands still gripping at your waist. You held onto his shirt, fisting it tight. You smelled his breath, his shampoo, his everything. Your vision was hazy, but you knew damn well he was the hottest man you've ever laid eyes on. âYour hands seem to like my waist.â
âI don't like anything about you,â he whispered in your ear, lips pressing against your skin. âNot even your sexy little ass. God, I hate your lips, too.â
You shivered under his touch, his hand now squeezing your ass as he breathed into your ear.Â
âOh? Whatâs wrong with my lips?âÂ
He let out a sigh, his breathing getting shallower by the minute.Â
His dark eyes met yours.
âBecause they don't belong to me.â
You stopped dead at his words, feeling like the whole world stopped. He stopped too, but his hands still found their home on your ass and waist.
Your heart began to beat out of your chest. No man has ever made you feel the way he made you feel. You couldn't stand it.
Ignoring his half-confession, you laughed it off. âYour breath smells like oranges.â
He smiled down at you, hair in his eyes. âThat's because of the orange vodka. You smell like peaches.â
You licked your lips, really wanting to taste the oranges on his lips; in his mouth. Something was wrong with you.
âI really don't like you.â you said, looking at his lips.
âI hate you even more.â
âWell I hate you a million times more.â
He scoffed, his hands meeting your waist once again. âI hate your dress.â
You rolled your eyes. âWhy? Is it too slutty for you? Is that all you see in me?â
He shook his head. âNo,â he hummed. âI just think you're too pretty to be someoneâs play-thing.â
You blinked. Was that a compliment?
You wrapped your arms around his neck. âI don't do it as often as you think.â you said to him, that seductive smile on your face he knew all too well.
âWell you sleep with San.â
You shrugged. âYeah, but we only fuck because we don't know how to love. We've only done it once.â
He frowned. âWhat? Really? Only once?â
You nodded, your hand running through his soft hair without knowing. This was the most you've ever spoken civilly. âYeah. We make out and like other stuff, but I don't like him like that. He doesn't like me like that either. We just do it for fun. Anything to feel something.â
He scoffed, looking as pretty as ever. âGod, you're insane.â
âMaybe.â
He smiled. Really smiled. You thought he was so gorgeous, your drunk self didn't know what to do with him.
San came up to you two, a smirk on his lips as he watched you. âDancing with the enemy, huh?â he chuckled, a girl on one arm and wooyoung on the other. âHave fun, looks like Seonghwa isn't a buzzkill after all.â
San left then, which kind of proved your relationship to Hwa. Sure, you liked to party. You liked having sex. You liked to feel things. It was just your way of having fun. Feeling alive. Even though Seonghwa hated that you were like that, you now just figured out that he thought you deserved better than being someoneâs object.
âIt's almost midnight.â you whispered, leaning your head against his chest. You felt his heartbeat race under that expensive turtleneck of his.
âMhm.â he hummed into your hair.Â
âWho are you going to kiss?â you ran your hands down his back sensually. âDid you even ever kiss someone?â
He laughed, and you felt his chest vibrate. âDo you think Iâm a virgin, y/n?â
You giggled, his hands feeling you up. âMaybe. Either that or you're like extremely experienced and you know everything.â
He chuckled at that, but didn't deny it.
âSo which is it?â you looked up at him as people began to chant the countdown in the background. âVirgin or sexpertise?âÂ
Ten.Â
âDo you want to find out?â he asked, his hands living on your hips. âOr do you hate me too much?â
Nine.
âI do hate you quite a bit.â you looked up at his lips.
Eight.
He tilted his head, licking his lips.
Seven.
âWell I don't want you kissing someone else.â
Six.
You looked up at him through your lashes. âSo does that mean you don't hate me?â
Five.Â
He tugged you closer to him, your breasts pressing against his chest. âOh, I do hate you. I hate everything about you.â
Four.
âOh, I know you do.â you licked your lips as he pressed his forehead against yours. âYou never let me hear otherwise.â
Three.Â
âDo youâŚwant to hear otherwise?â
Two.Â
His hand met your jaw, tilting it up to face him. You swallowed hard.
You nodded.Â
âI never wanted someone so bad the way I want you.â he breathed.
One.
âKiss me.â you groaned, and this time, he touched you because he wanted to.
âI won't be able to stop.â he hummed against your lips, enveloping you with the sweet taste of oranges and vodka despite the warning.
Happy new year!
He pushed open your lips, tongue in your mouth and hands in your hair. You fisted his hair with one hand, his glasses crashing against your face. He pulled back for a moment only long enough to tear them off his face, only to further the kiss. His hands gripped your face, his tongue licking the roof of your mouth.
He breathed hard as you kissed and kissed and kissed. Your hands were still in his hair, tugging him down to you as he leaned down. You've never kissed someone the way you kissed him at this moment, sharing breaths and sweet-tasting saliva.
Seonghwa scrunched his eyebrows tight as he kissed you, so powerfully, that you didn't know where to put your hands on him anymore.Â
You forgot that you were in the middle of a room full of people, but one kiss wasn't enough for both of you. You loved the softness of his lips. The taste of them. The smell of his hair. You loved the way he was looking at you, the way he was touching you. You loved everything about him at this moment.
He pulled away, slowly, tenderly, as if he didn't almost break your face from that powerful kiss. It was as if the world was endingâhe couldn't let go of you.
And to make matters worse, the pad of his thumb met the corner of your lips, wiping them gently.
âHappy new year, y/n.â
You stared at him, trying to decipher your true feelings. Did you only hate him because he never showed you the time of day? Was it because he was perfect, like a literal god?
â
12:45 am.
The New Year
Somehow, someway, you and seonghwa got separated in all the craziness of the midnight frenzy. You were now in the kitchen, guzzling down your second shot of champagne. You were way too drunk to search for seonghwa, but the minute you saw a flash of black and silver rimmed glasses, you pushed yourself off the counter and followed him.
The cold January breeze hit you, but your body was too warmed up from your intoxication. You stepped down the stairs of the deck, pushing through the swarm of people to see a group lighting off sparklers. Maybe it wasn't the smartest idea, as everyone here had to be at least tipsy, but you saw him then, smiling, and holding onto a sparkler.
The brightness of the sparks reflected in his eyes, leaving specks of gold and white dance around his lenses. He didn't see you yet, so you stepped closer and closer. He had to see you now, but he didn't look over.
âYou know that our reactions to the world around us originate from our brains?â he smiled, waving the sparkler around to make the fire move. âOur movements. Like me moving this right now. Because my brain told my muscles to do it, I moved. Isn't it amazing?â
You stared at him as he turned to you.
âSame way with you,â he sniffed, possibly because of the cold. He looked down at the sparkler in his hands. âMy brain reacts to you. More than absolutely anything.â
You reached out and held the sparkler with him, knowing there was no way you were going to remember this in the morning. âSo, what makes my body react to you, then?â
He let out a sigh, putting his thinking face on even while he was obliterated. âThat depends on what way you react. There are many different chemicals.â
You tilted your head. âChemicals?â
He nodded, looking down at how your hands were touching each other. His free hand gripped your chin, tilting it up to meet his lustful gaze.
âIf you're thinking about kissing me,â he paused, the reflection of the star of the sparkler in his lenses. âOr touching me. Or fucking me, your levels of dopamine and norepinephrine are high.â
You furrowed your eyebrows as his fingertips brushed against your lips.Â
âHigh?âÂ
âMhm. Your brain is currently sending signals through your neurotransmitters. If you're attracted to me right now,â the sparks of the sparkler died out right then. âYour body will react because of the chemical reactions.â
âSo,â you breathed, looking up at him innocently. âHow is your body reacting to me? Whatâs your brain telling you?â
Seonghwa paused, taking a quick look at your lips before biting them slightly. He tossed the dead sparkler away. âWell my brain isn't fully functional right now, so Iâm not sure how reliable my words are.â
You scoffed, slapping him on the arm. âI thought we were having a moment.â
âWe are.â
You laughed. âSeonghwa, I feel like you have no common sense.â
He blinked. âWell, not right now. Like I said when you drink your brain doesn't work as wellââ
You groaned, interrupting him with a hand to his mouth. This made his eyes go wide, and you felt his hot breath hit your palm.
âI literally hate you so much,â you kept your hand to his mouth to keep him from speaking. âIâd rather have you call me a slut like earlier. Although you look cute talking all nerdy.â
He blinked at you, confused at what you really felt about him. He was so far gone that he was starting to spill brain factsâa usual scenario that happens when he gets drunk. It's not what he wants to get across now, even though he was confused about his own thoughts.
He reached up to grab your hand, and wiped his face after. Now his lips were freeâyou kept thinking back to your kiss you shared earlier.
âI won't be able to stop.â you said.
He tilted his head in confusion. âWhat?â
You sighed, grabbing his cheeks in your hands, making him let out a little noise of surprise. You could tell he barely had any idea where he was. His eyes were dilated, dark, and somehow so lovely you couldn't imagine looking into anyone else's.
âYou said you wouldn't be able to stop. When you were kissing me.â you hummed, feeling the warmth of his body that was inches away from yours. âBut you did.â
He stared at you deeply, and you were able to see your reflection in his round eyes. âYes.â
You rubbed your thumb against his cheekbone. âAnd you said before that if you wanted to kiss someone, that was because of a chemical reaction?â
He nodded slowly, looking at your lips in a haze. âAlso yes.â
âAre youâŚ.having any reactionâŚto me?â you slid your hand back, running it up his neck, watching him shut his eyes tight in response. âTo my touch? Do you want to kiss my lips again? Or fuck me?â
âGod, y/n.â he hissed quietly, his eyes opening slowly to meet your intense gaze. His hands were back on your hips, seeming like a happy place for him. âIâm supposed to hate you.â
You smirked, leaning in to kiss the sharpness of his jaw, hearing him breathe in sharply. âWe can go back to being hateful in the morning. I want you inside me more than I want to be hated, tonight,â you kissed the lobe of his ear, nibbling on it slightly as his hands tightened at your waist. âSo your answer? Is there a chemical reaction going off in your body right now?â
He laughed deeply, sending chills down your spine. His arms wrapped around your body, his palm at the small of your back, pulling you into him. âIf there wasn't, then I would have something wrong with me.â
You sensually giggled, gripping the back of his neck so he would look you in the eyes. âThen Iâm all yours for the night.â
âI canâŚI can do anything to you?â he murmured into your ear, both of you unaware of the people around you.Â
His forehead pressed against yours.
âAnything.âÂ
â
1:20 am.
The New Year
He slammed you against the door of god knows whoâs bedroom, his lips on yours the minute he caught his breath. His hand searched for the door knob, and after aggressively running his hand up and down the door, he found it, and you both tumbled into the bedroom.
He moaned as you bit his lip with full force, feeling euphoric from the sounds he made. He pushed you back into the door, slamming it shut with your body. Lifting you up quickly, he held you to the door, feeling his hard-on through his pants.
âYou said you liked it rough,â he whispered onto your lips like it was a confession, kissing them in between words. âIâll make it so rough you won't think about San ever again.â
You cried out as he stuck his tongue into your mouth, now knowing that this booksmart boy was most certainly not a virgin. âI knew it.â you breathed, smirking while his teeth bit into your neck. You grabbed a handful of his hair, pulling it so hard that he set you down. You watched his face contort in pain and pleasure as you backed him up to the edge of the bed.
âWhat?â he groaned, looking up at you from his seated position. His eyes pleaded for your touch, and you did, gripping onto his shoulder as you stepped between his legs.
âI knew you weren't a virgin, you asshole.â you gave him a sinister smile, and with the deadliest look, you ripped the hair tie off your wrist to tie your hair up.
You watched him swallow hard, his black hair covering his eyes and sticking to him from his sweat. His legs were spread wide, his dick begging to tear through his expensive pants. He breathed heavily as he watched you kneel, causing him to moan without you having to touch him.
âIâŚâ he huffed as your hands met the waistband of his pants. âUgh.â he couldn't finish what he had to say when you unbuttoned them, pulling down the zipper to reveal black underwear. You tugged at his pants, pulling them down along with the underwear. There he was, ready for you. You were going to make him feel so good that he would never forget this, despite your shared âhatred.â
He tossed his head back the minute he felt your breath against his tip, veins popping through the skin of his forehead as he bit his lip. You licked his cock, dragging your tongue down from the tip to the base. You looked up at him while you did it, meeting his breathless expression.
âIâŚIâŚFuck.â he cried out, his hand fisting your ponytail with force.Â
You moaned as you sucked his dick, your throat contracting from his size. You gagged slightly as he shoved you deeper, your hands behind your back like the master you were. You used your tongue as you moved up and down, going faster as you heard him moan louder and louder.
âIâm gonna fucking come if you don't stop,â he hissed after god knows how long you spent sucking him off, and he pulled you up off your knees.Â
You nearly blushed at his lost expression, his lips bright red from your lipstick and his cheeks flushed. His eyes were slanted with lust, dazed and lost within your touch. He was leaning back on his arms, which were still covered by the turtleneck you couldn't wait to take off of him.
You licked your lips as you looked down on him, and your fingertips met the hem of his shirt. You tugged it slowly, watching his eyes widen slightly as you pulled it over his head. The smooth ripple of muscle danced down his stomach like he was some sort of art piece.
You then stood back to admire for a moment, which was too long for seonghwa to wait. He stood up from the bed, his arms coming around to hold the back of your head. He was completely naked now, all that was left was the slutty glasses that dawned his face. You didn't want to take them off just yet.
He looked at you for a second before pressing his red lips to yours, his hand gripping the back of your head to hold you to him. His other hand twirled around the end of your little dress, unable to take a second to pull the zipper down. You moaned into his mouth as his tongue collided into yours, your hands finding their home in his hair. The coldness of his glasses burned into your skin, sending more shivers down your spine as he kissed you like no one ever has.
âIâll tear this thing apart,â he growled into your mouth, impatient as ever. Before you could tell him there was a zipper, he ripped the fabric right off your body, tossing it across the room like it was nothing. You didn't even care if it was your favorite dress. The only thing that mattered right now was having him inside you.
You shivered as his hands slid down the waistband of your lace underwear.
âI bet you didn't think I would be the one taking these off of you,â he licked your lips, his cold fingertips meeting your other lips. He pushed his middle finger between them, his eyes dancing with desire as he watched your eyes shut tight. âLace? So slutty.â
âYour glasses are sluttier.â You held in a whimper.
He smirked, and took his hand away slowly. Before you could complain, he sucked on the fingers that were just near your entrance, and then slid his hand up your matching bra, the pads of his fingers rubbing against the sensitive skin of your nipple. Without warning, he pulled it over your head, and you rested your head in the crook of his neck while his hands caressed your breasts. You kissed his collarbone as his arms snaked around your waist, pushing you backwards until you both fell onto the bed.
He caged you from above, his dick pressing up against your center. You felt the dribble of precum hit your skin, unable to shake the feeling that he was probably the best you ever hadâeven without entering you. His one arm reached down to pull your underwear off, so quickly you barely knew he did it.
You arched your back into him, begging him with your eyes for him to enter you, but he just looked down at you with a smirk. He ran a hand down your face, almost lovingly, but you knew better.
The minute his dick lined up to enter, and with a sharp inhale, he pushed himself deep inside you, causing you to let out a cry.
You rocked your hips against his as he held himself over you, his eyes locked on yours drunkenly. You couldn't remember whenâor ifâhe ever looked straight into your eyes before tonight. It was fitting that he would only look at you when he fucked you.
His hips clashed into yours, his arms looping around your legs to shove himself further, if possible. You moaned so loud you swore everyone could hear you, but what made you even more turned on was that he was just as loud.
âSay my name.â he said, his glasses still on, making you even more feral. âI want to hear you scream it.â
You looked into his galaxy-like eyes, watching them sparkle with emotion.
You'll never recover from this.
âSeonghwa.â you whined, completely vulnerable under his body.
âOh my god,â he purred, his eyes darkening. âSay it again.â
You moaned, causing him to move faster. âHwaâŚâ
You gripped his ass as he moved powerfully, his fingernails piercing your skin while his lips made love to your neck. You could hardly breathe between his god-like movements and the way his touch felt like fire, but when his lips met yours once again, you slid your hands up to hold the hair out of his face.
You smirked.
âLet me ride you.â you said, your voice hoarse from all your moans. He didn't stop moving as you asked, but you saw that gorgeous smirk immediately.
You traded positions, feeling empty as he pulled out of you. The minute you saw him under you, his hair sticking to his face and his eyes full of wonder, you let out a sigh, feeling his pulse from under you. You caressed his stomach with your fingertips, watching those bright eyes shut tight. Bringing your fingers down, you slid them down the V of his muscle, smiling to yourself as he bucked his hips forward.Â
You leaned down, your lips meeting his stomach and you moved them further and further up, kissing his chest, his collarbone, his neck. You got to his chin, then his nose, until you softly gripped his glasses. Once they were off, you set them down onto the nightstand, letting out a chuckle as you looked at him.
He blinked up at you, never seeing him with such emotion.
âBeautiful,â he whispered against your lips, feeling his hot breath coat them while his hands caressed your back.Â
You furrowed your eyebrows, sliding your finger down his neck to grip his throat. âYou make me so mad.â you breathed, a devilish, almost insane look on your face.Â
You tightened your grip.
He looked at you, sexy as ever. âWhy?â
âBecause,â you lined yourself up, hearing him grunt as you pushed yourself onto him.Â
âWhen you call me beautiful, I actually believe you.â
You didn't give him a chance to answer you as you bounced up and down, smirking as you watched him squirm under your hold. You released your grip on his neck, pushing yourself up to ride him better. His hands were on your hips, his mouth agape and his eyes shut tight.
âFuck, you feel so good,â he moaned, leaning up from his sprawled position to wrap his arms around your body, holding him to you as you bounced up and down. Up and down, his lips on your lips. His hands in your hair. His tongue in your mouth. You never wanted this to end.
Who knows how long you've been going. He threw you around, pushing you up against the headboard and tossing your legs over his shoulders. He moaned in your ear, biting the lobe and then kissing it. âI still hate you,â he hissed, his sweat rubbing off onto you as he pressed his head into yours. âI hate how good your pussy feels.â
You tried catching your breath, holding onto him as he crashed. You already came twice, and you felt the third high coming after those words.
âYouâŚâ he huffed as you sucked on his thumb, unable to control himself. âYou're such a whore.â
You smiled, your legs losing their feeling by how hard he was pumping into you. âMhm.â
He groaned, tossing his head back. âIt's so hot. You're so hot.â his breaths began to quicken, along with his movements. You most definitely will have bruises on your thighs from his grip and marks from the headboard on your back in the morning. âMy little slut.â
âAh,â you cried out, feeling yourself tighten around his pulsing cock. He pushed you up against the headboard even harder, and you felt the sharpness of his fingernails as he bucked his hips a few more times.
He came into you, without warning, and you felt the warmness fill you up completely. His breath was just as hot, hitting your sweaty face rhythmically. You let out a comfortable sigh as he moved your legs off his shoulders.
As you laid out, your back against the wooden headboard and him between your legs, he looked at you, gently, romantically, as if he didn't just fuck you for hours. He reached out, brushing your soaked hair behind your ear with a slight boyish smile.
He looked down at you in awe, unsure of what to do now. He was now a completely different person than he was a few minutes ago. His hands felt the inside of your thighs, his eyes wide. âDo youâŚdo I..â he scratched his head. âShould IâŚhelp you? Like, wash up?â he met eyes with you, still drunk, but not nearly as much as he was a few hours ago.
You paused. You never had someone offer you that. Or any after care, in general. It's always been a hello, goodbye.Â
He looked like he wanted to take care of you.
You blinked, trying to hide your appreciation. âYouâŚdon't have to,â you said, barely audible. He was the smartest man you knew, there was no way he didn't know what that meant.
He looked at you one more time before getting off the bed. You watched as he searched the room, admiring his physique. He found a box of tissues, and he gave you a look. âIt's not the best thing, butââ
âIt's okay, seonghwa.â you smiled, your hatred for him completely gone. Poof! Nothing was there other than infatuation and some other feeling you couldn't put your finger on. He came over to you then, and gently wiped the inside of your thighs, cleaning you up slowly. You blinked slowly as the tiredness took over you, but you didn't fall asleep just yet.
He looked you up and down from his standing position, his eyes sparkling under the moonlight that peeked through the windows.
He laid on the bed next to you, pulling up the covers and tossing them over both of you. Without thinking, you cuddled up to him, wrapping your arms around his waist and burying your head in his neck.
âYou should believe it.â he said softly, rubbing circles into your arm.
âHm?â you mumbled, drifting into sleep.
He smiled and kissed your forehead.Â
âThat you are beautiful.â
â
11:30 am
New Yearâs Day.
Back to the current time, Seonghwa sat up against the headboard, looking as shocked as ever, not even pulling up the covers to hide his bare chest.Â
ây/n?â he asked, his eyes wide. âWhere are your clothes?â
You stood like a deer in headlights, scared enough to not even bother to hide yourself. He saw it all, anyway. You remembered everything as soon as your fingers touched your dress.
âI, uh,â you sniffed, holding up the destroyed dress in your hands. âYou tore it off my bodyâŚâ
He squinted his eyes, unable to see without those glasses of his. He reached over onto the nightstand, and quickly tossed on those sexy ass round-rimmed glasses. The same glasses he had on when he fucked you so hard you saw stars.
 âWhat the hell happened last night?â He asked, fixing his glasses to rest right on that pretty nose of his.
Your heart slowed. âYou⌠don't remember?â you asked him, looking down at your aching body. He stared at you, lost, dazed, looking even more fuckable than he was when you were drunk.
This is bad.
He sighed, looking over the bruises on your thighs. âNo, I do. I do,â he paused, scratching his head. âIâm sorry about the bruises. AndâŚyour dress.â
You wanted to escape. This was the first time you wanted to stay in someone's arms. The first time you wanted to sleep with someone more than once. It was unlike you.
You frantically searched for his shirt on the floor. You grabbed it and tossed it on, and thank god it fit like a dress. Your mind wandered to how he touched you, how he kissed you, how he cleaned you up.
You slid on your underwear, forgetting about the bra and quickly looked for your shoes. He watched you from the bed, a frown on his face.Â
âYou and your stupid chemical talk,â you mumbled, fixing your hair in the mirror. You looked over at him one last time, feeling your chest tingle from the look he was giving you. âI uhâŚit was nice. Thanks.â was all you came up with before leaving the room, and leaving him all alone with no shirt and your lace bra.
How were you supposed to fix this?
â
January 30th
End of Winter Break
You sat with your head in your textbook, alone in the library at your college campus. It's been thirty days since your unforgettable night with seonghwa, and here you were, still thinking about it every chance you got.
However, he was back to hating you again. He wouldn't even look at you, or speak to you. It felt like nothing happened, and in all reality, it was all your fault.
San came up to you then, a frown on his face as you made no reaction to his presence. Seonghwa was rightâyou couldn't even think of san the same way. Not after that night with hwa.Â
ây/n,â San sat across from you at the library table, his expression solemn. âYou haven't been yourself. Since when do you study?â
You blinked down at your textbook, reading about the anatomical drawings of Leonardo Divinci. It reminded you of seonghwaânot because of the way it looks, but knowing that the chemical reactions of the body lie under the exterior.
âDid you know that we have a whole bunch of neurotransmitters?â you furrowed your brow, your finger dancing along the drawingâs body. âThey react to touch. Like this.â you said, circling the figure. San didn't speak, and he knew what happened between you and Seonghwa.
âHey,â he reached out to shut your textbook, shutting your thoughts up. âWhat's going on?â
You shrugged, wrapping yourself up tightly in your fluffy coat. âI don't know. I don't know why Iâm feeling this way or what it means.â
âIt's Seonghwa,â he said kindly, picking at the edge of the textbook. âHeâs been the same way, too.â
You sighed. âHe won't even look at me, but who can blame him? After all he tore off my dress and called me a slut and bruised my thighs so bad I still haveââ
âAlright, alright,â San hissed, making a disgusted face. âI don't need the details. But I can tell you what he said about youâŚâ
Your eyes lit up, meeting his own irises with wonder. âWhat did he say?â
San bit his lip, and squirmed in the chair he was sitting in. âHe saidâŚhe said he didn't want you to leave. When he was drunk the other day, he wouldn't stop talking about you.â
âSan I,â you sighed, picking at your fingers in your lap. âI had to. That's all I know.â
He shook his head. âIt doesn't have to be. Not with him, at least.â
You stared at him for a moment, unable to grasp the emotions you were feeling. âI don't want a relationship.â
He nodded. âHe knows that.â
You bit your lip. âI don't know how to love someone.â
âHe knows that, too.â
âThen what do I do?â you laughed, a usual occurrence when you were confused. âI want to be with him, but I don't know why.â
He smiled at you, his eyes kind rather than their usual flirtiness. âIt doesn't hurt to try, y/n.â
Something blew up in your mindâsome sort of chemical reaction you weren't used to. You knew of the feeling of attraction, lust, everything in between. But you didn't know what this one was.
You stood up abruptly. âI gotta go.â the chair nearly tumbled back as you zoomed out of the library, forgetting your backpack and your textbook like they were the least of your worries.
You ran through the cold, having no idea where your destination was. You knew who he was, but not where to find him. You checked his apartment, called hongjoong, and checked the science lecture halls. With him nowhere to be found, you thought your heart was going to give outâthat is, until one more place came to mind.
You raced to the campus bus stop, pacing until the bus finally arrived. Your leg bounced up and down rapidly until you reached your stop. You moved so fast you were certain people thought you were insane, and when you finally pushed through the doors of the hospital, you trudged up the stairs to the neuro floor, right up to the main desk.
You took a deep breath to slow your breathing. âIs Seonghwa here?â you asked in a hurry, your heart beating so fast you thought you were dying.Â
The lady frowned, giving you the weirdest look. âWho? Is he a patient?â
You swallowed hard, shaking your head. âNo, no. heâs a med student. He should be doing an internship here or something? Heâs in neuroscience. Neurosurgery? One of the two, I don'tââ
ây/n?â
You heard his smooth voice from the right, and you slowly turned toward him in relief. âAh, thank god. I need to see you, I think Iâm dying.â you inhaled sharply, watching his neutral expression change to worry.Â
He hesitated to get closer to you, his lips opening and closing as his mind wondered about what to say. He decided against words and walked over to you, gripping onto your arm before dragging you away and into the on-call room he came out of.
He let go of you, and you stood in the middle of the room with your hands at your sides. He locked the door behind him, and then turned to you with a scowl. âWhy are you here?â
You gasped for air. âListen, I have to be dying. My heart is beating so fast.â
He crossed his arms over his chest. âItâs probably because you ran here.â
You shook your head, and he kept his distance to you. âNo, it's not just that,â you took a step closer to him. He didn't move back. âI can't stop thinking about you. And when I think about you, my heart races and I feel like I need to see you. Some kind of chemical reaction is going on and it's not the one you told me about when we were drunk.â
He looked at you, his expression unreadable. You stepped closer to him. âItâs probably just your body being confused. It has nothing to do with meââ
âBut it has everything to do with you!â you groaned, sweating through the furry coat you had on. You ran a hand through your hair aggressively. âBecause you're the one who I see even when Iâm staring at anatomy paintings I can't stand it anymore.â
He let his guard down, setting down his arms at his sides. You took a step closer to him, calming down in his presence.Â
He looked at you through those glasses of his. âWhat are your symptoms?â
You let out a sigh of relief. âI uh, I cant stop thinking about you. About that night. I also cant breathe sometimes, and my heart beats super fast whenever I think about you, or if you're with someone else,â you took a breath as he watched you intently. âI don't know if its because you hate me and I cant shake it, or that I still want to sleep with you, or the fact that I want more than that but Iâm no good for you but I want to beââ
âOxytocin.â he smiled, his eyes sparkling.
You stopped, realizing you were so close to him that your shoes were almost bumping together. âWhat?â
âYour chemical reaction,â he said, reaching out to brush your hair away from your face. The minute his skin met yours, you felt your heart beat even faster. âItâs especially prominent withâŚskin to skin contact.â the pads of his fingers caressed your cheek.
You felt calm as he touched you. Like you needed it. Only him.
âWhat does that mean?â you asked him, a whisper.
He smiled, grabbing your face in his hands. âIt means attachment. You're attached to me.â
You met eyes with him, looking at how they searched your face for any answer.Â
â...Yes. you're right,â you bit your lip as he looked down at you with amusement. âAll I know is that I feel so much better now that you're in front of me.â
He smiled. âGood. because I do too,â he looked at your lips, ready to lean down and kiss them. âBut just so you know, I plan on ripping your clothes off again. Right here, right now, so you better tell me it won't be the last time. I don't want to hear you say bye to me ever again.â
You nodded in his grip, your face inching towards his. âMhm. Yeah. Iâll always say hello to you. No byeâs.â
He pressed his forehead into yours. âNone.âÂ
His lips met yours like it was the first time, and you smiled into the kiss like a schoolgirl. You wrapped your arm around his shoulders, kissing him and kissing him like you were made for him.
He made love to you on the couch of the on-call room, making new marks on your thighs and your neck. You never wanted it to end, and this time, it didn't have to.
âIâll be the only one who gets to rip your dresses, alright?â he growled in your ear, professing his attraction and attachment to you through actions.Â
kishi kaisei - (jpn.) waking from death and return to life
Pairing: Park Seonghwa (Ateez) x Fem!Reader
Genre: Supernatural AU, S2L, Romance, SMUT, teeny tiny bit of fluff
Rating: nsfw, 18+
Warnings: mentions of burnout, somewhat escaping a spa retreat clinic thingy, mentions of a religion, hints of supernatural powers, mummy!seonghwa but also god!seonghwa, seonghwa is a dick, an explosion, mentions of blood, mentions of war and destruction, mentions of being trapped/cursed for over a century, hinting of human sacrifice, seonghwa calles the reader âlittle mortalâ, seonghwa pushes the reader with intense power, being pinned down, choking, SMUT, ripping clothes, commands from seonghwa, oral (m and f receiving), pulling bandages aside with teeth, reader being tied up for a brief moment with said bandages, making out, slight nipple play, unprotected sex, on a shrine, also seonghwa is slightly overwhelmed with all the new sorts of clothes (a.k.a bra and jeans), orgasm denial, sexual choking, hints of praise kink, hints of scratching, possessive seonghwa⌠and that should be itâŚ
Wordcount: 4.134
A/N: When his first teaser picture dropped, I jokingly said mummy!seonghwa and that idea spiraled out of control thanks to @sanjoongie AGAIN! And when @defwoodzâ shared this link in our server with that incredible drawing made by @xoueâ (I FUCKING LOVE THAT DRAWING!!!!), I just couldnât NOT write it.. so here we are.. Also banner credit to @classicscreationsâ I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!!!! THANK YOU!! As always please enjoy this one shot and tell me what you think!
You groaned in annoyance and peeled the face mask off of your face, throwing it on the little side table next to you. The calming harp music filling the room got on your nerves and the clinging of the wind chime gave you a headache.Â
So much for relaxing and getting away from everything.
Midnight Kisses || j.wy || (m.) || series masterlist
status: completed 07/16/2023
đPairing ⢠best friend! Wooyoung x single parent! (fem) reader x new flame! San
âł you werenât sure how well you could raise your daughter as a single mother, but your best friend, Wooyoung, has been there every step of the way with no strings attached. When you decide that itâs time to try and date again, he realizes too late that his love for you doesnât just stop at friendship.
đGenre ⢠single parent au, bakery au, best friends to lovers, smut, fluff, slight angst
đwarnings/tags ⢠18+ minors dni, talk of death (Iâm sorry seonghwa ) relationship trauma, parenting, unrequited love but not at the same time, pining, single parent, loss, learning to love again, wooyoung is a total sass queen, wooyoung as a babysitter/wannabe father, San is a gentleman, oral sex (female recieving), fingering, sex toys, wooyoung watches y/n play with herself, kissing, hair pulling, unprotected sex
