Hi Dolls <3,
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It was a calm and beautiful Saturday evening, the sky strewn with diamonds…'Gyu wished to spend this evening with Y/n.
But Y/n had some other plans…
Beomgyu wasn't expecting his first experience at the club would be like this, spending most of his time watching over you.
First, it was the revealing top you wore to the club that barely covered your ample bosom.
Second, the fact that you huddled so close to Soobin whenever you were talking to each other, he knew it was because the music was too loud but still, he hated the way you leaned so close to him.
Third, it was the way you dance, there was nothing obscene about it, you were swaying your body along to the rhythm, but something about it somehow attracted everyone to watch.
Beomgyu saw someone closing in on you, and he was close to getting up and walking over to you, but Taehyun got to you first, he put his muscular arms around your waist and ward the stranger away.
"Thank you, Hyunie," you mouthed to him." Let's go have some more drink," Taehyun gestured to the table you guys sat on. You nodded.
He pulled you by your hand along with him, plopped down on the vinyl seat, and you sat next to him.
Soobin offered you new bottled water he had just opened for you
"Thank you," you muttered and took a gulp.
"It's your first time at the club, but why aren't you the one having fun?" Taehyun sneered, gulping his own bottled water.
Soobin reached for his head and gave his hair a ruffle, "First time can be too much, right?" He kindly defended him.
Beomgyu didn't even put on a smile, he looked bothered even.
"Shall we call it a night, then?" Soobin sensed that 'Gyu wasn't feeling it.
Taehyun reclined on his seat, "It's not half past midnight," he sneered.
You looked at 'Gyu, and when your eyes met, he quickly looked away.
"I agree. Let's just go!" you added.
Taehyun groaned, "Can we stay a little longer?" He whined.
You put on your jacket and fixed your hair.
"We can always go another time, Taehyun," Soobin said to him as he gathered his things from the table.
Beomgyu stayed quiet the whole time, when the taxi arrived, he just leaned by the wall waiting for his turn.
"Let me take you home," Soobin offered, "Taehyun and Beomgyu can go in the next one,"
You shook your head, "No, you can go first," you told him.
He stood there on the pavement holding the taxi door open, "I'm not going to let you go home alone," Soobin insisted.
You shook your head again, "You and Hyunie can go home first," you turned your head to Beomgyu, "I want Beomgyu to take me home tonight,"
Soobin was taken aback by your request, "yeah, sure," he wasn't sure about your decision.You looked over your shoulder to him, "Will you take me home, 'Gyu?"
Beomgyu didn't expect you to ask him for such a favor, but he found himself instantly nodding to your request.
Soobin nodded, "Okay, then you and 'Gyu get in first! Taehyun and I can get on the next one,"
You shrugged, "Thanks!" Then got into the taxi while Beomgyu went in from the other side, "bye, text me when you guys get home!" You said as you waved bye to them through the window of the taxi.
Beomgyu was unusually quiet the whole ride home, he would check something on his phone then put it back down inside his jacket pocket more than a dozen times that it started to annoy you.
You rested your head on his shoulder and felt him tense when you slipped your hand around his arm, "Wake me up when we arrive," you said to him, then closed your eyes.
You weren't actually sleeping; you merely closed your eyes and felt the calming rhythm of his breathing.
Beomgyu turned his head to your side, and you felt his breath on the top of your head.
You peeped through your half-shut eyes, your hand and his rested so close to each other on his lap.
You wondered if he would hold your hand? or should you pretend to grab his hand in your sleep?
Not long after that, you felt a hand on yours, then his fingers slowly slipping through the spaces between your fingers, and you smiled at how hard he clasped your hand in his.
"Noona, we're close," he softly said to you, shaking your hand.
You lifted your head off his shoulder, "you're coming to my place, right?"
"Huh?" He blinked a few times.
"Well, if you're only going to drop me by my apartment building, that doesn't mean you're taking me home," you said to him.
You didn't have to use such an excuse to win him over like that, 'Gyu was hoping he could get some alone time with you and to figure out if things change between you and him, and if yes, was it for good?
Beomgyu got off the taxi along with you and helped you get off the taxi even though you weren't the slightest bit drunk because Soobin made sure everyone didn't drink too much alcohol.
It was a calm and beautiful Saturday evening, the sky strewn with diamonds…'Gyu wished to spend this evening with Y/n.
But Y/n had some other plans…
Beomgyu wasn't expecting his first experience at the club would be like this, spending most of his time watching over you.
First, it was the revealing top you wore to the club that barely covered your ample bosom.
Second, the fact that you huddled so close to Soobin whenever you were talking to each other, he knew it was because the music was too loud but still, he hated the way you leaned so close to him.
Third, it was the way you dance, there was nothing obscene about it, you were swaying your body along to the rhythm, but something about it somehow attracted everyone to watch.
Beomgyu saw someone closing in on you, and he was close to getting up and walking over to you, but Taehyun got to you first, he put his muscular arms around your waist and ward the stranger away.
"Thank you, Hyunie," you mouthed to him." Let's go have some more drink," Taehyun gestured to the table you guys sat on. You nodded.
He pulled you by your hand along with him, plopped down on the vinyl seat, and you sat next to him.
Soobin offered you new bottled water he had just opened for you
"Thank you," you muttered and took a gulp.
"It's your first time at the club, but why aren't you the one having fun?" Taehyun sneered, gulping his own bottled water.
Soobin reached for his head and gave his hair a ruffle, "First time can be too much, right?" He kindly defended him.
Beomgyu didn't even put on a smile, he looked bothered even.
"Shall we call it a night, then?" Soobin sensed that 'Gyu wasn't feeling it.
Taehyun reclined on his seat, "It's not half past midnight," he sneered.
You looked at 'Gyu, and when your eyes met, he quickly looked away.
"I agree. Let's just go!" you added.
Taehyun groaned, "Can we stay a little longer?" He whined.
You put on your jacket and fixed your hair.
"We can always go another time, Taehyun," Soobin said to him as he gathered his things from the table.
Beomgyu stayed quiet the whole time, when the taxi arrived, he just leaned by the wall waiting for his turn.
"Let me take you home," Soobin offered, "Taehyun and Beomgyu can go in the next one,"
You shook your head, "No, you can go first," you told him.
He stood there on the pavement holding the taxi door open, "I'm not going to let you go home alone," Soobin insisted.
You shook your head again, "You and Hyunie can go home first," you turned your head to Beomgyu, "I want Beomgyu to take me home tonight,"
Soobin was taken aback by your request, "yeah, sure," he wasn't sure about your decision.You looked over your shoulder to him, "Will you take me home, 'Gyu?"
Beomgyu didn't expect you to ask him for such a favor, but he found himself instantly nodding to your request.
Soobin nodded, "Okay, then you and 'Gyu get in first! Taehyun and I can get on the next one,"
You shrugged, "Thanks!" Then got into the taxi while Beomgyu went in from the other side, "bye, text me when you guys get home!" You said as you waved bye to them through the window of the taxi.
Beomgyu was unusually quiet the whole ride home, he would check something on his phone then put it back down inside his jacket pocket more than a dozen times that it started to annoy you.
You rested your head on his shoulder and felt him tense when you slipped your hand around his arm, "Wake me up when we arrive," you said to him, then closed your eyes.
You weren't actually sleeping; you merely closed your eyes and felt the calming rhythm of his breathing.
Beomgyu turned his head to your side, and you felt his breath on the top of your head.
You peeped through your half-shut eyes, your hand and his rested so close to each other on his lap.
You wondered if he would hold your hand? or should you pretend to grab his hand in your sleep?
Not long after that, you felt a hand on yours, then his fingers slowly slipping through the spaces between your fingers, and you smiled at how hard he clasped your hand in his.
"Noona, we're close," he softly said to you, shaking your hand.
You lifted your head off his shoulder, "you're coming to my place, right?"
"Huh?" He blinked a few times.
"Well, if you're only going to drop me by my apartment building, that doesn't mean you're taking me home," you said to him.
You didn't have to use such an excuse to win him over like that, 'Gyu was hoping he could get some alone time with you and to figure out if things change between you and him, and if yes, was it for good?
Beomgyu got off the taxi along with you and helped you get off the taxi even though you weren't the slightest bit drunk because Soobin made sure everyone didn't drink too much alcohol.
synopsis －you and boyfriend try out something new :33 to say the least he enjoyed it more than you expected.
“Is that even possible? Like, in the ass? my ass??” Wooyoung, splutters eyes widened and asking in a hushed tone, looking cautiously left to right embarrassed. Although, you were quite confused what he was looking for, given you were both inside his dorm room and not out in public…and the only people in there were the two of you.
His demeanor, a total backflip to a few moments ago when he had very proudly won the game you both were playing.
“Well, yeah in the ass, your ass.” You deadpan at him. “It’s called pegging. I think it'll be fun for us to try and I want to make you feel good! But it’s okay if you don’t want to-”
“No! I’ll-I can try. For you. I’ve just-I’ve never really thought about it before. It seems kind of…intense...” Wooyoung looks down fiddling with his thumbs, legs crossed on his bed.
“Woo,” You cup his cheek and he leans into your touch almost instantly, practically purring at the nickname and your gesture, “if you’re not comfortable with it we won't do it. We don’t have to just because I want to. I just wanted to know your thoughts about trying something new. ”
Wooyoung was always an open minded person when it came to sex, always down to try things at least once. Both of you were pretty compatible in that sense, easily bored when things weren't spicy. You loved how experimental and open he was with you.
Wooyoung rubs at the back of his head and nods slowly, still looking skeptical. “I want to try it with you. I trust you. But, I just think I’ll not really find it that enjoyable though. let me think about it.”
Not that Wooyoung would ever admit it, but after you talked about pegging , he couldn’t just stop thinking about it. A strange feeling pooled in his stomach, unsure if it was a good or bad thing but he was curious.
What would it feel like? Would it even feel good? It’d probably feel weird right? And the thought of being so vulnerable was a little terrifying to him. He knew he had nothing to be embarrassed about since it's you but it still felt a little too daunting.
To say the least, Wooyoung was a curious kitty, and many nights contemplating brought him to conduct his own research. Grabbing his laptop, the only light shining in his room that night, he went to the only place he knew would have all sorts of answers to his never ending questions—the internet and he began sheepishly typing into the search bar.
To his surprise, he came across many dudes avidly raving about it on reddit and how it completely changed their view of life—he thought some of them were being a little too dramatic.
He also watched a few videos, for "research purposes only" ofcourse. He stared at his screen, mouth agape and feeling a flush creeping up his neck, cheeks growing increasingly heated at what he saw. Woah. Maybe. This might actually be….
He couldn’t help but imagine you doing that to him instead, mind going haywire at the mental image, imagining your hands on his hips and breath against his neck. It was strangely arousing to him.
Suddenly Wooyoung was squirming on his bed, one hand slipping down his sweatpants as he bit his lip, eyes snapped shut and eyebrows furrowed as he began urgently and frantically jerking off his now red and hard dick to the thought of you doing that to him.
Before he could even process, Wooyoung reached his high with a hand slapped to his mouth to stop himself from loudly moaning out your name (the college walls were very thin. He knew from experience.) cumming buckets and making a complete mess, soiling his sweats with a whimper instead.
He laid there gasping and panting , left to contemplate his actions and new found revelation. It was kind of hot? Or maybe it was just a heat of the moment kind of thing. He couldn’t actually find that arousing, right?
There wasn’t much Wooyoung kept from you, actually he never hide anything from you, usually he was the one to talk your ear off about the silliest things of his day as you both cuddled closely together.
However, he’d purposefully failed to mention his recent porn search history and the fact that he’s been cumming a lot faster than he’d like to admit at the idea of his lovely girlfriend fucking his ass.
It only made him more interested about whether he’d actually like it. There was only one way to answer his curiosity and that was to just see for himself. So he knew he had to bring it up to you somehow again without sounding like a sex crazed maniac.
You were studying in the library when you boyfriend approached, textbooks spread out in front of you as you furiously typed notes on your laptop.
Wooyoung leans in to peck your cheek before sitting on the chair next to yours, lifting your headphones from your ears. "So you’re studying as well?”
Wooyoung gives you an incredulous look as if it was absolutely outrageous to suggest he’d be studying.
“Um no.”
He clears his throat, trying to sound as nonchalant and normal as possible, “so, uh, remember that thing we talked about?”
You furrow your brows unsure of what he was mentioning, but given how incredibly embarrassed yet stupidly cute he looked, you had an inkling of what it might be and you tried your best not to laugh, heavily amused, accidentally saying it bit too loud for his liking, “Oh you mean pegging?”
He looks around frantically, eyes widened with panic as he tries to gauge if anyone else had heard, then he shoves you. “You don’t have to be so loud, my god.”
You can see the tips of his cute ears going pink as he shakes his head and rolls his eyes “Sorry, sorry. I didn’t mean to,” chuckling softly, you put your hands up in defense so he wouldn’t shove you again.
Wooyoung just narrowed his eyes at you and scoffs, “Yeah, so anyways. I was just thinking, you know, maybe we should actually... give it a try? I mean, if you're still interested.," he said, his words tumbling out.
Your eyebrows raised in surprise. “So, you’ve been thinking about it?” you teased, leaning in closer. “What exactly changed your mind, Woo?”
"Well, I've been doing some, uh, research...," he admitted, scratching the back of his head. "And, it doesn't sound so bad after all. I mean, I’m not saying that I’m dying to try it out or anything. But, you know, I’m open to the idea. I guess.”
“Sure, sure,” you say giggling into your textbook. “You guess…”
Wooyoung flicks your forehead playfully, furrowing his brows. “Shut up.”
“Oww!” You rub your forehead soothingly, “We’ll try it out soon then, yeah?”
He pretends to think about it, even though his excitement is barely contained. You could practically see his pretty eyes lighting up. “Yeah, we could do that! I mean not that I'm very excited or anything.”
Today is the day Wooyoung will finally understand why a bunch of dudes from reddit are so into being pegged by their girlfriends. Unfortunately for Wooyoung though, he was currently stuck in class, wanting to be in your dorm more than ever, but he had to wait.
The professor's voice drones on, the words blending into a meaningless blur as Wooyoung stole glances at the clock every few seconds. Each tick seemed to echo in his head like a countdown to freedom, and he couldn't help but let out an impatient sigh, mind racing at thoughts of what awaited him once this torturous lecture finally ended.
Meanwhile, you were finding immense amusement in Wooyoung's impatience and you couldn’t help but send him teasing texts during his class to make him even more pathetically desperate.
Wooyoung's eyes widened as he read the messages, his cheeks flushing red. He bit his lip, trying to stifle a groan of frustration. He quickly typed back, fingers fumbling with the keys.
Woo-who 🎸: This is pure evil ! You’re so mean baby :( 😞💔
You can’t help giggling, typing back a sarcastic response.
aww what a poor kitty. You’ll just have to wait.
Woo-who🎸: why can’t I just skip class bro🧍♂️
You tell him he’s not allowed to skip class and that he has to sit through the entirety of it. Wooyoung pouts, his bottom lip jutting out in a comical manner at the text, earning a weird look from Jongho who sat next to him.
Finally, the professor dismissed the class, and Wooyoung practically leaping out his seat, gathering his notebook and laptop and shoving it in his bag in record time.
He dashes out of the lecture hall, barely acknowledging Jongho’s farewell. Wooyoung’s heart racing as he practically sprinted across campus to your dorm.
When he reached your door, he knocked eagerly, breathing heavily and you swung open the door.
Without a word, Wooyoung pulled you into a passionate kiss, his hands tangling in your hair as he pressed you against the door. He couldn't wait any longer; the anticipation had built up to an almost unbearable level, and now that he was finally here with you, all he wanted was to feel close to you.
You chuckled softly against his lips, teasingly pulling back just enough to look into his eyes. "Looks like someone's eager," you run a hand through his tousled hair.
Wooyoung grins, cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and excitement as he stares down at you with half lidded eyes. "Can you blame me tho? You’ve been torturing me all day long, babe!" He pouts, staring down at your lips before kissing you again.
You’ve been meticulously prepping Wooyoung for god knows how long now, but you wanted to make absolute sure that he was stretched out well so you wouldn’t hurt him one bit.
His soft, breathy moans fill the room as your lubed fingers slide in and out of his cute, pink hole repeatedly.
He seemed to like it so far, each gentle movement makes him cling tighter to the pink silk pillow pressed against his chest, hugging it with his eyes blissfully closed, legs spread wide as he lay on your bed.
“Do you think you’re ready, kitty?”
He opens his eyes, meeting your gaze with a needy look, and cutely nods, taking a few deep breaths. “Yeah- please.. I want you noww..babe please....”
You give him a weary glance. “Sweetheart, I don’t want to hurt you though ,I want you to feel good.”
Wooyoung shakes his head softly, still hugging the pink silk pillow tightly, even if he’s a little nervous, he desperately wants to feel you. He swallows, looking directly into your eyes and whines. “I’ll be fine. pleasee”
Sighing, you step into the harness of the strap-on (you’d made sure to order the cutest and prettiest one you saw online), coating the silicone in generous amounts of lube before returning back to Wooyoung laying all pretty on the bed for you.
You gently place his dainty ankles over your shoulders, kissing on his inner thighs and pretty white sock clad legs and ankles as you do so.
You can’t stop staring in awe. Heart swelling up at the sight of Wooyoung, fluffy messy hair splayed around his face, long thick eyelashes kissing his rose dusted cheeks, slightly chewing at his plump bottom limp as he braces himself. He’s so precious. Oh how fucking gorgeous this boy is.
You kiss his ankles a few more times, one hand going to his cute tummy that heaved and you slowly push the silicone cock into his now glistening from all the lube, swollen, puffy pink hole, ever so slowly easing in, inch by inch and bottoming out.
Wooyoung cries out, hiding his face instantly in his elbow and he arches his back, and mewls.
“You okay, kitty?”, you coo and gently move his arm out the way so you can look at his pretty face and parted lips, stilling your movements and softly brushing the bangs out his eyes.
Wooyoung shakily nods, trembling. “Mmh. m’ okay. You can keep going.”
Loud high pitched strangled moans escape his lips as you pick up the pace. It was a new feeling and it takes him some time to get used to.
Wooyoung was always loud and would make the prettiest moans ever anyway, but there was something so different about the way he moaned right now, completely guttural and different to how they usually were.
Even he was surprised that he could make such a sound, clamping a hand over his mouth in embarrassment but he just couldn’t stop the noises at all even if he tried, loud whines and whimpers continuing. You loved them so much.
You watch his poor, neglected cock slap his tummy with every thrust, red and hard and dribbling beads at the head constantly. You take his dick in your hand, stroking it at the same movement and fucking him harder.
He gasps shuddering and writhing, his fingers curling into the sheets. "Oh... that feels...," he manages to say, interrupted by whines and moans, mouth in a cute ‘o’ shaped, completely dumb and fucked out by now he can barely think, and he moans your name over and over.
A cascade of mewls spilling from his lips, a sweet symphony that fills the room.
You lean down to press his swollen lips with yours, moving your mouth against him so messily and needy, making out with him so intensely as you carried on fucking his hole.
You’re sure you’re hitting his prostate by now.
Wooyoung parts from your lips to pant, a string of saliva connecting from his and your mouth and reaches his hand out to yours, “Hold…”
He whimpers out, eyebrows furrowed and you gladly grab his hand, intertwining your hand with his and holding hands as you peg him, anchoring him.
Your other free hand still continuing your ministrations on his cock, kissing him again. It seems you’ve pegged him completely into subspace.
"gonna cum soon... I can'ttt... it's too much!” Wooyoung chokes out, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he completely shakes.
You suddenly heard choked sobs and sniffling coming from Wooyoung.
Alarmed, you paused for a moment, worried that maybe you had hurt him. His face was buried in the pillow, and his shoulders were trembling with each shaky breath.
“Wooyoung? are you okay, baby?” you asked softly, your voice laced with concern. You gently eased back, not wanting to cause him any discomfort.
He turned his head to look at you, and your heart ached at the sight before you.
His glossy, brown doe eyes were filled with tears, eyelashes clumped together and his bottom lip was jutting out in a pout, making him look devastatingly beautiful, tears streaming down his red cheeks and his hair tousled and damp with sweat. He was such a pretty crier.
“I-I’m okay,” voice trembling with the intensity of his feelings. “It’s just... it feels so good. I love you so much.”
His tears flowed freely now, each sob wracking his body. You were surprised at how emotional Wooyoung had gotten.
You lean down to kiss away his tears, cupping his cheeks, “You’re doing so good for me, Woo. I love you too.”
Wooyoung grasps your hand even tighter, his fingers digging into your skin as he clings to you so close.
His head falls back with every thrust, and he throws his head back as you continue to hit his prostate repeatedly again and again, making him go cross eyed and his jaw slack.
He spurts a copious amount of cum from his cock, making such a mess on the sheets, your hand, and his tummy, cumming so hard his vision goes blurry, and he feels dizzy, his legs shaking uncontrollably. His eyes flutter open and shut, gasping and panting heavily. You pull out and collapse beside him, both of you utterly exhausted.
Wooyoung can finally conclude, the guys on reddit were so damn right.
A.N: God the excitement I feel in my bones for this fic I swear you guys are gonna love this! (I hope) Sorry for any mistakes or if this is too corny.
Pinning: College Au. Secret underground boxer Bangchan and Med student Reader.
Warnings: Mentions of emotional trauma, self-doubt, past breakup, and migraine episodes.
Summary: You're a med student, an average one to say, and looks like you just got a new roommate. Plus your two besties hyunjin and Felix
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"Shit again?" You cursed as another one of your highlighters stops working. Finals were coming up and you needed to note down all these notes. But how could you when your stupid highlighters kept drying up?! They definitely declared war against you. You groaned as you reached for your pouch and scrambled to find another highlighter.
While you searched someone whistled behind you, before you could look up, arms wrapped around your neck. "Here," Felix smiled warmly as he gave you a highlighter, behind him was Hyunjin, who had a lollipop in his mouth.
"Damn this like, what, your fourth highlighter?" Hyunjin teased as he went up to your desk and leaned against it while Felix looked down at your notes. They knew you were working hard for the finals, everyone was in fact. "You should totally take a break, pretty." Felix pouted slightly as he poked your cheek and Hyunjin smirked,
"Yeah, like go a on date type of break."
You knew that was coming, you should've expected it because these two have been nagging you to go on one of their special blind dates.
"Yes! You owe us one [name], you cancelled on the last guy and he definitely didn't take that lightly." Felix cringed at the reminder of what happened when you ghosted another one of their blind dates. Hyunjin rolled his eye, tilting his head to the side, as he popped the lollipop out of his mouth. "Psh, he was jerk."
"And you guys wanted me to go out on said date with that jerk." Hyunjin and Felix started silent before they bursted out laughing. Their laughter slowly spread to you and you couldn't help but laugh alongside them.
"Excuse me, this is a library!" An old lady shouted at you three and you immediately bowed your head and muttered an apology before making a quick escape while the old lady shot dagger at you three.
"Damn I forget how scary the new librarian is." Felix muttered and you couldn't help but nod along. "Definitely, but she's good at finding the books anyone asks for." You sighed, "Unlike the last lady." Hyunjin tsked as he bit his lollipop before he threw the stick in the trash. You, Felix, and Hyunjin have been best friends for a long time. They were with you in highschool and with you in college as well.
They're like your support system, the only people who make this miserable and boring college life more bearable. Sure they set you up on dates but you know deep down they just want you to be happy, after all it was because of them you meet your last boyfriend.
"Anyway, you guys hear about this new roommate program?" Hyunjin questioned and Felix nodded along before adding his own comment. "Yeah, I heard because their changing the dorms, the administration decided to save space by making two bedroom dorms. Talk about being broke." Felix scoffed and he was right too, it was annoying to share a room with a complete stranger who steals your food and makes a mess.
You grumbled as the thought of sharing a dorm with someone but your head. "Wait aren't they starting at floor c this week? Isn't that your floor [name]?" Hyunjin asked innocently but that grin on his and Felixs' face didn't seem so innocent.
"Fuck off." You pushed them away and they laughed before rushing over to you. "Okay but like think about it, what if their hot?" Hyunjin nudged your shoulder before Felix laid his arm around your shoulders. "What if they're single and ready to mingle, am I right?" Felix grinned while Hyunjin smirked— the two high five each other while you groaned again, a slight blush creeping up on you face as they continued to say more nonsense. They were always so talkative, probably because they loved seeing you reactions.
It didn't take long for you guys to reach your floor, the boys continued to tease you—even going as far to a make a roleplay of you and your roommate. "Oh please save me from my boring sad life!" Felix acted out—talking in a high pitch tone while Hyunjin spoke in a deep fake manly voice, "Don't worry babygirl, I'll save you!" The two were dorks seriously. You were going to speak up before you stopped and the two ended up bumping into you.
"Hey what's wrong-" Hyunjin's jaw dropped as the three of you saw an administrator standing in front of your dorm, with another student. Tall, brown hair, he was wearing a hoodie and had a mask on while he carried his stuff.
"God, he's hot."
You bit your tongue for thinking the way but the closer you get to him the more wild your thoughts grew.
"Shit—how tall is this guy?"
You stood there trying to keep yourself from gawking over this guy. Literally violins were playing in your head. Big biceps, cute face, oh god his cheeks looked so squishy and his lips? They were perfect for kissing.
"Hold up is that-" Hyunjin looked at Felix—who was already looking at him—and shut up. "Yep. That's my roommate." You spoke in a breathless tone. You were seriously thinking of wedding bells. while Felix and Hyunjin nodded.
"Should we tell her-" "Fuck no!" Felix immediately stammered and Hyunjin cringed at the awkwardness of the situation.
But to be honest, this might be a match made in heaven.
"Ah, [name]! Good afternoon, I'm simply here to drop you and your new roommate to your new dorms. Please pack your things," The administrator smiled at you and you smiled back, hiding the fact you were dying inside, "Let us help." Felix and Hyunjin didn't give you a moment to protest before they entered your dorm and got to packing. You couldn't argue with them and sighed before following them and getting to packing.
It took exactly an hour and a half to get done. Your roommate looked bored and the administrator was busy on her phone. "I'm done," You cleared your throat to catch their attention and the administrator looked up from her phone to look at you. "Alrighty! Let's get you two to your new dorms, cho-cho!" She was, something. Felix and Hyunjin were following you guys but they had this weird look on their faces—like they were hiding something. You didn't question it because you trusted the two and you knew whatever they were hiding couldn't be that bad. The walk to the new dorm wasn't far, in fact it was literally just five minutes away from your previous dorm.
"Ta-da! The two of you will stay you, [name] and Bangchan, they're two bedrooms, a kitchen, one bathroom in the hallway, and the living room. Come—I'll show you guys around." The two of you, Chan and you, followed the administrator as she gave you a tour of the new dorm. It wasn't bad, definitely bigger than your previous on. The kitchen was plain, simple, tidy and the living room had some couches with one small tv.
"Should we tell them?" Felix whispered to Hyunjin, who immediately shook his head. "Hell nah, let them figure out on their own. Plus, it's not like Chan would bother telling them he knows us. He probably already thinks they already know." Hyunjin snickered and Felix let out a fake gasp, "Oh you're evil—but so am I.," Felix giggled with Hyunjin, the two menace were up to something.
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Day 1
"Fuck!" You shouted as you realised you overslept. Technically you didn't—but since you have your mornings planned out this has just ruined your entire morning routine for the day. You got out of bed and rushed to the bathroom, when you reached for the door knob, it already opened up.
"Huh?" Bangchan looked down at you confused. He stared at you for a few moments before it clicked. "Sorry I forgot we were roommates."
You looked at him with a blank expression, totally shocked by what he said and not the fact his wet hair and face looked amazing. His cologne—you wanted to bathe in it for hours.
"Wait no I'm late!"
You stopped yourself from admiring the man in front of you and you squeezed though him so you could shower and get done quick. You need enough time for breakfast!
You took a good 40-45 minutes in the shower and an extra five minutes in putting on your clothes. Upon checking the time you sighed in relief that you were indeed not late.
"Thank god," You walked over to the kitchen as you rubbed the back of your neck and relaxed for a bit. When you looked back at the kitchen that's when you saw him, Chan, he was making an omelette and he looked over at you with a plain expression.
"Uhm do I say hi? Good morning? You look tired? I love your hair—no don't say that!" You nervously smiled at him and he smiled back at you. Shit even his smile was cute!
You went over to make yourself a sandwich while you stood next to him. The silence was awkward. Super awkward. But while you made your sandwich you couldn't help but notice something—why did he have so many bandage on? Are those blood stains? And those cuts look painful.
You took a sneaky glance at him, kinda admiring his face but while you did he looked at you. "You have class right? I don't usually have classes today or on Wednesdays. Professor gives us independence work."
You nodded along each sentence like you weren't internally panicking because you were running out of time. It genuinely felt like there was a ticking time-bomb in your head.
"That's cool and you're pretty lucky." You shrugged as you ate your sandwich and he hummed before that awkward silence came again. The moment you got done, you grabbed your things and ran out the door.
Day 2
"Ughhhh, I'm so sleepy"
You walked over to your dorm, key in your hand, eyes barely open, and your feet felt like magnets stuck against the floor. Honestly, did professor Jun have to give that much work? Does he just hate his students and want to torture them.
You reached out to unlock your dorm room and your hand grazed against someone elses'. You looked up confused—oh wait it's just Bangchan...OH WAIT IT'S BANGCHAN
"Oh, sorry I didn't see you there." Chan look down at you—his eyes calm and steady. The eye bags under his eyes made it clear he was just as tired as you were. "Oh no, it's my fault please you can go ahead."
"No no, it's fine you go."
"It's alright! I insist!"
This went on for a good minute or two before one of you decided to just leave and open the door. You kicked your shoes off and threw your bag on the couch before waking away to your bedroom. Chan followed along, going to his own room to change and get freshened up.
Finally when you were out of your clothes and in your pjs you sighed and tied your hair up while letting out a yawn. The college life was tiring.
"Let's kill this love, dun da dun, yeah, yeah, something something"
You hummed the lyrics while you walked over to the living room to watch some tv and relax. "Oh, I like that song too!" Chan spoke up—looking up from his phone as he had his legs and arm spread out ok the couch.
"O-oh, yeah I like black pink and listen to them sometimes." You played it off cool as you say on the couch, Chan had given you space since he didn't want to disturb your comfort zone.
Now that you're sitting down you see it. He's wearing a tank top, sweatpants, and holy shit. Is this what they call a lady boner?
"Act cool, act cool, act cool, don't look at him, don't look at him, I'M LOOKING AT HIM."
You pulled out your phone and scrolled through tiktoks while trying to ignore the beauty in front of you. It felt so wrong to stare at him, jeez you were not better than any other man.
"Something wrong?" Chan asked, tilting his head and smiling slight. "WHY'S HE CUTE?!" "Oh, nothing just tired!" You replied a bit louder than you intended too.
Day 3
"I can't do this anymore. I'm wayyyy to underpaid for this. But damn it, Chan, I can't leave."
Chan walked to the dorm and made sure no one was around. If any of the guards found him like this they would integrate him and ask him if he was student of not. He looked down at his knuckles and his face twitched with annoyance. "This one's gonna hurt." He opened the door and scanned the place while closing the door. And that's when he saw it. When he saw you.
You just sat there. Under the lamp—not even realising how beautiful you looked. He didn't understand why he was staring. You were his roommate! He reluctantly looked away from you and took his shoes off. One minute he was taking his shoes off the next he was walking over to you.
"Hey," He spoke calmly but in reality he was screaming inside because the way your hair fell in front of your face and your eyes shined under the light. He finally understands how the male lead in a k-drama feels.
"Hi," You nodded, acknowledging his presence before going back to making your highlight suffer by highlighting notes. Honestly, you were way to tired to fan girl over him. "Getting ready for finals?" You hummed answering his question and he pressed his lips together trying to understand why on earth he was next to you.
Chan looked down at your notes and he noticed something. "That's wrong." He spoke without thinking and he almost hesitated to speak up with the way you looked at him, so tired, so annoyed, so pretty. "You highlighted the wrong sentence." He pointed out and you looked down at where he was pointing at—he was right. You did highlight the wrong text.
"Here—let me help you," He sat down on the chair next to you, he took your textbook and the other highlighter you had before he underlined another text. "This'll help. I'm pretty good in cardiology, want my help?"
"Sure." You didn't mind help, you were to tired to refuse anyway.
And there he was, helping you study and take down notes. Like he wasn't planning on sleeping and forgetting about the exhausting day he had.
"You're pretty good at this." You chuckled and he looked bit shy, not scary looking like you always thought he was.
Day 4
"You with Chan, me with [name]," Felix fist bumped Hyunjin before they opened your guys' dorm room. You were in the kitchen, and Chan was in the living room. The two rascals gave each other one wink before commencing their plan.
"Hey dude! How are you doing?" Hyunjin patted Chan's shoulders and Chan looked at the other man with a smile. "Hyunjin," Chan watched was Hyunjin sat down on the couch next to him.
"So, how's life?" Hyunjin asked enthusiasticly as he looked at Chan. "Life's good, the new dorm is bigger than the last one and the bathroom shower actually gives hot water." Chan shrugged—not really have anything new in his life other than this new dorm change.
Hyunjin nodded and looked down at Chan's knuckles. "You still working?" He asked a bit concerned for Chan and Chan looked down at where Hyunjin was staring before speaking up again. "Yeah, you know I can't exactly quit."
Hyunjin pouted slightly—he licked his lips slightly trying to figure out what to say to that response. He hummed and moved on from the topic before he grinned sadistically.
"Soooo, how's life with [name]? They're pretty hot, don't you think?" Chan choked on his spit at Hyunjin's question. "Well—I mean yeah they're hot—not that I find them attractive, but that doesn't mean they're not attractive it's just-"
Hyunjin gave himself a pat on the back mentally as he broke Chan. Yep, he got what he was looking for. Only thing left now is seeing how easily you break.
"How's professor Jun? Still tiring?" Felix leaned against the counter and watched as you made some tea for yourself. "Hell yeah, that man makes me wonder who died and made him a professor." He chuckled at your response and watched you quietly before he smirked.
"You know, Bangchan has really big biceps. I mean, those muscles are to die for, right?" You acted like you didn't care but Felix saw that faint blush on your cheeks. "Psh yeah, definitely big but ehh I don't know."
"You sure? You saying they aren't worth the attention?" He gasped dramaticly and watched as you stammered—trying to play it cool while also not making a fool of yourself. This was too easy.
"Well anyway, catch you guys later!" The two left and gave each other a look.
"They like each other,"
"Hell yeah they do."
"We should set them up."
"Definitely."
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The cafe was loud and packed as always. Felix sipped on his iced americano while Hyunjin took a bite of his chicken sandwich. "They definitely like each other," Hyunjin spoke mid-bite, "so we should totally set them up."
Felix nodded and replied back. "Yeah because they definitely won't do anything about it."
"But, how? It's not like they would go on a date if they knew who the other person was." Felix hummed knowing Hyunjin had a fair point—he snapped his fingers and grinned. "We make them go on a blind date!" Felix took a quick sip of his iced americano before going back to speaking.
"The two will have to deal with the embarrassment later—Chan will agree because, well, he's Chan and he really doesn't care,"
"True, and [name] will definitely need some convincing." Hyunjin took a bite of his sandwich as he thought of something that would get you to say yes. They both know you're as hard as a rock when it comes to saying yes to blind dates.
"Listen, what if, we lie and say that it was some guy who got stood up! You know how they get at these things. "They'll think their doing someone a favour but really-"
"Their doing us a favour!" Hyunjin completed Felixs' sentence and they both were content on how the planning went.
"We'll set the place here and I'll tell them, he's sitting next to the window—while we sit in the back and watch the two. Boom, que the violins, the roses,"
"The wedding." Hyunjin snorted and the two sighed—satisfied with how their plan was fitting in, in all the right places.
Hyunjin looked down at his sandwich and stared at it for a while. Felix noticed and put down his drink—a slight concerned expression on his face as he saw how quiet Hyunjin got. "Hey, what's wrong?" He asked, giving Hyunjin a pat on the shoulder.
"When I was with Chan, I saw he had new bruises. His knuckles were red and I saw some cuts.." He muttered trying not to make it seem like he cared when in reality it was obvious he did care. He cared a lot.
"I mean, what if they don't accept him? What if they get scared and run away? This has happened before and you know that, Lixxie." Felix pressed his lips together knowing Hyunjin was right, they've been multiple times when someone left Chan whenever he revealed what he did for a living.
"If they don't accept him, we would know." Felix reassured Hyunjin, they've known you for years now. They know what you would think about something before you even thought about it. "But still, we are lying to them as well."
"Nope, we're sweet talking—there's a difference."
Hyunjin scoffed jokingly at Felix's words and smiled to himself. Maybe—maybe you wouldn't care and would accept Chan the way he is, after all?
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Hyunjin and Felix definitely owe you one. This guy definitely had to be worth your time because you literally spent an hour and a half getting ready—taking a shower, putting on your best perfume, doing your makeup like a runway model, everything.
"Is he even cute? The two mentioned he was tall, definitely not as tall as Bangchan though.. GOD."
You sighed as you stopped in front of the café door and walked inside. Maybe it was nice of them to pick this one since it's the closest to the dorms, plus you did like their coffee.
"So, he'll be sitting at the table next to the table. He's gonna do happy you gave him a chance after he got stood up!" Felix exclaimed happily while Hyunjin wiped a fake tear.
"Poor guy, I can't believe she just left him there for hours and didn't even text him back!" Hyunjin dramatically leaned back like a victorian woman. "Just make sure to look your best [name]!" Felix gave you a thumbs up and you sighed as you realised what you were getting yourself into.
"The window seat.." You muttered to yourself as you searched for the seat that was the closest to the window. Once you found it, you smiled and walked over to the table.
"Hello-" You paused when you saw him.
"[Name]?"
"Chan?"
Chan looked at you confused because he didn't expect to see you here. He was here for his blind date.
"Chan, you can't believe how sad they were. Like the guy totally left them and didn't even send a message!" Felix sighed as he laid his head down on Chan's lap.
"Yeah, they cried that night and told us they would never go out again. I'm so happy you gave them a chance!" Hyunjin wrapped his arm around Chan's shoulders and the two acted like two old women. He was too used to their bullshit to care.
"What are you doing here?" He chuckled as he leaned his head on his palm—using his elbow to support him. Chan didn't mind though, you looked gorgeous in his eyes.
"I'm here because Felix and Hyunjin set me on a date, with a guy who got stood up." You gave an upside down smile as you sat down in your chair and Cha looked at you surprised.
"I'm here because one of their friends got stood up on a date too." His tongue poked the inside of his cheek as he realised what was going on. The two rascals set you guys up.
You pinched the bridge of your nose as you processed the situation. This was mildly amusing but you needed to hide the fact you were absolutely tweaking out on how hot Chan looked. You grabbed your phone and texted the two.
"You two assholes!"
Afar from you, Hyunjin and Felix giggled as they saw your text sent to the gc. "This was so worth it." "Definitely." The two snacked on their cupcakes as they watched the scene before them.
“You know... If this was a real date, I’d probably be trying harder to impress you." He grinned as he watched your slight blush. He wouldn't lie and say he didn't want to tease you. “But I don’t think I need to. You already look like you like me just the way I am.”
"I mean can you blame me?" You chirpped back as you looked at him. Chan giggled, almost shy but not quite. Maybe this wasn't so bad. You might just thank Hyunjin and Felix—might.
Since this is definitely the first time in the days you two spent together as roomates, where you weren't nervous.
You two sat in the living room—relaxing on the couch while the two of you talked. "Yeah so I was in a fight club when I was younger." Chan admitted, his body language was relaxed and he seemed more comfortable with you. It was nice to know he was okay with you seeing him this way.
"Really?" You tilted your head as you hugged one of the pillows and Chan nodded. "Yeah, I did a lot of stuff when I was younger." He chuckled and that gummy smile of his made your heart melt. You were sure if you didn't have any ounce of embarrassment in you, you would actually ask him out instead of your friends having to set up guys up.
"What about you, [name]? I barely know anything about you, like why you chose med and if you were always this cute." He teased and you couldn't help but chuckle at his flirting. He was smooth that was for sure. But he was always right, you barely told him anything about yourself.
"I chose med because I liked it. It's hard af but it's fun in a way? Not like my family forced me I just wanted to do it, to help people and know I did a good job." You smirked before you continued. "And yes, I've always been this cute." You leaned closer unintentionally—and while you didn't notice, Chan definitely did.
“Should I scoot closer or are you good with the view from there?” Chan smirked and You couldn't help but blush once you realised how close you two had gotten.
This might've been your best night since your ex, Cha Eun.
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"Everything's been alright, Chan and I have gotten to know each other more?" You shrugged your shoulders as Felix got a can of soda from the campus vending machine, Hyunjin was leaning against a wall and listened to everything you said.
"After the date you two set up," You glared at them playfully before going on, "I got to know a little more about him. Me and Chan talked a lot, we still do!"
"He helps me with my notes and it kinda helps calm me down. My migraines haven't shown up as often anymore." Felix looked up at you before he grabbed his can of soda. "Really? That's actually good news!" He smiled happy to know you were doing better since he knew migraines aren't easy. "We're really matchmakers," "Like the ones from Mulan?"
Felix glared at Hyunjin while the other man snickered. "Fa Mulan." He acted out dramatically earning a laugh from all of you.
"But what else has been going on, babes?" Hyunjin gestured for you to continue as the three of you walked away to a cafeteria table. "I mean, me and him have been playing video games together! But he kinda sucks—I beat him three times yesterday and he was sulking the whole time."
You chuckled as you remembered how he pouted and acted like he was okay but really was deeply ashamed he lost that easily.
"And we've been cooking together too. We tried making some fried rice yesterday."
"Anything spicy though?" The two boys gave you a look and you couldn't help but get shy at their question. "Yeahhh," You fiddled with your fingers as you went on, "We were watching a movie yesterday and I fell asleep on his shoulder."
"AWWW," The two looked so happy that you and Chan were getting along and you were too. It felt like only a day ago you were scared of him—but now you wanted nothing more but to spend time with him. It wasn't until Felix cleared his throat that you snapped out of your thoughts.
"But.. have you told him about Cha Eun? Or about your migraines, [name]?" You shifted nervously at the question because the answer was obvious. You hadn't told Chan about any of those topics.
The boys looked a bit disappointed that you didn't and you muttered in response at their disappointment. "I just don't think now's the best time. I don't wanna weird him out or something." The two, Hyunjin and Felix, looked at each other before looking back at you.
It was funny how the two of you were hiding things from each other. How neither of you mentioned such important things because you were scared.
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"It's been a month now—i can't do this anymore. My everything hurts..I just want sleep."
Chan walked over to the dorm and he lazily opened the door. He didn't care about setting his shoes aside properly—instead he just kicks them off and walks over to the couch like a zombie. It didn't take long before he fell on the couch and he didn't bother to take care of his cuts and bruises, even if they hurt.
His eyes shut and he muttered to himself before falling asleep, forgetting about the fact you were still at home and would see him this way.
You went to the kitchen to get a glass of water—studying for finals isn't easy without any hydration. While you walked to the kitchen you noticed how a certain pair of shoes weren't set in the shoe rack. You knew it was Chan's but he never leaves his shoes like this.
You looked over at the couch and you saw him sleeping so peacefully.
"He looks so cute, I wonder what he was up to?"
You couldn't help but want to walk over to him and check if he was okay. You kneeled down to get a better look at Chan and you smiled to yourself as you saw how cute he looked. But something was wrong. Why did he have so many cuts? You didn't notice at first because the lights were so dim but now that you have you couldn't help but realise how bloody his knuckles were.
The water could wait—what mattered was patching up Chan's bruises and cuts. You got the med kit in no time and you hesitated but you took his hands and wiped the blood off of them while trying not to wake him up.
What was he doing? Did someone attack him? Why did he always go on late night walks?? All these questions and no answer. You hated it. You hated it despite the fact you knew you weren't telling him everything either. But you still couldn't help but feel annoyed he wasn't telling you the truth.
"This isn't like him.."
The cut in his lips made you worry—the skin around his fingers were peeled and you only grew more concerned as you bandaged one hand of his.
Your face twitched and you tried to hold back the sneeze but you couldn't stop yourself. One moment Chan was laying down asleep—the next he was up and ready to fight like a soldier in war.
"What?!" He shouted, his body tense and his breathing fast and steady. When he saw what you were doing—med kit next to you, his hands in yours, and that bandage— the colour from his face drained and he pulled his hands away from yours.
"No- Chan!" You scolded mad at the fact he just pulled his hands away, mad at the fact he woke up, mad at the fact he wasn't telling you everything—because that meant he wasn't comfortable with you.
"What are you doing." He spoke in a low and blunt tone. That tone that he used before something bad happened.
Your gaze softened with concern and sadness, he was terrified. But why?
"Chan. Give me your hand." You spoke softly—almost like you were dealing with a scared wolf that needed help but was scared to let anyone near. Chan looked at you— confused, angry, exhausted.
"Why aren't you scared." When he asked that you couldn't help but look at him like he said the stupidest thing in the world.
"Why would I be scared, Chan?" You questioned trying to understand what exactly was going on in that head of his. What he was so afraid of?
"That I'll hurt you?"
That sentence made you stop everything. "Hurt me?" You repeated his words before continuing. "Chan, you wouldn't hurt me—I know that." You made it obvious you weren't scared so why couldn't he take the hint?
"Chan, are you scared that you'll hurt me?" Chan didn't know what to say. Instead of focusing on your reaction—you made him focus on his reaction.
He didn't know what to say. He couldn't speak. Maybe because he didn't want to speak. Maybe because he didn't feel the need to.
Chan reluctantly gave you his hands and he looked like a deer in headlights as you smiled before going back to dealing with his cuts.
It stayed like that. Quiet. Only thing you heard was his heavy breathing and the slight clutter whenever you grabbed something.
He stayed still—watching you like his life depended on it. His hands twitched ever so slightly whenever you pressed rubbing alcohol on the cuts. It felt like an eternity before you were done.
"There," You pulled your hands away from his and for a moment—Chan wanted you to continue holding his hands. "All better." Your voice was tender, sweet, and gentle. It wasn't what he was used too.
"You don't want to know how I got these?"
"I'll let you tell me instead of me asking." You spoke quick and clear. You didn't ask him anything because you wanted him to tell you instead.
He bit his tongue as he watched you straighten up and get closer to his face. Chan closed his eyes as you cleaned the dried blood on his face. He wanted to tell you but his instincts were telling him no.
Chan gulped as he parted his lips, his hands shaking as he spoke. "I—" His voice felt stuck in his throat as he heard you hum, you were so patient. "I'm an underground boxer..." He took a deep breath and continued, "I never left that fight club habit."
You stayed still—you didn't judge him or give him a nasty look. You just stayed there.
"Felix..Hyunjin.. they tell me to stop but I can't—it's not like I don't know it's bad. I know.. my family sees me with cuts and bruises—they just flinch but never ask. I've been this way since sixteen and everyone who came into my life always left for the same reason. They deemed me as a monster—as a freak who knows nothing but violence."
He felt this pain in his chest.
"What are you doing, Chan? Can't you see they don't care?"
Chan pushed those thoughts away and spoke up again. "I'm not a freak. I'm not a monster. But when I'm in the ring—I just feel real. Like I'm alive. Like I have a reason to live.."
He opened his eyes and your faces were inches apart. You were simply checking for any infection or something, but Chan's gaze made you stop.
You both stared at each other until you spoke up. "You were scared I would see you as psychopath. As the monster you think you are." You whispered and for once—for once in his life Chan actually felt seen. His lips parted and the two of leaned close until your lips pressed against his.
It felt like fireworks exploded in his stomach. His heart raced and his hands went up to cup your cheeks—even though it hurt to move his hands.
The two of you pulled back and for a moment it seemed like it was just the two of you in this world. Your eyes locked onto his ass his locked onto yours. It was romantic even. Intimate.
But reality punched you both in the face.
Your eyes widened and so did his, the two of you pulled away from each other and you looked conflicted. You liked it but why did it feel so wrong?
Why did it hurt Chan to kiss you? Why did it stress you out that you kissed him?
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You stared at Chan and the whole time you couldn't help but feel your heart race. Not because you liked this—no, but because you were scared. You didn't want to hurt his feelings but you couldn't be around him.
"I-I'm gonna go study." You muttered getting up in a hurry, almost tripping while trying to escape to your bedroom.
Once you reached, you caved in. You slid down the door and your head fell on your knees as your hands went to your hair.
"Why did you kiss him."
"You just like his attention."
"You'll be absolutely useless for him."
It felt like you weren't there. Like you were alive but you weren't exactly there. Your hands were shaking as you denied each thought, "No I do like him." You stammered but that voice inside your head said another thing.
"No you don't, you just like the fact he makes you forget about life. About Cha Eun."
Your breathing was shaky and you looked at your hands. Is this real? "No no no..." You repeated those words as you tried to understand your life.
"Be honest, you're failing. Academically and life-wise. Look at yourself!"
You got up and walked over to the bathroom. You grabbed onto the sink—your legs felt like jelly as you looked at yourself in the mirror.
Your eyes were tired. Your face was dull—like you hadn't slept in weeks. Your mouth trembled.
And still, you stayed quiet.
You glanced at your notebook on the table. The one where Chan had written neat notes for you to review. You remembered how he had laughed with you and acted so relaxed.
Chan was happy. He was proud that you were doing so well.
So why was it you still felt like a failure? Like you only kissed him out of instinct?
"Why did you kiss him..." Because you didn’t know what else to do. Because your brain was loud and he was the only quiet in your life. Because for one second, you wanted to feel like you were worth something.
But what if he thought it meant something else? What if you were just using him without realising it? So you could move on and than dump him?
Your stomach turned. This wasn’t fair. Not to him. Not to you. And suddenly, the weight of it all—the finals, your ex, the kiss—crashed into your skull like thunder. Your vision blurred and that familiar pressure started behind your eyes.
Migraine.
Of course it would come now.
You turned off the lights, laid your head on the desk, and curled into yourself—trying not to cry, trying not to think, trying not to feel.
"You don't get to be loved just because you're tired." The voice in your head whispered.
And somehow, you didn't argue or make something up. You just stay there letting your thoughts fill the silence.
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Chan sat frozen on the couch, the silence pressing against his skull like a vice. Everything replayed in his head — the softness of your touch, the concern in your eyes, the way your lips met his. It played on loop, like punishment.
His gaze dropped to the fresh bandages wrapped around his hands. Tentatively, he brushed his fingers over them — the very cuts you had cleaned. His throat tightened.
"You forced them. You forced them to kiss you because of your sob story."
He didn’t argue. What was the point? That voice had lived inside him for years. It spoke with authority, it had him stuck and be it's slave.
"What made you think you could be anything else but a freak?"
His chest tightened. The voice wasn’t wrong. No, because if it were wrong he would've known. People wouldn't have left him if he wasn't violent.
"Why do they always leave?"
He answered out loud, a whisper to himself. "Because I scare them away."
He let himself fall back against the couch. The cushions swallowed him, but didn’t comfort him. He curled in on himself, as if hiding might make the pain quieter. He wanted to pretend he didn’t care, but everything about him — the tremble in his hands, the sting in his ribs, the pounding in his chest — said otherwise.
He remembered you smiling at him across the kitchen counter. Beating him at video games. He remembered how hard you were laughing and shouting about how much of a baby he was. For once he didn't feel like he was dangerous but felt like he was actually him
Now, that same memory felt like it belonged to someone else. Someone who deserved you.
"Oh, that's cool, Chan." Minjin smiled awkwardly as he told her about his life. He stared at her confused wanting to know what the issue was. But Chan didn't say anything and waited until yesterday.
He woke up and opened his phone.
"I'm sorry but I don't think I can be with you. You're too wild." He read that message again and again because he knew what wild meant. He knew she meant he was too dangerous, too risky to be with.
His hands went up to his lips as he stared at the ceiling. "Why do your kisses hurt more than bruises?" He asked him that question.
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Can I sip yours?" You asked Beomgyu, eyeing his coffee cup in front of him.
He nodded, "go ahead," You smiled at him, took his coffee cup, and took a careful sip,
"Oh, it's not that sweet. I like it," you exclaimed, pushing his coffee cup back to him on the table.
Beomgyu's eyes darted at the lipstick mark you made on the rim of his coffee cup.
"Noona?" He called you.
Your head snapped at him, "yes?"
"Can we go to your place?" He asked, his long fingers wrapped around his coffee cup.
"Yeah, it's cold to stay out, don't you think?" you answered as you looked out to the snowed pavements.
'Gyu knew you would always say yes to him. You always bought him food, pinched his cheeks whenever he did something you found cute, you occasionally hugged him and kissed him on the cheek a few times without any hesitancy.
He's like a younger brother you never had.
Beomgyu went along with it if that means he gets to hang out with you without feeling awkward, just like today, he took you for a coffee, and you said yes right away because to you, it was just a casual meet-up and not much.
"Maybe we can order some pizza later," you said to him as you entered the elevator to get to your apartment floor, "what do you think?"
The question seemed to snap him out of his reverie, "yes," was all he could manage to say.
'Gyu longing for the day you would treat him like you would treat his older hyungs, he wanted you to feel that tension you get whenever you're so close to each other, and on top of that, he wanted you to see him as a man.
"You're in luck. I cleaned the apartment this morning," you told him, letting the door wide open to let him enter.
He took off his shoes and put on the slippers, he felt a tingle inside when he saw your shoes and his were next to each other on the threshold.
You took off your coat and tossed it along with your purse on your bed,
"you want something?"
You asked him as you got out of the bedroom.
He was taking off his coat and folded it, placing it on the armrest of the sofa. He looked at you rather blank-eyed.
"I have some fruits. Let's eat that! We have to make room for pizza later," you suggested, walking in the direction of the kitchen.
You took out some apples and a pack of strawberries from the fridge, brought them to the kitchen counter to start peeling them.
Beomgyu approached you, "Let me help you," he offered, rolling the sleeves of his sweater up to his elbows.
You glanced at his toned, veiny hands with slender fingers adorned with metal rings,"You've been working out a lot, huh?" You asked him.
He shyly laughed, "I think of starting to impress you with my body," Your mouth hung open at his unexpected reply, "oh," you gasped, but your hand naturally reached for his cheek and pinched him, "so cheeky!" you told him.
There she goes again, he muttered under his breath.
He went on to wash the strawberries under the running water.
You came up behind him as you were done peeling and slicing the apples.
"Hey 'Gyu don't mind everything I say and dry the strawberries quickly with the paper towel," you instructed.
He nodded, his focus was centered on your hand rested on the small of his back.
"I have a bottle of wine that would…" you words trailed off, "Oh wait, you-"
"Yes, I am legal enough to drink, Noona," he quickly remarked.
You scoffed and rolled your eyes at him, "I was about to ask you if you like wine," you told him.
You pulled out two wine glasses from the cabinet and brought them to the table in the living room while Beomgyu brought the tray with plates of sliced fruits on it and set it down the table, then sat next to you on the sofa.
This was probably the first time you remembered that 'Gyu could legally drink your memory wasn't the sharpest, to you he has always been the adorable Beomgyu you had known for ages.
You popped open the cork of the wine, you felt relaxed as the aphrodisiac scent of wine wafted around you. You poured wine into both glasses and handed one to Beomgyu.
"Cheers," you said to him as you clanged your glass with him.
Beomgyu took a small sip then set his glass down on the table, yes he is legal to drink, but he needs some more time to figure out his tolerance for alcohol.
He took a piece of strawberry and shoved it into his mouth, you watched as he chewed on it.
"So cute," you exclaimed.
He raised one eyebrow, "what cute?"
"The way you eat," you replied.
'Gyu wiped his mouth with a napkin, "you should stop calling everything I do cute, it's annoying,"
You chuckled, "I just can't help it sometimes," you admitted.
"And stop pinching my cheeks," he complained, picking a strawberry off the plate, "stop feeding me food like I'm a kid," he added, then brought the strawberry to your mouth, "says AAAA," he ordered.
And you unconsciously complied, opening your mouth for him. He put the strawberry in your mouth, and you closed your mouth around it.
"How do you like being fed like a child?" He asked you as you chewed on your strawberry, and he wiped the juice leaking out the corner of your mouth with his thumb.
You felt bad knowing that he felt uncomfortable by the way you treated him, "I'm sorry that I made you feel that way," you sincerely apologized.
"I want you to stop kissing me on the cheek too," he muttered.
"But I kissed Yeonjun on the cheek too," you chimed in.
He laughed, "That's because Yeonjun Hyung likes skin ships,"
You softly laughed, "so that means you don't want kisses from me anymore?" You teased, raising one of your eyebrows at him.
He suddenly reached for your hand on your lap, "I want you to treat me as a man," he told you, clasped his hand together with yours.
His sharp eyes fixated on you, "To be honest, Noona, I never looked at you less than a woman, you are so beautiful and carry yourself so well, and I find that really, really attractive,"
Was it the silence that hung in the air, or did his voice just go lower by the seconds? You became afraid he might hear the way your heart was beating out of control right now.
"I like how your cheeks redden either due to the heat or the cold, the way you rub the back of your neck when you're nervous and how you would squeeze my arm whenever you see something that caught your interest," he said without stuttering as if those words had been there and he picked this moment to pour it all out.
He leaned in forward, now gently holding your hand by your wrist, "I want to make your heart pound when I am this close to you," he said to you.
You swallowed by the proximity, your throat suddenly got all dry, "But I'm-"
Beomgyu leaned in closer, close enough that you could feel the warmth of his breath and the tip of his nose grazing your cheek,
"and yes, I know that you're older than me," his lips faintly brushing over yours when he spoke,
"so don't use age gap as an excuse," he said to you before pressing his lips onto yours.
You closed your eyes as he kissed you slowly, one hand holding you by your neck to angle your head to deepen the kiss.
'Gyu had been dreaming of how he would kiss you, but all that was thrown aside the second he realized it wasn't made it up in his head anymore, it was truly happening.
He pulled away slowly, then all at once.
You sat there still with your eyes closed, relishing the moment that when you opened your eyes, you were startled to find him staring at you.
"So, can you start treating me like a man now?" He asked you.
You weren't aware that his hand was still on your neck until he rubbed your cheek with his thumb, you felt the cold of the metal of the rings on his finger.
You nodded, "yes," you breathlessly replied.
He leaned forward, closing into the side of your face, you heard him inhaling so close to your ear, sending a shudder down your spine.
"I have to make sure that you will not do that again," he whispered.
He pressed a wet, tender kiss on the skin behind your ear.
Your eyes fluttered shut, surprised that he could easily find your sensitive spot like that.
His hand moved down the side of your body then down to your lap, where he rested his hand on your knee.
He pressed another lingering kiss on your neck as he slipped his hand under your skirt, rubbing the inside of your thigh.
You jolted on your seat at the bold move that your hand went to put a halt on him, "Beomgyu, I-"
"Let me prove it to you, Noona," he said with a rather soft tone, contrary to his piercing gaze at you.
You knew exactly this was a bad, bad idea. Yet somewhere in the back of your head, no matter how much you try to resist, you always submit to his wishes.
You retracted your hand from him, and he gave you a small smile in victory.
His hand glided down your thigh, closer to where you ached for him. Somehow you felt a sudden embarrassment knowing that you felt so aroused, and it was all because of him.
Beomgyu's eyes followed to where his hand disappeared under your skirt, he couldn't contain his exhilaration as his hand finally landed on your clothed mound.
You watched as his mouth slacked open, the way he heavily breathed through his mouth.
He didn't waste time slipping his fingers underneath the flimsy fabric of your underwear.
Your hand gripped his shoulder in the anticipation of what was coming next.
Beomgyu ran a finger down your slit a few times enough to make you drenched; he pressed his thumb on your clit before finally gently circling your bundle of nerves.
You bit your lower lip, and the fact that he knew his way around your sex made you feel more stimulated.
He began inserting one finger inside you, he moaned at how warm you felt around his finger.
He looked at your relaxed face, "I guess one finger is not enough for you, Noona," he said to you as he withdrew his finger out from you then added another finger.
You gasped at the delightful stretch it gave inside you, squirming on the seat.
He steadily pumped his fingers in and out of you, intently listening to every noise you made, and you decided not to hold yourself back and let him hear how he made you feel from the pleasures he brought to you.
You arched your back, shamelessly grinding on his fingers, and he was more than eager to quicken the pace.
Beomgyu curled his finger inside, eventually finding his way to your g- spot, your toes to curl at the intensified pleasure. He pumped into you a few more time and you finally came on his fingers.
Your head tipped back, reclining on the headrest of the sofa.
You let out heavy pants as the pleasure slowly dissipate. 'Gyu placed a kiss on your cheek,
"Noona, I want you to remember this now," he said with his fingers still inside you.
You winced at how sensitive you were at the slightest of his touch on you.
"That I made you cum with my fingers," he said to you as his foxy eyes stared at you.
He then slowly pulled his fingers out of you, letting you feel that slow drag of his fingers against your wall.
You watched as his fingers coated with your arousal, then without a beat, shoved them into his mouth and his lips closed in around his fingers.
Your cheeks went red at the lewd scene unfolding before your eyes. He let out breathy sigh once his fingers were out of his mouth, swollen and wet with his saliva.
His eyes shifted to you, "I never thought you would taste this sweet, Noona," he said with that sweet smile of his that you couldn't find another word to describe it into but cute.
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