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pretty flower
{frat boy!yuta okkotsu x nerdy f!reader}
summary: yuta okkotsu is the most popular guy to ever exist on your college campusâ president of his frat, throws the biggest parties nearly every week, and is absolutely obsessed and in love with you, his nerdy cutie girlfriend who knows so much about everything and funnily smartens up his dumb frat boy brain, the two of you having been together for a year now and absolutely smitten every moment you spend together. and while the both of you are happy, the rest of your college campus isn'tâ specifically yuta's crowd, as they can't seem to accept he's no longer the man whore sleaze they once knew, opting to creating non-stop gossip about the two of you and yuta's supposed infidelity, absolutely scaring the shit out of him as he tries to get rid of the rumor before it reaches you.
warnings: MDNI. afab!reader, cursing, pet names, angst w/ comfort, FLUFFFF yuta LAUUVS YOUU, mentions of alcohol and drinking, lovesick yuta, sexual themes, SMUUUUTTT, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it y'all), yuta talks you through it MEOOOWWW, missionary, riding, mentions of cheating, dirty talk, inexperienced shy cutie reader, praising, mentions of reader having âpink cheeksâ is only to amplify and over-exaggerate feelings of embarrassment, shyness, and everything in between, and not to be taken literally! this is a work of fiction, and you can imagine many things for yourself :)
word count: 23.3k (TEEHEEEâ)
authors note: ALLL HAAAILLL FRAT BOY!YUTA I LOOVEEE HIMMMM i need him like i need water i am OBSESSEEEDDD!! i hope you guys love the ficcc ahhh !!! <3333 she was such a TREAT to write and i hope y'all are equally obsessed with sir yu like i am !!! I LOVE YOUUUU ALL SO SO MUCH MWAHHHH !!! <333
if you would like to know the origin story of this au, you can read it here! but it can also be read without it :)
yuta okkotsu was a changed man because of you, and his life was entirely different now than it was almost a year ago.
âoh yu! look at this one!â
yuta looked up from the other side of the jellyfish tank, lifting his submerged hand from the lukewarm water and walking over to you, careful not to trickle any residual droplets from his fingertips onto the floor below.
âwhat flower?â he smiled, bending over a bit to see what you were excitedly pointing at.
âitâs a baby...â you spoke softly, your hand slowly delving deeper into the tank and inching closer to the specimen, your index finger out.
âoh thatâs rightâŠâ he murmured, his tone matching the quiet serenity of the exhibit as a whole, inching closer to you and gently bending down to rest his chin on your shoulder.
âwhat kind of jellies are these again?â
âmoon jellyfish!â you turned your head and smiled at him, pecking the side of his forehead. âtheir sting isnât strong enough to penetrate the skin⊠thatâs why itâs safe to pet them.â
he hummed, eyes watching you caress the little baby jellyfish softly with your finger, the rest of them fluttering and pumping about around your wrist as you giggled, the sensation of their soft tentacles tickling you.
âtheyâre cute!â he smiled contently, lifting his head from your shoulder to then dive his nose into your neck, you laughing and squirming at the feeling.
âdo you know any other facts about them baby?â he muffled against your skin.
you simmered down and thought for a moment, your hand moving from the baby jelly over to a bigger one and running your fingers over the top of its headâ the smooth slimy texture fascinating to you as yuta picked his head up to stand upright.
âwhenever theyâre short on food, they can shrink down in size and save their energy that way.â you lifted your arm, little droplets of water sliding down your skin and tattering down quietly to the surface below, your hand drawing back to grip the edge of the tank and looking sweetly at yuta. âso itâs less demand for food and things.â
he stared at you warmly, a literal lovesick stupid smile on his face as he listened to you continue on with your little list of facts about the moon jellies, his ears basically perked up and alert as they drank in everything that you had to tell himâ it being that way ever since your pretty timid self came to one of his frat parties two years ago.
and yuta loved to hear you talk about your interests and the smarty things you knew, that still unchanging and him in absolute wonder every moment he spent with you at how much information your little mind held, and he felt like his idiot num nut brain was funnily smarter now solely due to you.
because yuta before you was an absolute dick, and every time he thought about his former lifestyle he cringed at the stark differenceâ throwing rowdy parties each night as the president of his frat, playing beer pong for the hell of it, and getting shit faced with not an ounce of regret in his system, him sleeping with anyone he wanted and desired, and never even having to lift a finger in efforts at it either until he met you.
but yuta was ashamed.
so incredibly ashamed of his awful habits, and thanking his rotten luck that you gave him another fucking chance after blowing his first meeting with you, him working hard for an entire year straight just to get you to look at him the same way you looked at your friends, and to get you to trust him and win you over despite his awful reputation.
you changed him⊠wholeheartedly and for the better, his reputation no longer of a sleazy good for nothing piece of shit who whored around, but of just yuta okkotsuâ president of his frat, still the most popular guy to ever fucking exist and throwing massive parties every week⊠but of also a guy who loved his girlfriend, a girl that took him off the market with just her presence alone, and a girl he was lucky enough to have by his side despite everything.
but though yutaâs new reputation was flourishing and grand, it didnât mean his old one justâ eradicated and didnât follow him everywhere he went.
everywhere you went.
because it did, and he knew of the whisperings of his past every time he walked you to your lectures in the halls⊠how he had slept with so and so that one time, or how he did this that other time, and he was utterly remorseful over the fact that you had to hear those things too, knowing he wouldnât like it in the slightest if it was the other way around no matter how many times you reassured him that it didnât bother you.
and itâs precisely because of his old reputation that he was terrified of you thinking he was using you in anyway shape or form... that you were just another body count to him and that the minute he got you in bed with him he was going to leaveâ that particular gossip following him everywhere relentlessly and him feeling fucking sick over the thought of you hearing and believing it.
âcan all jellyfish do that?â he asked, lifting a hand and mindlessly playing with a strand of your hair. âshrink in size?â
you shook your head. ânot all! but a few others can too⊠moon jellies are just the best at it.â
he nodded, a content smile still on his face as he hiked up the straps of your purse over his shoulders, holding it for you and gladly doing so while you enjoyed yourself looking through the different informational panels of the exhibitâ the aquarium being one of yours and yutaâs favorite places to go whenever you went out together on dates, the number of times youâd both been there literally irrelevant as it was deemed your designated special spot for the two of you, yuta often taking you there after classes, or randomly throughout the day to spend time with you and love on you-- doing it all amongst the fishies, jellyfish and penguins that you both had come to recognize and name.
âyou having fun flower?â he asked, swinging an arm around your shoulders as you began walking out of the jellyfish exhibit. âyou hungry at all? we could eat really fast before seeing buddy if you want.â
you smiled.
buddy was the penguin you and yuta decided to take âownershipâ of and was the sole reason why the two of you visited the aquarium so much to begin withâ to see the chubby and puffy little penguin that was noticeably friendlier and more interactive than the rest of the flock, and you liked to think that buddy recognized you too every time you guys peered at him through the glass wallsâ your boyfriend always saying that the little furry thing was a part of his frat and second in command.
âoh letâs see buddy now!â you quickly interlaced your fingers with his hand that was around your shoulders, slightly nudging yuta in the direction of the penguin exhibit. âi donât wanna keep him waiting.â
âheh, okay!â yutaâs cheerful breathtaking smile made the heat quickly rise to your cheeks. âand thatâs very true⊠heâll get grumpy like last time.â
you laughed. âiâm pretty sure that was because the staff was a little late on giving him foodâŠâ
âmmmâ donât think so!â you passed through the entrance of the exhibit and turned left, other families and kids staring intently at the different penguin habitats and nurseries as you walked by, majority of the enclosures housing from baby penguins to those who were just learning to grow and take independence. âitâs because he missed us flower.â
you both reached the primary habitat that contained a handful of adult penguins waddling about and jumping from big rock boulders, an ample sized body of ocean water in front that allowed them to go for a swim or splash their little wings if they wished, you and yuta approaching the front and eyes immediately scanning for buddy.
âdo you see him..?â yuta spoke softly, his eyelids squinting over the rocks.
ânuh uhâŠâ you shook your head, peering around and eyeing every penguin in attempts at spotting buddy in particular.
âoh! there! over there!â you speedily pointed to the far left, buddy on his chubby tummy on top of one of the highest boulders in the sanctuary, soaking in the cold icy temperatures of the habitat while taking a nap like a respectable little king, his body softly moving up and down in even breaths.
âreally?! where?â yuta stepped closer to the glass wall, his gaze desperately scanning for buddy and shoulders slumping when he still couldnât spot him. âoh no baby i think i need fucking glassesââ
you giggled, tilting his chin more to the left and pointing to the sleeping bird. âthere silly⊠heâs taking a nap on his belly.â
âoh i see him!â his charming face broke out into a smile. âaw man we came at a bad time then flower⊠he might think we ditched him for the day and be mad at us next time we come back.â
you faltered and visibly frowned at the thought, yuta picking up on it and quickly fixing his demeanor.
âohâ but itâs okay! itâs fine!â he delicately patted the top of your head. âiâm sure heâll forgive us⊠and maybe heâll wake up before we leave?â
âhopefullyâŠâ you sighed softly through your nose, a little grin growing on your lips. âwhat if i justâ start tapping on the glass to wake him up?â
yuta laughed and shook his head. âbaby thatâs something i would do donât do that.âÂ
he brought you in by the arm around your shoulders and squeezed you lovingly into his chest.
âyouâre hanging out with me too muchâŠâ
âwell duh.â you giggled. âis this your way of saying you wanna cut back?ââ
âoh what the!?ââ his eyes whipped in your direction, frantically shaking his head side to side. âiâd actually rather give up my dumb frat position than do that flower.â
you gasped then, jaw running slack.
âyu itâs not dumb, and donât gamble with things like that for me either⊠you work really hard for the status you have and i would hate to be the reason it goes away.â
that was the main concern you had when you first started dating yuta, and shamefully still a concern now actually⊠because throughout the year yuta spent trying to win you over and prove to you that he wasnât a player, hot headed and awful anymore, something that you were so incredibly touched over and impressed about and so fucking happy that he did without you even having to askâ the worry of you being the cause of his depleting reputation because of your status never went away regardless, and it quickly bubbled up in your mind as soon as you saw the disgruntled reactions of his crowd.
and you normally wouldnât care about things like that, the rumors and gossip that took no time at all to surface easily thrown to the back of your head because of yuta⊠for he was everything youâd ever wanted and more as he continued to shower you in that same amount of love, affection, and attention that he gave you when you first had met.
yuta's kind reassurance of the rumors and for you to pay them no mind wasnât entirely necessary to you either, due to the fact that you adored his silly jokes and flamboyant frat boy behavior so much and loved him so much that you simply just didnât need it.
at first.
until you started noticing that yuta never⊠initiated things with you past kissing or making out throughout your first year together.
but itâs not like you ever did eitherâ your frustratingly timid and shy personality never allowed you to even utter a peep of suggestion about it no matter how much you wanted to take things further, though intimate things like that werenât a deal breaker nor was it of great importance to you anyways, as just spending time with him was more than enough and all you wanted and needed⊠exceptâ
youâd seen the way yuta was with girls before you.
so why was it so easy for him to be intimate with them and not withâ you?Â
and they never needed to ask eitherâŠ
âflower?â
âhuh?â you jumped slightly, your eyes shooting up and meeting a concerned faced yuta.Â
âyou okay?â he blinked. âdid you⊠hear what i said?â
âoh! iâm sorry yu i didnâtâŠâ you peered up at him shyly with pinky cheeks, your bashful look spurring his little heart on as he gave you a smile and quickly pecked your forehead.
âthatâs okay! i just said youâd never be the reason for something like that babyâŠâ he smoothed a hand down the back of your hair, mind a little preoccupied by how silky it felt. âand i donât care if it goes away either. also buddyâs awake.â
you perked up, eyes immediately darting to his former sleeping place and seeing him now fluttering his furry wings, gradually stretching and moving his little limbs before hopping down from his rock and waddling, both you and yuta funnily gushing and waving your arms around to try and catch the birds attention, yet undoubtedly looking absolutely insane to the rest of the guests around you as you both hopped and flailed around.
âbuddy!â yuta whisper-yelled. âhey! look look!â
you giggled as he jumped up and down then with floundering arms, his car keys that were hooked through his belt loop jingling with every hop along with the charms on your purse, your hand flying to your mouth then to stifle your laughter once you noticed the odd stares parents were shooting at him as they passed by, their gawking children clinging to their coats and sleeves.
âyu!â you spoke in between hiccups of laughter. âi thinkâ youâre scaring the kidsââ
âoh!ââ he froze, hands still up in the air as he looked side to side over his shoulders, a sheepish smile creeping on his face once he realized that he was in fact eliciting bewildered glances and judgmental stares, his arms coming down immediately after as he peeked over at you with blushing cheeks.
âoh man...â he laughed, completely fucking embarrassed and scratching the back of his neck. âhow much of a stupid idiot did i just look right nowâŠâ
you quickly shook your head and giggled some more, standing up on your tippy toes to plant a sweet kiss to his rosy cheek.
âi was doing the same thing yu itâs okay!â you cutely smiled, your eyes switching back to the habitat in front of you, pointing. âit got buddyâs attention though!â
the chubby bird excitedly flapped its wings before trodding over to where the both of you stood, you gushing and cooing as he hopped over pebbles and moved through other stubby penguins just to get where the two of you stood behind the barrier, the penguin tilting its little head to and fro in curiosity as he peered at you both.
âhey little man!â yuta grinned, bending down a bit and placing his palm flat on the glass, you doing the same as you leaned closer to get a better look at the bird. âyou okay?â
you sent a tiny wave to the penguin, him flapping out his wings again in return and waddling even closer to the glass, you softly gasping and head snapping up to your boyfriend.
âi thinkââ your wide eyes shifted back to buddy. âi think he does recognize usâŠâ
âthatâs what iâve been saying flower!â yuta laughed boyishly, swinging an arm over to place a hand on your waist, giving it an affectionate squeeze. âi know iâm a dummy dumb but never about buddy.â
you snorted and gently nudged his side with your shoulder. âyouâre not a dummy dumb baby donât be silly.â
âkay!â yuta funnily cheesed, leaning down to press a quick peck to your cheek before turning his attention back to buddy, the penguin oddly now excessively fluttering its wings and puffing up its chest over your interaction, honking and squawking more than usual as it waddled over to your side now instead of yutaâs.
âwhaââ your boyfriend gawked, eyes narrowing at buddy. âwhat i canât kiss my girlfriend? why not?â
buddy honked again and hopped in place on its little feet, yutaâs eyes only growing further into slits.
âwhat?â you giggled. âwhatâs wroâ mpf!â
he cupped your cheeks and mushed your lips with his, buddy letting out a loud string of honks and squawking through the other side of the glass as yuta basically tongued you down, your cheeks instantly heating up at the random raunchy display of public affection.
he came off your lips with a smack and looked to the penguin again, his eyes then widening at the distressed state buddy was presumably in, jaw hanging open and frantic gaze switching to yours.
âbuddy wants my girlfriendâŠâÂ
âhuh?!â you laughed. âyu heâsââ
âyou think iâm gonna let you in my frat now little man?â yuta let your face go and threw his hands up. âyou were my second in command!â
âbaby heâs a penguin what are you on aboutââ
âyeah a penguin that wants my girlfriend.â he mumbled, crossing his arms and bitterly looking off to the side. âi feel betrayed.â
you giggled, cheeks buzzing and pink as you reached up and patted the top of his head.
âcâmon yu letâs go itâs okay.â you interlaced your fingers with his and gently tugged him with you. âletâs go get something to eatââ
yuta pointed to buddy as you pulled him away.
âyouâre out of the frat.â
âyuta!â
âwhat?!â
a total of ten more minutes was spent of you trying to drag him out of the exhibit and him still picking a fightâ yuta in utter disbelief that buddy backstabbed him and wanted the same woman he did, him sulking and muttering the entire way to the sandwich shop to pick up lunch, you laughing at his silly behavior as you led him through the aquarium corridors and pathways to go to the flower exhibit, that being yours and yutaâs usual munching spot ever since you first came to the aquarium at the start of your relationship.
and although visiting the aquarium was something you both always didâ specifically on a weekly basis and multiple times throughout it⊠the two of you loved it, especially yuta, for he was content in doing absolutely anything with you just so long as you were having fun and happy and with him, your regular endeavors of touching jellyfish, seeing buddy (even though he was currently on probation), and buying lunch at the usual deli spot next to the aquarium was something he loved and floored over just like you did, a thing he looked forward to everyday and unabashedly texted you constantly to see if you were up for another trip to your little usual spot.
but thatâs precisely how yuta neglected to see how he was unawarely making you second guess yourselfâ your needs, because due to the fact that he was the happiest man alive by just your presence alone and didnât need anything else, he failed to catch your disappointed frowns or taken aback blinking eyes when he rejected your shy little advances at a little something more than just a smoochie smooch, advances that were so humiliatingly tiny and fleeting that you never blamed him for missing them in the first place, and only blamed yourself for not being more obvious, frustrated for being upset over something like intimacy when it shouldnât be on your mind as much as it was.
âdid you want the same thing baby?â yuta asked, speaking over his shoulder with a little smile as you stood behind him. âor something different?â
âthe same thing is fine!â you sweetly replied. âoh! but can i do curly fries with it instead of chips? if thatâs okay?â
yuta laughed at your apprehensiveness, placing a hand on the back of your head and bringing you in to press a kiss to your forehead, fingers carding gently through your hair after.
âyou donât have to ask like that flower you know that.â he grinned, his hand moving from your hair to the side of your face, thumb softly caressing your pretty cheek. âwhatever you need is always okay.â
you blushed, lips pursing shyly to the side as you nodded and thanked him gratefully, yuta shining another kind smile your way before dropping his hand and stepping forward to the cash register to order and payâ two delicious and stuffed deli sandwiches with chosen sides ready at the pick up counter within minutes.
the bag of food crinkled underneath yutaâs arm as he held it up against his chest, the other extending an offering hand out for you that you quickly took in response, the both of you leaving the deli shop and blissfully walking the familiar path towards the flower exhibit like muscle memory.
âlet me have my bag yu, i feel bad that youâre carrying all of that yourselfâŠâ you spoke worriedly, arm already lifting for the strap on his shoulder.
âiâm alright!â he chirped, shoulder purposely moving away from your trying grasp as you passed through the entrance of the greenhouseâ the complex fumigated with lovely mixtures of different floral scents that filled your nostrils as you walked through. âdonât worry flower itâs fine.â
you quirked a brow, a defiant hand reaching out for your bag anyways but it only met with yuta jerking his shoulder away from you again.
âyu!â you laughed, both hands now reaching out repeatedly and him playfully dodging every attempt you made, cute boyish snickers slipping past his lips as he moved quickly to avoid your grabbing fingers. âplease youâve been carrying it all day let me help youââ
yuta swiveled away from you and turned, him walking backwards as your purse jingled on the other side of him and unreachable from where you stood.
ânope!â he shook his head side to side. âbut thank you baby! youâre sweet.â
you shot him a lighthearted glare.
âiâll leave you for buddy if you donât give me my purseââ
his jaw dramatically dropped and you giggled, a scoff leaving his open mouth as his eyes narrowed.
ânow heâs done it.â you both stopped at your usual spotâ a pretty little emerald green bench that sat underneath various potted voluminous flowers, hanging from the ceiling from chains and providing cooling shade from the slight sunny warmth of the greenhouse. âheâs gone behind my back and wooed you.â
you laughed, taking a seat with him as he set the bag of food in between the two of you.
âhe âwooedâ me ever since we first met him silly.â you teased, reaching inside the bag and pulling out yutaâs sandwich, unraveling it from itâs wrapping for him before carefully passing it over. âheâs a cutie.â
he pouted, taking his food and setting it down on his lap. âand you donât think i am?â
your cheeks heated at the cute face he was making, grabbing your own sandwich and unfolding the wrapping.
âbuddyâs not president of a frat.â yuta spoke through a mouthful of his deli. âbuddy didnât try to win you over for a year straight. i did.â
you giggled, resting your head on his shoulder as you plopped a curly fry in your mouth.
âthatâs very true.â you hummed. âbut buddy did try to share his lunch with me that one time, remember? his fishy?â
yuta swallowed, looking down at you then and smiling fondly.
âyouâre right he did.â he craned his neck and took the curly fry you were offering for him in between his teeth, chewing after. âi canât compete with that can i?â
ânuh uh.â you grinned. âsorry yu! maybe if you give me a fish of your own iâll reconsider hehe.â
he laughed loudly and kissed the top of your head.
âi can do that!â he spoke smugly. âshit iâll give you five fish instead of just one. i bet buddy canât do that.â
you giggled again and lifted your head up from his shoulder, carefully grabbing your deli and taking a bite out of it, plopping another curly fry into your mouth after to chew simultaneously.
âdeal!â you chirped. âiâll be waiting for my five fishies then.â
âbut do i get something in return?â he smiled brightly, the suggestive tone in his voice making your face heat up and your heart simmer up with hope, you gnawing on the inside of your cheek as you tried to fucking calm yourself and not jump to conclusions.
âlike what?â you asked, ever so cutely tilting your head to the side that it made yutaâs cheeks heat up.
âlikeeeeâŠâ he looked up in giddy thought. âlike youââ
a blaring ring cut through the tranquil atmosphere of the greenhouse, yuta dropping his sandwich on his lap and huffing as he dug through his pockets for his phone, him pulling it out and checking the caller i.d. before rolling his eyes and setting his sandwich down on the open bench space next to him, standing.
âiâm sorry baby itâs one of the guysâŠâ he sighed, slight agitation in his chest as he diverted his attention to your pretty face. âiâm just gonna check what he wants really quick⊠is that okay?â
you frantically nodded and waved him off. âyes! yes yu thatâs totally okay donât worry! take your time.â
he gave you a soft smile, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your cheek, stepping away.
âiâll be back!â he called over his shoulder as he walked, quickly answering the call after and pressing the phone to his ear, striding a short distance away from you.
âwhat man?âÂ
you laughed at his grumbling as you heard it from afar, you already used to him frequently taking calls from the boys in his frat about upcoming events, expenses and member behaviorsâ not minding one single bit every time he had to step away for a moment to take care of issues, because you knew and wholeheartedly understood that his role was the most prestigious and demanding responsibility in his life at the moment, your heart warming at how apologetic he was each time he was forced to take a call⊠and you more worried about him and how stressed out he must be about having to basically babysit and watch over 35 different men and take care of their fuck ups.
âoh my godâŠâ you heard him mumble, taking a bite out of your sandwich as you curiously listened in on the call. âwhy would he do that?â
your brows slightly furrowed in concern, a little anxious as you watched the way he rubbed a hand over his forehead exhaustedly.
âthis is the second time heâs done this and iâm gonna get marked for his stupid shit again.â
marked?
youâd heard yuta use that phrase before⊠but the logistics of it you still didnât really get nor remember clearly from what he had told you previously, the only thing you could really recall was that heâd already been marked once in the past.
he heavily sighed.
âno⊠noâ tell him heâs banned from leaving the frat until i get there later tonight iâm serious. he canât leave.â
yuta slowly started making his way back over to you, his eyes to the ground as he held the phone up against his ear.
âalright⊠thanks for calling. make an announcement to the rest of the boys that iâm holding a meeting when i get there please.â
you heard him bid his final goodbyeâs before hanging up the phone, him stuffing it back in his pocket and lifting his other hand, scratching the back of his neck in irritating thought as you watched him come over, wide eyed.
âwhat happened?â you asked softly, gaze following him closely as he slumped down next to you on the bench with crossed arms, his brows pinched together.
âhm?â his eyes flickered to yours. âoh nothing flower⊠the VP just called me about some frat stuff.â
he made it seem like it was nothing, but the bouncing of his knee and the way he used his index finger to pick at the skin around the nail of his thumb⊠told you otherwise.
âyuâŠâ
âyeah?â
you reached over and untangled his crossed arms, gently taking the hand he was picking at in yours to stop him from doing it, an anxious expression on your face.
âwhat does marked mean? and whoâs banned from leaving the frat?â
an amused smile slowly spread across his lips, his grip on your hand tightening earnestly.
âyou being nosy baby?âÂ
you blushed.
âsorry!â you blurted. âi didnât mean to⊠you just looked really upset so i got worried.â
he shook his head, bringing your interlocked hands up to kiss the back of yours.
âiâm just teasing flower itâs okay.â he spoke quietly, a weird far-off look to his eyes as he stared down at your hands, the gnawing feeling in your chest only growing the longer he sat there without saying anything to youâ a pinch between his brows.
âwhatâs wrong?â you tenderly squeezed his hand. âare the guys okay?â
âtheyâre being baboons.â he heavily exhaled, annoyed. âdo you remember toma?â
âtoma?â you tilted your head. âthe one who started a fight with that other frat?â
âyeah, him.â he picked a curly fry from the food on your lap and took a bite. âhe went back to their house with a few other guys and threw bricks at their windows.â
you gasped.
âand they lit off a firework inside.â
a hand flew over your mouth, your eyes blown fucking wide as yuta continued to irritably shove curly fries in his mouth.
âand the fucked up part is, is that iâm gonna be the one that eats shit from it by administration.â he continued, swallowing and bitterly shaking his head. âi really shouldnât have let toma off easy from last timeâŠâ
âbut why would you get in trouble yu?â you asked. âyou didnât do anything it was toma.â
he looked at you a little sadly, but more stressed out than anything.
âbecause iâm president babyâŠâ he let go of your hand and picked up his sandwich. âiâm responsible for whatever they do and go down with them if they mess up. thatâs what being marked means.â
you frowned, feeling totally annoyed at toma for being such a selfish stupid idiot for what he did, but feeling more agitated over the fact that yuta always seemed to get the short end of the stick when it came to their mishaps just because he was president, when all heâs ever actually done for the frat is keep them out of trouble and amicably successful, itâs level of popularity and recognition one the previous president failed at as yuta had thousands of applications each year with new brothers trying to enroll.
âtomaâs a freshman so⊠i get it, butââ he took a small bite of his sandwich and spoke through a mouthful. âheâs fucking stupid.â
you giggled softly, leaning back on the bench and crossing your arms before speaking.
âwhatâs gonna happen with you and administration?âÂ
âdepends on how much that other frat complains.â he swallowed. âitâs destruction of property and basically almost killing someone with that firework⊠so i could be expelled. and toma.â
you froze, your head whipping in his direction and you baffled at the way yuta continued to chow down on his sandwich like he didnât just say something like that.
âare you kidding me?â you breathed out. âexpulsion?â
âthat or i lose my position.âÂ
and yuta still didnât show any signs of fear or anger as he stole more curly fries from your lap⊠but you on the other hand⊠were freaking the fuck out.
âyu oh my godââ you placed an exasperated hand over your forehead, chest ragged as you thought of all of the things yuta could lose when he worked so fucking hard to get them throughout his entire college career.Â
âthereâ there has to be some kind of appeal we can do maybeâ maybe if we get the rest of your guys to back you up it could be just toma getting expelled orââ
yuta slowed his chewing and looked your way, an expression of endearment crossing his face over how much you cared about him and his life, a little laugh escaping past his lips.
âitâs okay flower⊠donât worry.â he reached up and placed a flat hand on top of your head. âiâm on good terms with administration so they wonât do anything like that.â
âhow do you know though?â you murmured, eyes falling to your lap. âtoma committed a crime yuta. i donât think theyâll let you guys off that easy.â
his hand slid from your head down to cup under your jaw, gently lifting your face to look at him.
âiâll handle it⊠okay?â he pushed softly. âdonât stress yourself over my frat stuff baby itâs not good for you.â
he leaned and placed a cute peck to your lips, letting your jaw go after and smiling at the blush on your cheeks.
âthe most theyâll do is put us both on social probation or give us a warning⊠but either way iâm personally putting toma on social probation for being a fucking airhead.â
âsocial probation?â you softly spoke. âwhatâs that?â
yuta felt a sense of pride for himself every time you asked him about specifics on frat boy terms or rules, it being the only thing that he could really teach you and help you learn as he was a dummy dumb and didnât know much about anything else, a complete contrast from your smarts and knowledge that he loved to drink up any time you told him special facts, or explained to him things he didnât get (and would sometimes pretend he did when he actually didnât to save himself the embarrassmentâŠ).
so whenever the opportunity came up of your sweet shy voice asking him about his fraternity? he was absolutely floored.
âwe basically canât host parties or events for some time.â he explained. âi try my best to never land our frat in social probation because it fucks up our relevancy⊠we basically go dead for a bit and other frats or sororities forget about us until we host the next event.â
âwhat?!â thatâs bad tooo!â you whined, a hand flying over your forehead again as your brain tried to come up with ways to avoid this in addition to the potential expulsion, yuta only laughing and wrapping a hand around your lifted wrist.
âbaby noâ itâs okay!â he spoke between giggles, lowering your arm. âits really not that bad⊠i want social probation.â
âwhy the hell would you want that?â you pouted.
âbecause i get to spend more time with you.â he grinned, a big and shiny one too as he quickly smooched your cute cheek and leaned back on the bench, shoving the rest of his sandwich in his mouth. âi wonât have to spend time organizing parties or events and instead hang out with you flower.â
your heart fluttered on fucking overdrive in your chest, you shyly looking away then and mirroring him by leaning back on the bench, a silly smile on your face.
âmore time to visit buddy too?â
âno.â he spoke firmly, and you giggled. âi put buddy on social probation we canât go see him.â
you giggled some more with a hand over your mouth, yuta looking at you with hearts in his eyes as his ears greedily swallowed down your precious laughter to commit to memory, him reminded once again of how much of a sweetheart you wereâ but also of how easy it was for a man like him to lose you entirely because of his social stance and the people that he was surrounded with.
and at the thought of that, yuta subconsciously reached over and wrapped his arms around your waist, slowly pulling you snug and flush against his body as his insecurities overtook his thoughts for a moment.
âyu?â you snaked your arms around his neck and embraced him back, your brows furrowing. âare you okay? whatâs wrong?â
âiâm fine.â he replied simply, but his hold on you only tightened.
you frowned.Â
âare you finally worried about what administrationâs gonna do?â
he snorted and shook his head against your shoulder.Â
âfuck no.â he pulled back just enough to plant a kiss on your forehead. âi donât care what they do flower⊠and you shouldnât either okay?â
he was worried about driving you away.
and it wasnât too often when his mind drifted to the thought, but it happened often enough that it sometimes kept him up at night on particularly bad days, and especially when he happened to catch another rumor about either of you that made him hope with everything he had that you didnât end up catching it too.
but you always did. and you kept it to yourself that you did.
but funnily enough, it was like you and yuta were sitting pretty on a see saw and the stupid metal thing switched positions to you being the one at the top instead of himâ you now lost in your thoughts as he remained grounded and okay, driving you home at the end of the day after your aquarium date with your hands folded tightly over your lap, silent as the quiet murmur of his car radio filled the air.
maybe if you justâ sort of made a move now⊠yuta would get the hint? and maybe something intimate would finally happen? ⊠maybe?
you anxiously gnawed at your bottom lip and stared out the window, swallowing down your nerves as you tried to come up with a way to instill something steamier between the two of you for the time being, and a way that wasnât out of your comfort zone either as you were too pathetically shy to try something obvious.
but you knew that either way⊠you had to justâ attempt it.
âoh! your parents arenât home baby.â
you snapped out of your thoughts and looked up, your parents car sure enough not in the driveway as yuta pulled in, your heart hammering in your rib cage as you took that as a definitive sign to initiate something with him in the best way you knew how.
âdo you wannaâŠâ you pursed your lips. âdo you wanna come in? for a little bit?â
he unknowingly beamed and nodded. âyeah! i do flower.â
you let out a nervous breath and nodded, hands shakily opening the passenger side door and you both stepping out of the car, shutting them behind you before beginning to walk up the path to your front door, you getting your keys out to unlock it and pushing it open once you did.
yuta had been to your house plenty of times before already, but your parents were always home.
this is the first time he was over where they werenât.
âdo you want something to drink?â you asked sweetly, him walking over and plopping down on your living room couch. âlike⊠like soda? or beer? i think my dad just bought a packââ
âoh no itâs okay!â he patted the spot next to him. âjust sit with me baby.â
butterflies swarmed in your stomach as you nodded, nervously walking to the couch then and sitting down next to him.
âdo you have a lot of homework for tonight?â yuta gently placed an arm around your shoulders. âi wonât stay too long if you do so you can do it.â
you quickly shook your head.
âno! no i donât have any. you can stay as long as you want.â
he grinned.
âsweet!â
his handsome face sent another wave of nerves and need through your body as you breathed in deeply through your nose, your hands going cold over how anxious you were.
âtomorrow we shouldââ
you grabbed his face and brought him down, shoving your lips to his and cutting him off as his eyes blew wide, his cheeks immediately growing a bright shade of red while you kissed him in such a way that youâve never ever done before, yutaâs palms quickly clamming up as he tried to simmer down the nasty thoughts that flew through his mind then.
why did he always have to be such a whore?
your hands slid down and around his neck before he even had time to think, his flying to your waist as smooching wet noises from your moving lips only fueled the fire and had him breathing erratically, knowing he was so fucking fucked if he didnât put an end to this now.
âflowerââ
you muffled his attempt with your god sent kisses, the way you were so aggressive with it shooting blood straight to his cock and causing him to completely miss the way you pulled him on top of you down on the couch, your pretty plush thighs around his waist making him choke against your mouth and force himself off of you without another second.
âwâwhat?â you drew your hands back against your chest, fearing that you did something wrong as he stared down at you with swollen lips and a heaving chest, his back upright.
âiââ he wiped his wet mouth with the back of his hand, shaking his head and trying to look at anything but the sight of you under him and the way your legs were spread around him.
ânothing! heh!â he laughed nervously, bashfully scratching the back of his neck as he moved away and created distance between you both, failing at catching the hurt flashing through your eyes.
you felt like you did something wrong.
âsâsorry if i squished you orââ
âno!â he blurted. âno you didnât. itâs okay.â
then what?
you shyly tried to lean in again to continue, when yuta suddenly sprang up from the couch and stepped back, the abruptness of it making you flinch and stare at him wide eyed.
yuta needed to take a breather now before he ended up stripping you naked andâ and hurting youâŠ
but unaware of the fact that he already did.
âiâm gonnaââ he struggled. âiâm gonna call one of the guys.â
what?
âiâll be outside.â
âyuââ
he hastily walked to the front door and opened it before he stepped out, quickly closing it behind him and cutting you off, leaving you dumbfounded as you slowly sat up in silence and thinking you had done something wrong⊠you were sure of it.
horrifying embarrassment flooded your entire being then as you tried to blink back tears, feeling like a total loser and awful that you didnât know how to properly initiate anything with him, you growing a little sick over the fleeting reminder of his past rendezvous and other girls doing it so successfully⊠that you were ashamed of yourself for being unable to do something as simple as fucking make out with him.
you quickly wiped the little tears that managed to slip from your eyes and stood, unsure if you even wanted to see him now because of your pathetic mess up, your desperate gaze searching around the kitchen for something to do to take your mind off of it as you walked over, your line of sight landing on the small pile of dishes left by your parents and you immediately going towards the sinkâ turning the faucet on.
a couple of more minutes passed before you eventually heard the front door open and click shut, your heart rate fucking escalating and feeling mortified again as footsteps came up from behind you, your eyes literally gorilla glued down to the dishes you were washing.
âthe boys are killing each other right now.â yuta sighed, leaning against the counter next to you with his arms crossed. âthe VP told me theyâre divided in half trying to see if they should kill toma or not.â
you laughed softly, rinsing off a small glass cup under the running warm water and thankful that your hair was blocking your view of him.
âi thought they would all want to kill him for what he did.â you spoke.
âmost of them do!â he slid closer. âbut some of them think itâs funny⊠and the others are losing it over landing in social probation.â
you hummed, setting each rinsed off dish carefully on the rack next to you as you went.
âwhat about toma? do you know if he regretsââ
you stiffened at the feeling of yuta taking your hair in between his fingers and gently pulling back, brushing it behind your ear as you finally made eye contact with him, yuta shooting you a breathtaking smileâ one that was so fucking contagious that you couldnât help but reciprocate.
âsorry baby⊠i didnât mean to cut you off.â he leaned back and crossed his arms again. âi couldnât see you.â
you shook your head, standing on your tippy toes and pressing a sweet kiss to his cheek.
âno itâs okay!â
yuta had the power of having anyone and anything on their knees and at his feet with simply just a look of his godly face, and whether he knew it or not you werenât sure ofâ only that the population of anyone and anything included you as well, for the minute he smiled at you in the way that he always did, you forgot entirely the shame and embarrassment you were shitting yourself over from the events prior.
though yuta did knowâŠ. heâd always known. but he stopped giving a fuck about it from the moment he met youâ the only person he wanted by his side and the only opinion he cared about and strove to please, completely disregarding anyone else and putting you first above anything in his life, including his fraternity, him never listening when you fought him about it and told him he shouldnât do that, because he felt as if he definitely should.
always and without fail.
âi feel bad keeping you here though if theyâre having a full blown melt down over there...â you smiled sheepishly. âyou should be there with them yu.â
he pouted.
âbut what if i said i didnât want to?â he quipped, tilting his head. âhm?â
you shot him a look, and he sighed, shoulders dropping.
âi knowâŠâ he took a step towards you and swung his arms around your shoulders from behind, mushing his cheek against the side of your head as you continued to wash dishes. âthe VP was literally crying on the fucking phone and i couldnât hear him well over the yelling in the back.â
you laughed, picturing the silly vision of a bunch of frat boys arguing and fighting over not being able to throw parties or go to events for a while, it probably seeming like the end of the world for them if theyâre not able to interact with other sorority girls, and living instead on what felt like a dead deserted island devoid of alcohol and beer pong until yuta came to be the saving grace and lift their violations.
drying your hands on a nearby kitchen towel, you turned around in yutaâs hold and gave him a cute smile.
âgo baby.â you pushed softly. âthey need their papa.â
he playfully rolled his eyes.
âtheyâre full grown men and yet i still have to teach some of them how to do their laundry.â
you quirked a brow.
âdidnât i show you how to do that?â
ââŠno.â
you burst out laughing again at the embarrassed and flushed look on his face, his eyes darting away from yours and looking off to the side.
you craned your neck to kiss the tip of his pink nose and grinned, his gaze shifting back to you with a slow smile spreading across his lips.
âiâll see you tomorrow.â you spoke gently. âand keep me updated on what happens when you get there okay?â
âmkay.â he loosened his hold on you and stepped a bit back, you affectionately squeezing his side as he did. âiâll call you tonight if i make it out alive.â
you giggled, nodding as he released you entirely and began walking over to your front door, you following closely behind and opening it for him once you both got there.
âbye flower!â he leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to your lips. âi love you.â
you shyly smiled and leaned against the side of the door as he stepped out.Â
âi love you too yuuuu.â
he stopped and turned his head to look at you from over his shoulder, sheepishly pursing his lips.
âcan i just stayââ
âno!â you laughed, extending an arm and gently nudging him away by the shoulder. âgo sillyâŠ. your fratâs gonna end up in flames if you donât.â
yuta chuckled, knowing you were funnily actually correct and not over exaggerating in the slightest, the two of you well aware that his fraternity brothers had the tendency to be a bunch of reckless morons if he wasnât there to guide them or make sure they werenât stepping over the line.
and sometimes⊠(almost always though), he wished he could stop everyone in his damn college campus from stepping over the line like he could with his frat guys, their ridiculous and ludicrous rumors about his relationship with you never failing to set him off and make him anxious that youâll worry your precious mind over it and believe them.
yuta tried to keep you away from that as much as he possibly could.
anytime you both took strolls throughout campus, or decided to visit that nice little student run bakery that you loved so much every morning, if he ever saw someoneâ anyone that was in his circle, that he knew for a fact had insinuated those rumors, or if they simply just had a nasty fucking attitude and he didnât want you to get caught in the middle of it, he would gently steer you the other way with a hand around your shoulders and a loving little smile on his face, shielding you from a world of undeserving popularity, dishonesty, and calculated disingenuous foolery that only served to benefit the wrong people.
and yet still⊠all of that was his world after all.
and yuta couldnât shield you from everything.
âwho? yuta okkotsu?â
your ears perked up, gaze flickering from your notebook up to the two girls that sat in front of you during your afternoon lecture, pencil stilling in your hand.
âyeah him! the one that got with layla a while back.â
layla?
you pursed your lips in distaste, sighing a little through your nose and shifting your attention back to your notes, feeling a little silly for being bitter over a girl yuta got with before you.
but he got with her nonetheless⊠something he still hadnât done with you.
âoh to be herâŠâ one of them sadly sighed. âi would give anything to get dicked down by him.â
your jaw silently dropped, not knowing whether you should be bothered by that statement or laugh.
âi heard he has a girlfriend now though.â the other spoke.
âhah?! who?â
âdunno.â she shrugged. âsomeone told me itâs some nerdy girl thatâs in the same year as him. sheâs really easy to miss.â
you internally rolled your eyes and lightly pushed your notebook to the side, deciding to divert your attention towards your laptop screen instead.
âyouâre fucking joking right?â
ânope!â
âthatâs such a waste.â she expressed. âwhy would he be with that when he could be with layla? everybody wants layla shitâ even i want layla sometimes.â
âyouâre such a bitch!â her other friend cackled and smacked her arm. âbut no yeah⊠i give it a year max. i heard he doesnât whore around anymore, but considering how long he chased after me for a quick fuck? thereâs no way heâs suddenly justâ a saint.â
âdo you regret rejecting him?âÂ
âyes oh my godâ i was trying to be mysterious and different but he ended up just fucking someone else that same nightââ
you hadnât noticed how hard you were gripping your pencil until a cramping pain shot through your knuckles, you instantly relaxing and setting it softly off to the side.
âfuck! you know what?â one of them jumped up excitedly. âi actually heard heâs still seeing layla!â
the other gasped. âyouâre lying!â
âno iâm not i swear!â she snatched her phone from the desk and frantically typed away. ârickyâ you know ricky? he said one of laylaâs close friends spilled that they talk so much and meet up sometimes to fuckââ
âstooop his poor girlfriend! oh my god someone needs to tell herââ
you slammed your laptop shut and stood, you never one to skip out on lectures or leave early but not giving a single fuck at the moment as you packed up, physically unable to hear anything else and feeling straight up nauseous at everything they were saying, drowning out the rest of their rambling as you swung your bag over your shoulder and pushed your chair in, walking out of class and leaving your lecture hall as a whole.
theyâre just rumors.
theyâre just two bitches with nothing better to do and were weirdly obsessed with your boyfriend's personal business.
yuta would never do that to youâŠ
but was heâ was he that obsessed with layla before you? and did he seriously fuck around with every girl he could possibly get his hands on?
so what was so different about you? his actual girlfriend?
âflower?â
you stiffened, eyes snapping up from the floor and landing on a surprised looking yuta, waiting for you by your class like he always did.
âyouâre out of class already?â he tapped on his phone to wake it up. âit doesnât end for another thirty minutes i was gonna go get my car from the parking lot to get youââ
you hated yourself for feeling like he was the last person you wanted to see⊠but you just couldnât help it.
âi left.â
your simple quiet reply took him a bit off guard.
âyou left?â he tilted his head. âbut you never leave class early⊠are you feeling a little rebellious today baby?â
he smiled big and expected a pretty giggle from you at his teasing thenâ but he got nothing.
your face was still stoic, and with a small pinch in between your brows.
âmhm.â
his smile wavered.
âoâokayâŠâ he put his phone back in his pocket. âwellâ the boys are organizing for our fundraising event⊠and iâ i was gonna ask if you could help me with our booth banner and decorations baby? everything we made looks like chicken scratch and you have pretty handwritingâŠâ
your heart clenched so fucking hard in your chest, wanting to say yes with everything in you, but the annoying stupid gossip from earlier soliciting bitter jealousy in your mind that unfortunately overpowered everything else.
âiâm sorry yuâŠâ you mumbled, eyes looking away. âi donât feel that great today so iâm just gonna go home. iâll help tomorrow though if thatâs alright.â
âohâ you donât feel good?â yuta frowned, stepping closer. âwhatâs wrong?â
yuta caught the way you took a step back, and he blinked.
âi just feel nauseous is all.â you weakly smiled. âiâm gonna go home for the day and hopefully feel better in the morning.â
you felt nauseous?
âwhat did you eat today? let me take you to get some medsââÂ
he tried to place a soothing hand on your back, but the way you moved away from him again set off a thousand blaring alarms in his head.
âiâitâs okay!â you stammered, hugging yourself and starting to walk in the opposite direction towards the parking lot. âiâm just gonna head home yu iâll text youââ
âflower waitââ
yuta quickly caught your hand, his eyes flooded in absolute worry and confusion as he looked at you.
you were never like this with him.
andâ and any time you were sick you always wanted to be with him to let him take care of you.
âwhat yu?â you mumbled, your sad gaze finally dragging up to look at him in the eyes.
âbaby whatâs wrong?â he asked softly. âi feel like itâs something else.â
you bit down on the inside of your cheek.
âi just feel nauseous.â
âwell then come to my frat okay? you canâ you can take a nap in my room and i think i have some nausea meds somewhereââ
his grip on your hand tightened a little.
âor maybe we can take a walk somewhere and thatâll help? like at the aquarium? we can visit buddyââ
yutaâs frantic blubbering to try to get you to stay with him sent a shooting pang of guilt through your chest, it breaking you from that weird and awful headspace you were in as your eyes softened.
you shamefully realized then that it really wasnât fair you were treating him like this⊠especially because he quite literally didnât do anything at allâ you feeling silly and awful that you rejected his advances and were off with him when all he was trying to do was help you feel better.
the rumors and gossip was something that was completely out of his control⊠and you shouldnât punish him for that.
you took a small step forward then, giving him a tiny hesitant smile.
âwe can⊠go to your frat yu.â
he perked up.
âyeah?âÂ
âyeah.â
you timidly reached up and softly slid your arms around his neck, yuta immediately responding by pulling your body snug against his with a squeeze, relieved that you agreed to come home with him and that you were letting him touch you againâ pecking the side of your head before letting go and gently leading you to his car.
but the tight feeling in his chest didnât go away.
it was nagging at him, and annoyingly so as he tried to dumb down his stupid insecurities and not overthink on the drive to his frat house, trying to settle himself with the reasoning you had told him and trying not to think about the way you kept dodging his hands, that you were just a little sick is allâŠ
so thenâ why had you looked so upset?
and yutaâs turmoil only grew once he started to juggle the possibility of it being not something you felt, but something you heard.
a rumor.
âa woman! yuta brought a woman!â
âitâs y/n idiot.â yuta shot back to one of his frat brothers, sending you a playful eye roll as he closed the door behind you upon arrival.
âoh it is! hiii yyy/nnnn!â a different one spoke up, a handful of them huddled over a large table in the dining room with a sheet of white poster paper laying in the middle.
âhiii.â you shyly spoke, a sweet polite smile on your face that yuta swooned over as he placed an arm around your shoulders, leading you to the table.
âwhat theââ yutaâs eyes squinted over the poster paper as you slapped a hand over your mouth, stifling a laugh and your eyes darting over how horrid the layout design of the banner was for their fundraising event, your boyfriend not exaggerating in the slightest when he said it looked like chicken scratch.
men.
âhow did you guys manage to make it worse?!â yuta exclaimed, loudly laughing as he leaned over the table and pointed at specific weird smudges and drawings. âi was only gone for an hour!â
you giggled and leaned over with him, some of the boys making room for you so you could properly take a peek at their so-called vigorous work, your amused eyes gazing over the messily painted bold black lettering and the odd random drawings of smiley faces and money.
yuta burst out laughing again.
âwho the fuck drew this?!â he pointed to a specific drawing of a weirdly shaped stick man holding a tray of cookies, the smile on its face so cartoonishly huge and toothy that you had to bite down hard on your bottom lip to prevent yourself from laughing, not wanting to offend whoever it was that drew it.
âit was toma!â someone from the crowd spoke up.
âtoma?!â yuta shook his head incredulously, scanning the faces of his brothers until they landed on an annoyingly familiar pair of eyesâ the culprit hiding behind a few other guys and snickering.
âwhat?!â toma whined, stepping through the boys and crossing his arms. âi was trying to help out.â
this was the first time youâd properly seen toma up close (and meeting him altogether actually), you not particularly accustomed to him yet like the other guys since he was a freshman, him having just come in for the year and you not really knowing much about him besides from the stories yutaâs told you, your recollections of the shit heâs done and said making it obvious that toma was rowdy and reckless in nature.
âwith that?â yuta laughed again. âwhyâs the mouth bigger than its own head?â
âbecause heâs happy.â toma shrugged, a playful little curl to his lips. âheâs just so jolly to be selling cookies at a fundraiser, and i wanted to show off my rare artistic talent for the frat!â
âoh yeah? thatâs what you wanted?â yuta leaned his weight on the side of his hip. âdraw me some cute pictures on a piece of paper then, iâll put them on the fridge for you and your probation buttheads to see.â
several brothers snickered while toma slumped, a distressed look on his face.
âyuta please i helped out so youâd lift my probation!â he exclaimed, freezing and cowering under your boyfriends sudden glare. ââŠmaybe?â
in regards to tomaâs outbreak, administration ended up just giving yuta and his entire frat a warning upon him meeting with them last week, leaving it ultimately up to him to decide what he wanted to do with toma and the pack he led to the other frat house, and yuta keeping true to his word to you, put them all on a three month social probation with no fucks given.
âare you nuts?â yuta chuckled. âyouâre looking for parole with a drawing like that?â
âyour girlfriend likes it! look sheâs laughing!â all eyes shot to you and you froze, your giggles instantly halting and a hand flying over your mouth.
âsorry! i donâtââ
yuta shot him another menacing glare, deadlier than the last one as he picked up a marker from the table and chucked it at toma, it landing right smack on his forehead and clattering to the ground, the rest of the boys boastfully laughing.
âiâll tell yuta to make your probation four months if you donât get out of my face right now.â the vice president spoke up, moving through the crowd until he reached the front.Â
yuta shrugged. âoh i was already gonna do that.â
âno! why?!â toma threw his hands up in desperation. âfor what reason?! because of a drawing?!â
âitâs the only poster paper we have toma.â your boyfriend grumbled.Â
âand youâre not even supposed to be down here around the fundraising shit.â the vice president spat. âyouâre supposed to be upstairs with the rest of yourââ
âi came down âcause i was thirsty!ââ
âyou drew on the poster paper!ââ
âyu.â you murmured through their continuous bickering and yellingâ tugging on his shirt to try and get his attention, his eyes flickering to yours and head quickly coming down to listen.
âwhat happened baby?â his grip on your shoulder tightened a little. âis it your nausea?â
âoh! no iâm okay now!â you smiled. âi can do your guysâ fundraiser poster still, iâll just flip it over to the blank side and work there.â
âaw flower thatâs okay! not when youâre feeling a little sick...â he looked at you fondly, a kind half grin on his lips as he placed a flat palm on top of your head.
âno honestly iâm alright!â you quickly shook your head and looked towards the poster and the rest of the boys, them still fighting and blaming each other over nonsense that had to do with social probations, the ruined poster, and sorority girlsâ wanting to ease them a little in anyway you possibly could, as well as mentally make up for the stupid white lie you had told him earlier.
yutaâs hand slid from your head back down to your shoulder, apprehensive.
âare youâ are you sure?â his eyes shifted to the poster. âi feel bad making you do the work iâm supposed to be doingâŠâ
âyouâre not making me do anything silly.â you reassured with a small laugh. âi wanna help yu⊠its really okay. honestly.â
a gradual beaming smile spread across his face then, the hand on your shoulder pulling you in and yuta pressing a big fat kiss to the side of your head, enamored by everything that you were as he leaned back and nodded gratefully, letting you go.
âthank you flowerââ
âokkotsu these beasts are out of control.â
the vice president struggled through the moving pushy crowd to reach the both of you, looking so utterly pissed off and overwhelmed as he elbowed and shoved to get face to face with yuta, a tad bit out of breath.
âtheyâre freaking out over tomaâs fuck up and now they somehow think the fundraiserâs fucked up and i actually do think we fucked upââ
âheyâ itâs okay! relax.â yuta placed a hand on his shoulder. âwhy do you think that? weâre notââ
âbecause the posters fucked.â he huffed out, trying to even his breathing. âso then we look like the biggest shitheads at the fundraiser by default and everyoneâs gonna buy the sorority girls cookies instead of ours so then weâre gonna be broke and we canât throw parties without moneyâ why are you laughing.â
yuta covered his mouth and shook his head.
âiâm notâ sorryââ
âthis is serious man my god!â he slapped yutaâs hand off his shoulder and glared. âtheyâre about to brawl over tomaâs stupid drawing i canât control them and youâre laughing?!â
his gaze quickly shifted to you.
ây/n heâs awful dear god help meââ
âalright okayâ iâll deal with them donât worry.â your boyfriend looked at him pointedly. âyou do that too much.â
âwhat, give a shit? my bad sir honestly my effing mistakeââ
you giggled and yuta laughed at his sarcasm, lightheartedly shoving his shoulder.
âgo to bed man youâve been dealing with this all day.â he sent him a sympathetic smile. ây/n offered to do our poster and iâm gonna help so weâll be done by morningââ
surprise crossed the vice presidentâs face, his eyes flickering to yours once more.
âactually?âÂ
you nodded with a smile.
âoh thank godââ the color seemed to return to his face, him placing a hand on his chest and feeling relief wash over him as he looked at you, reciprocating your smile. âthank you y/n. seriously.â
âmhm! no problemmm.â you responded kindly. âbut rest please. youâll make yourself sick if you keep stressing like thisâŠâ
youâd lost count how many times youâd seen the vice president lose his shit over anything that had to do with the frat, it evidently obvious how much he cared for the boys and the fraternity despite his humorous verbal abuseâ him being possibly the only brother in yutaâs frat that you respected and trusted out of anyone else in there, and often went to him whenever you had questions about their upcoming events or things in relation if yuta wasnât available.
âalright.â the vice president sent you both a small smile before turning around to face the rowdy men-filled crowd, raising his hands up.
âokay away from the table! everybody leave and go to bed we have a fundraiser tomorrow! cabinet will deal with it just awayâ toma what the fuck are you still doing down here?!â
âi have to talk to yuta!â he whined. âyou were hogging him the entire time.â
the crowd began to disperse as toma made his way forward.
âheâs not gonna lift your probation stupid.â
âi know!â he spat. âitâs about something else.â
yuta quirked a brow.
âsomething else?âÂ
there was a devilish glint to his eyes, and yuta internally rolled his, turning to the vice president.
âitâs okay.â he placed a gentle palm on your lower back and softly ushered you forward. âcan you show y/n where the materials are for the poster please? iâll be there in a minute.â
the vice president nodded and smiled politely at you, beckoning you over to the table where the ruined poster lay, markers and paint brushes and little cups of paint scattered about in disarray as you approached.
yutaâs attention shifted to toma, crossing his arms.
âwhat is it? you alright?â
âare you cheating on your girlfriend?â
yuta froze, brows immediately pinching together.
âwhat?â
toma shrugged. âare you? itâs what iâve been hearing.â
âhearing?â he stepped closer. âfrom who?â
âdunno. likeâ almost everyone. too much to say.â
yutaâs heart dropped.
who the fuck was saying that?
âno you moron iâm not.â he snapped. âbut⊠if you can figure out whoâs spreading it⊠iâllâ consider lifting your probation.â
toma lit up.
âwill you?!â
âi said consider.â
yutaâs face was blank and cold, wanting to quickly put an end to the conversation as it was making him fucking queasy, nodding his head up towards the stairs.
had you heard this rumor?
âgo up before the VP chews you out.â
âgood idea!â toma flashed him a goofy thumbs up and scrambled away to his designated room, yuta shaking his head as he walked over to you and the vice president, his eyes cast down to the ground in pensive thought.
why couldnât people just leave you and him alone?
ââand we literally only have blue, yellow, red, and green like the most rancid colorsââ
âoh thatâs okay!â you laughed. âtheyâre primary colors i can mix to make new ones if i need to.â
âgreat!â the VP smiled. âiâm going to bed.â
âgo man.â yuta chuckled, patting a friendly hand to his back. âthank you again.â
he nodded and began making his way to the staircase, hopping up the steps.Â
âiâll set up in the morning for the fundraiser and handle the guys!â yuta loudly mentioned. âwill you just check attendance for me please?â
âyeah!â the vice president called out from down the hall, his voice gradually fading with each step until he was out of earshot, leaving just the two of you in the middle of the huge dim living room.
you looked to the poster and grabbed the ends then, flipping it over to the clean blank side and picking up a nearby spare pencil to begin sketching.
âi was thinking of writing your fraternity's name in calligraphy up hereââ you pointed to a spot a little above center. âand then âcookie saleâ down here? do you like that?â
âsounds great flower!â yuta smiled big. âwhatâs calligraphy?â
you giggled, picking up a ruler and drawing a faint straight line across to make sure you werenât going crooked as you went.Â
âitâs kind of like cursive but just a bit chunkier.â you explained softly, starting to sketch out the loopy lettering. âit looks really pretty on projects and advertisements.â
yuta hummed, peering over your shoulder from behind you as you worked.
âand then i was thinking of drawing little cookies floating around? and stars? or maybeââ
âyou know i love you right?â
you stopped, shifting your body slightly in his direction to reveal an anxious looking yuta, worry splattered all over his face as he waited for your response.
was⊠he okay?â
âof course i dââ
âand you know iâd never do anything to hurt you right?â
you fully turned your body around now to properly face him, your eyes filled with concern as you put your pencil down.
âi do babyâŠâ you softly replied. âare you okay? whatâs wrong?â
yuta sighed through his nose and shook his head, placing his hands at the edge of the table on either sides of you, his head slumping down to gently rest against your forehead.
ânothing.â he muttered. âi justâ think.â
âyou just think?â you lifted your arms and slid them around his shoulders, giving him a little comforting squeeze. âabout what⊠hm?â
âyou.â
he was always thinking of you.
every morning, every evening, every night.
there wasnât ever a time that yuta wasnât thinking of youâ of how you were, if you were feeling okay and if youâd gotten enough to eat in the morning⊠if you still loved him.
because unfortunately, there also wasnât ever a time that yuta wasnât thinking about the different ways he could lose you, since his past always seemed to come back to haunt him and damage the only good fucking thing remaining in his life, fearfully living on the edge and awfully insecure despite his reputation, one that was programmed for him to be thoughtless and careless and something he actually was once before.
but yuta wasnât that person anymore.
except it still wasnât enough.
âreally?â a blush rose to your cheeks with a cheeky smile, you leaning back the tiniest bit. âand what about me yu?â
the corner of his lip quirked upâ his face a little tired, but soft.
âhow smart you are.â he spoke quietly. âand pretty. with pretty handwriting.â
you giggled, the sound filling yutaâs chest with warmth and the crinkles by your eyes making him stupidly swoon, bringing you in closer by the waist and pressing a delicate kiss to the tip of your nose.
âplease tell me you know that.â
your brows furrowed a bit.
heâd never been thisâ serious with you before and stating things that were already the obvious, the way he clutched tighter at your waist and the sunken defeated expression he wore, was something that indefinitely alarmed you as your eyes quickly scoured over his features.Â
âyuta.â
his eyes flickered up to yours.
âyeah flower?â
âwhatâs wrong.â you pushed gently, your hands slipping down from his shoulders to cup his cheeks. âwhy are you telling me this?â
âbecause i need to.â his head slowly tilted, cheek leaning into your touch. âi need you to know.â
âbut i do know.â you shook your head. âyouâre telling me things iâve known since we became friends yutaâŠâ
he still didnât look alleviated in the slightest by your words, and you frowned.
âremember earlier when you asked me what was wrong? after iâd left class early?â
he silently nodded against your hands.
âthe way you felt then about wanting to know is how i feel now.â you explained. âi can tell when youâre thinking too much about something babyâŠâ
he sighed deeply through his nose and his eyes fluttered shut.
he didnât want to bombard you with his insecurities or make you feel like it was your job to pull him from those agitating depth full thoughts⊠and he didnât want to make you feel responsible for any of it either.
it was all justâ him.
and everybody on campus who didnât know how to shut the fuck up too, for it made his overthinking worse.
âiâm scared iâm gonna mess up.â he admitted, laughing humorlessly. âand ruin what weâve built.â
âhuh?â your eyes slightly narrowed. âwhy do you say that?⊠you wonâtââ
âthe rumors flowerâŠâ he mumbled, head lifting from your hands. âeveryoneâs apparently waiting for me to fuck up just because they like who i used to be better.â
your eyes softened, palms coming down to rest flat against his chest as you listened.
âi hate that they canât accept iâm with you⊠and i hate that i let them bother me so much.âÂ
his hands and arms lifted from your waist to wrap around your head instead, caging you into his embrace.Â
âi hate that they talk about you.â he whispered in your hair. âi hate that i canât do anything about it.â
everyone on this stupid freaking campus could drag yuta through the dirt and say he was a loser and a sleaze, that he was an awful human being and deserved to rot in the deepest pits of hellâ as he wouldnât mind any of it in the slightest if it meant sparring you completely.
if he could, if youâd let him⊠he would drop it all for you.
âyouâre not gonna mess up anything...â you breathed out a soft laugh as you pulled back, your fingers coming up to card and caress through his soft raven strands. âand if you do, thatâs okay! weâll just fix it baby.â
the scent of his citrusy cologne wafted through your nostrils, the smell one of the most comforting things in your fucking life as you sunk your nose further into the fabric of his clothing then.
âiâm sure thereâll be moments when i mess up too.â you murmured against him, gently. âbut weâll deal with it together⊠so you shouldnât let what anyone says about anything affect you so much okay?â
you leaned back again and gave his head a little pat.
âyou look so stressed and i donât like it.â
he chuckled softly and picked his head up, eyes peering down at you for a moment and staring before he lifted his head completely, his posture a little straighter as he nodded.
âiâm sorry.â he sheepishly smiled. âi just get in my head sometimes.â
you smiled back warmly, shaking your head and understanding to the fucking max where heâs coming from, for you were silently in the same exact position right at this moment and yet too cowardly to seek reassurance like he was rightfully doing.
âsâokay!â your hands slid from his hair down to his chest, standing on your tippy toes to give him a tiny peck on the lips. âdonât be sorry.â
yuta couldnât control the rumors or what people had to say about the both of you.
but what he could control, were his actions and his words to you⊠and it was almost like he wanted to prove a point to every single dickhead on campus and make them see, believe and comprehend that you werenât just a toy for him to disgustingly use and have a simple fling with, deciding in that moment to prioritize your happiness and satisfaction above all else.
he needed you to know that he wasnât using you.
so he created distance.
and although it wasnât distance that was detrimental or cruel to you or your relationship, it was enough of a distance that you noticed right away while helping out at his fraternityâs fundraiser the next dayâ you offering to assist the vice president in keeping track of the total number of cookie sales and stock, refilling the stands and glass casings whenever it was needed while yuta dealt with the boys, him networking with other frat guys from several different universities as well and charming them with his usual second nature charisma, anyone who spoke to him succumbing up to it so much that theyâd be swayed enough to buy packs and packs of cookies.
youâd even witnessed stampeding crowds of sorority girls and staff buy dozens of batches simply because yuta kindly flashed them a handsome smile and an enthusiastic hello, you sat at the booth blinking in dumbfounded amazement as the vice president worked the register and cashed in wads of dollar bills, the shelves cleaning themselves out quicker than you thought.
but every time you tried to talk to yuta or give him a kiss⊠it was almost hurried from himâ interlocked fingers that were fleeting and only lasted a couple seconds, yuta squeezing your hand with a grin before letting go and walking a different direction without even letting you get a word in, or embraces that were too short and fucking weird, him sort of treating you like a best friend instead of his girlfriend as he barely pecked your forehead or cheeks or literally anywhere that wasnât your lips.
you tried to tell yourself that he was just busy and probably had a lot on his mind, understanding completely that he had responsibilities to attend to for the day and feeling irritated at yourself for being a bit upset.
though you couldnât help but wonder why this time it felt so⊠different.
because usually, even when yuta had things to do for the frat or events to cater to, he never once let you off on your own for too long, and he always showered you with affection and kisses that made your cheeks heat up and heart palpate into literal oblivion that youâd have to cup a hand over his mouth to get him to simmer down, a bashful silly sorry from him muffling against your palm in return.
and you realized then just how attached to your boyfriend you actually were⊠and way more than you initially thought.
you missed him.
the vice president glanced at you from over his shoulder and smiled, chuckling a bit as he finished up tending to the latest customer and closing the register.
âyou okay?â he waved to someone in the crowd on the other side of the booth before turning back to you. âyou look bothered. is it too hot?â
âoh! no iâm okay! thank you.â you shook your head, smiling politely.
he smirked.
âyou miss yuta?â
your cheeks went pink and he burst out laughing, reaching to type a few things on the registerâs touch screen.
âus selling cookies is one of our biggest fundraisers, and its where we make most of our money for the year soâ yutaâs usually all over the place during it.â
you listened intently, nodding along as he breathed out tiredly through his nose and walked a bit away from the booth, sitting down on the chair next to yours.
âi donât know how iâm gonna do this by myself next year manâŠâ he mumbled with closed eyelids, tiredly crossing his arms. âyutaâs like a machine. i donât know how he handles the guys and the frat and whatever else in between without crashing out like me.â
a sense of pride for your man bubbled up in your chest then, it always nice to hear the vice president or anyone for that matter speak highly of yuta and his abilities, the work heâd put into the fraternity for the majority of his college life so insane and admirable, that there was no doubt in your mind heâd leave behind a blueprint and had set the standards fucking high for the next presidents to come.
âare you applying to be president for next year?â you asked.
he snorted.
âfuck no. i could never fill yutaâs shoes.â
he peeked an eye open and you gave him a look, him laughing in response.
âwhat?â
âiâve seen you handle the frat so well all of the time what are you on?â
âfour cans of energy drinks.â he muttered. âand cookies from the batch of burnt scraps.â
you giggled, leaning back against the chair and looking on aheadâ yuta in the middle of the grassy field surrounded by girls, members from other fraternities, and anything alike as you watched him converse and be silly with them all, a sweet smile on his face that you wished you could see up close for a bit, since he hadnât stopped by the booth at all for the majority of the day and was instead working the field to bring in customers.
âi think youâre the most qualified out of anyone to take over yutaâs position next year.â you spoke gently. âso i hope you do apply.â
âi yell at the boys too much⊠yuta knows a good in between when needed.â his head lulled tiredly to the side. âand i donât know if iâm gonna be able to handle the rejection if he says no.â
your jaw hung open, a bewildered look on your face.
âwhy would he say no? if anything itâs already yoursââ
his head snapped in your direction.
âis it? how do you know? did he tell you? i feel like youâd know tell me right nowââ
âtell you what?â
you straightened up upon hearing the familiar voice of your man and looked, a big smile stretching across your face once you saw yuta standing there on the other side of the booth, a cute half grin on his lips as he leaned against the table with palms on the surface.
âyu!â
âhi flower!â he beamed. âyou okay?â
âuh huh!â you stood up, stepping closer to the table and leaning against it, mirroring him. âare youâŠ?â
âi am!â he nodded, walking around the table and swinging an arm around your shoulders. âiâm exhausted though i donât wanna talk to any more people i canât do it.â
you giggled, little butterflies fluttering in your tummy at finally having him next to you and his attention for the time being.
âi feel like a walking corpse.â the vice president huffed out. âwe can pack up early? we hit our goal in the afternoon i think we should send the boys back to the frat to set up for the after party.â
âsounds good!â yuta smiled, turning his head down to you. âyouâre still going right? to the party?â
âmhm!â you nodded. âi just need to go home and get ready⊠do you need help setting up for it?â
âoh no flower thatâs alright!â he squeezed your shoulder lovingly. âyouâve already done so much for me⊠just go get ready baby and call me so i can pick you up okay?â
âkay!â you cheesed, leaning up to give him a kiss when yuta suddenly turned his head to the side, your lips landing on his cheek instead.
whatâ
you pulled back, trying to keep a neutral expression on your face as you took a step forward and out of his arm around your shoulders, a growing ache in your chest over the fact that heâd been doing this all day.
did it look like you were going in for cheek kisses? or kisses that were anywhere but his mouth? it wasnâtâ obvious?
maybe⊠maybe it was just you.Â
maybe you were messing up again.
âthanks for making the poster by the way and helping out y/n.â the vice president mentioned, snapping you from your thoughts. âit looks so freaking good i donât think weâve ever had a banner look that great.â
you smiled brightly and nodded. âitâs okayyy! i hope i helped you guys out a little bit.â
âflower you did more than a little bit.â yuta laughed. âwe sold so many cookies because i heard there was a pretty girl by the register⊠heh.â
a wave of heat rose to your cheeks and you playfully rolled your eyes, waving him off as you stepped away from the canopy tent.
âcall me please when youâre ready!â yuta called out to you, you turning your body a bit and showing him a cute thumbs up before facing forward again, him and the vice president watching you walk across the busy field and towards the campus parking lot.
the vice president spoke up after a few seconds of silence.
âis it true?â
yutaâs gaze switched to his.
âwhat is?â
âthat youâre cheating on y/n with layla.â
his face dropped, brows furrowing as yuta moved his body to look at him properly.
âyouâve heard the rumors too?â
he nodded.
âwhere?â
âeverywhere.â the vice president responded plainly. âi hear them in class, out of class, in the student lounge, when i go take a pissââ
âfromâ from who?â
the borderline frantic desperation in yutaâs tone made the vice presidents gaze flicker to his, eyeing his solemn eagerness to know information that he regrettably couldnât give concretely, but also eyeing his body language and expression to see if yuta was indeed guilty, or just a victim to annoying gossip once more.
except this time around⊠it was cruel.Â
âitâs from multiple people that i donât really know.â he sighed. âi just hear it floating around.â
yuta groaned and ran both hands down his face in exasperation, bitterly shaking his head while his mind ran rampant for the thousandth fucking time over the rumor of his supposed infidelity.
âso is it true?â the vice president repeated.
âno.â yuta spoke firmly, harshly. âno i would never do something like that to her. ever.â
there was another moment of silence.
âalright.â the vice president leaned back in his chair, his eyes tiredly closing again. âbecause itâd be a shame if you were⊠sheâs a nice girl.â
âi know she isâŠâ yuta mumbled, sluggishly walking over to the seat next to him and plopping down on it. âiâve been trying to figure out whoâs spreading that rumor but itâs fucking everywhere that i canât figure it out. even toma asked me about it.â
the vice president snorted. âtoma?â
âyeah.â yuta put his elbows down on his knees and leaned forward, an arm coming up to rest his cheek against the heel of his palm. âi told him if he could figure out who was doing it iâd consider lifting his probation.â
âhuh?!â
yuta looked at him apologetically.
âi know⊠i hope itâs okay with you.â he dropped his arm and gazed on ahead. âi was only gonna lift a month off, and thatâs even if he can find out who.â
âtomaâs gonna stop at nothing to figure out who just because of that.â the vice president laughed. âitâs alright man... iâd do the same if i were you.â
yuta solemnly nodded.
âiâm scared of what sheâs heard. i donât want her to get hurt by any of it.â
âhave you talked to her about it?â
he shook his head. âkind of⊠only generally but not specifically about the cheating rumorââ
âwhaââ the vice president gawked. âthatâs the one thing you should be talking to her about yuta sheâs gonna hear it eventuallyââ
âbut thatâs the thing ifâ if she hasnât yet i want it to stay that wayâŠâ he mumbled, head hanging low. âso i can try and get rid of it before it upsets her.â
âi donât know if that thought process is a good idea or not.â the vice president spoke warily. âit kind of looks like youâre trying to cover up the fact that you are cheatingââ
âiâm notââ
âthen do something about it.â
the vice president stood up, arms raising up over his head to stretch and loosen up his tired limbs, them falling limp at his sides after. âtalk to layla directly at the party tonight and find out if itâs her or not, then go from there.â
yutaâs brows pinched.
why the fuck didnât he think of that sooner?
âiâll ask around for you too.â the vice president swiped his backpack from the grass and shrugged it on, taking his jacket then from the back of the chair and tossing it lazily over his shoulder.
âbut your best bet is toma.â
and the vice president was right.
because the minute yuta picked your stunning self up for the party later that day, utterly obsessed with the way you dolled up and him trying to take it all in for himself, his phone wouldnât stop fucking buzzing inside the pocket of his pants and breaking his looney tranceâ him having to literally rip his eyes away from you and begrudgingly shove his hand around for his phone until he found it.
âwho is it?â you laughed softly, buckling your seatbelt once you got in the car and reaching up to pull down his sun visor, sliding open the small vanity mirror and readjusting your hair a little.
yuta nearly drooled.
âoh! uhââ
he snapped his head down to see message after message pile in from toma, all of which were back to back and without a freaking break as they nearly blew up his phone, the nonstop vibration against his palm irritating him as he unlocked his device and went to tomaâs contact.
toma: yo
toma: prez
toma: hello
toma: answer me right now
âitâs just toma.â he shook his head, thumbs prepping to type a response.
toma: HELLO
toma: YUTA
toma: ARE YOU IGNORING ME
toma: I BRING NEWS ABOUT YOUR CHEATING SCANDAL!
his eyes widened.
toma: LIFT MY PROBATION
yuta: say that again and iâm extending it
yuta: what did you find?
toma: wouldnât you like to know ;)
toma: bet your girlfriend sure would!
toma: let me stay at the frat for the party and iâll tell you
yuta: five months
toma: NO OKAY FUCK IM SORRY
toma: seriously though come to the house before i leave and iâll tell you
toma: itâs too much to type and iâm lazy
âis he okay?â you asked kindly, sliding the mirror shut and closing the sun visor, turning your head to look at him.
âyeah heâs fine baby.â he looked up and smiled, leaning across the console to press a sweet kiss on your cheek, settling back in his seat and shifting the gear into reverse to pull out of your driveway. âyou have everything?â
why wasnât he kissing your mouth?
âmhm!â you nodded. âhow many people did you guys invite?â
âit was an open invite.â he pushed the gear to drive and accelerated down your street back to his fraternity.
you scoffed in amazement.
âopen invite?â
usually the parties yuta threw with his frat brothers were of select invite only, ones that consisted of anyone with any type of popularity alongside whoever they decided to bring also of status, you realizing that you were probably the only one there who didnât have anything to their name in comparison to the others.
but with the invite now extending to absolutely anyone? and his parties already to begin with rowdy and insane?
you expected yutaâs frat house to turn into a shit show.
âwhat?â he laughed, turning his steering wheel to the left. âitâs a lot of people isnât it?â
âyouâre gonna have half of the student body in your house.â
he laughed again and shot you an apologetic look, him continuing to drive through the familiar avenues and paths that led up to his fraternity, when you quickly noticed the streets looked a bit more packed than usualâ almost every single curb lined up with mass amounts of vehicles that were parked damn near back to back with no room left to even get out, you spotting small portions of dressed up crowds walking down the sidewalk the closer you got to his frat, already being peppy and noisy as they cackled and carried down packs of alcohol in their arms.
yuta had invited nearly the entire student body on purpose.
to find out who it was that was spreading that piece of shit rumor about his infidelity.
your boyfriend pulled into the driveway, your ears already picking up on the booming bass of the music inside as yuta flashed his lights at people who were in the way, him slowly inching through to get in the open garage as your eyes wildly scoured over the amount of students crossing the lawn or surrounding his car, empty red solo cups and trash littering the grass out front when the party had literally just started an hour ago.
there were so many people, more than you had ever seen at his previous parties.
yuta lifted an arm and pressed the small garage remote that was hooked above on his sun visor, the wide door loudly sliding shut in response as he drove in a little further before cutting off the ignition, him pulling his keys out and hooking the carabiner through one of his belt loops.
âyou okay baby?â he smiled kindly, lifting his head to look at you and setting a hand down on his steering wheel. âiâm sorry about all the people⊠i know its a lot.â
you shook your head and gave him a cute grin, actively pushing down the fuzzy nerves that started to push up your throat for the sake of not being a burden, you not wanting to be annoying in the slightest about the crowds and just let yuta have fun, with this being his last fundraising after party and all.
âdonât be sorry yu its okay.â you reached across the console and took his hand, interlacing your fingers together. âyou guys deserve to unwind like this after today right?â
he beamed and nodded, his grip tightening and eyes flickering down to your pretty little dress that made him swallow and quickly divert his gaze away, lips pursing to the side with pinky cheeks as he tried to get his head straight and remind himself over and over of the distance, of not playing into everybodyâs stupid beliefs and hurting you.
but it was so fucking hard to when you were just so gorgeous to him, fondness creeping up in his chest then as he randomly thought of the night he first saw you at that one party he hosted a year agoâ just as pretty if not more.
yuta was so unbelievably glad that you had rejected him then, for it woke his entire self up to the possibilities and beauty of actual genuine love rather than just quick fucks, the normalcy of meaningless hook ups something he had shamefully grown accustomed and desensitized to since high school.
your rejection had woken him up to you.
âyuta..?â
he blinked, eyes snapping back to you.
âyeah! yes flower?â
you giggled softly. âi asked if you wanted to go inside? iâm sure everyoneâs been wanting to see youâŠâ
he simply shrugged and brought your hand up to his lips, kissing the back of it.
âbut i wanna see you.â
you snorted. âyou are seeing me silly⊠you see me everyday! hehe.â
and yet it wasnât nearly enough. it was never enough.
yuta reached across the console with his unoccupied hand and ran his thumb over your precious cheek, his touch delicate as he silently looked at you with a little glimmer in his eye, taking in the sight of you before retracting his arm and smiling.
âstick to me the entire night please.â he squeezed your hand. âif at any point you get tired or a little nervous baby just let me know. weâll go up to my room and call it, okay?â
your heart fluttered at how considerate and sweet he was, you nodding in response.
âmkay!â
you had never seen the frat look so full and feel so humid in your fucking life, you gripping tightly onto yutaâs hand as he led you through sweaty drunk bodies and narrow hallways, keeping close to him and trying to ignore the curious confused stares you got that eyed you both as you passed, shyly switching your gaze or turning your head altogether to evade it.
the stares werenât anything new to you, as practically with every event or party yuta threw you received them without fail, the act a given at this point as no one seemed to ever remember your face or what you looked like no matter how long you had been around yuta already, you actually preferring it that way as it allowed you to be on campus without any weird instances from random individuals asking about your relationship with him.
yuta periodically looked over his shoulder at you to make sure you were still there and okay, his head turning back ahead and scanning every single fucking face he saw in the hopes of recognizing the vice president, or better yetâ toma, him desperate to find him and get as much information as he possibly could to put an end to that horrific rumor before it got to you.
âokkotsu! heeey man! howâs it going?ââ
youâd lost count of how many people had come up to your boyfriend to greet him or pat him on the shoulders, you next to him through it all and not minding one bit as you kept your fingers interlocked with hisâ your other hand clutching at his bicep while he mingled and charmingly laughed with his crowd, some even greeting you as you surprisedly reciprocated and shyly replied back, each time yuta caressing your knuckles reassuringly with his thumbâ encouraging you, a kind look to his face that eased your nerves like nothing else ever did.
âyou still doing okay flower?!â he yelled over the thumping music, pulling you to a little corner by the kitchen and leading you to stand against the wall, him shielding you from the crowd as he turned his back and faced you. âyou feeling tired?!â
you shook your head no and sweetly grinned at him. âiâm good yu!â
he smiled and nodded, setting a hand on top of your head and giving it a gentle rub, careful of not messing with your prettily styled hair too much.
âyou want anything to drink?!â he looked up and craned his neck around the wall to scope out the kitchen. âi bought a pack of sunny d and had one of the boys put it in the fridge for you!ââ
âyo! okkotsu!â
yuta snapped his head over his shoulder, your own eyes peering around your manâs frame to see one of his frat brothers standing just a few feet away, pointing out into the crowd behind him with his thumb.
âtomaâs still here! heâs looking for you!â
your brow quirked a little at the way yuta instantaneously straightened up and turned out a little more, wondering why tomaâs presence elicited that reaction from him as his hand went from your head down along your arm, his thumb reaching your fingertips and lightly grazing over them.
âwhere is he?!â he asked over the music.
âout front on the porch! heâs getting ready to leave!â
yuta raised his other palm and thanked him before quickly turning back to you.
âiâm gonna go see what he wants okay flower?â he hurriedly kissed your forehead, you a bit perplexed at his urgency as you hesitantly nodded along.
âlet me look for the VP really quick so you wonât be aloneââ
âno yu its okay!â you let out a breathy laugh and shook your head. âgo baby ill just wait here until you get back.â
he held your gaze for a moment, apprehensive.
âiâ i donât know flower!â he looked over his shoulder again, angling his body around and sweeping the crowd with anxious little eyes, turning back around to you. âi donât wanna leave you by yourself iâd rather have someone with youââ
âyu.â you pushed gently. âitâs fine. i wonât move from here ill be in the kitchen waiting for you⊠okay? go baby go see what toma wants.â
yutaâs pupils were swimming in worry as he stared, feet planted on the floor and hesitant to move as he thought about the millions of things people could say or do to you while he was gone, him gnawing at the bottom of his lip as he continued to anxiously caress over your fingertips.
âoâokayââ
âokkotsu here!ââ
both of your heads snapped to the right and saw the vice president, his face flushed red and goofy like as he extended a beer bottle out to yuta.
âwhy are you empty handedââ
âoh thank god!â yuta breathed out, taking the bottle from his awaiting hand and pulling him in with an arm for a heavy pat on the back, the VP drunkenly quirking a brow and blinking.
âwhat i doââ
âcan you stay with y/n for likeâ ten minutes?â he quickly ushered. âi just gotta talk to toma really quick!â
âtoma?!â the vice president spat. âthe fucks he still doing here heâs supposed to be out of the houseââ
âhe will be once i talk to him!â your boyfriend replied by his ear. âbut can you please just be with y/n for a few? I donât wanna leave her by herself!â
the vice presidents gaze switched to where you were standing then, seemingly just noticing that you were there as his eyes lit up and he nodded, a friendly big smile growing on his face that you responded with a bashful timid one of your own.
âokay great! thanks man!ââ
yuta took a few steps towards you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in snug and craning down a bit to rest the side of his head against yours.
âiâll be back okay?â he spoke in your ear.
âoâokay butâ you really didnât have to get the VP to babysit meââ
âno i know baby iâm sorry.â he ran a soothing palm down your back. âbut i worry...â
he peeled away from you and pouted. âbut just hang tight alright? stick to him.â
you sighed a little through your nose and nodded, you going on your tippy toes then with puckering lips to give him an obvious goodbye smooch, when yuta turned his head again and made your kiss land on his cheek instead.
it looked like he had rejected you.
and yuta failed to see the hurt flash across your face once more as he stepped off to the side and turned, slipping his way through the crowd and basically get swallowed whole by the mass of it, you quickly losing sight of him as your shoulders drooped a little in disappointment.
what were you doing that was so wrong? usually yuta never went more than literally thirty minutes without a kiss from you⊠but so far he had broken his own record and went the entire day.
what was so wrong with you?
ây/n! do you want a sunny d?â
you jumped a little and turned, seeing the vice president in the kitchen now rummaging through the fridge, a small singular giggle slipping past your lips as you watched him struggle to even get his arms through, him shoving hoards of beer cans and alcohol packs off to the sides just to get his hands in the back.
âiâm pretty sureâ fuckâ one of the guys put a pack in for youââ
you walked over and carefully crouched down next to him by the fridge, peeking your head in and trying to spot the familiar orange liquidy bottles, more giggles tumbling out as you realized that the sunny d pack was quite literally right in front of the vice presidents faceâ front and center amongst the mountains of alcohol and trash.
âwaitâ heheâ i thinkââ you pointed through your little snickers. âi think itâs right thereâ oh!â
your arms shot out and you quickly grabbed onto his shoulders just as he was swaying off a little too much to the side, stabilizing him as he cackled and shook his head, his own hands fumbling for the edges of the fridge and gripping them.
âsorry! sorry iâm drinking my sorrows away so iâm drunk also hereââ
he loopily pushed a bottle of sunny d in your arms, you scrambling slightly to retrieve it before it dropped to the ground from your hands, the both of you standing from your crouched position.
âthank you.â you smiled sweetly, your brows furrowing a little then. âwhy are you drinking your sorrows away?â
âbecause yutaâs graduating and iâm gonna have to deal with this shit on my own.â he swiped an open beer bottle from a nearby counter and took a swig. âhe told me just before the party that iâmâ hic!â president for next yearââ
you gasped, eyes blowing fucking wide as you slapped a hand over your mouth in shock.
âoh my god!â you grinned. âcongratulations! you should be so proud!ââ
âi should be dead.â he muttered, dramatically drooping his upper body over the kitchen island and sulking. âiâm a dead man. after the fundraiser toma ran around the house naked which then turned into everyone running around the house naked and i couldnât get anybody to put their fucking clothes onââ
âyouââ
âiâve never seen so many dicks in my life i didnât even want to see any of their dicksââ
âhold onââ
âwhatever happened to asking first? to consent?â OH GOD!ââ
the VP sprang off the counter, spun in your direction and grabbed at your shoulders, you stiffening with big eyes as he shook you.
âyouâre graduating too! what am i gonna do without you and your calligraphy?! theâ the banners?!â his gaze darted over your face as he looked at you crazed and in a state of utter psychosis. âi donât know any girls! just you by default! iâm gonna have to do bake sales with tomaâs stupid fucking stick figuresââ
youâd given up in trying to bring the vice president down from his erratic panicked high, deciding the best thing to do then was to just keep your mouth shut and let him ramble on his drunken worries and fears as he shook you, you laughing through it and lightly patting him on the back in comfort, knowing that deep down the VP was elated to have been granted a position so prestigious and accomplishing as youâd heard him wish on it ever since youâd met him, his emotional meltdown just a given and something that came with accepting a position as demanding as yutaâs.
he would be filling shoes that were seemingly impossible to do so in the first place⊠but you were more than sure that he was the one man that was actually more than qualified for it out of the flock.
and youâd wondered then as the vice president continued to shake you, if yuta had successfully sought out what toma wanted and if he was making his way back over to you sometime soonâŠ
he wished.
âi need names toma names!â
âi tried!â toma flailed his arms out. âi swear to god i tried! but how do you think it looks when i try to come up to laylaâs posse and chat them up?! they chewed me out every time i tried!â
he had a pointâŠ
âthe only info i could get was that itâs her minions who are spreading the rumor.â
yutaâs gaze moved to his, arms crossed as the two of them stood in the middle of the front porch, the area thankfully deserted as the majority of students were inside.
he suspiciously eyed him. âhow do you know that?â
âi stood outside the girlâs restroom by the east wing for an hour.â toma replied plainly. âgod knows what the hell they were doing in there butâ some of her friends were talking nonstop about it.â
yuta snorted, a palm cupping over his mouth as he thought about how much of an idiot creep toma mustâve looked standing outside of the girl's restroom like that.
he had initially planned to confront layla directly, but learning now that it may have not even been her that was at fault, made him feel a little bad and apprehensive about accusing her out of nowhere insideâŠ
he dropped his hand and nodded. âandâ and what about layla? is she spreading anything?â
toma shrugged. âdunno. didnât get that far because i got yelled at.â
yuta laughed and shook his head, raising an arm to pat a heavy hand on tomaâs shoulder in gratitude.
âalright, thanks man.â he smiled. âiâll lift a month off your probation.â
âa month?!â toma gawked. âi thought you said the whole thing!â
âyou barely gave me anything idiot.â yuta bent down and picked up his beer bottle from the ground. âyouâre lucky iâm even lifting time off otherwise i wouldâve addedââ
âNO!â toma screamed in absolute terror, hands latching out to desperately clutch at his shirt. âiâm sorry thank you mister president...â
âokay.â he chuckled boyishly. ânow go before the VP sees youââ
âi love you mister presidentââ
âgo.â
âsay hi to your pretty girl for meââ
âfive months probationââ
âNO!â
youâd lost track of how long it had been since yuta left, as you were too preoccupied babysitting the VPâ trying to keep him from blacking out and stay on his two feet as he swayed about the kitchen, blubbering about his position next year and then randomly switching from time to time to some girly he had a crush on in his economics class, your heart warming every time he spoke about her cutesy smile, but most of all genuinely worried about him as he almost nearly tipped over one of the keg stands in trying to perform a cartwheel in the middle of the kitchen.
if yuta saw the way that he was when he was supposed to be looking out for you⊠you figured your boyfriend wouldnât be to happy with itâ the biggest fear youâve had yet quickly brewing in your chest over the vice president getting his up-and-coming position revoked.
âhey! letâs drink some water yeah?â
the VP whipped his head up, him funnily crouched in a corner and hugging his knees to his chest.
âis this what its like?â
you tilted your head as you opened the fridge, your eyes frantically scouring for a bottle of water and grabbing it once you spotted one, closing it back up and walking over to his sniffling self.
âwhat is?â you softly asked as you crouched to his level, uncapping the water bottle and offering it out to him.
âto have a girl give a shit about you?â
you giggled, shaking your head side to side as you watched him gratefully take the drink from your hands, chugging it down.
âjust talk to her⊠iâm sure sheâd love to go out with you!â you tried to reason. âyou never know unless you justâ try.â
his puffed out cheeks made you laugh again as he swallowed. ây/n you donât get it iâm a loser she could never look my wayââ
you playfully rolled your eyes. âyouâre vice president of a frat. next year president. if that doesnât get her i donât know what will.â
he miserably shook his head and hung it.
âthe difference is iâm ugly. yutaâs handsome. my boy has no trouble at allââ
âyouâre not uglyââ
âlayla! have you spoken to yuta tonight at all?â
you stilled, your face falling a bit as you kept your eyes on the VP, him still too drunk and teary to realize there were people in the kitchen now, you grateful that the both of you were out of sight in a tiny little corner so you could take a listen without them noticing.
âno.â she heavily sighed. âi havenât seen him much at all actually⊠shame.â
you heard shuffling and the clinking of glass as you eavesdropped, praying that the vice president didnât blabber out anything else and spoil your cover.
âi did.â a different voice spoke. âheâs with his girlfriend thatâs why.â
you heard an exaggerated gasp from somewhere else.
âyou saw her? whatâd she look like?!â
âi couldnât really see she was a bit far⊠but she is here with him.â
âgeez, iâm surprised heâd even bring her around after just being with you layla. thatâs embarrassing.â
your heart dropped.
âthatâs their business not mine.â another spoke, you recognizing it to be laylaâs voice again. âif he wants to humiliate her like that, thatâs on him.â
⊠what?
the vice president stirred, about to open his big fat mouth when you sprung out and muffled him, his dazed little eyes confusedly looking at you.
âyouâre so lucky though layla!â one gushed. âno one has been able to sleep with him lately except you.â
maybe⊠maybe the reason why yuta never initiated anything with you, the reason why he evaded your kisses and flat out treated you sometimes like you werenât his literal girlfriendâ
was because he was getting his fill somewhere else.
and somehow through your mental storm, the vice president realized that there were people in the kitchen now, but not just any people⊠but exactly who and what they were talking about, his own eyes blowing wide in panic.
the girls continued to chat as your hand slid away from the VPâs mouth, your gaze casted downward as you made an attempt to stand, when his hand suddenly shot out and grabbed yours.
ây/nââ he fought with everything in him to push down the alcohol for two fucking seconds and get his head straight. âwhere are you goingââ
âiâm just gonna go find yuta⊠okay?â
your voice sounded itâs usual sweet and collected, but it was your body language that completely gave it away to him that you were not okay in the slightest.
âwaitâ just stay for a bit donâtâ donât listenââ
âstay here iâll be back.â you mumbled, shaking his hand off and standing upright. âdonât try to stand please youâll fall.â
âsweetheart whatever you heard itâs not true alright? you know that yuta would neverââ
your mind wasnât even registering what the vice president was saying at this point, you feeling your heart actively shattering in your chest as you made your way through the kitchen, passing by the group of girls and guessing that the one in the middle was laylaâ stunning and breathtaking and everything youâd expect yuta to hook up with and choose over you.
they didnât even spare you a glance as you walked past them and out of the kitchen, weaving your way through the waves of sweaty people as you tried to spot yutaâ you having no idea where he was and just going by the piece of information you had learned earlier of toma being out on the front porch, hoping that he somehow was still there as you squeezed through bodies, the air still humid and suffocating and it for some reason making your chest ache even more.
you wrongfully felt like you had to prove a point⊠like you were just as capable of being the embodiment of someone like layla that earned a rightful spot at being yutaâs girlfriend, something he not once ever made you question and yetâ you shamefully succumbing up to the beliefs of his crowd no matter how many times you told yourself it wouldnât happen.
you could only take so much⊠and the thought of losing yuta shook you like nothing else.
it made you desperate.
just as you practically shoved your way out of the main area to get to the front door, you spotted yutaâ sitting on a short random stool by the entrance with a half drunken beer bottle in hand, cheerfully conversing with a few of his brothers with that same charismatic smile and attitude that swooned millions, you swallowing the lump in your throat as you hugged yourself and slowly walked over.
âyu..?â
your familiar quiet voice made him stop talking and snap his head in your direction, him straightening up as he sent you a kind smile.
as soon as he went back inside after speaking to toma, yuta got caught up with a few of his frat members in regards to details about upcoming events, kicking himself over the fact that he didnât realize how long he was actually gone for as he noticed how upset you looked right now, wondering where the hell the VP was.
âhi pretty flower!â he grinned, faltering when you didnât smile back at all.
âcan weââ you stammered. âumââ
yuta extended an offering hand out, you hesitating for a moment before you decided to just take it, him gently pulling you in to stand in between his legs and moving that same hand to cup over the back of your thigh.
you hated that his touch sort of⊠stung.
âsorry baby i couldnât hear you.â he gently spoke, looking up at you with such sweet eyes that it nearly made you want to forget what youâd heard in the kitchen. âwhatâs wrong? iâm sorry i was gone for so long i got caught up with some of the guys.â
ânâno its okay.â you weakly smiled, and his brows furrowed at that, his hand beginning to caress over the back of your thigh.
had something happened while he was away?
âi need to um⊠talk to you in your room upstairs.â you shyly pursed your lips to the side. âif thatâs okayâŠâ
oh!
he reached up and took your chin in between his thumb and pointer finger, bringing your face down to plant a little kiss to your cheek.
âitâs always okay flower.â he beamed, standing and taking your hand in his as he took a swig of his beer. âyou wanna retire for the night?â
not exactly.
but you nodded, him then immediately bidding some of his brothers goodbye while he tugged on your hand and led you upstairs, your head facing the ground and anxious as you both walked through the hallways of the frat house and away from the noise, eventually arriving at yutaâs door as you chewed the shit out of your bottom lip, him pushing down his lever door handle and opening it.
âyou feeling a little tired?â he asked gently, closing the door behind him as you both stepped inside, facing you after. âwe can call it a nighââ
you fisted yutaâs shirt and yanked him down, cutting him off with your mouth on his as his eyes flew open, your raunchy little kisses feeling awfully familiar to that one night he was over and almost stripped you naked over them, already catching himself getting dangerously close to that again as he squeezed his eyes shut and gripped at your delicious waist.
stop stop stopâ
but he couldnât bring himself to put an end to it as he deepened the kiss, your heart fluttering at that as you led him to his bed through your sloppy make out, moving about until the back of his legs hit the edge of his mattress and he plopped down, you instantly climbing onto his lap and straddling him.
yuta felt like he was about to die over the overwhelming feeling of you perched pretty on his lap, or the way the straps of your tiny dress loosened and fell erotically over your bare shouldersâ revealing a little more cleavage to him that took everything he had not to flip you on the bed and stuff his face in there.
he had to stop this⊠he needed to stop this to avoid losing you like everybody wanted him to, like everybody expected him to.
at the feeling of you taking his hand from your waist and sliding it down your godly body to cup your ass, yutaâs eyes snapped open and he forced his lips off yours, the both of you staring at each other in alarm with heaving breaths.
âwhâ what yu?â you spoke breathlessly, you dazedly leaning in again to continue smooching when he literally dodged your lips and moved his head back, likeâ like you were just some random that tried to kiss him.
that was your final straw.
you sat there frozen and heartbroken as he shakily grabbed your hips and carefully sat you down on the bed next to him, him standing and wincing at the feeling of his hard dick being choked out by his jeans as he tried to block out the sight of you on his lap like that.
âman iâm so tired heh!â he began. âiâm gonna go take a quick showerââ
the sound of you suddenly sobbing made him whip his head down to you, his face utterly falling once he saw your trembling shoulders-- crying into your hands as broken hiccups and whimpers filled the air.
holy shit.
âbaby? baby whatâs wrongââ he quickly bent down and cupped your cheeks, his heart dropping to his ass when you practically ripped his hands off you through your tears, sniffling as you scooched back on his bed to get away from him.
oh god.
had youâ had you heard the rumor?
âoh my god.â he breathed out. âyou heard didnât you? theâ the rumor about laylaââ
you sobbed harder at the mention of her name, and yutaâs fingers flew to dig inside the strands of his hair.
âflower i swear to godââ his chest grew erratic as he was one hundred percent convinced you were about to end things with him. âwith everything i have that itâs not trueââ
he dropped his arms and desperately dug around the pockets of his jeans, pulling out his phone once he found it.
âhere!â he shakily unlocked it and tossed it on the bed in front of you. âhere baby here please take it thereâs nothing in there thatââ
but you only slowly shook your head and continued to cry in your little hands, yuta feeling like he was about to lose it.
âno?â he breathed out. âwhy not? whyââ
he frantically shoved his hands in his jeans again and pulled out his car keys, tossing it out in front of you as well as his wallet and anything else he could find in there that he thought would somehow help you believe him.
âhere myâ my keys are there andâ and my wallet please look at them and please donât cryââ
yuta reached out again for you, his trembling hands just barely cupping over your upper arms when you tore yourself away from him again, each time you did that making it feel like his skin was on fucking fire, burning and blistering and stinging with every hiccup that slipped past your lips.
heâd done what he was terrified of doing all this time.
heâd fucked things up with you.
âbaby please donât break up with meââ his voice cracked as he spoke, him sinking down on his knees with arms over the bed. âplease i donât knowâ i donât know if i can take that iââ
âwhy donât you want me?â
he froze, the little quiver in your voice absolutely shattering his heart.
âwhat?ââ
âyou neverâ you never touch me you never initiate anything with meââ
âflowerââ
âyou donât even fucking kiss me anymore yutaâŠâ you sobbed, wiping at your flooding tears as you sniffled. âand thenâ iâm in the kitchen with the VP and layla is in there talking about how you sleep with her andââ
he stood, grabbed your upper arms and held you still over your squirming and nudging to push him away, keeping you in place with wild eyes as he forced you to look at him.
âi would never in a million fucking years cheat on you y/n.â he seriously pushed. ânever. everything that her and her friends are saying is fake i evenâ i even got toma to spy on them so i could figure it outââ
âyou still donât get it!â you sobbed. âthe issue is youâve never wanted me like youâve wanted laylaââ
âwhat the fuck?â he spoke incredulously. âbaby iâve never wanted that girlââ
âthen why donât you ever do anything with me?! orâ or want meââ
you realized then how silly you sounded, embarrassment quickly washing over your system as you looked down and diverted your gaze with pinky cheeks, quieting down with your sniffles.
yutaâs eyes softened then, the dots clicking in his stupid pea sized brain over what you meant, the ache in his chest only growing in mass at the realization that whatever idiotic fucking plan he had about not hurting you, about enlisting distance and avoiding being affectionate with you to prove a point to everybody else, was utterly and entirely wrong.
of course it was wrong⊠how could he ever think that it wasnât? how could he ever think that youâd respond positively to it orâ or be okay with it?
if you ever did what he had done, he would absolutely die insideâ hating himself for letting the speculations of others get in the way of his relationship with you.
his hands slowly slid up from your arms to your cheeksâ gently cupping them and wiping your tears with his thumbs as you trembled.
âyou have no idea how badly iâve wanted to do things with youââ
âyouâre lying!ââ
âno!â he lowered his hands and wrapped you up tight in his arms, stuffing his nose into your neck. âi want you baby i want you so bad i go fucking nutsââ
how could he have neglected his girl and her precious little needs for this long..?
you continued to sniffle and shake in his arms, trying to steady your breathing as he then leisurely let you go, you too preoccupied in your thoughts of regret and ashamed at yourself for being a brat, that you failed to notice the way yuta was unbuckling his belt until you heard the tiny metal clasp clang, his face still in your neck.
âmâsorry pretty flowerâŠâ he murmured, your teary eyes widening at him slowly tugging and sliding his belt through the loops of his jeans. âi havenât been taking care of you have i..?â
âyuâyutaââ
he planted a knee on the bed and crawled on, his upper body coming onto you and giving you no choice but to go down with himâ you softly landing on your back and frozen in place with a palpating heart, him in between your thighs.
âiâve never wanted to fuck a girl so bad in my life.â he hotly breathed out in your neck. âsince we met babyâŠâ
he picked his head up and casted his gaze down, placing his palms on either sides of your plushy thighs and sliding up your dress, further and further until it pooled around your waist and revealed your god forsaken pinky pantiesâ see through and showing him your pretty glistening lips that made him suck in a breath and groan.
âi donât give a shit about layla.â yuta hooked an index finger in the underside of your panties and pulled it to the side, taking a pervy peek at your pussy in the flesh. âi donât give a shit about this stupid frat or anyone but you.â
butterflies swarmed wildly in your tummy as you watched him pop open the button of his jeans with his other hand, tugging it a little down along with his boxers until his cock literally jumped out, your words caught in your throat as you drank in the sight of him giving it a slow yummy pump, his tip already leaky and red.
âiâve been ignoring my pretty girl and not fucking her like she deservesâŠâ he murmured, the sudden feeling of his tip running up and down your gaping cunt making you squeak, you quickly gnawing on your bottom lip after and trying so hard to bite back your moans out of embarrassment, but it nearly impossible with the way he kept teasingly rubbing his dick over your swollen clit over and over.
âiâm sorry flowerââ he positioned himself. âbut iâm too impatient to take off anything else okay?â
you blinked up at him, yuta looking directly at you and fucking possessed by your gorgeous face and your gorgeous body and your gorgeous pussy, his chest heaving as he tried his best not to just throw you around and shove his cock inside.
âoâokayââ
he lined his dick up with your hole. âand mânot using a condom.â
your walls clenched at him saying that, him hovering over you as he took your wrists and set both of your hands on his shoulders before moving an arm down, pulling your panties out to the side even more.
âmkay?â
he absolutely refused to use a condomâ another obvious factor that set you apart from his previous hookups, something your silly little mind shouldnât have even compared yourself to in the first place.
why fucking would he if heâd decided the moment he saw you he would never let you go? never let you out of his sight?
you frantically nodded, your hands clutching at his shoulders then as you eagerly opened your legs a little wider for him, yuta losing it at that and shooting you a wild horny grin.
âgood job babyâŠâ
he placed both hands on your soft hips and slowly eased himself in your slippery little cunt, you immediately gasping at the sudden yummy unfamiliar stretch and tightening your grip on his shirt, a whimper escaping your throat as you attempted to loosen your hole and let him in.
âi know flower i knowââ
yuta was aware that he had to go easy and gentle with you, that you (thankfully) werenât used to cock in general⊠but he nonetheless found that he had to physically restrain his hips from pistoning inside you and making you cry on his dick, something heâd thought about for what felt like ages now.
your little moans and mewls spurred him on as he carefully pumped inside you, his head thrown back with a wide-open mouth and closed eyelids, practically drooling as he got off to the sound of your squelching pussy sucking him in, the mattress rocking underneath you both.
âyouâ you okay baby?â he lulled his head down to look at you, struggling to even keep his eyes open as he kneaded at your hips and fucked you.
âmhm!â you nodded, your sultry sparkling eyes peering up at him so sweetly that he nearly busted inside of you. âbutâ mm!â yuââ
âwhat happened baby..?â
âwannaâ wanna go on topââ
yuta swore he saw the heavens then, the grip he had on your hips tightening as he held your gaze with desperate eyes, unbelieving of the privilege he was about to experience as he without another word pulled out and flipped you both over, you letting out a tiny squeal mixed giggle as he excitedly settled beneath you.
âtell me how okay?â you softly spoke, and he quickly nodded, placing a sweaty palm on your torso and carefully guiding your hole to his tip again, you holding the base of his cock as you tried to contribute and line it up, yuta assisting you by stretching your panties to the side out of the way with his free hand.
âjustâ sink down on it pretty flowerââ he panted, you listening and slowly letting your pussy engulf his puffy tip again.
âlikeâ like this?ââ
yuta licked his lips and nodded, him unable to fucking speak as his hands found yours and interlaced them, his heart pounding and head reeling in euphoria as you started gradually lifting your hips and submerging him inside of youâ your cute little self whining and bouncing so cute on it.
âgooood baby good.â he heaved. âjustâ god just like that pleaseââ
your pace quickened and his jaw dropped, you absolutely lost in the feeling of him stuffing you so full as you felt his warm cum already leaking outside of your holeâ sticky skin slapping together and yutaâs moaning and groaning only growing louder by the second.
âam iâ hic!â am i doing okay?â
âjesus more than okayââ he took you by surprise and snapped his hips up, your tits nearly spilling over your dress at the force as he started thrusting into you at a rapid pace, you crying out as you tightened your interlocked hands and squeezed your eyes shut over the pleasure, already feeling your orgasm itching itself into your system and tickling at your swollen clit.
"fâ fuuuck yuâ" you gasped, your pretty moans going directly in his ears making him fucking shudder and mess up the rhythm he had going for a split second, never in his life hearing something so sugary and sacred.
"m'so fuuuullâ"
"yeah?" yuta wildly smiled as he pounded, loving that he was the one that got to stuff you full of his cock and snatch you up before any other stupid man got to, your red plump lips and pinky cheeks that read nothing but an expression of being fucked out spurring him on so much that he nearly choked, wanting to be the absolute only one that ever got to see you this way.
"you're being so fuckin good for me babyâ"
never in yuta okkotsuâs career of being a former man whore did he ever cum this quickly into sex.
but the sight of you pretty and angelic on his cock, bouncing through his pounding and whimpering your little heart out while he watched you literally squirt over his dick as you finished, his head struggling to register that he was finally fucking you full on his bed after all this timeâ
was the perfect explanation as to why he broke his own record.
yuta let go of your hands and lunged himself at you, wrapping his arms around your torso and yanking you down to lay on top of him, the cage he had around you locked tight as he shoved his nose into your hair and drilled his hips up to fuck you faster, your eyes rolling to the back of your head at his ruthless speed.
âmâgonna cum.â he choked out. âoâokay?â
âfuck! yes yes yesââ
âinside.â
âyes yu please please!ââ
at the sound of you begging for him he released, shooting his heavy stringy load through your gummy hot walls as he loudly groaned into your neck, both of you gasping and heaving for air as he stilled his hips and let his balls completely drain inside, him holding you like his life utterly depended on it.
eventually yuta slightly loosened his hold and moved you up a little to slide his dick out, the air steamy and humid as you both panted and swallowedâ trying to catch your breaths and come down from the blissful horny mess the two of you just participated in.
yuta slid a hand up to hold the back of your head, him turning his to press tiny little kisses to the side of your forehead, waiting and basking in the tender moment you just shared before speaking.
âiâm sorry i havenât been paying attention to you flowerâŠâ he spoke gently. âi let what the rumors were saying get into my head and iââ
he struggled for a bit, you carefully pulling back to look at him properly and pouting over the guilty expression on his face.
âi wanted everybody to stop saying and thinking that i was just using you for a fuck.â he mumbled. âand i was trying to prove it to you too so⊠i thought it was best if i stayed away like a fucking idiot.â
you giggled softly and pressed a sweet kiss to his cheek, him blushing at that.
âyouâre so silly yu...â you kindly smiled. âyouâve never needed to prove anything to me. ever⊠you know that.â
âi know butâ everyone was saying so much shit and i got scared that itâd make you upset and it didââ
âyuta iâm dating you not them.â you gently emphasized, your hand coming up to card through his raven locks. âi couldnât care less about what they have to say⊠but if you start letting it get into your head like that yu, its gonna bleed onto us and affect us. okay?â
he solemnly nodded, eyes looking up at you in shame.
âso donât let it.â a gorgeous smile grew on your lips then. âiâve always believed in you yuta⊠i donât need anybody elseâs two cents to know that, much less if theyâre saying the awful things theyâre saying now. theyâre stinky for that.â
yuta laughed and gave you a kiss, wholeheartedly agreeing.
"i love you pretty girl."
and he believed in you.
from the moment he met you in his kitchen, from the moment your shy pretty voice rejected him in the sweetest way possible, from the moment he started working his ass off to win you over for a solid year straightâ yuta believed in you.
in the both of youâ in what you could purely grow and create despite the two of you being born and raised on complete opposites of the social wheel, defying the idiotic supposed laws of society and finding love in the most unlikely circumstances.
the chances of life bringing you together was one in a million, and yuta was grateful to have landed in it despite everything, for he couldnât imagine a life where he wasnât your man and took you on frequent trips to the aquarium, visiting a silly little penguin who wanted his girl just as much as he did, and eating lunch with you in the loveliest of flower gardens that withheld the nickname he had for you so fittingly.
his reputation upon graduating was no longer of a sleazy good for nothing piece of shit who whored around, but of yuta okkotsuâ president of his frat who reigned for three years straight, the most popular guy to ever fucking exist, the only one who ever managed to throw massive parties every weekâŠ
but of also a guy who simply loved his girlfriend.
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secret hobby - yuuta okkotsu
husband! yuuta x cosplayer! reader
half assed proofread, suggestive, yuuta is 21+, hurt? unintentional neglected wife, but he's a sweetheart!!
âsorry hun, iâll be on a five day trip again. missions :/â
you sigh as you roll over on the ever-so empty bed that had already lost the warmth of your husbandâs presence. re-reading the text over and over, you put on a smile, like usual, and text back.Â
âitâs fine! dw about me okay? let me know when you land!âÂ
the disappointment stings your chest, a shallow hole that slowly grew in size the more you realize how often he's been gone lately. heâs a busy man, a special sorcerer bound to be overwhelmed with missions upon missions. you knew that before dating him, but you disregarded the longing pain and yearn that came with it. you sighed with a heavy heart, turning off the phone because you know he wonât respond until he regains service from the plane heâs probably just boarded. before you can wallow in self pity, you felt the sudden urge to indulge in that secret, but pleasurable hobby you kept hidden from yuuta (which wasnât that hard considering that he was always working..)Â
deep in the closet laid a plastic bin which held your treasured goods, its only been a month or two since you started cosplaying in secret, and it was something enjoyable to pass time. your joy in getting ready for dates was forcibly subsided due to yuutaâs work schedule, so you compensated your self confidence into becoming different characters! the logic was a bit foggy, but you didnât care! being cute anime girls made you happy, and even though you knew yuuta would support it you felt embarrassed, despite being married for almost a year. you searched deep into the bin, rummaging through the stockings, skirts, wigs, and maid costume..? then finally pulled out the character youâve been waiting to cosplay as.
you giddily made your way to the bathroom and grabbed all your make up supplies to start the process. after almost an hour, you put the wig and clothes which were a little bit tight and smiled in the mirror. the esdeath costume was perfect, you brushed the synthetic wig and pulled your phone out to snap a few pics. the reflection in the mirror heavily contrasted the usual look you had everyday, the headband and glasses combo you wore and the matching pajamas that made you look almost like he had a wife he married for years already. the way your cleavage popped out a little and the dolly make up that adorned your face made you feel a little better about yourself. as you snapped the last picture you decided to do a bit of a scandalous pose, giggling to yourself since you were so into the character.Â
you had a whole album of previous cosplays youâve done but it never reached the public eye, or even yuutas. you honestly dont know when the time will come where youâll admit that yeah, you cosplay as cute anime girls to fill in the hole that chipped away due to his absence, which would totally make him feel bad. yuuta is aware of his demanding work schedule and was always worried, but it was you that reassured him it was all fine when deep down it really was affecting you. so this being a coping mechanism almost was something that you would be able to work through.Â
what you didnât hear was the sound of the front door of your shared apartment opening and familiar footsteps drawing near to the bedroom, then to the front of the bathroom door where you were standing. you were too engrossed with your character that you didnât here the soft voice of your lover, the one that was supposedly going on a five day trip.Â
ây/n? hun? i forgot my bag in there can you open up?â he said almost.. apologetically as if he was interrupting your time in the bathroom.Â
shit.. you thought, the sound of his voice made your heart leap into ten different areas of your body, and you felt the blood rush to your face as you currently realize your situation. you were dressed.. as esdeath, and your husband came home to get something from the bathroom. you was certain that he wouldnât come back until five days, i shouldve waited to put this on after knowing he landed safely⊠shit! you panicked, you could only think of two options, wipe everything off your face and throw the wig in the shower.. however the wig wouldve definitely turn into a sea of knots which would be a pain to untie laterâ or reveal your guilty pleasure. you snapped out of your thoughts as yuutaâs voice called out again.
ây/n? are you okay? sorry, no rush, but i need to run back to the airport really soon. can i just come in and grab it really quick?â he said with a hint of guilt. god hes making this worse! heâs too sweet about this! âuh yeah! hold on ill grab it..â you said with a nervous chuckle and grabbed his small bag that he was asking for. you opened the door just a crack where your can reach out and hand it to him. he thanked you and took the bag, but his (bigger) arm knocked into the crack of the door, sending it back an inch but enough to see the mirror that was reflecting your appearance. his eyes widened as he caught the blue hair andâ strange outfit you had on. but what his eyes landed on was the short skirt that you wore, he canât remember the last time he saw you like that.Â
you shut the door immediately and spoke âalright, let me know when you land okay? be safe!â but he didnât respond. after a beat of silence she spoke âyuu?âÂ
he snapped out of it and laughed awkwardly, was he imagining things? his voice came out dry as he spoke, âa-ah yeah thanks.. umâŠÂ y/n?â he said a bit hesitantly.Â
âwhat?â you said a bit clueless, thinking after this you would immediately take this off and was barely safe from him finding out.Â
âuh- well.. i was curious..â he paused as he blushed a bit âare you.. wearing a wig?âÂ
your heart dropped down to your ass as he asked that. âw-w-what!? yuu dont be ridiculous.â you said laughing but he could read you like a book.
âbaby.. can you come out?â he said with that gentle and soft voice you could never resist. you hesitated a bit, well.. the cat was out of the bag right? before you can argue you gave in and walked out your face red and covering yourself a bit. he was silent for a bit and you couldnât face him for your life rightnow, the shame and embarrassment was eating you alive because you were literally in a whole get up of some anime character. mind you, he hasnât known a lick of this hobby you had, but he knew you liked anime and those shows.Â
âi-its for halloween.. so i was just trying it on.â you said half assed.Â
âbaby.. august just started.â he said âand you never get dressed like this for halloweenâ he said and he hit the nail right on the head as you cowarded away. you felt so embarrassed you can honestly cry, your shame eating you alive as your eyes watered, but before you can open your mouth he grabbed your hands away from covering yourself. you looked at him with wide eyes and you saw the way he looked- the way he looked when he was obviously wanting something from you, the puppy gaze you oh love so much.Â
ây-you look really pretty..â he said quietly and his face was a bit blushed. you blinked once, then twice and realized what he said âhuh?â
âi said, you look really pretty right now.â he said again a bit louder. you felt the blood rush to your face as you sputtered. âw-wait like this..?â she said as he leaned back to take a good look and he nodded. âyeah, since when did you dress up like this?â he asked entranced at your figure. you felt your brain short-circut but responded shyly âuhm.. like a month or two ago..â she said. he looked a bit surprised, you watched his expression grow a bit of disappointment and.. guilt? âwhy didnât you tell me?â he mumbled almost sadly. you couldnât explain everything right now- especially wanting to save him from the guilt even more but it seemed like he was already feeling bad. before she can speak he leaned in and hovered his lips over hers, which made her eyes widened.
ây-yuu! whats- up with you?â you said a bit flustered and he looked at you with dazed eyes, almost as if he didnât know himself. âi-i dont know but i need you, iâve been a bad husband havenât i? neglecting you like this, having you hide these things from me. how could i ever forgive myself?âÂ
you widened your eyes at his words, he truly felt guilty and you didnât understand why since, it wasnât that big of a deal right? he had his work duties and you respected that, but before you can speak he held your cheek with softness and tilted his head which made your heart explode. âcan i kiss you right now?â he said vulnerably, and you nodded as he captured your lips in a soft kiss, the passion and need that was building up within you for all the time that was left with you yearning and restless in an empty, cold bed. you whimpered into the kiss as he pulled away. âim sorry, can i make it up to you?â he said softly, and your heart fluttered as if you fell in love all over again. âbut- your flight! and mission! what if youâreââ but he cut you off with a finger to your lips, you watched his lips (now a bit red because of your lipgloss transferring to his) turn into a grin, âi can be a little late, whats more important is making my wife feel good.â he said as he pulled her into an embrace which made her blush.Â
âare you only saying this because im dressed up as some anime chick?â you said pouting and he let out a small chuckle. âmaybe.. but regardless i did miss you, and even in your lounge wear i still have to hold myself back.â he admitted and she turned red again, this whole time he was holding back when she was constantly yearning for his touch? that was one thing about yuuta, he never wanted to intrude or push you into things that he wanted, when in reality you wanted his touch, his pleasure, and honestly, his whole being.
âyou're an idiot.â