Angel

as the night wears on, everything starts to feel nauseating: the aftertaste of alcohol lingering on the tip of your tongue, the relentless bass that continues to pulse beneath your skin. even the outfit you spent way too long picking out has become suffocating, sticking to your body, pleading to be taken off.

4AM.

that’s what your phone's screen displays, drawing a weary sigh from your lips. it’s not that you dislike partying, but as you've sobered up more than once now, fatigue has ultimately settled into every part of you; you want to go home.

you watch enviously as the college students gradually quit the mansion, undoubtedly belonging to some spoiled rich dude who throws expensive parties, in the desperate aim of getting popular.

especially with women.

something that irks you—not exactly because you find that random dude's tactics pathetic, but because if you can't slip away into the comfort of your pajamas, you have someone cut from the same cloth to thank for it.

but in his case, he doesn’t need money to have women lining up for him. despite being fully aware of the toxic mess he is, women would still pay for one chance to go on date with him, for the slimmest possibility of winning his untouchable heart.

all because this man's face and body cards are… priceless. absolutely priceless. the kind of otherworldly beauty and effortless sensuality that makes every penny worth it.

but that’s far from the whole story.

regarding his bedroom affairs, rumors describe him as one of a kind, the promise of an unforgettable experience that every woman apparently has to try before she dies. he may be deep in student debt and struggle to make ends meet every month, but the man is filthy rich in other departments.

anyway, stuffs that you've heard against your will. in every hallway, girls can't help but chatter about him and his hot bestie jay. shallow gossips that has half the women of your college buzzing, whereas they make you roll your eyes.

that kind of guy… no, just no.

the thrill of push & pull with hearttrobs can be entertaining, sexy, whatever, sure, but for you, as years pass, you now long for a genuine, stress-free relationship, an authentic romance; uncomplicated and sweet, one where you don't have to guess your partner's hidden intentions.

that's why earlier, during the party, when a girl, that you saw around in classes, approached you—knowing your relationship with him, you responded without a second thought.

“aren't you worried?” she inquired out of curiosity, probably a bit drunk.

you frowned, unsure. “worried? about what?”

“you know, to be his next target.” upon hearing this, you couldn't hold back the humorless laugh that came out, immediately knowing who she was talking about; as always, they all come to you for him, because of him.

“i'm not.” you assured her with a little chuckle, almost baffled that she could even wonder such a thing. “he’d never do that with me, and to be honest, nothing he could try would work on me.”

because finding someone attractive is one thing, desiring them is another. and in your eyes, aside his appearance, nothing about sunghoon… is dateable.

you know him too well, way too well. what he truly is beneath his perfect looks, beyond the mere red flag stories that no one ever takes seriously, the countless “i can change him” attempts that end in major heartbreaks: his unredeemable self. all those girls, blinded by their delusions and romantic hearts, want to be the one for him. and he lets them believe that they can.

“really? so if the park sunghoon tries to hit on you, you wouldn't be tempted even a little?”

full of confidence, voice even tinged with a hint of contempt. maybe a bit too loud.

“that's right, i’d never be.”

indeed, park sunghoon is your average fuckboy; a label perhaps even too mild for him. he does the regular stuffs; sleeping around and getting taken home by various pretty girls he meets (and never the other way around since his place... well), flirting with multiple women at once—always keeping his options open as a true strategist.

but that's not his specialty. what he excels at is the chase: the thrill of pursuing, the satisfaction of winning, and then the inevitable break. chase and break.

it doesn’t take him long to charm someone. one night, one week. two for the most resilient ones. his entire being seemingly crafted by the heavens and carefully perfected by his own self.

no one can help but notice sunghoon’s tall and charismatic figure when he walks into a room, a man that stands out even from a distance.

he has naturally thick black hair, the kind that makes you want to run your fingers through it just to see if it’s as silky as it looks.

he wears a subtle, masculine fragrance, a scent that lingers in your mind long after you’ve parted ways.

his eyes are deep and mesmerizing, the kind you have to look away from if he tries to draw you in with them.

he even has an unexpectedly cute charm: a bright eye smile with two little fangs that peek out.

despite his cool beauty, sunghoon carries a warm aura. he has a natural talent for striking up conversations, making women laugh and feel comfortable enough to let their guard down. even men fall victim to his charm.

at first, sunghoon will sympathize, listen patiently to your problems. then, he will get comfortable with you: an arm casually draped over your shoulder, fingers gently playing with your hair in a comforting gesture, a knee brushing against yours "without meaning to". the kind of touch that catches you off guard at first, only to become something you gradually get used to.

giving his all to make you question everything you’ve heard about him and eventually disregard his record as a total bastard.

looks like an angel, but he's a trauma in the flesh.

[…]

a few meters away.

the bathroom is thick with steam and cloying perfumes. two bodies press together, mouths locked in messy kisses. one aches with desire, while the other trembles with repressed anger ; her teeth graze his skin, desperate to make him hers, her hands pull his hair, whereas he’s groping her curves coarsely, slowly venturing into her secret sanctuary, with no hesitation whatsoever.

“sunghoon,” the girl whispers feverishly the next instant, as his skilled right-hand fingers already send her to seventh heaven, his left hand quietly rummaging through her purse. “what did you say your dad did for a living? ” the girl writhers in pleasure, her moans echoing the dimly lit room. “pl-plastic surgeon”, barely managing to reply between her gaps. her response makes him nod approvingly, with a slight pout of his bottom lip.

after getting his hands on one of her credit cards, sunghoon calmly slips it into the back pocket of his jeans, as if he were doing this every day. “tell me your name again” between uneven breaths, she replies, “gi-giselle”.

sunghoon chuckles, curling his fingers against her sensitive spot and making her cry louder, “okay, pretty giselle”, he teases with a hint of disdain, cupping her cheeks with his free hand, “show me what those big lips of yours can do then,” in no time, the sharp clink of a belt being unbuckled and the rasp of a zipper sliding open echo through the walls.

[…]

if anyone wonders how sunghoon, despite his broke ass, always wears designer clothes, owns expensive watches, glasses, caps and a whole drawer of calvin klein underwear… well, it's because they're all gifts from his ex fucks, whether they get them for him or he gets them himself using their card.

hidden within his easygoing nature lies deceit.

sunghoon drives women crazy, especially the rich ones spoiled by their parents, likely pursuing them out of envy and convenience.

he's known for his love-bombing: the excessive affection, the clinginess, the jealousy that makes them feel special. he buries them under attention, sweet words and intoxicing intimacy.

he effortlessly has these girls crawl at his feet, wrapped around his finger, all while never committing. and it has to be said: sunghoon leaves them no real way out. should one of them ever try to walk way before he decided, he'd become as harmless as a lamb to talk her out of it.

sunghoon always wins, because that’s the moment they realize just how deeply in love they are, how emotionally dependent they've become of his attention. and he takes advantage of it: for weeks, sometimes months, sunghoon basks in their care, affection and wealth; a true sugar boy.

then, just as suddenly as it began, it’s over.

he ends things before any of these girls can understand anything, beg him to reconsider. the moment he’s gotten what he wants and found his next pretty wealthy girl to pursue, sunghoon disappears. his early warmth immediately vanishing, replaced by the coldness of his haunting absence. and if there is one thing about park sunghoon, he never comes back. never.

what does sunghoon exactly want?

easy money? a fleeting connection? a semblance of power? no one knows and he never told you, probably doesn’t know himself. so it remains a mystery, one worth a pile of broken hearts, with the answer buried in the intricacies of his wounded soul.

one time, you two were resting beneath a tree on the college lawn. his head was laying comfortably on your lap and your fingers were absentmindedly running through his soft hair; a proximity deemed normal between you.

during that peaceful moment, sunghoon mentioned that he's actually incapable of falling in love with someone. a statement that made you raise an eyebrow, curious and sceptical, because… you don’t believe that.

what could your best friend possibly know when he's never given himself a chance to experience love? always running away the moment his heart emits a hint of genuine tenderness—not the tenderness he’s learned to feign so perfectly on the surface, but the very one that makes him feel attached and vulnerable.

in your eyes, sunghoon is scared. trapped by his traumas, as cliché as it sounds. you would never say that to him though; his ego wouldn't be able take it, so the words remain anchored in your chest.

the only thing you do know is what started it all. that endless, vicious circle, he keeps drowning in without ever trying to resurface: the aftermath of growing up in an abusive household—visible and invisible scars left etched across his being, wounds that he choose to conceal rather than heal.

a story he narrated while drunk (again). muscled arms wrapped around your hips, holding you tightly with a tint of despair and loneliness. his head heavy resting in your neck, his unsteady breath skimming over your skin.

and you weren't unbothered by his behavior, right? you were simply lending him an ear:

a father who had run away with his mistress and never cared for his existence. a mother who had fallen into gambling and habitual drunkenness, taking her anger out on the son who carried the same face as her cheating ex-husband:

“adeul, your own mom hates you, so how could any woman ever truly love you?”

painful words that made you understand what drove sunghoon to hurt innocent women, one by one.

when one feels worthless, they can become heartless.

still.

nothing could ever justify his trash behavior. and to make things worse, sunghoon is the kind of asshole who doesn’t feel an ounce of remorse.

he even lets you deal with the consequences of his brutal separations: you're the one wiping the hot tears from his ex lovers' flushed cheeks, telling them the words they need to hear so they don't completely fall apart.

although sunghoon wants you to believe he's busy with something important, every time he ends things with yet another girl, you're aware that those recurring "coincidences" are nothing but blatant lies.

still, you always assumed that if he leaves you to deal with his girls, it’s because he only knows how to break things, not how to fix them. no one ever taught him, so, you just do it for him.

after all, how could a mechanic repair a car without ever learning how?

that's when folks begin to wonder: what are you doing in the life of a guy like that and why did he spare you?

all things considered, you'd say you're a fairly pretty girl, not breathtakingly beautiful but one who usually receive sweet compliments upon first meeting.

you're not loaded, but your family is well-off. thanks to your excellent grades, which you work hard for, you earn a scholarship and live comfortably in a single student apartment.

your relationship with your parents is a good one too. they call you often to check on you, send you money without you even asking—their bank transfers, always accompanied by a lovely note: "for our lovely daughter ♡". they show you love through many different ways.

things sunghoon clearly envies, among many others.

in short, you've never had a particularly difficult life and you check quite a few boxes on his target type. like, to be precise, you are sunghoon's type. so why not... you?

it all started one fine morning, two years ago. you had pulled over to the roadside in a quiet residential area near the university, just like every morning. after grabbing your coffee on the way, you sat on the hood of your car, sipping it slowly as you tried to wake yourself up properly.

but that's when your peaceful morning was disrupted.

furious shouts from a man suddenly erupted from the building across, voice booming as he yelled at someone to “get the fuck out of there, little bastard.” a loud bang followed, the sound of door being thrown open, along a feminine voice seemingly whining about the situation, and unmistakable sounds of a heated pursuit.

then you saw a guy in his twenties stumbling down the building's stairs. black hair, a plausibly handsome face, and a well-built body, because, yeah, the most noticeable thing… naked. he was completely naked, with nothing but a pair of jeans barely covering his private parts.

while he was panicking, glancing over his shoulder at the beefy guy chasing after him and unsure which way to run along the sidewalk, that was when he spotted you.

your eyes met and your fates were sealed.

a glimmer of hope flashed across his face, his gaze immediately painting you as his savior. but you were no heroine, you just wanted to drink your coffee in peace before heading to class. you certainly didn't want to get involved into his mess as well, so you broke eye contact and looked away, pretending you hadn't seen him.

surely, any passerby would come to your aid if they witnessed the scene: a 180cm tall guy, bare as a newborn chick, standing in the middle of the street, about to inconvenience you.

unfortunately, that wasn't enough to keep him from approaching you. you learned that day that he was a persistent man.

seeing him more closely, extra careful not to look lower, you noticed that his face was familiar to you: wasn't that the campus hottie begging you right now?

“please help me, i'll repay you five times over,” was the first thing sunghoon ever said to you.

even though you didn't feel like helping him—something telling you he was far from being a helpless victim, you had to admit you were weak when it came to lost-puppy eyes, especially when they belonged to a guy as fine as him.

you also knew that his repeated pleas (and that chiseled torso) would stay on your mind if you drove away without helping.

besides, it wasn't exactly unpleasant to have the college's heartthrob indebted to you.

when you caught sight of what you later learned was the girl's enraged father nearby, you made your decision. with an amused sigh and a slight clearing of your throat, you locked eyes with sunghoon and gave a quick nod toward the passenger door of your car.

the look of relief had barely crossed his pale face before the door slammed shut, sunghoon already having taken refuge inside your car.

after drinking the last drop of your coffee and tossing the cup into the trash beside you, you didn't waste another second: you rushed to the driver's side and started the engine without delay, the father's threatening shouts echoing from behind as the car quickly drove away.

that was how your first encounter with sunghoon went: his bare cheeks on your seat, the sound of your laughter filling the car as he told you the full story. worth mentioning that you arrived late that day for class because your passenger princess obviously had the nerve to ask you to stop by his place so he could grab some clothes; just another thing he owed you.

anyway, something was born between you that day. a strange friendship, an impenetrable bond, a connection that shouldn't exist.

you've become the closest woman in his life, his female best friend (since jay is there for the male representation), the one sunghoon trusts completely aside from jay.

ironically, rescuing him thay day earned you a very special place in his unfathomable heart.

and after two years of friendship, sunghoon has never once made a move on you. you always assumed, out of gratitude or something along those lines, which is why you're confident he never would.

even if things have never been said out loud, it has somehow been established that you're simply his best friend and nothing more.

if your values regarding love don't align at all, friendship is different. sunghoon is precious to you. you're both fun and chill, you bicker constantly but never had a serious fight. you love his cheery presence, his quirky sense of humor, but also the way he stays up late just to let you rant about your day, making sure you've let go of all your stress before going to sleep. or the way sunghoon somehow always knows when you need one of his huge, heartwarming hugs.

beyond the popular red flag who breaks girls' hearts, sunghoon remains a friend worth cherishing, after being torn apart by his dysfunctional family. especially after hearing his past and seeing him at his lowest, the thought of abandoning your best friend and cutting ties with him has become unthinkable.

even though you can't fix him, you've made it your personal mission to warm his cold heart as best you can.

nevertheless, much to your regret, the car incident also made you his accomplice in all his mischief with girls, somehow turning you into his unofficial relationship manager.

calling him out on his behavior and coaxing him to stop were things you used to do, but as your words always went in one ear and out the other a second later, you eventually gave up and accepted your fate.

sunghoon doesn't care, no matter how many times you try.

to ease your guilt about being best friends with a massive player, you sometimes try to sabotage his plans—cockblocking him, behind his back; secretly warning the girls, giving him the wrong address for his dates...

however, it hardly ever works because first, sunghoon is somehow always one step ahead of you. second, his girls often end up thinking you're… jealous, which makes you sigh every time.

they only realize later, when you're the one comforting them, instead of the man they want, with a look that says, “i told you so”… because sunghoon doesn't even bother leaving them on read. after the breakup, he deletes their number and texts straight away.

back to the present, the party.

speak of the devil, here he is at last: the finest student on campus, its infamous don juan and your one and only best friend, park sunghoon.

or rather, what is left of him at this moment. he emerges from a dark corridor, trying to walk properly, with dignity.

alas, he only looks like a disheveled mess who’d a very good time: red lipstick smears the corner of his fleshy lips, a few hickeys ravage his neck, and his hair is slightly disheveled from obviously being pulled, not to mention under his leather jacket, his shirt is almost wide open, held together by a single, overworked button.

once again, he looks like a mess, but undoubtedly the most beautiful mess.

of course, as soon as sunghoon spotted you leaning lazily against the bar, his unsteady steps instinctively led him toward you, as if drawn by a magnet. because he knows you're waiting for him, like the perfect bestie that you are. you wouldn’t let him go home alone, not when he is in such a drunken state.

and even if you ever dare to leave without him (which you've done before… twice), he would find his way to your apartment, one way or another. no matter what time it is, he'd ring your doorbell until you finally open the door. then he’d win as you always let him in before your neighbors complain or call the cops.

when sunghoon gets near you, your eyes meet with a spark of playfulness. regardless of how tired and fed up you are from waiting for him, you can't help but laugh when he winks and flashes that stupid smug smirk; silly shameless man.

“cinderella, midnight struck long ago; it's time to go home.” you tease him with a weary smile.

“sorry, fairy godmother, a demure and lovely lady didn’t want to let me go,“ he replies, now standing before you. he slightly shifts his head, exposing his neck to prove his point, showing you the hickeys you've already noticed.

you roll your eyes and chuckle, “i don't need to ask if you enjoyed your night out, huh?” you don't wait for his answer, only hearing him snicker, before reaching out your hand, “give me the keys to your junk” not bothering to be polite and simply gesturing him with your fingers.

like an obedient puppy, sunghoon listens and slips the car keys into your palm. then, as if he were on an invisible leash, he naturally follows you when you start heading toward the doorway; words are no longer necessary between the two of you.

when you step outside, the winter chill immediately catches up with you. you still take a deep breath, relieved to finally escape the heavy smell of cigarettes and alcohol. however, your relief is short-lived.

as you both walk over to sunghoon's car, you notice a girl leaning against its rusty bodywork, waiting.

you slow your pace, sighing in annoyance because you know her: wonyoung.

you've spoken to her several times, consoling her each time, yet it seems like nothing is ever enough for her to forget sunghoon.

and of course, at that exact moment, the familiar click of a lighter echoes behind you: sunghoon. that coward has conveniently stopped in his tracks to light a cigarette. in other words, he also spotted his ex situationship and doesn't want to deal with her.

“what are you doing waiting outside in this weather, wonyoung… just go home before you catch a cold,” you throw as you walk toward her, your eyes linger on her chanel coat.

she glances at the man behind you, who pointedly ignores her. “can i just have a word with him? please.” her voice trembles and glisten with unshed tears.

you sigh again, both frustrated and embarrassed. “do i really need to tell you that he has nothing to say to you? i think you can figure that out yourself.”

normally you're nicer, but it's almost 5 a.m., and there is only one thing you want: going home. like now is not the time.

“look,” you continue, lowering your voice so that nosy ass sunghoon can't overhear. “you're such a beautiful girl who deserves better… than this guy. i swear, you'll soon find someone who genuinely cherish you. sunghoon isn't worth your tears,” as she starts sobbing in front of you, making you shift uncomfortably. “you know very well how it works with him: once it's over, it's over for good,” you said, giving her shoulder a sympathetic pat.

you think you've wrapped it up nicely, yet your words seem to trigger something in her, since she snaps the next moment. “you talk as if it were easy to move on.” amid her tears, wonyoung lets out a nerve-wracked, bitter laugh. “you can't understand because he never tried anything with you.”

she slaps your hand off her shoulder. “but now that i know him better, i'm sure of it. y/n, instead of comforting all his exes, you should be watching out for yourself.”

after those blunt words, wonyoung finally storms off, leaving you… more than a little perplexed, your eyebrows knit together as you watch her silhouette fade into the night. you let out a nervous laugh.

what is she on? wonyoung only said that to get back at you... right? like, blowing off some steam?

you don't have time to dwell on her words before you feel warm breath on your neck.

“sunghoon isn't worth your tears?”

you jump at the familiar deep voice repeating your words right beside your ear.

spinning around, you smack sunghoon's chest, making him stumble back a few steps as his laughter rings through the quiet street.

“if you're so interested in the things i say to your ex fuck, next time you can say them yourself.”

you head toward the driver's door, your annoyance making every movement sharper than necessary; something sunghoon notices right away as he slips into the passenger seat.

“hey, why are you mad? i'm the one who got insulted.” he raises an eyebrow, still teasing you, knowing you'll eventually cool off if he makes you laugh.

you don't turn to him as he hopes though and instead start the engine.

still, you can't help wondering why you're suddenly so irritated. sure, sunghoon has the audacity to tease you right after you'd finished yet another emotionally taxing conversation with one of his ex fucks—a conversation where you got chewed out because of him.

but you shouldn't be worked up since he does this shit (annoying you and startling you at the most random moments) all the time.

deep down, though, you can probably guess what's really bothering you; if sunghoon overheard what you said under your breath, then he must have heard what wonyoung before storming off too. and yet... he pretends of nothing, doesn't react.

you've been driving in silence for a few minutes now, and you feel sunghoon fidgeting in his seat; he hates it when you go quiet on him, give him the cold shoulder.

“when we get to your house, i'll cook you ramen, y/n. stop ignoring me,” he complains in the most childish way. is his grown ass really doing aegyo?

you immediately recall the last overcooked bowls of ramen sungoon made for you and start chuckling.

at the sound of your laughter, sunghoon's features melt into a warm, smug expression, revealing his precious eye smile; he managed to make you laugh, just as he hoped.

“i comfort girls crying because of you, and all you have to give me in return is soggy ramen?” you tease, throwing his words back to him.

his face twists into an offended expression, holding his chest, pretending to be hurt by what you said. “i cooked these ramen with my whole heart and that’s what you think of it? damn, girls are so heartless.”

a bemused scoff slips past your lips. “wow, you really have no shame, mr. park.”

you shake your head at his nonsense, laughing along with him. “and what do you mean, my house? you’re sleeping in your own bed tonight.”

another round of complaints comes out off sunghoon. “y/n, i’m too drunk to go back” he whines. from his furrowed eyebrows to exaggerated pout and pleading voice, he tries really hard to soften you up.

“but i thought i was heartless?” sunghoon instantly drops the fake whining and leans closer, placing his hand on the driver's seat.

his woody fragrance mixed with the faint smell of cigarettes lit earlier suddenly fills your senses. without realizing, your back tenses slightly.

you like that scent, because it’s familiar, because it's his, and somehow, you can tell he's very aware of it.

“i was joking; you’re the most marvelous girl, y/n. just let me sleep at your place.” you quickly shoot him an annoyed glance, only to get caught in his steady gaze. you clear your throat and turn your attention back to the road.

“please,” he adds in a sickeningly sweet tone, one he knows you’ll eventually yield to.

“fine.” you can feel his smile right beside your neck.

this little shit. he pulls away, sitting properly back into his seat, now that he got what he wanted—as always.

you've stopped counting the number of times sunghoon has crashed at your place, your couch being his bed of choice, to the point where the leather has molded to the shape of his body.

his part-time job in a shady bar helps pay for his tuition. since his grades are barely average, he doesn't qualify for scholarships and can't afford student housing.

so, technically, even though sunghoon claims he doesn't have a home, he still lives with his horrible mother. if he had his own place, he’d know his mom would show up constantly, pestering him for money.

besides, it's convenient that none of his fucks know his actual address, avoiding any more confrontation after the breakups. so in a way, it's a blessing in disguise.

because, yeah, the two persons who end up pay for this lifestyle are jay and you.

you both have an unwanted roommate, who is repeatedly staying over, eating your food in the fridge, doing his laundry without contributing to anything. you're honestly getting a little tired of drying his calvin klein underwear…

but you let him anyway, because the only thing of real value sunghoon owns (aside from the gifts from his girls) is his car, a sentimental inheritance from his late grandfather, which breaks down more often than it runs.

for an ill-fated guy, sunghoon does have golden best friends.

and so, the road to your home carries on, cocooned in the warmth of your laughs and bickerings… completely oblivious to sunghoon's calculative gaze, lingering discreetly on you. because little did you know, even walls have ears.

the days, weeks and months pass by in the same familiar routine: you sleep, wake up, buy your coffee on the way to campus, often with sunghoon by your side. you attend class together (when he isn’t somewhere skipping them), eat lunch together and then part ways when it comes to study, sunghoon always coming up with some excuse to escape.

you spend most of your days with your best friend, sometimes with jay too, when neither of them os busy "dating" girls. saturday nights are often marked by parties (dragged by sunghoon), though you always make sure you're up to date with your studying before you go.

to sum it up, nothing unusual happens.

but you don't know why. sometimes, in the middle of class, your mind wanders. ever since that eventful evening one month ago, wonyoung's words have lingered in your mind, leaving behind a curiosity that won’t let you rest: what did she hear or notice that made her tell you to watch out?

you also remember the random girl who approached you a few hours earlier and asked you if you were worried that he might try to hit on you one day.

like, twice in the same night, something is off.

is it just a coincidence? just girls into sunghoon, perhaps envious of how close you are to him? or is there really something you’ve failed to notice?

after two years of being best friends, you know almost everything about him, or at least you think you do. did they say those things because of how physically close you are? in the sense that cuddling, tickling, resting his head on your lap, stomach or shoulder are have always been normal between the two of you, but maybe not to anyone else?

to you, it's no big deal, especially since sunghoon has never crossed the line: no inappropriate touches, no attempts to kiss or anything like that, even though he had so many opportunities, with the number of times he's gotten drunk and could have easily blamed it on a “mistake”.

there must be something else, something you're missing. to be honest, you kind of hate yourself for doubting sunghoon when he’s never done anything wrong, at least not to you.

but anyway, let's call it female intuition. after all, your bestie is no regular guy, and if other girls noticed something, there’s definitely a reason for it.

however, you decide to put these doubts aside for now, especially since they might be completely infounded.

valentine’s day is coming up, and this year, you don't want to spend it alone.

you’ve had boyfriends before, three, to be exact. but none of these relationships lasted, since it was never true love. your reasoning was simple: once the initial spark faded, there’s no point in holding on to a relationship that’s bound to fall apart sooner or later.

but ever since your last boyfriend two years ago, you have to confess: you've been struggling on the dating scene.

the boys look at you with interested, especially at student parties. but strangely enough, they rarely ever approach you. you assume it's probably a generational thing, like these days men wait for women to make the first move instead of the other way around. still, it's safe to say you’ll never be the one to approach a guy first, as a proud old-school girlie.

it bums you to think that the last time you kissed a really cute guy was a year ago. jungwon, that was his name you recall. you were in a party and you had danced together, had a great chat. the chemistry was there, the kiss was hot. you could’ve definitely gone home together, and who knows, maybe even have tried dating afterwards, considering he seemed like a genuinely good boy.

but when jungwon went to refill your empty glasses, he never came back. you ended up spending the rest of the night alone, waiting for sunghoon as always, before ultimately heading back to your apartment with him instead.

on the way home, you had yapped to sunghoon about it, laughing awkwardly as you did. you joked that maybe jungwon simply didn't like you that much and had come up with an excuse to run away, or perhaps you’d forgotten know how to kiss someone properly.

sunghoon hadn't reacted much, merely letting out a quiet laugh at your story. all he’d muttered was that the guy was an idiot who didn't know what he was missing. you'd answered with a smile, “yup, that’s right,” more to boost your own spirits than anything else, before quickly moving on. you had exams to focus on then, so it didn't really matter.

but now, after last year's failure, your longing for a handsome, kind boyfriend is becoming harder and harder to ignore. like, you miss having with a sweet guy to go on simple dates with, someone to cuddle up with at home in front of a movie while the fireplace crackles beside you.

especially with the season of love around the corner and all the little things that makes you wish you weren't single.

and as if cupid had heard your lonely prayers, just a few days later, the love bell came knocking at your door.

as you're putting your things away in your locker, you notice a tall figure standing behind the small metal door. glancing down, you spot a pair of black sneakers and expect to see sunghoon, who'd left a few minutes earlier after telling you to wait for him.

however, when you shut your locker, you're met not by the familiar handsome face of your best friend, but by another man who's just as fine in an entirely different way.

you've seen him around before, whether on campus or at parties, but more than anything, you've heard about him. sim jake, a name that's just as often on the lips of college girls. but unlike sunghoon, it's for all the right reasons: kind, studious, loyal, wealthy, while also being undeniably sexy. in short, the whole package.

you arch an eyebrow, intrigued by what the golden boy could possibly want from you.

“hey, i'm jake,” he opens the conversation smoothly, without a trace of shyness, offering you a perfect smile.

“hi jake.” you reply with a subtle, flirtatious smile. even if he came to see you for something else entirely, having the sim jake right in front of you, looking so scrumptious, isn't something that happens every day. so, for once, you decide to drop the whole waiting-for-him-to-make-the-first-move thing and take the initiative. “i already know who you are, but do you know who i am?”

“of course i do, y/n,” he says, spelling your name out with his attractive australian accent, a charming laugh escaping his lips, coupled with a devastating smirk.

your heart skips a beat. is he flirting back? unsure, you try to keep your composure, making sure you don't starting blushing like a fool, although you're already melting like chocolate inside.

“so, what brings sim jake to my locker?” you ask sweetly, letting his name linger on your tongue like a piece of candy, your interest in him now impossible to hide.

“well, i'll be direct. i've been trying to approach for a while this pretty girl i'm talking with right now. i'd like to go on a date with her you know, to see if we match or something.”

you chuckle at his words and play along with him. “for a while, really? interesting. if she is who i think she is, i think she might be fine with that.”

although he still has a playful gleam in his gaze, you see jake’s lips tremble slightly; he looks hesitant. “but is it fine to him tho?”

your smile slowly fades, leaving behind only but m a thin, bittersweet line.

you understand immediately who he's referring to, and you don't like how quickly the realization hits you, like the way it's so obvious to you.

in fact, it's quite bothersome.

in the early months of your friendship, people did misunderstand you as sunghoon’s girlfriend—or more like, his fwb. but after two years, most of people around the campus know now that you’re friends, only friends. so someone like jake, #popular, has to know.

still, you pretend to half know. “him?” you scoff, “you mean park sunghoon?”

he nods without saying a word.

“we're only friends, why would he have an issue with this?” you retort, your voice tinged with amused curiosity.

jake's smile lingers, but his eyes narrow slightly, silently asking, are you serious?

“have you really not noticed, or have you noticed and you're just pretending you haven't?”

you remain silent, chuckling under your breath as you shake your head in quiet confusion.

again.

when you don't respond, jake continues, a little flustered.

“sorry, that was a bit rude of me. let's just… focus on us, if you allow me.”

you nod thoughtfully. without answering his previous question, you skip straight to, “where and what time?” decisively changing topic, no longer beating around the bush.

jake instinctively runs a hand through his thick brown hair, visibly relieved that he hasn't ruined everything.

“are you free tonight? i know this australian bar, they serve excellent beers and burgers. it's cozy, nothing too fancy, we can chill, have a few drinks and chat.”

you absolutely love the date idea, and are about to say yes without a second thought.

then, you remember that you reluctantly promised to help sunghoon study tonight, after he begged you at least fifteen times. with no surprise, he failed several exams in a row and is now at risk of repeating the year, something he absolutely can't afford financially.

“not tonight, i have to study for an upcoming exam,” you lie, keeping to yourself that you'll actually be playing professor for a certain someone else instead, though you don't understand why you chose to hide it.

you notice the disappointment on his adorable puppy face, so you rush to reassure him: “but tomorrow, yeah, i'd really like to.” his big smile returns at the mention of it, and you find yourself smiling back warmly. both of your eyes light up with excitement as you exchange numbers.

and once again, you remain unaware of the man nearby, watching the entire exchange, leaning against a locker, a pissed-off look on his face.

in the dim light of your living room, class materials are scattered everywhere; your computer sits on the corner of the coffee table, while sunghoon's textbooks and exam papers are covered in your neat handwriting. you spent the evening studying together, explaining the parts he didn't understand or had completely missed.

you sat beside each other, bodies close enough that you could feel his warmth against your skin, shoulders and fingers brushing every now and then. but again, none of this, this kind of closeness, feels unusual for you guys.

the only thing on your mind is that you clearly deserve to be paid for your tutoring, but then again, hey, sunghoon is your beloved, broke, and irresponsible best friend.

you decide that's enough for today and suggest taking a break to relax in front of the tv, which sunghoon immediately agrees to.

while waiting for the food you ordered, with your own money of course, your eyes remain fixed on the netflix page, as you try to pick a movie to watch.

you're both sitting on the thick, fluffy rug, with your backs against the sofa—yes, the very one that sunghoon has claimed as his bed.

you list movie titles for sunghoon, only to be met with a mere “mmh” every single time, which is absolutely no help at all. after several long minutes of this, you feel your patience wearing thin.

sensing his insistent gaze on you rather than the screen, you turn toward him, determined to annoy him in the same way.

“how long are you planning on giving me the same useless answer sunghoon? you don't feel like watching a movie anymore?”

he looks at you thoughtfully, as if carefully considering what he's about to say.

you simply shrug, your expression saying, well? are you going to make up your mind?

“when was the last time you had a boyfriend y/n?”

confusion immediately spreads across your face as his question registers. “huh?” you sputter, totally caught off guard.

“just answer the question,” he insists casually, though you notice something off about him, like a suble tension.

your gazes meet, and from the look in his eyes, you already know he won't give up until he gets his answer. fuck, he really takes pride in being annoying, isn't he?

you let out a nervous laugh and give in anyway, “okay, but help me decide for real which movie to watch next.”

since you happen to have been thinking about his question recently, you quickly answer, mumbling. “two years, why?”

to which sunghoon responds with nothing more than just another shitty “hmm”.

if his goal tonight is to get on your nerves, well done, mission accomplished.

still, you try to keep your cool, meeting his unbothered gaze with your miffed one.

“got any other random questions for me tonight while we're at it?”

“are you going to meet jake?” sunghoon drops the question casually, as if he hadn't just asked something he had no business knowing about.

you were right, sunghoon really is moving weird tonight. however, you choose to play dumb, pretending not to notice anything unusual with his behavior. “yeah, tomorrow. did you see him talking to me today?”

it isn't a real question, and he knows it. so finally, he doesn't even bother responding with his usual lame “hmm”. instead, he breaks eye contact and turns his attention to the tv.

since sunghoon is already trying to avoid confrontation, as usual, before you move on from whatever this is, you might as well take your chance to dispel your doubts or… confirm them.

“what’s up, park? are you bothered by something perhaps?” or someone, you'd like to add.

you shift to face him more directly, resting your elbow on the sofa in a deliberately provocative manner. the tables have turned, you're the one stirring shit while sunghoon is now the one feeling your persistent gaze.

though, he doesn't take his eyes off the screen, suddenly very interested in the movie catalog. however, the tight grin on his face gives him away : you've bruised his ego. good.

“why didn’t you just come and jump in the chat instead of, i assume, watching us from afar?”

your question makes him chuckle derisively, but you can sense the nervousness underneath it. you've known him for two years; his ass can't fool you.

yet, you notice his uneasiness, too quickly, fading away as he responds with unsettling confidence; a true top scorer in men’s field.

“why would i intrude such a sweet moment when you’ve been single for so long?” you can't tell wether he's being normal or sarcastic. however, you place your bet on the latter.

then he finally turns to face you, his newfound insolence matching your provocation, “i wouldn’t want you accusing me of being the reason you don't get laid." he says, clearing his throat, as if ready to twist the knife, “especially after all this time.”

on god. this asshole.

you laugh humourlessly, about to respond with a scathing retort, when the doorbell cuts you off.

lucky bastard, saved by the bell.

sunghoon wastes no time and jumps to his feet. with an unconcerned sigh, he strolls to the door and collects your order from the delivery man.

this might be the first time you've ever felt such a strong urge to stranggle your best friend.

especially when sunghoon re-enters your apartment, placing the bag of food on the coffee table nonchalantly. he arranges everything you ordered in front of you, looking throughly pleased, even humming to himself. even though he can clearly feel your murderous glare, a low laugh rumbles from sunghoon’s chest as he simply grins at you, "let's eat, y/n."

you don't answer, silently accepting the chopsticks he holds out to you. you watch him as he turns his attention back to the television, finally settling on a movie. this time, the silent treatment you’re giving him doesn't trouble him the slightest.

as you pick up a piece of meat and chew it with your jaw clenched, your mind drifts back to his dickish remark, or rather the way he said it: being the reason you don’t get laid?

really? did he actually say that?

you're not the type of girl who takes things to heart. even when people tease you, you usually just laugh it off, but this clearly isn't just playful banter, it's downright rude. and that’s so unlike him, so unlike the sunghoon you know.

fuck.

if you weren't best friends, you might actually think that sunghoon is… jealous of jake.

it doesn’t make any damn sense…

yet ?

it suddenly pops into your head: what if either that random girl, wonyoung or even jake was right? that there is more than meets the eye?

the rest of your evening is weighted down by this shitty, tense atmosphere. sunghoon keeps talking for the sake of talking while you barely respond, forcing fake smiles whenever you have to.

and you hate all of this, every second of it. you and sunghoon rarely argue like that, if not never.

that night, you’re tossing and turning in bed. your thoughts keep circling back to the person lying on your couch, peacefully sleeping, while you’re unable to find sleep because of him: your best friend, park sunghoon.

australian rock music plays in the background, mingling with the lively noise of restaurant and the various conversations happening at each table—including yours, with handsome jake.

you're in the middle of your meal, already on your third beer, because all this talking is making y'all thirsty. there are teasing smiles exchanged, eyes sparkling with interest; the date is going wonderfully.

yet you have a knot in your stomach. not because of jake, who's doing his best to ease the tension without knowing it, but your best friend.

you hate thinking about another man during such a lovely moment, but you can't help but reminiscing about his asshole behavior the night before; you're still not over it.

besides, sunghoon left before you this morning, when you always have to fight to get him out of bed, off your sofa. you also didn't catch sight of him again during the day, not even in class.

since last night, he's been acting so strangely, and it's spoiling your good mood. if you let your intrusive thoughts get the better of you, you'd believe sunghoon did all of this on purpose, so you'd think about him when you're on your date with jake. but that's not the case, is it?

so after finishing your plates, with jake having started his fourth pint of beer, which should have left him a little tipsy and therefore make it less suspicious, you let intrusive-sunghoon-thought win and ask jake what's been on your mind all night.

“by the way, yesterday, when you said i didn't notice anything about sunghoon, what did you mean by that?”

his smile tenses a little, nibbling his lips, slightly furrowing his eyebrows. “are you sure you want to talk about that now?”

you give jake an innocent look while you nod playfully, “sorry, just too nosy.” you chuckle, hoping to not ruin everything with this topic.

“when i said i’ve been trying to approach you for a while i was serious. it’s just sunghoon makes things a bit complicated.” jake confesses.

you remain quiet, digesting what he's saying with growing unhealthy curiosity.

“everyone knows you're just friends, but it’s like, it doesn’t matter to him, he’s keeping you to himself and has made that very clear to the other guys at uni.”

your blood temperature drops slightly. “seriously?”

jake nods and continues. “if i remember correctly, there was even a story where he threatened a guy who hit on you at a party. according to some versions, they even got physical. ”

jungwon. you directly think of him, but there is no way this is true ?

in front of your bewildered face, jake hastens to add “i'm not trying to ruin your friendship with him y/n, i'm just telling you what i saw and heard. also experienced.” he swallows and then smiles bitterly as he recalls the scene. “i already tried to approach you at a student party some months ago, but i barely had time to take a few steps toward you before i felt a hand holding me back by the shoulder. it was sunghoon.” he reveals and wow, you're blown away.

even if you don’t want to trust any of the word you’re hearing, something tells you that jake likely isn't lying. but how come in all that time, two whole years, you never caught wind of this? are you this oblivious or is sunghoon just that good at concealing everything?

in your head, and from what you've always seen at parties, sunghoon has always been busy picking up girls, like he doesn’t have a single second to spare for you. so, keeping guys from getting close to you?

and even if that is the case, to what end?

you know you're beating around the bush. you know it perfectly well, but you really don't want to believe…. whatever this is:

that your best friend has been eyeing you up all this time and purposely sabotaging your love life.

you sense unease welling up inside you, so you decide to forget about sunghoon and concentrate on jake again.

even if all this bullshit might be true, so what?

it's not like you're interested in sunghoon in any way other than as a friend. or so you tell yourself.

“so what i’m getting from that, my best friend might beat your ass later, but you still decided to try your luck with me again?”

jake is a little taken aback, not expecting this kind of silly response from you after everything he just shared. nevertheless, he's greatly relieved and lets you know with yet one more of his signature (perfect) smile.

“right, that’s right. at first i chickened out when i saw him all over you; i didn’t want to meddle in your whatever is going on between you”. he sighs softly before continuing, “but i don't know, you're the only girl at uni who actually makes my eyes linger, no one else really catches my attention. and since sunghoon doesn't seem ready to take things to the next level with you, i figured i might as well go for it.”

his words warm your heart as much as they cold it with the part involving sunghoon, but you stay focused on the positive, which is jake.

“also, even though i’ve rarely fought in my life, i’m not afraid anyway. i think you’re worth the fight.” he adds.

that part makes you giggle and blush, nearly making you choke on the beer you're drinking in one gulp. you awkwardly wipe your lips, before going back to flirting with him.

“okay, that’s kinda sexy mr. sim”

he laughs heartily and thanks you playfully with one hand on his heart, thus completing your date with him.

jake insists on paying for the whole dinner since he's the one who invited you, and you realize that you're no longer used to such gesture since you're always the one who pays for sunghoon.

for a man who promised to repay you five times over, the amount of things he owes you keeps piling up.

the drive back to your place is just as nice and melodic as the date.

jake's car is big, shiny, and smells brand-new—a perfect reflection of his income. you feel at ease with him, and your eyes feast on his perfectly sculpted profile.

once you arrive in front of your building, he hurries to open the door for you like a gentleman, offering his hand as he helps you out. but even after he closes the door, your hands remain linked.

you walk toward the front door together at a slow pace, both of you quietly trying to stretch the date until the very last minute.

at the front door, your footsteps falter and your bodies naturally turn toward each other. you can tell from the gentle pressure on your fingers that jake doesn’t want to let you go. you give each other nervous smiles and bright-eyed glances, and jake finally breaks the sweet silence.

“if that’s okay with you, i’d really like us to go on a second date. something more romantic this time.”

you feel like you're walking on air, your heart is pounding: it's everything you've been hoping for over the past two years. obviously you immediately agree to his invitation: “that sounds wonderful, i’d really love to,” as you reciprocate the soft pressure of his hand, interlacing your fingers with his.

the warm tension suddenly builds; you don't need to say the words—your eyes say it all. his head moves closer to yours just as you slightly stand on your tiptoes, your lips irresistibly drawing nearer and nearer.

you’re about to kiss when a certain cough suddenly interrupts the romantic moment.

your eyelids, which had slowly closed during the moment, flutter open, making you frown slightly. but you notice jake staring intently at your lips, determined to kiss you, so you attempt to get back into the mood and shut your eyes again. but the cough resumes, this time much louder, definitively ruining the kiss.

sighing in exasperation, you both look up to see who’s fucking interrupting.

when you recognize sunghoon’s familiar features on the balcony of your apartment, staring right into your soul, completely ignoring jake just a few inches away, your eyes widen.

for a second, you think you’re hallucinating: what the hell is that little bastard doing there and what exactly does he think he’s doing right now?

seeing your face contort with frustration and your gaze that could kill sunghoon a hundred times over, jake draws you back to him by shaking your hand. he tries to reassure you sweetly, “it’s alright, next time, okay.” but his eyes seem to say, “see how right i was about him?” which only makes you even more furious inside.

after one last squeeze of your fingers and a tender smile that pierces your chest, jake lets go of your hand and starts stepping away from you. “see you at college, y/n,” he calls over his shoulder.

your stomach twists with regret as you watch him get back into his car, start the engine, and drive away from your place.

your little bubble has just burst into a thousand pieces because of sunghoon, and when you look back at your balcony, his figure has vanished. of course, once he got what he wanted.

you rush toward the entrance, your keys rattling in time with your frantic mood; you don't even wait for the elevator and storm up the three flights of stairs.

your door is already ajar; sunghoon is waiting patiently for you and your wrath. you regret giving him your code as you slam the door behind you.

he's smoking a cigarette on your leather couch, his designated bed, acting like he doesn't give a damn when deep down you know now jealousy is eating him up; he can't run away from the truth anymore, not after the shit he pulled.

“didn't you tell me yesterday that you didn't want to be the reason i don’t get laid?” repeating his damn line, word for word.

sunghoon doesn't answer; he just stubs out his cigarette in the ashtray nearby, blowing smoke without meeting your furious gaze.

“i haven't seen you all day sunghoon, you were nowhere to be found, didn’t open my texts, didn’t pick up my calls, but suddenly you show up? at my place, without even letting me know? what kind of game are you playing?”

he stands up at last, measuredly draging himself towards your figure. towering over you, sunghoon locks his black piercing eyes with yours. “i’m playing no games y/n, not with you.”

you let out a dry, humorless laugh. carried away by your emotions, and reminiscing about your discussion with jake, you decide to spill everything, exposing the harsh truth he'd been hiding from you.

“i was told you’ve been having fun pulling the strings of my love life for the past two years and you have the fucking nerve to say that?”

realizing that you know everything, sunghoon freezes for a few seconds.

then, unconsciously, he takes another step closer to you.

the urge to put some distance between you is overwhelming, but you don't budge an inch. you refuse to let him know how much his words and actions mess with your head.

“every time i see any guy near you, it drives me fucking insane” the seriousness in his voice and the possessiveness in his gaze tell you he's not fucking joking.

sunghoon means every word, and that only makes everything worse.

you gasp in disbelief that he would admit so openly, just like that, and let out another cold laugh right to his face.

“but what gives you the right to do that? we're just best friends, sunghoon, best friends,” you insist. “why won't you let me be with someone?”

now it's sunghoon's turn to let out a low, amused chuckle, his gaze never leaving yours. “do you really need me to answer that, y/n?" he murmurs, his voice quieter this time. you feel him move closer again, until the distance between you becomes almost nonexistent.

his warmth surrounds you, the one you’ve been foolishly cherishing for over twenty four months. "i'm sure you already know what this is all about.”

you're speechless. for real.

you can't believe what's happening.

for two long years you thought you were on the same page as your best friend, fully trusting him when it comes to you, when all this time his intentions toward you were… wrong, completely wrong.

did sunghoon ever consider you a friend ?

you feel played, you feel toyed.

perhaps that's what you deserve for deciding to befriend a womanizer. you feel stupid for thinking you were different in his eyes, that you were just purely his friend.

such a good actor. perhaps he should consider making a career out of acting instead of wasting his time failing his studies.

your so-called best friend had you completely fooled; played his part perfectly, earning your utmost trust, while he was romantically screwing you over without you knowing.

and you realize, how naive you were.

not only did he want you like any other girl, but you were also probably the biggest fish he’d been trying to catch.

“okay, okay.” everything is too much, you take a step back from him, barely holding yourself together. you laugh nervously to yourself, running your hand through your hair in frustration.

you kinda want to cry, throw a massive fit in your apartment, but you hold back your tears because that jerk doesn't deserve them. “so tell me now sunghoon, what exactly do you want from me?”

you don't even dare look at sunghoon anymore, feeling ridiculous.

you should have stepped back further from him, because his left hand manages to gently take hold of your fingers, burning away the inches between you once more; while his right one shamelessly reaches for your cheek, his long fingers lightly brushing against it.

“all this time, i’ve been only wanting one thing y/n” he whispers, “you, just you“ his voice is far too intimate, far too tempting. you hate the way his words gets under your skin, hate that, despite everything, your body betrays you.

you feel shivers running down your skin, your heartbeat racing in your chest, your cheeks flushing a red tinged with nervousness and... anger.

anger that takes hold of you and you abruptly yank sunghoon's hand away, shoving him back.

“but it's not mutual, sunghoon. why would i want you when i literally know everything about you?" you're harsh, with a touch of contempt, forcing yourself to remain fierce and convincing, because… it's true, damn it.

“i don’t want to end up as one of your desperate fucks, i don’t even want to give you a chance! do you understand that!?” your voice rises, you feel yourself getting carried away. perhaps more than you should... perhaps, betraying an unknowable part of your heart, one that has subconsciously already envisioned sunghoon as more than just your best friend, but knew it was useless to even consider.

after those cold but warranted words, silence falls over the room, disrupted only by the sound of your heavy breathing. his complete lack of reaction forces you to look at him.

you expect him to be hurt or look offended, but no... this bastard is smiling?

your eyebrows arch and your face contorts with disbelief. “what’s so funny? have you lost it? are you crazy?”

his smile turns into a quiet chuckle, without any real malice, “crazy for you? maybe.”

you purse your lips, close your eyes in frustration as you let out a heavy sigh of exasperation. he’s not serious, he’s not fucking serious.

“stop this shit sunghoon, i’m begging.”

you wish you could turn back time to before all this arguing, before all this confessing happened. you were much better off not knowing anything about his true intentions.

“let's just stay friends.” your voice comes out almost pained. “why do you have to ruin everything? wasn't what we had nice?”

you bury your face in your hands for a few seconds, not knowing what to do about all this whole mess, about him.

being the persistent, pretty man that he is, once again, you sense sunghoon trying to close the distance between you again.

you straighten up right away, taking more than one step back this time, shielding yourself safe from him in every possible way.

“anyway, let's stop here sunghoon, let’s take some distance.”

“y/n listen, i waited two years-“ sunghoon begins, in a serious tone as he tries to explain himself.

but you cut him off right away, raising a limp hand between the two of you, refusing to meet his eyes. you don’t believe he’s being sincere with you, and even if he were, you don’t want him. not like this.

“come back to me when you’re ready to be my best friend again.”

you walk toward the door decisively and open it for him; your emotionally drained demeanor signals to him the way out—not just from your home, but also from your life, for now.

you can't bear to look at him anymore because you know you could get swayed by his pleading puppy eyes, especially when you can feel sunghoon unwavering gaze on your vulnerable silhouette.

sunghoon lets out frustrated sounds, his eyebrows furrowing as his knuckles ache. he bites the inside of his cheek, just like he does whenever things don't work out the way he wants.

you sense that he wants to fight back, doesn’t want to leave before making things clear with you.

but your refusal is plain, and your best friend knows that if he doesn’t want to lose you for good, he can’t be any more disrespectful.

although sunghoon is the one walking out the door reluctantly, this time it's not him who's running away, but you.

you try to go about your life as usual: you wake up, grab your coffee before heading to college, focus deeply on your classes, study hard for the upcoming end-of-year exams. you try to convince yourself that everything is fine. fine.

but after two long weeks, you now have to conceal the dark circles under your eyes every morning, deal with migraines that torment you almost every day.

getting out of bed is tough, the coffee you drink leaves a bitter taste on your lips. you're bored in class and only pay attention because you have to, for your scholarship. you tell your parents that the reason they haven't heard from you lately is because you're busy studying hard for your final exams, when the truth is that you're spending entire evenings drowning in your studies just so you don't have to think about that night, don't have to think about him.

sunghoon.

you knew you spent most of your time with him, but you had no idea just how much of a part of your daily life he was, nor how much his absence from your days would leave such a void. he played the role of your best friend so well that you’ve long since drifted away from your first acquaintances at college. you just… didn’t need them when you had him (and jay), but now ? now.

you’re alone, so tremendously alone, the loneliness making you dwell everything. your heart aches.

your best friend's betrayal is too much to handle, feels like a breakup. you’re starting to regret it; perhaps you shouldn’t have kicked him out of your home without letting him explain himself, perhaps you shouldn’t have pushed him out of your life when you had every reason to…

for god's sake, for two years sunghoon had been dishonest, screwed up your love life behind your back out of unwarranted possessiveness.

before you cut him, sunghoon mentioned that he had waited two years. but two years for which reason? what result?

didn’t he say himself, with his own very mouth, that he’s incapable of falling in love? are you just supposed to consciously give yourself to a player and trust him to treat you right, when he never behaved correctly before with any of his countless lovers? like ok you might have been naive about his intentions toward you, but you’re not that stupid yet to become one more body count.

honestly, you can't even possibly imagine that sunghoon would want anything from you other than to keep his bed warm (or in this case, your damn bed) until he found his next girl.

you can't picture a scenario where he'd actually want to go out with you properly, with the respect and love you seek, without a looming deadline the moment he starts developing feelings for you.

so why does remorse gnaw at your stomach so much?

it’s easy, it’s simple… because despite knowing the harsh truth, despite the broken trust, you miss sunghoon. a lot.

everything hurts, your daily life is dull, devoid of any fun. of him.

however, you're nowhere near ready to admit that you miss this pretty asshole.

a pretty asshole whom you haven't really run into much since your argument, if you can even call that an argument since it was pretty much one-sided on your end.

in any case, you've noticed that sunghoon skips class even more often, rarely seeing him there. since you know him so well (or so you thought), you're aware he's not avoiding you because he wants to, but because you asked him to.

you sometimes catch a glimpse of him from afar with jay. you have no idea how he’s been doing, and it’s eating away at you more than you’d like.

you've also caught wind of gossip, that he seems to have taken a break from… women. and since you stopped partying on saturday nights, you have even fewer chances to run into him and ask him. (even though that's currently the worst thing you could do if you want to maintain your little crushed dignity.)

however, the more days go by, the more you lose confidence in yourself, in what remains of your friendship; you can no longer tell if he plans to come back into your life when he's ready, or if he's actually decided to walk away from you for good. and you won’t lie, that last possibility is killing you inside.

in the midst of your emotional distress, that’s when jake appeared like an angel, or rather, reappeared. because he sent you a bunch of texts, and you replied but only halfheartedly. three words at most.

you had no energy and he obviously sensed it. that’s why, after two weeks of noticing that you were alone and not doing well even though you try to keep up a normal facade, jake came to your locker, just like the first time he approached you.

he took the liberty of intertwining his fingers with yours to take you somewhere else, to take your mind off things.

jake is such a nice guy, an extra nice guy. but the more time you spend with him, the more you feel like you don't deserve a guy like him. because you ended up going on other dates after he sweetly asked, and you finally kissed. in fact, you do it every now and then, when the mood feels right; quick pecks, deeper kisses. but unlike the night of your first date, you don't feel that rush, you don't have butterflies in your stomach.

you had convinced yourself before that a simple, risk-free romantic relationship was what you needed.

so why is your heart refusing to cooperate with your head?

it makes you sad, frustrated because despite your repeated attempts, you can’t reciprocate jake’s enthusiasm, jake's loveliness. it remains unspoken between you, but you both know very well whose fault it is.

you weren't even dating him, you were just his best friend, so why do you have this ridiculous feeling in your chest !?

and the worst part is that jake is perfectly aware, yet he doesn’t push to define your relationship, respecting your emotional state. which only makes you feel even more guilty toward him: you feel like you’re using him to get over a certain someone, and he’s willingly letting you do it.

especially that one night on saturday, when jake invited you to a party, figuring you needed to have some fun. but fun was over the moment you saw him.

sunghoon.

as soon as you walked into the house holding jake's hand, as if you were a magnet, his magnet, sunghoon dark eyes fell on you, then on your intertwined fingers. there was barely any emotion in his gaze, just a chilling emptiness, with a faint trace of jealousy buried beneath it.

and yet, as you watched him move away from his little corner by the wall and disappear into the mass of folks dancing and drinking, probably to find jay, you still had that nagging feeling that you were being unfaithful to him… even though it didn't make any fucking sense.

you started coming up with crazy theories, like, one of sunghoon's girls must have been a witch and had cast a curse on you. because ever since your argument, you hadn't been yourself, like you had been really really absurd, especially when it came to him.

was that what it meant to be in denial?

you were sneering at your own misfortune.

had you fallen in love with sunghoon over the past two years, but had just pushed those ideas out of your healthy mental system because, in your eyes, it was inconceivable for the two of you to be together? for you to be into that kind of erratic person? too unbelievable that your steady self could be drawn to a such a troubling man?

maybe you had this savior complex within all along and it just went unnoticed by you.

what a mess.

and you didn't know why, possibly because the sudden realization was so uncomfortable, clutching your chest tightly, that you decided to be a real stupid bitch to feel better (or worse), letting your impulsiveness and drunkenness take control of the situation.

you were sitting on the couch with jake, responding to the conversation he was leading with a half-baked smile, because you were doing your best to ignore yet another sunghoon’s insistent gaze as he stood in a new corner of the party room, his eyes practically screaming, “i want to talk to you.” and your feminine self, currently devoid of dignity, wanted to stupidly give in.

you couldn't help but sneak a discreet peek at your (ex) best friend, noticing that he was politely turning down every girl who came up to talk to him (and there were tons of them, 100 times prettier than you). but the moment he let one of them get a little too close to his ear, likely whispering some trivial stuff to each other, anyway, the mere sight of their faces just a few centimeters apart had you losing your shit for the first time.

there's no way the guy responsible for messing with your brain would try to flirt with a pretty girl right in front of you—not in a million years. it was okay before, you couldn't care less when you were still normal best friends, but after all that selfish confession? no fucking way.

so, without warning, you grabbed jake by the collar, cutting him off mid-sentence, and pressed your lips against his, catching him off guard. it was one of those really dirty kisses to piss off someone, where you nibbled on his lower lip and slipped your tongue into his mouth just as he gave out a little moan. you let yourself go completely, without holding back.

at first, jake went along with it, because he is, after all, a man and specifically one who's really into you. but he had to pull himself back to reality, because he knew that if you were suddenly acting like this, turning him on in open space, it was for a reason—and, alas, he wasn't that reason.

you were taking advantage of his liking for you, but jake didn't want to take advantage of your distress, any longer, so he gently pats you on the back of the head, signaling for you to stop. at his gentle, indicative gesture, you pulled your lips away from his, opened your eyes again, and there—what you saw: the acceptance in his gaze, the silent pain.

it hit you so hard, you felt terrible, incredibly guilty. jake had always been so good to you, and yet, you… you.

seeing your sudden panic, jake had started stroking the back of your head softly again. “you don’t have to feel sorry, y/n. i’m not to be pitied, not at all.” he let out a small, sad laugh, one that souded like someone who realized he had lost you even before anything concrete could take shape between you. “we can't control our hearts, okay?”

you felt like crying because jake was so perfect, the dream boyfriend you'd always wanted and he was literally at your door. it was so frustrating to watch him walking away from your sentimental house because feelings aren't something you can choose.

your foolish heart had visibly set its sights instead on that unreliable, broke guy who broke hearts as if he were paid to do it.

“maybe, at some point, there will be a time for us—or maybe not. anyway, let's stay friends for now, y/n,” he continued, ending your situationship in the most delicate way imaginable. you nodded weakly in agreement, letting yourself be soothed by the gentle caress of his hand.

“as my first act as your official friend,” jake said, still smiling, though his eyes glistened with annoyance, his fingers reluctantly letting go of the back of your head, “believe me, it hurts to give you this advice, especially since this fucker doesn’t deserve it.” you giggled at his remark, able to guess what he was about to say: “go talk to him, but… don’t do it for him—do it for yourself, and think about what you really want.” and with one last bittersweet sigh of resignation, jake turned the final page of your brief love story.

and you’d taken jake’s advice; your uneasy, heavy footsteps had led you toward the restroom, because you knew sunghoon had seen the whole thing: the messy kiss to piss him off. you knew he was tracking signs like a dog, that he’d follow your trail because the chance to talk to you had finally presented itself to him like a gift from heaven (or more like hell).

and before you’d even reached the restroom (you’d never actually planned to go there), you felt a large hand grab you roughly and drag you from behind, drawing you into an adjacent room, what appeared to be a sort of mini-library, completely empty and far from the hustle of the party.

just like on the night of your argument, all you could hear right now was the sound of your breathing. you were still facing away from him, and he still hadn't let go of your hand, holding it as if it were something precious.

despite the earlier unease, in the end, his familiar presence was relaxing, and his signature woody scent, so uniquely his, helped calm your nerves.

sunghoon.

“look at me,” he asked in a low, hoarse voice—a tone that suggested he hadn't been well for some time.

and you weren't difficult at that moment.

you listened and turned around, because you wanted to, and jake told you to think about what you wanted.

seeing his gorgeous face again up close after 21 days immediately lifted a weight off your heart; those three weeks had felt like three months, it had genuinely been so emotionally draining to you.

you moved a little closer, your fingers naturally lacing with his. now that you could see his eyes closely, you could tell he was just as tired as you were.

you wanted to ask him, “was it all worth it?” but in reality, yes, it probably was. or at least, that’s what you hoped.

you didn’t even know anymore.

then your tired tender gaze fell on his right cheek, drawn to those unsightly colours that were gradually fading: a bruise that was a few days old. "is it her again?" he nodded silently, a bitter smile on his face, then explained. "jay got a girlfriend, so i went to my mom. she's as charming as ever."

your heart sank immediately, and you felt sorry. if sunghoon had been beaten again by that horrible woman, it was indirectly your fault. you’d kicked him out of your house too hastily, without thinking it through properly, and if he didn't have jay's, all he had left was her nightmarish place.

“y/n, please, don't make that face. don't take the blame for my mom's actions. ”

but your chest grew even heavier, so without thinking, the alcohol easing your restraint slightly, you pulled sunghoon toward you and pushed him into your arms. caught off guard, his tall frame fell heavily on top of you. but within seconds, he hurried to lift himself up and give you a tight, proper hug.

sunghoon immediately breathed in the scent of your hair, feeding on that scent as if it were oxygen. finally.

"i missed you", he whispered sincerely in your ear.

you had missed him too. so much.

instead of answering him out loud, you burried your cheek against his muscular, comforting chest.

for what felt like a long minute, you held each other tight, reconnecting in every sense of the word.

after that, there was an awkward silence. you could feel sunghoon tensing up slightly as you held each other.

then, clearing his throat softly, he tentatively asked you, "can i be your best friend again?"

your eyes widened slightly; you weren't expecting that, especially not after coming to terms with your feelings for him.

knowing sunghoon's persistence though, you knew he had no intention of giving up (someone like him wouldn't change personality in three weeks, let's be real) yet the fact that he respected your wish from that night, no matter how long he'd last, melted your heart in that very moment.

you were fully aware that after all this, things could never go back to the way they were before between you, but whatever, you wanted to see how long his little best friend charade would last, perhaps it was your turn to have the upper hand.

in any case, you’d already decided to stake everything on what he hadn't promised you yet. like an moth flying straight into the flames and nonetheless, you no longer cared because… as stupid as it sounds, it felt good. you felt good.

after your heartfelt reunion, you decided to sneak out of the party, snatching two bottles of hard liquor along the way.

you walked back to your place like drunken teenagers (since you’d come in jake’s car and sunghoon had ridden on jay’s motorcycle). luckily, it was only a 30-minute walk to your apartment. you spent half the walk on his back, when you weren’t busy challenging each other to finish the bottle or play-fighting like two idiotic kids.

you didn't know how you'd managed to get home in one piece, since you couldn't walk without his support. but the thing is, sunghoon was pretty wasted too, so when he stumbled right in the middle of your living room, struggling to leave your shoes by the entrance, the two of you crashed heavily onto the plush carpet.

half on top of each other on the floor, your drunken laughter echoed through the room. crushing sunghoon with all your weight even though it didn't bother him—quite the contrary, you struggled to lift yourself off him before rolling over with a small thud, your back finally resting against the mat as well.

your laughter began to fade, lingering as slight, euphoric smiles on your rosy-cheeked faces.

at the same time, as if in some kind of psychic connection, you both turned to face each other.

staring into each other’s eyes with tenderness, your chest rising and falling softly, you lost yourself in the beauty of your best friend, sublimated by the glow of the streetlights reflecting through your apartment window : his soulful eyes, his long lashes, his sculpted nose, his graceful moles. even his bruised cheek was taking nothing away from his beauty. then there were his luscious lips, so perfectly shaped, stretched into a loving smile.

it was no surprise that all these beautiful women were fighting over this man.

could he one day truly be yours?

lost in your daydreams, you could feel fatigue setting in—not just from the evening, but also… sunghoon. you didn’t know if you’d have a happy ending together.

but it was useless to overthink everything and give yourself more headaches; there was no turning back.

you had no idea just how alive sunghoon felt at that moment. after three weeks of feeling dead inside, deprived of you. deprived of your easygoing company, your little “i-know-it-all” smiles, your carefree laughs, your refreshing honesty.

it had been two years now, and you were the only one who’d managed to warm his heart when no one else did. and he’d never known how to deal with… with this. he couldn’t even put a name to it at first: feelings, feelings of… possession? love?

and when he finally figured it out, came to terms with, it was even worse. because sunghoon had convinced himself he was incapable of falling in love, had even confidently confessed it to you.

his mother had successfully damaged him. sunghoon refused to open up to anyone, to hand over the keys to his heart to someone. he didn’t trust women but still needed their affection. and their money; the vain, wealthy daughters being the ones around whom he felt least guilty about being a total scum.

but you, you were clearly different.

sunghoon didn't feel that fear around you. he could be vulnerable without worry.

maybe because you knew every little thing about him, the good but especially the bad. yet, the thought of ever abandoning him had never crossed your mind.

however, a woman like you would never want a man like him.

despite your cool appareance and laid-back personality, you were fairly kind of flawless (it’s possible you weren’t, and that his affection for you clouded his judgment but he didn’t care).

whereas, he was the very embodiment of failure. you’d already told him everything about the dream boyfriend you wanted, and sunghoon was so far from it, thousands of kilometers away in hell.

since he didn’t know how to change, how to become the right one for you, sunghoon acted like a dick. that was the easiest, and weakest, way to deal with his own frustration.

he was nasty, he was selfish, he was insecure, he was a rainbow of flaws. he couldn’t bear to see other guys showing interest in the girl who should have been his, if fate hadn't decided to torment him.

sunghoon had always wanted to be more than just your best friend, yes. sunghoon had gone behind your back when his misguided heart was consumed by jealousy and sourness, yes.

all of this was true and he still couldn’t feel any remorse. that was simply his rotten nature: a bad man, without redeeming qualities, that you had accepted into your life, for better or for worse.

but no matter how many beautiful women he had in his pathetic life, you were the most beautiful in his eyes, the most radiant.

a shadow drawn to a soothing light.

sunghoon only wanted you.

over those two years, he'd done his fucking best to restrain himself, having no idea where he found the strength not to never attempt to do something, to never try kissing your pretty lips.

sunghoon knew damn well he didn’t deserve you even slightest, but fortunately for him and unfortunately for you, his selfishness was strong enough to no longer care about that (the final straw being jake—thanks dude).

sunghoon had enough love experience to be certain of one thing now: if it weren't you, it’d never work.

lulled by the sublime features of your best friend and his warm aura radiating off you, far from the chaos of his thoughts regarding you, your eyelids began to close peacefully.

but before you fell completely asleep, you heard sunghoon, in a relieved voice, whispering to you, "thank you y/n, for giving me a chance."

your heavy slumber is shattered by the smell of something cooking—or rather, something burning.

opening your eyes is a struggle, your head throbbing right away. the previous night's excesses have left their aftermath.

when your eyelids eventually open, a view of your room comes into focus; your last memories are yourself lying drunk on your soft rug, staring at… sunghoon.

sunghoon.

is he the one who carried your sleeping self to your room and put you to bed?

you decide to find out the answer by dragging yourself out of bed and heading to the living room. but before you do, you notice a glass of water and a pill that is probably meant to relieve your headache. you also note that you're in your usual pajamas.

did sunghoon do all this?

you swallow the pill and slip on your slippers. you head to the bathroom for a minute, then, you let the smell of food lead the way.

you come across a scene of your best friend at the stove, holding a frying pan and apparently cooking eggs. you notice his black tank top, gray sweatpants and black cap worn backwards; clothes he’d left at your place.

you almost laugh at yourself over the fact that hoe didn’t waste any time settling in again.

focused on the eggs, sunghoon doesn't hear you approaching. so you sneak up behind him silently to surprise him. now facing his broad back, you suddenly imagine how nice it'd feel to wrap your arms around his slim waist. especially every morning—confirming your real and shameful attraction to your best friend.

"you know how to cook eggs?" sunghoon instantly jumps at the sound of your voice, his eyes following your every movement as you step over to stand beside him at the stove, giggling cutely. your gaze falls on the gentle smile playing on his lips, then lingers on the manly stubble dusting his chin.

sunghoon feels like he's in heaven, surrounded by an angel. the way you've grown comfortable around him again makes his heart swell with joy.

he can barely believe you've actually forgiven him, and he wonders if you aren't some kind of divine gift, his redemption after all these years wandering in the dark.

"know is a big word, i'm trying my best to make breakfast for my perfect… best friend."

he hesitates over his last few words, and and you look at him with quiet amusement; you're genuinely curious to see how long sunghoon will last before his patience shatters into a thousand pieces.

and you have no intention of making it easy for him.

after setting aside the overcooked eggs, sunghoon gets everything ready to cook some bacon.

you watch him silently, and when you feel the strap of your tank top slip, you just let it fall.

you drift closer to sunghoon again, your arm lightly brushing his, as if by accident. he stays calm on the surface, though the slight tension in his shoulders already gives him away.

as your petty game continues, you rest both arms on the kitchen counter and draw them in just enough that the movement presses your breasts together, making them peek out from the neckline of your tank top.

you pretend to be attentive on what he’s making, letting your breath linger against his shoulder. you notice him lose his concentration slightly: sunghoon eyes wander between the bacon in the pan and your much more appetizing cleavage.

he clears his throat and does his best to stay focused.

how amusing.

but sunghoon is far from oblivious, especially in this regard. so before the bacon ends up burning because of you, he immediately turns off the stove.

you look at him curiously, your eyes sparkling with mischief and a look that says, “why did you stop cooking?”

but instead of answering, your best friend looks at you and asks : "y/n, what are you doing?"

you bite back a laugh, keeping your expression as innocent as possible. "mh? what do you mean?”  you murmur, clearly enjoying his reaction.

but then, unable to resist the urge to provoke him, you lean further into the game and openly tease sunghoon with a knowing smile. “i'm just doing what you're the best at… i guess."

you feel content, you feel smart. but this lasts only 5 seconds. as soon as what you said sinks into his brain, sunghoon’s demeanor shifts. his eyebrows arch playfully, he runs his tongue against the inside of his cheek, while he straightens his shoulders.

without looking at you, the corners of his mouth start to turn up in a predatory smile, revealing his two fangs.

you swallow.

dangerous territory you shouldn’t have ventured into—the dormant wolf has just woken up and… it’s time for you to escape.

you adjust your shoulder strap casually and take a few quiet steps toward the living room, but sunghoon, who’s been eying you closely, grabs your wrist right way and pulls you flush against him.

“where do you think you’re going?”

an arm wraps around your upper body, trapping you against his muscular chest. you have an incredible view of his delicious bicep, but you force yourself to stay focused, as your pride is still on the line.

"let me go sunghoon", you try to break free, however, truth is, you're exactly where you want to be.

"i won't, not this time" sunghoon says in your ear unwavering, his lips brushing against your earlobe.

"don't make me repeat myself", you attempt to sound persuasive, even biting his arm—letting your intrusive thoughts winning over, to get him to release you.

without success.

sunghoon hisses a bit but lets you have your way with his bicep. “i lied yesterday, i'm not ready to be your friend again".

at his shameless words, your jaw loosens, releasing the skin off his arm, and you stop your feigned struggling.

wow, less than 24 hours. you’d expected sunghoon would last a bit more than that, but nope.

"of course you're not", you chuckle softly, tinged with sarcasm. "and you'll never be ready by the way. you've been my best friend for two years and you think i don't know how that brain of yours work ?"

sunghoon lets you go at once and grips your shoulders, turning you to face him. his eyebrows lift in surprise, and his dark eyes widen.

this might be the first time you've seen sunghoon with such a solemn expression, but the amused smile on your face doesn't fade nonetheless. you're enjoying your brief dominance over the situation. you feel kind of good, in a strangely satisfying way, after you were left with no choice to quickly digest how he has been behaving behind your back for the past two years.

"are you playing with me right now ?"

a question that hits a little too close to home… and you deliberately don't answer him right away, giving him a taste of his own medicine with a wry look that says, “what do you think?”

he takes a deep breath and continues his questioning. you can sense that the rope of his patience is about to snap.

“didn't you say you'd never fall for me?”

and now it's your turn to widen your eyes in surprise, as you recall the scene with that random nosy girl who was wondering about the two of you at a party. "how do you know that?"

sunghoon gives a faint shake of his head, as if recalling the memory, a bitter smile tugging at his lips: “i was just behind you at that time. was about to ask you to dance with me. but then i heard what you said and.. i got upset, so i just went to find some girl and well, you know what happened after.”

you immediately tap his chest, unable to hide the fond amusement in your expression despite your exasperation. “park sunghoon, you’re really hopeless.”

the mention of his full name makes him giggle, and his features melt into an adorable eye smile. but then, sunghoon’s face turns serious again, “i have a lot to say; listen to me till the end ok?”

his hands travel down from your shoulders delicately along your arms to intertwine your fingers together, as if he were ready to intertwine your destinies.

“that night, i said i waited two years for you… well, when you came into my life, everything was normal at first. you were my new confidante, my partner in crime” sunghoon begins, chucking softly. “nothing more i promise you. but i got so comfortable around you, let my guard down like i never did with any woman before, and before i could realize i started to want more.”

you look into sunghoon eyes and squeeze your joined hands tightly. you want to believe what he’s saying, you want to trust the shimmer in his orb; you sincerely pray he isn't deceiving you.

“you were so good to me despite all my flaws, and my brain kept repeating—where else would i find someone like you ? the shit my mum said before, that no one could truly ever love me. i knew you could this person, the one to prove her wrong.”

you can feel the heaviness in his heart, and it weighs down yours.

“however, i couldn’t do shit about it so i tried to drop… this whole idea. you know, i thought it was just a physical attraction that i could repress and would eventually fade, but then when i saw those men hungry for you, when i watched you kiss that guy,”

that guy… jungwon right.

“with how pissed i was, i figured out that what i was feeling was way more serious. but anyway, you only liked me as a friend, and you’d never in a million years want a scumbag like me for anything else. so i was in a dead end, forcing myself to keep playing your bestie despite how crazy i was for you.”

you listen to him silently and breathe out; the intensity of his confession making you feel like you're racing a marathon.

“running after girls was originally a way to feel better about how miserable my mum made me. but later, it became a way to release my frustration since i couldn’t… have you. and since i’m literally the worse,” sunghoon sneers bitterly as he recounts his own mischief. “it wasn’t enough so i just started to wreck your love life, keeping all these bastards far from you, because if i couldn’t have you then, no one else could”

well damn. that was a lot to take.

“to be honest, i don’t know what made you change your mind about me because i’m still my irredeemable self, but i want you to know that none of these women were right because they weren't you.”

this time you’re breathing in deeply. oh.

“y/n, i want to try something with you, will you give me that chance ?”

you swallow nervously and feel your heart pounding in your eardrums.

few weeks ago, you had spat your venom right in sunghoon’s face, swearing that you would never give him a chance to someone like him. you don’t exactly regret what you said because your feelings were valid, but the irony of it all makes you feel a little ridiculous, since it’s painfully obvious that you’ve already changed your mind.

so you decide to muster up your courage and confront sunghoon about your more than justified worries.

“you dropped so many girls, many that weren’t even bad persons and were, for sure, willing to love you entirely. why exactly would i be different ?”

your best friend brings one of your hands to his lips, plants a chaste kiss on it, and then presses it against his chest, where his heart beats loudly for you.

“because what i feel for you is different.”

he got game, sunghoon got game. for a man who doesn’t do romance, he truly has a way with words.

your eyebrows furrow and your head starts to ache. it's so hard, so damn hard to think carefully. particularly after his heartfelt, raw declaration.

and above all, when sunghoon looks at you with those eyes: so deep, so full of hope, glowing so beautifully…. standing before you is a man who knows exactly how to use every of his features to convince someone.

sunghoon is clouding your judgement, as he has done so many times before.

so, can you really trust him ?

faced with your deafening silence and your obvious inner turmoil, sunghoon promises.

“may i end like my mum if i lied today”

you let out an exasperated sigh when you hear that, and can't help but snicker. there's really something wrong with his head. but still, by saying that, sunghoon is probably not lying. but the question now is, how can you know he won't change his mind later?

“you’re crazy.”

“yes, crazy for you.”

again this corny reply. you drop his left hand and give him a nudge in the stomach.

after biting back the little groan of pain, sunghoon laughs freely.

then you watch his gaze drifts away from your eyes to focus on your parched lips.

you feel heat creeping up your neck. this clever bastard really plans to win you over with his greatest asset.

“can i kiss you ? and if you don’t like it, i’ll leave you alone ?”

as expected.

you chuckle again. as if he’d leave you alone after tasting the forbidden fruit he has denied himself all this time.

you nod cautiously, but you're caught off guard because not even a second goes by before sunghoon grabs your nape to meet your lips, the motion causing his cap to fall to the floor.

oh. he was really hungry.

sunghoon's lips are soft and plump, pressing perfectly against yours; he tries to restrain himself, but through every touch, you can feel his despair, his longing. he's been dying to kiss you for way too long.

quickly, sunghoon grows greedier, claiming your mouth entirely, barely allowing you to breathe.

your knees grow faint and lose your balance. he pulls you closer, wrapping his arm smoothly around your waist. sunghoon bites your lower lip without mercy, and the moment you let out a little whimper of pain, he pushes his tongue into the heat of your mouth.

the kiss gets messy, saliva mixes sloppily almost obscenely. he bites your flesh, bites your tongue, again and again. sunghoon explores your mouth hungrily and you feel lightheaded from the lack of oxygen.

the rumors were right, he's really good at his stuff. fuck.

after what feels like forever, he finally releases your lips. you can already feel them swelling from how roughly he kissed you.

sunghoon really put those two years of craving into that first kiss.

“so, how was it?”

still trapped in his embrace, his sculpted nose brushing against yours, you try to regain your composure. embarrassedly, you wipe the excess drool from your lower lip with your thumb.

“i excepted a bit better from you bro”, you tease him, blatantly lying to his face because it’s obviously the best kiss you’ve ever had.

sunghoon arches his eyebrows, “bro?” pretending to be annoyed by the label, he uses it as an excuse to smack your lips. “who’s your bro?”

you don't answer and instead just cackle in cheekily. in retaliation, sunghoon playfully yanks your hair back and exposes your neck to his eager eyes.

from then on, he starts planting countless tingling kisses—behind your ear, on your collarbone, on your racing heartbeat, all the way down to the curve of your chest.

“am i still your bro?” sunghoon breathes against your skin before resuming his passionate endeavor and moving to the other side of your neck.

you can feel his tongue glide eagerly over the sensitive area, as your skin was as sweet as candy, making your toes curl.

when it’s wet enough, sunghoon finally sucks the little skin between his teeth, stifling a groan of pain mixed with desire in your throat.

“you’re not, but you could be my boyfriend tho.” you give it a shot, your voice a little shaky, probably setting yourself up since sunghoon never committed before.

yet, you unexpectedly feel his smile against your skin, “it means you’d be my girl, right?” stating the obvious, but you nod regardless.

“then yes, i’ll be your boyfriend y/n, i’ll be anything you want me to be if you can be mine.”

your eyes widen because did you just change and officialize your relationship with the park sunghoon? in that position? you seem to be the only one troubled by this detail, since your now boyfriend keeps doing whatever.

as if you were his canvas, he’s painting fiercely numerous love bites; all over your neck, all the way down to your chest, each hickey trailing down to your secret place. you have the mental of a saint not to close your legs and making him notice.

once your skin looks like a garden full of red buds, sunghoon inhales your sweet scent one last time and straightens up. your face is all flushed and you can tell from the possessive look in his eyes that he’s pleased by the new appearance of your skin, covered with marks, his marks. yet that glimmer of hunger hasn't gone away, not even remotely.

you swallow hard because you already know what's coming.

“park sunghoon, if you break my heart, you better run fast because i'll beat your fucking ass” you state in all seriousness.

in response, sunghoon grabs your ass boldly and presses you against his hardening length. “sounds good to me”, offering you his a cocky grin and his infamous bed eyes.

what even have you gotten yourself into?

you officially erase the line of your friendship, letting yourself get lost in the unknown of sunghoon’s promises, not knowing if his intentions are sincere or if, in the end, you’ll just be another woman on his playground.

feels like gambling with the devil, but the most beautiful devil of all.

sunghoon kisses you again, just as eagerly but more delicately, as if trying to entice you. you close your eyes, letting him take control, surrendering yourself to his sensuous invitation. his hands, still on your backside, slide underneath to guide you and wrap your legs around his waist, feeling his bulge right against your heat.

without ever letting go of your lips, sunghoon carries you to your bedroom, not even needing to watch where he’s going since he knows the way by heart.

you're back in your bed, which you left not that long ago, but now with sunghoon's weight pressing heavily against you.

the situation still doesn't seem real. what do you mean, you're kissing park sunghoon in your bed and you're about to… have sex?

if someone had told you that two years ago, you'd have laughed until your tummy hurt.

but your little train of thought is cut short when sunghoon starts rubbing his hardness against your sensitive heat, freeing your lips so he can listen to you whimper for him.

fuck. it's so embarrassing.

you close your mouth and bite your lips hard to muffle your desperate sounds. you look to the side with no real focus, only to avoid his piercing gaze. but sunghoon is having none of that and grabs your chin with his fingers to force you to look at him, pressing his thumb against your lower lip to hear how much you're getting off on him.

“i’d never have guessed you’d be the shy type in bed, y/n” his eyes are full of affection and desire, but his lips are twisted into a lewd, teasing smile.

you need to summon all the strength within your body to deliver the next insult as dignifiedly as possible. "bitch, fuck you".

but you can tell from his evil chuckle that you've just handed him your downfall. "don't worry babe, i'm about to."

putting his words into action, sunghoon props himself up and takes off his tank top, letting you admire the view. you’d already glimpsed sunghoon shirtless a few times; back then, on the very first day you met, while he was running away… and when he’d stayed over at your place and ended up taking a shower there. however, you weren’t remotely interested in your best friend, so you’d never paid much attention.

like, you know he's fine, but you haven't really checked him out more than that… until now. because wow. sunghoon is broad, the kind of broad that makes you yearn, with slightly defined pecs. now that he’s repositioning himself above you, with both arms on either side of your head, his biceps looks even more prominent. his abs are naturally sculpted, just the way you like it. then, your eyes linger on the vein that extends further down and.

great.

you were already quit damp down there, now even your mouth starts to water.

judging by his sly grin, he knows exactly the effect he has on you.

“you’ve studied me enough, your turn."

you feel robbed because you haven't even had a chance to touch him yet that sunghoon already has his hands under your shirt, expertly pulling it off to toss it off the bed.

before you even have a chance to blink, your chest is exposed to his hungry gaze. you’ve never been nervous around your exes, but sunghoon, god sunghoon, his intensity is too much to handle, you just want to hide.

as if he could read your mind, sunghoon quickly grabs both your wrists with one deft hand and pins them above your head, before you could do anything.

he takes on a somewhat nostalgic tone while his eyes are full of wicked desire, “i've been wanting to play with these two for so long.”

“l-long ?!” you really want to punch him, but that bastard’s strength makes it impossible to break free from his grip. and the more you struggle, the more you jiggle your boobs, much to his delight.

so all you can do is give him death glares.

sunghoon has always teased you relentlessly, bordering between playful and downright annoying, but now that you’re officially dating, he has free rein to be insufferable and a total hornball.

you're more laid-back when it comes to sex, preferring subtle teasing, while sunghoon is obviously a freak in the sheets, with a dirty mouth.

he notices the annoyance on your face, but it only makes him snicker. little do you know, sunghoon is silently making plans to turn you into a naughty, insatiable lover who will crave for every filthy thing he’ll do to you.

let’s say that where romance is your expertise, sex is his domain.

sunghoon wastes no more time and claims your pretty swollen lips once more, offering you yet another one of those deep kisses that steal your breath away and numb your mind.

his plump lips brush against your cheek, then travel down your neck, kissing and nibbling every part again, enough to make you forget why you were upset.

then, finally, sunghoon trails down to the curve of your chest and sinuously traces each line of one of your bosom with his tongue.

when he feels you squirm nervously beneath him, he gets ruthless with it, drawing in. the effect is immediate; you groan loudly. the more he torment your right breast, the more your back arches involuntary against him, giving him even better access.

his free hand begins to take care gently of the neglected perk, but his teeth suddenly inflict a bite on the right one. the contrast makes you cry out, whether from pain or pleasure, you don't even know.

sunghoon lingers on your chest for endless minutes, torturing both peaks until they become ultra sensitive and you can’t take it anymore.

it must be said that two years without sleeping with anyone have taken a toll on your stamina, whereas sunghoon has been diligently training his.

in this brief moment of respite he grants you, sunghoon looks at you mischievously with his head nestled between your breasts full of bites. “already tired?” he whispers, as his breath caresses painfully against your sore tits.

“get off me beast” you’re panting and already feel worn out, when he’s only just getting started.

knowing that your energy is already waning, he softly releases your wrists and pushes himself up until he’s above your shoulders.

face to face, sunghoon closes the last few centimeters between you, grazing your nose with his and planting a cute peck on your lips. he rests his forehead against yours and fixes you with his deep playful gaze that always seems to probe your soul.

“your beast” he emphasizes with a grin.

he's really into this whole possessive thing, isn't he?

pretty boy whose trauma shapes his need to belong.

lost in his beauty, sunghoon uses your daze to slide his hand down your stomach, exploring with his tender touch the parts of you he wasn’t allowed before; grabbing your hip greedily, before trailing it down to your clothed core. or to be more precise, your clothed wet core.

your breath catches in your throat.

unfortunately, your sleep shorts are loose and thin, doing little to hide the lace panties beneath them, especially when your two legs are somehow still wrapped around sunghoon.

“all that, when all i did was kiss you and play with your nipples?” you feel your cheeks flush with embarrassment again but still snap back at him.

“that’s funny you say that while you’ve been hard even before we reached the bedroom”, you scoff at him, raising an eyebrow.

“yeah, talk back to me.” he presses a loud kiss against your cheek and leans in close to your ear to murmur in a low suggestive voice, the smirk never leaving his lips, “makes me even harder.”

fake-angry, you push sunghoon head away from yours, perhaps a bit too harshly. you see him sit up without looking at you and think he might feel miffed…

until he swiftly grabs your knees, hoists them onto his shoulder, eliciting a startled cry from you. his nimble fingers grab your shorts and panties altogether and take them off in one smooth, unhesitating motion. the kind of motion that is nothing but muscle memory for him.

you watch him dumbfounded toss your garments on the ground, then sunghoon shifts back his focus to you, or to be more specific, your nude silhouette.

under his voracious gaze, you feel so fucking awkward. you shiver slightly, still not fully comfortable with sleeping with your best friend turned boyfriend 2 min ago.

even more so when sunghoon asks you intimate shit: “have you been taking care of yourself all this whole time?” hinting your two-year lack of partners in the process.

you let out an irritated, nervous laugh, “and whose fault is that exactly?” but you answer truthfully anyway, clearing your throat a little in embarrassment. “mhh, yeah sometimes.”

sunghoon gives a low, playful laugh, then slowly traces his deft fingers along your skin. “that’s okay, i'm here now.” and you chuckle at his nonsense.

he gently places your two legs back on either side of his waist, but while doing so, exposes your naked core. instinctively, you squeeze your thighs together.

“y/n, it's really funny to see you shy like this right now.” as he catches the hollow of your knees and puts them back in place, “but i can tell you that, later, you'll spread your legs without me even asking", tapping your ankles in a way that implies “you're not allowed to move them from here again”.

you want to fire back a sharp retort to counter his cockiness, but sunghoon suddenly presses two of his fingers right along your slit, and you feel your breath catch in your chest.

that bastard loves to catch you off guard, huh? nothing will ever change with him, except, apparently, the nature of your relationship.

he begins a torturously slow massage across the sensitive flesh, unhurriedly gliding up and down, tracing the soft entrance of you, without ever going in.

to your embarrassment, you feel yourself getting wetter and wetter too quickly, increasingly unable to control the moans escaping between your clenched teeth.

he repeats the motion all over and it feels so good that you let yourself go for a few seconds, closing your lids in bliss.

but as if sunghoon didn't want to give you a moment's respite, he suddenly moves back up toward your pearl and rubs it roughly in circle with his thumb, causing you to open your eyes wide and let out a sharp cry.

instantly, your gazes meet, and you can read a mischievous amusement in his pupils: sunghoon isn't satisfied with just hearing you scream for him, because of him, he wants to see you fully give in him.

obviously, that bruised ego of his needs to be appeased.

you want to push his hand away, but the way he's tormenting your tender lips so deliciously… pleasure takes over and you let him have his way, frowning in annoyance, trying to stifle your moans not to let him win too easily.

so when he abruptly halts, you let out a frustrated groan, your gaze filled with confusion.

then, you see sunghoon bring his fingers, drenched in your essence, to his lips. you stop him right away, grabbing his wrist. you don't really know why you want to stop him; maybe you're embarrassed, maybe you hate the way he does whatever he wants with you without any awkwardness.

but you see him smiling at your resistance, and your grip is no match for his. he still forces his fingers up to his mouth and tastes you with a completely feral look in his eyes.

you quickly let go of his wrist, as if his skin had become scorching hot. you frown at the sounds he makes with his mouth, as if he were savoring a delicacy. "i really love your taste y/n". sunghoon whispers your name teasingly, and you feel the blood rush to your cheeks, all the way up to your ears.

"do you really need to do all that?" you play hard to please, even though deep down it turns you crazily on that such a fine sexy man behaves like that with you.

you watch him swiftly remove his pants and underwear and take another look at his apollo-like figure; even his thighs are alluring and worth leaving bite marks.

as you are now both bare, you instantly feel more at ease, closer to sunghoon. but you still look away shyly so you don’t catch a direct glimpse of his hard length; you suppress a laugh because you still don’t realize how insane this, what you’re doing with the one man you least wanted to date in your life.

sunghoon lies back down on top of you, his knees on either side of your hips and his arms stretched out above your head. as he lovingly brushes aside the few strands of hair falling across your flushed face, you find yourself marveling at his chiseled jawline and adam’s apple; you wonder what it would feel like to run your tongue all over.

but you're snapped out of your reverie when you hear him reply: "no need to be jealous y/n, i'll let you taste me next time."

to back up what he's saying, sunghoon’s fingers encircle your neck and tightens his grip, just enough to steal a breath. he runs his thumb over your throat and continues in a whisper, "can't wait to feel myself here". and you're left speechless, with nothing to counter this time. his eyes burn into your soul, and you let him consume you.

noticing the newfound dominance he has over you, sunghoon captures your mouth in a kiss—or rather, he feeds on your lips. your boyfriend murmurs, his hot mouth over yours, “today i'll ruin you with my fingers y/n. next time, you’ll suck my dick and i’ll show you how good i am with my mouth. what do you think? do you like that?”

you’re torn between wanting to shut him up and complying like a good girl.

however, the mood just feels so right, so hot, you just don’t want to ruin it; so the latter option… wins out.

as if enticed, you nod obediently at sunghoon and take the initiative to kiss him for the first time.

your covetous hands finally wander down to his built chest, and you feel him smile in satisfaction against your lips. as you play freely with his tongue, nibble on the flesh of his plump lips with your teeth, you’re distracted and don’t catch him slyly sliding his hand down between your thighs.

so when he sinks his index finger into your core without warning, you moan in surprise into his mouth. sunghoon sucks in the sound, feasting on it. “so tight babe, going to stretch you for me.”

you can't even dwell on the filthy comment because your mind is too overwhelmed by his sudden finger inside you, pumping in and out relentlessly. he bites your lower lip so hard that you can't even hold back the cry that escapes you when sunghoon already pushes in a second finger and scissors you.

alright, he really doesn't wanna chill in bed.

your heart is pounding, your breath is uneven, you keep whining. when he presses his thumb against your bud again, your head falls back onto the pillow. sunghoon takes the opportunity to plant new kisses and adds bites to your exposed neck, still so eager.

when he effortlessly finds the spongy texture in your heat, sunghoon curles his fingers against it, making you see stars and scream. "f-fuck."

his torture goes on, and you feel the tightness in your stomach slowly start to warm.

no way, no way park sunghoon is about to make you… come. you can’t believe it and it gets worse as you feel your core widening for him; this treacherous body.

obviously, he immediately slides in a third finger, working you open. air gets stuck in your lungs as you feel the stretch, exquisitely painful.

with three fingers inside you and his thumb working your bud in a merciless rhythm, you know you won’t last much longer, and sunghoon can tell by the way you’re trembling beneath him. “give it to me, y/n,” no need to say more asshole, your walls clench around his fingers. a few moment later. the invisible rope shatters, making you cry out.

he accompanies you throughout your climax, moving his fingers back and forth deeply, in a slower pace.

once you snap out of your daze, you realize just how sensitive your center is now and grabs his wrist weakly to motion for him to take his fingers out.

sunghoon listens to you reluctantly, withdrawing his digets from your sticky warmth and in the moment you feel relieved.

but shortly after you feel empty down there, and you want…more, you want more.

as if he could read your mind, your growing hunger, your boyfriend grabs your hand and places it intimately on the heavy fullness of him, holding it with you. you feel sunghoon’s width, the veins, just how hard he is for you.

as your fingers travel curiously his entire shaft, you know that with that shape, he’ll reach places that will make you… well.

“do you want it, my beautiful girl?” the nickname takes you aback for a moment. however, the shivers on your skin quickly reveal that you don't really dislike… any of it. wether the soft endearment, or the filthy question hanging between you.

as your gaze, heavy with desire, find each other once more, you get lost in his depth and surrender to its pull. you barely recognize yourself when you see your own head instinctively nodding.

but nothing is ever simple with a player like sunghoon. this time, he wants to hear you say it out loud, so he lets go of your hand and taps your cheek, “say it”, sunghoon commands.

even though your thumb is already tracing… the bead of moisture at his tip, slowly spreading his fluid all over his length right now, your lingering dignity stands in the way, preventing you from speaking.

sunghoon decides to shatter it to dust by teasing your entrance again with his fingers, cruelly stroking it in circles without ever sinking them. “say it,” he repeats, his smiling face replaced by a feral look.

your walls keep clenching around emptiness, leaving you craving for sunghoon. you unintentionally squeeze his hardness between your fingers, drawing a low curse from his lips and making him even more eager to sink into you.

after what feels like an eternity of torture, leaving you feverish and drenched, already sensing the slow build of another climax taking shape, you stop resisting and give in to your desires, “yes, i want you, park sunghoon, i want you so bad,” you blurt out breathless, your cheeks burning with shame.

that line totally takes away the edge from his features, softening him up.

seeing the genuine delight on his face, you realize that he’s been wanting to hear you say this, for long two years. for too many months, too many days, sunghoon has been wishing that you'd want him as much as he wants you.

a fond smile blooms across your face.

“i love you, y/n.”

you hold your breath as his confession falls between you; his eyes are intensely fixed on yours. the silence surrounding you is heavy, broken only by the sound of your frantic heartbeat, which feels as though it might burst from your chest.

you really want to believe his words, for heaven’s sake. so you kiss him again, pouring your hopes in that touch, and he kisses you back with the same longing.

this kiss is different from the others, softer; unspoken feelings—yours, linger within it as you savor each other’s taste.

feeling your heart racing for him, he starts rubbing his hard heat between your folds again, soaking it with your arousal. you whimper into his mouth and sunghoon gets excited all over again like a puppy, spreading your legs even wider. making your stiff, unused joints ache a little.

he skillfully guides his tip towards your center and the sensation drives you insane.

and finally, the moment he’d been waiting for.

sunghoon starts pushing in, the strech is immediate. your cry is drawn in by his lips while he growls in yours, savoring the clench.

you don’t remember being this tight, it’s just that this asshole is manifestly… too hung.

inch by inch, you feel your warmth swallow him, and the deeper he buries, the more you struggle to catch air.

your core gets progressively wetter, adjusting to his size. sunghoon releases your lips, unable to hold back his groans of pleasure. he watches his length disappear into your body with a proud, possessive smile, while you keep swearing under your breath from the intrusive sensation.

after a moment, he finally buries deep inside you and you let your head fall back onto the pillow.

it’s too much, way too much.

you didn’t expect sunghoon to fill you up so much. every vein, every twich of his girth is felt between your walls.

you feel stuffed, you feel owned.

after letting your depths softened a bit and grew accustomed to him, sunghoon pulls out almost entirely… just to thrust back roughly, bottoming out. you cry so damn loud, while he lets out a primal growl.

“sunghoon, i can’t,” you say, desperately fighting for breath.

he grabs your chin with his fingers and forces you to look at him. “you can, y/n, you can” he kisses you fiercely and starts pounding you, setting a ruthless tempo, making your chest bounce with every thrust.

with his other hand, your boyfriend lifts your hips to position you at his preferred angle and sinks even deeper, reaching your sweet spot with a masterstroke. your scream rips from your chest.

“you will take everything i give you". sunghoon's thrusts get erratic, having the time of his life, reveling in it.

tears well in your eyes as you can’t handle the overwhelming pleasure blooming deep within, only able to reply, "fuck you", between choked sobs, as the sound of smacking flesh fills the room. he laughs devilishly, "i fucking am, love", wiping away the tear at the corner of your eye and tasting it from his thumb.

in retaliation, you grab cling to his back and let your fingernails dig into his skin, making him wince. if sunghoon leaves his marks on you, there’s no reason you shouldn’t leave yours on him.

however, it doesn’t deter him, quite the opposite. and sunghoon numbs your mind with another powerful stroke, feeling him in your throat.

you have no idea how much time has passed; you only know that sunghoon is fucking you like a dog in heat and that your third climax is slowly mounting.

sunghoon gave you no time to savour the second climax, never stopping the possessive rolls, wanting to make you come again and again until you become boneless beneath him.

and you can already feel it in your stomach, this orgasm is going to be ruthless, going to tear you apart completely.

you won’t be able to walk tomorrow and only one person will be responsible for that.

a drop of sweat falls on you, sunghoon; your boyfriend is all sweaty as he has yet to come, denying himself to keep his entire focus on you, on wrecking you.

he eventually reaches his limits, his balls hurting and his thrusts losing in precision: he’s close.

but that’s when it hits you: sunghoon didn’t use protection.

creampie, that’s what this asshole wants, isn’t he ?

“wait, wait, don’t come inside… i’m not on the pill.” sunghoon’s eyes widen, his steamy dream getting shattered. reluctantly and without ever slowing down his rhythm, he asks you, “where do you want it then?” you stare at him in surprise; you have no fucking idea, you can’t think straight because… because of him, omg.

your used walls contract around his length, making sunghoon grunts, “fuck y/n don’t squeeze me like that or i won’t be able to control myself in time”.

but as soon as he utters those words, your boyfriend successfully brushes against your spongy spot and you tighten around him “y/n ” he dares to raise his voice.

you snap back, “you fucking idiot, maybe stop thrusting into me and let me think” but sunghoon shakes his head: “can’t,” and proves it with another deep stroke that hits your cervix, making you arch your back and almost roll your eyes, “asshole,” your voice cracks, as you can no longer hold back.

you melt into a painful ecstasy, body quivering as your orgasm ravages every nerve ending; you had to let go of his back to grip the sheets tightly instead, your joints aching.

“tell me where, y/n,” sunghoon asks again as your walls spasm around his length and his hips stutter. but you're basking in the afterglow and you neither want to nor can think about it, so you simply mumble: “if i get pregnant i’ll kill you park sunghoon,” that bastard chuckles breathlessly and capture your lips in a kiss, “my lovely girl.”

sunghoon gives one last overwhelming thrust, that draws a broken sound from you and then, and paints you with his seed. he growls while shooting so much cum and you already start praying in your head that a damn baby isn’t already on the way.

sunghoon collapses heavily on top of you, resting his head on your chest. he doesn’t care that he’s crushing you with weight, because it feels so good lying there, right where he belongs; on your breasts covered in his marks, his hot fluid inside you, listening to the racing of your heart. racing for him.

you're limp and winded on your wet sheet, body shaking with tremors, feeling his release mingle intimately with your essence.

it’s obvious that sunghoon doesn’t want to withdraw from your core, finding solace in it. but after a quiet moment, he still ends up pulling out, and you feel all his seed running out of you, making you wince in discomfort.

with what little energy remains, sunghoon finally lifts himself off you, sounding like a tired grandpa and rolls over next to you in the bed. then, he wraps his big arms around you, needing to hold you close, engulfing you with his entire frame. he grabs the sheets and covers your two naked, sweaty bodies.

you think sunghoon is acting affectionate, ready to cuddle and rest with you, and you like every minute of it.

until you feel him shift your position so your ass is against his shaft. you’re completely unwary and drained, so you don't react in time.

sunghoon swiftly grabs both your butt cheeks and spreads them apart, sinking his half-hard length deep inside you once more and sending his cum up along your sensitive walls.

you groan in discomfort and want to escape his overwhelming embrace, but he holds you even tighter between his arms. “didn't you say you love my hug?,” your boyfriend says, twisting words you said long ago.

he plants a smoosh on your temple, another on your cheek, then one last one on your shoulder. “bitch, let me go,” but sunghoon is already pretending to sleep, resting his head in the curve of your neck, while molding your inside to his shape. you try to pull away again, but his biceps lock you in too tightly.

after several seconds of pointless struggle you give up, feeling him smile against your skin. you drift off to sleep in the most uncomfortable position ever, but still feeling warm inside; sunghoon having claimed not only of your heart, but also every part of you.

fuck.

few weeks later.

it’s hard to believe, but the person who took you to a restaurant for valentine’s day this year… is sunghoon, none other than the campus heartthrob, park sunghoon.

and unexpectedly, your ex best friend turned boyfriend gives you everything you’ve been searching for.

your days are filled with laughter and tokens of affection, your nights are filled with whispers and possessive embraces. there is an unique spark in your eyes, one that reveals a deep complicity, born from your years of friendship, and that only the two of you can understand (and maybe jay, just a little).

but that's exactly why, even though your soul is overflowing with love for park sunghoon, you have a knot in your stomach.

the more you fall for him and his antics, the more anxious you become.

what if he ultimately breaks your heart, just like he did with all the girls before you?

who exactly would come to mend your heart when you were the one wiping away his girls' tears?

despite the happiness your relationship brings you, you don’t fully trust him yet. as a way of protecting yourself, you lower your expectations and somehow prepare yourself to be disappointed.

you tell yourself that this way, if he does end up crushing you, you'll be able to forgive him someday and be friends with him again.

so, unconsciously, you wait for the day when you’ll wake up to a cold bed, empty of his presence.

but every morning, you wake up to sheets still warm from him, because he has gotten up to make you breakfast (and, through daily practice, has actually learned how to make eggs).

and every sunday, park sunghoon leaves a fresh rose on your pillow because he knows how much romance means to you.

few months later.

surprisingly, sunghoon managed to pass his year; barely, but he made it. he's still his usual self (slacker and uninterested), but you forced him to study with you or else you wouldn't have sex with him: an effective academic approach.

sunghoon quit his job at that shady bar the day he was cast by a modeling agency (about time his unreal looks get noticed), and now he’s the one paying for your dates; he’s so proud of it and it makes you chuckle every time.

what’s less funny though, is that you’re still providing for half his lifestyle, especially his whimsical cravings for designer clothes. that bastard thinks you haven’t noticed him steal your card.

a sugar boy one day, a sugar boy forever.

he also decided to cut ties with his mom and moved in with you. it's fair to say sunghoon didn't really give you a choice, since jay apparently never opened the door (and rightfully). luckily for him, you're in love and you won’t let him stay in a that hellhole a second longer.

your couch has returned to its normal shape now that your boyfriend only wants to sleep in your bed. although you did force him back onto the sofa, the few times he wouldn’t stop rubbing against your butt and playing with your bossoms the night before exams.

three years later.

you’re both college graduates—sunghoon succeeded thanks to you, of course. you started working at a big firm with an impressive salary.

sunghoon continued modeling and makes a good living. however, he keeps a low profile because he doesn’t want to be chased by women.

who would’ve thought the campus heartthrob would age like this?

in fact, his new goal is to save up enough so you two can start a business together. sunghoon finds that you spend too much time at the office and misses you greatly; that’s partly the reason, because you can tell he hates seeing so many men among your coworkers

and yes, park sunghoon is still your boyfriend—much to everyone’s surprise at the annual alumni meeting: jay’s, jungwon’s, wonyoung’s (oops), and jake’s.

jake still gets on sunghoon’s nerves by the way. you’ve stayed close friends, and he lets you hang out with him. and you wouldn’t fucking care even if sunghoon didn’t want to anyway, he can just sulk in his little corner.

though let is a pretty big word when, after every outing with jake, sunghoon ties you up and makes you pay in bed. the stings of his jealousy covers your skin with love bites—so everyone knows you’re his, and makes you climax over and over until your body is too sore to get out of sheets the next day.

to this day, you’re still not 100% convinced that you were right to give him a chance that day, to put your trust in him; the silver ring you found beneath the bed carrying the weight of both a promise and a threat.

because… can old habits really disappear completely?

but the more time passes, the more certain you become: you’re willing spend the rest of your life intertwined to the irredeemable park sunghoon.

for better or for worse.

the end.

NOTES so i started writing this fic 7 months ago, took me approximately 6 months to write 6k words and 7 days to write 18k…. so if you feel like some parts of this are good and some awful well, that’s normal, my state of mind went through a lot during all this time ajdjdj. the hidden truth was supposed to be a quick oneshot, something set in a normal college setting to change my mind from my main fic, but at some point i really thought i wouldn’t see the end of it. bad boy fics never get old so i wanted to write mine, but i have no idea how it became a friends to lovers dynamic (since im not really found of the genre lol). i didn’t know if i should continue writing it since i had initially visioned a real red flag sunghoon and a relationship way more angsty, but it came off a lot more soft than intended (to my standards at least). however i had written way too much to give up. it was supposed to be an open ending as well but you can guess the happy ending with the last sentence. it was my first time (feeling shy) writing smut and it took me whole 4 days omg. i still tried to write it in my own style while including stuffs that readers usually enjoy… idk if it blended well, but i tried my best. anyway, english isn’t my first language so a lot of phrasing will be straight pee and poop i’m so sorry, i tried to check for typos but well such a long fic… hard to notice everything. i hope you enjoyed reading it, i put my whole hoonp heart in it. ❤︎❤︎❤︎

“uh… uh huh.”

sunghoon pushed on, gaining confidence after that little push. he cleared his throat, eyes fixed on the female in front of him. 

“my heart flutters every time you walk into the room, and every word you confide in me—” 

“nope. stop.” jake cut him off, waving his spoon like a referee. “dude, nah. what are you? you’re not 72, you’re only 23!” 

sunghoon groaned loudly, covering his face with both hands, elbows planted on the table. his dark hair fell forward as he slumped. “then how am i supposed to say it?” he mumbled through his fingers, voice muffled and frustrated. 

jake leaned forward on the chair, grinning. oh, his poor little bestfriend. he turned to the poor waitress, who was holding the pot of water as she refilled sunghoon’s cup for the fifth time of the night. 

“alright, be honest,” jake asked her, tilting his head. “would you accept his confession?”

the waitress blinked, cheeks tinting ping. she shifted on her seat, chuckling softly. “uh… um… well, it’s a bit too… much? like, too fast?” she gave a nervous little laugh. “i mean, that was really sweet! a little gross, but so sweet!”

jake clapped his hands in victory. “exactly. thank you.” he flashed her his charming smile. the waitress smiled back, scooting to leave the banquette chair. “also, can i get a cup of coffee? thank you.”

“sure,” she nodded quickly. before leaving, she glanced at sunghoon, whose head was still slumped against his palms. her voice softened a little. “and don’t worry too much about it. girls are simpler than you think. it’ll go well.”

sunghoon just muttered a soft, weak “thanks…” without lifting his head.

once she disappeared toward the counter, jake stood up, swung the single chair back to its original spot and slid back into the booth across from sunghoon. he stretched his arms along the back of the seat, sighing. 

they’d been practicing for the past hour straight, and it honestly wasn’t looking too good for sunghoon. every attempt came out either painfully stiff and awkward or overly dramatic—like it was so obviously scripted and rehearsed. 

the fluorescent lights of the diner above them flicked once, casting a brief shadow over sunghoon’s flushed face. he couldn’t believe they just stole away a waitress, her time, and made her the victim of his endless confessions.

jake watched him for a second, the grin faded into something more to sympathy. he leaned forward, arms on the table now. 

sunghoon finally dropped his hands, thoroughly defeated. “i’m never doing this again.”

“you’re overthinking it.” jake said, voice lower than before. “yn isn’t the type who wants fireworks and bouquet of roses. she literally laughs at the smallest things in the world and more than anything, she’d value your honesty and sincerity more than these… superficial things.” he tapped the table twice for emphasis.

“just be honest and direct. tell her how you actually feel when you see her. that’s it.” 

sunghoon finally lifted his head, dragging a hand through his dark hair. his jaw clenched, dark brown eyes tired under the warm lighting. “i know that,” he muttered, sighing. “but every time i think about actually saying it to her… my brain just goes blank, man.”

“what if i ruin it? everything? we’ve been friends for some time now—i can’t just fuck it we ball. what if she doesn’t feel the same and it gets weird?” 

jake shrugged, stealing a fry from sunghoon’s forgotten, unfinished plate. “then it gets weird for a bit. but at least you’ll know how it actually goes if you do confess.” he pointed a fry at his friend. 

“and besides, you know how she is. she’s not going to throw a friendship over some temporary feelings. she’s more mature despite her looks.”

sunghoon didn’t answer right away. he stared at his glass instead, watching droplets of condensation slide down the glass. the thought of you made his chest ache in that terrifying way of rejection. 

he could already picture it.

your soft voice saying no, the same voice that sunghoon loved hearing more than the sound of his band’s songs. the way your fingers would probably hold his’, telling him how sorry you are, the same fingers that strummed his guitar. how you’d look turning him down—no longer the peaceful look you always have on your face. 

ugh, fuck. you’d probably look awkward, guilty, and pity him. looking pathetic in front of you was the last thing sunghoon ever wanted. 

and the thing was—sunghoon’s feelings, he’s sure it’s not just temporary. they weren’t just a passing crush like how the other boys had for their crushes. this feeling settled deep in his chest and it only grew stronger every single day.

“i don’t know,” he finally said, voice low. his fingers messed with his hair again, tugging at the strands in frustration. 

“ah, fuck it,” sunghoon muttered under his breath, tipping his head back before his shoulders slumped. “i’ll just… shit, i won’t do it.”

jake’s eyebrows shot up. “hey, don’t be like that. what gives?”

sunghoon shook his head, refusing to meet his best friend’s eyes. he slumped back against the seat. “nah, i don’t want to hear it when she says no.”

there it was—the insecurity he kept locked away that’s slipping out in his tone. sunghoon wasn’t the type to say it out loud often, but tonight it sat right on the surface. jake knew this too well. 

jake leaned forward a little more, frowning in confusion. it wasn’t going well, sure—but sunghoon looked determined enough just a few seconds ago. “you won’t know that unless you try.”

“nah, it’s fine, man,” sunghoon replied quickly, scoffing. he leaned back, arms crossed over his chest. pure body language sign that he didn’t want to have this conversation anymore. “i’ll just regret it.”

jake, still slightly frowning, watched him for a few seconds, then sighed. “alright… well, you do you.” he paused, tapping his fingers once on the table before adding, more seriously this time. “i’m just saying… it’s not like you have all the time in the world. you either take the risk, or lose the chance.”

the words landed like the moon between them. sunghoon didn’t reply. he only stared at his cold glass again. jake quietly sipped on his coffee, drumming his fingers against the table.

the diner went quiet. 

——

when did it all start? 

maybe it was the first time he ever saw you.

it was a few years back—a lazy, hot afternoon in jake’s dorm meant to study but turned into doing nothing. jake had been showing him old photos on his phone, scrolling through memories when sunghoon wasn’t even in. 

then there you were, standing next to jake in one of the pictures, maybe fourteen, or younger than that. sunghoon couldn’t tell. but you were smiling brightly with messy hair and stained uniform. jake laughed and said something like, “that’s my childhood bestfriend, yn. she’s starting here this semester.”

sunghoon had only nodded at the time.

or maybe it started the day you stepped into their elective class—graphic web designing—half an hour late. 

you’d missed the bus, hair—again—slightly messy from rushing across the campus, cheeks flushed and the collar of your blouse was slightly wet with sweat. the professor made you introduce yourself in front of the entire auditorium as “punishment”.

just like others, you were embarrassed. but a cute kind. the kind where sunghoon was glad the bus ran late because he got to see you this way. 

or maybe the night his band performed at the campus music festival.

the lights were blinding and the crowd was loud. but in the middle of one song, his vision had cleared for a split second and he saw you. standing near the front with jake, smiling and not singing cause you had no idea what you’d just dragged yourself into. 

you’re an awkward girl, sunghoon could tell that. probably not as awkward as him, but definitely not as outgoing like the others in the crowd. when the set ended and you smiled up at the stage—not at the band or the performance, but specifically him when your eyes met—something within sunghoon shifted.

that was the moment he knew it wasn’t casual anymore. 

HONK!

sunghoon startled, snapping back into reality as the sharp sound of a car horn cut through his thoughts. he was behind the wheel of his sedan, halfway home. the traffic light in front of him had turned green while he was lost in his head. 

“gosh… jesus, calm down,” he muttered under his breath, cheeks warming with embarrassment even though he was alone. he quickly shifted gears, pressing the accelerator a little too hard before easing off. 

his hands tightened slightly on the steering wheel. that spiral of memories left a strange tightness in his chest. the way you looked at him. not the lights, not his bandmates, not jake. just him. 

he exhaled slowly, trying to shake the feeling off. driving usually helped him clear his head, but tonight, every red light felt like a warning. 

you either take the risk, or lose the chance. 

sunghoon bit the inside of his cheek. he wasn’t sure if he was ready to even risk it… but the longer he waited, the more he’s at a loss.

how was he supposed to say it then? 

sunghoon tried practicing in his head again, muttering under his breath like an idiot. 

“hey, yn… i’ve been wanting to tell you something for a while now…”

too casual. basic.

“i like you. a lot. more than a lot, actually—”

no. that sounded too desperate. 

“if you don’t like me back, i don’t know what i’m gonna to myself.”

what the fuck was that? sunghoon cringed hard, gripping the wheel tighter. he’s not saying that to you.

every version felt wrong. too stiff. too awkward. too much. not enough. 

damn. was this even the right thing to do?

you… you were so full of light. so whimsical and kind to everyone in a way sunghoon had never known before. smiling, laughing, giving pieces of yourself away so… so easily. sunghoon wanted that. he wanted all of it for himself. 

but what if you didn’t feel the same? what if you only saw him as someone from your graphic class? as jake’s bestfriend?

he hated how that was possible. and how much power you had over him without even knowing it.

“... i just want her to look at me,” he muttered quietly, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel.  “is that too much to ask?”

the selfish want sat heavy in his chest, mixed with the familiar fear of rejection. sunghoon didn’t think about what his confession might do to you. the thought about what not having you was already consuming him too much. 

——

“kibbles?” sunghoon called softly, voice echoing a little in the dim hallway. he kicked off his shoes by the entrance, setting it aside with his foot. “kibbles?”

huh. she’d usually come running. or at least meowed from her favourite spot on the windowsill where she liked to watch the car headlights. the sound of the door unlocked should already alert her that he was home.

but tonight there was nothing.

sunghoon frowned, sighing as he set his keys down on the console table. he made his way through to her usual spots first—the windowsill, none. the corner of the couch where she’d bundle in the blanket, none. on top of his speaker stack, not there too. under the dinner table, no sign of her.

“kibs, come on,” he muttered, a small thread of annoyance and worry creeping in as he walked further into the house. deciding to let her be for now, sunghoon went into his room and flipped on the bathroom light.

he froze.

there—kibbles was lying motionless on the cold tile floor near the sink, her small gray body curled unnaturally. a half–chewed blue-green pebble was sitting right in her slightly opened mouth. white, foamy drool trailed at the corner of her cat mouth.

insecticide bait pellets for the tiny ants he’d bought. 

“shit…” sunghoon whispered, heart dropping. 

he crouched down slowly, hand hovering over her without touching. she was already cold—must’ve been a while ago today while he was out the whole day. sunghoon glanced at the pellets he scattered around the floor. 

he must’ve forgotten to throw the rest of those pellets out after he placed them. he’d meant to, really had. but between band practice, the constant thinking about you, work, assignments—it had slipped his mind. 

“sorry, kibs,” he breathed, scratching the back of his neck, then ruffled through his messy hair. 

what a shitty fucking day. 

he crouched there on the bathroom floor for a long moment, just staring at her. she’d been with him since his first year—a low–maintenance companion who never asked for much, but always kept him together. 

and now she was gone because he’d been careless about throwing those damn poison pellets out. 

eventually, sunghoon stood up. he grabbed an old towel from the rack and gently wrapped her in it, carrying her out of the bathroom. she felt heavy and unnaturally stiff in his gentle grip. he placed her on the kitchen counter for a second while he looked for a bag.

once he found one, a paper bag, he carefully slid her inside and set the bag near the edge of the counter, meaning to deal with it properly later. to bury her outside, or something. 

but his phone suddenly rang, cutting through the silence of the house.

he pulled it out of his pocket. 

haewon.

“hey,” sunghoon answered, voice tired and weary. 

“hey, are you and jake okay?” haewon asked without much greeting. it’s always been like that anyway. she sounded like she was walking somewhere, keys jingling in the background.  

“yeah, why?”

“dunno… he just looked kinda bummed when he came home. you okay?”

sunghoon let out a long breath, leaning against the counter. his eyes drifted to the plastic bag holding kibbles.

“not really,” he admitted quietly. “kibbles died.”

there was a soft gasp, then followed with a short pause on the other end.

“oh gosh…” haewon muttered, her breath hitched in her lungs. “sunghoon, i’m sorry… what happened?”

“she just… she ate something bad,” he said, the words coming out carefully. he didn’t mention the insecticide pellets. didn’t mention he’d forgotten to throw them out days ago. it happened. 

“i found her in the bathroom earlier.”

he left it at that—vague, but enough. people didn’t need to know about details. part of him felt kinda guilty for not telling the full truth, but another part of him just didn’t want to hear the judgement in her voice. or worse, the pity.

haewon sighed softly on the line. “that’s awful… i know how much you loved her. do you need anything? want me to come over or bring you food or—?”

“nah, it’s fine,” sunghoon replied, rubbing his temple. “i’ll deal with it. thanks though.”

“oh—alright, just let me know if anything, okay?”

“sure.”

the call didn’t last much longer. after a few more gentle words from haewon, he hung up and set the phone down. 

sunghoon stood there in silence for a moment, staring at the paper bag. he then glanced at the clock on the wall—it was almost 2. too late to deal with this properly. he’d handle it tomorrow. whatever people did in these situations.

with a tired sigh, he picked up the bag and carried it over to the kitchen trash bin. sunghoon hesitated for half a second—he didn’t want to throw her out, of course; but he didn’t want to have a dead cat lying on the counter. 

so he dropped it inside.

the soft thud it made when it hit the rest of the trash felt heavier than it should have.

sunghoon didn’t want to think about it anymore tonight. what would change?

he turned off the lights, dragging himself to his bedroom, changed to his shorts before collapsing onto the bed. he closed his eyes, hoping sleep would come fast.

what a shitty fucking day.

——

“hah—ngh—?” 

you were underneath him.

a broken sound escaped your throat as pleasure coiled tight in your tummy. you were spread out on his bed, legs wrapped around his waist as he moved deep inside you in slow, rolling thrusts.

missionary. intimate. close.

“shit, yn…” sunghoon groaned, his fingers digging into the fat of your hips. you felt impossibly warm and tight around him. like a fucking vice. your hands were gripping his back, pretty little manicured nails digging into his skin every time he sank in fully. 

he leaned to kiss you hard, tongue sliding against yours, swallowing every little gasp and whimper that left your lips. your bodies were slick with sweat and saliva and cum—skin sliding together with every movement like oil on oil.

sunghoon pulled back just enough to look at your face—flushed, eyes hazy and teary and blurry with pleasure, lips parted with your lipstick smudged across your lips and his’. so fucking pretty. fuck—the way your tits bounced back and forth every single time he rammed into you.

that made him thrust harder, deeper, grinding against that spot that instantly made your back arch off the bed. your eyes rolled back into your head, and you gasped so aloud it made sunghoon’s hair stand up.

your head tilted back, nails digging into sunghoon’s back.

“ahh—fuck! right there!” 

your voice was wrecked, desperate, and so fucking sweet. you clung to him tighter like a lifeline, arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders, hips rolling up eagerly to meet every thrust. your tight walls fluttered and clenched around his cock, pulling him deeper with every desperate movement.

sunghoon groaned against your neck, kissing and biting the sensitive skin as he picked up his pace. he fucked you harder, grinding against up the pace. he fucked you harder, grinding against that perfect, gummy spot inside you with every stroke. the way your body responded—arching, trembling, soaking his length—drove him insane. 

“you’re so tight, ugh shit—feels s’good.” he moaned, capturing your lips in a messy, heated kiss, swallowing your moans as he drove into you again and again. your breasts pressed against his chest, nipples hard from arousal. one of his hands slid down to grip your thigh, spreading you wider so he could bury himself even deeper.

you moaned louder into his mouth, nails raking so hard and deep it left angry, red marks down his canvas of a skin. your hips kept rolling up like you couldn’t get enough. “g—gonna cum, i’m gonna cum—!”

so wet. so tight. so perfect.

sunghoon wanted to stay buried inside you forever.

“yeah—? oh jesus,” he grunted, nudging your head up to expose more of your neck so he could press his hot lips to your jugular. he kissed the spot first—soft and open–mouthed—before sucking hard on that soft spot, tongue dragging over your pulsing vein as he continued thrusting into you with deep strokes.

the wet, filthy sound of his hips meeting yours filled the room. 

he pulled back just enough to look at your pretty flushed face, eyes clouded with lust.

“i love you,” he whispered hoarsely against your lips. “do you love me?”

your eyes slowly fluttered open. you looked up at him with that soft, hazy expression he loved so much. your fingers brushed his messy, damp hair away from his forehead tenderly, then you smiled—sweet and warm and honey dripped. 

and then you whispered back,

“i love you, jaeyun.”

what—?

sunghoon woke up with a violent jolt, gasping sharply as he sat up in bed. 

his heart was racing so fast, skin covered in a thin layer of sweat, and his cock—his cock was painfully hard, straining against his boxes. the dream still clung to him, the heat of your body, the way you moaned, the way your tight pussy tightened and clenched around him felt so real.

but those last words hit him like ice water.

jaeyun.

sunghoon sat there in the dark of his room, chest heaving, staring at his own reflection on the wall in front of him. the name echoed in his head, twisting something ugly and sharp in his stomach. 

he ran a shaky hand through his hair, trying to calm his breathing. 

it was just a dream. just a stupid fucking dream that felt so, so, so fucking real. 

just a dream. shit.

he let out a heavy sigh and glanced down. the front of his boxers was visibly wet and sticky, soaked through from how hard he’d cum during the dream. at the age of 23. he cursed under his breath and pulled the blanket off his lap.

then he finally looked at the clock on his nightstand.

16:53

“damn…” sunghoon muttered, rubbing his face. he had slept through the entire morning and most of the afternoon. he’d missed practice—but thank god the rental store was closed for the day. 

RING—!

his phone suddenly rang, vibrating loudly on the nightstand. sunghoon reached over to grab it—the screen lit up with jake’s name.

he stared at it for a long second before picking up, his voice coming out rough and slightly annoyed when he was reminded of the dream. 

“what?”

“whoa, damn,” jake laughed on the other end. easy. “did i wake you up or something? you sound like shit.”

sunghoon leaned back against the headboard, running his fingers through his hair again. “uh—yeah, sorry. long night. what do you want?” sunghoon cleared his throat, sounding less… irritated. 

jake didn’t seem fazed. “band night at the hollow tonight. a couple of the guys from fine arts are playing. thought you might wanna come through. you in?”

sunghoon hummed, leaning his head back, staring at the ceiling. kibbles’ death and the dream was still clinging to him like sweat. 

“uh… no, i don’t think so actually.”

there was a short pause. 

“you are?” jake asked, both teasing and concerned lilt slipping into his voice. he wondered if sunghoon was still annoyed and bummed from last night’s conversation. “yn will be there.”

sunghoon’s grip tightened slightly on the phone. the mention of your name sent a mix of heat and unease through his chest. it’s nice if you were there—it’d been a minute since sunghoon last saw you. he figured he could…

kibbles.

his heart ached.

“uhm… yeah, no. i don’t know, maybe not,” he muttered, rubbing his eyes. “something came up.”

jake hummed, not buying it. haewon must’ve not told him yet about kibbles. “something came up, huh? you’ve been weird since last night, man. are you good?”

“i’m fine,” sunghoon replied a little too quickly. “just… ‘m just not in the mood tonight. tell haewon and yn i said hi though.”

a beat.

“...alright, sure.” jake didn’t push further, but his tone made it obvious he was suspicious and slightly disappointed. “but if you ever change your mind, we’ll be there from like, 8–ish. don’t rot in your room all night, hoon.”

“yeah, and i won’t—later, jake.”

sunghoon hung up and tossed his phone onto the bed beside him. he sat there in silence for a while, the wet spot on his boxers now cold and uncomfortable.

he glanced at the clock again—it’s a little past 5pm. knowing jake and haewon, they were probably going to drag you out to eat first before heading to the bar for the night. the thought made his tummy twist.

it’s so… bad.

sunghoon hated how easily jealousy sat in his chest now. hated how vivid that dream still felt. hated that even after everything, the first name that left your lips in his fantasy wasn’t his. 

with a heavy sigh, sunghoon forced himself up and out of bed. he stripped off his boxers, tossed them into the laundry basket, and headed to the bathroom. the shower water was hot when he stepped under it, steam quickly filling the small space.

he closed his eyes, letting the water run down his face. 

it’s because you and jake were childhood friends.

that had to be it. that closeness from time. the inside jokes. the way you finished each other’s sentences and food. the way jake could casually throw his arm around your shoulder and you’d just laugh it off, not tensing up. 

the two of you had years of platonic history. sunghoon had… what? a few months—a year, at least—of stolen glances, late–night study sessions, occasional group hangouts, and bar nights where he always ended up sitting near you but never close enough.

the four of you even worked together at the old movie rental store off campus. that was how he got to see you more often—organising shelves together, sharing lunch times together, the chats when the store was empty. those shifts were everything to him. 

sunghoon pressed his forehead to the cool tile, jaw tight.

he wanted more than that, though.

the water kept falling, but it did nothing to wash away the ugly twist in his chest.

——

after his shower, sunghoon stripped the messy sheets off his bed to replace them with fresh ones, trying to keep his hands busy, mind occupied. he was smoothing out the comforter when his phone started ringing again.

gosh. endless calls.

but this time, the screen lit up with your name. 

yn ♡

sunghoon’s heart jumped, and he nearly let go of the pillow he was puffing up. he cleared his throat a couple of times, quickly running his still–damp hair to compose himself before swiping to answer.

“hi, yn,” he said, trying to sound casual even though his voice came out a little lower than usual. 

“hi, sunghoon,” your voice came through the line, soft and warm like always. like you. “are you coming to the band night at the hollow later?”

sunghoon sat on the edge of his freshly made bed, fingers gripping the phone a little tighter. he sucked the inside of his cheek before replying, “uh… maybe not. i don’t know yet,” he answered, hesitating. did you call him just to ask if he was going? did jake put you in on this?

“are you?”

a short second paused before you answered.

“yeah, i am,” you hummed. “one of my girls is performing with her band tonight, so i have to show up,” you continued with a small laugh. there was another short pause before you added, 

“it’d be nice to have you there, though. i’ve got something to tell you.”

sunghoon’s tummy flipped. his heart jumped, and the words got stuck in his throat. 

“really?” his voice softened, a grin plastered on his face. “what is it?”

you let out a soft giggle. “haha, you’ve got to come then if you want to know.”

he couldn’t help the smile that rugged at his lips. canines digging down the flesh of his lower lip, sunghoon fumbled with his pants’ drawstrings. 

“hmm… we’ll see.”

there was another brief pause. then, you continued, tone shifting to something more casual but sincere. “oh, also… i wanna let you know that i’ve put in my two weeks at the store. i wanna focus on helping my mom with the family business we got going on.”

sunghoon’s smile faded. he hadn’t expected that. the only time he could see you for eight hours a day was when you shared a shift. but now, you were going? leaving him?

“oh… wow. that’s… that’s sudden.”

“yeah,” you replied quietly. “i’ll tell you more about it later if you come tonig—crap!” 

there was a sudden clatter on your end, followed by shuffling sounds like you were moving around quickly.

sunghoon sat up straighter. “yn? are you okay?”

he heard a soft grunt on the other line, then your voice. “yeah, yeah—but ugh,” you muttered, crouching down. he could hear the faint echo of your voice like you were near a tiled floor or drain. “my gem fell!”

“your what?”

“my necklace,” you explained, voice a little strained and clearly frustrated. sunghoon heard more shuffling on your end, like you were trying to look for it down the drain. “my onyx, ugh. it’s for protection and i’m supposed to bury it—it just slipped off…”

sunghoon’s lips twitched despite everything. even in small, troubled moments like this, you were still so you.

just as he was about to drift back into that dangerous fantasy, your voice pulled him back. “—of all days! i already feel so crappy, gosh.” 

there was a soft sigh on your end before you continued, “today’s been awful… anyway, i’ll see you tonight?”

sunghoon hesitated for half a second, then answered quietly, “sure. i’ll be there.”

your voice brightened, sunghoon could hear it. he bit back a smile. “really? okay, great. i’ll text you if anything changes. see you later, sunghoon.”

“mmhm. see you, yn.”

the call ended.

the promise of seeing you tonight—with the something you wanted to tell him—made his chest feel tight in a way that was both exciting and terrifying. 

tonight could be the night that everything changes.

——

“welcome to crystal cove.” 

sunghoon gave the girl behind the counter a small smile as he stepped inside the quirky little shop. the place smelled in incense and old wood, with soft ambient music playing in the background. he looked around slowly, taking in the shelves packed with crystals, tarots, and spiritual… weird trinkets. 

the girl, who looked to be around his age with dyed purple hair, multiple piercings, barely looked up from her nails at first. 

“if you need help with anything, let me know,” she said lazily, then went back to filing her nails.

sunghoon just nodded and wandered into the store, browsing quietly. after a couple of minutes, he cleared his throat. “uh, yeah… actually i do need help. do you have crystal or gem necklaces?”

the girl finally put down her nail file and walked out from behind the counter.

“yeah, let me show you.”

she led him to a small table that had a spinning display rack full of necklaces and pendants. different stones in shapes and colours hung neatly. 

“this is all we have,” she said, giving the rack a little spin. “they all have their own energies and stuff, so yeah… take your pick.”

sunghoon leaned in slightly, scanning the many options. “wow, thanks…” he paused, then asked, “what’s one for… calmness, or something like that?”

the girl tilted her head, thinking for a second before picking out a necklace with a smooth, pale blue stone. “this one’s blue lace agate. pretty good for calmness and communication. helps with anxiety too, supposedly.”

sunghoon stared at it for a moment, then nodded before taking it from her hand. “okay, cool… thanks.”

“mmhm,” the girl replied with a small hum, already turning away to go back behind the counter. she picked up the nail file again.

sunghoon held the necklace for a few seconds, turning it over in his palm. huh… yn’s not gonna like this. it felt too generic. he quietly placed it back on the spinning rack. 

just as he was about to walk away—get you another thing, bracelet, or something—something else caught his eye.

on the shelf right in front of him sat a small collection of boxes, tiny voodoo keychains, and other oddities. tucked between a "manifestation jar” and a pack of antique–degined tarot cards was an unassuming item labeled—

one wish willow.

the box was small and white, almost minimalist. on the front was a delicate illustration of a slender, weeping willow branch with a single growing orb at the tip. the text printed in a thin, elegant serif font:

grab your wish willow! 

break with intention. one use only.

below that, in a smaller faded letting:

wishes do come true. be careful what you ask for.

the packaging looked old, like something you’d find in an actual vintage shop rather than a crystal store like this. sunghoon turned it around. on the back was a simple set of instructions printed in the same font:

spark the middle, break in half.

he stared at it for another few seconds.

huh… a wish. a small, crooked smile tugged at his lips. 

“yn’s gonna like this.”

sunghoon grabbed the box without thinking twice and headed to the counter. the girl looked up from filing her nails again when he placed it down. 

“no crystals?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

he shook his head, smiling. “this one’s better, i think,” he replied, shrugging.

she scanned the item with a bored expression. “oh right, sure. ‘cause you can make a wish. everyone wants a wish.” she said, her tone subtly sarcastic as she put the box in a small paper bag.

sunghoon let out an awkward laugh. “haha… yeah. it’s, um… it’s not for me.”

“right…” the girl glanced up at him, as she slid the bag towards him with a half-smile. “well, don’t come back complaining if it actually works.”

sunghoon raised an eyebrow. “oh, don’t worry, i won—wait, what do you mean? people complain about these?” 

the girl leaned her elbows on the counter, looking mildly entertained for the first time she puts her file down. “well, they’re from the 70s, so most people buy them as collectibles. not really meant to be used. the ones who do use them… usually come back complaining.”

sunghoon let out a short, disbelieving laugh. “haha, why? ‘cause they make regretful wishes or something?”

the girl didn't laugh. she just looked at him for a beat too long. 

“yeah. and then they wish they were dead.”

a heavy silence fell between them. the soft ambient music in the store suddenly went deafened.

sunghoon blinked, slightly taken aback. the girl didn’t bat her eyes away. 

“... what?”

she held his gaze for another second before she suddenly cracked a smile and laughed lightly, waving her hand. 

“well, that’d be 15000 won.”

the eerie tension vanished as quickly as it came. sunghoon blinked, letting out an awkward chuckle but still a little unsettled. 

“ah, haha… um, here.” he handed her his card. she rang him up quickly, slipped the receipt into the bag. “you’re good at creeping people out.” he complimented her nervously.

the girl laughed, shrugging. 

“enjoy your wish.”

when sunghoon walked off with his paperbag, he turned to look at the girl behind the counter.

she smiled very still, eerily.

wow, sunghoon thought, shaking his head. she needs a raise.

——

the hollow was loud but cozy, being a small bar after all. a local band warmed up on stage followed by low chatter of regulars. the four of you were seated at a round wooden table near the back: you, sunghoon, jake, and haewon.

“—so this guy at the volunteering site tried to flirt with me in the midst of cleaning up the chicken’s cage. mid–scooping he goes, ‘you have really pretty eyes.’”

jake bursted out laughing. “ew, that’s disgusting. what did you say?”

“i told him my eyes were only pretty when i wasn’t smelling shit,” haewon replied, laughing.

you were laughing too, leaning forward with your chin resting on your hand. “he sounds silly. did he keep trying?”

sunghoon smiled along, but honestly, he wasn’t really listening. his eyes kept going back and forth from you, then haewon, then back to you again. under the table, he kept nudging jake’s foot with his own.

jake finally glanced at him, mouthing, what? 

sunghoon jerked his head subtly toward you, then gave jake a look that clearly said—leave us alone for a bit. 

jake raised his eyebrows, now?, then glanced at haewon who was still mid–story and fully engaged. 

haewon suddenly paused, catching the weird energy and the way they’ve been silent between the two boys. “what the hell are you guys doing?” 

jake’s eyes widened then he chuckled, shaking his head. “nothing! nothing, nothing.” 

nothing—was what he said, but jake’s foot nudged haewon’s underneath the table as well. she frowned, but was quick on catching it, haewon looked at sunghoon—then to you who looked a little confused, and a knowing little smirk appeared on her face.

“oh, oh, okay,” she said, clearing her throat and standing up, “well, i’m kinda thirsty so i’m gonna get more drinks. anyone want anything?”

you immediately started to stand too. “i’ll come with you!” 

then sunghoon suddenly spoke up. “wait—no, i’ll go.”

everyone paused. haewon blinked at him, jake—who was mid–standing in his seat, ready to go with haewon—looked back and forth between you and sunghoon. “uh…” 

“o—okay…” haewon murmured, slowly sitting back down. jake cleared his throat and plopped back into his chair as well. “alright, yn and sunghoon can go then. i just want a coke.”

you glanced at sunghoon, slightly surprised by the sudden switch–up when nobody wanted to go with haewon. still, you didn’t question it. “...sure,” you said with a small smile, gesturing toward the bar. 

“let’s go, sunghoon.”

the bar area was nicely lit with string lights hanging overhead, accompanied with chatters and a band playing on stage in the background. you and sunghoon found a small open spot, slightly away from the main crowd.

you leaned forward slightly, catching the bartender’s attention with a small wave.

“hi—yeah, can i, uh, get two beers, one coke, and a strawberry soju spritzer, please?” you ordered, then added with a grateful smile once he nodded. “thanks a bunch.”

the bartender tapped on the terminal. “alright, that’ll be 38,500 won,” he said. “oh, and we only take cards, hun.”

you nodded quickly, smiling. “oh yup, sure sure,” you replied, already reaching for your wallet.

sunghoon instinctively moved to pull out his own card, but you were faster. your card beeped on the reader before he could do anything. “no, no, it’s fine!” you said, smiling. the machine beeped in approval. 

“i got it.”

then, you gently pushed his hand back down with a soft laugh. sunghoon opened his mouth, then closed it again, a small smile forming despite himself. 

“you didn’t have to do that.”

“i wanted to,” you replied simply, flashing him that smile he loved so much. “you can bring the drinks later.”

sunghoon smiled. as the bartender turned to make the drinks, you turned toward him, resting your elbows on the wooden counter. he felt his pulse pick up, and rubbed the back of his neck before speaking.

“so, uhm… any new movies you’ve been watching lately?”

your eyes lit up instantly—movie talk was always a safe, comfortable topic between the two of you, having worked in a rental store and all.

“oh yeah, actually…” you got comfy. “i watched undertone two nights ago. but don’t tell kim, okay? i promised her i’d rent it at the store first so it counts toward our numbers.”

sunghoon let out a genuine laugh, the sound low. the tension from earlier eased a bit. “you watched it without renting? that’s bold. kim’s gonna kill you if she finds out.”

“i know, i know,” you giggled, covering your mouth with one hand. “i felt so guilty the entire time, but i couldn’t wait. it was so good, sunghoon. the sound design’s absolutely crazy, oh my gosh. i don’t think i’ve ever been so scared without all the jumpscares, ghosts action, you know?”

sunghoon nodded, smiling. he placed the top of his chin on his palm. “i’ve been meaning to watch it. everyone’s been talking about the score. was it as creepy as the trailer made it seem?”

“oh—creepier.” you said, eyes widening for emphasis. sunghoon loved all the expressions your pretty face could do. “if you’re ever gonna watch it, don’t watch it alone—i kept thinking, ‘why am i watching this by myself?”

he smiled. you always got that spark in your eyes when you talked about films. the way your eyebrows lifted, the small scrunch of your nose. so animated. it was one of his favourite things about you.

“haha,” sunghoon chuckled. for a moment, he almost forgot everything else. forgot about the confession, the dream, kibbles. but then he remembered—you said you had something to tell him tonight. 

“oh, yeah… about the thing you wanted to tell me—” he started, voice a little quieter. 

before you could hum a reply of what he was saying, haewon suddenly appeared beside the two of you.

“playgirl’s playing! they’re starting their first song!” she said excitedly, already grabbing your arm. playgirl was one of your friend’s bands that was performing for the night. 

“come on, we have to go back!”

your eyes widened slightly, quickly grabbing your phone on the counter. haewon gently pulled you away. “already?! wait—”

you turned your head toward sunghoon, giving him an apologetic but sweet smile. 

“finish what you’re gonna say later!”

sunghoon nodded, trying to hide his disappointment, annoyance, and embarrassment. he clicked his tongue, drumming his fingers against the bar counter.

dang.

“yeah… later.”

——

the group walked out into the parking lot together, still laughing about something from earlier. your voices echoed between the parked cars under the glow of the streetlights.

suddenly, you stopped mid–step.

“oh, an orangey!” you said, eyes lighting up. a small stray tabby was lurking near one of the cars. without hesitation, you jogged towards it and crouched down, rummaging through your bag until you pulled out a small pack of dry cat food. you tore it open and carefully poured some onto a clean tissue you’d taken out, placing it on the ground.

the three of them slowed down and watched you.

haewon tilted her head, amused. it hadn’t been that long since she became friends with you. “does she always have cat food around?” she asked the two boys.

jake nodded with a grin. “mmhm. pretty much.”

a few moments later, you stood back up, brushing your hands together as the cat approached the food. 

“sorry, what were we saying?” you asked, catching up to them again with an apologetic smile. obviously that small act of kindness towards the cat brightened you up, because you couldn’t contain the smile on your face.

haewon linked arms with you. “we’re going to karaoke! the night is still young~”

you let a tired groan, leaning your head on her shoulder for a second. “but i’m getting older~ ugh, i’d love to join but i’m just so sleepy…”

“awe, come on!” haewon whined, shaking your arm. “it’ll be fun! we haven’t done karaoke in forever.”

“i know, but…” you smiled tiredly, shaking your head. “nooo, seriously you guys, i’m kinda tired.”

jake chuckled. “you sure? you didn’t even drink a lot today.”

you turned to him with a pleading look. “but i do—jaeyun, please? i’m tired… i wanna go home.”

your childhood friend scratched the back of his neck. “my car is headed to the karaoke place though…”

you gave him your best puppy eyes, clasping your hands together like you’re praying. “please drop me off first?”

before jake could even respond, sunghoon stepped forward, unable to hide the quiet eagerness in his voice. 

“i can take you home.”

you turned to sunghoon with a slightly surprised but grateful expression. “are you sure?” 

“yup,” sunghoon nodded, trying to sound casual. “it’s uh… getting late for me too.”

haewon immediately pouted. “aw please, you never go to sleep right away anyway! who’s gonna play the bells while i sing, then?”

jake laughed, covering up haewon’s mouth. “i’m here, let them go home, already.”

you giggled, smiling softly at sunghoon. “thanks, sunghoon.”

the four of you exchanged quick goodbyes. sunghoon waved at jake and haewon—then jake pulled you into a hug. his arms wrapped around your waist.

“get home safe, okay?”

“mmhm, i will,” you murmured against his shoulder before pulling away.

sunghoon watched the hug a second longer than necessary, jaw tightening just slightly before he looked away.

——

the drive was quiet at first.

it wasn’t the first time sunghoon had ever driven you home, but every time he did—it always started quiet. like the two of you were giving yourselves some room to get comfortable. you sat in the passenger seat of his sedan, the streetlights casting patterns across your face.

in the smallness of the car, the alcohol had clearly hit you harder now. your movements were a little more abrupt, head occasionally leaning against the window as you stared off into the passing scenery and stores. your words started to slur just a tiny bit at the edges.

after a few minutes of silence, you turned your head toward him.

“oh, right… haewon told me about your cat,” you began, voice softer now, laced with sympathy. “i know it’s kinda iffy to hear it from someone else but… i just wanted to let you know i’m sorry about your cat.”

sunghoon’s hands tightened slightly on the steering wheel. he kept his eyes on the road.

“oh… no, no, it’s okay,” he replied quietly. “i mean… it’s not okay, but i don’t think it’s fully hit me yet.”

you nodded slowly, blinking a few times like you were trying to focus. you knew how much his cat meant to him—based on the amount of times he’s talked about it. “well… you can call me when it does. if you want. i’m here.”

sunghoon glanced at you for a brief second. even drunk and sleepy, you were still looking at him with that gentle care that always made his chest feel tight. 

“i know,” he said, flashing you a soft smile. “thanks.”

the quiet hum of the engine filled the car again before sunghoon spoke again. “oh, i got you something… but only after you tell me what you wanted to say.”

your eyes widened and you turned to look at him. the mood in the car shifted slightly. “you bought me something? you shouldn’t have—wait, why am i kinda nervous?”

sunghoon chuckled awkwardly, his eyebrows’ slightly pinched in slight confusion. “i don’t know. why is that a reaction?”

you scoffed playfully, shaking your head. “um—anyway, it’s nothing really,” you said, voice slightly slurred. “just wanted to tell you i put my two weeks in.”

the boy glanced at you, eyebrows furrowing slightly. “you told me that on the phone though?”

you let out a small, awkward laugh and nodded, looking out the window for a second. “i know… i just wanted to say it again in person.”

sunghoon didn’t buy it. it was obvious on his face—the slight tightening in his jaw, the way his eyes narrowed just a fraction. there was something more—he knew it. felt it. but before he could press further, you said something.

“also… you know my friend sieun?” you turned to look at him, trying to sound casual. “what do you think of her?” 

his grip on the steering wheel tightened a little. sieun? sieun park? your bestfriend? “...nothing? i don’t really talk to her aside from our rehearsal time. why?”

you smiled, humming. “well… what do you feel about her?”

sunghoon chuckled softly, glancing at you before his eyes drifted ahead. “you’re asking how i feel about her? like, if i like her?”

“just wonderin’ cause…” you shrugged, still looking out the window for a moment before turning back to him with a small, tipsy smile. “she likes you. and i think… you guys would be cute together.”

the words hit him harder than they should have.

sunghoon’s expression shifted—a flash of surprise, followed by something sharper, almost pained, and irritated. his crush—the girl he’d been liking for months—was trying to set him up with someone else. the irony burned.

“what?” he let out a short, disbelieving laugh. “that’s kinda silly. she doesn’t even know me. i don’t even know her.”

“well, maybe it’s time to get to know her then,” you replied lightly with a smile. as if it was the most obvious solution in the world. sunghoon swallowed. his chest felt tight. 

“i don’t… i don’t like her like that.”

there was a beat of silence. at the emphasis, you tilted your head, watching him with those soft, slightly unfocused eyes. 

“oh. so you have someone you like, then?”

sunghoon’s heart fluttered. he kept his eyes fixed on the road, then he glanced at you before replying. “yeah… i guess so.”

the air in the car suddenly felt a bit heavier—it was hard for you to grasp it in your drunken condition, but you knew enough not to push it further, just hummed quietly and leaned your head against the headrest.

sunghoon’s mind was racing.

how could you say that so easily? how could you just… tried to set him up with another…?

then, you turned your head to look at him again. “actually, i never thought you would have someone you like. you’re just so… composed and to yourself. it’s hard to figure you out.”

sunghoon gave a small, self–deprecating smile.

“well, i’m not exactly an open book when you wanna get to know me.”

still smiling, you replied, “i think you still are.”

a laugh escaped both of you at the same time—a little awkward, but it managed to ease the tension for a moment. sunghoon’s fingers tapped once against the steering wheel. he hesitated, then asked the question that had been burning in his chest since the starter of the conversation.

“what about you? do you have someone you like?”

you went quiet for a second, then nodded slowly. “i think so, yeah…” your voice was softer now, almost shy. “but i don’t think it’s reciprocated. or it is—i’m not sure.”

sunghoon’s heart picked up speed. so you have someone you like too. sunghoon wondered who it was—that lucky motherfucker. he tried to keep his voice steady.

“does he know you like him?” you shook your head, a small, embarrassed smile tugging at your lips. 

“no, i don’t think so. i get really… shy? around someone i like. so, yeah. if i like someone, nobody will know.”

the silence that followed was nothing like what’s in sunghoon’s mind. every word you said twisted something deep inside him—hope, frustration, and ache all at one. he wanted so badly to ask who it was.

he didn’t.

sunghoon didn’t even confess, yet it felt like he was already rejected. 

or maybe he never stood a chance.

“oh—well, we’re here.” sunghoon murmured as he pulled up in front of your grandmother’s house. you unbuckled your seatbelt, gathering your things. just as you were about to thank him and step out, sunghoon spoke again.

“oh yeah, um… do you have a partner for the end of the year party yet? or are you even coming? ‘cause i’m performing.” 

you paused, hand already at the handle, and turned back to him with a small smile. “oh yes, yeah. at jay’s house, right? i’m planning to ask jaeyun if he wants to come with me.”

sunghoon’s expression froze. 

i love you, jaeyun.

“...jake?”

“yeah. who else?” you replied, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

it’s always him.

the words left his mouth before he could stop them.

“do you like him?”

you blinked, a little confused by the sudden shift in his tone. your eyebrows pinched in confusion, and your head’s slightly tilted. “yeah…? jake’s my bestfriend…”

sunghoon’s jaw tightened. his voice came out lower, edged with something bitter. “...cause i’m pretty sure he likes liz.”

you stared at him for a second, the playful mood from earlier completely gone. it felt like the two of you were autumn. cold and warm air clashing, shifting from sunny to stormy, windy, and freezing in a matter of minutes.

“ah… okay? why are you telling me this?”

the words came out faster than his brain allowed them to. sunghoon shifted in his seat. “i don’t think he’s good for you. i mean… jake’s great as a friend, but he’s kind of all over the place. he doesn’t really commit to anything. one day he’s all in, the next he’s distracted by something new. i just don’t think he’d treat you—”

“sunghoon, stop.”

your voice was firm. sharp. 

you looked up at him with a frown—in confusion, disbelief, and disrespect that he just said that to your face. you gripped your purse tighter on your lap.

“he’s your friend. why are you saying all these things—? i don’t like this at all. you know how close we are.”

the silence that followed was heavy and awkward. 

you unbuckled your seatbelt quickly and opened the car door. “i’m going to pretend like i didn’t hear this at all.” before stepping out, you turned back to him one last time, expression tight and clearly, clearly, disappointed. 

“i’m really uncomfortable with you saying all this about jaeyun. um… thanks for the ride, anyway. goodnight.”

you closed the door with a soft but firm click and walked toward your house without looking back. sunghoon sat frozen in the driver’s seat for a second, staring at your retreating figure. 

“wait—fuck… shit…” he muttered under his breath. he quickly pressed the button to roll down the passenger window. “yn—!” he called out, but you had already disappeared. the door shut behind you with a thud.

the street fell silent again.

sunghoon leaned back heavily against the headrest, dragging both hands down his face. 

“what the fuck did i do…” he whispered to the empty car. “why did i do that… ugh, i’m so fucking dumb…”

his heart was pounding. the jealousy he wasn’t able to control that had been simmering all day had boiled over in the worst way possible. he’d badmouth his own bestfriend—jake, of all people—in front of you. the one person whose opinion mattered most to him. 

sunghoon groaned, tilting his head back and closing his eyes. 

“she’s never gonna look at me the same way again… fuck.”

the silence in the car felt suffocating. this was the most the car has been through since the last years sunghoon got it from his dad. his chest was tight, regret clawing at him from the inside. he needed something—anything—to take the edge off.

why the fuck did i say that? 

sunghoon knew why.

he reached down toward the glove box where he usually kept his pack of cigarettes. his slender fingers fumbled blindly in the dark, brushing against the small box before he fished it out without thinking. 

instead of his dark marlboro pack—it was a white box instead.

one wish willow. 

the illustration of the glowing branch stared back at him. the tagline at the bottom suddenly felt louder than it had in the shop. 

wishes do come true. be careful what you ask for.

oh. he was supposed to give this to you. 

sunghoon’s thumb brushed over the smooth packaging. his mind was still reeling of annoyance, disappointment, and that ugly twist of jealousy all mixing together. the way you defended jake so quickly. the way you looked at him with discomfort and disappointment before getting out of the car. the way you wanted to ask jake to go with you to the party.

his chest felt tight. his jaw clenched. if he were to keep and give it to you later, what would change? it won’t magically get rid of tonight.

sunghoon’s fingers tightened around the box, he turned it over and read the instructions printed on the back in that minimalistic, fun, red font:

usage:

hold the one wish willow gently with both hands. 

state your wish clearly and with intention.

break in half.

disposal: after granting your wish, the one wish willow loses its magical properties.

sunghoon mouthed the words as he read them, almost scoffing under his breath. 

he looked up toward the front door of your house, the porch lights still on. 

“as if…” he muttered, half bitter, half exhausted.

but his hands didn’t put the box down.

in the silence of the car, with the weight of the night pressing down and all the emotions came washing down upon him—sunghoon opened the box and held the small twig in both thumbs and indexes. 

wishes do come true.

be careful who you ask for.

his voice came out low, raw, and half–serious.

“i wish yn ln loved me more than anyone else in the fucking world.”

crack.

sunghoon broke the one wish willow in half. 

the sound was small and almost insignificant. like it was… nothing. a toy. a faint shimmer of something—dust? light? glitter?—seemed to sparkle for a split second before disappearing into thin air. 

sunghoon let out a drag, shaky breath and rested his forehead against the steering wheel, eyes closed.

the broken pieces of the willow sat in his lap.

a beat passed.

then a second.

then a whole minute.

nothing happened.

sunghoon let out a bitter scoff, tossing the broken pieces of the one wish willow onto the passenger seat. he wasn’t sure what he was hoping for—he bought it at a fuckin’ crystal toy store for fucks sakes. 

“fuck it,” he muttered. “should’ve known it was a scam anyway.”

he reached for the gear shift, ready to drive off—when a soft knock came from the passenger window.

shit—

sunghoon froze. through the glass, he saw the upper half of your body just standing there by his car. frowning slightly in confusion, he slowly rolled down the window.

it took you a few seconds to crouch down smoothly, elbows resting on the open window frame so your face was level with his. your eyes looked… different. not completely wrong, but off. a little too intense? a little too focused.

like something behind them was watching him more closely than usual.

you were probably still disappointed and bothered by it—and wanted to give sunghoon another warning. 

“uh, yn… hey,” sunghoon said, swallowing the lump in his throat. “i just… i just had to pull up directions.”

you didn’t respond right away. you just looked at him for a long second, head slightly tilted.

“you said you had something for me?” your voice was soft, almost too soft.

oh, crap—sunghoon glanced at the broken willow twig on the passenger seat. thank god it was so dark that you didn’t notice it. “oh yeah, i uh… i left it at my house.”

the silence that followed felt heavy. 

you visibly deflated a little, eyes dropping. “oh… okay…”

the quiet stretched. your fingers started tapping lightly on the window frame—slow, rhythmic, almost absentminded. the movement felt a little too precise. a little too repetitive. it’s almost like you didn’t want to get back inside.

sunghoon’s stomach twisted.

“i can bring it to work tomorrow…” he offered quietly, smiling.

you blinked slowly, then gave him a small nod. “um… okay…”

your voice dragged just slightly at the end. you stayed crouched there for another second, staring at him with the same unnervingly focused gaze. sunghoon swallowed the lump in his throat nervously, licking his lips. 

“well—uh, goodnight yn.” 

“wait, actually…” you tilted your head, eyes still locked on him. “um, i think you could use some company tonight. i mean, i did just lose my cat—”

sunghoon frowned. “...you lost your cat?”

you blinked again, like a glitch had passed through your expression. you shook your head, then quickly corrected yourself. “oh wait, i mean you lost your cat. i’m sorry… i’m so sorry for your loss.” your voice softened, but there was something oddly eager beneath. “what should we—are you—do you wanna come inside?”

sunghoon stared at you, visibly confused. his eyes flicked for a split second to the broken piece of the one wish willow. 

could it be…

“... are you okay?” 

you smiled—soft, almost too sweet. “are you okay?”

“yeah, i’m okay,” he answered slowly. 

“well… why don’t you come inside?” you offered again, fingers still lightly tapping the window frame. “we can—you know, talk about your cat and have a few drinks together.”

the invitation hung in the air. your eyes never left his face.

sunghoon rubbed his temple, trying to make sense of the situation. “yn, i’m a little confused…” he chuckled softly, dry. “i think you’re drunk.”

“no, i’m not,” you said quickly, almost defensively. “really.”

he sighed softly. “just… get some sleep, okay?”

that threw you off. 

“no, no, no.” you stood abruptly, crossing your arms over your chest. your posture was stiff, almost childlike in its stubbornness. “i know what you’re trying to do.”

sunghoon blinked. “what—?”

you didn’t answer. instead, you reached for the door handle, pulled it open, and slid back into the seat without warning. you sat directly on the broken pieces, the twig crunching faintly beneath you. 

“you’re trying to get rid of me,” you said, voice low but strangely intense, eyes fixed on him again.

sunghoon’s heart jumped. 

“what? no, no, no—” he stammered, hands lifting slightly in surrender and defense. he could never get rid of you as hard as he tried to. “i just—i just think you’re not in your right head right now.”

you pouted—a soft, almost childish expression crossing your face as you leaned over and pressed your cheek against the dashboard, eyes still locked on him.

sunghoon thought you were cute.

“i promise you i am…” you murmured. “i just… i feel really bad about your cat. you know how much i love cats, right? i don’t want you to be alone. and honestly… i don’t want to be alone either.”

sunghoon’s chest tightened. the way you said it—so vulnerable, so sincere. especially when you barely opened up to him like you did to jake—made something inside him soften despite his brain’s ringing warning bells.

“why? is everything okay?”

you stayed quiet for a moment, cheek still resting against the cool surface. then your voice came out smaller. “well… i don’t think my grandmother wants me around anymore…”

the words hit him harder than expected. your grandmother—? the same one who had been taking care of you since infancy? didn’t want you around anymore? you looked so small like this—curled slightly in his passenger seat, eyes glassy. sunghoon felt a strong wave of sympathy washing over him.

“oh… what? i—i’m sorry, yn… do you, um… wanna talk about it?”

you shook your head slowly, still not lifting your cheek from the dashboard.

“...not here.”

——

sunghoon wasn’t sure if you eventually convinced him, or if he convinced himself to let you come inside. 

the two of you walked into his house. the moment the door closed behind you, you looked around with wide, curious eyes. 

“your house is so nice…” you whispered, almost reverent as you took off your flats by the door. sunghoon rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly self–conscious. had he known he was going to have you over—

“i like it here.”

he glanced at the lotion bottle on the coffee table.

“oh, thanks… it’s your first time here, right? i’m sorry if it’s not really that clean… i wasn’t expecting company tonight so—”

he didn’t even get to finish his sentence.

while sunghoon was still talking, you had already wandered off toward the kitchen like you knew your way around. that gave him the time to put the bottle somewhere else though. you stopped in the middle of the room, closing your eyes and breathing in deeply. 

“it smells like you.” you said softly.

sunghoon froze by the kitchen arch. 

“...me? like… bad?”

you turned to him with a small, dreamy smile and shook your head.

“no. it’s nice. i like it.”

warmth bloomed and spread through his chest despite everything. sunghoon had forgotten about the whole incident that happened in front of your house. he cleared his throat. 

“yn,” he paused, trying to regain some control of the situation. “you need some sleep, okay? i’ll get you some water.”

sunghoon moved toward the fridge, but you stayed standing in the middle of his kitchen, watching his every move with that same unnervingly soft gaze. sunghoon poured you a glass of cold water, standing in front of you as he held it up.

“here.”

you looked up to him. instead of taking it in your own hands, you wrapped your hands around his’ and brought the glass to your lips, taking a sip. 

a few minutes later, the two of you were in his bedroom.

you sat on the edge of his bed, still fully clothed, one leg hanging off the side, the other folded beneath your weight. sunghoon lingered in the doorway, like a father bidding goodnight. 

“i’m sorry if i was being weird earlier,” you said quietly. your finger traced the hem of your midi skirt. “i don’t know what was wrong with me.”

“it’s okay,” sunghoon replied, smiling. his voice gentle. “you don’t have to explain it. you’ve been through a lot, so just take all the time that you need, alright?”

you nodded slowly, looking small on his bed.

sunghoon looked around, unsure what to do before he reached over and turned off the main light switch, leaving only the tall floor lamp by the end of the room. the warm, dim lighting cast long shadows across the walls.

he was about to say goodnight and leave when your voice stopped him.

“wait.”

sunghoon turned back.

“will you sleep with me?”

sunghoon froze. “what?” 

he looked at the state of you on his bed—slightly disheveled, looking a bit like a pretty mess. “i don’t think i should…” 

you looked up at him, eyes wide and pleading. “please… i can’t be alone right now. i’ll get in my head if i’m in here by myself.”

a beat passed.

sunghoon felt a heavy wave of guilt and unsure–rity settled in his chest. he exhaled slowly.

“...yeah. i can do that.”

he kicked off his home slippers by the door. you didn’t waste a single second either—started undressing right there and then, peeling off your top and skirt. sunghoon quickly looked away out of respect, but the mirror in front of his bed betrayed him. he caught the reflection of your body as you stripped down to just your underwear. 

his throat tightened.

he wasn’t complaining. 

shit… your covered breasts behind your white bra was even better than your bare tits in his dream. sunghoon loved the fats in your body, the little, subtle childhood scars and marks. 

when you were done, he turned around and approached the bed slowly. sunghoon reached out and softly touched your arm, almost like he was making sure you were real and on his bed. you gently pulled him toward you.

the two of you ended up sitting against the headboard. he stiffened as you immediately curled into his side, placing your head on his shoulder and nuzzling closer, almost like a cat seeking warmth. one of your legs draped lightly over his as you got comfortable, letting out a soft, content hum.

“i needed this,” you whispered, voice low and breathy against his neck. 

sunghoon’s heart fluttered. he couldn’t contain his smile. “really?”

“mmhm…” you rubbed your cheek against his shoulder in a slow, affectionate motion. “i’m sorry about your cat again…” 

there was something almost feline in the way you moved—slow, seeking constant contact. you pressed closer, tits flushed against his bicep. it was like you wanted to melt to him, fingers tracing patterns on his chest like marking territory. 

sunghoon swallowed hard, one arm hesitantly wrapping around you. 

you shifted slightly, then gently took his chin between your pretty fingers and tilted his face toward yours. your eyes were half–lidded, lips parted as you leaned in.

sunghoon’s breath hitched. 

“wait—” he whispered, pulling back just slightly. “i… i think you’re drunk.”

you shook your head slowly, still holding his chin. your voice was soft, but steady. “i’m not. i promise.”

he gazed into your eyes. in the warm lamplight, they looked darker, deeper, almost… bottomless. for the first time, he saw—really saw—his reflection in your eyes and realised how much he had wanted this. 

how long sunghoon had ached for you. how badly he had needed you to look at him like this. all the longing, jealousy, nights thinking of you—it was at this moment that worthed it all. 

sunghoon must’ve been the easiest man ever—

he succumbed.

he leaned in and kissed you—slow at first, then deeper and more passionate. his hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you closer as his lips moved against yours with pent–up hunger. the kiss was hungry and desperate and full of everything he’d kept to himself.

you melted into it immediately, letting out a soft, needy sound against his mouth as your fingers curled into his shirt.

the two of you kissed. and kissed.

and the longer it went on, the more desperate it became. you climbed onto his lap, straddling him as your hands cupped his face. sunghoon’s hands roamed your back, pulling you closer, tugging onto the clasps of your bra.

he’s so lost in the heat of everything he’d wanted for so long.

his fingers gently touched the side of your neck.

and something in you snapped.

your eyes flew open. so wide it almost popped out of your socket. for a split second, the hazy, overly affectionate version of you vanished. you realised you were kissing sunghoon. half–naked. in his bed.

terror flooded your expression.

you shoved him back hard, scrambling off his lap and falling backward onto the floor with a loud thud. your back hit the floor.

“sunghoon—oh my god!” you gasped, eyes wide with horror as you stared up at him from the ground. 

sunghoon looked completely panicked, frozen at where he was. “what?! what, what?! holy shit?!”

you sat up quickly, covering your chest with your arms, face burning with embarrassment. “oh my gosh, i’m so sorry! i’m so sorry—!”

“you kissed me!” sunghoon blurted out, voice cracking slightly. 

“i know!” 

the terror on your face melted away into an apologetic look. you stayed on the floor for  a moment, blinking up at him with wide, watery eyes. “i’m sorry… i’m so sorry…” you kept whispering, voice small.

sunghoon’s heart was beating so fast—still in shock, breathing hard.

“no, shit—what was that?!”

you flinched at his tone. “don’t yell at me… i don’t know… i thought i saw something!”

your eyes welled up with tears. the sudden switch made you emotionally raw, and the sudden outburst from him broke something in you. your lips trembled as tears started falling down your cheeks. 

sunghoon’s anger and confusion immediately crumbled into guilt. 

“...hey…” he quickly got off the bed and crouched down, gently pulling you up from the floor. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to yell.”

you let him lift you, still sniffing. “i really don’t know… it's a panic attack, i—i panicked.”

he sat back on the edge of the bed and pulled you into his lap like a baby—one arm wrapped around your back, the other cradling your head as he tucked you into his chest. 

“i—it’s okay, i was just—” he murmured, rubbing slow circles on your back. “i was just surprised… cause you kissed me first.”

you curled into him, burying your face in his neck, still letting out soft, hiccuping sobs. your arms wrapped tightly around him like you were afraid he’d disappear. sunghoon held you close, heart still racing.

when sunghoon felt your body relaxed, he kissed the top of your head.

“don’t do that next time…”

——

the next day at work felt strangely normal.

you and sunghoon stepped into the video rental store together after arriving at the same time—having rode the same car and all. the bell above chimed as you both entered. 

“oh, right. can i stay—”

before you could finish your sentence, the store manager, kim, appeared from the sides and immediately grabbed your arm, pulling you aside. “yn! i don’t know how many times i have to tell people we don’t sell porn here—”

the rest of her sentence was cut off as she dragged you away.

sunghoon barely had the time to process everything before jake popped right in front of him like a damn jack in the box. 

“ooooohhh?” jake grinned, wiggling suggestively. 

sunghoon’s eyes widened. “breakroom. breakroom. breakroom.”

he turned jake around and shoved his friend toward the staff breakroom just behind the entrance wall. once they were out of sight, jake turned on him. 

“what happened last night?”

sunghoon ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. he tasted the words on the tip of his tongue, unsure how to put it in words. last night was… to blame on the alcohol. 

“you wouldn’t believe me.”

jake’s eyes widened. he couldn’t believe it—his childhood friend, and his bestfriend—that had been liking you for so long. finally—?

“you guys FUCKED?”

sunghoon’s eyes widened, and he was quick to slap a hand over jake’s mouth, muffling the loud exclamation. “oh my gosh, keep it down!” sunghoon hissed, glancing nervously around the room. “and no… we didn’t.”

jake pulled sunghoon’s hand off his mouth, looking suspicious. “then what the hell happened? you didn’t update us at all last night, and now you’re coming to work together? something’s fishy.”

sunghoon leaned against the doorway, crossing his arms. “we just… we just slept together, that’s all.”

jake raised an eyebrow. “huh, okay.” then he grinned again. 

“well… how was she?”

“um, i don’t know…” sunghoon hesitated, looking visibly conflicted. “she’s… she’s acting weird last night.”

“weird? how?”

sunghoon paused, recalling the night in fragments. after the thing… that happened, sunghoon cuddled you to sleep, and you woke up the next day just fine. he dropped you off at your house to change, waited outside, then drove the two of you to work.

“well, first she said her grandma’s kicking her out.”

jake’s face instantly shifted from playful to shocked. “no way?” his voice dropped. “she’s been living with her grandma since we were kids. what happened?”

“i don’t know,” sunghoon admitted, shrugging. “we didn’t talk about it last night. but… she’s having like, this mental breakdown. she’d freak out one second, then be all happy and clingy the next, then start crying. it was… weird. really weird.”

jake stared at him, processing everything.

“damn… that doesn’t sound like her at all.”

sunghoon nodded slowly, a heavy feeling settling in his stomach. 

a beat of silence passed between them. 

“you think she’s on… molly again…?”

jake frowned deeply, crossing his arms. “she’s been sober for almost a year. she has no reason to… unless because of her grandma, that is.”  

“shit, maybe,” sunghoon muttered, rubbing his face. “i don’t know how to ask her though.”

“i’ll do it then,” jake said without hesitation. if anything, it’s weird jake didn’t know about it. you’d always come to him firsthand. sunghoon glanced toward the breakroom door, suddenly paranoid. 

“is she still staring?”

jake darted his eyes toward the entrance, peeking through the small gap in the door. he’s met with the sight of you standing behind the cashier machine, body looking forward, but head’s turned towards where jake and sunghoon’s conversation was taking place.

you were smiling.

“yeah.”

——

jake drove you home after work.

the moment he got back to his apartment, sunghoon dropped his bag, kicked off his shoes, and went straight to his computer. he opened a browser and typed into the search bar: does the one wish willow actually work?

u/sorrowfull: no it’s an urban legend. my cousin swore it worked but he was just high as fuck lol.

u/rik999: yeah it really granted a wish for me back in 2023!

u/godaddy: it’s not supposed to be used. my dad still has it unopened till now cause it’s just a collector thing. 

u/xuser: don’t even play with that thing lol i wished for braces cos my teeth was fucked and now theyre PERFECT

u/tickdrip: placebo effect at best. one can try though. 

sunghoon stared at the screen, conflicted and confused. he licked his lips, index finger tapping on the mouse like he wasn’t sure what to do with it. with a heavy sigh, he eventually shut his laptop, rubbing his face.

what the hell am i even doing…

for all he knew, his wish didn’t even come true, and it was just a coincidence. maybe you had a change of mind. maybe you finally had the courage to tell him you liked him. maybe—

knock knock. 

sunghoon whipped his head toward the door. it’s almost eleven, and he wasn’t expecting anyone at this hour. regardless, he walked over and opened it.

you—

you were standing there in a thin spaghetti strap black dress that hugged your figure beautifully, full makeup done perfectly—glossy lips, soft eyeshadow, curled lashes, flushed cheeks, the works. you looked stunning—it genuinely took him aback for a second.

“hi, hoonie,” you said softly, a shy smile on your face. 

“...yn? what’s up?” where are you going?” he asked, still a little stunned. 

you fidgeted with the hem of your dress, looking nervous. “i didn’t know what to wear…”

“what do you mean?”

you bit your lip, clearly nervous. 

“i—i’m really sorry about last night. jake told me what happened… you were freaked out—”

“no, no, it’s okay, yn!” sunghoon said quickly, waving his hands in front of him. you looked so cute and he was way too down to even regard everything last night as odd. even if it was. 

you stayed in the doorway for a moment, then swallowed the lump in your throat. “i probably shouldn’t have taken anything…”

a beat.

sunghoon blinked. “huh?”

you looked up at him. the outside light behind you made your eyes look darker than it already was. “yeah… i, um, i was on mdma and i was drunk. but i promise… no more.”

“right, okay…” sunghoon said slowly, trying to process everything. he knew you’d taken drugs before, but he never knew it was this bad. “well, do you remember… stuff?”

you stayed quiet for a second, eyes lowered. 

“most of it, yeah,” you finally answered. “if i was weird… it was because of the stuff i’m going through. i didn’t mean it…”

sunghoon’s eyes narrowed with a clear disappointment. your gaze shifted, a flicker of concern crossing your face as you noticed his reaction. 

he looked away for a moment. 

“...oh. okay.”

you took a small step closer.

“also… i want to be transparent about some things."

sunghoon’s heart spiked. out of pure fear—fear of being rejected, fear of hearing you say it was all a mistake, that you didn’t mean any of it, that you two should just go back to being friends and nothing more, or worse stopped being friends at all—

he quickly cut in.

“you don’t have to explain—”

“i know you like me.”

the words hit him like a truck.

sunghoon froze, quickly thrown off.

“no—i—why? what?”

your face dropped instantly. the hopeful, nervous expression you’d been wearing shattered into something vulnerable and raw, like you’d… just been rejected on the spot.

then, after a heavy beat of silence and unspoken things, sunghoon began, voice quieter. 

“...do you like me?”

you looked up at him, eyes soft and vulnerable. 

“would it freak you out if i said yes?”

a long beat passed. 

it was an oddly romantic moment—the kind you only see in movies. sunghoon stared at you, completely caught off guard. his lips parted slightly in surprise. then, slowly, a shy, disbelieving smile spread across his face as he let out a soft chuckle, almost like he couldn’t believe this was real. 

he rubbed the back of his neck, voice quiet.

“how long have you felt this way?”

you shifted on your feet, nervous but honest. “it happened over time… maybe with all the time we hung out, and by the time i knew it, i just—” you looked at him, head tilted, searching his face. 

“don’t you have feelings for me?”

sunghoon covered his mouth with his hand for a second, shy and overwhelmed. this was the moment he had dreamed about for so long—late nights wondering if you’d ever look at him the way he looked at you, replaying every small interaction in his head, wishing for exactly…

this.

“yeah,” he finally admitted. “i do.”

your face softened. you stepped closer, gently tugged the front of his shirt, and wrapped your arms around him. sunghoon didn’t hesitate. he hugged your back tightly, one arm around your waist, the other cradling the back of your head. you stood there in the doorway, holding each other like the world didn’t exist.

after a long moment, he pulled back just enough to whisper against your hair, 

“do you wanna sleep over tonight?”

——

sunghoon slammed you against the wall, kissing you fiercely. all the months of longing, stolen glances, and quiet admiration poured out in that single moment. his mouth was hungry, desperate, claiming yours like he’d been starving for you. 

his hands roamed your body—one gripping your waist, the other sliding up your thigh, pushing the hem of your black dress higher. 

“ah, babe—” you moaned into his mouth, hands fisting his shirt as you kissed him back just as desperately. the pent–up lust between you was explosive. sunghoon groaned, grinding against you as he pulled the top of your dress along with your bra, exposing your pretty tits. 

his mouth left yours to trail hot, open–mouthed kisses down your neck, then lower, sucking and biting at your skin while his hands squeezed and caressed your perky nipples. 

you arched into him, gasping, fingers tangled in his locks.

“f—fuck, hoonie…”

sunghoon was losing himself completely—the way you tasted, the way you sounded, the way your body responded to every touch. he wanted to devour you. whole and full. wanted to mark you. wanted you to be his in every possible way.

then, mid–moan, your pearly eyes locked with his.

your eyes widened like it was going to bulge out—expression shifted to sheer panic.

with a frantic shove, you pushed him hard. sunghoon stumbled backward onto the bed as you let out a blood–curling scream, body trembling violently. almost instantly, you hugged your body, colour drained from your body. 

“sunghoon, what the fuck?!”

he remained on the bed, shocked and unfazed for a split second—still breathing hard, lips swollen from kissing you. your lipstick stained the corner of his lips.

but within moments, the switch flipped again.

you crawled on top of him like nothing had happened, straddling his waist and sitting on his stomach. your wetness through your thin panties rubbed against his skin as you leaned down and kissed him again, deep and possessive—like you couldn’t bear even a second of separation. 

sunghoon didn’t question it. the disturbance registered as nothing more than a fleeting inconvenience.

you pulled back just enough to whisper against his lips, 

“sorry, baby…”

sunghoon smiled, hands sliding up your thighs, lifting up your dress until the pooled around your waist.

“it’s okay, baby,” he murmured, voice husky. “molly effect, hm?”

you giggled softly, nuzzling into his neck like a contented critter—pressing warm kisses along his jaw. 

the two of you kissed again—slower this time, but no less hungry. your hands roamed his chest, then lower, until you slid down between his knees. sunghoon’s breath hitched as you settled on the floor in front of him, looking up at him with those dark, adoring eyes.

sunghoon couldn’t believe this was happening.

you reached for his belt, undoing it with clumsy but eager fingers. when you freed him—his cock was curvy and at a perfect size, if not slightly bigger, for a lean man like sunghoon. it throbbed visibly in the air between you, the tip already glistening with beads of precum.

“s—shit, baby, look how hard you made me…”

you smiled, leaning to press a soft kiss to the tip first, almost reverent. your lips brushed against the sensitive head as you murmured, warm air hitting the slit. 

“you’re so big…”

you kept kissing the tip tenderly like it’s his lips—then dragged your tongue slowly across it, licking up the beads of precum with a soft, satisfied hum. the taste of him seemed to spur you on. you opened your mouth wider and took him in—slow at first, letting your tongue swirl around the head before sinking down further. 

sunghoon let out a low groan, head falling back for a second. “fuck…” 

his hand gently threading through your hair as you worked him with passionate, wet strokes. your mouth was hot and eager, sucking with just the right amount of pressure while your hand stroked what you couldn't fit. you moaned around him, the vibrations sending up sparks up his spine. 

“fuck… just like that, baby…” he whispered, hips twitching slightly but holding back, letting you set the pace. you looked up at him through your lashes, eyes watery but full of devotion as you took him deeper—hollowing your cheeks and bobbing your head. 

then, you pulled back just enough to catch a breather—lips glossy. 

“i’ve never done this before…”

sunghoon’s eyes widened, breath ragged.

“at all?”

you tilted your head, a small, hazy smile on your face. your hands continued to jerk him off back and forth, catching your own slicky saliva on your grip. 

“mmm… i think so?”

there was a strange, fleeting disconnect in your works—like your memories were clashing with one another. but sunghoon was too far gone to question it. 

you leaned back in, taking him deeper again. the wet heat of your mouth, the way you moaned around him, the way you looked up at him like pleasing him was the only thing that mattered was overwhelming. 

his breathing grew heavier, low groans slipping out as you worked him with sensual devotion. 

sunghoon’s breathing grew heavier. low, broken groans slipped from his throat as your head bobbed, tongue swirling around the underside of his cock while your hand stroked the base. every so often you’d pull back to kiss and lick the wet tip, almost in a teasing manner before sinking down again.

“baby,” he rasped, fingers tightening in your hair. “you’re so good at this… feels so fucking good.”

the sight of you on your knees, lips stretched around him, tits wet with your drippy saliva—it was better than any dream he’d had. imagining this exact moment, paled in comparison to the real thing—he was losing himself completely. 

his hips started twitching, thighs sensing as pleasure coiled tighter and tiger in his tummy. “hngh—baby…” he groaned, voice strained. “i need to be inside you.”

sunghoon pulled you up slightly with a wet pop, lips shiny and swollen. without a word, you climbed back onto the bed and laid down, pulling him on top of you.

he hovered over you, drinking in the sight. you looked breathtaking underneath him—flushed cheeks, swollen lips, hair fanned out prettily on his pillow, black dress bunched around your waist. your tits rose and fell with every quick breath, nipples hardened from arousal. your legs spread for him, panties pushed to the side. 

“you’re so beautiful,” he whispered, voice thick with emotion as he positioned the head of his cock at your entrance. “i’ve been wanting to tell you that for so long.”

you giggled shyly,  biting your lip as you looked up at him.

“come on… love me.”

“i do love you,” sunghoon breathed. 

then he pushed in. 

the first thrust was slow but deep, stretching you open around his curved length. you gasped, back arching slightly as he bottomed out. sunghoon groaned, forehead pressing against yours. 

“fuck… you’re so tight.” 

you moaned softly, nails digging into his shoulders.

“you’re my first—oh gosh, you’re my first…”

that single sentence sent a bolt of raw heat through him. sunghoon’s hips snapped forward harder, fucking you deeper strokes. the thought that he was your first—that no one else had ever had you like this—made something primal inside him snap.

he thrusted harder, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room along with your moans and his groans. 

 it was going good—your pussy was tight and heavenly, and sunghoon had never felt a hold other than his hand so good like this. but then—

you suddenly laughed—a bright, almost delirious sound—and tilted your head back, arching your back as pleasure overtook you.

it freaked sunghoon out a little.

your body convulsed underneath him as uncontrollable giggles spilled from your lips. your eyes rolled back, whites showing for a terrifying second, like you found this whole situation fucking hilarous. 

it was wrong. inhumane, almost. 

his hand shot up instinctively, wrapping around your throat—not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough to pin you down and stop the violent twitching. 

“no, no… don’t do that, baby,” he rasped, still buried deep inside you, hips faltering for a moment. “stay with me—look at me.”

the laughter cut off abruptly.

your body went still. then your eyes rolled back into place, focusing on him again. the eerie, too–wide smile slowly softened back into normal. the smile he loved so much. sunghoon’s cock tip then kissed the gummy spot inside you, eliciting a soft moan from your lips.

“hngh—!” you gasped, eyes momentarily shut in pleasure before they opened again, finding his—but not entirely looking. 

“...sorry, baby,” you whispered sweetly, blinking.

      part two of two

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You were having a night out with your friend, dressed up, feeling good and tipsy as loud music blared through the club. Amu had been trying to get you out for weeks but with your demanding new job and responsibilities, it just wasn’t possible but eventually she wore you down.

“Cmonnnn! Just for tonight—“, you scoffed.

“Yeah, until you wanna go out again.”

“That’s because you never come! Pleaaase??”

Her puppy eyes in full affect as she points to the dress of hers she bought for you to wear laid out on your bed. A deep sigh leaves your chest and that’s when she knows she won, clapping excitedly while you got ready. You couldn’t even be upset with her because you’re actually having fun, all dolled up and giggly as you dance together.

You feel so light— no assignments, tasks, or looming deadlines hanging over your conscious. It’s freeing. Maybe a night out was just what you needed.

Bending you over, Amu rolls her body into yours as you grind back on her when she suddenly gasps. You don’t get to ask her what when she’s snatching you up, spinning you to face her but keeping you pressed tight against her. Chin hooked over her shoulder, her hands drift down to your ass, rolling your body into hers when she whispers,

“There’s a stupidly hot guy watching us— or actually, he’s watching you.”

Your eyes widen, excitement and nerves swirl around in your stomach and you bite your lip.

That’s why she’s putting on a show? Curiosity makes you restless and you know why Amu has you facing the way she is because you’d have looked immediately even if she told you not to.

“How do you know he’s looking at me?”

She doesn’t answer with words, instead she lifts one of your legs around her waist before her hands grip your hips as she dips you. It happens fast, leaving you breathless at how you’re suddenly upside down and confused as to how this answers your question when your eyes trail up and you see him.

Stupidly hot was an understatement and true to Amu’s word, he was indeed looking at you.

His intense gaze burns into you as you watch him take you in. From your tiny dress that’s riding up thanks to how it’s hooked around Amu’s waist as she rolls her body into yours all the way to your tits that are fighting not to spill out the top of said dress.

His eyes lock with yours when he winks.

It takes you so off guard that when Amu slowly lifts you back up, smoothing her hands up your back as you loop your arms around her neck—you’re still breathless.

“Jesus fuck.”

She grins.

“Told you.”

When you turn again, this time she lets you and your eyes immediately find him.

He’s tall, you notice. Dark hair matching his dark eyes with a playful smirk on his plump lips. His jewelry glints in the dim light as he shifts, making your pounding heart drop as he leaves the bar, striding towards you.

“Oh my god!” You whisper shout, torn between making a run for it because attractive people make you nervous and it’s been a while or acting like the slut you want him to turn you into. Amu makes the decision for you, tightening her hands around your waist as he gets closer, whispering in your ear.

“Stop. Go for it— you look so hot I’d fuck you and you smell fantastic. Don’t overthink baby, you’ve got this.”

You listen, taking deep breaths as she adds,

“And fix your face, you look scared.”

Well damn. One deep inhale and light smile on your glossed lips as she reassures you and the next time you turn back around he’s there.

A giddy smile breaks across your face before you can stop it because he’s so much more gorgeous up close. High cheekbones compliment the strong lines of his jaw and long lashes. He smelled so good too— your thighs subconsciously clenching together.

Amu doesn’t leave immediately, staying for introductions at least, grinning with a cheeky wave.

“Hi.”

He smiles back, perfect teeth on display as he nods once at her.

“Hi yourself.”

Your eyebrows shoot up to your hairline when you hear how deep his voice is. If you didn’t need that before you would die if you didn’t get it now. He extends a large hand out for you to take, keeping his eyes locked on yours as he raises it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to the back of it.

“My name’s Riki. Or Ni-Ki works too.”

“Where does the ‘NI” come from?” You hear Amu ask.

“It’s the first two letters of my last name, Nishimura. So that with the two last letters of my first name…”. God, that’s hot.

When you don’t speak, just staring back dazed, that’s when Amu decides to take her leave. Kissing the side of your neck, she announces that she’s going to get you more drinks but you know she’s giving you space to hook you up.

Your eyes don’t catch the way his narrow when she kisses you.

You’re nervous, Riki’s attention is intense even when you know he’s interested. He hasn’t let go of your hand either, instead he holds his free hand out for your other one. When you take it, he smoothly pulls you in, wrapping your arms around his neck as you simultaneously move together.

He’s firm, like he works out and it has you groaning inwardly. Your pulse is thrumming— making you hyper aware of everything. At the same time, you feel good.

Shivers scatter down your spine when you feel his hands smooth slowly down your back, stopping at the top of your ass before gliding back up. You sigh breathily at the feeling as he holds you tighter to the hard planes of his body, murmuring lowly in your ear,

“Gonna tell me your name, pretty girl?”

A flash of arousal shoots through you at the petname and you breathlessly give him your name. He rests his forehead on yours, repeating it back to you while his hands run back down, saying your name when he asks,

“Is this okay?”

Biting your lip, you nod and immediately after he’s gripping your ass, pressing you flush against him as you grind together. You wouldn’t ordinarily be this bold but you’re buzzed and Riki was so attractive— it wouldn’t kill anyone if you were a little irresponsible.

His hard length grinds against you and you nearly choke when you feel how big it is. When he does it again, your head tips back as you moan and it’s like something snaps. Plump lips meet your neck with open mouthed kisses, groaning drunkenly as he inhales.

“Fuck…you’re so sexy, baby—“, he rasps.

“Had me hard the whole time watching you…”

Whining, you feel your wetness soak through your panties when he laps up the column of your throat to slot over your mouth in a dizzying kiss.

It’s consuming off the bat, Riki’s broad tongue greedy and wet as he fills your mouth with it until you’re holding onto the back of his neck for stability. The sound the kiss makes when your tongues meet has his blood running hot, smacking his lips harder against yours as he palms the fat of your ass.

You moan into his mouth and he forces himself off your lips before he makes a scene out of you in the middle of the club.

“Come home with me”, he asks through heavy breaths. “I want you so bad…”

He’s kissing every inch of skin he can reach as he waits for your answer. You want to go but you don’t just want to leave Amu and make her worry. Looking around the room for that familiar pink pixie cut, you spot her at the bar sitting on the lap of a cat eyed boy with dimples as he orders her another drink.

Waving your hand at her from behind Riki’s head, she looks over quickly when you point down at the man licking between your cleavage and the door. She understands immediately, nodding aggressively and shooing you so hard she almost creates a breeze before holding up her phone.

Call me if you need me.

You give a thumbs up when you feel Riki’s mouth close around the side of your throat, audibly wet kisses before lapping up to kiss the underside of your ear. Clit throbbing, you reach up to pull his hair, forcing him to let go when you finally give him permission.

“Take me home?”

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X

If Riki had a nice place you wouldn’t know because as soon as he gets you through the door he’s on you.

Lips, hands, teeth, tongue— all over you. Your body feels like one big nerve as he takes his time licking into your mouth, kissing you sloppy and drenched before marking you up. Sharp teeth border on painful when he buries his face in your neck to bite, soothing the burn with a hot lap over the indent.

“Mmm, I’m gonna fuck you so good…”,

A needy moan falls from your kiss swollen lips when he picks you up, carrying you to his room. You don’t know how it happens but by the time you hit the bed, you’re naked— left only in your drenched panties.

“Spread your legs f’me…”

Your body obeys as if on autopilot, letting Riki see the way the wet fabric hugs your pussylips.

“And so wet too… good girl.”

The praise lights you up, oozing pussy clenching around nothing while you watch him strip until he’s naked. Reaching towards him, he follows when you pull him into a slow, filthy kiss. Tilting your head to kiss him deeper as he slides his tongue in your mouth for you to suck, his hand coming up to curl around your throat when he pulls away with a wet slop.

“Open.” He purrs, stroking your bottom lip with his thumb.

You obey again, letting his thumb pet your tongue before he grips your cheeks, leans down and spits.

A fresh coat of slick gushes out from your pussy. It should feel disgusting, you’re not usually like this…so why do you swallow it? Moaning for more as you look up into his dark eyes. His cock is dripping precum when he does it again, licking your mouth out only to spit back down your throat and kissing you as a reward when you swallow without him telling you to.

Eventually, your movements turn restless as your pussy throbs.

“Sorry…”, you apologize, like your jitters are an inconvenience and they’re anything but. On the contrary, Riki is loving how sensitive you are— soaking through your cute panties off a little bit of kissing.

“You’re okay, baby. I don’t mind.”

The low timbre of his voice is hypnotic as he suckles hungry kisses down your body, reveling the way your skin jumps beneath his lips when he gets to your cunt. Heat floods your face when you feel his warm breath cool against your skin from how wet you are, both embarrassed and aroused as he coos.

“Fuck, look at her…”, he leans closer, slipping them down off you so he can see her drip for him.

“Pretty, sloppy hole cryin’ for attention, hmm?”

Your mouth drops in a sharp gasp when Riki presses his nose to your cunt, inhaling deep until his eyes roll back, groaning deep in his chest.

“You smell delicious, pretty thing..”

Blood rushes through your ears as your heart pounds at the act. It’s almost too intimate for a one night stand but you like it too much to care. Arousal so thick it weighs you down like a blanket, pliant and warm when he spreads your pussylips to lick a hard stripe up your slit.

A broken moan shoots from your throat when he does it again— sloppily lapping from your hole to your clit, fluttering his tongue against the underside of the twitching nub before closing his mouth around it to suck. Your trembling hand flies to his hair as pleasure ricochets through your body.

Riki hums as your taste blossoms all over his tongue. He had a feeling before when he was watching you earlier with your friend but he’s positive now.

You’re perfect for him.

So sweet and good for him— he’s overwhelming you now but you’ll learn to crave it.

Another piercing cry bursts from you when he curls his tongue, grazing and flicking that hot pulsing spot nestled against your walls as you shake. Tears bud in your eyes from how good you feel, bliss shredding your nerves apart while he kisses your drooling hole— wearing your arousal like gloss before licking you off his lips.

Alternating between heavy laps and mean sucks, you feel your impending orgasm coming on so strongly it makes you sweat; crying out his name like it’s the only prayer you’ve ever bothered to learn. Popping off your swollen clit, Riki watches your face as he lets his tongue hang, teasing it up the length of your pussy when he asks,

“Cumming for me, gorgeous? Gonna make a mess?”

You are— it’s too good and you’re not strong enough to fight it. Even looking at his pretty face doing such an erotic thing brings you that much closer.

Tears fall freely now and in your haze, the hand not in his hair reaches for his hand and when he intertwines them with his, fucking your hole with his tongue as he swirls your clit in firm circles with his thumb, your chest burns as it caves from the force of your sobs— cumming so violently all your other senses check out and the only thing that reminds is Riki.

“Mmhmm”, he takes your cunt out of his mouth to praise you,

“Like that, baby”, another fat lick, “Want her to squirt in my mouth..” and he doesn’t let up until you do.

Treating your poor clit like a pacifier as you scream and cry until your makeup is ruined and your voice goes hoarse but he gets what he wants by your third orgasm. Closing his jaw with your clit between his teeth as he bites down, releasing to suck before the pain becomes too much and that’s what does it. Your entire body convulsing with incoherent warbled moans, pussy tightening like a vice as the building pressure pushes low in your abdomen and you gush— broken and delirious right into his greedy mouth.

The pleasure is brutal, leaving you raw and empty in its wake. You squeeze his hand as you try to brace through it but it’s no use, you’re falling apart too fast to catch even a piece of yourself.

Goosebumps break over Riki at how visceral you sound, completely gone as you go boneless, on the verge of passing out as he licks you clean, coming at the taste of you for the second time while he strokes his cock.

You don’t notice, but you didn’t notice he never let go of your hand either.

Poor thing, he thinks when he gets up to lean over top of you.

Your chest rises and falls in heavy breaths, hazy eyes stare unseeingly into his face as he grips your thighs, folding them to your chest. Riki taps your puffy clit with the fat head of his dick, watching your face as he switches; sliding it between your cum slick lips instead.

Reality returns to you in floaty lights above the head of the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen, exhausted as he peppers kisses all over your face, rolling his length between your lips, grazing your clit with every thrust. A shuddering moan has him biting his lip, leaning down to give you a kiss that’s less technique and more him licking your tongue.

Pulling away with a wet hiss, he opens his mouth and it’s your turn to spit and his cock jerks when it hits his pallet.He adjusts you one more time, knees almost to your ears when he brings his cock to your entrance and distantly you recall his size.

“You’re not gonna stretch me out first?”

Your voice is soft— slurred. Like your ears are still logged from the blood rushing through them when you came for him.

It’s cute.

Smiling adoringly down at you, Riki brushes your cheek with the back of his knuckles.

“No, baby.”

“But won’t it hurt? You’re big, Ki…”

Closing his eyes, Riki has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep himself in check before opening them again.

“Mhmm…but you’ll like it.”

He remembers how you reacted to him biting your clit and knows you can take it. Pushing against your hole, you whine, nodding along with him.

“O-okay”, and he’s about to push in when you remember—

“Condom?”

Riki sighs, nuzzling into you neck as he kisses up to your ear.

“Don’t need it, I’m clean.” That’s not the entire point and he knows it, licking hotly into your ear like he already has what he wants.

“Me too but—“,

Riki pulls away to kiss you deeply, cutting you off as he rocks forward, sliding into your pussy while swallowing your moans from the stretch. He pulls away to watch your face melt in agonized bliss as he pushes in, inch by inch. The thoughts visibly leave you. He’s so big you struggle to accommodate him but you love it, already shaking when he grinds his pelvis against your clit, humming.

“What? Worried I’ll get you pregnant, baby?”

His taunt doesn’t even register, much less the words.

“O-ooh—“, you’re too busy going crazy.

The weight of him has your mouth watering, glossy eyes rolling back when he pulls out to slam back in, moaning with you.

“Fuck, she’s tight—!”

Folding you as deep as he can, Riki slams into you harder, fucking you into the mattress right off the bat. You take it but barely, crying again when he shifts, bullying your sweet spot until your brain drips out your ears. It’s one of the prettiest things he’s ever seen— your beautiful face drunk on his cock while he fucks you dumb.

“So hot, dripping around me…”

Wet to the point where it’s audible, debauched squelches ring in harmony with your moans every time he sinks in. You pray he doesn’t have neighbors because you’re loud— practically shrieking when he reaches down to spank your clit. Your body jolts and Riki watches more of your slick bubble around his cock— oh you liked that. A sick satisfaction washes over him.

“Little pain slut, aren’t you?”

He doesn’t wait for an answer when he strikes the pulsating nub again, harder. White-hot pleasure blinds you, turns you inside out when you sob, wailing his name. There’s no denying it, not when you’re cumming so hard you’re shaking. Eyes rolling back, Riki stuffs himself inside you to the hilt, letting your pretty pussy milk him.

“Fuck, yesss—“, he hisses through gritted teeth. Dropping his weight on you, he rides out your orgasms with another deep kiss, tongue practically down your throat as you gush brainlessly on him.

It’s heaven, you make him feel things he hasn’t felt in a long time. It’s dangerous but you don’t have a clue, letting him flip you on your tummy and raise your hips as he starts again.

You’re so helpless like this— fucked out of your mind, no choice but to let him take you. It makes his teeth ache and he gives into the urge, burying his face in your throat to bite. Riki bites until you’re writhing, begging so sweetly that it hurts even as your creamy pussy drips down his balls anyway.

Almost in a trance, he bites you everywhere. Neck, shoulders, jaw, even your cheek. The pain paired with how overstimulated you were, you felt like you couldn’t so much as breathe without him as he marks you up.

It’s not long before you’re screaming that you can’t take it. It’s a lie; Riki knows you can because—

“You’re mine, baby. Your pussy was made for me.”

Red lights with the letters S T O P should’ve been flashing but when long fingers wind in your hair, pulling your head back enough so he can fit his arm around your throat, you crumble apart. The lack of oxygen and delicious thrusts have hearts swirling in your eyes, nothing but Riki on the brain and it’s perfect— you’re perfect. He doesn’t need you to think, just needs you.

“Tell me you’re mine, sweetheart. C’mon”, your walls spasm as he goes even harder on you, cologne mixing with the scent of sex.

“Tell me who you belong to— be my good girl, baby.”

He bites you again to hasten your answer, forcing his fat cock in you with devastating accuracy to your g spot. It hurts; aches in a way that makes your voice crack through your sobs when you moan out his name.

“Y- you”, Riki’s broad tongue laps behind your ear, a satisfied purr shakes his chest at your submission.

“M’ yours…Niki—“, he groans, releasing you in favor of shoving your face into the pillows, railing you now. You’re his, only for him, you said it.

His strokes are painfully good, rocking your body with the force, moaning deep when you start to squirt around him. Liquid pushes out of you with startling force, walls twitching and throbbing around him as his pace grows erratic.

“Yeah pretty, you’re mine— no one else is can have you”, Red flags don’t matter if you’re colorblind when tipsy.

You’re shaking but he doesn’t stop, using you like a ragdoll, even as the prolonged stimulation has you climaxing again, gripping the sheets as you’re tortured with orgasm after orgasm. Everything’s buzzing, it’s hot, you’re gonna pass out but he doesn’t mind so long as he’s the first thing you see when you wake up.

“Ah! Fuck—“, his hips slap flush to your ass one more time, seating his cock in your guts when he cums, warming you from the inside out from how much he shoots and you reach your limit, falling into unconsciousness as exhaustion claims you.

Nuzzling against your hot cheek, Riki notices the uneven flow of your breathing, pretty eyes that stay closed even when he calls your name.

He doesn’t panic, he knows he was hard on you for your first time together. Post orgasm bliss and affection swell in his chest as he carefully slides out of you. His cum immediately seeps out of your gaping hole and he holds back on licking you clean.

“Later…”

Riki is soft as he gets a warm, wet cloth to clean you with, carefully not to press too hard on sensitive areas before cleaning himself off too. Scooping you up again, your sleepy whine has him pressing a soft kiss to your forehead as he grabs your dress off the floor, carrying you to sleep with him in the guest room.

Lying you down, he pulls the comforter down so he can tuck you underneath it, sliding in after you. His lips are gentle on your forehead as he kisses it, eyelids heavy.

“Mine— just for me. I’ll kill whoever before I let them have you.”

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You wake up on top of a warm surface.

Blinking in confusion, you groan softly when you shift just the slightest, body sore.

Looking down, you notice you’re completely naked and so is Riki. Your eyes flit up to his face to find him sleeping peacefully. Heat pools up your chest when the events of last night flash through your mind. The biting, the stretch, the way he spoke to you— handled you.

A flustered smile appears on your lips as you silently lean up, brushing his hair off his forehead as you kiss it. Slowly, you stand on shaky legs, looking around the room for your things. You’re careful not to wake him as you slide your dress on, grabbing your phone next to his.

You’d stay but the one time you did only for the guy to less than subtly hint that you’d overstayed your welcome.

“So, you need an Uber or…?”

It was so embarrassing, the cold humiliation like he hadn’t seen you naked merely hours before and you saw him the same. Riki was sweet but you couldn’t say you necessarily trusted him— you only met last night. So, looking back at his handsome sleeping self one last time, you go press a soft kiss to his lips, whispering.

“Goodbye, Riki”.

Then you slip on your heels and slip out the door.

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When you got home, Amu couldn’t believe her eyes. Gasping as she took in your wrecked appearance with a delighted squeal.

“Ooh— I knew he fucked!”

You roll your eyes, trying and failing to hide the beaming smile as you headed towards the bathroom, the pink haired girl hot on your heels. In the bathroom, you try to close the door on her but she pushes her way inside, watching with shining eyes as you pee.

“What? I’ve seen it all already”, she sighs dreamily. “I remember your last birthday gift to me oh so fondly…”

Heat blooms in your chest, shooting her a weak glare through wide eyes as you hiss her name. She ignores the warning, smiling prettily as you wipe and close the lid before you flush.

“Damn, is he a vampire?” She pokes your neck until you flinch away. “Look at all those bites—“

You can’t avoid her forever though because she doesn’t move off the sink when you go to wash your hands, forcing your arms around her to operate the sink.

“Come on… tell me yours and I’ll tell you mines”.

Oh yeah— you briefly remember she was with a hot guy herself before you left. You caught a glimpse of dimples and cat like eyes before Riki was ushering you out the door.

“His name is Jungwon, a friend of your guy, he told me….” That makes you look at her.

Drying your hands for you and following you to your room, Amu gets comfortable on your bed as she pats the empty space next to her, smiling at you when you go with a heavy sigh.

It’s silent for a beat.

Then it’s not.

“…my clit is still sore—“,

Amu screams, hands flying to her mouth as you begin tell her about your night.

“Oh! Insane way to start this off!” Fanning herself, she snaps her fingers at you, yelling excitedly. “Let’s get itttt!”

Sitting criscross, her energy is infectious as you smile back. Taking a deep breath before you continue. Keeping in mind you don’t remember everything he said during since you had been drinking prior but what you do remember has her getting louder after every detail and when you get to his…

She nearly faints.

X

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X

A little over a week goes by and your life goes on.

Work is still annoying but unfortunately too well paying for you to quit. You haven’t been out for another girls night either, simply too busy and Amu whines the same as always.

Once she learned that you snuck out after your fling with Riki, she stopped talking to Jungwon too even after you told her she didn’t have to.

“Nonsense— it’s called solidarity.” She said and that was the end of it.

Things don’t get weird until the start of the third week.

First, it’s in passing; when you next see him. You’re at a popular shopping center, looking for something cute to wear for your office’s upcoming meeting. Usually, you wouldn’t care to put in the effort but the new hire had you singing a different tune.

He was good looking, funny, always brought you different coffees and held doors for you— in short, he was sweet. Not at all shy about his attraction to you.

There’s nothing on the current floor that caught your eye, so letting out a huff, you look up the escalator to the second floor stores. Your eyes pass the people on it when they land on a familiar face. But it seems that by the time you see him, he’s already looking at you. Dark eyes and plump grinning lips, lifting his hands to wave as if he hadn’t taken you apart and since left you wet every time you woke up.

Dumbstruck, you freeze. Awkwardly waving back as he makes his way over to you. He’s a natural attention grabber, various eyes track his smooth movements. Your nerves are tangible, being put on the spot but he revels in it, leaning down to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth. Low voice mumbling,

“I missed you, baby.”

Oh god.

Hot arousal flares through your body, leaving you warm all the way to your toes. You clear your throat, heart pounding in your chest at how familiarly he addresses you. A confused giggle forces past your lips, as you furrow your brows.

“What’s to miss? I was a one night stand.”

Keeping your tone light, you don’t want to hurt his feelings but the truth was that all good things must come to an end. Riki tilts his head, confused while a frown appears on his lips.

“You’re not just some one night stand”,

He sneers the term out like it insults him. It takes you off guard, looking around to make sure you two aren’t making a scene before grabbing his arm to pull him with you. Almost too eagerly, he lets you.

“Riki…”, you trail off, unsure of where to start. The tall man follows you off the escalator onto the second floor, next to you like distance is a cursed notion as you walk into another women’s clothing store—straight to the back to reason with him in privacy.

“You don’t like me—“,

“Yes I do.” He cuts you off, grabbing your hand to kiss the back of it just like he did weeks ago. It has the same effect and you’re not strong enough to pull away because part of you really is attracted to him.

“You don’t know anything about me— you like what we did together, not me as a person.”

Forcing yourself not to flinch away from the hurt look on his face, you stand your ground, reminding yourself that this is necessary. Emotions swirl through you. Guilt, attraction, arousal, need— it’s confusing.

Riki’s silence only puts you further on edge.

Why was he taking this so hard? You two are strangers. And besides, wouldn’t it be hard to have a serious relationship with someone you had sex with within the first hour of meeting them?

“I know I like you.” You groan but he ignores it.

“You think I don’t know anything about you? Try me.”

A huff of disbelief escapes you, thinking he’s bluffing but he remains firm until you ask him something.

“Where do I work?”

Riki doesn’t miss a beat.

“A marketing firm.”

Your eyes widen. There’s no way—

He’s exactly right.

Your world skids to a stop, hearing blood in your ears as your heart plummets cold in your stomach while he grins at you. A lucky guess? No, it’s more than that as he goes on to tell you your favorite food, favorite weather— that you’re not a morning person because you’re more productive at night and even the color your toes are painted right now. But how? You haven’t seen him in weeks. Blinking in confusion as you look at him.

“H-how—?”

“Because I’m exactly right for you.”

His gaze is unwavering, a long finger hooks under your chin so he can look at the face he’s been watching from afar.

“It’s fine if you don’t see it now but soon you will.”

An unsettling shiver runs down your spine. Wide eyes lock on him, fear and something hotter make your stomach turn. You’re both terrified and wanting, scared and intrigued. The pull makes you hesitant, unable to decide on whether he’s a threat or not. Even on the slim chance he isn’t, Riki is still dangerous— you just don’t know how.

Do you want to find out?

Cooing softly, Riki cups your cheek. It’s just as soft as he remembers and you smell just as sweet too. Your heart is in your throat when he leans down, plush lips brushing yours once, twice before pressing them to yours fully. You barely get the chance to kiss him back when he pulls away to whisper against your panting mouth.

“You kissed my forehead and didn’t even stay..”

His words pull a shocked gasp from your lips.

“Y-you were awake?” He shakes his head no, dipping his head to ghost his lips across your mouth.

“But I felt you.”

Then he’s kissing you again— this time like he means it.

You should push him away. There’s too many questions, you two are in public…

Plump lips suck your bottom lip, then your top, warmth flooding your spinning head as you melt, clumsily copying his movements.

Large hands grip your waist, holding you close as he tilts his head to lick into your mouth, a shiver wracking your nerves. Your fingers grip his shirt as he kisses you slow and deep, tongue coaxing against yours before pulling away with a hungry suck. You have to swallow the moan that almost falls out while he buries his face in your neck— gently nipping at your collarbone.

“You’re confused now but you’ll see.” He pulls back to look at you one more time, kissing you softly again.

“Be good for me until then, okay sweets?”

You’re paranoid and aroused watching him go, back down the escalator until he’s out of sight. Letting out a heavy sigh as you remember where you are, you peek out from where you are. Two women with red faces cough in their fists awkwardly before rushing in opposite directions. The third heads to the register, looking awfully busy all of the sudden and you sigh, embarrassment making you bold as you yell out,

“He’s not my boyfriend!”

The girl at the register shares a look with the others.

“Looked the opposite to me…”

“As hot as he is?”

“If I didn’t have a husband, he could be my boyfriend.”

You all look at the older woman who suddenly spoke, 70s with grey hairs and a walker as she laughs jovially.

“What? Tall, good looking men who know what they want are hard to find.”

A startled laugh bubbles from you as you shake your head. The problem wasn’t that Riki knew what he wanted but what he’d be like in order to get it.

In the end, you leave the center with a headache and no dress— unable to shake them image of striking dark eyes following your every move.

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When you tell Amu, she’s uncharacteristically quiet. Listening carefully as you tell her what happened. There’s no jokes, just her watching you pace nervously. Your hands gesturing wildly until she gets up to hold you still. anchoring you before you spiral too bad.

“Hey—breathe, honey.” She guides you closer to her chest so you can copy her steady breathing.

“There we go. Slowly. Need you to calm down for me. I’ve got you.”

Keeping her voice low and soft, Amu talks to you like she would a spooked animal. She reassures you that she didn’t tell Jungwon anything personal about you for him to tell Riki, so there’s no way he’d know all that stuff from earlier off him. That doesn’t help, instead it leaves even more blanks. She doesn’t want to make your anxiety worse so she ends it with a gentle warning.

“Hopefully today was just a coincidence but be careful. I don’t like how he’s so….”,

Clingy? Knowing? Intense? Possessive? Scary?

The silence says all that and more when she pinches her lips in at the tired look you give her.

“Yeah…”

You hope it’s all some really weird fluked coincidence but a nagging feeling creeps in that it’s only the beginning.

Amu takes another deep breath as she holds you, chin resting on the top of your head when she mumbles, “I guess now would be a bad time to tell you Jungwon sent me money and well shot pictures of his dick and new haircut?”

You go silent.

Amu stiffens.

“I’m scared for my life while my best friend—“, she calls your name, letting go so she can back up before you blow as you continue.

“—is being lured over to the dark side by dick and dimples?!”

You’re tired but not enough to keep you from yelling before you chase her, enjoying the normalcy while you can.

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X

It wasn’t the cold terror that got you, it was the paranoia.

You were naturally an overthinker at heart. Running scenarios and possible reactions through your head multiple times was beneficial in that it helped you prepare for the worst. At the same time, it could also be a cage and the stick that slid through the bars to poke you, making sure you stayed on edge.

Which you seemed to be a lot these days.

Jumpy.

Cautious.

Paranoid.

No matter what you did or how you’d try to calm down, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were being watched. And just when that feeling would built, making you frantically search your surroundings, you’d see him.

Riki.

always staring back at you.

Sometimes he’d come up to you, pet your cheek and tell you he missed you. Like he was more than what he’d been or was supposed to be—a one night stand. Each time, your traitorous heart would flutter looking into his mesmerizing face.

One time, when he approached, you stepped back before he could make any physical contact with you to which he only followed. Standing in between your feet as he stood so close he could feel you breathe, then he held your face, softly asking what was wrong. To outsiders, he looked like a loving boyfriend concerned for his girlfriend but the reality was something much darker.

He was always there. Whether you wanted him or not.

Walking home from work, at the convenience stores, the park, library, on the bus in passing—you saw Riki everywhere. It was driving you crazy. Amu was going through it too, having to change phone numbers because Jungwon wouldn’t stop blowing it up and when she blocked him, he’d just do the same thing from a burner but at least he wasn’t practically living in her shadow.

“Hey”, you’re broken out of your thoughts by a familiar hand on your shoulder.

Blinking, you look up to see the new hire. Kihyun. Relief washes over you as you smile back at him. His hand is warm and grounding, drifting across your back in soothing motions.

“I’ve been calling you but you were zoned out.” You pause, stiffening before letting out a tired sigh.

“Sorry, I haven’t been sleeping too well…”, and how could you? As soon as you lay down you feel Riki’s hands; hear his voice rasping filthy praise hotly in your ear, see him bite his lip as he tips his head back— sweat beading down the column of his throat before he cums. Even when he’s not there, he haunts you.

Kihyun frowns, looking at you in concern before dropping down next to your desk to offer,

“Wanna talk about it?” You wince.

“Not really.” And Kihyun— sweet, angelic, non-obsessive Kihyun simply nods in understanding. He doesn’t push you, doesn’t ask more questions about it or look at you differently and you’re grateful. His voice is nice as he changes the topic altogether, filling you in on the last office drama and for a second everything is okay.

You sit and gossip, work a little then gossip some more. He touches you sometimes and they linger, as if testing the soft tension between you. Just his presence soothes you so you’re sad when he invites you to drinks afterwards with him and the other office members and you decline.

“I just don’t think I’m in the right headspace right now, maybe later?” He looks a bit dejected and it makes your chest hurt—rushing to add,

“Just the two of us?”

His head snaps up, smiling almost blindingly as he nods. It’s cute.

After a while, you decide you’re done for the day. Shutting down your computer while Kihyun tidies the area and helps you get your things. Walking out the building together, he’s so close your shoulders touch, rambling about places you two should go to. Your heart flutters but it doesn’t pound and maybe that’s for the best.

The others come out a few minutes later but going the opposite direction and you two share a look.

“Looks like that’s your cue. You wouldn’t hold your liver back on my account, right?” His smile is heart stopping as he looks at you, shaking his head.

“Never.”

Then he does the pleasantly unsuspected. Leaning towards you, you get a whiff of his cologne when he presses a tender kiss to your cheek. Warmth blooms from your chest up to your cheeks, ears burning while your heartbeat quickens. A soft gasp spills from your lips and his breath tickles your ear when he huffs a gentle laugh.

“I hope we’ll go out soon.”

Pulling away, he watches you nod, pleased at how he’s visibly flustered you before heading off with the others as the sun begins to set. You have no idea how long you stand there. Jittery nerves, racing heart, and the crushing realization that you don’t know what to do.

So, you do the only thing you can do for now.

Go home.

The air is warm and it’s peacefully quiet, none of the cold terror that’s been following you day and night. Your thoughts drift as you walk, humming softly when your cheek still tingles. It’s so ridiculous, being this brightened by a kiss on the cheek from a guy you’re fond of but it feels so nice you can’t bring yourself to care, giggling quietly to yourself.

“Is he funnier than me?”

Before you can turn, a hand claps over your mouth, dragging you into the narrow alleyway, off the street. Your heart falls to your ass as you struggle, feeling a hard body press tight to yours, keeping you against the wall. Blood pounds in your ear drums while the worse scenarios run through your mind.

Each more terrifying than the last— you slam your eyes closed to block out the images, tears starting to flow. That’s then the hand leaves your mouth to cup your cheek, the one Kihyun kissed, softly shushing you until you force yourself to quiet.

“Shhh, you’re okay baby…”, your eyes snap open at the sound of his voice.”

“It’s just me.” If anything, the panic comes back with a vengeance, making your voice shake when you say his name.

“Niki?”

He hums, looking at your tear streaked face with an expression you can’t name. It terrifies you all the same. He looks good because of course he does and for a second you wished he was normal because you’d like him then. If he wasn’t fucking crazy he’d have a guarantee of being your boyfriend instead of the one night stand from hell.

When Riki finally speaks, his voice is deceptively soft.

“Who was that?”

The blood drains from your body so fast it leaves you weak as you start to tremble. He means Kihyun. For some reason, you don’t want to tell him his name. It could be you being paranoid but you know if you do, you’d be putting him in danger. Taking a deep breath, you ask who.

“That guy. He was all over you— like you belonged to him and not me.”

He sneers before leaning in to trace your jaw with his lips, tongue falling out to lap at your racing pulse. Your heart skips a beat and against every instinct you know, your cunt throbs. It’s humiliating and more frightening than you can stand but you stay quiet and that just won’t do.

Letting go of your face, his hand lowers to wrap around your throat. Fear seizes you as you go completely still. His hand is so big it spans your neck completely, fingers tightening slightly.

“Say it.”

You hesitate.

“I-I—“, Riki’s expression hardens, pushing you more against the wall.

“You said it then—screamed it too. I want you to say it again now”, his tone leaves no room for argument, discussion or sane thinking, overwhelming you.

“Tell me you’re mine, baby.”

What if you say it just to get him off your case? You stop yourself before you can because he’s the type to take an inch out of a mile and he’ll follow you to the ends of the earth to do it. Spreading your fingers, Riki’s chest is firm under your trembling hands and before you can even think of pushing him away—

“Don’t run, you’ll only make me chase you.”

It’s both a threat and a promise, one you can’t break ever. A sob breaks from your chest, devastated and hopeless. Riki comforts you, kissing your face and whispering gently like he’s not the cause of your misery but at the same time your heart swells at how sweetly he consoles you.

“Just need to hear it, sweets, then I’ll make it better.”

He lets you cry it out, patiently and soothingly. Truth be told, he’s hard right now because the only other time he remembers you crying was in his bed, covered in his marks. You were so lovely but especially when you cried.

The hug tightens, comforting and suffocating.

“W-what”, you want to ask what he wants from you but you already know. Asking would only make him think you’re giving it to him. But how long could you realistically hold out? You can’t avoid him forever— can’t avoid the things you push out when you see him forever either. It’s late, you’re tired.

This round will just have to go to him.

“I-“, you take a deep breath, steeling yourself. “I want you to stop following me everywhere.”

It goes silent before he pulls back to look at you. A dark smile creeps across his face.

“No. I want to be wherever you are.” Frustration bubbles up inside you and you snap, all your emotions explode at their breaking point.

“Why?! It was one night— what don’t you get!”

He doesn’t yell back, simply shakes his head like you’re the one who doesn’t get it, before murmuring.

“It’s not my fault”,

“You are mine. You’re the reason I’m like this—the way you make me feel I don’t want any guy feeling like that about you and you aren’t allowed to feel that way about them either.”

You scoff in disbelief. Not allowed? He really is nuts.

“Today is proof. I leave you alone for a second —“, bullshit because you know he never left. “And they all come running to try and take you away from me, like that guy.”

Kihyun— but you won’t dare say another man’s name now.

Riki huffs, dropping his head to where your neck meets your shoulder, inhaling deeply as he calms down. It’s like your scent soothes him, grip loosening as he messily starts to suckle the skin there and a switch flips.

“I missed you.”

His kisses move across your neck after fingers wind in to pull your head back, exposing your throat to his hungry mouth, tongue licking up the expanse until he reaches your lips. Your head spins, confused, scared, guilty too because underneath the fact that you know you need to be as far away from Riki as possible— you want him.

A shiver licks up your spine at his tongue in your mouth, wet lips sliding together, cunt giving a painful throb when he groans in your throat. You tried so hard not to think about that night but she remembered, craving him ever since. So maybe that’s why when he pulls away, licking the string of spit away, your mouth moves before you can stop it.

“I missed you too…”

Riki’s eyes light up, this is the first time you said it back.

Your eyes are red and glossy, pretty face tired and miserable but you mean it. He’s always around but it paled to the attention he gave you when he was close. It’s dangerous this way, letting him pull you in just so you push deep and fall back into him anyways.

What’s worse is that you can’t even explain it. The pull. Yes, he’s attractive and you like his voice and the way he laughs and his single minded affection for you but what else. Why is it so hard for you not to give in?

Your head already hurts, just think about it later.

Hands find your waist as lifts you against the wall, your fingers running through his hair as he kisses you until his air becomes yours. Body temperatures rising, Riki moves his lips harder against yours, tilting his head to deepen the kiss, growling when he feels your tongue swipe across his teeth.

He pulls away panting, forehead to yours when he pleads,

“Please, baby…”, your resolve shatters at the soft kiss to the swell of your cheek.

“Tell me you’re mine.”

And you do.

Riki swarms you seconds after, high off of how you give in.

His hands and lips are everywhere, kissing your face and hands, neck all the way down your stomach as he drops to his knees. Heat plummets to your core when he pushes your skirt up to bury his face in your pussy, huffing your scent like an addict, a heady moan spills through his lips.

“Fuck, you smell so good...”

Biting your lip to hold back your noises, acutely aware that even though it’s dark out now, you’re still in public.

“Niki—what if s-someone sees?”

He shakes his head, ripping your pantyhose right at the middle so he can do the same to your underwear. Mouth watering when he sees your pussy again, wasting no time as he drags the flat of his tongue through your wet folds. Oh, how he missed your taste.

“If anyone sees, I’ll kill them.”

You freeze but he keeps going, sucking and biting, he whines when you try to push him back, nipping your clit in retaliation.

The pleasure is debilitating as he laps into you again, his tongue dipping shallowly into your soaked hole before flicking the underside of your clit. You gasp, chest tipping forward at his mouth suctioning over the nub, grinding his tongue against it as he sucks hard making you scream, high and desperate.

Wet smacks and slurps with pussydrunk groans from Riki vibrate your cunt—bringing you even closer as you shake, pulling his hair while he palms his dick through his pants before pulling it out altogether.

It’s debased— the way he goes at it. Sucking you off on his knees while messily stroking his fat cock all because you told him you’re his and that you missed him. At the same time, it’s also kinda poetic; how only you can make him this pathetic.

Broken moans burst from your chest when you’re cumming, grinding your pussy back and forth on his tongue. It’s bright and consuming, washing away everything but bliss and the man who dies to have you.

Riki’s mouth down to his neck are soaked in your cum as he sloppily licks you clean, jaw working hypnotically as he cums seconds later off your taste and you’re just as bad because you watch. Even after he’s done, resting his head on your leg, you don’t leave him— no you let him stay on his knees at your feet like you’re the only thing worth breathing for.

You’re scared but for a different reason entirely this time when you ask so softly the wind almost catches it,

“Would you seriously kill over me?”

He doesn’t hesitate.

“Yes.”

The monster before is nothing compared the monster you’ve created now.

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From then on, things began to spiral.

You only leave the house when you absolutely have to and you keep your relationships close as possible starting with Amu. After what happened between you and Riki the last time you ran into him, you can’t put it past him to not harm people he felt would take you away.

When you got home that night, she practically flew into your arms, worried out of her mind as she cried. The sound of her sobs broke your heart as you held her.

“And it just got later and later and you weren’t picking up the phone and your office hadn’t seen you either and I thought—“,

You know. She knows.

All the times you called her losing your mind when you’d see him and she’d come speeding to get you, witnessing firsthand the unnerving compulsion Riki had towards you. It’s also when you make the decision to not tell her everything that happened or your conversation, telling her some but not all since you were still coming to grips with it yourself.

That as much as you want Riki gone, you need him close which is dangerous; even more than him.

In short, you become a ghost. Work, home and that’s it. You leave before anyone else at work especially before Kihyun.

You don’t hit the club or go shopping, if you need something, you have it delivered and frequent check ins with Amu when she’s not home. For the sake of both your sanities, the humongous bouquets of flowers Jungwon regularly sends stay outside until someone takes them and absolutely no picking up calls from anyone not in the contacts.

Anytime you even think of the name starting with R or a face with too full lips, you run to the shower. Standing under an ice cold spray and physically washing him off you. You don’t care if it’s crazy, it’ll never be as insane as him so it’ll have to do.

Today you’re at work but half the usual office is gone since today marks the first day of the internship program they do.

Only a handful of workers who have been longer than a year are allowed to stay and work with them which you qualify for. They’re nice, shaking hands and speaking carefully, overly polite in the way you are when you’re new somewhere.

It’s a nice change of pace, calm even.

They have lunch together, nerves and smiles as you decide to pull in for the day, knowing your other senior peers can handle it. You’re walking out the building when another intern is just now walking back in.

He’s unfortunately, ridiculously cute. Your mouth drops for a second before you remember to be professional. His hair is the kind of blond that’s almost white, a pretty nose, not just tall but broad too and when he smiles you could swoon. The tag on his shirt that’s given to interns reads, ‘H. Kai’. He smiles and you’re smiling too as you pass, greeting him sweetly.

“Hi.”

A soft pink blushes his cheeks when he nods at you, saying it back softly as you go.

When you turn the corner, you freeze. It’s Riki and he doesn’t look happy.

A cold, still rage darkens his face and you have to tackle the urge to run.

“Ni—“,

“Who’s that guy you just said hi to?”

Your mouth opens and closes but no sound comes out, heart beginning to race as he stares you down.

“Why were you smiling at him like that?”

Backing up, you try to create at least a little distance but he’s right there, gaze endless and seething. Of all the times he’s accosted you, you’ve only seen him angry when it comes to other men. You don’t know why it took you so long to connect the dots.

“You’re jealous.”

The look he gives you could chill hell into an ice age, grabbing you by your wrist as he pulls you with him. Panic burns through your chest as he stays silent and no matter how hard you pull or claw at his fingers, you can’t break free. Riki doesn’t stop until you’re somewhere he deems secluded enough, grabbing your face to pull you into a rough kiss.

When you try to move your head away, he just follows you, moving to hold the back of your head so you have no other choice but to accept his kiss. Between the initial burst of fear and anxiety paired with your thrumming heart, you run out of air fast. Lungs burning while Riki kisses you even deeper.

Opening your mouth to try and breathe, Riki covers it with his before sliding his tongue in, petting the roof of your mouth as your ears begin to ring— heart hammering. You can’t breathe. Not when he’s blocking it like this. Dizziness starts to overtake you as a minute goes by then another and another.

You’re limp against him, black spots dancing in your darkening vision. He supports you, holds your body up while you start to lose consciousness, licking into your open mouth like he’s trying to get the last bits of honey out of a jar.

Only after does he pull away, licking his lips contently.

Now, you come with him.

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The first thing that comes to you is that you have terrible taste in men.

If you picked the safer choice instead of the hotter one, you wouldn’t be waking up in the bed of your one night stand who turned out to be a complete psychopath but here you are. Riki watches you come to consciousness laying next to you, eyes soft as you blink drowsily. Has he been watching you sleep this whole time?

“W-what—“ your mouth feels like it’s filled with cotton when you talk. “What’s going on? We’re…?”

He gets up to pass you a drink off the bedside table, holding the straw between your lips as you start to drink a bit but stop as you look at him.

“It’s okay, I didnt do anything weird to it.” To prove it, he takes a few sips before bringing it back to your lips. It’s unsettling, the way he watches you drink the chilled liquid with utter adoration in his eyes. When you’ve had enough, you pull away and he puts it back on the nightstand as you slowly sit up as you remember.

“You made me pass out.”

Sensing the distance you’re trying to put between you, Riki gently guides you back down on the bed, staying on top of you to keep you where he wants you. He doesn’t deny it, merely nodding as if it’s something that’s okay to do.

“I did”, nosing along your jaw, you shiver when you feel his breath.

“But it’s not my fault”, you have to close your eyes as his tongue curl around your pulse, smacking a wet kiss to it.

“It’s because of you.”

Heat begins to lap at your skin and you try to push him away. It doesn’t do anything but make him grab your hands, moving them to the nape of his neck when he brings his head under your shirt.

This was the worst possible day to go without a bra because the first lick has you saying fuck it as you throw caution to the wind. Riki can feel the pounding of your heart as he kisses over your breasts, first your left then your right. Your body begins to tingle as his kisses grow wetter around your nipples, moaning breathily. You watch his head move beneath your shirt, grinding down against your pussy whenever you jolt at a particularly hard bite.

Licking the flat of his tongue against the swollen buds, Riki goes nice and slow so you can really feel it before his teeth close over it, sending electricity up your spine as you cry out—fingers digging into his neck. The leftover ache stings, blooming pain that makes you so wet when he slides your nipples from between his teeth to soothe them with generous wet laps of tongue.

Your eyes glaze over as he repeats the ministrations, moaning his name and it’s euphoric to him. Capturing a nipple between his teeth, he tugs, making you scream before releasing it, watching it jiggle back into place as he laps at it in apology. Large hands under your lower back push your body up flush to his so when he rolls his hips into you, you feel everything.

It’s impossible to get over how big he is, you think. Your head is all floaty, high off the intoxicating mix of pain with pleasure. Starry eyes flutter back because it feels like you’re being eaten alive in the best ways possible. Riki’s mouth is unlike anything you’ve ever felt before as watery cries spill from your throat.

You hips twitch up, clothes adding friction as his cock catches on your clit. The reaction is instantaneous— your back arches while your thighs tremble, squeezing his hips.

“Riki—!”

His rhythm doesn’t falter at your out of pace hips, rocking with you until your voice pitches, lapping and biting your chest as your orgasm slams through you. Mouth dropping in a shrill moan, your nipples burning even as he licks them, the buds puffy and stiff from his overwhelming attention.

He reappears from under your shirt to watch your face as you cum because of him. Sweat beading along your hairline, eyes glossy and unfocused while you cry so so prettily for him. Almost feral, Riki rips your shirt open.

The air is cool against your stinging oversensitive nipples, pussy throbbing in the aftershock. It’s hot and his shirt is the next to go, whipping it off to reveal his toned torso before dropping down to kiss you.

Unlike his other kisses, this one screams possession—that you’re his and his alone.

No saying hi to any guys that aren’t him.

No smiling at any guys that aren’t him.

He’ll kill them and keep you.

Your skirt is next, followed by your wet panties. Sliding the fabric off, he doesn’t toss them, instead he holds them to his face as your cheeks burn when he inhales— groaning rough and ruined in his chest. A shaky breath pushes from your lungs, eyes wide as he strips out of his pants and boxers to stand in front of you naked.

Everything suddenly feels more real.

The fact that you shouldn’t be here with him like this because he’s obsessed, Amu is probably blowing your phone up, but most importantly he’s dangerous. Nothing good can possibly come from a relationship with him, right?

Fingers wrap around your ankles while you’re lost in thought, letting out a startled shriek when he yanks you to him. You open your mouth to protest but Riki cuts you off with another melty kiss, toned arms trapping you in. He pulls away rub the tips of your noses together, the way he almost stares into you shakes everything about the way you thought you felt.

“Don’t say no…”

You can’t.

Not when you feel the way you do, pulling him down for a kiss instead, whining into his mouth as he hooks your legs over his shoulders. The head of his cock meets your entrance but he doesn’t push in immediately.

“I like you so much, pretty…”, you feel your eyes start to water as you nod, emotions swirling.

“I’ve never been this out of my mind until I met you”, he kisses you again, sweetly as he rocks his hips forward. The pressure pops, leaving just the tip inside as you moan in unison, holding onto him through the burn of the stretch.

You shiver, that sweltering heat back with a new kind of force, making your walls pulsate around him as if begging him for more. Riki doesn’t yet, holding back as he tells you again,

“I like you.”

Sniffling wetly, you nod at him, dazed and so torn as you stare into his face.

“I know.”

He pushes in more, hissing at how your soaked pussy hugs tight around him. This might be the worst decision of your life but you can’t take it anymore. The running, the hiding, the constant fear of looking over your shoulder and pretending like your heart doesn’t flutter even before it drops when you see him.

Everything’s so overwhelming, you feel full and empty at the same time as you cling to him. Riki is big so he has to force himself in a bit, moaning when you flutter around him. The sound is pained and wrecked by how badly he’d been needing this—needing you and now you’re here, right where you should be.

“Like me back”, he whines, pelvis flush to yours before he pulls out to slam his hips forward, hitting that spot that makes you sob and the sound makes him lose it.

You’re so fucking wet, strings of your slick drip off his cock every time he pulls out, wetting him up as he fucks you with deep, smooth strokes. The drag of his cock is intense, turning your brain to mush when it pulls against your snug walls in dizzying fullness.

“So tight— nobody else, baby?”

Gritting out the question through tight teeth as he bullies his cock in, making it fit with every brutal thrust. You’re completely delirious, already on the brink of another soul ending orgasm but much to his delight you shake your head, panting.

“N- ngh! No…jus’ you—!” Or better translated, you haven’t let anyone touch you since the night you spent with him and his eyes flash.

“Ohhh, good girl”, he breaths, eyes rolling when your pussy spurts more slick at the petname. “My good fuckin’ girl, yeah?” You sob, overwhelmed with pleasure.

“Ah!—uh huh!”

His smile is too angelic for the devilish way he manipulates your body. Angling your hips up, he settles into a pace that has him knocking into that tender spot nestled inside you with ease. Struggling to even breathe, your warbled moans turn shrill when his pelvis slams against your clit more.

A vulgar, almost inhuman sound forces it’s way from your throat and it makes Riki’s spine tingle. Bending down to catch you in a kiss full of spit and tongue, your eyes roll straight into the back of your head while your stuffed cunt sensitively flutters around him as you cum.

Your orgasm takes you in a way that wipes you clean, turning you into a blank slate— stars dancing in your vision as you drool, falling limp on the sheets.

Riki watches you die and come back alive in real time, a bottomless hunger in his blown pupils as he’s consumed with the need to have you until you’re in his bones, holding back his orgasm off sheer will alone.

You’re a mess— sobbing, screaming, squirting and begging when he starts back up. The steady push and pull of his heavy cock in your pulpy cunt drives you off the cliffs of your sanity as you claw at him. Pain lights across your nervous system when you feel him bite, the same as last time, marking you so viciously you almost bleed before he’s licking the indents.

“You are mine”, he rumbles, voice low and distant. “You belong only to me…”

He fucks you like he’s trying to prove it to you, like there’s no other way of life for him without you in it.

The steady thrusts turn rattling as your greedy cunt swallows him whole. There won’t be anymore confusion after this, you’ll stay his this time but what scares you is that you want it, cumming at just the thought of being kept like this all the time. His and his alone while his rhythm becomes frantic, fueled by desperation as he begs.

“Please”, Riki kisses his marks before kissing your lips, gasping as he fights how he’s unraveling.

“Please like me back”, When he kisses you again, you kiss back just as fervently, lapping at each others tongues between hot moans as you rasp his name and finally stop fighting yourself.

“I do like you—“, a guttural groan shreds his chest apart when he cums, burrowing himself into you as deep as he can when you’re suddenly flooding with warmth.

He’s already too big but now he’s too deep, sending your cunt into a pulsating episode, squeezing down on his cock so violently your screams make your own ears ring. Riki refuses to stop, pumping his hips to ride out the mind-numbing waves of ecstasy as your pussy erupts, spraying his abs in your cum.

Blindly, you smack his arm, trying to make him realize that he needs to pull the fuck out because the pressure on your guts is too much when he rocks forward—sending you into another squirting fit as you become pure static.

“I love you”, he coos, making you take it with hearts in his eyes. “My pretty girl…”

By the time he decides you’re done, the bed is beyond saving and you’re a puff of air away from being comatose while your soul enjoys a round trip out of your body.

Riki is extra soft then, feeling a bit guilty for overdoing it again after you admitted that you like him. You’re so still it makes him nervous but you’re breathing and that’s what counts. Kissing your cheeks, then forehead, down the bridge of your nose to your lips, he nuzzles you one last time.

“I’ll be right back, I’m gonna draw a bath for us.”

He watches your breathing even out before he goes, steps light.

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Warm water and gentle lights greet you when you wake up, blinking blearily as you look around the space.

“Feel okay, baby?”

Riki whispers against the back of your shoulder, kissing the skin softly. Strangely, there’s no rush to get away from him, leaning back into his arms among the sweet scented bubbles as you nod.

“Never better.”

Before you can relax too much, you remember something important,

“My phone?”

Riki hums, pressing you closer to enjoy the silky feel of your softness against him before responding.

“Check it after we get out”, you kiss him back when he captures your mouth with a sweltering devotion. Affection strikes through your chest as he moves his lips with yours like he plans for you two to be a while….

An hour later, finally in the bedroom and somewhat clothed, Riki lays his head in your lap as you check your messages—clicking on Amu’s thread.

The latest message was not sent by you but by the man practically purring up a storm in your lap. It’s a picture of him smiling brightly next to your naked sleeping form followed by a flurry of threats from her swearing hell unto the galaxy if you weren’t safe.

You look down at him.

He looks up at you— and smiles.

“How did you know my password?”

Heeseung is the sun around which the entire campus orbits.

He’s the captain of the basketball team, the big star whose name echoes through the packed arena during every game. With his lean yet athletic build, dark hair that falls over his sweaty forehead after a match, and that lazy half-smile that screams trouble while charming every girl in sight, he moves like he’s always being watched — and he is. Every head turns when he walks by, the crowd in the hallways parting like the sea for him and his teammates. He loves the attention.

Everyone knows the stories about Heeseung. He doesn’t do relationships — he rotates. A new girl every week, sometimes every day if he’s in the mood. They’re often seen leaving his apartment late at night, or early in the morning if he feels like letting them stay over, hair messy and wearing his team jacket like a trophy.

He usually doesn't appear with them in public, but it doesn't take long for the chosen girl to start gossiping in the hallways about how she's being fucked by him. That doesn’t last long though, because once the thrill fades he ignores them completely, never answering their messages once the weekend is over. "Let’s just have fun," he says, and the girls always agree, secretly believing they’ll be the one to change him.

You’ve been watching him from afar for months, studying the way he laughs too loudly at parties with his arm around whatever girl he’s with at the moment, the way his hand rests on her lower back as he guides her through the crowd, and how his eyes scan the room like he’s already searching for the next target while the current one is still pressed against him. It should disgust you — the casual way he uses people, the trail of broken hearts he leaves behind without remorse. But it doesn’t disgust you. It feeds you.

Deep down, in that secret place where you allow yourself to be completely honest, you want to be one of them. Not just another weekly girl — you want to be the one who breaks the pattern, the one so unforgettable, so incredible in bed and out of it, that Heeseung, the campus player, finally chooses you for good.

The problem is you have no idea how to make that happen.

You’re a virgin, completely untouched. The closest you’ve ever gotten to intimacy was an awkward, too-long hug with your best friend Jake after a tough week of exams. Approaching Heeseung as you are now — inexperienced, nervous, and clumsy — would never work.

"He likes confident girls, experienced ones who know how to dominate and be dominated in equal measure, because he doesn’t waste time teaching the basics. He expects you to already know how to please him." That’s what you heard from one of his teammates.

So after watching him leave the court with yet another girl on his arm, you make a decision.

You’re going to practice.

You’re going to transform yourself into the perfect girl for him — experienced enough to impress him, confident enough to stand out, and irresistible enough that when he finally notices you, he won’t be able to let you go.

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You stand outside Jake’s dorm room long enough for your legs to start aching. Your best friend’s room has always been your safe haven — the perfect spot for late-night study sessions, movie marathons, and listening to him ramble excitedly about sci-fi. Jake is kind, a bit nerdy in the best way possible, like a golden retriever with brown hair, a sweet smile, and glasses.

With a deep breath, you knock on the door.

Jake opens it almost immediately and breaks into a wide smile the moment he sees you. "Hey, what took you so long? Come in— wait, are you okay? You look tense."

You step inside and sit on the edge of his bed, nervously playing with the hem of your shirt. Jake drops into his desk chair and pulls it closer so he’s facing you directly, his knees almost brushing against yours. "Jake… I need to talk to you about something kind of crazy, embarrassing, and probably really stupid."

He tilts his head, curiosity sparkling behind his glasses. "You know you can tell me anything. What’s going on?"

You tell him everything — how you’ve been watching Heeseung for months, how every time you see him with someone new, something deep in your chest twists, not exactly with jealousy, but with desire. You share the rumors you’ve heard about how he likes girls who know what they’re doing, girls who can match his intensity. Finally, you admit that you want to be the one he chooses — not just for a week, not for a fling, but for good.

"But I’m a virgin, Jake," you whisper, your cheeks burning. "I’ve never even… I don’t know what I’m doing. So if I tried to approach him like this, he’d probably laugh."

Jake’s eyes widen, but he doesn’t interrupt.

"So I’ve decided… I’m going to practice. I’m going to get experience so that when I finally have my chance with Heeseung, I’ll be good enough that he won’t want anyone else."

Silence stretches between you as Jake stares at you for a long moment. He pushes his glasses up, his expression soft — not mocking, not disgusted. Just… Jake. "Wow. That’s… a lot. Heeseung, huh? I mean, I get it, but you’re really willing to do all that for him?"

Biting your lip, you nod. "I know it sounds crazy, but I can’t stop thinking about it. And… I was hoping you’d help me with the first part."

Your voice drops until it’s almost inaudible. "I want you to be my first. I want to lose my virginity with you. You’re my best friend and I trust you. I know you’ll be gentle, you won’t laugh at me or tell anyone. Please, Jake?"

His cheeks flush pink and for a second it looks like he might say no. "You… you want me to what? Oh my God. I don’t even know what to say."

He lets out a nervous laugh, a mix of surprise and something he’s always kept hidden. "I’ve never thought about you like that before or… okay, maybe I have, a little. But you’re serious? This is all for Heeseung?"

"Yes, but right now it’s about learning with someone safe, someone who cares. And that someone is you."

Jake stays quiet for a moment while he thinks, then reaches out and takes your hand, his thumb gently brushing over your knuckles. "Okay… if we’re really going to do this, I want it to be right for you. Not just jumping in headfirst." His thumb keeps tracing slow, soft circles on the back of your hand. "You’ve never done any of this before, right? Not even… by yourself?"

You swallow hard, staring at your intertwined fingers, and admit softly, "No… I mean, I tried rubbing against my pillow once and it felt good, I think? But I got scared and stopped. I don’t know what I’m doing, Jake. That’s why I need you to help me learn."

Jake nods, adjusting his glasses — a nervous habit — with flushed cheeks, but his voice stays as gentle and patient as always. "That makes sense. But before anyone else touches you, you should get to know your own body first. What feels good, what you like. It’ll make everything easier later… for him and for you."

He hesitates for a second, then adds with a small reassuring smile, "Do you trust me enough to try this now? With me here?"

Your heart races with a mix of embarrassment and curiosity. "Yes, I trust you. Just… tell me what to do, please."

Jake stands up slowly and sits beside you on the bed. He leans in and presses a soft kiss to your temple, then to your cheek. "Start by getting comfortable. Lie back, and maybe take off your sweater if you want to and feel okay with it."

You do as he says, pulling off your sweater and setting it aside so you’re left in just your tank top and jeans. "Good," he murmurs. "Now touch yourself under your clothes first, over your stomach, along your thighs… feel how your body reacts."

You slide your hand beneath the thin fabric of your tank top. Your fingers graze the soft skin of your belly, then move higher, gently caressing one of your breasts. It feels strange doing this while he watches, but his gaze isn’t hungry or demanding — it’s warm and encouraging, like he’s looking at something precious. When your fingertips brush your nipple, a small sigh escapes you.

"Right there. That’s good. Circle slowly and squeeze just a little."

As he speaks, his own hand drifts down to the front of his sweatpants and then he starts touching himself gently over the fabric, not even trying to hide it. Knowing he’s getting hard just from watching you makes your breath hitch.

Following his instruction, you circle and lightly pinch your nipple, feeling a warm sensation build low in your belly. "Jake, it feels so good…"

"Tell me," he encourages, his hand moving in slow strokes that match the rhythm of your breathing. "Does it make you wet between your legs?"

"Yes," you sigh.

"Keep going, slide your other hand into your jeans and touch yourself over your panties if you’re not ready for more yet."

With your free hand you obey, unbuttoning your jeans and slipping inside. The fabric of your panties is already damp when you press your fingers against yourself and rub lightly, drawing a soft whimper from your throat.

Both of your breathing grows heavier with every second. Jake pushes his sweatpants and boxers down just enough to free himself, stroking slowly while he watches every movement of your fingers.

"Fuck, that’s beautiful," he breathes, the words slipping out like he can’t hold them back. "Rub your clit. Find the spot that feels best."

You circle your clit, experimenting with pressure and rhythm, rolling your hips when you finally discover the perfect way to touch yourself. Jake’s eyes stay locked on your hand while his own speeds up, his thumb brushing over the head of his cock with every stroke.

"Inside your panties now," his voice still gentle but strained. "Feel how wet you are. Explore your body, learn what it likes so you can show someone exactly what you need."

You push your panties aside and slide a finger along your slick folds. "Slide a finger inside, babe," he says and when you do, a moan escapes your lips — it’s tight, but not uncomfortable. Jake groans with the sight, his hand moving faster on himself.

"Add another finger and curl them a little. Yeah, just like that. You’re doing so good, babe." His praise makes you bolder, so you start pumping your fingers slowly, rubbing your clit with your thumb at the same time, while your free hand keeps playing with your breast, pinching harder as the pleasure rises.

"You’re getting close, aren’t you? I can tell by the way you’re breathing. Let it happen. Imagine how good it’ll feel when I’m inside you." His words push you over the edge.

Moaning Jake’s name, completely lost in the overwhelming sensation, your body tenses and your thighs tremble uncontrollably as the orgasm crashes through you. Waves of heat pulse around your fingers, deeper and stronger than you ever imagined.

"Fuck, don’t do this to me." His hand strokes faster until he groans and comes too, spilling over his fingers with a shaky breath.

For a moment, the room falls quiet except for your shared breathing. Jake leans in and presses a soft kiss to your shoulder, his glasses tilting slightly. "Hey… you still with me? How are you feeling after that? Overwhelmed?"

You shake your head and let out a small giggle. "I’m good. Really good, actually." Reaching up, you gently fix his glasses and whisper, "Thank you for being so patient with me, Jake. I know this is probably weird for you too."

He smiles, and it makes you smile back naturally. "It’s not weird. At least not with you. Honestly, seeing you like that… it was beautiful. You’re beautiful." He leans in and kisses your forehead, then your cheek, giving you time to calm down while his hand rests on your hip and his thumb draws slow circles on your skin. "If you want to keep going, I’m right here."

You bite your lip, the mix of nerves and curiosity warms your body all over again. This is supposed to be practice — each new sensation is another skill you’re learning — but right now, with him, it feels like something more.

"I want more," you admit, cheeks burning. "Can you… use your mouth on me? I’ve heard it feels really good, but I don’t know what to expect."

Jake’s eyes widen for half a second. "Yeah, I’d love to do that for you." He moves carefully on the bed, helping you adjust the pillows behind your head so you’re comfortable. "Just relax and tell me what feels good, okay? If anything is too much or not enough, say so. Promise?"

"Promise." You extend your pinky toward him and he does the same, linking them together to seal the promise.

He starts with soft kisses on the inside of your knee, then higher up your thigh. Every touch of his lips sends shivers across your skin. "Your legs are already shaking," he murmurs with a low chuckle against your thigh. "That’s so cute."

When his mouth finally reaches your center, it’s feather-light at first — just his lips brushing against your folds — but it’s enough to make you draw in a sharp breath and grip the sheets tightly.

Then his warm tongue drags upward in one long, torturous lick from your entrance all the way to your clit. The feeling is wet, hot, and incredibly intimate, the texture of his tongue adds a new layer of friction that makes your hips jerk involuntarily.

"My God, Jake…" The words slip out before you can stop them.

"Good?" he asks, pulling back just enough for you to see his glistening lips as he looks up at you.

"Yes… really good. Do that again, please."

With more confidence this time, he explores every inch of you — licking along your folds, circling your clit, then moving down to taste your entrance. The wet sounds of him pleasuring you only heighten the arousal building in your belly.

Jake hums in satisfaction as he finds the rhythm you like best, reading it from your moans. "You taste incredible… so hot and wet."

You reach down and thread your fingers through his soft hair. "Right there, when you suck on my clit, it feels so good."

He listens immediately, sealing his lips around the sensitive bundle of nerves and applying gentle suction while his tongue flicks against it, making the pleasure intensify, stronger than before.

The smooth glide of his tongue, the occasional careful graze of his teeth, and the way he alternates between lavishing attention on your clit and licking down to dip inside you make heat spread through your core — it radiates outward until even your fingertips feel warm. You grow even wetter, and Jake groans in appreciation, licking up every drop like he can’t get enough.

"Jake, I think I’m getting close again," you gasp, your voice breaking into a loud moan as he sucks harder on your clit. Your hips move against his face instinctively, but he doesn’t pull away. Instead, he doubles down with his tongue. This orgasm builds differently — deeper, more overwhelming — and when it crashes over you, it hits with a full-body shudder.

You cry out his name, fingers tightening in his hair as waves of pleasure pulse through your center. Jake keeps licking you through it all, drawing out every tremor until you’re panting and oversensitive.

He finally lifts his head, wiping his mouth and chin with the back of his hand before leaning over you again. His cheeks are flushed, his eyes shine behind his glasses, and a proud little smile plays on his lips. "You okay? That looked like it felt really good."

You laugh breathlessly. "It was incredible… I didn’t know I could feel so sensitive down there."

Jake chuckles softly. "Good. That’s kind of the point of all this practice, right? Learning what you like." His hand slides over your body again, stopping just above your mound as his fingers trace lazy patterns across your skin. "Are you sure you want me to take your virginity? Your body’s already experienced so much tonight. Maybe you need a break."

You shake your head, caressing his face. "I don’t need a break. I just want to feel your cock inside me, please."

One of his hands drifts lower until his fingers reach your wet entrance, circling it slowly. "I need to make sure you’re ready for me. I don’t want to hurt you. Relax and breathe out for me."

You do as he says, and he slowly presses two fingers inside you.

His longer fingers create a different sensation. The stretch borders on discomfort at first, making your walls clench tightly around the intrusion. "Ah— it’s tight," you whisper, gripping his shoulder. "It burns a little."

Jake freezes immediately. "Want me to stop? We can wait."

"No! Keep going. I want to get used to it."

He nods and presses a soft kiss to your temple. "You’re doing so well… so warm and snug around my fingers. What if I curl them just a little?" He demonstrates, stroking your inner walls gently until he brushes against a spongy spot that sends sparks shooting up your spine.

"Oh!" Your eyes widen. "Right there… my God, that feels so good."

"I found your g-spot," he says, clearly proud of himself. He keeps the movements shallow and slow, pumping his fingers in and out while his thumb draws gentle circles over your clit. The initial burning fades, turning into something hotter, slicker, and far more pleasurable.

"Add another one, Jake," you say after a few minutes, voice breathless. "I think I can take it."

Jake carefully slides a third finger in, the pressure increases and your walls flutter as they adjust to the stretch. Every curl of his fingers against that perfect spot sends waves of pleasure through your entire body, while his thumb on your clit keeps the arousal building higher.

"Talk to me, babe," he says, eyes fixed on your face. "How does it feel now? Too much?"

"It’s full… stretching me," you moan, your hips starting to move in time with his hand. "But it’s turning into something really good. Faster on my clit— yes, like that. God, Jake, your fingers are so deep."

He picks up the pace a little, thrusting more firmly and creating an overwhelming sensation in the best way possible. The pleasure keeps intensifying until your breathing comes in short gasps and your thighs tremble uncontrollably. "I’m getting close again. Please don’t stop."

Jake leans down to kiss your stomach, murmuring encouragement. "Come on, come on my fingers. Let go for me, babe."

You moan loudly, back arching as the orgasm hits you harder than the ones before. A deep wave crashes through you, making your inner walls clench rhythmically around his fingers. Jake keeps pumping slowly and carefully until the spasms ease, then gently pulls his fingers out and brings them to his mouth. "Your taste is addictive."

Smiling you reach up to brush a messy strand of hair from his forehead. "Jake… I want to go all the way. I want to feel you inside me, please."

Jake’s breath catches, then he sits up properly and reaches into the nightstand drawer, pulling out a condom.

"You actually have these," you say with a light teasing note in your voice.

He looks at you with a shy smile as he opens the packet and rolls the condom down his length. "Hey, Heeseung isn’t the only one on campus who has sex, you know? A guy can be prepared even if he’s not out at every party." Jake hovers over you, supporting his weight on his elbows so he doesn’t crush you. "You look so beautiful like this," he whispers, leaning closer and gazing at your lips.

"Can I?" When you nod, he captures your mouth in a slow, deep kiss filled with desire. His lips move to your cheek, your jaw, and then trail softly down the side of your neck, leaving a wet path that makes you shiver. He takes his time, giving attention to every inch of skin he can reach with his mouth and fingers. Only when both of you are breathing heavier does he settle between your legs and position himself.

"Breathe with me, okay? Slow and easy." You nod, inhaling as he begins to push inside.

The initial pressure is intense — a wide, stretching fullness that makes your breath hitch. Your walls stretch around his thickness in an overwhelming way and your body tenses as he sinks into you inch by inch, giving you time to adjust. "Oh my God…"

Jake stops immediately. "Hey, hey… look at me," he says, his voice full of concern. He kisses you softly on the lips, then your nose and forehead. "Is it too much? We can wait. I hate the idea of hurting you, even for a second."

You shake your head and take a deep breath, trying to ease the discomfort. "It’s a lot… really full and there’s some burning, but I want this."

To distract you from the stretch and help your body relax around him, he kisses you again. It works — the pain slowly turns into pressure, and then into something hotter and more intimate. "Okay, you can move a little more now."

Jake slides forward inch by inch until he’s fully inside you — every part of him is wrapped tightly in your heat, making you feel so connected, so completely filled, with a pleasant throbbing where your bodies meet.

"God… you feel incredible," he breathes, staying still for a moment while buried deep inside you. He covers you with more kisses. "So warm and tight around me. Tell me how you feel, babe."

"Full," you sigh. "So deep… it’s starting to feel really good."

Smiling against your skin, he begins rocking his hips in small, gentle movements. Each shallow thrust glides along your inner walls, brushing that sensitive spot and sending sparks of pleasure through your whole body. Jake keeps his eyes on yours, watching carefully for any sign of discomfort.

You wrap your legs around him, pulling him closer. "More kisses," you whisper softly, and he gives them freely — deep, passionate kisses that match the slow rhythm of his hips. His hand finds yours, intertwining your fingers beside your head as he sinks a little deeper and a little firmer. The pleasure builds gradually, a warm wave spreading from your center outward.

"You’re doing so well," he praises between kisses, his voice full of affection. "Look at you… my best friend, letting me do this. You feel perfect, so hot and slick around my cock." His free hand caresses your breast through your tank top, his thumb brushing your nipple in time with his movements, pulling more moans from you.

"Faster… just a little," you ask, voice breaking. "I want to feel more."

Jake obeys, finding a slow but steady rhythm that lets every thrust fill you completely, the head of his cock brushing that sweet spot over and over again. "Does this feel good for you too?" you ask between moans, wanting to make sure he’s enjoying it.

"God, yes," he groans. "You’re squeezing me so tight, but right now it’s all about you. I want you to come like this if you can."

You roll your hips to meet his thrusts, learning the rhythm and experimenting with how it feels to clench around him. Jake’s glasses are completely fogged up and slipping down his nose, he pauses just long enough to take them off and set them aside, then kisses you deeply as he resumes his movements.

"I’m getting there," you moan against his mouth. "Please don’t stop, Jake."

"I’ve got you." He shifts slightly, sliding one hand between your bodies to rub gentle circles over your clit. The extra stimulation pushes you right over the edge. Your walls flutter and clench hard around his cock as the orgasm crashes through you. You moan loudly, nails digging into his back while your body pulses around him.

Jake keeps thrusting softly through your climax, murmuring praises. "That’s it… so good. You’re incredible." Only when you start to come down does he let himself go. His hips snap a few more times before he buries himself deep and comes with a low, shaky groan, filling the condom.

For a long moment afterward, he stays inside you while both of you catch your breath. Then he pulls out carefully, discards the condom, and cleans you both with a warm cloth from the bathroom. "You okay?" he asks, his voice soft and full of concern. "No pain? I tried to be as gentle as possible."

You snuggle into the sheets, feeling a pleasant soreness between your legs and a deep sense of satisfaction. "I’m perfect. A little sore, but in a good way. You made my first time really special, Jake. You’re the best friend I could ask for."

The next morning, you wake up in his bed. The ache between your legs reminds you of everything — the careful way he touched you, the gentle thrusts, the tender kisses. It had all been perfect for your first time.

But as you slip out of bed carefully so you don’t wake him, a realization settles in your mind. It wasn’t enough. Not for what you really want.

Heeseung isn’t gentle. From the rumors, girls get pinned against walls, left breathless and marked. He likes control, intensity, rough hands. Jake would never give you that, even if you begged. He’s your best friend who worries about every little sound you make. He would never push your limits the way you suspect Heeseung would.

You also need to practice that side — the rougher kind of sex that leaves you deliciously sore, the kind that teaches you how to take and give back. You can’t show up to Heeseung soft and inexperienced if you want to stand out, if you want him to crave you for more than one night.

So you leave Jake a note on his desk. "Thank you for last night. Let’s talk soon," and head back to your dorm with a new determination.

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That weekend, the hockey team is throwing a big party at their off-campus house — an event that always draws a different crowd from the basketball scene. There’s no explosive feud between the teams, just a quiet rivalry and enough tension that basketball players rarely show up at hockey parties and vice versa. It’s perfect. No chance of running into Heeseung or his circle, and you need that space to level up without any complications.

You take extra time getting ready because you want to be noticed. You choose a short black dress that hugs your curves, the hem riding high on your thighs. It’s simple but dangerous — low neckline, thin straps, the kind of outfit that makes you feel powerful when you look in the mirror. You add a bit more makeup than usual, nothing too dramatic, and slip into heels that make your legs look longer.

The hockey house is already packed when you arrive. Hockey players in their varsity jackets, girls in tight dresses, and red solo cups everywhere. You grab a drink and wander through the crowd, heart racing with anticipation.

That’s when you see him.

Sunghoon, the captain of the hockey team, is standing near the kitchen island, leaning against the counter like he owns the place — and he does. He has a cold, almost untouchable aura that makes people shiver when he walks by. His teammates laugh around him, but he only offers a slight, distant smile, like he’s above it all.

Your eyes meet across the room and he doesn’t look away. Instead, his gaze slowly travels down your body, taking in the dress you chose so carefully, before returning to your face. A faint smirk tugs at the corner of his lips — not warm like Jake’s, but something sharper, more predatory. It sends a shiver down your spine.

You don’t look away either. After all, that’s exactly why you came.

He pushes off the counter and makes his way through the crowd toward you. The suffocating tension hits you the second he stops right in front of you, like all the air has been sucked out of the room. "You don’t usually come to our parties," he says, his voice low as he tilts his head, studying you like a puzzle he’s already halfway to solving. "Or are you from the basketball crowd, doll?"

You take a sip of your drink to steady yourself. "Maybe I was waiting for the right night… Plus, hockey parties have a certain reputation."

A faint smile tugs at his lips as he steps a little closer, invading your space enough to make your pulse race. "Reputation for what, exactly?" He’s so close now that you can smell his cologne — something fresh and expensive that makes your head spin.

You shrug, trying to look calm. "Good music, strong drinks… You’re Sunghoon, right? The captain of the team. I’ve heard a lot about you." The words come out bolder than you expected, but they hit something in him and his gaze darkens.

He raises a thick eyebrow and crosses his arms over his chest, making his impressively attractive biceps stand out. "I hope they’re good things."

You smile slightly. "Depends on who you ask. Some say you’re intense. Others say you’re… hard to keep up with."

Sunghoon studies you like he’s deciding something. The air between you grows heavier, and you can feel the pull — the way his eyes drop to your mouth, then lower, before sliding back up. "And what do you think? Do you think you could keep up?"

The question makes your breath hitch. "I think it depends," you reply, taking a small step closer, letting the tension build until it feels almost unbearable. "Are you offering to find out?"

He leans in even closer, his lips hovering near your ear so only you can hear him, his warm breath brushing your skin and sending shivers down your spine. "Careful. Talking like that might get you more than you bargained for."

You turn your head just enough that your cheeks nearly touch. "Maybe that’s exactly what I’m looking for."

His hand settles on your lower back, firm and guiding, pulling you subtly closer. "Come upstairs with me," he says, his voice steady as he pulls back just enough to meet your eyes again. "There’s a room up there. Quieter. We can… talk more."

This is it — the next step.

You nod, letting him guide you through the crowd toward the stairs with his hand still resting on your back as you climb the steps.

The door clicks softly shut behind you, and the room instantly feels much quieter than the chaos downstairs, lit only by the soft glow coming through the open window. Sunghoon leans back against the door without saying a word, simply watching you with a playful smile on his lips.

"So," he begins softly, pushing away from the door and walking toward you, "you showed up at a hockey party dressed like that, with your eyes on the captain. You’re either really brave or really curious. Which one is it?"

"Maybe both."

Your back hits the wall before you even realize you’ve been moving backward. "Bold. I like that, I don’t waste time with girls who don’t know what they want." He towers over you, his presence intense and dominant.

You swallow hard. "I know exactly what I want tonight. Someone who won’t hold back."

He leans in closer, one hand settling on your hip, fingers pressing firmly enough for you to feel his strength. "Careful what you wish for… You look like the type who melts easily, and I think I’d really enjoy finding out."

His gaze drops to your mouth, then returns to your eyes, dark and hungry. Without another word, his lips crash against yours in a deep, overwhelming kiss right from the first second. Sunghoon doesn’t take it slow like Jake — he claims your mouth completely, his tongue sliding against yours with raw intensity while his free hand moves up to caress the back of your neck, tilting your head exactly the way he wants.

You try to match the intensity of his kiss, but it’s overwhelming — he devours every sigh and gasp that escapes you. When he finally pulls back enough for you to breathe, his eyes are darker, his lips slightly swollen. "Not bad," he murmurs, voice rough. "But you can do better, doll."

Before you can respond, he kisses you again, slower this time, pressing his body against yours so you can feel the hard line of his cock straining through his jeans. Your stomach tightens with a mix of nerves and excitement.

"Come here." He takes your hand and guides you away from the wall toward the bed. Sitting on the edge, he pulls you close until you’re straddling his lap, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his thighs, your dress riding up as you settle against him.

He pulls you into another deep kiss while one hand slides up your body and the other grips your thigh. You rock lightly in his lap, feeling him grow even harder beneath you, and he lets out a low groan into your mouth. "You’re so fucking hot. I want to see what else that pretty mouth can do." His fingers trace your jaw, thumb brushing over your lower lip. "Get on your knees for me. Show me what that mouth is capable of."

Your heart stutters because his words hit you hard — part excitement, part panic. On your knees. Sucking him. You’ve never given a blowjob before.

You slide slowly off Sunghoon’s lap and drop to your knees, your hands shaking as you reach for the button of his jeans and try to pull down the zipper. Reality crashes over you: you’re on your knees for the hockey team captain, about to give him head with zero experience.

His eyes narrow the moment he notices the tremor in your hands and the hesitation in your movements. A low, cruel, mocking laugh escapes him. "Wait." He reaches down, gripping your chin with two fingers, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. "You’ve never done this before, have you?"

Biting your lip, you shake your head. "No… I’ve never done it."

Sunghoon’s expression doesn’t soften with pity. Instead, it sharpens with something darker — satisfaction mixed with pure control. He releases your chin and leans forward, elbows resting on his knees, looking down at you like you’re a player who needs to learn the drill.

"Good, I like honesty. So you’re going to listen carefully. I’m not in the mood for guessing games tonight. You want to learn? I’ll teach you, and you follow my instructions. Got it, dol?"

You swallow hard and nod again.

"Words," he commands, cold and firm. "Use your words when I ask you something."

"Yes," you repeat, your voice steadier this time. "I understand."

He gives a small nod of approval. "Good girl. Now unzip me."

You obey, slowly pulling the zipper down. Sunghoon lifts his hips slightly to help you tug his jeans and boxers low enough to free his cock. It springs out, hard and heavy, the tip already glistening with precum.

His hand rests on the back of your neck, not pushing, but guiding. "Look up at me when I’m talking to you. Don’t just stare at it like you’re lost. Wrap your hand around the base and feel the weight."

Your fingers are still trembling as you obey, curling them around his thick length. He feels incredibly warm and heavy in your palm, the skin smooth over steel. You give an experimental squeeze, watching his reaction.

"Yes, just like that," he praises coolly, like he’s directing a teammate on the ice. "Now stroke up and down. Keep a firm grip. That’s it— good. Don’t be shy."

You pump your hand firmly, finding a rhythm that makes Sunghoon’s breathing grow a little deeper, but he keeps complete control, his eyes locked on you the entire time. "Spit on it, get it nice and wet. Good girls make it sloppy."

You gather saliva and let it drip onto the head, using your hand to spread it all over his length. The wet sounds that follow make your face burn even hotter, but the way his cock twitches in your grip sends a shiver through you.

His fingers twist into your hair with enough force for you to feel it, then he pulls you closer to his throbbing length. "Now use your mouth. Start with the head, wrap your lips around it, no teeth. Suck gently while you swirl your tongue."

Your heart races as you wrap your lips around the tip, tasting a man’s cock for the first time — slightly salty, but surprisingly good. Your tongue moves in slow, hesitant circles, trying to find the rhythm you think will feel best for him.

"Eyes up," he orders sharply. "Look at me while you do it. That’s good, but take me deeper now. Relax your throat, don’t force it. Move your head slowly and keep stroking the part you can’t reach."

You open wider and take him deeper. It feels strange at first — the stretch of your jaw, the way he fills your mouth, the occasional gag when you go too far, causing tears to gather at the corners of your eyes.

"Relax your jaw and breathe through your nose. Faster with your tongue on the underside. Use your hand in sync with your mouth."

You follow every instruction carefully, the clear commands making it easier despite your inexperience. The room fills with wet, obscene sounds as your mouth works on him — licking, sucking, and your hand sliding smoothly along his cock. Sunghoon’s thighs tense under your free hand, and his voice grows a little rougher, though still tightly controlled. "Hollow your cheeks more when you pull back. Take me deeper whenever you can, I want to feel the back of your throat."

Pushing yourself, you take him deeper until your nose brushes his stomach, triggering a light gag. You try to hold it, but end up sliding back up, gasping for air. A thick string of saliva connects his cock to your mouth, and his grip tightens in your hair, the slight sting only heightening the moment.

"Not bad for your first time. Now focus on the head again. Suck harder while you move faster. Yeah— just like that. You’re gonna make me come if you keep going."

You throw yourself into it completely, determined to get better so you can do this perfectly for Heeseung one day. Your hand and mouth work together, faster and sloppier now, until Sunghoon’s breathing turns heavier and his abs tighten visibly.

"Fuck— keep your eyes on me," he growls, his voice dropping lower. "I’m close. When I come, you swallow. Every drop. Understand, doll?"

You murmur something unintelligible around him, the vibration drawing a low groan from deep in his throat. His hand guides you with a little more firmness now as his hips begin to rock, meeting your mouth with each movement. His dominance is intoxicating — no endless questions, no overthinking, just clear and commanding direction that pushes you exactly where he wants you.

With one last deep thrust into your mouth and a low groan, he comes. Hot spurts hit the back of your throat as you swallow desperately, trying not to gag while you take everything he gives you, your hand still gently stroking him through it.

Sunghoon holds you there for a few more seconds before finally releasing your hair and letting you pull back. You release his cock with a wet pop, your lips swollen and glistening. He looks down at you with that same cool satisfaction, his thumb brushing a stray string of saliva from your chin. "Clean every inch with your tongue."

You nod and obey, licking him carefully with slow, deliberate strokes of your tongue until he’s completely clean.

"Good," he says, his voice satisfied. "Now come here."

He pulls you up from your knees and back onto his lap, guiding you into a deep kiss that’s slower and less aggressive than the one against the wall, yet still possessive. His tongue slips into your mouth, tasting himself on you, letting out a soft groan against your lips.

"You did well for your first time," he praises quietly as he pulls back, his thumb brushing the corner of your mouth. "A little messy, but eager. I like that. You look even better with that flushed face after sucking me off, doll."

The praise sends a warm flutter through your stomach, and before you can respond, Sunghoon moves, flipping you onto your back on the bed. He hovers over you, one hand braced beside your head while the other slides up your thigh, pushing your dress higher. "You’ve never sucked a cock before… so I’m going to ask. Are you a virgin?"

You shake your head quickly. "No, I’m not."

A flash of relief crosses his face, quickly replaced by a darker, almost predatory smile. "Good. That’s actually perfect. It means I don’t have to be gentle with you." His hand glides along your inner thigh, spreading your legs apart. "I hate holding back."

Two of his long fingers press against your entrance, finding you already soaked from everything that’s happened. He pushes your panties aside and slides them inside you in one smooth motion. His fingers are noticeably longer than Jake’s, reaching places that instantly make your breath hitch.

"Fuck, you’re so tight. You sure you’re not a virgin, doll? Because you’re squeezing me like one." He starts moving right away, no slow buildup, no endless questions about how you feel, just his fingers thrusting in a steady rhythm — faster and deeper — while his thumb rubs firm circles over your clit.

You gasp, arching your back off the bed as his long fingers reach so deep that they stroke that sensitive spot inside you with every thrust. "Sunghoon—" you moan, clutching his shoulders.

"Eyes on me." His free hand pins your wrists above your head while the other moves faster, scissoring his fingers to stretch you further. He watches every reaction on your face, adjusting the intensity until you’re writhing beneath him. "You’re already soaking my hand, doll. Come on, let me feel you come around my fingers."

He adds a third finger, pushing deeper and curling harder against that spot while his thumb presses firmer circles on your clit. The combination is overwhelming — fast, deep strokes that tighten the pleasure in your core until your thighs start trembling around his hand.

"I… oh God…" Your words dissolve into a moan as the orgasm crashes over you. Your walls clench hard around his fingers, pulsing with every wave, but Sunghoon doesn’t slow down, he keeps going until you’re shaking and gasping, hypersensitive and completely spent.

Only then does he pull his fingers out, bringing them to his lips for a quick taste while he looks down at you with dark satisfaction. "You taste so good, doll."

Without wasting another second, he shoves the rest of his pants and boxers down and climbs fully on top of you. "Arms up." You lift them without hesitation and he pulls your dress off, tossing it aside somewhere in the room. Your bra follows immediately, exposing your breasts to the cool air. In the same motion, he squeezes one firmly, his thumb brushing over your nipple until it hardens, then leans down to suck it, teeth grazing just enough to make you gasp.

"These are perfect," he murmurs against your skin before moving to the other. His free hand yanks your panties down your legs in one swift pull, leaving you completely naked beneath him. Sunghoon sits back for a moment, his eyes slowly roaming over your bare body with cool appreciation. "Perfect. You’re perfect, doll."

He positions himself between your spread thighs, one hand gripping your hip while the other guides his cock to your entrance. Only then do you realize there’s no condom. This is going to be the first time you feel someone raw. "Wait, Sunghoon…"

"I’m clean," he says dryly, reading your hesitation perfectly. "We’re good." He doesn’t say anything else, simply pushing forward and sinking the thick head of his cock into you with one precise thrust.

With no latex barrier, you feel every inch of him — hot, hard, and completely bare. The stretch is more intense than it was with Jake, deeper and fuller in a way that makes your walls flutter and clench tightly around him. A low moan escapes you as he sinks even deeper, filling you completely until his hips press flush against yours.

"Fuck, you feel so good," Sunghoon groans, closing his eyes for a brief second before locking his gaze on your face again. He doesn’t give you much time to adjust, starting to move with long, deep strokes that brush every sensitive spot inside you while he watches your every reaction, every gasp, fucking you with firm control.

You grab onto his arms, your nails digging crescent moons into his skin. "Sunghoon… it’s so deep like this." Every thrust knocks the air out of your lungs.

He kisses you hard again, swallowing your moans as his hips snap forward faster, growing more intense. The pleasure feels stronger than your first time because there’s nothing between you, but after a few minutes, Sunghoon suddenly pulls out, leaving you empty and whimpering.

"On your knees. Face down, ass up," he orders. "I need to go deeper. I want to watch this ass bounce while I fuck you stupid."

You get on all fours, feeling incredibly exposed with your ass up and back arched. The vulnerability of this new position you’ve never tried before sends a fresh wave of nerves through you. Sunghoon kneels behind you, his hands spreading your cheeks slightly as he lines himself up again.

He thrusts into you hard, burying himself to the hilt in a single stroke. The new angle lets him go incredibly deeper, the head of his cock pressing against spots you didn’t even know existed. You cry out, fingers clutching the sheets tightly. "Oh my God, it’s so much deeper like this."

Sunghoon groans in satisfaction. "That’s exactly what I wanted." His hands grip your hips firmly as he starts fucking you with more intensity. His thrusts are relentless, hips snapping forward with a force that makes your entire body shake.

One hand slides up your back and fists in your hair, pulling your head back sharply and arching you even more. "Fuck, look at you taking it so well like this."

His other hand comes down hard on your ass, a firm slap that makes the flesh jiggle and sting deliciously, drawing a loud moan from you. He spanks the other cheek, then again, alternating while he keeps pounding into you.

Without a condom, you feel every vein, every ridge, the way his cock stretches and fills you completely with every powerful thrust. "This ass looks even better when it’s moving for me," he says, landing another harder slap. Your arms tremble, barely able to hold you up as the pleasure builds hotter and tighter in your core. "You’re clenching so fucking hard. You like it rough like this, don’t you?"

"Yes," you moan, pushing your hips back to meet his thrusts. "Harder, please."

He obeys without hesitation, fucking you with punishing force that makes the bed creak beneath you and his balls slap against you with every deep stroke. "Touch yourself, rub your clit while I fuck you."

You slide a hand between your legs, circling your swollen clit. Another sharp slap lands on your ass, the sting spreading hot across your skin and making you clench hard around him. "Fuck, do that again, doll." He delivers one more firm spank, then squeezes the reddened flesh possessively. "You’re dripping all over my cock, soaking the sheets like a good girl."

His words, combined with the relentless rhythm, the sharp tugs on your hair, the stinging slaps, and the overwhelming depth of this position, push you straight over the edge. Your orgasm hits hard, your walls pulsing and contracting tightly around his bare cock as waves of pleasure crash through you. You moan loudly into the mattress, your whole body shaking.

Sunghoon doesn’t slow down at all — he keeps fucking you through your orgasm, chasing his own. "I’m gonna come," he growls. After a few more deep, powerful thrusts, he buries himself to the hilt and groans as he fills you with hot pulses of cum, spilling deep inside you for the first time. The sensation is new and overwhelming — warm, wet, and so intimately raw that it makes your mind spin.

Sunghoon collapses beside you on the bed and pulls you against his chest, lazily stroking your back. "You should come to our parties more often. Those basketball idiots don’t deserve someone like you at their parties."

────────

Not everything is about the plan. After all, you are still in college — assignments pile up and deadlines approach without caring about your personal obsessions. When the professor pairs you with Jay for the next project, you don’t think much of it, you just need to finish the work as quickly as possible so you can get back to your plan.

The second-floor library was strangely quiet that night. Most students have already left, and the few who remain are buried in their books. You and Jay sit at a secluded table in a corner, surrounded by tall bookshelves that give you a sense of privacy.

Jay sits across from you, looking effortlessly attractive in a black button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, exposing his veiny forearms. You’ve been discussing the project for nearly an hour, but the conversation slowly drifts away from the assignment and becomes more personal.

"You always seem so put-together," you say with a small smile. "Even during finals week. How do you do it?"

Jay chuckles softly, leaning back in his chair. "Coffee. A lot of coffee… You’ve been glowing lately. There’s a new confidence in class. It looks good on you."

Your cheeks flush slightly. "Thank you. I’ve been pushing myself out of my comfort zone lately."

"I noticed and it’s honestly really attractive." The compliment is light, but it’s enough to make your breath hitch. Jay’s voice drops lower as he continues. "You know, it’s easy to talk to you… and easy to look at, too."

You laugh, quickly glancing around to make sure no one is nearby. "You’re not bad yourself. Always so polite and charming... It’s kind of dangerous."

His smile widens, and then he reaches across the table, lightly brushing his fingers against yours. The touch is gentle but sends a spark through you, making the library feel even quieter now, like the rest of the world has disappeared and only the two of you remain behind the shelves.

Before you can overthink it, Jay leans forward over the table. "Come here."

You meet him halfway, and the kiss starts soft and sweet at first — a gentle brush of lips that quickly deepens as he tilts his head. Jay kisses with care and skill, one hand gently cupping your cheek while the other rests on the table for balance. It feels good, warm, and surprisingly right.

When he finally pulls back, breathing a little faster, he whispers. "No one’s around… Come sit with me."

He gently pulls you around the table and onto his lap. Your legs part over his thighs, the skirt riding up as he settles you against him and wraps one arm securely around your waist.

"Jay," a nervous laugh escapes you as you glance at the shelves surrounding you. "We’re in the library… Someone could walk by any second."

"It’s okay," his hand traces slow circles on your lower back while the other rests on your thigh. "Look around, it’s almost empty, and the shelves block most of the view." He leans in and presses a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth, then along your jaw. "We’ll be quiet. I just want to be close to you for a little while… if you’re okay with it."

Sitting on his lap like this in a public place feels incredibly bold, but Jay’s gentle confidence makes your hesitation melt away. "It’s okay," he whispers, kissing you again, slower this time. "Just relax. It’s just us right now."

You kiss him back, and it doesn’t take long for your hips to start moving almost on their own, grinding against the growing bulge in his jeans. The friction feels good even through your clothes — a slow, delicious rhythm that builds heat between your legs. Jay lets out a low hum of approval against your mouth, his hand squeezing your thigh encouragingly.

"That’s good… really good." His hips continue moving in deliberate circles, letting you feel him hardening beneath you — the thick outline pressing right against your core.

The kiss deepens as he traces your lower lip with his tongue, seeking entrance, and you open for him. "Yeah… keep doing that." One of his hands slides up to your cheek, tenderly stroking it with his thumb, while the other guides your hips, helping you find a rhythm that feels even better. "You’re driving me crazy doing this… it feels so good."

Jay pulls back just enough to meet your eyes again, his gaze is dark with desire but still incredibly gentle. "Do you want to do this here?" he asks, thumb caressing your hip. "We don’t have to… but if you’re comfortable, I need you right now."

You quickly glance around — there’s still no one nearby. "Yes." The certainty in your voice surprises even you. "I want to."

He pulls you into another kiss, deep and reassuring, before reaching between your bodies to push his pants and underwear down just enough to free himself. His cock springs out — long and incredibly thick, the head flushed red and already glistening. It’s bigger than you expected, heavy, with prominent veins.

Your eyes widen in surprise and nervousness. "Jay… you’re really big. I don’t know if I can take all of that."

He cups your face with both hands, noticing your nerves. "Hey… look at me. We don’t have to rush anything, and if it’s too much, we stop, I promise." A soft, caring expression takes over as thumbs gently stroke your cheeks. "We’ll go really slow… I’ll make sure it feels good for you."

You nod, biting your lower lip. "Okay. I trust you."

One hand stays on your waist while the other guides his thick cock, rubbing the head against your soaked panties, teasing your entrance through the fabric. "Move your panties to the side for me."

With trembling hands, you hook your fingers under the fabric and pull it aside. The cool air hits your wet folds, making you shiver. Jay helps by tugging your skirt up until it’s bunched around your waist. Only then does he position himself at your entrance — the blunt head of his cock brushing against your slick pussy. "When you’re ready."

You take a deep breath and start sinking down, the stretch is immediate and intense — almost too much. His thickness slowly pushes your walls apart as you lower yourself, inch by inch. A soft moan escapes your lips from the burning sensation and the way he fills you so completely. It’s deeper than anything you’ve felt before, his huge size presses against every sensitive spot inside you.

Jay groans, tilting his head back for a moment. "Fuck… you’re so tight. Take it slow, angel. You’re doing so well."

You pause halfway, breathing deeply to ease the burning feeling. It’s almost uncomfortable, but the raw heat of him, bare and deep, sends sparks of pleasure through the stretch. Determined, you continue lowering yourself until you’re fully seated on his lap, his cock buried to the hilt inside you, your walls fluttering as they try to adjust to his enormous length.

For a few seconds, you stay still, adjusting to the feeling of his cock pulsing deep inside you. Jay’s arms wrap around you, holding you close as his lips brush your temple. "You’re perfect, angel. Taking me so well... Tell me when you want to move."

You start experimenting, at first moving simply — rising and sinking as you’ve seen in porn videos. The motion drags him along your walls, creating delicious friction, but it feels a little awkward. It feels good for him, his groans make that clear, but it isn’t quite hitting the right spots for you.

"This is incredible," he says honestly. "But I want you to feel good too. You don’t have to just go up and down. Grind on me… roll your hips in circles, and when you bounce, use your whole body. Let me guide you, angel."

He gently guides you with his hands on your hips, and you follow, shifting from simple up and down movements to a smooth, rolling grind. The change is instant — his thick cock now rubs perfectly against your front wall, pressing hard into that sensitive spot with every circle of your hips, making a sharp moan escape you. "Yes, just like that. Feel how deep I am when you roll your hips? Now try bouncing while you do that."

You combine the movements — lifting and dropping while rolling your hips on the way down. Each bounce takes him incredibly deep, his cockhead dragging against places that make your toes curl. The stretch remains intense because he’s almost too big, creating a delicious burn.

Jay groans louder, and one hand slides up to cradle the back of your neck as he kisses you again. "Yes… fuck, you’re riding me so well. Look at you, angel." His other hand stays on your hip, guiding you to bounce harder.

The praise makes you bolder. You brace your hands on his shoulders for balance and start bouncing faster, moving up and down while grinding. Jay is so big that you can feel his cock reaching deep into your stomach, creating a profound pressure that makes your head spin.

Your newfound confidence makes him throb inside you as Jay starts thrusting up to meet you, the added force sending waves of pleasure through your core. "Deeper… like this," you moan.

Jay’s hands roam all over your body — squeezing your ass, caressing your breasts over your shirt, pulling you down for more kisses. He doesn’t take full control, letting you lead while offering guidance and praise. "That’s it… move just like that. You’re getting so wet for me. You look so beautiful riding my cock."

The pleasure builds quickly, a deep, spreading heat that consumes your entire body. You lean forward, changing the angle, and cry out when you hit an even more sensitive spot. Jay groans, holding you tighter. "Right there? Good girl. Keep going, take what you need."

You moan loudly, burying your face in his neck as the orgasm crashes through you violently. Your walls clench uncontrollably around his cock, pulsing and milking him while you keep bouncing, pushing him over the edge right after. He groans, thrusting his hips up against you as he cums deep inside, filling you with hot, thick pulses of cum.

Once you both come down, Jay lifts your chin and kisses you again, his tongue moves lazily against yours, savoring the moment. You kiss him back, feeling his cock still twitching softly inside you.

"You were incredible, angel," he whispers between kisses, smiling against your lips. "So beautiful riding me like that."

Jay’s hands run gently down your back, his gaze dropping to your chest. "Can I see more of you?"

You nod, and he doesn’t waste a single second, pulls your blouse up just enough to free your breasts. The cool air of the library makes your nipples harden instantly. "Perfect,” you sigh softly as he takes one nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it.

He sucks harder, then grazes his teeth over the sensitive bud with a careful bite that makes you moan and clench around his cock, which is still buried deep inside you. Switching to the other breast, he gives it the same attention — kissing, licking, sucking, and biting. You roll your hips slowly in his lap, savoring the way his cock twitches inside you every time he sucks harder.

"You’re so sensitive here," he murmurs against your skin, pressing open-mouthed kisses between your breasts. "I could spend hours doing this."

You let out a soft, needy sound, holding his head closer to your chest as he continues marking you with his mouth — sucking hard enough to leave hickeys that will remind you of this moment later. He’s getting hard again inside you, growing thicker and longer, pressing against your sensitive walls.

"Fuck, you’re making me hard again. The way you squeeze around me while I suck on these… you’re driving me crazy." Suddenly, Jay’s arms tighten around you and, in one swift movement, he stands up.

"Jay—!" you gasp, clutching his shoulders.

"I’ve got you," he says carefully, sitting you on the edge of the table with his cock still buried deep inside you. "I need to move for a bit. Okay, angel? Tell me if it’s too much."

Before you can respond, he starts fucking you at his own pace — deep, powerful thrusts that make your body shake on the table. The angle is perfect, making his thick cock drags along every inch of your walls with each stroke.

You try to stay quiet, but the pleasure is overwhelming, and moans far too loud for the silent library keep escaping. "Ah— Jay!"

He quickly covers your mouth with his hand while continuing to thrust firmly. "Shh, angel." His hips snap forward a little harder, testing your silence. "You have to stay quiet… someone might hear."

Even with his palm muffling your sounds, the deep thrusts still pull muffled but audible moans from you. Jay glances around nervously, unsure what to do because stopping isn’t an option, so he makes a quick decision. He pulls his cock out, reaches for your panties, which was pulled to the side this whole time, tugs the wet fabric free and then he pushes it between your lips.

"I’m sorry," he whispers immediately as he slides back inside you with a deep thrust. "I hate doing this… but I don’t want us to get caught, okay?"

You nod slightly, eyes watering from the intensity, but the gag works — your next moan comes out completely muffled. "You’re being so good for me, so wet and tight." Jay returns to your breasts, sucking on one nipple while he continues fucking you senseless.

His pace quickens, hips snapping harder against yours as he tries to keep control. The risk of getting caught and the feeling of you around him push him closer to the edge. "Cum for me. I’m close too… let go, angel."

You scream into the gag, your body shaking in his arms as you cum hard, and the sensation of your walls pulsing around him sends Jay over the edge right after. He buries himself as deep as possible and cums inside you with hot, intense pulses.

Still buried inside you, he strokes your hair and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. "You were incredible… so responsive and beautiful."

A shy smile tugs at your lips. "You were incredible too."

He runs his thumb across your flushed cheek. "I’d love to do this again someday… if you want. Maybe somewhere more private next time, so I can take my time with you."

Biting your lower lip, you nod. "I’d like that. A lot, actually."

That night, back in your dorm, you realize something: during those hours with Jay, you didn’t think about Heeseung even once because you were completely lost in the moment — in his gentle touches, his warm voice, and the way he made you feel so good.

────────

The basketball team has just won a home game. The crowd is still roaring and the players are celebrating in the middle of the court. Sitting in the stands, you spot Ni-ki — Heeseung’s close friend and teammate. He’s younger than the others but carries himself with an easy, playful confidence.

When the court finally quiets down and the players start heading toward the locker rooms, you walk calmly through the internal hallways of the building, following the path that leads to the locker room area. To avoid being seen by Heeseung, you hide behind a pillar. From there, you have a perfect view of anyone leaving the locker room, while people passing through the hallway are unlikely to notice you.

A few minutes pass before the door opens. A group of players steps out, talking loudly, and Heeseung is right in the middle of them. You press yourself tighter against the pillar, holding your breath as he walks by, laughing at some joke.

More athletes leave after that until the hallway falls completely silent. Knowing most people have already gone and the risk of seeing Heeseung has passed, you finally step out of your hiding spot and walk to a brighter, more visible part of the corridor, right near the door.

When Ni-ki comes out, his eyes land on you almost immediately. He slows his steps, tilting his head with clear interest and a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "No way. You actually waited? Most girls chase after the captain." He stops right in front of you, looking you up and down without even trying to hide it. "Damn, you look dangerous."

You feel a flutter in your stomach but smile back at him. "I thought the guy who kept stealing the ball and grinning like he owned the court deserved some attention tonight."

Ni-ki laughs, running a hand through his damp hair. "You’re bold, huh? I like that." He steps a little closer, his eyes sparkling with playful curiosity. "So what’s your deal? Are you a basketball fan or did you just come here to make my day way more interesting?"

There’s a seductive tease in his voice — arrogant but fun. He clearly likes what he sees and isn’t shy about showing it. "Because if you’re here for me, you should probably tell me your name before I start calling you ‘mine’ in front of the whole team."

If you play this right, he might casually mention you to the team later, and Heeseung would hear your name and maybe get curious. But if you mess up and come across as too eager or awkward, Ni-ki could joke about it in the locker room and ruin everything before you even get close. Still, you trust yourself. "It’s y/n."

"y/n," he repeats, like he’s savoring the sound. "Nice. It suits you. So, y/n… do you always wait outside the locker rooms after games looking this good, or did I just get lucky today?"

"Only when the player on the court is showing off like he’s trying to impress someone."

Ni-ki moves even closer. "Ah, so you were really watching me? Careful, I might get too cocky." He tilts his head, his eyes tracing your face before dropping to your lips. "Or maybe that’s exactly what you want. To make me arrogant enough to do something about the pretty girl who showed up just for me."

His gaze continues sliding down from your lips, appreciating the way your top hugs your body. Suddenly, Ni-ki glances around, checking if anyone is nearby. The hallway is empty. Without warning, he grabs your hand with a grin. "Come with me for a second."

He pulls you into the locker room, but not near the entrance. He keeps guiding you deeper inside, past a small entryway and around the corner of the main area, where he presses your body against the wall. The tension that has been building finally snaps. Cupping your face with one hand, he kisses you with raw hunger — his lips moving against yours with confidence as his tongue teases yours, deepening the kiss almost instantly.

He pulls back just enough to breathe, a cocky little smirk on his face. "Fuck… you taste even better than I imagined."

He presses you harder against the wall and slides one thigh between your legs, creating just enough pressure to make you gasp into his mouth. "You’re so fucking addictive." His hands slip under your top, warm palms gliding over your skin and sending shivers through you.

Suddenly, Ni-ki drops to his knees in front of you, looking up with an even more mischievous smile. "I’ve been thinking about this since I saw you waiting outside." His hands move quickly, unbuttoning your jeans and tugging them down along with your panties. He lifts one of your legs, hooking it over his shoulder, opening you up to him.

Ni-ki presses his mouth against your pussy like he’s starving for it — voracious and rough. His tongue licks long, wet stripes from your entrance up to your clit before swirling around the sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Oh my God — Ni-ki…" you moan, one hand flying to his messy hair.

He moans against you, the vibration shooting pleasure straight up your spine. "You taste so good." His tongue dives inside you, licking and savoring every inch like he can’t get enough. Messy and eager, his lips suck on your folds before focusing back on your clit with small, hungry sucks and licks.

He eats you out like he wants to memorize every taste, every reaction — switching between long, slow licks that make your toes curl and faster movements that force you to bite your lip to stay quiet.

"Ni-ki… that feels so good." He looks up at you while his mouth works, eyes gleaming with satisfaction and desire, clearly loving the way you’re falling apart for him.

Ni-ki murmurs in response and doubles his efforts, sucking your clit into his mouth while his tongue moves fast. "Ni-ki… fuck, right there," you gasp, fingers tightening almost painfully in his hair as your hips start grinding against his face.

He slides two fingers inside you while his tongue keeps working your clit, curling them instantly against that perfect spot.

Your breathing turns ragged, your thighs trembling uncontrollably around his head. "I… I’m gonna—" you try to warn him, voice breaking, but he doesn’t pull away. Instead, he sucks harder on your clit and pumps his fingers faster.

Your whole body locks up for a second before a violent tremor runs through you. Your pussy clenches hard around his fingers as your clit pulses wildly against his tongue.

Ni-ki groans proudly against you, licking you through every wave, addicted to the way you fall apart. He keeps going until you’re whimpering, oversensitive and shaking. Only then does he finally pull back, lips glossy and swollen. "Shit, you come so beautifully."

He rises to his feet with a satisfied smirk and pulls you into another kiss so you can taste yourself on his tongue, his hands grip your waist, pressing your body against his. "You’re so sweet. I could eat you every day, all day long."

You open your mouth to respond, but the metallic click of the main door handle cuts through the air.

You both freeze and footsteps echo on the tiled floor, accompanied by a familiar voice humming something.

It’s Jungwon — another teammate, the point guard.

"Shit." Ni-ki quickly grabs your hand and pulls you toward the shower area with its open stalls and curtains. Yanking one curtain aside, he guides you inside, and presses your back against the cold tiled wall.

The footsteps grow louder, closer. "Hey, is anyone still in here?" Jungwon’s voice sounds casual, like he heard something and decided to check.

Ni-ki presses a finger to your lips, leaning in so close that his warm breath brushes your ear. "Don’t make a sound," he whispers, almost inaudible.

Your heart pounds hard against your ribs, but Ni-ki doesn’t seem bothered at all. In fact, the risk seems to excite him even more. Jungwon’s footsteps get closer, and right at that exact moment, Ni-ki pushes two fingers inside you without any warning. Your eyes widen and a sharp gasp almost escapes before you bite down hard on your lip.

He curls his fingers instantly, stroking that sensitive spot deep inside you with ease, a small mischievous smirk on his face as he watches your reaction. He pumps them slowly at first, then faster, while his thumb presses firmly against your swollen clit.

Trembling violently, you bury your face in his neck, desperately trying to muffle the moans threatening to spill out. "Shhh," Ni-ki whispers right against your ear, but his fingers don’t stop — deep, curling thrusts that make your knees buckle. "You’re squeezing me so tight. Does almost getting caught turn you on?"

You nod frantically and bite down on his shoulder through his shirt to stay quiet as Jungwon moves just a few meters away. Ni-ki’s thumb presses harder on your clit while his fingers thrust faster, making your thighs shake and your walls flutter uncontrollably around him as you fight to stay silent. Tears gather in the corners of your eyes from the effort.

Jungwon’s voice echoes again, closer this time. "I heard noises coming from here. Who the hell is in here?"

Noticing Jungwon getting closer, Ni-ki curls his fingers harder, rubbing your sweet spot relentlessly while his thumb works your clit in fast, precise circles. You dig your nails into his back, letting out a silent scream against his neck as pleasure peaks. Your pussy clenches violently around his fingers, dripping as waves of spasms run through you.

Finally, Jungwon’s footsteps retreat. The door opens and closes again. The second it does, Ni-ki pulls his fingers out and kisses you hard, swallowing the broken moan that finally escapes you.

Without breaking the kiss, he tugs down his basketball shorts and boxers in one quick motion, freeing his hard, thick, flushed cock. It’s already leaking at the tip from how turned on he is after eating you out and fingering you.

You reach for him without thinking — and without really knowing what you’re doing — wrapping your hand around his length and stroking slowly at first. You feel the heat and the way he pulses hot against your palm as your thumb brushes over the head, spreading the precum. "You’re so hard… I can feel how much you want this."

"Yeah? Then let me have you." He quickly helps you pull your jeans and panties all the way down your legs, kicking them aside before pressing you against the cold tiled wall of the shower stall. One hand grips your thigh as he lines himself up and with one smooth thrust, he pushes inside, burying his cock deep into your still-sensitive pussy. The stretch makes you gasp at the sudden, overwhelming fullness after everything that’s already happened.

He fucks you against the wall with firm, deep thrusts, his hips snapping forward while he holds you in place. "Fuck, you feel so good. So fucking good," he groans, burying his face in your neck as he drives into you harder, each movement pressing you against the tiles. "So wet and tight."

"Ni-ki… you’re so deep," your voice trembles with pleasure as he hits that perfect spot inside you with every thrust. "Don’t stop… it feels so good."

He keeps going like that for a while, fucking you firmly against the wall with his hands gripping your ass. But soon the position isn’t enough for him, with a low grunt, he suddenly lifts you as if you weigh nothing, your legs wrapping tightly around his waist. The new angle lets him sink even deeper, and you let out a muffled cry as he starts bouncing you on his cock, thrusting up with hungry movements that make your breasts bounce inside your top.

"Yes, like that… it feels so good," you moan while he fucks you in the air, your back pressed against the wall for leverage as he holds you like you’re weightless. The sensation is intense, every thrust hits so deep it makes your head spin and your toes curl.

"Open your mouth." He brings two fingers to your lips. "Suck them for me. I want to feel that pretty mouth while I fuck you."

You part your lips obediently and take his fingers into your mouth, sucking them eagerly while he keeps thrusting into you. His cock twitches at the feeling of your warm mouth around his fingers, the taste of you still lingers on them from earlier, making you moan around them.

"That’s it," he says, eyes locked on your face as he watches you suck his fingers while bouncing you on his cock. "You look so fucking hot like this. Keep sucking just like that."

You do exactly that, swirling your tongue and sucking harder as he drives deep inside you, clearly losing himself in how good it feels.

You pull off his fingers with a wet pop and gasp, "Ni-ki… I’m so close again. I’m gonna come."

With a mischievous smirk, he pushes his fingers back into your mouth, moving them in time with his cock as he fucks you harder against the wall. "Then come for me again. I want to feel you squeezing my cock while you suck my fingers."

The dirty words combined with his relentless pace finally push you over the edge. You moan loudly around his fingers as your legs tighten around his waist. Wave after wave of intense pleasure crashes through you, making your entire body shake in his arms.

Ni-ki groans at the feeling of you coming and his thrusts turn erratic. He buries himself as deep as possible and comes hard inside you, pulsing with hot spurts while holding you firmly against the wall.

After a moment, he finally lowers you gently until your feet touch the floor again, but he doesn’t pull out immediately, he stays nestled inside your heat, kissing you slowly and almost lazily, like he isn’t ready to end the moment yet. "Fuck… that was incredible. And honestly? That was the best post-game sex I’ve ever had. No joke. I’m gonna be thinking about this pussy for days."

You let out a soft giggle, cheeks burning. "Really? I don’t think I’ll be able to walk properly after this."

Surprisingly gentle, he laughs and presses a kiss to your cheek before finally pulling out slowly. Both of you hiss at the loss. "That’s actually great. Means you’ll be thinking about me too. When can we do this again? After the next game, or maybe after every practice?"

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​The basketball team had crushed their biggest rival that night, and the victory party at the massive off-campus house is going to be loud, chaotic, and packed with people. This is the moment you’ve been carefully preparing for with every practice session and every new experience. Tonight is the night.

You choose a bold black dress that clings to your body like a second skin, short enough to show off your legs and thighs, with a neckline that reveals just enough to be daring. Your hair is styled exactly the way you like it, and your makeup is flawless, enhancing your features in a way that makes you feel powerful. When you look in the mirror, you look like someone who belongs in Heeseung’s world.

When you arrive at the party, the music is already pulsing through the walls, bodies are moving everywhere, and the air smells like alcohol and sweat. Your eyes scan the room until they find him.

Heeseung is sitting on the large couch in the main room like he owns the place — which he basically does. Two girls are practically draped over him. One is half in his lap, her hand resting possessively on his chest, while he has one arm casually around the other girl, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on her shoulder as he talks to his teammates.

Spotting Ni-ki nearby, chatting with some of the other players, you walk toward him with confident steps because you aren’t going straight to Heeseung. No — you’re going to make him come to you. Ni-ki’s eyes light up with immediate recognition and interest.

"I can’t believe you’re here," he says with a grin as he pulls you into a side hug that lasts a second longer than necessary. "You look dangerous tonight. Come here, I want you to meet some of the guys."

You laugh softly and stay close to him, letting him introduce you to some of his teammates, including Jungwon. Your cheeks heat up as you remember that moment in the locker room, and when you glance to the side, Heeseung is watching — the girls are still around him, but his eyes are locked on you, following every move you make.

Ni-ki leans in and whispers in your ear, "You know, I still can’t stop thinking about that day in the locker room. Jungwon almost catching us… My fingers buried so deep inside you while you tried so hard not to moan. I’ve been replaying that shit all week."

Your face flushes instantly and the memory makes your thighs press together in a rush of heat. "Ni-ki…" you whisper back, half embarrassed and half turned on, "you can’t just say that here."

You’re too focused on Ni-ki to notice Heeseung pushing the girl off his lap, standing up, and walking over with his usual confidence. He stops right in front of you, his gaze shifting between you and Ni-ki, who is still grinning widely.

"What’s so funny over here?" Heeseung asks, a hint of curiosity in his voice. "You two look like you’re sharing secrets."

You freeze for a second before answering quickly, a little too fast. "Nothing."

"Nothing? Come on. Nothing stays hidden from the captain, especially when my teammate is standing here grinning like an idiot and you’re looking all flustered." He steps closer, his full attention now on you. "Gonna tell me what got you so worked up, pretty?"

Ni-ki’s playful smile fades, replaced by something closer to jealousy as he watches the captain focus entirely on you. "We're just messing around. It's fun talking to y/n, that's all."

Heeseung looks you up and down slowly, taking in the way the dress hugs every curve of your body. "Want a drink? I can’t have you standing here empty-handed."

"Yeah… I’d like that."

Ni-ki’s jaw tightens as he glances between the two of you, clearly not happy about being sidelined, but he knows better than to push it with Heeseung. "Catch you later, y/n," he says, giving you one last look filled with a mix of jealousy and desire before disappearing into the crowd.

Now it’s just you and Heeseung.

He guides you toward the kitchen, his hand lightly brushing your lower back. “So… y/n,” he says, savoring your name like he’s testing how it feels on his tongue. "You show up at my party looking like sin, talking to my boy while wearing this little dress that makes everyone wonder what you’re hiding underneath." A mischievous smile curves his lips as his eyes flick to your mouth for a moment. "You gonna let me find out, or are you just here to tease?"

You feel yourself getting wet just from the way he’s looking at you — that hungry stare and confident tone making your panties stick to you. "Talking about what I’m hiding under this dress already? We just got to the kitchen… but yeah, I might let you discover it." Your voice comes out bold because you refuse to sound nervous now, after waiting so long for this moment.

Deep down, all you can think about is how badly you want him to stop talking and just fuck you senseless.

Heeseung’s smile deepens, a flash of satisfaction crossing his face. He glances around to make sure no one is paying too much attention, then leans in even closer, his lips brushing your ear as he speaks. "There’s an empty room upstairs. Third door on the left, go up in a few minutes. I’ll follow right after so no one notices."

He pulls back, sliding his hand slowly along your waist before disappearing into the crowd. You wait a few minutes, taking a sip of your drink to calm your nerves, but it barely helps — the ache between your legs only grows with every passing second. After exactly five minutes, you head up the stairs and find the third door already slightly ajar. You step inside with shaky, anticipatory breaths.

Moments later, Heeseung appears. He closes the door firmly behind him and locks it.

The second the lock clicks, he’s on you.

There’s nothing gentle about the way his mouth crashes against yours in a hungry, intense kiss. He bites your lower lip, tugging it between his teeth before sucking it into his mouth, then does it again harder just to hear you whimper.

His hands slide down to grip your ass firmly under the dress, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pulls you flush against him, letting you feel the hard outline of his cock through his pants.

"Fuck, this ass feels even better than it looks in that dress," he growls against your mouth, squeezing harder and spreading your cheeks. The kiss deepens, his tongue dominating yours while he continues kneading and groping your ass like he can’t get enough.

Heeseung’s mischievous smirk returns when he hears you moan into the kiss. He doesn’t break it as he walks you backward toward the bed. When the back of your knees hit the mattress, he pushes you down and climbs on top of you.

A string of saliva connects his lips to yours when he pulls back to strip your dress off in one quick motion, leaving you in just your bra and panties, his eyes darkening with lust as he takes in every inch of your body.

"Look at you… such a pretty little slut, all dressed up for who? For me?" His hands make quick work of unclasping your bra and tossing it aside before he drags your panties down your legs and throws them away too, leaving you completely naked and exposed for him.

With a firm hand, Heeseung spreads your legs wide, getting a perfect view of your glistening, dripping pussy. "Already so wet for me, but it’s not enough." Suddenly he leans down and spits directly on your pussy, the warm string of saliva hitting your clit and dripping down your folds. The sight makes his rock-hard cock twitch inside his pants so he does it again, spitting a second time, then spreads it with two fingers, rubbing the wetness all over. "Gonna get this pussy nice and sloppy for me."

You moan loudly at the filthy feeling of his saliva sliding through your folds — hips jerk while your pussy clenches around nothing.

Heeseung drags his tongue slowly up your pussy, licking from your entrance to your clit in one long, deliberate stroke that makes you gasp. When you do, he laughs against you — the vibration sending shivers through your entire body.

"You taste so fucking good," he says before diving back in. He eats you out messily, his tongue swirling around your clit before dipping down to push inside you, savoring every drop of your arousal mixed with his spit.

Your hands fly to his hair, gripping it tightly as the overwhelming sensation hits you. "Heeseung, that feels incredible…"

He keeps going, licking deeper inside you while his nose brushes against your clit, but suddenly he pulls back, looking up at you with a devilish smirk. Without warning, he brings his hand down in a sharp, wet slap against your soaked pussy, the sting mixed with pleasure makes you cry out loudly. "Holy fuck, Heeseung."

"You like that too?" He slaps your pussy again, harder this time, hitting your folds and swollen clit. "Such a dirty girl, getting even wetter when I slap this pretty pussy."

"Yes— God, yes," you moan, thighs trembling. "It burns, but it feels so good at the same time."

That encourages him to give you another slap and right after, he buries his face between your legs again, sucking hard on your clit while two thick fingers push inside you. He fingers you mercilessly, curling them to hit that sweet spot over and over as his tongue works your clit. "Fuck, you’re so tight. Taking my fingers like a good little slut for me."

He spits on your clit again, spreading the saliva with his tongue before adding a third finger, stretching you deliciously while pumping them faster and harder. All you can do is moan, your thighs shaking violently around his head. "Heeseung, I’m getting close… please don’t stop."

He obeys, alternating between long licks, hard sucks on your clit, deep thrusts of his fingers, and firm slaps that make your pussy burn and throb. "I’m gonna come," you moan, arching your back off the bed.

"Then come for me." Your entire body tenses, your walls clenching hard around his fingers as spasms rip through you. You come hard with a loud cry, thighs trembling violently around his head. But Heeseung doesn’t stop, he keeps licking and fingering you through every pulse, drawing out your pleasure until you’re oversensitive and whimpering.

When he finally pulls back with glossy lips and chin, he kisses you again so you can taste yourself on his tongue. "Get on your knees for me," he commands against your lips. "I want that pretty mouth around my cock."

It’s time to put into practice what Sunghoon taught you about sucking dick.

With a confident little smile, you gently push him so he lies on his back. Once he does, you position yourself between his legs and reach for his belt, slowly unbuckling it. He lifts his hips to help as you pull his pants and boxers down, freeing his cock. It springs up thick, hard, and leaking precum, making your mouth water at the sight.

You wrap one hand around the base of his cock, lean in, and press a soft kiss to the tip before dragging your tongue slowly along the underside, drawing a shaky breath from Heeseung. "That’s it… suck me like a good girl."

Feeling confident, you take him into your mouth and slowly suck on the head, swirling your tongue around it while savoring the precum there. Then you take him deeper, bobbing your head as your hand strokes what doesn’t fit, your movements growing smoother as you find the right rhythm. "Fuck… your mouth feels so good."

His praise encourages you to take him even deeper until the head brushes the back of your throat, making you gag. A wet choking sound escapes as your eyes water, but you don’t pull away. Instead, you stay there for a moment, breathing through your nose the way Sunghoon taught you, before sliding back up and sinking down again.

Heeseung grabs your hair and tightens his grip as a needy groan escapes his throat. "Shit, that’s… ahh—"

You keep going, moving your head faster and sucking harder while your hand twists around the base, making his thighs tense and another desperate moan slip out.

It’s hard to believe that Heeseung, the guy everyone on campus talks about, the one with a reputation for being experienced and dominant, is moaning and whimpering under your mouth. It’s unexpected, but not in a bad way, especially because your pussy clenches around nothing every time he makes those sounds.

You pull back a little, sucking on the head while stroking him faster with your hand, which draws another broken moan from him. "Yes— fuck, yes, baby."

Wanting to pull even more reactions from him, you take him deep into your mouth again, gagging softly around his length as your head moves faster. Saliva drips down his entire shaft and onto your hand, making everything slick and messy.

Heeseung’s moans grow louder, breathier, and more frequent. "Fuck, I… I’m gonna come. Please don’t stop… I’m so close, baby."

You moan around him and suck harder until his thighs start to tremble. "Fuck… fuck—!" His voice cracks as the orgasm finally hits him.

His cock pulses hot and hard on your tongue, releasing thick jets of cum into your mouth. You try to swallow as much as you can, continuing to suck him through every last spasm and moan.

When you finally pull off his cock with a wet pop, Heeseung moves fast. He flips you onto your back and hovers over you — the whimpering guy from moments ago is gone. Now his eyes are filled with raw hunger.

"I’m not done with you yet." With a firm hand, he spreads your thighs, exposing your dripping pussy, begging to be fucked. "Now I’m going to fuck you properly."

You blink at him, confused and surprised by the sudden shift because seconds ago he was moaning and almost begging under your mouth, and now he’s trying to act like the dominant guy everyone talks about.

He lines up the head of his cock at your entrance, rubbing it up and down your wet folds, coating himself with your arousal. Without warning, he thrusts into you hard in one brutal stroke, stretching you around his thick length.

The sudden fullness makes you cry out loudly, your back arching off the bed. "Oh my God — Heeseung!" The stretch feels so good, especially while you’re still sensitive from coming earlier.

He fucks you hard and deep from the very first thrust, his hips slamming against yours with relentless strokes that make the bed creak beneath you. "Fuck, this pussy is so wet and greedy," he groans, leaning down to capture your lips in a messy kiss while one of his hands wraps around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your breath hitch. He holds it for a few seconds before loosening his grip, letting you gasp for air. "Look at you, sucking my cock like a good little slut. You love being used like this, don’t you?"

"Yes, fuck, yes," you moan, your voice breaking under the pressure of his hand. "You’re so deep inside me. It feels so good, Heeseung."

He chokes you again, a little harder this time, and the mix of pleasure and lack of air makes your head spin deliciously.

Heeseung pushes your legs back toward your chest, folding you in half so he can fuck you even deeper. The new angle makes his cock hit that perfect spot inside you with every thrust, causing your eyes to roll back.

When he finally releases your throat, you gasp desperately for air, moaning loudly as he keeps hitting that sweet spot over and over. "Please… harder. I can take it."

Heeseung lets out a needy groan at your words, his hips stuttering for half a second before he gives you exactly what you asked for. He fucks you harder, rougher, driving his cock into you with punishing depth. The sound of skin slapping against skin grows louder and wetter as he pounds into you, pressing your body into the mattress.

Just as your next orgasm starts to build, he suddenly slows down, keeping his cock buried deep inside you but barely moving. "Not yet. You don’t get to come until I say so, slut."

You whine desperately, trying to lift your hips for more friction. "Please, Heeseung… I need to come. I’m so close already. Don’t stop— I’ve been so good."

He smirks wickedly, shaking his head as he starts thrusting with slow, teasing rolls of his hips. "Beg better than that, baby. I want to hear how badly you need it."

You’re a complete mess underneath him, tears of frustration and pleasure gathering in your eyes. "Please… I’ll be so good for you. Just let me come on your cock, please. I need it so bad— I can’t take this teasing anymore."

Heeseung groans, but the sound turns into a needy moan as your walls clench around him. He starts fucking you harder again, his hand returning to your throat. But he isn’t done teasing you yet, so he edges you two more times — bringing you right to the brink with deep, brutal thrusts only to slow down and leave you whimpering and empty.

On the third time, you’re crying and babbling nonstop. "Heeseung… please, I can’t take it anymore. It hurts so good… I need to come. I’ll do anything you want. Just let me come on your cock."

"Fuck… you look so pretty when you beg," he groans, his voice rough with his own need to come. He thrusts into you with brutal force, tightening his hand around your throat again while his hips move relentlessly. "Come then. Come all over my cock like the desperate slut you are. Let me feel you."

Your entire body seizes underneath him. Your walls clamp down hard around his thick cock, your thighs shaking uncontrollably as you soak his cock and the sheets beneath you, screaming his name.

Heeseung fucks you through your orgasm, groaning as your pussy milks him. "Fuck, that’s it. Good girl… you’re squeezing me so tight." A few more brutal, deep thrusts and he buries himself as deep as possible, coming hard inside you with thick, hot pulses.

Lying under him with your heart racing and breath coming in short, heavy bursts, his cock still buried deep inside you, your mind keeps returning to the sounds he made minutes ago — those desperate, broken moans and whimpers when you had him in your mouth.

Something about hearing him lose control like that makes heat pool low in your belly. After a few seconds of hesitation, you gather your courage, place a hand on his chest, and push him gently but firmly. "My turn to break you now. I want to hear you moaning under me." You say as you swing your leg over his waist, straddling him.

Heeseung’s breath hitches as his cock, already hardening again beneath you, shows just how much he likes the shift in power. "Baby… fuck," he gasps, his hands reaching for your hips.

"Don’t touch unless I say so." You slap his hands away, then wrap your fingers around his thick cock, stroking him slowly and teasingly while rubbing the head up and down your cum-soaked pussy. "Look at you. The captain of the basketball team. Everyone on campus thinks you’re this untouchable stud who ruins girls and never gets ruined."

You sink down onto him in one slow motion, taking every inch until your ass meets his thighs — the stretch making both of you moan. You stay completely still, clenching around him just to watch him squirm, a mischievous smile spreading across your face. Then you start moving your hips slowly, rubbing your clit against his pelvis. "Ahh— fuck… please don’t tease me."

You begin riding his cock properly, using everything you learned — deep movements, tight squeezes, and powerful bounces that make your ass slap against his thighs and your clit grind deliciously against his pelvis.

"Fuck, baby," he hisses, his hands flying to your hips, but you grab his wrists and push them away. You lean down so your breasts brush against his chest and his cock hits even deeper. "Don’t touch. Just take this pussy like a good boy. Got it, captain?"

Heeseung’s cock twitches hard inside you at your words, and a low, surprised moan escapes his throat. "Shit… yes," he groans, clearly turned on by the way you dominate him. "Use me, baby. Fuck me."

So this was the real Heeseung? A whimpering mess when someone takes control. All that arrogance on the court, all those girls throwing themselves at him, and here he is — moaning and shaking underneath you like he can’t handle how good your pussy feels around him.

You watch every reaction closely, mesmerized by the way his lips part, his breath coming in short, needy gasps every time you bounce and grind on him, and the broken moans slipping from his throat when you clench hard around his cock.

'God, he really is a whimperer,' you think, amazed by the sight as you bite your lip and ride him harder. "All that reputation and you’re crying because a girl is riding you. That’s kind of pathetic… but so fucking hot."

Heeseung lets out another broken moan, his hands desperately gripping the sheets since you won’t let him touch you. "Fuck— you’re killing me. Your pussy feels too good, I can’t… ah— slow down a little, please."

You laugh softly and keep riding him mercilessly, clenching around his cock rhythmically, rolling your hips in tight, dirty circles while bouncing faster and faster, making sure he feels every movement. "You’re going to take this like a good boy, captain."

Heeseung moans louder, letting his head fall back against the pillow as his body trembles beneath you. "Shit, you’re so mean. Please don’t stop. Your pussy is squeezing me so tight— fuck, I’m losing my mind."

You lean back, bracing your hands on his thighs so he has the perfect view of his cock disappearing into your dripping pussy. "Look how deep you are," you moan, rolling your ass on him in small, obscene movements. "You like watching me use your cock like this, don’t you? Such a big, strong captain… and now you’re moaning under me."

The pleasure and the delicious sight of the untouchable Heeseung moaning and whimpering push you toward your own orgasm. "I’m gonna come," you gasp, leaning down to kiss him messily while still bouncing on his cock. "And you’re going to come with me, crybaby."

Heeseung moans loudly, the nickname making his cock twitch hard inside you. "Fuck… I’m coming!" His hips buck up to meet your bounces as thick jets of cum spill deep inside you once again.

You follow right behind him, your orgasm crashing over you as you keep riding him through both of your peaks, milking every last drop from his cock.

"Don’t tell anyone about this," he begs breathlessly, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "That I’m… like this. Please. This is our secret, okay? Just between us."

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Jake’s hands grip your hips tightly, you clench around his cock and roll your hips in those filthy, perfected movements. His broken moans fill the room as you bounce faster, grinding harder against him. Suddenly, your phone starts ringing on the nightstand, Ni-ki’s name lighting up the screen.

You slow your movements, reaching over to answer the call while still sitting on Jake’s cock. "Hey," you sigh, slightly breathless.

Jake groans, his hips twitching desperately. "Babe… please don’t stop," his voice is full of need. "I was so close… keep going, please."

You cover his mouth with your hand to silence him to continue the call. Ni-ki sounds frustrated on the other end. "You free right now? We lost tonight and I’m pissed. Come to my dorm… I need that pretty pussy to help me forget this shit game."

"I can come over soon," you say, trying to keep your voice steady while rolling your hips on Jake. "Give me a bit."

"Good. Don’t take too long. I really need to fuck you," Ni-ki says before hanging up.

You drop the phone and start riding Jake again. "Sorry about that. Now be a good boy and come for me.

Later that night, you’re on all fours in Ni-ki’s dorm as he fucks you hard from behind. His hips slam against your ass with deep, aggressive thrusts.

In the middle of a particularly rough stroke, he suddenly asks, "I saw you leaving the hockey rink the other day. What the hell were you doing there?"

You moan and push back to meet his thrusts. "None of your business."

Ni-ki’s hand comes down hard on your ass with a loud smack. The sharp sting makes you clench around his cock and moan louder. He slaps you again, even harder. "Wrong answer."

"Again," you moan, arching your back. "I like it."

Ni-ki laughs darkly and keeps spanking you repeatedly while fucking you harder, his palm leaving red marks on your ass as he pounds into you until both of you come hard.

The next afternoon, you’re on your knees in Jay’s dorm with his huge cock stretching your mouth as you suck him. Jay has one hand gently stroking your hair, looking down at you with proud eyes.

"You’re doing so well. Taking me so deep like this… you look so beautiful with my cock in your mouth, angel."

You relax your throat, taking him as deep as you can, sucking harder, using every technique you’ve learned. Jay groans, his fingers sliding gently through your hair.

"Fuck… you’re incredible. Such a good girl for me. Keep going, you’re making me feel so good."

He keeps praising you the whole time, soft and sincere, until he finally comes down your throat with a soft, shaky groan, lovingly stroking your cheek as you swallow everything.

When you leave Jay’s room, still a little flushed and disheveled, you run straight into Sunghoon in the hallway. He looks at you, then at Jay’s door behind you, and his expression darkens instantly.

"What the fuck were you doing in there?"

You don’t answer, trying to walk past him, but he doesn’t let you. Sunghoon grabs your wrist and pulls you into his own dorm, slamming the door behind you. He fucks you hard and jealous, bending you over the desk, taking you from behind with brutal, possessive thrusts.

"You’ve been fucking everyone lately, haven’t you?" he growls, driving deep and angry. "Greedy little slut."

You moan loudly, loving the jealous tone in his voice.

During the rough thrusts, your phone starts vibrating on the desk — it’s Heeseung sending message after message.

Heeseung:

I can’t stop thinking about that night with you.

Come over.

Baby, answer me.

I know you’re getting these.

Don’t play games with me.

Stop fucking ignoring me.

Sunghoon notices the constant buzzing, picks up the phone, uses your face to unlock it, and opens the chat. With a dark, possessive smile, he takes a photo of your flushed, teary-eyed, moaning face while he fucks you hard from behind and sends it to Heeseung with the caption: "She’s busy."

He tosses the phone aside and fucks you even harder after that.

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You finally understand why Heeseung never wants to be tied to just one person. Having options is liberating. Jake, Sunghoon, Jay, Ni-ki, and Heeseung — each one offers something different: different rhythms, different kinds of pleasure, different versions of yourself. You don’t have to choose just one because you can have them all. Now you understand Heeseung’s lifestyle — it’s freeing.

And you realize you want that freedom too.

Thank you for reading! and a special thanks to everyone who asked to be tagged <3

You weren't the type of girl he hung around.

Being the president of Gamma Kappa Phi Zeta, Heeseung had met all types of girls at parties over the years—you were not one of them.

You weren't a sorority girl like your friends, you weren't rich, you never put too much thought in your clothes, you just wore whatever was clean. You were never invited to the big frat events.

And something told you, you didn't want to be.

They got seriously dangerous sometimes, like people have ended up in the hospital over these parties. Fireworks to the face, people falling off the roof into the parking lot, and a waterboarding that could have easily been avoided.

It was dumb kid stuff, you told yourself.

You didn't need to be included, you were focused on your studies, that's what you told your parents and yourself when you looked out the window with a yearning to be among people your age.

You and Heeseung weren't even supposed to meet, it was just dumb luck.

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"Dumb? No, it was stupid!" Yunjin's voice rings through your room like an alarm. Right now, she's stomping around your room like your mother, picking up all the clothes you couldn't be bothered to pick up.

She always came over at the same time everyday, checking on you to make sure you're still breathing, as if you were some charity case.

You were recounting your day to her when she noticed the clutter. And she rarely could help herself. You didn't feel like doing it and if that's what she wanted to do, that was her problem.

The reason she was calling you stupid? The same one she always got this dramatic over; Mr. Calderon.

Since freshman year, people have been telling you to take his creative writing class if you wanted to get criticism without the gloves.

You wanted to be better so you signed up.

But everyone forgot to mention two things to you; one, he was the meanest motherfucker in the world and two, if you failed his class, it brought your GPA down exponentially.

Two foods that suck together.

It seemed like in the beginning that people had no idea what they were talking about since his first assignments were pretty chill but the further you got in the year, the more he started to shut down your ou there creativity.

Nothing you did was correct.

You didn't use the right formula, there was too many long sentences, your idea didn't make sense to him.

At some point, it felt like he just wanted you to transfer out of his class, he kept trying to scare you off but you kept coming back for your punishment because you didn't know how to quit.

But neither did he.

And that's where today comes in.

Today was a shitshow, your breaking point.

You told him exactly what you thought about his teaching; that it was archaic and stupid and needed fixing. He said tough titties, you joined my class so you had to deal with it.

You called him an evil little fuck who only liked to tear women down and he probably was sad and alone and that's why he acted this way.

He didn't like that.

He wanted to give you a detention but then he realized this was college and he couldn't do that.

So he gave you the next best thing.

Sanctioned tutoring.

You brought this upon yourself, you knew that.

Yunjin was just reminding you.

"Mr. Calderon has too much patience with you. You're lucky all you got was stuck with Riki. You could have gotten booted from the class. This is like your last straw." She scoffs, almost mirroring his pain.

As if your punishment needed to be any worse than it already was, you didn't just have to tutor some dumb boy, it was a dumb frat boy who apparently has a body count so high, he should be a walking STD.

And of course, Yunjin was on your oppressor's side. She had a crush on him for as long as you've been under his rule (in his class).

"You should be nicer to that man. He is too fine to be getting wrinkles this early." She wiggled her eyebrows at you. 

You don't even realize the grimace on your face.

"Are you seriously still on this? I thought we were past it."

She plopped down onto your bed, exhausted from the job she assigned herself. You had to give it to her, it had only been a few minutes and your room actually looked neat for once.

"Never."

Silence falls between you. You let it, you both needed it after the days you had. Her more than you since your pain was self-inflicted.

She breaks it first, her loud groan echoing off your walls from it being extremely empty. "So when are you going over?"

You return to the obligatory conversation you and Riki had earlier.

You had to do most of the talking since he decided now was the time he wanted to be silent out of spite. You asked him what time he'd be free, the only answer you got was a groan.

"Look, Icky, I don't want to do this any more than you do. But I'm coming by. You can give me a time or I can just show up whenever I want. Your choice." 

He rolled his eyes but reluctantly, he told you to come by at 7.

You checked your phone before turning to your friend who was making herself too comfortable in your bed right now. You kicked her. 

She pushed you back and that cued you both to get out of the bed.

You were going the same way, so why not walk together? It also didn't help that Yunjin was on the search for Jake. The reason? She wouldn't say, she just looked very suspicious, stalking like she was looking for prey.

As president, Heeseung's days aren't anything less than exciting. From the moment he woke up, he was already putting out fires left and right.

He opened his eyes to Jake standing at the edge of his bed, looking like he was about to say he threw up. He immediately closed them back.

"What happened now?" His voice hoarse but he never lets that stop him from talking this early.

"I don't know how to tell you this but Sunghoon broke the sink downstairs." 

"No, I didn't!" Sunghoon fought back through the wall.

"And I need your help," Jake continues, not paying any mind to things happening outside of the room. "Yunjin's kind of been stalking me a little bit and I need protection."

Now he was up, his eyes broke open fully, his blanket was tossed to the side and he was sitting up, looking at his brother completely now.

"What did you do to her?"

"I didn't do anything!" He tried to plead his case.

But it was rather hard when he lived in a house full of tattletales who loved picking on him. 

Luckily Beomgyu was walking by when he heard it.

"He's a liar. She told me some of her clothes are missing. Including some of her underwear." He eyed Jake. Heeseung didn't even get a moment to ask more before Beomgyu was getting shoved down the hall.

"He doesn't know what he's talking about." Their heads shook in tandem.

It was only 9 AM and Heeseung already wanted to pull his hair out.

He dragged his hands along his face. He stands up, stretching his limbs until he heard a pop, a pop that he felt the need to get rid of everyday because of these boys running him ragged.

"Jake, I swear to God. If you are keeping Yunjin's clothes from her, that is your problem, not mine. That is between you and her."

He rushes Jake out of the room, not even entertaining his pleas for help with a mess he made himself. Heeseung was very big on letting his brothers fix their own personal problems.

Especially the stupid ones.

"I hope she tears your ass open."

Shutting the door doesn't stop the loud noises from breaking through but at least he knows he taught everyone else how to knock.

Ask before you come in!

The last time they ever did it, they caught Soobin playing Just Dance in his underwear and no one's been able to look him in the eye since.

He went through his morning routine no problem.

He goes to the bathroom, uninterrupted. Thank the Gamma gods for the presidential quarters.

He puts on his darkest clothes because he can just tell, by the end of the day, someone is going to spill something on him. It's just being prepared.

Once he finally gets his hair to look just the right amount of messy, he gathers himself, bracing for the state this so-called 'broken sink' was in.

He'd hate to spend the rest of his day on the phone with housing management. Again.

Mercifully, it wasn't too bad once he got downstairs. He tried not to pay too much mind to all the gross things the members were doing this early in the morning.

If he stopped and said something to everyone, he'd never see the end of it.

Make that a problem for a different day.

The sink just had a simple clog in it, he could get it out in no time. No need to make any phone calls.

He'd like to imagine this is the only problem he'd have to face today but that was just delusional.

Next, he had to settle an argument between Jungwon and Jay; the younger one had ate the lasagna that Jay had prepared for his cooking class. He thought it was someone else's.

It wasn't due yet so he just told Jungwon to pay for ingredients for his new dish.

Then, he had to fish Sunoo's laptop out of the pool because when they pushed him in, he was working on his paper.

Heeseung got all the rice he could muster (most stolen from Jay, sorry) and tried to bring it back to life. Once he saw a light, he left it alone since the day was already gone by the time he got it out of the water.

He was like their mother, corralling them away from the light sockets because they were still in that phase of wanting to touch the shiny things.

By 6 PM, he felt collapse. It was barely even night and his body was already screaming at him. Every movement brought about a new ache, a new cramp, something stopping him from doing something for himself for the first time all day.

As soon as the clock struck 7, the only thing he had the energy to do was drag himself to bed.

But he wasn't allowed, since the big ol' man babies were always crying.

The moment he touched a stair, he heard it. 

One quick cling of metal, a burst and then screaming. He didn't even have to turn around to know what happened.

The pipe that was perfectly fine hours prior, now broken with water spraying everywhere.

And who else but Jake at the scene of the crime?

"Hee! Sunghoon broke the sink again!"

It's like it never stopped, like at all.

His bed gets a rain check and he turns back around, meeting Jake in the bathroom with the newly forming puddle.

He does what Jake hadn't thought to do and he turns off the water supply to stop the river from becoming. Not without getting his sweatpants completely drenched.

He made himself busy throwing all the towels on the ground, hoping to soak up what was left. All the while, Jake had buzzed off, off to the next thing which happened to be figuring out who was at the door.

He slid to it like it was nothing, swinging him open with reckless abandon.

"Hello—" His greeting died in his chest once he met Yunjin's eyes, her piercing ones that had been searching for him all day. You didn't even get to say anything before he took off screaming up the stairs with her in tow.

You didn't seem concerned, he probably deserved it.

But it did leave you unaware of what to do. Yunjin knew more about the house than you did. She was meant to be your bridge.

You kind of just stood on the porch, rocking back and forth like a baby.

Heeseung was tripping out of the bathroom when he spotted you standing there. His presidential instincts kicked in immediately, he jogged over to the door like you were the mailman.

"Hi, how can I help you—holy shit, you're gorgeous." 

And just like the rest of the idiots he lived with, he had been hit with the stupid. But this wasn't his fault, you looked so pretty. Any inside thought he might have had about you was pouring out of him like word vomit.

He didn't know you — he'd remember you.

He shamelessly looks up you up and down.

Your baggy clothes, your hair was down but still a little messy, your big glasses that framed your face, your lipgloss that seemed to sparkle under the porch lights.

He had seen many a girl, none of them made his heart beat this irregular before.

"Sorry, who did you say you were, sweetheart?"

"I didn't. Where's Riki? He told me to come by at 7." You rock back in forth on the balls of your feet, your eyes darting around the space.

You wouldn't lie to yourself, you were curious on how they lived. You found the water mess immediately. On the floor and covering his pants. You were about to ask but he caught you staring and spoke up first.

"Oh, Jake broke the sink. I didn't pee on myself, I promise."

Your teeth clenched in disgust.

"I didn't want to say anything."

He tries to laugh but he can't seem to commit to it, he's too busy memorizing everything about you.

"Trust me. If I knew there was going to be a pretty girl at my door, I would cleaned up a little better."

And then you laugh, the most mellifluous and light sound he's ever heard.

He wanted to hear it again, to be the one to cause it to come out of you once more.

But this day refused to let Heeseung be, he wasn't allowed to admire you for long before Riki was appearing over his shoulder like a parrot. He reached past his brother like it was nothing, snatching your hand up like it belonged to him, yanking you up the stairs, muttering something about staying hidden.

Heeseung watches until you're gone from his sight.

He couldn't go to sleep now.

He instead got stuck on hold with housing. 

He tried to pretend like he wasn't staring at his brother's closed door, wondering what you two were doing.

He knew you weren't a hook-up, from how close he was, he'd probably be able to hear you two. If anyone asked, he was making sure Riki was safe, no other reason.

Definitely not spying on you.

He almost didn't even notice when someone was on the other line.

୨ৎ

"So are you going to listen to anything I say or are you just going to keep making eye contact with the ceiling?" You bored into him but he wouldn't have noticed.

He giggled like you had said something funny.

"You gon' keep playing eye tag or you gon' holler at your boy?" He laughs once again at his joke. You knew he wasn't talking to you, it was muttered, you had only caught it because it was the only noise in the room.

You don't even think, you grab the pillow behind you and hit him in the face with it.

"Ow! Why?!" He tried to dodge but it's useless.

"Because I hate you! And Mr. Calderon, for making us spend time together." You hit him again, he goes to move but he's too slow.

"You know, you're the first tutor to ever hit me!"

"I doubt that, everything that comes out of your mouth is stupid. They've at least screamed at you."

"At me? No. For me, yes."

A comical pause; you're just staring at him.

"You're a helpless disgusting little worm, Riki. I hope your parents choke you out Homer Simpson-style when they see your grades because I quit."

You grabbed your backpack off the floor and you move for the door.

His chuckle is villainous in the air. A shiver almost develops on your back but you don't let it.

"You do realize that if you fail to tutor me, you could fail this class, right?" He was being presumptuous, as if he held the fate of your future in his hands.

"I'm not the one already on thin ice here, you are. I at least have other good grades. You just suck." You turned around slowly. "When I tell Mr. Calderon I couldn't tutor you, he won't see it as my failure, it'll be yours. I'm just another person who couldn't fix your trainwreck which is not my fault. If anything, he'll commend me for trying. And that's enough for me to get a different extra credit assignment."

You stopped yourself from laughing as you looked at him again because the situation really was testing your last nerve.

You were about to say fuck him and fail out of the class, maybe then you'd be free.

But he stopped you, guilt painting his face for what seemed like the first time in his life. He actually looked like a real person for a second and not just some stereotype.

Another pause as he looked everywhere but at you.

"I have to get my math book from Taehyun. I lent it to him sophomore year and never saw it again."

You nodded.

Now he'd never tell anyone this because no one would want to sleep with him if they knew how slow he was, but tutoring was actually very helpful.

He was still ashamed of getting help but once that door was closed, he was the most eager student you would have ever seen.

After getting something right the first time, he got a sense of accomplishment in his chest, he liked it. He wanted to feel it all the time. And that drove him to want to know all the answers.

He was chasing his high and fixing his grade — it was a win-win.

Heeseung definitely took notice of you coming around more often. It was hard not to, since Riki was moving like he had something to hide, meeting you at the door without giving you much of a chance to knock, sneaking you up the stairs as if his parents were going to see.

It'd seem weird if he didn't know how nosey the members got; one look at you and they'd be busting down his door like the police.

He doesn't get to talk to you again until he stakes out the door, coming downstairs around the usual time you appear and grabbing the door before Riki does.

You looked up from your phone in surprise, those weren't the eyes you were used to seeing.

"Hey, you're that guy who pees his pants. Aren't you the president of these dummies? Hee something? I don't know if I would trust your judgment if you were pissing your pants all the time. But then again, they're dummies."

He chuckles too loud at your joke, loud enough he's surprised you don't clown him for it.

"Um, it's Heeseung. And your name was?"

"Y/n, I'm Riki's—"

You don't get to finish your sentence because you're cut off by the loud stomps down the stairs. Riki's barreling, taking them two at a time, not even stopping when he almost slipped.

"There you are! We're going to the library today." He steps in between the two of you, pushing you out of the doorway and toward the steps.

He ushers you away from the house, putting his arm around your shoulders. You turned around right before he pulled you off the porch fully, meeting Heeseung's eyes one more time.

"Bye, Mister President." You waved him goodbye.

"See you later, pretty girl." He prayed you couldn't see the dopey smile that was painted on his face from such a quick interaction.

Learning your name was all he needed, now it made it ten times easier to find out who you were.

And he knew exactly who to ask.

୨ৎ

"No, leave me alone." Yunjin was hoping to be by herself when she got to the fashion studio but now Heeseung was her shadow, every movement she made, he was on her heels, not even giving her a moment to breathe.

"Come on, Yunjin!" He whined. "Think about all I've done for you. Would it hurt you to help me just this once?"

She paused, eyebrows crinkling at his pleas.

"Like what, Hee? The last time I can remember you helping me with something was my math grade freshman year and that's about it. I owe you nothing. And even if I did, I've probably paid it over double by now."

Even if Gamma boys were supposed to hate Delta girls, that could not be said about Heeseung and Yunjin, even though, they were the leaders.

They knew each other way before this, their friendship didn't have to end just because they were in college now.

And since they both held power, they used to help each other out sometimes.

If Yunjin's girls got raided in the night, she knew it was them and once she tattled on them, she knew Heeseung was going to reprimand them because he didn't play that.

And if the girls were feeling vindictive, a one-night stand that didn't go the way they hoped and they decided to take it out on the house, Heeseung knew he could mention it to Yunjin and she'd straighten it out. No problem.

Usually she was a big help.

This was not one of those times.

"What are you even asking me for again?" She's cutting fabric, she's not even really paying him any mind anymore. Usually they tucker themselves out.

He rolled his eyes, it felt like this was the 50th time he said it.

"Your friend, I was wondering if you could put me on. Yes or no?"

Now she's squinting at him, confused since she has a lot of friends.

"Dani?"

He shook his head immediately, he was on bad terms with both Danis so that was not a road he wanted to travel down.

"No, Y/n?"

She looked up like he said something he wasn't supposed to.

"I'm sorry, how do you know her?"

He shrugged like it was nothing, like you weren't the only thing that's been on his mind. "She's been tutoring Riki for the past month, I think. He keeps trying to hide her like we wouldn't notice him suddenly counting under his breath. I don't know why he didn't just ask me though."

She shook her head since that wasn't the full story. She explained how you were being punished with being a tutor in order to get extra credit and Riki was your first subject.

All he heard was a way in.

He could need a tutor. Ok, he didn't need a tutor, but he needed to talk to you.

"So can you make the introduction?"

"Absolutely not."

"Why must you hurt me so bad?" He griped.

"Y/n hates frat boys! If I tried to introduce you two, she would not be down like at all. You want to talk to her? Go find her yourself. She's probably in the library. The study rooms have better wifi than her apartment."

She didn't have to tell him twice, he was gone before she could even look up and notice his little smoke cloud.

At first, he figured Yunjin was just playing a trick on him, just to see him huff and puff over something that really was this big of a deal. But there you were, stumbling out of the library, struggling to carry your books like this was a 2000s film.

It was something he picked right out of his fantasies.

He was on you quicker than a flea, rushing to your side to help you.

"Here, let me get that."

You didn't fight him on it, seemingly too tired to decline help at the moment, he took it as a step in the right direction.

Pushing your hair out of your face, you finally notice who he was.

"Oh hey, it's the President. Are you stalking me or something?"

He snorts—not completely.

"No, I was hoping to procure your services so Yunjin told me where to find you."

You quirked a brow at him.

"Services? I'm not a hooker."

And he's guffawing like you're a comedian. "No, tutoring. I need a tutor." Again, confusion spread on your features.

"Why?"

"I'm struggling with math right now and you seemed to be helping Riki so.."

"How do you know that? He treats me like an affair. As if he doesn't get upset when I cancel a session."

"I wouldn't be a good president if I was checking on my members to make sure they were being educated properly. I once bounced a guy out of the chapter because he had a B in English, straight up."

Your face betrays you as you snicker at his joke.

Once again, he was making you laugh.

He was 2 for 2.

It doesn't go unnoticed by him how you two begin walking side-by-side, your steps in perfect unison, you almost sounded like one person.

"I mean I'm not a real tutor. I don't know if he told you but this is a punishment. I'm not doing this out of the kindness of my heart. He's actually the most annoying person in the world."

He wasn't going to correct you, you weren't wrong.

But he wasn't giving up on you either.

"What if I paid you?"

"How much?"

"How ever much you need. I have an exam coming up." Not fully a lie, he did have an exam coming up. He just didn't need any help.

You pondered it for a second, your mouth contorting as you went over it. "Ok, but don't pay me. Then it'll definitely look like you're soliciting me for sex."

He nodded quickly.

"We can meet at the library tomorrow, I guess."

He's the nodding machine, bobbing his head up and down like he was getting tested on it.

You take your books back, balancing them on your arms a little better since you're more awake now. "Here," you use your free hand to fish your phone out of your pocket and hand it to him. "Put your number in."

This was a dance he was all too skilled in.

He was actually surprised you didn't already have it, it's plastered on almost ever girl's bathroom on campus. 'Call Heeseung if you want to have a good time,' that type of thing. It was a prank gone wrong but jokes on them, he got hook-ups because of it.

Before he knew it, you were waving him goodbye, walking off into the sunset like an angel.

He couldn't wait for tomorrow.

It didn't make sense.

The moment your eyes broke open, you still were in a dream-like state.

When yesterday poured over you, it was orange juice on cereal, settling weird and tasting wrong.

One question kept repeating in your mind: Why did Heeseung Lee need a math tutor?

To your knowledge, you were pretty sure he didn't need one. You might have been too tired to be making any transactions because now shit didn't make fucking sense.

Was he messing with you?

Was this some type of bet? He had to see how long he could keep a tutor before you realized he wasn't as dumb as he seemed.

Either way, you weren't laughing.

Right now, you were just tired and wondering why you told this boy you'd meet him when you knew damn well this was the only day you had nothing and could just relax.

You were about to cancel.

You didn't want to play his game.

But then your phone blinked, maybe he heard you.

heeseunghow do u like your coffee? i was planning on picking some up before we met

youare you trying to butter me up or something? are your grades worse than riki's?

heeseungno one is that bad :/i just wanted to do something nice for you since i'm not paying you

youfine i like my coffee cold and milky

heeseungmy kinda girl ;)ok, see you in a bit, beautiful <3

Now you were certain he was pranking you.

You didn't move urgently to get dressed at all.

He was already there waiting, standing outside the library as if he needed your permission to enter. Two cups in his hands like the good boy he was pretending to be.

You almost laughed at how helpless he looked. This guy was the leader of a frat? Sounds ludicrous.

"Hey there, Mr. President." You joined his side on the stairs, taking the lighter drink into your hands.

You take a tentative sip, the caffeine coursing through your veins to be the power you need to get through this next hour.

"Are you ever going to call me my name?"

Another sip.

"Are you?" You shot back.

His face crumpled.

"Touché."

With that, you went into the library, him using his free hand to open the door for you.

Inside the vibes are so much different than the glaring sun outside. The lights were dark and gentle, a few of the other bookworms already cuddled up to the shelves the way you would be if you weren't tutoring.

The librarians are quick to greet you too.

"Y/n!" It came out loud and sing-songy, the way it wasn't supposed to sound in a library.

You didn't even try to stop the smile that began.

"Hey, Kee."

He walked around the counter swiftly, wrapping his arms around you in that comforting mother way he learned from being a librarian.

"I feel like I haven't seen you literally in forever."

He was dramatic; you were getting books last week.

You don't jump to introduce them, you don't really care to. Luckily, Heeseung is such a 'nice guy', and it would be unbecoming if he didn't speak up.

"Hi, I'm Heeseung," he puts his hand out for Keeho to shake and he takes it gladly. You watched as his face lit up from the sight of the boy beside you. He bounced between you two like he was figuring something out.

You didn't even flinch.

"Oh, I know who you are."

Heeseung goes to you for a life raft and since you're not completely awful, you give him a hand.

"Keeho makes it a point to know everybody's business. As the librarian, he has to have everything memorized. The books and the people who come in. Or..don't come in." You snorted.

He nodded because it's true and he does nothing to hide it.

"Also, it's very hard to work in the library and not hear whispers of your name in the stacks. Every girl wants a piece of you."

Heeseung expelled a shy little giggle, as if Keeho were mentioning his accolades and not his whore tendencies.

"Not every." You cut in, stopping the laughing.

There's a pause as Keeho nudged you, urging you to be a little nicer as Heeseung looked physically wounded. You just rolled your eyes.

"This seems a lot to run for just one guy." His eyes wandered around with a childlike wonder that confirmed your train of thought, he hadn't been in here before.

"Oh, don't worry. I'm not alone."

As if on cue, your attention is pulled away from the conversation but to the sound of one of the library carts crashing into someone. A very quiet 'ouch' and then reprimanding.

"See that cute little sophomore?" He pointed to the boy who was being lectured and actively picking up the books he dropped from the cart.

"That's my son, Shota. Not really but I buy his food. And the one who looks like he's grounding him? That's Jiung. He does the important bits. I just look pretty."

They both give you a wave before disappearing.

"As fun as this is, we have some tutoring to get to."

Keeho nodded. "The table in the corner is free."

You grabbed Heeseung's forearm, yanking him along with you so he didn't get lost.

You plant him on the end, sitting beside him with your front pointed toward the entrance and front desk. You didn't have an explanation for it, just being in the exact position makes your brain work the best.

You began pulling your stuff out of your bag and between finding your pens, your brain makes it apparent to you that he hadn't moved yet.

He was too busy eyeing Keeho from where he was giggling at his phone behind the desk.

You had to snap to get his attention back to you.

"Huh?"

"Yo. ¿Dónde están tus libros, huh?"

A pause as his brain tried to translate what you just said but coming up empty.

"Books, my guy. You know the colorful things with words?"

His mouth makes a very visible 'O' as he finally dives into his backpack that just felt like a prop and heaved out his heavy old ripped up textbooks.

“So, I’m guessing you two are close, you being such a nerd and whatnot.”

You rolled your eyes.

"Are you guys friends?"

You can feel it, the entire library is the most silent so it'd be hard not notice how deep he was fishing. He was basically screaming at you.

"Yeah, why?" You stay locked on turning your laptop on.

He shrugged, still bringing things out of his bag of wonders.

"I don't know, there was just a little bit of vibe."

You snorted but choked it back once you heard the loud noise expel from your body. It was laughable, just not in here.

"A vibe? Really, Mr. Frat Boy? That's your diagnosis?"

"I'm just saying what I saw."

This time, you don't stop your laugh, at least, not efficiently since you slapped your hand over your mouth, stifling it slightly.

You didn't think he could make less sense today; you stood corrected.

"You might need to get new glasses there, Hee, because your gaydar sucks." You almost fold over in laughter, your hands finding the table to ground you.

"No." He protested. "No!" A hushed whisper as he can't believe himself either. "I have perfect gaydar. My roommates are gay."

"Well, you might want to have a conversation with your roommates because those boys are together."

He went to look back, get another look to reaffirm what he thought he saw and as if Keeho had heard your conversation, as he was walking past, he pressed a harsh kiss on Jiung's temple. His smirk was faint but there.

"Huh."

"Yeah. Don't make assumptions. Or else you'll make an ass out of you and..'mptions."

He laughed at your joke for a second, not too long, calculated as he's done this before. "You're funny."

"I know."

A sip from your cup was a drag of a cigarette, calming your nerves.

"Wait, did you call me Hee?"

"Don't get too excited, dummy. Now show me what you're working on."

He grumbled but did as you asked with no problem.

Your first tutoring session actually wasn't that bad. Not any worse than any other.

You spent the hour explaining the simplest of systems and he spent his time staring at you. He did interrupt quite often to ask you questions about yourself but you avoided them—this wasn't a social call, you were supposed to be doing a job.

He did not get that.

And since he didn't, it only made sense for you to see him again.

You couldn't find any reason not to.

You two met for the second time a week later.

Between attending your classes and still tutoring Riki, you found it hard to keep Heeseung on your plate. But he begged you, citing that without your help he was going to fail. And although you figured he didn't need your help with that, you still found a way to squeeze him in.

It just took a longer for him to see you again.

He was already sitting at a table by the time you got there, already having his stuff out, looking around with the biggest curious eyes you've ever seen.

He was coming more prepared this time.

He jumped up the moment he saw you, pulling your chair out as you shook your very wet umbrella.

You sit down without even thinking about the gesture.

"Sorry for coming so late. I didn't know it was going to rain and I was on the other side of campus without an umbrella. I had to borrow this from Chaewon."

He's shining those pearly whites in your face when you finally look up and you hate how you could see why so many people get weak in the knees about it.

Your heart did stutter a little.

"You don't have to be sorry, babe. I'm glad you're here."

You just rolled your eyes at the nickname as you reached into your bag to pull out your stuff.

"Now I kind of wish I got struck by lightning."

He snickered, not too loud for the librarian to notice but enough that the other people would hear his laugh. It was part of his tactic, and it hadn't show any fails just yet.

"You'd probably look a little funny."

"Just open your books."

He doesn't fight you, he just smiles and does what's asked.

The second time around, he was more focused, showing signs that he was actually listening to you and not just making spit bubbles. He still had a few issues with the problems you were working on but when you explained, he wasn't just staring, he was comprehending.

You couldn't call him dumb anymore, not when he was trying.

You two wrap up at the best time; the sun peeks through the clouds for the first time all day, birds chirping and singing for the day to return.

You feel a change of heart so you open your mouth in the silence.

"You're improving," you muttered to your bag. You kind of hoped he didn't hear your compliment but he was too close not to, standing just a breath away doing the same thing.

His grin was big and toothy.

"I'm sorry, was that a compliment?"

That earned your second eye-roll of the day, this one was just a little more playful than the last, adorned with a small smile.

"It was. Are you going to make me regret it?"

"You'll never regret anything with me, angel, I promise." He smirked, winking at you with a twinkle.

You hate that it erupts a giggle out of you.

"You have to stop talking to me like that. I am not your girlfriend, Heeseung."

"No one said you were." He shrugged all innocently.

"Your face is saying something else."

You zipped your bags up at the same time, almost like he was waiting for you to be done so he could follow you. He trails you out of the library, only catching up fully to open the door for you.

You don't chuckle at the gesture, you welcomed it.

And he took that as a fantastic sign.

The sun beams down on you both instantly, hitting you both at the same time.

Your eyes shut instinctively, not being able to withstand the blinding rays. He noticed and stepped in a little closer, putting his hand on your face to block.

"Better?"

You don't realize how close you are until it's too late. His voice a little more hushed since you're not that far, his breath fanned your cheek slightly, and for once, you felt yours catch.

"Mhm..thanks."

He looked so pretty from this angle, the light hitting him perfectly to give him a subtle glow, it was a little unfair. It was making your mind turn to goop.

"You know all this nice weather, maybe next time, class could be outside."

"Who said there was going to be a next time?" Your brows knit together with your gaze. He mimicked you like a baby.

"Uh, your face."

Your head dropped in embarrassment, your eyes widened, anywhere else was better than looking at him with the smug smirk brewing. "It's kind of cute to see you nervous." He teased.

"Shut up," you snickered, shrugging him away with a very clear grin.

"Nothing about you makes me nervous." You scoffed.

He bobbed his head up and down, he could pretend he believed you. it didn't have to be true.

୨ৎ

Over the next few weeks, the weather just can't help getting nicer. The sun isn't hiding much anymore, the once green trees in the courtyard are now blooming pink anywhere and everywhere.

The breeze that you could use as shield was now dull, a nice warmth now flowing through the air. You could no longer hide behind your big hoodies, not when it was basically grilling weather.

You still carried them around but as a decoration for your bag and a safety net.

You didn't want to admit it, but he was right.

It was perfect if you wanted to spend all your time outside. And according to Yunjin, that's exactly what you wanted to do.

She claimed you 'never left your apartment unless it was for nerd activities'. That caused Kazuha to burst out laughing in the middle of the backyard.

You didn't think it was that funny.

"They are not nerd activities!" You wailed, trying to shove Kazuha for teasing but she was too strong. "God forbid a girl is focused and educated."

"And severely domestic." Yunjin poked from her spot across you at the table. "No one ever sees you anymore. We have to contact the librarian if you're missing from the one spot we check."

She was making you sound downright pathetic. Is that how people saw you? Some homebody who never did anything and just never showed her face? Is that what you were? Why was she your friend if you were this sad?

Your hands retreated to your lap, your fingers threading together so you could pinch them to bring yourself down. You knew she meant nothing by it, didn't stop your mind from bullying you into a corner though.

Yunjin's such a good friend, she sees how your energy changes and she corrects promptly.

"Well, either Keeho or Heeseung. You have your pick of them these days." She sipped her drink all cheeky and aunt-like, darting her eyes around to see her damage.

Kazuha stopped her cackling fit, Chaewon choked a little, Eunchae even finally gave the conversation her attention. His name was like Batman, something about hearing it made everyone sit forward.

"You're hanging with Heeseung?" Chaewon inquired, turning toward you fully.

"Doesn't Keeho have a boyfriend?" Eunchae leaned over to Kazuha in confusion, gaining a unnecessary nod that stopped any future debate.

"No, we're not hanging." You shut it down.

Yunjin made an astonished face, she never liked letting you live.

"You're not hanging and yet he has you saved in his phone as 'my pretty girl'? Yeah, for sure. Because I have all people I'm just acquaintances with under cute little nicknames."

Both Eunchae and Kazuha gasp to let you know they're still in the conversation, they however instead vied to be focused on their food instead of boring into you like Chaewon seemed to be doing.

"How long have you two been close?" Her tone was light, the same kind interest that was always in her voice when she spoke to you.

"Not long. Not at all really. I'm just his tutor. He's kind of a weirdo."

"Yeah, a weirdo who seems to be obsessed with you," Kazuha's mouth is full of pasta, you're confused on how she even got words out.

Yunjin's spaghetti was best eaten hot anyway.

"He is not obsessed with me."

"Yes, he is," Yunjin smacked the basketball right out of your hands. "Trust me, I've known Heeseung for the longest and I've never seen him so enamored. I'm telling you: the boy is in love."

As much as it blossomed in your chest, you didn't want to believe her.

The moment you let yourself be delusional was when you were vulnerable to everything, he could hit you from every angle metaphorically and you wouldn't let him take anything from you.

He wasn't allowed the power.

It was still possible she could have got her wires crossed.

People can change.

"He's definitely just using you for a grade." You and Chaewon were in the same boat.

You gesture to her. "That I believe more."

“You’ve been friends with him but you never dated him.”

Sometimes you forgot about Heeseung and Chaewon’s relationship from freshman year. It was so long ago, you kind of thought she did too.

It was before he became such a hotshot, before he was Gamma president, way before you even joined the friend group. You had only heard stories about what happened between them.

No specifics, just that he humiliated her at some party.

She has since gotten over it and forgiven him, so she says.

"He might not be a 'whore' anymore but tigers never change their stripes. He's a manipulator."

"And I refuse to let him get me. He could shower me in all the compliments he wants. I'm not falling for it."

And you meant it.

Just not enough.

As much as you wanted to deny Yunjin, she was right about one thing — you did enjoy spending your time outside.

The birds and the atmosphere were actually ideal.

More than the library.

If you needed to get something done, or if you just didn't want to be in your apartment any longer, you'd go out and sit in the quad, let the sun rain down your face and forget about how much life sucked.

The animals chittered, the trees making whipping noises in your ears, all calming noises you needed to suppress any aggravating feelings settling in between your eyebrows.

"Well, aren't you just a pretty flower?"

And how easy it was for it to return.

You don't have to open your eyes to know who's voice it was, he welcomed with something cringy every time.

"Are you stalking me or something?"

His shadow over you is daunting, daunting enough for you to sit up. When you finally do give him a look, he appeared a little different than when you saw him last. It brought a heat to your cheeks.

His hair is parted out of his face so you could see him better, he's a little more unzipped than how you would normally perceive him, now just rocking a t-shirt and jeans.

And in his hands was a picnic basket.

You don't get a chance to ask about it before he's sitting beside you and pulling a blanket out.

"Technically not stalking because you're still laughing at me. It borders on predator once I start like following you home."

You tittered, your eyes focused on all of the things he's pulling out like he's Mary freaking Poppins.

"Not a smile on my face, weirdo. Just general perplexity. How did you find me and why do you have all of my favorite snacks?"

He lights up, this was the exact reaction he wanted.

"Both questions, same answer: Keeho told me. You were right, that guy really does know everything about his patrons."

And right now you wished you never told him diddly.

Because the expression on his face is the same one he gives you when he'd correct you, smiling arrogantly like he's the smartest person in the world.

You hated that expression because every time he made it, you felt your heart skip a beat and your breath stutter.

"What are you doing here, Heeseung?"

"Well, as much as I love our time in the library, and I do — more than life — I feel like we can do more fun things, hence picnic." He reached into the basket again, pulling out a cute pink beverage and tossing it over to you.

You don't even hesitate before poking it open and taking a sip.

If he was going to offer food, you weren't going to not eat it.

"Or we could do something actually fun, like rip each other's teeth out or watch paint dry."

His face crumpled at you. "What do you have against picnics?"

"Nothing. It's just I don't understand why anyone would want to share their food with the ants and the dirt, that's all." You take a very innocent sip while watching his composure dissipate into awestruck.

"What?! Picnics are so freaking romantic. You could be under the stars or on top of a hill watching the sunset."

You squinted.

"Like in Up?"

That took all weight out of his fight, he slumped in defeat.

"Do you like anything?" He tried.

"Yes, of course."

"Like what? Tell me."

Your lips pursed, jumping around your mind to look for the answer he was digging for.

"I like music and books. I like ice cream. I like eating it by myself, preferably not outside and not with bugs."

He snorted.

"Umm, I like Yunjin. You'd think I wouldn't because she's like you kinda but she's actually a really good friend. She treats me nice even though sometimes I don't think I deserve it." You paused a little, pinching some grass between your fingers.

He leaned back on his hands, suddenly staring at you with a new lens.

This had been the first time you had emoted in a way that wasn't negative, you weren't shutting him down, you weren't getting him away for the topic, you were actually opening up. He had to take advantage.

"You know, I never heard how the two of you came to be. You're not like the usual people she runs with. You're...different."

"Different as in I'm not some sorority girl like Saki or Chaewon?" Your attention falls on the pile of snacks in between you, picking at something.

"Well, no. You're a little more weirder than them."

"Gee, thanks. You really know how to make a girl feel special."

"No, that's not what I meant," he sat up, sticking his hand out and placing on your shoulder. You stare at it but you don't tell him to move. His touch is stronger than you expected, you don't hate it.

"I just meant you're not afraid to say things. Most girls I meet — besides Yunjin — are more quiet and soft-spoken, you're not. It's cool."

"If you're waiting for me to say 'I'm not like other girls', it's not coming. Because trust me, I am no different than the next girl. Our only difference? I'm not falling for this. I've dated frat boys, I'm good off 'em for a long time." You continue to pick at his food, not making eye contact as you closed his whole situation down.

If he were anyone else, he'd probably pout like Charlie Brown and walk away with his blanket tucked between his legs but unknowingly you cracked a door open for him.

"I'm sorry. I was under the impression you hated frat guys through and through. At least, that's what Yunjin told me. You mean to tell me you dated one?" You can hear the smile in his voice, you don't have to look.

The eye-roll that followed was a given.

He's leaning forward, his head perched on his hand when your eyes betray you and flick over to him. He bats his eyelashes at you.

"Do go on."

You could dodge him again but maybe it's the nice weather, the breeze that quells any anger you could be feeling, you don't care to keep yourself from him.

Not when he was openly asking and eager to listen.

"Yunjin caught me on a bad bender. That's how we met. My boyfriend cheated on me so I went to her party to drink my sorrows away. She's been addicted to caring about my wellbeing since."

There's a lull where you expect the facade to break and for him to unmask the demon inside to disappoint you like you've been anticipating.

But he doesn't.

In fact, he makes the exact same face she did when she found out: his jaw on the ground.

It's not a look you've seen on his face before. It's nice.

"A frat guy did that to you?"

"Yeah, aren't you all like that?"

"No!" He's quick to stop that train before it leaves the station. It surprises you so much, you look around just in case anyone heard him being ridiculously loud.

"Cheating is absolutely fucking disgusting." His tone was direct and unforgiving. He spoke in absolute, he had never been more serious about anything since you've known him. "Anybody who does that shit is stupid and lazy."

You can't hide your snicker, in fact, you don't even try to. Hearing a man denounce cheating these days was like when they got mad about periods, it wasn't something substantial, it was just something they said.

"You think I'm joking?"

You shook your head wordlessly.

"I just think guys will say whatever they need to get into your pants. Especially when it's the only thing on their mind."

"Fine, I'll make you a deal," he brushed the crumbs away and stuck his pinky out. "I promise I will keep it in my pants, as long as we can be friends."

You're not sure you completely believe him but you're curious about his attempt so you lock fingers with his.

"I have good self control," he smirked.

"Mhm, sure."

Bad idea.

Once you opened up the door for him, he barreled through like an bull. All you had to do was tell him you could be friends and he took that shit to the bank.

Now that just meant he was blowing up your phone when you least expected it.

You were in class, wanting time to move quicker? He'd send you that pic of that cat telling you to hang in there.

You're just working on homework in your bed? Then you'd get a selfie of him in the same position you were in, mocking your anguish.

You couldn't sleep? Neither could he, and now you were both just sitting up, not getting any rest, giggling about whatever dumb shit Jake did that day.

You didn't like the fact that he had you bursting at the seams in your own home. He was invading the inner sanctum and he hadn't even made it to the door.

It was disgusting.

And to make it ten times worse, now you were just waiting for him to text all the time. You checked your phone to see if his name was there, you got worried if he didn't send you anything in the normal times, sometimes you even messaged him first.

You wanted to jump out of your skin.

He wasn't any better although. Without even realizing it, he began neglecting his responsibilities just to talk to you. It's not safe to fall in love when you're the president — and unfortunately that's what he felt was happening.

It had only been a couple months and he already couldn't imagine his life without you in it, his nights without your really bad jokes (he didn't think they were bad) or his mornings without pictures of how bad you thought you looked when you woke up (he refused to think you looked bad either).

You were the perfect pathetic pair.

୨ৎ

You had been fully integrated into his night routine by now. Now when he brushed his teeth, you made an appearance, right on the sink.

You two had been texting for a few hours, he couldn't even remember where it started, all he knew was that now you were talking about weird things you did in childhood.

He told you about how he thought if he skated backwards, he could go back in time; you laughed at him mercilessly.

And in return, you relayed to him that you used to drink chocolate milk out of your plastic Hello Kitty tea set.

He poked fun at you like you did, but he actually hadn't heard anything cuter.

youwhat are you doing anyway? you're being dry and i kind of hate it :(

heeseungsorry, i'm brushing my teethgive me a second

He was rinsing when his ringtone washed over the tiled walls. He doesn't even think twice about answering it.

"You wanted to talk to me this bad? Aw!" His speech is muffled from all the foam coming out of his mouth. He spit before locking eyes with you in his screen.

"Ew, no. Maybe. I was curious on what it looked like when you were brushing your teeth. My mind just couldn't imagine it."

He brushed extra hard for your amusement.

The pain was worth it to see you smile.

"Not all of us are stinky."

He hears a rustle on your end, probably readjusting yourself in your bed. He knew the sound by now.

"I don't think you've ever smelled bad. You're one of the nicest smelling guys I've ever met."

He dropped his toothbrush in the cup, turning the light off and jumping into his bed for the night.

"How many guys are you smelling?" He chuckled.

You grimaced. "Too many."

He must have been enjoying himself too much, he got comfortable too early, too quickly and the world wasn't allowing that, or rather his members.

Once again, knocking is forgotten and his door flies wide open. He flinches like he's doing something wrong, grabbing the blanket to cover himself up. There's nothing out in the open, it just feels intimate.

"Hey, hyung, can I have some underwear—" Riki started but his words die on his tongue once he sees the state of his older brother.

He was shaking like a cat and it's unnatural.

Riki's eyes squinted.

"Have you ever heard of knocking?!"

"Nah." He paused for a second, giving Heeseung a once over with an inquisitive eye. "Are you masturbating in here?"

"If I was, would you leave?"

He shook his head. "No, not really. I really need some underwear."

"Is he about to put on your underwear? That's nasty!"

The younger one's gaze is like lasers, zapping from place to place, trying to find the source of the sound he just heard. "Was that Y/n's voice?"

He flipped his phone around, revealing your cozy state to his nosey friend quickly before turning it back.

"And for your information, he is not stealing my underwear. I buy extra for when the boys lose theirs." He answered, hoping to peel the scowl off your face.

"How often are they losing their underwear?"

Now he was frowning, no part of him wanted to divulge any part of his system to you. Especially when he knew how dirty his roommates were, it was something better left inside the house.

"No comment."

Having what he came in for, Riki moved for the door, going back to mind his business. As he goes to close the door, he turns once more for one final blow.

"By the way, just want to let you know, pizza night kind of went bad and now there's a big ass puddle of pasta sauce in the middle of the kitchen. You might want to get on that."

He doesn't even let it settle on Heeseung's face, he's gone before he could get yelled at.

The vein in the back of his neck pinches thin. He can't tell if he was still breathing or if he finally died and was put out of his misery. A soft snicker falls from his mouth dementedly.

"It never ends, does it?" His fingers carded through his hair recklessly.

"They really rely on you for everything, don't they?" Your tone is so gentle, it almost brings him down from the small panic attack those boys gave him everyday.

"It's like they want me to reach into the chests and breathe into their lungs for them!"

Almost.

"These are supposed to be grown men? They act like they still need their mommy."

"Men will only be as bad as you allow them to be. Tell them you're not going to clean up their messes and if they don't whip up into shape, start leaving it there. You're not their maid. Or their mom."

The manly side of his brain wanted to be mad and tell you were wrong, stick up for his brothers the way he was taught to feel. But you were right, he was just mad all it took was for your words to snap him out of this years-long spell.

No one ever told him he didn't have to do it.

They just expected it.

"You know something? I never thought of it that way."

"Your comfortability matters just as much as theirs. You can't be expected to overcome your bad grades and keep sweeping up their messes. You're not Superman."

There's a split-second his logic gives him to right his wrong; 'Haha, funny story. I actually have really good grades and I've actually been pretending to be stupid à la Mean Girls because I like you.'

It would have been so easy to say.

But his tongue stops him instead. Not when he made it this far.

"I could be Superman."

You squinted in response. "Mhm sure."

He was the president of the dummies after all.

୨ৎ

Things get hectic for you two, with all the procrastinating you were doing, life started to catch up to you and eventually you had to go to sleep without all the extra conversation.

You fade out of each other's lives like hair dye. You're still on each other's minds but all the way in the back since you need room for what needs to be done.

Heeseung uses your tactic of letting them clean up their own messes. It takes a little longer than it should since he literally had to reprogram everyone's instincts. But in a short time, he has them moving with purpose. They even figure out where the broom closet is.

And just in time because party season begins not too long after they get a clue.

Now it doesn't feel like he's juggling everything with just two hands. There's some extra, it's very slim but something is better than nothing.

He has the boys around campus moving like the military, picking up deliveries and buying things with his credit card all willy-nilly like he had cash to burn.

This is the only time being frat president mattered: when people needed a sick event on campus to drink at.

He had nary a moment to call or text you. Between being the party guy and actually working on his schoolwork, you were a guilty pleasure he couldn't indulge in quite often anymore.

You weren't exactly free either.

In a quest to break out of your shell, you found that they were hiring in the library. They needed someone to check people out since there were only three boys working there. They need some type of estrogen to bring the masses in.

It was an easy change, you spent most of your time in there anyway, now you were just getting a paycheck for it.

It was a win-win scenario.

And sometimes during your shift, something slightly odd would happen. Maybe you'd find a book with your name in it since you borrowed it earlier in the year or someone would wander in after they had crossed your mind.

He was in a rush when he stumbled in. All he was looking for was a book his teacher mentioned before he met Jake in the parking lot to go get his car from the shop.

He couldn't fully remember the name and it was becoming bothersome. He couldn't find anyone to help him so he was about to give up and leave.

Then he heard a familiar sound through the stacks, the sweetest little hum to ever grace his ears.

He turned the corner with the daze of someone following the scent of a pie and weirdly enough, there you were, wearing your earbuds, dancing around the shelves like a stage.

You had never looked more natural in his eyes. You were in your element, cracked completely open for anyone to see. He kind of didn't want to disturb you on account of it being his favorite thing to look at.

He saunters up even though you can't see him and he tapped you on the shoulder.

You flinched as if someone had screamed your name and yanked your ear free. "Jesus! You scared me." All he does is laugh at your anguish, and snatch your phone from your pocket to see what had you dancing like that.

"You were over here dancing to this girly music? I didn't know you listened to this kind of junk. That's cute."

You scowled. "Natasha Bedingfield is not junk. She made perfect music for the time period. You're just mad you can't listen to her without getting made fun of because you're a stupid boy. I bet you've never even felt such joy." You snag your phone back, dropping it and your earbuds in the cart away from his grabby hands.

He scoffed, leaning back as if you hit him.

"I'll have you know I'm not some sad human being just because I don't listen to music from the 2000s."

Your frown juts out when he says that, you couldn't stop it, it felt like he basically shot you in the chest.

"I don't know how to tell you this, sweetheart, but that's exactly what that means." You brought your clasped hands up to your mouth, shaking your head disappointed.

With that, you turned back around to your cart, doing your job since you had been abruptly stopped.

"I don't know what to comment on — the fact that you just called me sweetheart or stupid. I loved both, to be honest."

All of your resolve drained out of your body and you're giggling the way he missed hearing in his ears every night.

"You're so weird." You complained but it had no real burn to it since you're smiling. "So what brings you to the library? You're not stalking me again, are you?"

He almost forgets what he came in here for, seeing you washed everything else away.

"As much as I would love to consider this a visit to my favorite grump, unfortunately, I am here looking for a math book my teacher wanted me to read." His pupils lulled back, already done with this quest.

You go into work mode immediately, turning the corner with Heeseung in tow.

"Who's class is it for?" You trained on the shelf.

"Mr. Kim."

You spot it with precision, grabbing it with force. "You're lucky I had his class freshman year. Mr. Kim doesn't believe in helping his students. Instead he gives you this big ass book that's supposed to have all the answers, and weirdly enough, it kind of does." You hand it over.

"With this, you probably won't even need me anymore," you chuckle but it sounds fake, your heart didn't like the idea of him not being your life, and you were pretty sure he wouldn't be if he didn't want his grades to be better.

Out of nowhere, he tosses that book full-force behind him. It makes such a loud thud you jump.

"Dude, what the fuck?" You whispered harsh, you were the librarian, it was in your nature. "What was that for?"

"That book had some bad juju. I didn't like the way it looked at me."

"That doesn't mean you throw it! Go pick it up, right now."

"Yes, ma'am."

He shuffled over to where it landed, doing exactly what you asked with no argument, just putting back where you got it from.

"Yeah, nah, nevermind. I trust you more than any stupid book anyway."

He doesn't have a reason but he continues to follow you as you pushed the cart back to the front where it resided. Since you've done it so much these days, it was impulse going behind the desk and sitting in your stool. And since he has no sense, he follows back there too.

"You're not allowed back here!" You tried to create some semblance of professionalism but he didn't care, he was already touching your knickknacks.

"Relax, no one's trying to be in your librarian business. I just want to play with your toys."

You spent most of your time in the front so it only made sense to have things to entertain yourself with while you wasted away, i.e fidget toys that was gifted to you from Soul. He only gave you the ones he liked.

And now your slime balls were getting the life squeezed out of them because they were in the hands of a excited boy.

"Don't you have somewhere to be? Some beer to drink, some other girl to bother?" You slimmed your eyes at him, he seemed blissfully unaware.

"Are you coming to the Gamma party in a few weeks?"

"No." It seemed obvious, you actually couldn't even believe he was asking you. "I never go to Gamma parties."

"Really? Not even for your favorite person?" He pouted.

"Why would Yunjin want me at your party?"

He clutched his chest, falling back once again with that dramatic flare you had come to honestly enjoy.

"Sticks and stones, Y/n. That's all it is. It doesn't matter how bad you treat me because you wanna know why?"

You raised your eyebrows in intrigue.

His strong hands land on the sides of the stool, turning you toward him so you could see him fully. He leaned in until you were eye-to-eye, his breath fanning your face.

You stifle a giggle by covering your mouth.

"I can tell you like me just as I do. You wouldn't be all giggly if you weren't." He whispered.

You continue but you do move your hand to speak.

"What if it's because your breath stinks?" You wondered in between your little snickering.

To double down, he blows in your face to throw you off guard so he could plant a kiss right on your forehead.

"Ew!" You wipe the fictional smell out of the air.

He flees the scene before you could hit him like you wanted, going on the other side of the counter where he belonged.

You didn't want to touch it but your face burned where he kissed you, basically branding this affection on you and cementing just how much he was genuinely right.

"Ok, fine. I won't beg you to come if you don't want to. But at least, can you come by tomorrow? I need help with an assignment due next week."

You scoffed as if it was going to be tedious, out of the way and impossible but ultimately, you do miss spending time with him and you kind of didn't care about how you got it.

"Sure." You nodded.

"Awesome." He snapped. "Just to let you know though, most of the boys are going to be at the away game so we're going to have the house to ourselves. Ok, bye!"

He ran out before you could say anything else, just leaving you there with your flagrant dismay.

Tomorrow couldn't come quick enough.

The weather was not on your side it seemed. You planned on walking over to the frat house, it wasn't that far, and you've done it so many times before. But the moment you were almost there, the sky opened up and started spitting on you with ferocity.

You couldn't understand what you did to get such bad luck, you just pulled your hood up and ran.

You were lucky the Gamma house had a porch with a roof and that Heeseung didn't make you knock long. One rap and he was swinging the door wide open to reveal your soaking frame.

He was frowning instantly.

"Do you need me to buy you an umbrella?"

"I don't have one because it doesn't usually rain this much!" He grabbed your wrist, pulling you into the warmth. "Plus, I rarely leave my apartment."

He's rubbing your damp arms, hoping to bring some warmth into them.

"How about we get you a towel or maybe some drier clothes, yeah?"

Feeling like a really sad mop, you give him a solemn nod and grabbed his hand when he put it out to guide you up the stairs you had been up many a time before.

Although now, you're not going through the younger one's door.

Now you get the big one with the sign on it, the one that sparkled with words 'president'.

You don't know what you expect when he opens his door, up till now, Heeseung had continued to be an enigma.

You imagined the stereotype you were told about: the flashy, whorish rock-star vibe. You were told to be aware. But that wasn't what you were seeing right now, you didn't have a name for what this was.

His tidy sheets are what you catch first, it's very hard not to since his bed is so big. Probably the perks of being the president, you get the best sleeping quarters.

His room's actually the cleanest thing you've ever seen, it almost looked like no one lived in it.

He lets go of your hand in the middle of the room, leaving you there to explore with your eyes as he rifled through his drawers for something of his that might fit you enough.

He doesn't have many posters around, just a few in frames behind his bed. But even those seem too put together for a college student.

There's not even any demonic clothing piles you could confuse for people in the middle of the night. All of his dirty clothes divided in color piles in his hamper like a crazy person.

This wasn't the guy who was spewing all types of lines in your ear at night, trying to get a rise out of you. It wasn't even the guy who was lowkey stalking you.

You didn't think you knew this one at all.

"Here you go," he held his folded sweats out for you. Even they still looked as good as new. "You can change in the bathroom." And he directed you to the private door behind him.

You don't waste another second, running in and cracking the door just enough so he can't see you anymore.

Him being a gentleman, he still turned around, just in case he could get a glimpse of anything. He didn't want you to think he was perving on you like some weirdo.

He wasn't that type of guy.

You discarded all of your wet garments on his bathroom tile with a nasty plop. You don't think about them once they dropped, you felt liberated and you didn't want to stare down your oppressor.

"What should I do with my clothes?" You spoke through the door.

"You can leave them there, babe. I'll put them in the dryer for you, don't worry."

With that, you pull the oversized sweatshirt over your head, alongside the pajama pants that were too long. His height was never something that dawned on you until you were wearing his stuff.

They were covering your toes and actually dragging on the ground.

You bunched them up before finally turning the light off and returning back to his eerily empty room.

He's sitting on the edge of his bed now, pretending to be engorged in his phone and not like he was staring at the door, hoping to use telepathy to tell you to come out.

You can tell from how quickly its discarded.

When his gaze locked on you, he paused for a second, pupils widening with the heightened sense of a cat. You didn't have to look so cozy in his clothes.

He hadn't even done anything yet.

He cleared his throat even though it wasn't obstructed. Anything to not lose his cool this early.

"So are you going to make me do a scavenger hunt to find your books or are you going to make my job so much more easier?"

He smiled innocently.

"Of course not. I haven't eaten anything yet, and you know I can't think if I'm hungry, Y/n."

You were already on your first eye-roll of the day.

"I guess."

He stood up once you finally gave in, crossing the threshold so he could be in your space again, exactly in the way he missed in the last 24 hours.

"Well no one's going to drive out in this weather, that I know for sure. I wouldn't. And Jay doesn't really let me buy like pizza pockets or anything, says it's going to kill me quicker than all the instant noodles I eat. So we kind of only have ingredients here." He shrugged.

"Do you have any ground beef?" You inquired emotionlessly.

"Yeah." He confirmed.

"Do you have any spices?"

"Yeah."

"I have an idea."

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Yunjin always said you were a hazard in the kitchen, that all you knew how to do was make the simple things to keep yourself alive. You wanted to deny it, claim she was wrong but it was undeniable.

And one of those simple things you had mastered?

Tacos.

"Stop touching! You're going to burn yourself." You smacked his hand away for what felt like the fiftieth time.

"It's not my fault. It smells so good."

His hands wrapped around your middle like it's second nature, his head falling into the crook of your neck as you cooked on the stove.

"Where'd you learn how to make these?"

"You can learn how to make anything on internet these days. Especially when you don't have many places to go to."

He hears the disappointment in your voice, it knocked into him like book stacks. It clicked into his brain easily now that he knew what it sounded like.

"Not for lack of invitation. I asked you yesterday if you wanted—"

"Not parties, Hee. Definitely not yours. I wouldn't feel safe there." It was sad that it was true. He didn't want you to feel that way about something he only did to give people a good time.

He especially wanted to be able to show you some fun. Without inhibitions the way it was meant to be when you were young.

You deserved it.

"Even if my parties were dangerous — which they're not — I would protect you from any and everything that could harm you. I wouldn't invite you somewhere you wouldn't be protected."

"Mhm."

Your agreement could barely hold water, you're not looking at him, still focused on your task in front of you. You don't believe him and he wants so badly to shake that way of thinking right out of you.

He proves to be too eager in his quest to change your mind because he moved too quick and hits the pan right where the fire is and singed the tip of his finger.

"Ah, fuck!"

He buckled over and whimpered like it was the end of the world.

If there was one way to throw him off his rhythm, it was when he hurt himself. He never knew how to handle it. He reverted back into a baby, that's how low his pain tolerance was.

"You dummy! I told you it was hot." You were squatting down in front of him in no time. "Did your mom never teach you how to listen? Let me see, you baby." You grabbed his hand with force, investigating the growing boil on the tip of his pointer.

It wasn't as bad as he was making it out to be but you had to admit, he was cute when he was being dramatic.

"Where is your first aid kit?"

He uses his head to point underneath the sink, still wincing at the shiny sore beginning.

You moved fast, grabbing the little box and lifting him in on swoop.

You ripped his big ring off before turning on the water. He freezes once it splashes back at him, almost like a deer in the headlights.

"No, what are you doing?" He panicked, pulling back as if the water was going to be another thing that was about to burn him.

"I know what I'm doing. You have to run it under cool water first. I promise I'm not trying to kill you. Just let me help you."

That's enough to get him to stop fighting; he lets you rinse him (not without a fuss), you rub some burn cream right on the sight really rapidly to his chagrin, and you cover it up with a band-aid.

"I'm sorry, those dumb boys expect you to be their guide and you get put down by a pan? You are hopeless."

He doesn't say anything as you begin repackaging everything back up, his eyes are locked on you in way that's still examining, still confused if he's looking at you or someone else.

"How did you do that?" He sounds so far away, out of his body, like he's not the one asking the question.

"Do what, sweetheart?"

"Lock in so quickly for me just now. I acted like a complete child and you knew what to do immediately."

You meet his gaze with a light he had never seen in you. It definitely wasn't helping from how his heart was beating out of his chest right now. It certainly didn't make it better when you pushed your glasses up either.

"Have you never had anyone help you before?"

He looked up, recalling any instance in his life before now, scanning everything for the kind of action he had just gotten from you.

"Besides my mom when I was a kid, no. I figured I'm an adult, no one was going to save me so I had to do it myself."

You were shaking your head before he could even let the sentence marinate.

"That's not true. Everyone needs help sometimes. Even cute little dumb presidents." You kissed his bandaged finger with a smile.

You finished cooking without any hassle, he sits away from the stove just in case it wants to bite him again. You snickered at his antics but you didn't outwardly make fun of him. Somehow you figured it was his first time feeling this way.

When you're done, he tells you it'll be better if you ate in his bed. Apparently it was the most comfortable spot to eat in in the entire frat house. Mostly because it's where he had a lot of his meals.

You obliged, a comfy seat would never be turned down.

You two sat side-by-side against his headboard, knees bumping as you ate for what seemed like the first time in ages. Neither had ate today so that might have contributing.

And since tacos were one of the only dishes you could do really well, it was gone before either you could say a word.

All that was left behind was a content hum harmonizing in his quiet room.

"You're going to call me dramatic for this too, but I honestly don't care. That was one of the best meals I think I ever had." He rubbed his stomach, giving his food a nice pet on his way through his body.

"Weirdly enough, you're not the first boy to tell me that."

He takes your plate from you, stacking them up on his side table, out of the way.

"Oh yeah? Was the other one that cheating asshole? Don't listen to him. Matter fact, don't even mention him. As far as I'm concerned, he is a stain. If anyone else compliments your food, use me as a reference, not him."

You snorted like a woman in a trance, it almost didn't even sound like you for a second. "Ok, noted. Although, do you think you can talk about him that way having not known him?"

His beautiful browns locked on you like it was his job.

"I don't care if it was my best friend, he deserves double what he did to you. Maybe worse. You are too special of a girl to cheat on. I have to fight for your attention because he had it and he fucking wasted it. In my head, he's a loser."

As numb as you wished you could play it, that last sentence touched something in your supposed-dead heart and made it burn. Not the life-ending kind but the one you didn't know you missed until he returned it to you.

It didn't even seem to affect him the way it did you, this was just a normal Thursday for him.

The world just had to make him extra charming today.

It was pissing you off.

And making you want to kiss him a little.

You hadn't even noticed that he had gotten closer in saying that, his knee was now hovering over yours, your shoulders also touching from the proximity.

He was doing it on purpose and you couldn't find it in you to shun it anymore.

"You don't mean that." You shook your head, mustering up the last little fight you had left.

He cuts through it easily with that devilish smile of his. His strong hand came up, cradling your cheek like he wanted from the moment he met you. Your heart betrays you, making you lean into it.