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Kim Rok Soo truly does not know what he should do when you came and knocked on his door around eleven at night, soaking wet from head to toe and shivering.

"C-Can I c-come i-in?" You stuttered through gritted teeth, hugging yourself to warm up.

He stepped aside, letting you into his warm apartment. He closed the door and locked it, looking over you.

"I-I wa-was on m-my way h-home f-f-from the office a-and--" You began to explain and Kim Rok Soo nodded his head, not needing your explanation. It was clear you had wanted to go back home from the office and didn't check the weather for tonight, eventually getting soaked by the rain.

Your apartment was still quite a long way to reach by foot and you'd always pass by his building, so must've run to his apartment before your condition gets worse.

"You need a warm shower," he said, turning to walk towards his own bathroom. "Take off your shoes and come in quickly."

You did as he told, tip-toeing to the bathroom and hugging yourself to warm up. Once you got inside the bathroom, he placed a spare towel for you on the sink to dry off and a smaller one for your hair.

"F-fuck," you cursed, taking off your wet blazer. "I-I'm so fucking c-cold."

"Please be patient," Kim Rok Soo replied, turning on his shower. "Hopefully it won't take too long--"

He turns around to face you and froze in his place, seeing that you had taken off your blazer, leaving you in a wet white shirt that was allowing him to see your bra.

At that moment, his hand that had been on the towel gripped the fabric, planning to throw it towards you as an instinct but he held himself back. Adjusting his pants with the other hand, Kim Rok Soo turns his eyes away, grabbing the towel on the sink and handing it to you, "The water will get warm in a moment, so keep on checking."

"T-thanks, R-Rok Soo," you whispered, clutching the dry towel to your chest, unaware of what you had just done to him as you watch him leave the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

"I'll come in and fetch your clothes to have them dried," he added, standing by the door, his silhouette visible behind the foggy glass of the bathroom door.

"Okay," you replied. "Thanks, Rok Soo. I didn't know where else to go."

Kim Rok Soo glanced to the side, hand coming up to cover the light blush that had begun to cover his cheeks, "Just don't get sick."

Meanwhile, you smiled listening to his nonchalant voice.

If compassion is a human being, it would take the form of Kim Rok Soo.

He was silent and strong, and while he could be a bit cold, he was kind when it was needed. He was never the type of person to make you feel small or helpless when you needed help. He urges you to stand back up and do your best.

He wasn't much of a gentle person, but you knew he was soft.

You always liked that about him, to the point you managed to have a crush on him.

The both of you didn't talk much at first because he was distant and only ever been found when Lee Soo Hyuk and Choi Jung Soo were around, but with those two's influence, you could finally see the ridiculous side of him.

With that, the two of you finally got closer because he became easier to approach -- easier to tease. He was open to invitations to drink together and have lunch, but not when it was after working hours because he liked to rest. He remembers everything that you say and it flattered you a bit despite knowing that it's his ability doing its thing.

None of those logical reasons could help the crush you had on him, because as time passed by and you continuously saw him grow and worked alongside him, you realized that maybe this crush isn't something that you could call simply as that.

Maybe it's something deeper.

Maybe love?

Either way, the world is still in peril and you doubt that Kim Rok Soo would make room for that in his life, especially not after his two best friends had died.

Now years have passed and while you know he missed them, Kim Rok Soo no longer has that pained look in his russet eyes whenever you mention them.

You contemplate your friendship with Kim Rok Soo while letting the warm water hit your face. Kim Rok Soo might be someone who's still a bit closed off, but at least you were both close enough for him to be so kind to you this way.

A knock was heard from the bathroom door and you called out, "Come in!"

Kim Rok Soo entered the bathroom, carrying a basket for your wet clothes and some of his older clothes that he thought could maybe fit you. "I don't have any clothes for you other than my old ones."

His russet eyes glanced for a moment at the shower door, where only the middle part was fogged up. Your feet up to your calves were visible and he could see the top of your head.

"It's okay," you replied to him, voice a bit timid.

Despite the foggy glass hiding your body away from him, this still felt too vulnerable for friends. Too exposing.

You hug yourself, facing away from him.

"I'll be drying off your clothes," he said, picking up the pile of wet clothes on top of the sink. He paused a bit when he realized right underneath the shirt he just picked up was your navy blue bra, the ones he had seen before.

Kim Rok Soo inhaled, closing his eyes in a way to control the erratic beating of his heart before he picked the bra up and placed it along with your pink pastel underwear in the basket.

"I'll make you some tea," he said before leaving you in the bathroom.

You rubbed your face with the warm water, exhaling in defeat.

Damn it.

When you were finally done with your shower, you saw the clothes he had placed on the sink. He had given you a pair of dark shorts, boxers, and a shirt you had seen him wear a couple of times from a few years ago when he wasn't as built as now.

You picked up the shirt to your face, inhaling the faint scent of detergent Kim Rok Soo had been using for years. You wondered if it was that good of a brand for him to be so loyal to it. You wrapped your hair with the smaller towel and use the larger one to dry off, glancing at the bathroom door several times whenever you hear Kim Rok Soo shuffling outside.

"Holy shit," you murmured, slipping on the boxers and having them plopping back onto the floor.

You gulped, taking it off and deciding to go commando. You tightened the band of the shorts around your waist, noting how it was loose around your thighs. While putting on the shirt, you cursed the man that is Kim Rok Soo for being so tall.

Once you got out of the bathroom, the boxers you decided to skip on were already folded on the sink. You hoped he wouldn't notice that you weren't wearing any underwear and you hoped you wouldn't have to explain it to the man himself.

"I'm done," you announced while leaving the bathroom.

You saw Kim Rok Soo in the kitchen, most likely still preparing some tea. You noticed how tall he was now, having to look down and bending a bit to the counter. His shoulders were wide and you imagine wrapping your arms around his narrow waist and placing your head on his back.

He glanced back for a second. "Just sit down and I'll bring your tea."

You did as he said so, sitting on the end of the couch, hands on your lap. You looked around his apartment, smiling a bit because not much had changed since the last time you visited.

You rarely visit his apartment since you know how much he loves his privacy. The times you visit him are usually very quick, like coming over to just give him something or maybe borrowing a book. There was a few times time where you visited because you wanted to try new food with him but you never went out of line.

'This is the first time I've ever worn his clothes,' you thought, a bit giddy and flustered.

"Here you go. It's lavender." Kim Rok Soo appeared with two mugs of tea, each in his hand. You accepted it smiling as he sat on the other end of the couch.

"The rain isn't subsiding," you commented, hearing the loud and intense pitter-patter of the rain outside of the apartment. "How am I going to make it home?"

Your apartment was a bit further away than his, living on the outskirts of town as well. You weren't much of a lone wolf like he was. You genuinely liked living in the outskirts. Whenever you have the day off, you can relax and enjoy everything by yourself without being bothered by the city that was slowly bustling as it's getting used to the monster invasions.

Both of you had similar mindsets -- a home is a place of rest and you shouldn't be remembering your concerns at home, hence the reason why the two of you chose to live far away from the company office and from the rest of your co-workers.

Kim Rok Soo sat beside you on the couch, putting a respectful distance from you. He glanced at the way his shirt was a bit too big on you and his shorts that stops below your thighs, giving him a view of your scarred legs and arms from years of battling monsters.

"Oh, this is really good," you commented after sipping your tea. Kim Rok Soo's russet eyes stayed on your thighs as they brushed together before he turns his gaze away, taking out his phone nonchalantly as if he hadn't been ogling you.

"Looks like it's going to be a heavy pour with thunderstorms all night long," he told you after checking the weather app.

You lifted your knees up to your chest, listening to the rain rattling against the windows of Kim Rok Soo's apartment. You glanced at the man himself who was staring mindlessly at his phone, scrolling whatever app he was in.

Lightning struck from the sky, lightening up the apartment and shining on the sharp edges of Kim Rok Soo's profile. The man was such a beauty that your breath was caught in your throat for a moment, knowing that you were perhaps going to be the only one to be able to see him like this -- casually dressed and guards down.

"Stay for the night."

The sound of thunder followed after, snapping you out of your thoughts and forcing you to digest what words had left Kim Rok Soo's lips. Did his lips move? Did he turn to look at you? Was he actually talking?

You were so caught up in the beauty of him that you completely lost yourself.

"I, huh?" You mumbled, confused and a bit nervous.

"Stay for the night," he repeated, turning off his phone screen and slipping the gadget back into his pockets. "You can leave when the rain finally stops. Probably tomorrow afternoon."

"Are you sure?" You asked, very much aware that he valued his private space more than anyone else you knew.

"Yes," he confirms, placing his tea on the coffee table before standing up from the couch. "Ask me one more time and I'll kick you out."

You looked up at him with a smile slowly growing on your face. "Thanks, Rok Soo. I'll just sleep on the couch."

"Suit yourself," he says. "I'll fetch you your blanket and pillows."

"Thanks, Rok Soo!"

Kim Rok Soo waves his hand dismissively as he walks to the laundry room.

Kim Rok Soo sat on his bed, staring at the window and watching the raindrops fall on the glass panes. The rain wasn't subsiding and he wonders in silence if you're still up and thinking about whether you could go home or not.

His eyes turned to the large umbrella that was leaning on the corner of his bedroom -- an umbrella he had quietly hidden from you while you were in the bathroom. Why didn't he give it to you and just send you on your way? Why did he have to hide one of the solutions he could provide to you?

'I'm an idiot,' he thought to himself.

Because now he's stuck in this situation. A situation only hormonal teenage boys get themselves into.

The image of your bra is still lingering in his mind -- not like he can forget ever seeing it -- and not only that, he had to keep on adjusting his trousers whenever he sees you walking around with his shirt. He never pegged himself to be one having a liking to such things but seeing you with his clothes and making yourself at home in his abode stirs his stomach and made his chest feels sickeningly warm.

Kim Rok Soo lets his body fall onto the bed, closing his eyes and begging his body to please let him rest, but the moment he closes his eyes, the image of your wet white shirt clinging onto your skin and the silhouette of your body from the foggy shower glass came back.

Worst of all, he had seen the boxers you left out in the bathroom.

'She's walking around without wearing any underwear,' he thought, hand unconsciously slowly going down his crotch.

Kim Rok Soo closes his eyes in frustration. "Shit."

He glanced at the window, seeing the heavy rain pouring nonstop. The noise of the storm could maybe--

Kim Rok Soo grabbed his pillow and smack his face with it. 'What the fuck am I thinking? Are you fucking serious?'

You were quite literally outside of his room and probably still awake. Also jerking off at the image of you felt wrong, very very wrong because you were not being purposefully sexual. To view you like that felt... objectifying.

Kim Rok Soo repeated those words in his head -- that this is against his principles to be doing such things as he slowly tugs down his boxers, letting his semi-hard cock. He lets out a shudder as he wraps his hand around his cock, pumping slowly.

He closed his eyes as he began to thought about you. You weren't wearing any underwear while you were with him. He imagines having you on top of him, kissing him relentlessly while grinding on his bulge. He wants you to grind on his cock, soaking his boxers wet as you mewl his name over and over again and yelping as he tugs on your nipples.

"Fuck," Kim Rok Soo breathed out. He pulled his hand back, spitting on his palm before palming his cock again, chest rising up and down quickly as he stroked himself.

He imagines you on his cock while still wearing your navy blue bra. He could slide his cock in-between your tits, the tip hitting your mouth every time he thrust it to you. Would you touch yourself as he fucks your tits? Maybe you'd shove your fingers into your pussy, mouth open to welcome his cock into your mouth.

Kim Rok Soo threw his arm over his eyes, quickening his pumping on his cock. "Fuck, [Name]..."

He imagines having your pretty lips wrapped around his cock, tongue swirling as you take his full length into your mouth. He wants the lipstick you always wear to work to stain the base of his cock, to see you covered in saliva and his cum.

"[Name]," he moans out, hips bucking as he imagines you slipping his cock into you, your pussy swallowing him whole into your body, warm and welcoming. You'd place your hands onto his stomach, taking a moment to let yourself get used before you'd began bouncing on him, letting out shudders and small whispers of his name.

"[Name], fuck, you're--"

"Rok Soo--?"

Kim Rok Soo jumped, looking up to see that the object of his desire is now standing in the hallway of his bedroom, mouth gaping in shock, eyes not looking at him but the erection he was having and the fact that he was touching himself.

"I, uhm--" You began to stutter, face red in embarrassment as Kim Rok Soo scrambled to get his blanket to cover himself. "I, I heard you call for me?"

"Fuck, no, no, I didn't call for you--" Kim Rok Soo denied at first and then realization slapped him across the face as he realized that the rain outside had began subsiding.

"Fuck, [Name], I swear--" he began, face reddening in shame. How was he going to explain this to you? 'Hey, I was jacking off to you'?

"I knocked and--and then I heard you kept calling, and I just--" You were trying your best to explain, but you couldn't take your eyes off the bulge on the blankets. Your face reddens as you recalled what he actually looked like.

Kim Rok Soo takes a huge deep breath, trying to calm himself a bit. He lets out a sigh and states in a nonchalant voice, "I wasn't calling for you."

"But I heard--"

"Yes, I was saying your name," Kim Rok Soo clarifies. "But I wasn't calling for you."

Kim Rok Soo closed his eyes, not able to see your face after having been caught red-handed. He was too immersed in his thoughts that he hadn't realized the rain was slowly subsiding and couldn't even hear the knocks on his door.

What would happen now? You would probably feel disgusted with him and would refuse to ever talk to him again. Kim Rok Soo would have no qualms if that happens because he understands, though that doesn't mean it won't give him a heartache every time you would turn away from him.

You covered your mouth when you realized what he meant. This man was... saying your name while he was touching himself? Is it bad that you feel flattered?

You grip at the edge of your -- well, Kim Rok Soo's -- shirt as you thought about what you should do.

"Do--" You gulped. "Do you want some help?"

Kim Rok Soo slowly turns to you. "What?"

You entered his room, closing the door behind you. "I-I can help."

You stared at his russet eyes that seemed black with how dim his bedroom is. He returned your look, watching as your eyes fleeting from the sheets for a moment before looking back at him.

He shook his head. "N-No. Don't force yourself--"

"But I'm not," you quickly cut him off, approaching the bed. "I-I want to help."

Kim Rok Soo sees your face going darker as blood rushed to your face as you talk, fiddling with your fingers. "I've been... crushing on you for some time... Years, maybe."

Kim Rok Soo wants to smash his head against a wall. Wasn't a confession of feelings supposed to happen in a quiet setting with both parties properly dressed? Why did he had to make you confess your feelings while he's dealing with a hard-on thinking about letting you fuck him?

"S, So if you don't mind," you continued shyly. "Let me help."

Kim Rok Soo gulped. Isn't this good? He had just received your confirmation about your feelings and you would also help him out with this problem. He began to shuffle a bit away from you, giving you space to climb onto.

"L-Let me do the same to you," he stuttered and then cursed himself internally for doing so.

With a face now blazing hot, you pulled on the shorts and tug them down. You step away from the shorts on the ground and climbed onto the bed, watching Kim Rok Soo tear away the sheets from his lap, showing his erection and the precum that was slowly appearing on the slit of his cock.

"Slow down," he says with a small frown, placing your hand on his chest to feel the quick pace of his heartbeat. "Let's start slow, okay?"

You leaned down to him, both of you closing your eyes when your lips met in a gentle kiss. You were eager to open your mouth when he licked your lips, letting him shove his tongue onto your mouth and letting him toy with your tongue however he pleases.

You grabbed his large hand, slipping it underneath the shirt you're wearing, and direct him right onto your breast. Kim Rok Soo immediately began massaging it, pinching and pulling on your nipple as he swap spit with you.

His other hand pulls up his shirt a bit, showing off the scarred muscles on his stomach before he grabs your thigh, forcing you to straddle his stomach, your warm pussy pressing on his naked skin. You positioned yourself so the bulging muscles on his stomach press up on your clit, grinding on his abs as he kisses and grope you to his heart's content.

"Keep doing that," he murmured in-between kisses, one hand holding you by the ass to keep you moving. He pulls away from the kiss and lets you take off the shirt you had on, glancing up at you for a moment to ask if you're sure about it.

"Do what you want," you said with a huff, trying your best to not yelp in pain when your clit brushes against a rough scar he had. His stomach was slowly getting wet with your fluids and you were more easy to move with how sloppy everything had gotten.

Kim Rok Soo wraps his mouth around your nipples, sucking and biting on them as you kept on pleasuring yourself with his scars and muscles, relentless as you're trying to chase your orgasm.

"I've liked you for so long," you whisper, feeling your abdomen contracting, "Please, please make me yours tonight."

Kim Rok Soo bit on your nipple and pulled them with his teeth, listening to the melodious moan you let out. He lets go of your nipple and murmured, "You want to go all the way?"

"Yes," you whimpered. "Please?"

Kim Rok Soo chewed on his inner cheek for a moment. He lets go of your ass to craddle cheek and kiss you as his answer, slow and sensual.

You tilt your head, relief filling your nerves while returning his kiss. You hear the rain outside began to pour again and you thought of how convenient it was for the world to make such a noise when you're about to get piped.

"I love you," you whispered in-between kisses.

Kim Rok Soo pulls away from the kiss, staring into your [e/c] eyes to look for the genuine gaze your tone had managed to impart. He sees your soft gaze, eyes a bit watery as you look down on him.

"I..." He stopped himself, feeling like the word felt so foreign to his tongue. He could easily said it, but underneath the intense emotions of your gaze, he finds himself mute and yet unable to tear his eyes from yours.

You placed your hand on his cheek, thumb caressing the apple of his cheek. "It's okay. You don't have to return—"

"I do," he cuts you off. "I do. I just... can't say it."

You didn't frown and immediately question him why. Instead, you nodded in understanding. "Alright."

"I feel the same, [Name], I do," he whispered to you, as if he was sharing the secrets of the universe and not even the universe itself is allowed to know. "But I—"

"I know," you murmured. "Take your time, love."

The petname managed to tug his heartstrings. He didn't like that he had to keep you waiting but he also recognized that if he were to say it now, it would not feel genuine.

He wants to say it to you once he could finally accept the warm feeling in his chest and the jolt in his stomach as something normal and right now, having you on top of him, your scent invading his senses, and your eyes being the only thing he could look at, Kim Rok Soo doubted he could focus.

He kissed you, letting your lips mold together and move against one another in perfect sync. He placed both hands on your ass, guiding you to grind on his scarred stomach.

He tries to silence your whimpers and moans but kissing for too long robs you of oxygen and you had to pull away, leaning on his shoulder and huffing as he helps you to get yourself off.

"Rok Soo, ahh—" You curled your toes as you felt yourself cumming, your cum dripping down and soaking Kim Rok Soo's stomach. "Hahh, ahhh..."

"Did you cum?" He questioned in a murmur, pushing you a bit so you can show him your pussy. He sees your cum on his stomach, noticing that some was still dribbling out from your pussy to his stomach, and let out a low chuckle, "You're soaking wet."

He took of his shirt and threw it to the side, not caring where it fell. He used his thumb to gather up the dribbling cum from around your pussy, sucking on it afterwards.

"How long do I have to do this...?" You asked, embarrassed that you were spread open for him.

Kim Rok Soo used two hands, spreading your pussy wide open before he sticks his middle finger into your hole. You let out a sigh, listening as his fingers began to pump in and out of you, accompanied by the squelching sounds of your cum.

"You're tight," he commented. "We have to prep you up for me, don't you think so?"

"Y-Yes," you replied, moaning when he pushed another finger into you. "Oh, Rok Soo..."

"Keep talking, sweet girl," he told you, finding himself enjoying the way his name rolls off your tongue. "Say my name."

"Rok Soo~" You moaned, feeling him began to make scissoring motions inside of you. "Rok Soo, please fuck me."

"You can do better than that, sweetheart," he urges, inserting a third finger into you. You had to stifle a loud moan when he began moving them inside you, the rough pads of his fingers running along your sensitive walls.

"Rok Soo, I want your cock in me," you slurred. "Please, please, I want your cock in my cunt."

"There you go..." Kim Rok Soo compliments with a small grin, his other hand pinching your clit and you flinched. "What else do you want me to do?"

"I want you to fill me up, please," you plead, legs trembling as he began to quicken the pace of his fingers. You feel your stomach contracting again when he began to rub your clit. "Fill me up with you cum, hahh. Make me your cumdump, Rok Soo nghhh."

"What a dirty request," he hummed, watching how your legs are twitching by his hips. "Have you always been a dirty little whore, [Name]?"

"Only for — fuck, fuck, ahh — only for you, love," you whimpered, the tension in your abdomen building up. "Please, please, ahhh, I'll do anything, ahnn, just please fuck me."

"Fuck," he murmured, feeling your walls throbbing around his fingers before it gets tighter and tighter and eventually loosen, cum slowly oozing out of your whole and making it easier for him to slip his fingers out.

"Open your mouth for me," he says, shoving his fingers into your open mouth and letting you suck them clean. You look at him as you do so, eyes still intense with love and lust.

You give his fingertips a kiss before he pulls them away, going down to spread open your labia. He grins, caressing the clit with the rough pad of his thumb. "Such a pretty cunt. I can't wait to fuck my cum into you."

He switched the position, having you lay down on the bed as he spreads your legs and lift them to his shoulders. Years of fighting by your side, he knows exactly how flexible you are and your stamina.

"I want to fuck this cunt until it's all red and swollen," he said, playing with your folds. "That's what you want, right?"

"Yes, yes, fuck yes," you whimpered, your hands coming up to spread open your pussy for him. "Please make me your whore. Use me however you want, Rok Soo."

"Ssh." He gave himself a few pumps before rubbing his tip on your hole, feeling how they stretch out as they welcome him.

He lets out a low groan once he slipped in, your walls enveloping his cock into a warmness not even his hand could ever provide him when he's jacking off. He grips at the back of your knees and pushed them down until your knees are to your chest, forcing you to bend yourself to take more of him.

"So warm," he grunts, staring at you whose eyes had rolled to the back of your head and slurring your words.

"So perfect for me," he whispered to you. "My own little whore."

"Rok Soo—" You whined, breathless and nearly sobbing. You never knew it was possible to be able to cum just from slipping it in. "B-big, you're too big—"

"I know, baby, I know," he replied. "Hold on for me, alright?"

"Good girl," he continued, pushing in deeper into you. "You're taking my cock so good, [Name]. You can do it, I know you can."

The stretch to adjust to his cock was deliciously painful and the only way you can help yourself was by listening to him, listening to him calm you down and arouse you so you'd get even more wetter and easier for him to slide in.

"[Name], you look so pretty," he murmured, looking down at where you're both connected. "Your cunt looks so pretty taking my cock like this."

"Rok Soo~" You whimpered. "It's yours, baby..."

"Fuck, you're sexy," he grunts, forcing your legs down and leaning to give the back of your calves a kiss. You gripped onto your calves, keeping your legs in place.

He began to move his hips, pulling almost completely out before pushing in again. You let out a loud moan almost immediately.

"Let me hear how good I'm making you feel, baby," he says.

"Hahhh, Rok Soo," you whimpered breathlessly. "You're so big, don't stop, pleaseee."

"I'll never stop," he replies, trying his best to control himself. "You're too good, I don't — hahh, shit — I don't think I can stop, baby."

He stopped pushing when he felt his tip bump into something inside of you and gulped when you let out a delicious sob that stirred something in his chest. Your hole became slippery whenever he bumps it and he began rubbing your clit, helping him with penetration.

"Rok Soo, please, I can't take it anymore," you pleaded with tears streaking your face. "Please fuck me hard."

Kim Rok Soo moves his hips, pumping his cock in and out of you. Your walls were throbbing, slippery and yet trying to take more of him, sucking him in deeper into you. You were so warm and welcoming but he knew he couldn't push in anymore.

You were slurring your words, "please"s and his name falling from your lips in a string of noises that Kim Rok Soo could barely hear in-between your moans and whimpers.

He felt your walls suddenly tightening around him before they expand, your legs trembling and twicthing. "Oh, fuck, Rok Soo," you whimpered, your thighs trembling, a bit in pain from the orgasm as he kept on stretching you, the pain mixing with the pleasure of your clit being abused again with the tough pad of his thumb.

Kim Rok Soo forces out another orgasm out of you, watching in awe as your hole envelope his cock and the glisten of your cum that covers his shaft whenever he pulls back.

"So wet," he murmured huskily, his thumb spreading open your labia and watching as more cum began dripping out of you as he pushed into you. He imagines having you full of his cum and it leaking out whenever he pushes in, white sticky fluid all over your pussy. "Can't wait to fill you up."

"Please," you whispered needily. "Please, I need it in me."

Kim Rok Soo pumps in and out of you, increasing his pace. He lets you whimper and moan however you like, sure that the sound of thunderstorms outside would be able to cover it from his neighbors.

He slowly was able to fit more into you, eager to finally be fully enveloped by you. He can feel his balls tightening and when he came, he immediately filled you with hot spurts of his cum and painting your insides white.

"Nghh, Rok Soo," you whispered, feeling the hot cum filling you and spreading in your abdomen. You writhe in your spot, letting the tension in your abdomen go and cumming as well.

"There you go," your lover murmured, pulling back a bit to pump his cock and groaning in satisfaction as more cum spurts out into you, filling you to the brim. "Take it all, sweetheart. This is what you wanted, right?"

"Y-Yesss," you replied obediently, body still twitching from your orgasm. Kim Rok Soo was making sure to empty his load into you until the last drop, pulling out only after he was done.

He wrapped his hand around his cock, pumping it with your mixed cum as lube. You let your legs fall to the bed, still spread open wide for him. He led the tip to gather the leaking cum around your pussy before pushing in again, prompting you to let out a moan.

"I'm not satisfied yet," he stated, leaning down to pepper your face with kisses. "You said you want to be filled, right? Once isn't enough."

He pushed in, thick, white fluids leaking out of you when he does so. You let out a sigh and Kim Rok Soo stared at the bulge of your stomach when he pushed in, caressing it gently before pushing it down with his palm.

"Ahh, shit, that's—" You closed your eyes in pleasure. "—so good..."

He hummed, keeping his hand there before moving his hips, thrusting in and out of you. He could push himself more easily into you this time and more deeper and he was more than willing to fuck you more often till you're able to take him in full.

You mewled when he began upping his thrusts, sometimes testing the waters by pushing more of his cock into you with every thrust into your cunt. He rubbed your clit, watching with satisfaction when you let out a long moan and move your hips along with his thrusts.

"Rok Soo, I'm gonna cum again," you murmured, your pussy throbbing from the penetration and overstimulation. There's the urge to push him away, to stop him from abusing your poor, swollen cunt, and to just give you a break, but instead you found yourself spreading yourself wider for him, to take more, to keep him in place, because you've never felt so fulfilled before.

"You're so nice to me," you hear Kim Rok Soo praise you. "All this pussy for me to use? You're such a good little whore."

"Only for you, baby," you hummed, pulling him close so you could kiss him. His hand came up to your throat, large enough to cover the front side of your neck before he began squeezing the sides.

He shoved his tongue inside of your mouth twirling your tongue with his and exploring every crevice of your mouth with it. He made sure to loosen up his grip on your throat whenever your breaths became erratic and paused on kissing you, moving his hips slowly.

His pelvis hits your sopping wet ones, both of you barely able to listen to the sound of wet skin meeting wet skin and the sound your pussy would make whenever he thrust into you due to the rain outside.

"Ah, hahh, I-I'm cumming--" You let out a strained whine when you came, closing your eyes and frowning when you squirted all over his cock.

Kim Rok Soo finally pushed deeper until he was buried to the hilt. He let out a guttural sound and pulls away from you, burying his face to the crook of your neck and breathing out, "Oh, fuck, [Name]."

You threw your head back, wrapping your arms around him and scratching his back. "'so big..."

Kim Rok Soo peppers the side of your face with kisses, thrusting in and out quickly, now able to feel you completely. He feels your nails digging deep into his back and knows it would be bleeding tomorrow, but all he can think about is how good your pussy felt around him.

He makes sure to rub your clit, rough and furious once he could feel his balls becoming tense. He quckens his pace, his tip continiously pressing against the tip of your cervix and you let out a strained cry as the pain and pleasure mixed into a sensation that had you squirting again.

"R-Rok Soo! I, I can't--!" You cried out, the overstimulation nearly driving you nuts.

"Hang on for me, baby," Kim Rok Soo huffs out, sweat stinging the scratches that you've left on his back. He hears you cry and then cursed, "F-fuck, I'm almost there--"

"Please, please, I can't take it--Ack!"

You gasped, feeling Kim Rok Soo's hot cum filling you. You claw at his back as he kept on moving, whining and writhing while he's empting himself into you till the last drop.

"Take it all, baby," he breathed out, leaning back and pulling you with him so you wouldn't separate. He smacks your ass and you twitched. He placed two hands on your ass cheeks, lifting you a bit from the bed and moving you slowly up and down his cock.

"R-Rok Soo, I'm tired," you mumbled, holding onto his biceps and burying your nails to his skin when you're could feel another orgasm building up. Kim Rok Soo hums, rubbing your clit and watching as you came undone for the last time tonight.

"S-shit," you cursed. "I won't be able to walk home tomorrow."

"Good," he replied, pulling out his flaccid cock from you and plunging his fingers into you to plug you up.

"More for me."

You stared up at the man, seeing intense lust pooling in his russet eyes as he stared at you. You gulped.

By 8 a.m., you’re surviving purely on five hours of sleep, caffeine deprivation, and spite. Mostly spite.

The ER thankfully isn’t exploding yet, but the overnight shift already left behind enough disaster to ruin your mood.

You stand at the nurses’ station with a chart in hand mid-rant while Nurse Yang calmly drinks tea beside you like she’s witnessed this exact breakdown a thousand times before.

“I’m serious,” you complain “If ortho ignores one more consult page I’m sawing bones myself.”

“Mhm”

“And why,” you continue, flipping through scans aggressively, “did somebody discharge Bed 4 without repeat labs? Why are people like this?”

“Mhm”

“I’m surrounded by incompetence”

Nurse Yang takes another peaceful sip. “You say that every morning”

“Because every morning people continue disappointing me”

Right as you finish speaking, the ER doors slide open. You don’t even look up fully.

“Oh great here we go” you mutter

Instead of chaos, an iced coffee lands gently on the counter beside your chart.

You blink. Look down. Your order. Exactly your order. Your head lifts immediately.

And there he is. Choi Seungcheol stands on the other side of the nurses’ station dressed casually for once. Just broad shoulders and unfairly handsome morning face somehow completely unaffected by the concept of exhaustion.

You stare at him then the coffee then back at him again

“…What?”

The corner of his mouth lifts slightly “You sounded angry over text”

“I am angry.”

“I know.”

Then he casually places another paper bag onto the counter. Curious, you peek inside. Bread. Croissants. Garlic bread. Even melon bread. 

Your head snaps up again.

Seungcheol shrugs once “You didn’t mention which one you liked. So I got a few” 

The nurses around you immediately start making noises.

“Oh my god.

“That’s so sweet.”

“Doctor, marry him.”

“And,” Seungcheol adds calmly, nodding toward another tray behind him, “I got coffee for the staff too”

Head Nurse Yang suddenly smiles at him warmly “Handsome and generous,” she says approvingly 

“Are you perhaps married?”

“Nurse Yang!” You gasp dramatically before Seungcheol can answer 

She ignores you completely “I have nieces.”

“Please stop trying to recruit my man ” you complain immediately. Seungcheol’s eyebrows lift.

Your man.

You point accusingly at Nurse Yang “I called dibs.”

The entire nurses’ station erupts into laughter instantly. Even Seungcheol laughs under his breath. Those stupid dimples appear again. That finally gets a full laugh out of him. Warm and deep enough that several nurses nearby suddenly look interested. 

You immediately grab your coffee before anyone else can flirt with him

“Mine,” you mutter possessively

Seungcheol watches you shove the straw in and take your first sip like your life depends on it. The exhaustion on your face eases almost instantly.

Then you dig into the pastry bag with equal excitement.

“How did you even know my order?” you ask suspiciously between sips

“You complain specifically about bad coffee”

“That doesn’t answer the question”

“You’re predictable.”

You narrow your eyes at him while chewing then point your pastry at him threateningly.

“Careful. I know how to remove organs”

“Yes ma’am.”

Your soul leaves your body briefly. Nurse Yang catches it immediately too because the woman starts smiling into her coffee like she just witnessed something deeply entertaining. You refuse to acknowledge any of it. Instead you focus on the bread aggressively.

Seungcheol leans casually against the counter watching you eat for another moment before nodding toward the hallway.

“Just dropping those off”

Your eyes lift again immediately “You’re leaving already?”

“Office work, reports don't submitt themselves unfortunately,” he says “Then gym. Training.”

You hum quietly, suddenly very aware you don’t actually want him to leave yet. Unfortunately the universe remains committed to ruining your life because a resident suddenly appears beside you looking panicked.

“Doctor, Trauma 2 needs review.”

“There it is.” Back into doctor mode instantly.

“What time are you off?” he asks before you can run away

You glance back while grabbing your chart

“Honestly? No idea.”

He nods once like he expected that answe “Call me. I’ll pick you up”

The nurses around you collectively lose their minds silently behind you. You can literally feel the staring. 

You point at them without looking “If any of you giggle, I’m assigning catheter duty.”

Immediate silence. Then you look back at Seungcheol. And despite the exhaustion, the chaos, the incoming trauma consult… You smile.

“Okay,” you say quietly

By the time you finally step out of the hospital, it’s 4:07 a.m.

The city is quiet in that eerie almost-morning way.

Cold air brushes against your skin as the automatic hospital doors slide shut behind you.

And God you’re exhausted. Your neck cracks painfully when you tilt your head side to side. Your entire body aches from fourteen straight hours of chaos, three emergency surgeries, and one resident who nearly contaminated a sterile field bad enough for you to see your ancestors.

You groan softly while fishing your phone from your coat pocket.

“Cab,” you mumble to yourself. “Need cab. Need unconsciousness.”

Then suddenly your brain catches up.

Cheol.

Your eyes widen “Oh shit.”

You unlock your phone quickly and nearly wince. A few texts. All from him.

The first one around nine.

Cheol: still buried alive in the ER?

Cheol: doctor?

And finally around midnight:

Cheol: You alive?

Your chest squeezes unpleasantly, immediately start typing a reply. Then pause because it’s literally four in the morning.

Any sane person is asleep.

You’re debating whether apologizing via text at dawn counts as emotional terrorism then you hear footsteps echo softly behind you. Seriously considering bolting back inside because you’re the biggest scaredy cat. 

You turn, reado to throw your phone if needed then freeze.

Seungcheol walks toward you from the darker side of the parking area with his hands tucked inside the pockets of a dark hoodie.

No terrifying military aura tonight. Just messy hair from pulling his hood down, tired eyes, and soft grey sweats beneath the parking lot lights.

Less intimidating captain.

More…

Oh no.

More like someone you’d desperately want to cuddle into while sleeping for twelve straight hours.

Mentally, you slap yourself.

Get it together.

“What are you doing here?!” you blurt immediately “It’s four in the morning!”

Seungcheol chuckles quietly, already closing the distance between you both.

“You didn’t reply” Like that explains everything.

He stops right in front of you. Close enough that you can smell faint traces of detergent and coffee on him.

Your sleepy brain finally processes the situation fully.

Slowly, you glance past him. There. His car still parked near the curb.

Your eyes widen then slowly lift back toward him.

“…Wait.”

Seungcheol says nothing.

“…Did you—”

Silence.

“Oh my god.”

“Cheol.”

“You were busy”

“You waited here since nine?!”

He shrugs Like sitting in a hospital parking lot for seven hours is a perfectly normal activity.

Your jaw drops open “Cheol!”

“Oh my god, you could’ve gone home! Rested! Slept like a normal person!”

“I did sleep”

“In the car?!”

“A little”

You look genuinely distressed now. Meanwhile Seungcheol just watches you fuss over him with something warm settling deep in his chest.

Because no one reacts like this over him. Not usually. Most people are intimidated by him first. Careful around him second.

But you, you look personally offended he waited for you.

Your eyes scan him quickly now, checking for signs of exhaustion automatically.

“You look tired,” you mumble

“So do you”

“That’s not the point”

“It kind of is.”

You groan softly and cover your face with one hand “This is insane behavior.”

“You work twenty-hour shifts voluntarily”

“That’s different”

“How?”

“I save lives.”

“So do I.”

You open your mouth. Close it again.

Damn him.

Seungcheol watches the tiny battle happening in your expression and finally laughs properly.

God. That laugh at four in the morning should be illegal.

“You’re unbelievable,” you mutter.

“And yet,” he says calmly, “you’re smiling.”

Your eyes narrow slightly.

“Did you at least eat?”

“Yes ma’am.”

Again that stupid yes ma’am. Your knees genuinely feel weak from exhaustion and him.

A dangerous combination.

You sigh dramatically before stepping closer and grabbing the sleeve of his hoodie lightly.

“Come on.”

“Where are we going?” he asks quietly.

“You waited seven hours in a parking lot,” you say firmly. “I’m buying you breakfast.”

“It’s four in the morning.”

“There’s a twenty-four-hour soup place two streets over.”

“You need sleep.”

“And you need psychological evaluation.” That earns another laugh.

You start pulling him toward the parking lot slowly, still half awake yourself.

Then suddenly stop mid-step. Your grip on his sleeve tightens slightly.

Seungcheol looks down immediately “You okay?”

You stare up at him with sleepy disbelief “…You really stayed.”

The teasing leaves his expression instantly.

Now it’s just him.

“Of course I did,” he says softly.

And that almost hurts worse than any flirtation because nobody says things like that casually. Nobody waits seven hours unless they mean it.

Your chest feels unbearably warm suddenly.

So instead of saying anything embarrassing, you grumble “You’re lucky you’re handsome.”

Seungcheol’s dimples appear immediately “Mm,” he murmurs while opening the passenger door for you

You barely make it five minutes toward the soup place before your body gives up entirely. One second you’re mumbling something about dumplings. the next…silence.

Seungcheol glances over at the red light and nearly laughs.

You’re asleep again.

Completely out cold in his passenger seat with his extra jacket wrapped around you like a blanket. Somewhere between leaving the hospital and getting into the car, he draped it over your shoulders because you shivered once and looked too tired to notice.

Now your cheek is pressed against the seatbelt, arms folded loosely around yourself.

Soft little breaths. Occasional tiny snore. Honestly the cutest thing he’s ever seen.

Hopeless. Absolutely hopeless.

So instead of waking you, he quietly pulls into the soup place himself, orders takeout. Gets extra side dishes because you strike him as someone who forgets meals constantly. Then returns to the car where you haven’t moved an inch.

The drive to your apartment is quieter this time. The roads are becoming familiar now. That realization settles strangely in his chest too.

Places connected to you slowly becoming familiar territory in his life.

When he finally parks outside your apartment, dawn is just beginning to bleed faint blue into the sky.

You’re still asleep.

Seungcheol sits there for a second just watching you then eventually reaches over carefully. You make a tiny annoyed sound.

Cute.

Dangerously cute.

He unbuckles your seatbelt gently before brushing one hand lightly against your arm.

“Pretty girl.”

Your brows furrow immediately “Mmph.”

“Wake up”

You blindly swat at his hand without opening your eyes “Go ‘way.”

His hand lifts carefully to cradle your cheek instead. Large palm warm against sleepy skin. So impossibly gentle compared to everything he is outside moments like this.

Your eyes finally crack open slowly heavy with sleep.

“…Why are you still handsome at dawn?”

“You’re half asleep.”

“And yet correct” You glare weakly at him while he takes your bag from the backseat then the takeout.

And finally offers you his hand. You stare at it sleepily for one long second before placing yours into it automatically.

Small against his.

He helps you out carefully, keeping his hand around yours while guiding you toward the apartment building. You walk like someone approximately three seconds from collapsing. At one point you drift directly into his side while walking.

The elevator ride is quiet except for your sleepy breathing and the faint hum of fluorescent lights overhead.

By the time he reaches your apartment door with you, you’re practically leaning fully against him.

“Keys,” he reminds softly

“Oh” You blink at your bag like it personally betrayed you. Seungcheol ends up finding them himself with a quiet amused sigh.

When your door finally unlocks, you turn toward him slowly instead of going inside immediately.

“You’re unfair,” you mumble suddenly

Seungcheol’s eyebrows lift slightly “How so?”

You stare up at him for a second too long then admit quietly

“You’re making it really hard not to like you.”

The words hit him straight in the chest. No teasing.

Just you.

You continue before he can answer “And I’ll miss you again…” 

“...when I don’t even know if you feel the same.”

Something in his expression changes instantly. Seungcheol sets the takeout down beside the door quietly before lifting his free hand to your chin.

Tilting your face up carefully until your sleepy eyes meet his fully.

“You know,” he says softly, thumb brushing lightly along your jaw, “I used to not care what happened to me out there.”

Your brows furrow slightly “Cheol…”

“But ever since you…” He pauses briefly like the admission itself surprises him.

Then a small smile pulls at his mouth “All I can think about is you nagging me if I come back with another scratch.”

You laugh sleepily “I would.”

“I know.” His thumb brushes your cheek once more

“And I missed you,” he says quieter now. “Probably more than you missed me.”

Immediately you shake your head stubbornly

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“You don’t even know where I disappear to.”

“I still win.”

Seungcheol chuckles softly “Tough competition then.”

You narrow your eyes sleepily at him “I’m serious.”

“So am I.”

You sway slightly from exhaustion. His hand immediately settles against your waist to steady you. Instinctive. Protective.

Your gaze drops briefly to where he’s holding you before looking back up again.

“…You’re very soft for a scary military man.”

“Only around you.”

Your heart does one dangerous thing against your ribs.

You point weakly at him “That was smooth.”

“I meant it.”

You groan softly and hide your face briefly against his chest. Seungcheol stills completely. Then slowly…

his arm wraps around you properly.

“You smell nice,” you mumble into his hoodie

“You said that half asleep”

“Still true”

He laughs quietly above your head. The sound vibrates warmly through his chest. You stay there another few seconds longer than necessary.

Neither moving. Neither wanting to.

Eventually Seungcheol brushes his fingers lightly through the loose strands of your hair

“You need sleep, doctor.”

“Mhm.”

“You standing here unconscious doesn’t count.”

“I’m thinking.”

“Dangerous activity at this hour.”

You huff a sleepy laugh then tilt your head up just enough to look at him again.

“…You’ll text me next time before disappearing?”

“Yeah,” he says quietly. “I will”

The problem with only sleeping four hours after emotionally life-altering hallway conversations is that reality resumes anyway.

Which means by morning you’re late. Again.

You rush around your apartment half awake and mildly homicidal toward time itself.

By the time you finally stumble into the elevator, you’re running entirely on chaos.

“Okay,” you mumble to yourself while fixing your coat hurriedly. “Need coffee. Need functioning nervous system. Need people to stop bleeding for one day—”

The lobby doors slide open. You step out quickly then stop dead in your tracks.

Captain Choi Seungcheol leans casually against his car outside the building like he’s been there a while.

Entirely too attractive for seven in the morning.

Your brain takes a second to catch up. Slowly, you walk toward him.

“Admit it,” you say suspiciously. “You didn’t go home”

Seungcheol chuckles quietly, already moving to open the passenger door for you before you even reach the car

“I did”

“You’re lying”

“I showered”

“That’s not what I asked”

His mouth twitches slightly.Then he says something that completely ruins your ability to function normally

“Just savoring the time I can do this.”

You stop right in front of him “…Do what?”

His gaze holds yours steadily “Take care of you.”

Your heart betrays you instantly. Complete menace.

“Get in the car, doctor”

“You’re dangerously charming for this early in the morning.”

“You’re cute when flustered”

“I’m never speaking again”

“Liar.”

You slide into the passenger seat muttering under your breath about military manipulation tactics. Then immediately pause.

There on the dashboard.

Two iced coffees.

One black. One your exact order again. Beside it a breakfast sandwich and a protein bar like he somehow predicted you forgot to eat.

Which you did.

You stare at the coffee slowly yhen back at him then back at the coffee. “…Are you trying to condition me like a stray cat?”

Seungcheol closes the driver’s door and settles beside you calmly

“If it works”

“I knew it”

“You respond very positively to caffeine and attention.”

“You studied me?”

“I observe patterns”

“You sound like a serial killer”

“You still got in my car”

You grab your coffee immediately anyway. The first sip genuinely makes your eyes close. Perfect.

You point accusingly at him while drinking “This is intimacy.”

“Coffee?”

“Knowing my order”

“You’re easy”

You stare at him in betrayal “Excuse me?”

“You complain specifically.” He starts driving smoothly out of the parking area. “Extra espresso. Minimal sugar. Too much ice. Every single time.”

Your jaw drops “You memorized my complaining?”

“You make it memorable” Seungcheol glances sideways briefly

“What?”

“That’s actually insane.”

“What is?”

“You pay attention like someone preparing for an exam.”

The corner of his mouth lifts slightly “You’re important.”

Your ears feel warm instantly “You can’t just say things like that before 8 a.m.”

“Why not?”

“My emotional defenses aren’t awake yet.”

He laughs quietly and god you love that sound already.

The car falls quiet for a moment after that.

Comfortable quiet.

“Hey Cheol?”

“Mm?”

You look over at him “…You waiting seven hours yesterday was insane.”

“No argument there”

“But…” He glances at you briefly. You look down at your coffee cup while mumbling softer:

“…Thank you.”

He reaches over without hesitation and squeezes your knee once gently.

“You don’t have to thank me for that.”

Your pulse jumps embarrassingly fast. You recover by narrowing your eyes at him again.

“Careful.”

“With?”

“This level of treatment is making me emotionally attached.”

Seungcheol smiles slowly like he already knows.

“Too late, doctor.”

=

A few more days passed, then a week turned into two until it’s been a month. Until it became a routine. He’ll drive you to your shifts, wait until who knows what hours. Like clockwork he’ll be there waiting for you. 

Like today.

By your standards, 11 p.m. is practically an early release from prison.

You leave the hospital tired but not soul-crushingly exhausted for once, coat hanging loosely over your shoulders while scrolling through post-op updates on your phone.

And instinctively, before you even fully step out you look for him yhich is dangerous in itself now.

And there he is leaning against the hood of his car beneath the streetlights. Eyes immediately finding you the second you appear.

Usually when he looks at you, there’s warmth there.

Tonight something feels different.

Your steps slow slightly as you approach him. There’s familiarity in that expression and it takes you one awful second to place it.

It’s the same look doctors wear before speaking to families.

The careful one. The preparing-for-impact look.

Your stomach tightens instantly. You stop in front of him and narrow your eyes slightly.

“What’s up with you?” you ask quietly. “You look like you’re about to deliver bad news.”

Seungcheol smiles automatically but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

And somehow that’s worse.

Without answering immediately, he reaches over and takes your bag from your shoulder first like he always does.

Your chest starts sinking before he even says it.

“I’ll be gone.” The words land softly but they hit like a bruise.

You stare at him and immediately understand.

Deployment.

Again.

Your throat suddenly feels tighter than it should. You glance away briefly toward the empty street before looking back up at him.

“How long?”

Seungcheol opens his mouth but nothing comes out. He doesn’t know.

Or…  he can’t tell you.

The silence stretches painfully between you both. Finally you just nod once and walk around to the passenger side quietly.

Seungcheol watches you carefully.

The worst part? He thinks he understands exactly what this means. This is always the part where people pull away.

The reality of him.

He should’ve known better than to let this become something real. Still, he opens your door gently anyway. You slide inside silently.

The drive home feels entirely different tonight.

His chest feels heavier with every passing red light.

He gets it, you’re a trauma surgeon with your own impossible life already. You deserve consistency. Presence. Someone who won’t vanish for weeks into classified silence.

Not someone like him.

And yet selfishly, he already knows he doesn’t want to lose this.

Lose you.

By the time he parks outside your apartment building, the silence has become almost unbearable.

Seungcheol kills the engine slowly. Still neither of you moves immediately.

Then finally he gets out first and walks around to your side automatically. When he opens your door, you step out quietly.

He hands you your bag. You take it.

Still silent.

And for one awful second, Seungcheol thinks maybe this is it.

Maybe this is where things shift. Where reality finally settles between you both hard enough to break whatever this has become.

Seungcheol watches you carefully, already preparing himself to hear ‘Maybe this won’t work.’

Instead you step closer and suddenly your arms loop around his waist.

Seungcheol freezes completely. Like his body stops processing for half a second.

Your cheek presses lightly against his chest.

The relief that hits him nearly knocks the air from his lungs. Slowly, carefully, his arms come around you instinctively. One around your waist, the other settling protectively against your back holding you close.

You exhale softly against him.

“I hate this part,” you mumble quietly

His eyes close briefly “Yeah, me too.”

“You leave,” you whisper, “and I don’t know when you’re coming back”

Seungcheol’s jaw tightens because there’s no good answer to that, no promise he can safely make so instead he just lowers his head slightly until his cheek brushes your hair.

“I know.”

After a moment you tilt your head back slowly to look at him and the second Seungcheol sees your face something shifts.

His gaze drops.

Just briefly.

To your mouth.

Then immediately back to your eyes.

Your breath catches softly and suddenly the air between you changes.

Seungcheol’s hand against your back spreads wider unconsciously pulling you just a little closer like he can’t help it anymore.

“You’re staring,” you murmur softly

“You’re very distracting.”

The city feels far away suddenly. Muted. Like the entire world narrowed down to this quiet stretch of pavement and the man holding you.

The way he’s looking at you like he wants to memorize every detail before leaving again.

“You’ll come back, right?” 

Seungcheol stills.

You continue before he can answer. “You have to.” Your fingers tighten against him a little. “Or I’ll be really, really annoyed.”

The seriousness in your sleepy voice mixed with that tiny pout finally breaks through the heaviness sitting in his chest.

God. You undo him so easily.

His hand lifts slowly to your face then, large palm cradling your cheek with impossible gentleness. Like you’re something precious, something he already knows he’d protect with everything he has.

He never makes promises like that. Not the I’ll come back promise because reality doesn’t work that way in his world.

Deployments go wrong. People don’t always return.

He learned a long time ago never to offer guarantees he might not survive to keep.

But then you look at him like this and suddenly Captain Choi Seungcheol—who built his entire life around caution and control—finds himself wanting to promise you everything.

Your eyes flick briefly to his mouth then back up again.

“Cheol…” the way you whisper his name this time sounds almost fragile.

His chest tightens painfully.

“I’ll come back,” he hears himself say quietly.

And he means it.

God help him, he means it.

Your breath catches amd for a second neither of you moves. His eyes close briefly. When he opens them again, his gaze drops slowly to your lips.

“Can I kiss you?”

You answer by pulling him down gently and that absolutely destroys what little self-control he had left.

The kiss starts soft. Careful. Like he’s still giving you room to change your mind. Then you melt into him with a quiet sigh and suddenly it becomes something else entirely.

Something deeper.

Months of tension finally snapping.

Seungcheol’s hand tightens slightly at your waist while the other stays cradling your face like he can’t bear to let you go too far.

You taste faintly like iced coffee. He’s pretty sure he’ll never survive that fact again.

Your fingers slide upward against his chest slowly until they curl near his neck.

Closer. Everything pulls closer.

The kiss deepens just enough to steal your breath. Warm and unhurried and devastatingly gentle for someone who looks like him.

And somehow that gentleness ruins you most because Captain Choi Seungcheol kisses exactly like he does everything else with you—

Carefully.

Deliberately.

Like you matter.

When he finally pulls back slightly, neither of you gets very far.

His eyes stay half-lowered toward your mouth like he’s debating kissing you again immediately.

You blink up at him slowly, visibly dazed “…Wow.”

That makes him laugh softly against your lips “You okay, doctor?”

“No actually.” You stare at him accusingly “I think you altered my brain chemistry”

“Only now?”

“You’ve been emotionally manipulating me with coffee for weeks.”

Seungcheol grins properly then. Dimples appearing.

Your knees genuinely weaken a little.

“You can’t leave now.”

“I have to.”

“I know. Still hate it though.”

His hand slides gently into your hair near the base of your neck.

“I know.”

You lean into him unconsciously and for a terrifying second, Seungcheol thinks he could get addicted to this frighteningly fast.

To you waiting for him.

Holding him.

Kissing him goodbye like there’s someone expecting him to return now.

Your eyes search his one more time before you mumble softly:

“…Come back to me in one piece, Captain.”

Something inside him shifts permanently at those words.

He kisses your forehead this time.

Lingering.

Then quietly answers:

“Yes ma’am.”

=

Before you, four months would’ve passed like nothing to Captain Choi Seungcheol.

Deployment was deployment. Time blurred overseas anyway. Days became operations. Operations became reports. Sleep became optional.

Coming home eventually was simply part of the cycle.

But now every single exhausting day ends with thoughts of you.

The first month away, he catches himself checking the time difference automatically.

The second month, Minho nearly loses his mind because Captain Choi who historically ignored his phone like it personally offended him—is suddenly staring at messages during breaks.

By the third month, Minho officially brands him hopeless. 

There are nights overseas where everything feels too loud. Too dangerous. And for the first time in his life, Seungcheol finds himself genuinely wanting to survive beyond duty alone.

Because now there’s someone waiting for him.

Someone who’d be really, really annoyed if he didn’t come back.

So he does.

One Hundred Twenty One days later.

At exactly 10:14 p.m., your phone lights up while you’re sitting cross-legged on your couch wearing one of his hoodies and arguing with takeout noodles.

One message.

Cheol: Outside.

You stare at the screen then immediately bolt upright so fast you nearly throw the noodles across the room.

“No way.”

Your heart starts pounding violently before you even reach the door.

You don’t bother with shoes properly.

By the time you’re sprinting through the apartment lobby, your breathing is already uneven, the doors slide open.

And there he is.

Captain Choi Seungcheol stands beneath the apartment lights in dark civilian clothes, duffel bag hanging from one shoulder.

And suddenly nothing else exists.

“Cheol—” You run.

His entire face changes the second he sees you then you crash into him hard enough that he has to brace automatically. 

Seungcheol catches you effortlessly around the waist as momentum carries you straight into his chest.

Your feet literally leave the ground.

And God the feeling of you in his arms again after three months nearly wrecks him on impact. You hold onto him so tightly it almost hurts, like letting go isn’t an option anymore.

“Oh my god,” you breathe shakily against his neck “You’re back.”

He laughs softly, arms locking around you just as tightly.

“I’m back.”

“You’re here.”

“Yeah, pretty girl.”

“You’re actually here.” Your voice cracks slightly on the last word and suddenly Seungcheol’s chest aches.

Because he missed this too much. Missed you too much.

He buries his face briefly against your hair and just holds you there while you keep repeating variations of:

“You’re back.”

“You came back.”

“Oh my god.”

Like your brain still hasn’t fully accepted it yet.

Eventually you pull back just enough to look at him. Your hands immediately cup his face like you need proof he’s real.

Tired eyes. Slight stubble. Familiar scar near his jaw. Still handsome enough to genuinely irritate you.

Your eyes go suspicious instantly “When did you get back?”

“Earlier today.”

You blink “Earlier today?!”

Seungcheol winces slightly.

“I landed around noon.”

“And you’re only here now?!”

He laughs quietly at your offended expression.

“Mandatory checkups. Debriefings. Reports.”

Immediately your expression changes. Doctor mode activates. You pull back further from his arms abruptly and start inspecting him.

Seungcheol blinks “…What are you doing?”

“Checking.”

“For?”

“Scratches.”

His laugh breaks out immediately “You’re unbelievable.”

“You lost scratch privileges after calling a bullet wound minor.”

Your hands move over his arms, shoulders, neck. Checking. You even narrow your eyes while examining a faint bruise near his wrist.

“What’s this?”

“Training.”

“Mhm.”

“It is.”

“Suspicious.”

“You’re interrogating me in the parking lot.”

“You made me wait 4 months. You get no rights.”

“I’m okay.”

Your eyes lift to his finally and soften instantly.

He really came back okay. Relief crashes into you all over again so hard your eyes sting unexpectedly. Seungcheol notices immediately.

Then immediately hide your face against his chest again when he smiles.

“Stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you missed me.”

His arms tighten around you slowly and when he answers this time, his voice comes quieter.

“I did miss you.”

Your heartbeat stumbles hard.

Then softly, almost disbelievingly, you whisper 

“You really came back to me.”

And thhat one sentence almost undoes him completely.

Seungcheol smiles the second you say it. Then his arms pull you back against him fully, holding you close like he’s still reassuring himself you’re real and standing here.

“I promised, didn’t I?” he murmurs against your hair

Then unfortunately he ruins the moment on purpose “Besides,” he adds casually, “Nurse Yang said she’d introduce me to her nieces if I come back soon—”

“YAH!” You smack his chest instantly. Hard enough to make him laugh.

“I waited three months,” you complain dramatically, glaring up at him. “Three months! I had to literally shoo away anyone who even attempted flirting with me—”

His eyebrows lift immediately “Oh?”

“And,” you continue pointing accusingly at him now, “I cried at least three times because I missed you—”

“At least?”

“Minimum.”

His entire expression softens so fast it nearly derails you.

Now he’s looking at you like you’ve said something precious, every exhausted flight and every miserable deployment day was worth getting back to this exact moment.

To you.

Seungcheol realizes it fully now. somehow you walked into his carefully controlled life and made yourself essential frighteningly fast.

Four months away only proved it harder.

He’s in love with you.

Completely.

Hopelessly.

The realization settles deep and certain in his chest buthe doesn’t say it yet.

Not now. Not yet. Instead, his mouth curves slowly.

“Someone flirted with you?”

You scowl immediately “Yes!”

“What happened?”

“I said absolutely not.”

His grin grows “Oh really?”

“Yes,” you say with full seriousness. “I told them I have a scary boyfriend who can snap them in half.”

Seungcheol laughs softly

“Professionally,” you add proudly

“Important distinction.”

“Very.”

His hands settle lower against your waist while he looks at you carefully now.

he says casually. “So I’m the boyfriend, I take it?”

Your entire face warms instantly “You waited until now to focus on that?”

“I’m enjoying it”

You narrow your eyes suspiciously “You’re smug.”

“You called me your boyfriend.”

“Well technically—” “Say it again.”

You blink “…What?”

“That.” His dimples appear again “Boyfriend.”

Your stomach flips embarrassingly fast “You’re annoying.”

“Mm.”

“And emotionally manipulative”

“You still missed me”

And suddenly the months hits you all over again, months of wondering if he was okay, of checking your phone constantly.

Then suddenly his forehead presses gently against yours again. Familiar now. Your fingers curl lightly into the front of his shirt.

“You better not disappear that long again”

“I’ll try.”

“Not good enough.”

“Yes ma’am.”

You exhale a sleepy laugh.

Then his gaze drops slowly to your mouth and this time neither of you pretends not to notice. Seungcheol’s hand slides from your waist upward until it settles along your jaw carefully.

“You know,” he says quietly, “I thought about this a lot overseas.”

Your pulse jumps “…This?”

“Kissing you again.”

Your brain genuinely short-circuits a little “You can’t just say things like that.”

“I just did.”

“You fight dirty”

“I learned from a trauma surgeon.”

And then he kisses you again. you laugh softly against his mouth right before he kisses you again.

And God.

It’s worse this time. Or better. Definitely more dangerous because now there’s no hesitation left. Just relief and missing each other and months of pent-up affection crashing together all at once.

His hands pull you closer instinctively while yours slide up around his neck.

The kiss deepens slowly, warm and lingering enough to steal your breath.

Seungcheol kisses like he’s savoring.

Your fingers slip into his hair lightly and he exhales softly against your lips at the touch. That sound alone nearly destroys you.

When he pulls back briefly, you barely let him get an inch away before kissing him again yourself.

Which surprises him enough to make him laugh quietly into the kiss.

“There she is,” he murmurs

“Shut up.”

“Missed me bad, huh?” You kiss him again instead of answering. And that was the best answer.

=

The first thing you register is warmth.

The second, the alarm. A loud obnoxious blaring noise cuts through the room and immediately you groan in protest, blindly burrowing deeper beneath the blankets.

“No,” you mumble into the pillow “Absolutely not.”

Instead of cold empty sheets though, an arm tightens around your waist instantly.

Your half-asleep brain catches up slowly as you instinctively turn and bury your face against Seungcheol’s neck instead. He smells like soap, sleep, and faint traces of your shampoo now.

Your favorite combination apparently.

The alarm keeps going somewhere obnoxiously nearby. You ignore it with professional skill.

“M’not going,” you grumble sleepily against his skin

A low sleepy laugh vibrates beneath your cheek.

Then suddenly realization hits. Your eyes crack open slightly.

Wait.

It’s your day off.

You smile instantly against him.

Before you can even tell him though, Seungcheol’s already reaching one hand toward the nightstand blindly without letting go of you. Still half asleep himself.

Hair messy. Voice rough with sleep.

God.

Morning Seungcheol might genuinely become your weakness.

Not that nighttime Seungcheol isn’t already one.

Especially after last night. Technically yes, nothing happened.

Not fully anyway.

But also the memory of his mouth against yours in the kitchen at 2 a.m. His hands on your waist pulling you against him slowly. The way he kissed down your neck once just to hear the tiny sound you made.

Dangerous.

You hide your face further into his neck immediately before your brain fully replays the rest.

Seungcheol finally grabs the phone and squints at the screen with one eye open.

Then sighs “It’s Minho.”

You snort softly.

He answers quietly, voice still rough and low from sleep “What.”

From the speaker, Minho immediately sounds offended “Wow. Good morning to you too.”

Seungcheol closes his eyes again briefly while keeping you tucked against him.

“What do you want?”

“I’ve been calling you for ten minutes.”

“I was asleep.”

A dramatic gasp echoes through the phone “Oh my god. You stayed over.”

You start laughing silently against Seungcheol’s neck while he rubs tiredly at his forehead 

“You called me for this?”

“I called because you disappeared after saying you’d be home eventually.”

“Mhm.”

“So you’re with her right now.”

Silence which unfortunately confirms everything. Minho immediately starts screaming loud enough that you hear muffled yelling through the phone.

“Keep your voice down.”

“NO. CAPTAIN CHOI SEUNGCHEOL SLEEPS OVER NOW?”

You bite your lip hard to stop laughing. Seungcheol glances down at you and immediately catches your shoulders shaking.

His eyes soften instantly. Meanwhile Minho continues spiraling.

“You used to sleep on military cots voluntarily! And now look at you!”

“Are you done?”

“No, I’m emotionally invested now—”

You shift slightly against Seungcheol trying to steal more warmth. The movement makes your oversized sleep shirt slide slightly off your shoulder.

Seungcheol’s eyes flick downward instinctively.

Then stay there one second too long.

Your sleepy smile grows immediately.

Caught.

He exhales quietly through his nose.

“Bye” Then hangs up before Minho can protest further.

And now there’s just you tangled around him like you belong there and honestly? You already kind of do.

You mumble something incoherent against his neck again. Seungcheol chuckles softly.

“What was that?”

“Warm”

“That helpful, huh?”

“Mhm”

His hand slides slowly up and down your back beneath your shirt absentmindedly.

You tilt your head up slightly finally to look at him.

God.

Sleepy Seungcheol is unfair, wearing that soft expression that only seems to exist around you and suddenly your chest hurts a little from how much you missed this without ever even having it before.

His gaze lingers on your face quietly. Then drops to your mouth.

Then back up again.

“You’re staring,” you mumble

“You’re very distracting in the morning.”

You grin sleepily “You say that at night too.”

“Consistent”

Your hand slides lazily across his chest. Comfortingly solid beneath your fingertips.

And right here he realizes he wants this more than he’s ever wanted anything.

The years spent convincing himself that attachment complicated things… none of it stands a chance against this feeling, against you half asleep in his arms wearing his shirt and mumbling threats about leaving the bed.

His thumb brushes slowly along your waist beneath the blanket.

And with startling certainty, Captain Choi Seungcheol realizes he wants his nights like this. His mornings too.

With you.

Always with you.

He can’t even pretend otherwise anymore, not when you fit against him this naturally.

Not when every part of him already quietly decided—

You’re his.

And somehow, terrifyingly enough—

He’s entirely yours too.

You mumble against his chest, voice still thick with sleep “Can we just stay in bed?”

Seungcheol chuckles immediately, fingers lazily tracing along your back beneath the blanket.

“Tempting,” he says softly. “But give it twenty minutes and you’ll start complaining about caffeine and food”

You sigh happily once he pulls you closer then mumble dramatically

“But tomorrow I have to go back to work.”

“Mhm.”

“And wake up early.”

“Mhm.”

Actual full doctor pouting like an offended child. Seungcheol laughs softly again, unable to help himself.

“You’re cute”

“I’m suffering”

“You’re on top of a heated mattress with no shift today”

“I suffered emotionally”

“That’s not a medical condition”

“It should be”

He shakes his head fondly before suddenly moving. In one smooth motion, he shifts until you’re beneath him instead, sinking deeper into the mattress while he braces himself above you.

Your breath catches immediately.

Because wow.

Morning Seungcheol hovering over you with sleepy eyes and messy hair should genuinely come with warning labels.

He smiles down at you slowly. Entirely too handsome.

“I can just be here again.”

Your eyes flicker over his face.

“Drop you off at work,” he continues quietly. “Pick you up after.”

You shake your head immediately “No?”

You point at him accusingly from beneath him.

“I missed you too much. So, I’ll just file for leave and stay here.”

Seungcheol laughs properly this time.

“You’re a doctor.”

“And?”

“You save lives.”

“Mhm.”

“You can’t abandon the hospital because your boyfriend came home.”

You narrow your eyes “Watch me.”

Seungcheol lowers himself slightly closer until your noses brush “You’re trouble.”

“You love it”

His gaze lingers on your mouth. “Yeah,” he admits quietly. “I really do.”

Your heart stumbles hard enough that he definitely feels it beneath him.Then before you can recover he kisses you.

You sigh softly against his mouth almost immediately, hands sliding up into his hair lazily. Seungcheol melts a little at the feeling.

The kiss deepens naturally after that. Still soft with sleep and morning light and relief but there’s something hungrier underneath it now too. Months apart lingering in every touch.

His hand slides along your waist beneath the oversized shirt you stole from him sometime during the night. Your skin warm beneath his palm.

You shiver slightly at the touch.

Seungcheol immediately smiles against your lips “Sensitive.”

“Shut up.”

He kisses you again before you can glare properly.

Then again.

And again.

Because he can. Because he wants to.

Because after one hundred twenty one days overseas wondering when he’d hold you again, he suddenly feels deeply unwilling to stop touching you now that he finally can.

At one point you’re laughing quietly because he keeps kissing you every time you try speaking

“Cheol—” Kiss. “Seriously—” Another kiss. “I’m trying to—”

He kisses you again just to hear your laugh.

“There,” he murmurs smugly against your mouth “Better.”

“You’re impossible in the morning”

“You’re clingy in the morning”

“I missed my boyfriend.” The words come out absentmindedly.

His expression softens instantly.

You notice immediately “…What?”

His thumb brushes your cheek gently “Nothing.”

“Liar.”

A small smile pulls at his mouth

“Just like hearing you say that”

And somewhere between sleepy laughter, tangled blankets, and too many kisses to count you both silently realize neither of you is getting out of bed anytime soon.

=

Just like that, Captain Choi Seungcheol becomes stitched quietly into the fabric of your life like he was always meant to settle into all your exhausted corners.

Mornings become his hand warm at your lower back while guiding you sleepily toward his car before shifts.

Nights become tired dinners eaten on your couch with your legs thrown over his lap while he half listens to your hospital rants.

On the rare days both your schedules somehow align, entire afternoons disappear inside your apartment doing absolutely nothing important.

And somehow those become your favorite days. The ordinary ones.

The ones where he’s sprawled across your couch in grey sweats reviewing reports while you nap against his shoulder.

It’s domestic in a way that sneaks up on both of you.

For the nights he stays over, he wakes up with you before dawn without complaint. Even when you know he slept barely four hours himself.

Some days are busier. Harder. Those are the days you’ll get random texts from him between meetings or training.

And slowly, without either of you noticing exactly when it happened, the world starts becoming divided into:

Before him. And after him.

Still there are moments when the fear creeps in quietly. When he’s asleep beside you after days without rest. Or when his head rests against your lap while you comb your fingers through his hair absentmindedly.

Those moments hit hardest because sleeping Seungcheol looks younger somehow. Less captain. Less soldier. More just… him.

A man carrying too much responsibility on broad tired shoulders.

You’ll study the faint lines of exhaustion near his eyes and think about all the places he disappears to without being able to tell you.

Think about the kind of calls that pull him away suddenly. The dangers you’re never fully allowed to know.

And your chest aches every single time.

Not because you resent him. Never that.

If there’s anyone who understands duty swallowing whole pieces of your life, it’s you.

You know what it means to choose work over sleep, over meals.

Over yourself.

You know what it means standing inches from death while trying to drag someone back from it.

You understand that terrible instinctive thing inside both of you.The one that says: People need me. So I go.

That’s why you never ask him to choose.

Neither of you needs explanations for those things. You just understand.

Maybe that’s why this works.

But still the battlefield he walks into is different from yours.

Yours is fluorescent lights and operating tables and controlled chaos. His is uncertainty. Weapons. Missions that return him home months later with new bruises he tries hiding from you.

And even though he promised he’d come back, you know the truth. He can never be fully certain.

So instead, you start savoring things. Every sleepy morning. Every coffee run. Every forehead kiss before shifts. Every night he instinctively reaches for you in his sleep.

You memorize the sound of his laugh when he’s genuinely relaxed.

The way he says “pretty girl” quieter when he’s tired.

The feeling of safety every time his arms close around you.

Because loving someone whose life is uncertain teaches you quickly… Ordinary moments are never ordinary.

They become everything.

You love him.

Not sudden. Not dramatic. Just certain.

You love Captain Choi Seungcheol enough that the uncertainty no longer outweighs the wanting. Enough that even knowing the risks, you’d still choose him every single time.Enough that when he falls asleep beside you after another impossible week, you look at him and think: I could do this for a very, very long time.

=

Being awake for thirty-six hours straight does strange things to your brain.

Mainly you stop filtering thoughts ehich is why you’ve spent the last fifteen minutes rambling sleepily in Seungcheol’s passenger seat about one resident who tried stitching a wound “like he was crocheting.”

“He held the forceps like chopsticks,” you mumble dramatically, head leaned against the window “Cheol, I almost resigned.”

Beside you, Seungcheol laughs quietly while driving “You say that every shift.”

“This time I meant it.”

“Mhm.”

“And then,” you continue, pointing weakly, “someone coded because apparently the universe hates me personally.”

“You saved them.”

“I know.” You sigh deeply

His hand reaches over briefly, squeezing your thigh once gently

“Proud of you.”

Your exhausted heart immediately melts.

You yawn hugely afterward and close your eyes briefly. The roads are quieter now.

Less familiar. No turn toward your apartment.

Your eyes slowly open again “…Wait.”

Seungcheol hums innocently. You sit up slightly and look outside. The buildings are taller here. Very much not your neighborhood.

You narrow your eyes at him immediately “Captain Choi Seungcheol.”

“That’s me.”

“Where are we going?”

“My place”

Your eyebrows lift “You have a place?”

That finally gets a laugh out of him “Yes, pretty girl. I do occasionally live somewhere.”

“Why do I feel like you just revealed a second secret family?”

“You’re dramatic when sleepy.”

“I’m observant.”

“Mhm.”

The car finally pulls smoothly into a sleek underground parking entrance.

Your jaw drops a little “Oh.”

Seungcheol glances over briefly, amused already “You okay?”

“No because what is this?”

“You’ve been awake too long.”

“No,” you point at the parking structure accusingly, “this is suspiciously rich.”

“It’s an apartment building.”

Then things somehow get worse because the moment you both step into the lobby, security immediately nods respectfully at him.

Even the hallway carpeting feels wealthy.

You blink slowly while following him toward his door “…You live here.”

“Observant again.”

“Shut up.”

Seungcheol unlocks the apartment casually before stepping aside to let you in first.

Then you walk inside and actually stop.

“Oh my god.”

The apartment is stunning. Just quietly expensive. Clean lines. Dark neutral colors.

The entire place feels exactly like him somehow. Not a single plant.

You turn slowly in a circle then immediately whirl toward him in betrayal

“All this time,” you say incredulously, “you had this luxury apartment and we stayed at mine?!”

Seungcheol chuckles while setting your bag down near the couch “It’s not luxury.”

You stare at him then gesture wildly around the apartment.

“This is literally rich people air.”

“It’s just an apartment”

“You have windows taller than my future”

You continue wandering slowly while shaking your head “I knew military paid well but—”

Your eyes catch on something near the shelving unit. Several plaques. Medals. Pins. Awards carefully arranged with quiet neatness.

Not displayed arrogantly. Just… present.

Your expression softens immediately.

Slowly, you step closer. Most of them mean nothing to you technically but you know enough to understand what they represent.

Service. Danger. Things survived. Things sacrificed.

Your fingers hover near it carefully “…These are yours?”

Seungcheol goes quieter behind you “Yeah.”

A home belonging to someone rarely allowed to stay long enough to live in it fully. You notice there aren’t many personal decorations.

No traces of permanence like the apartment was built for someone constantly prepared to leave again.

Your chest tightens unexpectedly “You’re barely here, aren’t you?”

Seungcheol leans lightly against the kitchen counter watching you “Not usually.”

Then his gaze softens slightly while looking at you standing there among pieces of his life.

You look around once more slowly and the apartment suddenly makes perfect sense.

Of course this is where Captain Choi Seungcheol lives. Everything about it screams him.

You walk back toward him slowly until you’re standing right in front of him.

“One question.”

“Mm?”

“How much does this couch cost?”

His dimples appear instantly “Go shower, doctor.”

“That means it’s expensive”

“You drooled on yourself in the car”

“That’s not related”

He reaches over and tugs you gently closer by your wrist anyway. Warm hand wrapping around yours easily.

“Stay tonight.” The way he says it feels different somehow.

Your tired heart melts immediately. You look up at him and smile softly.

“…Only if you cuddle me.”

“Dangerous thing to demand from a man who missed you all day.”

Your face warms instantly “You flirt too much.”

“You like it”

He’s right.

The shower helps a little.

You change into one of Seungcheol’s shirts left neatly on the counter for you and towel dry your hair while walking barefoot through the apartment.

The moment you step out though you stop.

Seungcheol sits at the dining table, a few papers spread neatly in front of him.

The city lights spill softly through the windows behind him, casting half his face into shadow.

And immediately something feels wrong.

You try lightening it anyway “This,” you say slowly while approaching, “looks like every divorce scene in all dramas ever written.”

Seungcheol chuckles softly but it doesn’t fully reach his eyes and that alone makes your stomach drop.

You slowly pull out the chair across from him and sit.

He looks tired suddenly.

Not physically.

Something deeper.

Then finally he speaks. “These are…” He glances down briefly at the papers “Forms to update my records at the base.”

Your chest tightens.

“Emergency contacts, authorizations. Next of kin.”

Your breath catches instantly.

Different careers.

Same meaning.

You know exactly what papers like these are for.

The room suddenly feels colder “Cheol—”

Only then does he finally look at you and the expression in his eyes almost wrecks you immediately.

“I need to go,” he says quietly “Soon.”

Your fingers tighten slowly together beneath the table.

“How soon?”

“…Day after tomorrow.”

The air leaves your lungs.

“This time…” Seungcheol starts then stops.

His jaw tightens slightly. He can’t finish it. Doesn’t need to. You already understand.

Higher risk. More covert. More dangerous.

Which means the possibility hanging unspoken between you both suddenly becomes too real to ignore.

Your hands begin shaking before you even realize it.

Slowly, you reach for the papers. Your eyes skim them but don’t really process the words.

You’ve been on the other side of conversations like this before. You’ve watched families shatter after one phone call. You’ve stood in quiet hospital rooms delivering impossible news while trying to hold yourself together professionally.

But this… this rattles you differently.

Because now it’s him. Your boyfriend. 

Your vision blurs suddenly.

Seungcheol watches your hands tremble around the papers and something painful twists across his face immediately.

“Hey,” he says softly but your chest hurts too much now.

“You said you’d come back,” you whisper shakily.

“I will.”

“But you can’t know that.”

Silence.

Seungcheol exhales slowly then leans back slightly in his chair like he’s making a decision.

Then quietly he reaches into his pocket. Your brows furrow faintly through the blur in your eyes.

“What are you—”

“Before you panic,” he says immediately, which is an absolutely terrible opening.

He reaches across the table gently for your hand. Warm fingers wrapping around your shaking ones and then he places something small into your palm.

Your breath catches sharply.

A ring.

Just beautiful. Simple. Solid.

Very him.

You look up immediately, stunned “Cheol…”

Before you can say anything else, he speaks first like he needs to get the words out before losing courage

“I’ll ask properly when I come back.”

Your heart cracks wide open. Seungcheol’s thumb brushes shakily against your knuckles.

“So you know,” he says quietly, voice rougher now, “that I fully intend to.”

The tears spill instantly after that.

One second you’re trying to stay composed, the next you’re crying so suddenly it almost surprises you.

Seungcheol moves immediately. Chair scraping sharply against the floor as he crosses to you without hesitation.

“Hey, hey—” He kneels in front of you fast, hands gently holding your face while you cry harder than you intended to.

Not graceful tears. Real terrified emotional ones… because you love him. Because you understand exactly what all this means. Because the idea of losing him feels unbearable now. And because somehow this terrifying man just handed you a promise disguised as a ring.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper brokenly

“For what?”

“I don’t know.” You laugh wetly through tears “Everything.”

His expression softens so painfully it nearly undoes you again.

“Pretty girl,” he murmurs gently, brushing tears from your cheeks carefully “Don’t cry like this.”

“You can’t just—” You inhale shakily. “You can’t just hand me a ring before a dangerous mission.”

“I know.”

“That’s insane behavior.”

A tiny helpless smile appears on his mouth “You still haven’t said no.”

You stare at him through tears then let out a disbelieving laugh.

Your fingers close tightly around the ring and suddenly the fear shifts into something else too.

Certainty.

Because even terrified like this, even knowing exactly what loving him means…

You already know your answer.

His forehead lowers carefully against your knee while his hands stay wrapped around yours.

And for the first time since you walked into the dining room—

Captain Choi Seungcheol finally lets himself look scared too.

“I need to come back because I want a life with you after this.”

And that breaks whatever was left of your composure completely. You slide from the chair onto the floor with him immediately, arms wrapping tightly around his neck while he catches you against him.

You bury your face against him crying quietly while he presses kisses into your hair over and over.

“I love you,” you whisper shakily for the first time without planning to.

Seungcheol freezes then his arms tighten around you so hard it almost hurts.

Like hearing those words from you physically wrecked him.

His face presses briefly against your shoulder before he finally whispers back:

“…I love you too.”

The memory of the tryout was a blur. The burn in your arms from holding a position too long, the nervous shake in your voice as you shout out the cheer – you swore you’d be cut immediately.

So imagine the shock you felt when in your student inbox sat an acceptance email.

Dear Kim ___,

Congratulations!

We at Cheonghwa University’s cheer team, The Hwa-roes, are excited to inform you of your acceptance into the team.

Please reply to this email within 3 working days to let us know if you will be joining us on the quads to hype up the players and crowd!

Warm regards,

The Hwa-roes.

(Word play on Heroes)

You read the email at least three times – waiting for the words to morph into a rejection email, for someone to tell you it was sent by mistake.

Yet, here you were – pom-poms in hand and sneakers laced tight, standing with the other newcomers in the basketball stadium in a uniform that was low-key a little too short for your liking. As the seniors began the introduction, announcing a little freshies night would be done that weekend, you realised that… maybe this wasn’t a joke anymore.

You were in.

The late afternoon sun stretches across the quad, the grass looking more vibrant; even a little golden. The sound of a whistle being blown pierced through the field, followed by the heavy thud and grunts of The Hwa-rriors, Cheonghwa’s rugby team, as their bodies collide with one another during their on-going practice.

Enter Choi Seungcheol, Captain of The Hwa-rriors.

Seungcheol is the type of man where one look at him out on the field, you’d know he was meant to play. Knew that he was meant to be captain with how he barked orders whenever someone slacked.

He practically lived for the game. The sweat, the grind, the competition – nothing could ever divide his attention from the field.

Or at least, nothing used to.

His gaze had managed to stray from his team to the corner of the field where The Hwa-roes were practicing their cheer routine. Half the team were forming a base while some of the male cheerleaders were balancing the girls mid-air, laughter filling the air in a way that was infectious – causing a small smile to tug at his own lips.

Then, his eyes land on a particular cheerleader.

Unlike the stereotypical looks most female cheerleaders would have – long hair that’s pulled into a ponytail, probably one of the two main colours of the university as a bow stuck at the top; this cheerleader had a bob that almost went past her shoulders.

Seungcheol felt… something in his stomach, but it wasn’t from the mediocre cafeteria food for sure.

It was weird.

The Hwa-roes and Hwa-rriors had always co-existed during practices, yet since two weeks ago, he finds himself watching the bobbed-hair cheerleader.

“Captain, ball!”

He came back to his senses a little too late – the rugby ball smacked against his head, bouncing off onto the grass.

Groans echoed from his team.

“Seungcheol, I swear to God,” Jeonghan huffs, flicking sweat out of his hair. “If you’re going to keep staring at the cheer squad, at least don’t ogle to the point you’re physically here, but mentally there.”

“I wasn’t staring,” Seungcheol defended, muttering a curse as he picked up the ball.

Joshua snorts, leaning an elbow against Jeonghan. “Sure. Your eyes probably have a mind of their own and decided to wander off.”

His jaw tightened at the jest, but he knew they were right.

He barks at the team to get back to practice, trying to regain his focus in the process. Yet, when he hears the cheer captain announcing they take five, his head snapped back towards them just for a minute too long before he starts the countdown.

On your side of the field, you’ve learned to treat the rugby team’s shouts and grunts as background noise for your practice. In a way, it helped the cheer team in finding the tempo.

However, several cheerleaders, including the seniors would point out that their captain was staring – specifically at you. From what you’ve heard, Choi Seungcheol was practically Cheonghwa’s pride and glory.

He was tall, broad – even his presence was commanding, the kind that made people pause mid-step whenever he walked by. When your head of cheer announced a five minute break, you glanced over to the rugby team and watched as he barreled into a tackle. The sound of impact was enough to make even the cheer team wince.

Still, he didn't flinch.

You shake your head, reminding yourself of the reputations rugby players had – loud, cocky, out of your league. You may be a cheerleader, but you were a new cheerleader. You were one voice in a choir at the sidelines.

You weren’t someone special.

“Mingyu.”

“ ‘Sup, hyung?”

Seungcheol hesitated, mainly because Mingyu gave him a knowing grin. God, he was never going to hear the end of this. He inclines his head subtly towards the cheer team, “The girl at the top of the pyramid. Layered bob. You know who she is?”

The giant followed his line of sight, his grin widening almost instantly. “Ohh, I see.”

“See what?”

“Our captain’s taken a fancy to one of the cheerleaders,” Mingyu teased. “I thought Joshua was just imagining things, but apparently not. Guess I owe him ten bucks.”

“You lot are impossible,” the elder groans, running a hand down his sweaty face. “Just answer the question, Gyu. Unless you’d want to run five laps.”

Mingyu laughs, clearly having a blast poking at his captain. “She’s one of the newcomers they recruited. Kim _.” He observes Seungcheol’s face for any sort of reaction, his canines showing off when he sees the tips of his ears turn red. “I think she’s in her first year, final sem. Heard from one of the cheer guys that Haesoo told them she wanted her in after she left the audition. Kinda obvious why.”

Seungcheol nods, repeating the name in his head.

Kim ___.

Pretty name for a pretty girl.

“So,” Mingyu leaned in with a wicked grin, “Planning to shoot your shot?”

Seungcheol scoffed, “Get back to practice, Gyu.”

The campus library was almost empty that evening. The scratch of the metal nib against your tablet screen paired with the soft hum of the air conditioning was almost perfect until someone slots themselves into the empty seat across from you.

“Hey there, Miss Cheerleader.”

The voice was unfamiliar to you yet the owner greets you with such familiarity it felt… odd.

Looking up, you’re greeted by none other than Choi Seungcheol himself. Captain of The Hwa-rriors, heartthrob of the campus. He hangs his backpack over the chair he’s seated in with a big puppy grin on display.

He looked far too alive for the library. Out of place. Sweat clung to his temple, dark hair pushed back and messy like he’d run his hand through it dozens of times before this.

You blinked at him, “Shouldn’t you be out on the field, Captain?”

Seungcheol shrugs, “Practice ended. What about you? Was expecting you out on the field cheering and doing flips.”

“Thursdays, Fridays and weekends are our off-days.”

“Off-days, huh?” He leans closer, propping his arms on the table. “Didn’t think you guys would have that kind of schedule.”

You raised a brow, deciding to tease him a little. “We don’t run on triple A batteries, Captain. We like to preserve our energy unlike you jocks that can’t go a day without needing to run into a wall of muscles.”

Something about your tone made his heart flutter. He hadn’t expected you to tease back and the fact that you did intrigues him. “Didn’t mean to interrupt your little focus bubble,” he continues. “Just… didn’t expect to see you elsewhere other than… y’know, flying through the air.”

“Are you assuming cheerleaders are bimbos, Captain Choi?”

HIs eyes widened, scrambling to defend himself and forgets his surroundings momentarily. “No!”

The librarian shoots him a look and Seungcheol smiles sheepishly before bowing his head apologetically. Turning back to you, he lowers his voice. “No, I would never have that ideology. It’s just… I expected you to be more of a social butterfly like the others.”

“Well, cheerleaders can be academically driven too,” you said dryly.

He lets out a quiet laugh, “Noted. Guess I only ever see you on the sidelines cheering us on.”

“Well, that’s the whole point of the cheer team, Captain.”

“Yeah.”

You set your stylus down, deciding to give him your time. “So, what brings you here, Seungcheol?”

God, his name sounds so right when it comes from your lips.

“Trying to look academic to swoon some girls?”

“Maybe,” he teases. You watch as he then turns to the shelf behind him and grabs a random book, “Or maybe I came to get some study materials for my subject.” Glancing at the book he had just plucked off the shelf, he regrets it instantly.

‘The Trade Policy of the European Union’ by Gstöhl and De Bièvre.

You let out a small laugh and it made the tip of Seungcheol’s ears go beet red. “I understand you’re a Business Major, Captain. But try something less… heavy… next time. That one will put you to sleep before the first chapter.”

That pearly white grin returns, “Got it, Sunshine.”

You blinked, “What?”

He froze, realising what he’s just said. “Oh– Sorry. It’s just…” He awkwardly gestures towards the window. “The… The light is… It makes you look bright.”

Get a grip, Choi Seungcheol. You’re Captain of the football team. Why are you fumbling over your words?

God, you look like such a–

You can’t help the quiet laugh that slipped past your lips, caught between being thrown off guard and amusement. “Didn’t realise you were terrible at giving compliments, Captain.”

He gives you a sheepish smile, scratching the back of his neck. “Yeah, well… Guess a pretty girl like you has me fumbling over my rehearsed lines.”

“Uhm… Thanks..?” You turn your focus back to your study material.

“Anytime, Sunshine.”

There’s a faint pink in your cheeks when you look up again. “You gonna start calling me that now, Seungcheol?”

He shrugs, grinning again. “Only if it annoys the hell outta you.”

“Careful now,” you warned, a teasing smile tugging at your lips. “It just might.”

“Then I’m not stopping.”

“Hey, Yejin?” One of the seniors called out to the Head of Cheer.

“ ‘Sup?”

“Sky’s looking a little gloomy… Should we call in a rain check?”

The Head of Cheer waves her hand dismissively with a smile, “Oh, y’know the sky is always gloomy. We’re nearing the middle of fall season so the sun is just a little shy.”

“But what if it rains? We can’t risk the team falling sick or getting injuries. The big game is coming up and we can’t really form a new routine if we do have casualties.”

Yejin seems to consider the words before announcing to the cheer squad that they’ll do one final routine and call in a rain check. The others, you included, agreed but not before casting a glance up to the sky where the graying clouds start to gather. You hear Seungcheol’s voice behind you, barking out orders and telling his team to keep an eye out for the weather.

It was clear the gloomy weather had both teams on high alert.

But it was soon pushed to the side when the rugby team was halfway through scrimmage drills, and the cheer squad ran through several formations that needed more focus in perfecting. This routine had somehow become a source of to you – how everything falls into a steady rhythm.

5 minutes later, any trace of sunlight was gone.

Then came the first drops, turning the once green field into a polka dotted pattern. Both teams glanced at each other, as though they were telepathically asking – “Are you retreating? Because if you do, I do.”

They didn’t have much time to ponder as within the seconds, the slight drizzle turned heavy. Y’know, the kind of downpour that soaks you in less than a minute.

Chaos broke out when a gust of strong wind swept across the fields. Laughter, squeals and shouts rang through the field as everyone sprinted towards the auditorium to take cover. In contrast to the humid rain outside, the auditorium had its air conditioning running and the coldness sent shivers down your spine and damp uniform.

You wring out your skirt and tried your best to laugh with the others, but the cold was starting to get to you. Your hands were freezing, the fabric of your top was sticking to your skin and no matter how much you rubbed at your arms, the goosebumps wouldn’t go away.

You hear Seungcheol talking to the Head of Cheer, “Did everyone from the cheer team make it in?”

“Yea, I counted three times. Yours?”

“All counted for. Make sure neither of you cheerleaders get sick, yea? We’d be lost without y’all cheering us on.”

Yejin snorts, “Yea?” She nods towards his team that were raking their hands through their damp hair, teasing them about resembling golden retrievers trying to dry themselves off. “Better make sure neither of them get the flu either. Not only will Coach kill you, we won’t have a team to cheer for.”

Mingyu chuckled behind Seungcheol, “Well, I’m sure Cheol hyung can cover for all of us.”

“Careful, Gyu. I might just drag you with me.”

The trio laughed, knowing the threat wasn’t serious nor that deep.

His gaze soon landed on your shivering figure.

You stood a little further from the others, staying quiet while your teammates whined about their ruined hair and soggy sneakers. One of the newcomers complained about how the soaked fabric of the uniform was starting to stick uncomfortably against their skin. You smiled when one of them teased you for shivering like you were just dumped into the middle of a snow pile, but the smile was tired.

Mingyu noticed Seungcheol was staring somewhere and following his line of sight, he smirked. “Staring at the pretty cheerleader again, Captain?”

Yejin’s eyes followed and she too joined in on the teasing. “Fancy our little ___, Cheol?”

“Shut up,” he rolled his eyes, “Both of you.”

The Head of Cheer grins, leaning in, “Well, you didn’t hear this from me, but so far she’s still single. But, unfortunately jocks don’t seem to be her type.”

“Why not?”

Yejin shrugs, wringing the edges of her skirt. “Well, nobody really knows, but my two cents is that it has something to do with jocks being players with better stamina. You know how the rumours are with you guys – always flirting, never really committing. Probably forgetting a girl’s name once the next game rolls around.”

Mingyu frowns, placing a hand over his chest. “Ouch, that hurt.”

“Um, dramatic much?” Yejin snorts. “She probably doesn’t want to end up as another cautionary tale in the locker room or y’know… The entire campus of why you should steer away from jocks.”

“Hey, we can’t be that bad.”

She raises a brow, “For some of y’all? Maybe. But the reputation the media paints? Kind of hard to shake it off when a few of them fit the bill. Loud, cocky, always surrounded by cheerleaders or girls.”

She turns to one of the senior cheerleaders, “Kinda allergic to communication.”

Seungcheol moved to his duffel before his brain could catch up, grabbing his varsity jacket – the black one with his name stitched in gold thread. “You say that like we’re a species, Yejin.”

She all but grins, watching with Mingyu as he crosses the room, “Well, if the boot fits, Cheol.”

You sat on a bleacher that was close to the heater, rubbing your arms to try and chase the chill away. While you adored the sleeveless design of the cheer uniform, sometimes you wished the sleeves were a little longer to make it less chilly. Not that it’d help in your current situation.

The rest of your squad huddled nearby, helping each other to brush out their damp hair or to undo the ponytail it’s been put in.

A shadow looms over you and looking up, you see him.

“Sunshine.”

“Captain.”

He held out his varsity jacket, voice low and steady, “Here.”

You blinked, caught off guard by his gesture. “What?”

Seungcheol chuckles, “I’m offering you my jacket, sunshine. You’re freezing.”

“I’m okay, Seungcheol. I’ll live.”

He raised a brow, “_, even I can see that you’re clearly shaking from the cold.”

He’s not wrong. The heater wasn’t doing much to warm you up and you could practically feel the cold seep into your bones. Before you could reject him a second time, he had already draped his jacket over your shoulders. The warmth hit in an instant – the jacket soft, heavy and carried a faint scent that was him. Behind him, you hear several ‘ooohs’ and ‘awws’ from the others.

“Feel better?” He asks quietly, knuckles making contact with the side of your neck as he brushes your hair to the side.

You swallowed, “A lil..”

He smiles, taking a seat next to you but with enough distance so he doesn’t crowd into your personal space. “Won’t you need it?” You asked. The Captain simply shakes his head, “Nope. I’ll live without it.”

You snort, “Confident, aren’t you?”

“Well, that’s because I need you on the sidelines,” he teased. “If you catch a cold, whose chants am I supposed to listen to? I might start missing passes and pissing the whole team off.”

You rolled your eyes, though a soft smile tugged at your lips. “So now your entire performance depends solely on me?”

“Kinda, yea.”

You huff, tugging at the jacket to wrap it tighter around you. It was definitely one or two sizes larger, engulfing your body in warmth – though some of it wasn’t actually from the piece of clothing. Seungcheol tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, catching you off guard and he’d half expect you to pull away – but you didn’t.

He gives you a small smile, lips parting to say something until one of his teammates yelled from across the room. “Yo, Seungcheol! If you’re done flirting, Coach said to hit the showers so we don’t get sick!”

A chorus of laughter erupted in the auditorium – some of the boys whistled while the cheerleaders had teasing smiles on their lips. The noise mixed with the distant patter of the rain outside, making the whole situation feel a little lighter.

You caught the way a faint flush crept up Seungcheol’s neck before he sighs, turning to give you a sheepish smile. “Well, guess that’s my cue to leave.”

You nodded. “Don’t catch a cold, Captain. Otherwise you won’t hear my cheers.”

He grins at your tease, lingering by your side just a second longer before walking across the room to his teammates.

Your thumbs brush against the fabric of the jacket, trying your best to ignore the stupid flutter in your chest.

📣 Hwa-roes Squad 🤸🏼‍♀️

HoC Yejin: hey there Hwa-roes, Head of Cheer here with some news !! HoC Yejin: our Cheer Coach & the Hwa-rriors’ Coach organised a little squad bonding this weekend for us to well, bond with each other. deets are as follows: Date: XX October - XX October 20XX, Saturday - Sunday Time: 8AM Sat - 3PM Sun Venue: Busan Coastal Beach Planned activities include Balance Exercises Grill Night !! Bonding Bonfire Tug of War And more… 🫦 HoC Yejin: attendance is compulsory unless there’s a valid reason for absence. see yall this weekend !!

The morning air at Cheonghwa’s main parking lot was a little chilly, but definitely noisier than most weekends. The clattering of luggage wheels against the gravel pavement, thumping of duffel bags being loaded onto the bus’ luggage compartments. Some were already on the bus to try and catch a quick nap, others were discussing what food they bought for the Grill Night.

The cheer squad, all wearing their navy warm up jackets, were gathered near the front of the bus as Yejin conducts her usual headcount that reminds the rugby team of a military headcount. Just a few feet behind them were the rugby team loading the rest of the luggages onto the bus.

You arrived a minute later, tote bag hanging off a shoulder with a cup of iced coffee in one hand, a pretty pink luggage in the other. “Morning, Yejin,” you greet with a smile. She checks your name on the clipboard, “Morning, honey,” she greets back, peeking behind you and shoots you a teasing smile.

“Looks like fanboy there is already staring.”

Turning your head to follow her gaze, you make eye contact with Seungcheol. He gives you a small smile, and while you were unsure of how you felt – the corner of your lips lifted to return the smile.

“Cheer squad, anyone missing right now?” Yejin calls out.

“Minjoo went to grab snacks from the vending machine with Jeonghan!” Someone from the rugby team calls out. Coach Song, the rugby team’s coach, glances at his watch. “Better hope those snacks will last the two hour bus-ride.”

On the bus, you managed to find a seat near the middle and slid in, tucking your tote under your legs. Halfway through pulling out your earphones, a familiar voice came from the aisle.

“Hey sunshine, mind if I sit here?”

Seungcheol stands there, a paper bag in one hand while the other holds his water bottle. “Oh– Uh, no,” you said, realising you were staring.

“Thanks.” He slides in, shoulder brushing against your for just a brief second.

You took a sip of your coffee and watched as the campus rolled past when the bus departed. The early sunlight flickers through the windows and you finally take out your earphones, glancing at the paper bag in his lap. He notices and reaches in, pulling out a KitKat bar and offering it to you. “I got a bunch of snacks for the trip. Some healthy, some unhealthy.”

You took the chocolate, chuckling, “I’m not sure I should be having a KitKat for breakfast, Seungcheol.”

He grins, fishing out a sandwich box with the words ‘Egg Mayo’ written on its packaging. “Well, lucky for you, I also got some sandwiches.”

Two thoughts popped in your mind.

First – Wow, this man is well prepared.

Second – Why is that lowkey hot?

Successfully getting your earphones out and plugging them into your phone, the captain leans closer. “What’re you planning to listen to, Sunshine?”

“I’m not entirely sure,” you mutter, “Any suggestions, Captain?"

“Hmm, why don't you give Love Again by Dutch Melrose a try?”

You offered him the left piece of the earbud, “Wanna join?”

He blinked, surprised at your offer. But who was he to pass up on, what he deems, the opportunity of a lifetime. “Don’t mind if I do.”

Mingyu, sitting two rows behind, catches the little interaction and elbows Wonwoo who’s sat next to him. “Would you look at that,” he teases. “Captain’s whipped as hell.”

It was roughly 10AM when the squads arrived at the beachside – the air filled with the scent of seawater and coconut (add a bit of sunscreen into the mix). Several of the boys from the rugby team were helping the cheer girls move their stuff into the beach cabins, some snack stealing going on because Dokyeom claimed while they didn't need to do drills,they certainly were too early for dinner.

Everyone was brainstorming on activities to pass the time until the designated beach activities. That is until – “Guys, I found water guns!”

“Where the hell did you even get these?” Yejin asked. Wonwoo snorts, “Hey, I warned you not to let him wander off when he’s bored.”

The tall giant shoots his signature grin, “Found these and a few more in the duffel bags Coach packed. Let’s have a water gun battle to see who’s the better squad. Winning team gets bragging rights for the rest of the season!”

That’s all it took.

In just minutes, the rugby boys and cheer team split up into “teams”.

You crouched behind one of the benches, peeking over the seat as you pumped your water gun in a random direction, somehow successfully hitting Chan who yelped – “Noona, I didn’t even do anything to you!”

You can’t help but giggle, shouting out an apology while Seungcheol barked out orders like this entire game was a championship match instead of a simple water battle – typical.

You squeal when cold water splashes onto your arm. “Hey! Whoever that was, you better count your days!”

“Would be a dream!”

“Jiwoo, she’s off limits!”

You like this. The chaos that fills the air with laughter. It’s simple and pure, just like how the movies portrait or romanticise college life for cheerleaders and the rugby team.

Rounding a tree for cover, you collided with someone else who had the same idea. You squeak and a strong arm caught you by your waist before you could fall on your butt. Looking up, there stood Seungcheol in all his glory.

His shirt was drenched and clinging to his chest, droplets of water ran down his neck and Gods, if you didn’t have some form of self control, you’d probably jump him.

He looked just as surprised as you were – but it only lasted a second before that infuriating smug grin of his spread on his lips. “Didn’t think I’d find you here, sunshine.”

You huffed, trying to play it cool. Trying to act like your heart didn’t do that stupid flutter. “This is a water gun battle, Captain. You’re supposed to be fighting, not flirting.”

Seungcheol chuckles, “Who says I can’t do both?”

Before you can come up with a comeback, the captain lifted his water gun and fired at you at close range. The stream hit your shoulder, the water cold enough to make you gasp at the sensation.

“Choi Seungcheol!”

He laughs, dodging the spray of water you fired in return. You chased after him across the beach, trying both your best to not trip over your steps, shouting half-formed threats in between laughter. The rest of the squad had fallen into a similar form of chaos – Jihoon was wrestling Mingyu for some waterballoons, some of the cheer squad had formed a barricade with one of the picnic tables and Yejin was chasing after Joshua for a spare water gun.

You finally caught up to Seungcheol near one of the beach cabins, both of you panting, soaked, but still fiercely competitive.

“Okay, okay,” he said between breaths, “You’re a tough one, Sunshine.”

He extends a hand towards you, “Truce?”

You narrowed your eyes, suspicions high. “You’re a Leo who’s fiercely competitive. You don’t do truces.”

He smirks, “Maybe I make an exception for a certain cheerleader whose smile reminds me of the rays of sun.”

You hesitated, but decided to trust him. “Fine. Truce.”

He takes a step closer, lowering his water gun. “See? We can work together afterall.”

Just as you lowered your gun, you felt a stream of water his you right in the chest.

You blinked. “You–!”

He was already laughing, running away with his hands raised in the air as you chased after him. “You should know better than to trust the enemy who is also a competitive Leo, _!”

“You are so dead, Choi Seungcheol!”

Whoever said the sunsets look even more gorgeous at the beach was right. The sky was a blend of soft pink, purple, and orange. Whatever team bonding or rivalry was done for the day and everyone settled into a new routine with the rhythmic rolls of the ocean waves in the background.

Several of the rugby boys moved the grills a little further from the campsite, but not too close to the tides so they could enjoy both sides without compromising too much.

Yejin claps her hands together, “Alright! Cheer squad on sides. Rugby boys on grilling.”

“Try not to poison us with the grill,” Minjoo teases.

“Excuse me,” Mingyu scoffs. “We know how to cook. In fact, we’re excellent cooks!”

“Seungcheol had to search up how to cut an onion last time,” Yejin snorted.

“Hey!” Seungcheol called out from the grill, raising the tongs at the cheerleader. “That was one time!”

Moments go by and you’ve decided to hover nearby Seungcheol’s grilling station, watching his actions curiously. The sizzling sounded promising, but the smell… not really. “I don’t think they’re supposed to smell like that, Captain.”

Seungcheol frowned, “It’s fine, sunshine. They’re on a grill.”

He lifted a skewer and is rendered speechless when one side is visibly blackened. You tilted your head to the side, “Define… fine.”

Mingyu picks up another skewer, waving it in front of the captain's face. “I think it's fighting back, hyung.”

Seungcheol glares at him, “Go and see if the cheerleaders need help with the sides, Gyu.”

The giant raises his hands in surrender, walking away with a shit eating grin that makes the captain want to punch it off his face. You stepped closer, "You're flipping them too late, Seungcheol.”

“It's not that bad.”

You raised a brow, “Would you eat them when they look like that?”

He huffed a laugh and stepped aside to make room for you. “Alright, ___. Show me how to not turn dinner into… charcoal.”

You sprinkled some water onto the grill to lower the heat and spread out the skewers while the captain observed quietly, secretly impressed. “Didn't think you'd be the type to be good with grills, sunshine.”

“Went on several camping trips with my family and had my dad teach me some tricks.”

“So you're an outdoors girl, eh?”

“Only if food isn't about to be burnt and I'm not shoved deep into a forest.”

Seungcheol didn't think he'd be more attracted to you, but here he is – whipped because his little cheerleader crush enjoys the great outdoors.

Food was finally ready by the time the sky darkened and stars started blinking in one by one. Everyone gathered around the grill and bench table with paper plates and plastic cups. “Remember to throw your trash in the bags, team!” Minghao called out, “If I see anyone littering, you will get an ass whooping!”

Jihoon takes a seat next to you on one of the driftwood logs. “So… ___, right?”

You turn to him, “Depends on who's asking.”

“The Flanker.“

You shift and he chuckles, “Don't worry, I'm not here with ill intentions. Just curious about the girl that's got the captain so down bad.”

You snort, “Oh, please. You say that like it's something serious.”

He chuckles, taking a sip from his red plastic cup before replying. “Well, I did grow up with him so it's safe to say that I know when something's up. Cheol is… I guess you can say he's not the type to fall for people. If I remember correctly, he's had two ex-girlfriends but he didn't really like them as much as they did to him.”

“Why did he get together with them, then?”

Jihoon's lips twitch into a smirk. “Curious, arent'cha?”

You narrowed your eyes and he shrugged. “He likes them enough to be with them, but relationships aren't exactly a priority to him. During his first year, when we just enrolled, it was studies and the girl was more of a party animal which did kinda turn him off.”

You raised a brow. “I thought you jocks like going to parties. Alcohol, hook-ups, weed–”

“Okay, maybe some of them do. But, Seungcheol is more like… He's there to keep an eye on us, y'know? Gotta make sure his boys don't end up too deep in trouble.”

You hum in understanding. Maybe not all jocks are hormonal party animals, you thought.

“In second year, when he got accepted into the rugby team, his priorities became study and rugby. It was a little hard for him to balance those two while maintaining a relationship so, yeah.”

“And you think that this time it'll be different because I'm a cheerleader?”

Jihoon snorts. “Please, if you're thinking of that stereotypical jock and cheerleader trope, you can abandon it. I think it'll be different because you check out at most eighty percent of whatever his ideal type is.”

“And that is?”

“Passionte about what you love. Independent. You talk back or challenge him in a sense, and trust me when I say that shit turns him the fuck on.”

“Excuse me?”

He smirks, “You'll find out sooner or later. That is if you give him the chance. Kink aside, you also prioritise your studies.”

A beat of silence before he nudges your arm, “But, you didn’t hear it from me. Anyways, I gotta bounce because I can feel Cheol staring daggers at me. I'm not saying all these things to persuade you into accepting him as a boyfriend if he does decide to tell you. Think of it as me vouching for some kind of long-term investment that will benefit you both.”

“Nice business talk, Jihoon.”

“Hey, I'm a Finance major. Gotta know how to talk business.”

Both teams gathered around a bonfire after dinner. Joshua strummed the chords of the guitar while Dokyeom sang a random line from one of Mariah Carey's songs. You and Yejin passed around some marshmallows while someone yelled out, “Alright, time for a game of Truth or Dare!”

“I got a good one!” One of the cheerleaders announced. Pointing at Seungcheol, she asks him to pick. Being the Leo that he is, the captain chose Dare. The cheerleader grins, “Sit next to someone you'd like to get to know better.”

For a moment, he hesitated.

You felt his gaze on you even as your gaze was focused on the fire, watching the sparks rise and disappear. The silence was torturous to the group, but their gaze soon followed his and landed on you. Mingyu nudges him, “You buffering, Captain?”

Seungcheol cleared his throat, his neck turning a light shade of red. He moves to sit next to you and the teasing was immediate

“OHH–”

Seungcheol glares at his team, “Shut your mouths before I make you lot run laps tomorrow morning.”

The cabin lights flickered on one-by-one as everyone retreated for the night.

In your cabin, Yejin is quick to start the conversation as soon as she kicks off her sandals and plops onto her bed. “So, are we going to talk about it or pretend it didn't happen?”

All eyes were on you.

You blinked, “Talk about..?”

Another girl turned her head, mid-way putting on her face mask. “Don't play dumb, ___. Obviously about Choi Seungcheol.”

The cabin erupts into a chorus of hums and giggles. You groaned, “Come on, girls. What's there to talk about?”

“Um, have you forgotten the incident where he lent you his jacket when it rained a few weeks ago?”

“How he sat next to you for the dare?”

“Not to mention the way he kept looking at you whenever you laughed. Like, constantly.”

You rolled your eyes, braiding your hair for sleep while also hoping the somewhat dim lighting managed to hide the warmth creeping up your neck. ”It doesn't mean anything. He's just being nice.”

Yejin snorts, clearly unconvinced. “Right, nice. Last I remembered, the only people who got this level of ‘niceness’ were those girls he dated. And based on my observations, there's a difference when it comes to him being nice in general and down so bad I need this girl to be mine kind of nice.”

You don't respond – partially because you had no idea on how to respond to that. Even if you were to respond, what were you supposed to say? That for some odd reason, you kind of liked the way he hovered around you without it feeling like he was invading your personal space? That occasionally your heart would flutter at the thought of giving him a chance?

Noticing your lack of response, Yejin diverts the topic – not wanting to pry even though she wanted to.

Eventually, the voices softened. Someone had fallen asleep mid-scroll, the dim light of their phone lighting up their face before blacking out. Another cheerleader muttered something in her sleep before rolling over, snoring softly. One by one, the girls in your cabin settled into sleep – except you.

You lay on your back, staring at the ceiling with the sound of waves rhythmically crashing against the shore playing in the background. Your mind replays several instances of Seungcheol essentially pining after you. While you try to convince yourself that it meant nothing, you begin to doubt your thoughts too.

That doesn't really answer a lot though – why you?

Out of all the cheerleaders, out of all the girls – why specifically you?

You shifted carefully, careful to not wake either of the girls as you slipped out the cabin. Walking along the shoreline, you let the tide roll onto the cool sand and occasionally soak your feet. It was peaceful and the view was breathtaking, bringing you a sense of peace.

You stop when you feel someone behind you. Turning around, you're face-to-face with Seungcheol.

“Creeping up on me now, Captain?”

He laughs softly, shaking his head. “I view it more as me making sure you don't get hurt out here, sunshine.”

“By walking at a very questionable distance behind me?”

“Touche.”

You let him come up to stand next to you, watching the silver painted ocean while the gentle breeze blows in your faces. “Guess I'm not the only one that can’t sleep tonight,” he starts. “Penny for your thoughts?”

For a second, you had an internal debate. Do you ask him about his feelings? Or should you just… play dumb and act like nothing is going on?

The words slipped through your lips before you could stop them.

“Do you like me?”

The captain blinks, clearly caught off guard. His lips part, then shuts; and opens again. For a second, you wonder if you had maybe read too much into it – that maybe Yejin and Jihoon also read too much into his actions. But, he lets out a quiet huff. “Should've known Jihoon said something to you when he sat next to you.”

“Yejin said some things too,” you added.

“Of course she did.”

He tucks his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants, looking up at the stars. “They're not wrong, though. I do like you. Like, like like you. As in, I want you to be my girlfriend kind of like.”

You stare at him, taking in the way he looks right now. The moonlight softened his usual sharp features, stripping away any roughness that's usually seen on the field. Right now, he just looks… gentle. Soft. Like he just belongs to the calmness of the night.

“But… Why?”

He looks at you,”Do I really need a reason to like you, sunshine?”

“Um… In this day and age, clearly. How can I be sure you aren't those jocks that tell cheerleaders they like them to get up their skirts?”

He rubs the back of his neck, “Yeah… The media and how some of the boys act aren’t really helping my case, huh?” Sighing, he turns to look at you – really look at you. What caught your breath was the look in his eyes.

Genuine. Full of emotions.

“Look, I just… I don’t want you to look at me and think I’m like that,” he starts. “How jocks, athletes and captains are all the same. I get it, y’know. A few bad apples s’all it takes to ruin the bunch, but I don’t want you thinking I’m just another version.”

“Another version of what, Seungcheol?”

“That I don’t mean what I say. That I thrive off of attention, which while is true, doesn’t apply to… romantic interests. I don’t want you thinking that I’m doing all this just to get up your skirt and leave.”

A breeze picked up and a shiver shot up your spine. The word slipped past your lips before you could stop yourself, “Why?”

He doesn’t answer right away, tearing his gaze away from you to look at the dark ocean. “I do things with intent, sunshine. Sure, you could look at what I’m doing right now like I’m trying to increase my chances of sleeping with you; but that’s not my intention. You… You kind of… expect the worst from people, which I don’t blame you for. But I don’t want to be that.”

You swallowed, “You don’t know me that well.”

“And I want to.”

Silence followed – the air charged with something and the ocean kept lapping at the shore.

“I don’t offer my trust to just anyone. Especially when that trust involves my feelings.”

He waited for a ‘But’ that never came. It was evident to the rugby captain that chasing after this little cheerleader would be a challenge.

Luckily, he’s never one to back down.

After a while, he stood. “We should get some sleep. Tomorrow’s probably going to be even hectic before we head back to campus.” He offers you his hand, and you hesitated for several seconds before taking it.

“Yeah… Yeah, we should,” you mumbled.

He gently helped you up and only let go when you were steady.

“Goodnight, sunshine.”

“Goodnight, captain.”

Several weeks have passed since that night by the beach.

There was no drastic change in the way Seungcheol interacts with you, but he has been acting more… thoughtful? Considerate? You weren’t even sure what word to use. Sure, your routine in Cheonghwa is pretty much the same – it’s just that now you’re seen with a particular rugby captain more often.

How it started?

Well, let’s just say that Seungcheol has taken it upon himself to walk you home.

It started off unintentionally, or at least that’s what you both have been telling yourselves.

Practice ran later than expected one evening. By the time you had finished stuffing your pompoms into your duffel and zipped up your hoodie to hide the cheer uniform, the field light flickered to life. You sigh, slinging the bag over your shoulder and begin to walk across the field towards the gates.

You were about halfway there when you heard quick footsteps catching up to you.

“If you’re thinking of jumping me–”

“Whoa there, sunshine.”

Seungcheol had his hands raised in mock surrender, his own duffel hanging over his shoulder. “I’m not a threat.”

“Count yourself lucky I didn’t have my pepper spray in hand, captain,” you retort. “Could’ve blinded the star player before his Friday game.”

He chuckles, “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. Honest. I just… Well, your studio is in the same direction as mine so…”

The jock almost wants to kick himself at how bad he’s failing in trying to act and sound non-chalant.

“Are you offering to walk me home, Seungcheol?”

“Yes. Yes, I am.”

From that night on, it became part of your routine if practice ran on longer than usual. He’d catch up to you without a word, his pace adjusting to match yours almost immediately. After the first three times, Seungcheol’s even took it upon himself to carry your duffel bag for you – letting it hang over his own shoulder. You’ve tried to protest several times, technically every time, but he just shrugs it off.

“I want to do this, sunshine. Let me, alright?”

The walks with him were comforting, easy even. The conversations you both had never felt forced. It just came naturally – he’d ask about your routines, you’d ask about his pre-game ‘rituals’. Sometimes he’d even ask you about your classes, which subject made you nervous or which lecturer needed to be better at their job. Whenever you complained, he’d always make sure your feelings were valid.

When you talked about pressure and expectations, he shared some of his own experiences. How while he loved being captain, it was still a role he wasn’t expecting to receive.

“I always thought it’d be either Wonwoo or Jihoon to be honest,” he chuckled. “They’re both more… strategic.”

He goes on about how there were days he wishes he wasn’t captain – that the weight of leadership was heavy, especially when everyone expects you to have all the answers when you were figuring things out too.

Whenever you reach the lobby of your studio, he’d always make sure you walked through those gates. He never insisted that he followed you up to your studio in case it was crossing a line.

“Text me when you’re inside,” he would say, every time.

And every single time, you would.

What you didn’t know was that he’d only leave the lobby if he got that text. On the days you’d forget or were too tired to, he’d linger around for about ten minutes before leaving.

seungcheol 🏉: hey sunshine seungcheol 🏉: u up? seungcheol 🏉: kinda need hlp with some stuff sunshine ☀️: it’s 12am captain sunshine ☀️: what help could u possibly need? seungcheol 🏉: can i call u?

At first you thought he just needed to jog up his memory from previous classes – ones he’s taken before but had forgotten, and since you were both in the same course, it’d only make sense for him to do so. It was just two students helping each other with their grades, until you remembered he’s made the Dean’s List the past two years.

“You don’t actually need help, do you?” You asked over the phone.

Seungcheol lets out a laugh, one that’s warm and sheepish – like he’s been caught red-handed. “Okay, you got me. I don’t really need help with my studies.”

“Then why the calls?”

A pause.

It wasn’t the awkward kind, but you can tell he’s choosing his words carefully.

Then, he sighs. “Look, sunshine. I… I really like hearing your voice. I think it’s cute and admirable that you’re trying to explain something that you haven’t learnt, but still did it because you wanted to help me. And… Well, I like you.”

“You know I don’t trust anyone with my feelings, captain,” you reminded him. “Especially jocks.”

“I know,” he mutters. “I know you’re… scared of something, and I know my… courting methods probably aren’t making it any better. But, that doesn’t mean I won’t stop trying to earn your trust.”

His words had your fingers tightening around your phone. He wasn’t begging nor was he making a promise that’s too big to deliver.

He was just being honest.

Those calls stretched longer as time went on. Sometimes it’s about classes and exams; other times it’s just him indirectly getting to know you a little better. He’d ask you about your favourite colour, your childhood memories – sometimes he’d manage to get you to open up just enough where you’d say things you rarely said out loud.

Then, there were nights when exhaustion wins over you and you’d fall asleep mid-sentence.

Seungcheol never tried to wake you up.

He doesn’t hang up immediately either. He just listens to your steady, quiet breathing for a few minutes before he does hang up.

Like he’s making a silent promise to stay with you even when there are days where the world feels too heavy, where you’re too tired to speak.

One afternoon, right after practice, Yejin approaches you in the locker room. She leans against one of the mirrors, arms crossed when she says very matter-of-factly, “Seungcheol’s in love with you.”

You scoffed, “He’s not.”

“___, he carries your bag.”

“So? That doesn’t mean anything.”

“I heard he’s been calling you at night, too.”

“Studies.”

Yejin raised a brow.

You pursed your lips together, realising how weak that argument was. “Okay, fine – I’ll let you have that one…”

Another girl chimed in softly, “I’m gonna be honest, girl, he looks at you like you’re the only girl in the room. Anyone would kill to have that kind of attention from him.”

Your words came out harsher than intended, “That’s the problem.”

The silence that followed was heavy. You swallowed the lump in your throat, “Everyone wants his attention. Everyone wants him. Sure, he says all these sweet words and pays attention to me now; but jocks are all the same. They’ll get bored, ‘busy’, or maybe someone else will come along and then suddenly, you’re just… an afterthought to them.”

Yejin sighs, “Seungcheol isn’t like that, _.”

“How do you know for sure he isn’t like that?”

Tense silence fell over the locker room once again.

Against your paranoia or overthinking self, part of you wants to believe what Yejin is saying about Seungcheol. Hell, you want to believe the captain is genuine, too – especially with how his unspoken confession was seen everywhere.

In the way his knuckles brushed yours when he walked you home.

In the way he searches for you after winning every game with that stupid grin.

In the way his gaze softened whenever it met yours.

To the cheer and rugby squad, it was obvious that Choi Seungcheol’s feelings and intentions were pure even if you didn’t want to admit it.

And that terrifies you.

Seungcheol finds you sitting on one of the bleachers later that evening, lost in your own thoughts. He takes a seat next to you, maintaining a small; yet respectable distance between you both. The kind that tells you he’ll give you space, but if you need a shoulder to cry on, he’s just within reach.

“Yejin came to me to have a little chat,” he said carefully.

He hears you suck in a sharp breath. Turning to look at you, he studies your face. “She didn’t say anything bad about you, don’t worry. Just said that based on her observations or conversation from earlier, you have some… trust issues.”

He lets his words hang in the air for a moment.

“I’m not here to corner you, sunshine. I’m not here to force answers out of you too. I just… I want you to know that whatever it is you’re carrying, I’m not offended nor am I afraid of it.”

You let out a slow breath, though it trembled just a little. “It’s not you. I’m just… not good at trusting people without being reminded that there are consequences.”

He nods. “People don’t build walls without reason.”

He nudges you a little with his elbow, “I’m patient too, y’know.”

“Why? Why are you doing this?”

“Again, my feelings or actions aren’t temporary, sunshine. I really mean it when I say I want to be a part of your life. Highs and lows. Pretty and ugly. All of it.”

You desperately wanted to believe him, but the fear won’t let you.

“I’m not going to forcefully tear down your walls. I just… I want you to know that I’m willing to stand by your side. If you’ll have me.”

You slowly turn to meet his gaze. The longing and devotion in them were loud. They were telling you that he’s already chosen you.

You should’ve told him to leave. Tell him you wanted him to stop this pursuit quest he’s set his mind on.

But, you don’t.

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you unlock the door, push it open,

and immediately wish you hadn’t.

seungcheol. on the couch. fisting his cock.

your brain short-circuits. like, full shutdown, blue screen, cease all functioning mode.

the man is spread out—legs wide, head tipped back, theres a drop of sweat that drips from his neck aand land in the middle of his chest. hes exposing his toned abs that clench with every up and down of his hand. and his cock is huge. thick from the base to the top and flushed deep red at the tip, veins prominent as his fist works over it.

he’s so lost in it that he doesn’t even register your presence at first, not until he finally cracks his eyes open and sees you standing there, frozen stunned into silence.

the next few seconds happen in slow motion.

his eyes widen. his entire body stiffens. his hand stops.

“WHAT THE FUCK—”

seungcheol scrambles to cover himself, reaching for the nearest thing—which, unfortunately for him, is a shirt that does nothing to hide the absolute tent he’s pitching. his face goes red, splotchy from the neck up, and he looks so flustered that for a split second, you almost feel bad.

“why the fuck are you here?!” he practically barks at you, voice ragged from whatever the fuck he was doing before you ruined his life.

you blink, still processing the image that’s now burned into your brain for eternity. “uh. joshua?”

“what about joshua?!”

“he… he needed a document.”

seungcheol lets out a sound that is so frustrated, so exasperated, that it almost doesn’t register as human. “and you didn’t think to knock?!”

“why would i knock?! i didn’t think anyone would be jerking off in the living room like a fucking pervert—”

“IT’S MY APARTMENT.”

“IT’S JOSHUA’S TOO.”

“HE’S NOT HERE.”

“WELL, NEITHER AM I, NOW.” you turn on your heel, hand reaching for the doorknob. “i’ll just get the doc later—”

but before you can escape, he rasps, “don’t you dare tell joshua about this.”

you pause. smirk. oh, this is fun.

back still facing him, fingers still wrapped around the doorknob. you should leave. should pretend none of this ever happened. but something—some sick, wrong part of you—doesn’t want to.

so you turn. lean back against the door. cross your arms.

“what?” he snaps, shifting on the couch, the shirt still pitifully draped over his lap.

you tilt your head, dragging your gaze slowly down his body—his hard nipples, the taut muscles in his arms, the way his thighs tense like he’s fighting the urge to close them. you can see the way he twitches under the shirt.

“you’re still hard,” you note, your voice syrupy sweet, but your eyes gleam meanly.

seungcheol tenses. “so?”

“so… you’re mad at me for walking in,” you say, cocking a brow, “but you’re still hard as fuck.”

he grits his teeth, but his silence is loud as hell.

so you take a step forward. just one.

his breath hitches.

“cheol.” you coo at him. “you sure you hate me?”

he glares, but it’s weaker now, faltering under your scrutiny. you can see it—the slight tremor in his fingers, the way his pulse jumps in his throat, the way he’s not telling you to stop.

so you take another step.

and another.

until you’re standing right in front of him, the shirt the only barrier between his cock and your eyes.

his jaw tightens. “don’t.”

“don’t what?” you murmur, reaching forward to trace your fingers over his wrist—the one that was just wrapped around his cock. “don’t call you out? don’t get closer? don’t—”

in a flash, he grabs your wrist, yanking you down.

you gasp as you land on his lap, his hands firm on your hips, his cock pressing against your ass through the thin barrier of the shirt and your clothes.

his lips are right by your ear when he growls, “don’t fucking test me.”

you shiver, but you’re not scared, you’re thrilled.

so you shift, pressing back against him, and smirk when he lets out a sharp breath through his nose.

“or what?” you whisper.

his grip tightens. “you really wanna find out?”

your fingers curl into his hair, tugging just enough to make him hiss.

“yeah,” you breathe, lips brushing his jaw. “i do.”

he snaps.

the shirt under you is gone.

his mouth crashes into yours, hot and angry, his hands gripping your waist like he’s trying to burn the shape of you into his palms. his teeth nip at your bottom lip, his tongue prying your mouth open, swallowing the gasp you let out when his fingers dig into your hips.

you grind down, moaning into his mouth when you feel just how fucking thick he is, leaking against your skirt. 

his hands are rough when he yanks your skirt up, bunching the fabric around your waist with no intention of letting it fall back down. you barely have a second to breathe before his fingers push past your thighs, finding the front of your panties hooking his thumb into the damp fabric and pulling it to the side.

the rush of cold air makes you gasp, thighs trying to snap shut, but his thighs pins them open. and maybe, he has a shred of decency in him, because he lets out a low breath and murmurs, “this is gonna be rough.”

no warning. just that.

you should stop him. you should tell him to go slow, to prep you, to at least spit on it—but you don’t, you need to feel this big cock stretching you until every single thought inside your head gets completely erased.

there’s no lube, no prep besides the mess between your thighs, just the torturous process of sinking down.

seungcheol watches all of it. watches the way your lips part, how your lashes flutter, how your nails dig into the skin of his shoulders the lower you go. he’s leaning back against the couch, one hand gripping the plush of your ass, the other wrapped around his base, guiding you onto him like you’re something delicate. like he’s trying to help.

but he’s not.

because he knows what he’s doing when he taps his cockhead against your clit first, dragging the tip through your slick, coaxing out little whimpers that make him smirk. he knows what he’s doing when he presses up, just the tip slipping inside, barely enough to be satisfying but more than enough to make your thighs twitch.

your breath catches in your throat, your whole body twitching up as you take the next inch too fast. your brain is empty, your body is working on instinct, thighs shaking as you brace yourself against him, trying—failing—to push down further.

and he sees it. sees how you’re struggling, sees how your muscles twitch like you’re about to give out, sees how you want to take it but your body is fighting the stretch.

so he helps.

his hands clamp down on your waist.

and then he slams you down.

the sound that leaves your throat is so ruined that he cant help but feel a bit of compassion.

because suddenly you’re full. suddenly you’re sitting completely in his lap, completely engulfed in him, your thighs flush against his, his cock buried so fucking deep that you can feel it pressing up against every nerve inside you.

but when you try to move, try to lift yourself even an inch—nothing.

your thighs won’t cooperate. your muscles won’t listen.

you can’t move.

“oh?” seungcheol tilts his head, smug grin curling at his lips as he grinds up, watching the way your mouth falls open at the sensation.

“too big for you, baby?”

you whimper.

“thought so.”

and then he takes control, because you can’t move—so he does it for you. his hands lift you effortlessly, dragging your hips up before slamming you back down, setting the pace, forcing your body to take what it’s given.

and you can’t think straight anymore. every thrust knocks the air from your lungs, every time he slams you down it punches little whimpers from your throat that only make him hungrier.

“awww… thought you were so tough. but you can’t even fuck yourself on my cock, huh?”

you cry out, body giving up, melting against his chest as you desperately try to follow his rhythm, hips twitching with little, pathetic attempts to keep up. your body isn’t even yours anymore—just a toy, something for seungcheol to use, something he’s breaking in with every brutal roll of his hips. 

his fingers dig into your waist, gripping you so tight it hurts, but the pleasure drowns it out. you’re so deep into it, into him, that every ounce of shame has left your body, every shred of dignity gone. because you can’t do anything but take it, can’t do anything but let him use you like you were made for this.

he tilts his head, watching you fall apart, watching how your thighs tremble with every slap of his hips against yours.

“damn,” he laughs, licking his lips, voice mocking. “you’re making such a fucking mess of yourself.”

you whimper, forehead pressing against his collarbone.

and then he grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“mm-mm, don’t hide now,” he says, smirking. “be a good girl and let me see that dumb little face while i ruin you.”

a sob rips from your throat, high-pitched and wrecked.

he groans, grinding up into you.

“fuck. bet the neighbors can hear you, huh? joshua’s gonna be so fucking embarrassed when he gets a noise complaint for his dumb little best friend getting dicked down like a whore.”

your whole body jerks, a whimper escaping your lips at the humiliation, the filth dripping from his tongue.

and he sees it.

his grin turns cruel.

“oh, you like that?” he taunts, thrusting up so deep your back arches. “you like knowing that you’re loud enough to make it everyone’s fucking problem? that you’re such a good little fucktoy for me that i can’t even keep you quiet?”

you nod, because you can’t lie. his fingers tighten around your jaw, his lips brushing against yours as he coos.

“poor little thing.”

he thrusts up again, so hard, so deep that your whole body bounces, hands scrambling against his chest, voice cracking in a choked-out sob.

and he moans, deep and satisfied, because you’re so fucking perfect for him. because your body is his to use, to mold, to ruin.

“joshua’s gonna kill me c-cheol.”

his hips snap up again, knocking the breath from your lungs.

“but you’ll tell him it was worth it, won’t you, baby?”

he smooths one over your back, pressing down so your tits rub against his burning skin, while the other stays firm on your hip, keeping you still. your body jerks with every pulse of his cock inside you, twitching as you flutter around him, so overstimulated you can’t tell where the pleasure starts or ends.

“s-seungcheol—” his name is nothing but a broken cry, muffled against his neck, but he’s relentless. he doesn’t even let you finish, just shifts his knees slightly and thrusts up into you with all the power in his core.

“fuck,” he hisses when you clamp down, crying out into his skin, and he wraps an arm fully around you to hold you up. “shh, baby, you’re being so loud.”

his hand snakes up your back, fingers tangling into your hair, forcing you to lift your head. you meet his gaze, and it knocks the breath from your lungs. he looks fucked, mouth parted, sweat dripping from his hairline, chest heaving, but he still manages to look at you like he’s about to devour you whole.

“c’mon,” he coos, tilting his head, his grip tightening just enough to make your scalp tingle. “tell me it was worth it. tell me how good my cock is.”

he punctuates it with a sharp snap of his hips and you keen, trying to lift yourself, trying to relieve some of the intensity, but your thighs betray you. seungcheol laughs, breathless but smug, and his fingers press bruises into your skin as he maneuvers you like you weigh nothing.

“see? can’t even move, huh? my poor baby,” he murmurs, voice syrupy sweet, his free hand cupping your cheek now. “you’re just gonna sit here and take it like the perfect fucktoy you are.”

heat prickles at your skin at the words, your brain too fogged up to be embarrassed, too fucked out to do anything but let him guide you. he rocks you against him, making sure you feel every inch of him dragging against your walls, rubbing at all the right places, pressing into you deeper than you thought was even possible.

“you take me so well, baby,” he praises, leaning in to press his lips against yours, just enough to tease. “so fuckin’ tight, so warm—fucking heaven.”

his hand slides between your bodies, two fingers finding your swollen, neglected clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles over it. the sensation makes your thighs twitch, your nails dig into his back, a fresh wave of tears pooling at the corners of your eyes.

“shhh, i got you, baby,” he whispers, kissing your jaw now, your temple. his fingers on your clit work in time with the slow, torturous grind of his hips. “i got you, yeah? you gonna cum for me? hm?”

he kisses you full on the mouth when you sob, swallowing the sound like he wants to keep it forever. and then he speeds up just a little, rolling your clit with more pressure, meeting every rut of your hips with a firm thrust up.

you shatter.

your whole body seizes, a strangled moan tearing from your throat as you clamp down so tight on him that it sends him tumbling over the edge with you. he groans, long and low, holding you so tight against him that you can feel every pulse of his cum inside you, hot and deep. his hips jerk once, twice more before he stills, forehead pressed against yours as you both gasp for air.

it’s quiet for a moment, the only sounds are the distant hum of the city outside the window, and the soft squelch when he finally shifts, making you both moan.

your body trembles like a leaf caught in the wind, and seungcheol drinks it in, the heat of your overstimulated form twitching against his chest as he presses slow, lingering kisses into the curve of your neck. his lips move down, sucking at the pulse point that hammers beneath your skin. your breath stutters. his fingers, nails just barely grazing, trail down the arch of your spine, featherlight but enough to make you shiver. you barely even realize you’re moving, the last bit of strength in your boneless limbs used to weakly push yourself up, to let his cock slip free from where it’s buried inside you. 

the second it leaves you, your body gives out. you collapse right into his chest, heavier than before, spent and trembling, the exhaustion hitting all at once. you can’t even pretend to be embarrassed about it. you just sigh, your lips brushing the base of his throat as you settle against him, body limp.

seungcheol holds you steady with both hands, like he’s afraid you might melt right into the couch and disappear. his broad palm cradles the back of your head, fingers splaying across your scalp, scratching at your roots. he keeps the other hand wrapped around your waist, thumb stroking absentmindedly against your ribs. the tension in his body hasn’t left yet. his shoulders are still tight. you know him well enough to know what’s coming before he even says it.

“you good?” 

you hum in response, nuzzling into his chest as your fingers curl weakly against his pecs. “just a little sore.”

he exhales through his nose. shifts beneath you. you can feel his fingers flex where they rest on your waist, like he wants to squeeze but holds himself back. then, with zero effort, he grips the back of your neck and lifts you up, just enough to force you to look at him. your lids are heavy, half-lidded, dazed, and fuck, that shouldn’t make him feel so possessive, but it does.

his thumb sweeps across your cheek, his jaw tensing. “shit. i’m sorry,” he murmurs, eyes scanning over your features like he’s searching for anything more than just exhaustion. “lemme take care of you, hm?”

you don’t have it in you to resist, don’t even want to. you let him move you, let him handle you like you weigh nothing as he lifts you from his lap and shifts you onto the couch, laying you down as if you’re something delicate. and maybe you are, now, after the way he ruined you. maybe that’s why you don’t fight him when he presses your thighs apart, watching as they just fall open on their own, spread wide like a doll.

you don’t have the strength to do much else than whimper softly as his thumbs spread you further, gaze locked onto your swollen cunt, still so slick from where he fucked you. his jaw clenches.

you don’t even get a warning before he moves in, before his hands grip your thighs to keep them open as he dives between them, mouth sealing over your clit in one slow stroke of his tongue.

you jolt, a weak little gasp punching from your lungs. your fingers barely find the energy to tangle into his hair, and the grip is nowhere near as firm as it usually is, but he groans anyway. whether it’s from the feeling of your grip or from the way you instantly react to him, you don’t know. but he doesn’t stop.

his tongue moves slow, warm and so fucking wet as he licks broad, flat strokes over your sensitive flesh, working you open again with patience. he isn’t trying to overstimulate, isn’t trying to get you off again—though you can already tell it wouldn’t take much. his focus is entirely on easing the ache, on massaging every tender inch of you with his mouth, his lips, his tongue.

“feels good?” his voice is muffled against you, but it vibrates in just the right way.

you nod, breath hitching when he sucks your clit into his mouth, tongue rolling it in slow circles. your body twitches, heat curling at the base of your spine. “cheol…”

he moans against you, and presses you down harder against his face. your hips jump, an embarrassing whimper breaking free as his tongue dips lower, tracing around your entrance before dragging back up, collecting every bit of slick along the way.

you whine, fingers curling tighter in his hair. he doesn’t tease. doesn’t prolong it. just keeps his pace slow and steady, gentle enough to soothe, firm enough to keep you on the edge of something, even if you’re too sensitive to chase it. and if the way he’s grinding his hips into the couch tells you anything—it’s that he’s just as affected as you are.

he’s not eating you out to get himself off, but fuck if it isn’t working.

the obscene sounds of his mouth working between your thighs filling the entire apartment, mixing in with your breathless moans and the way he groans right into your cunt. you don’t even have it in you to be embarrassed about the way your cum is smeared all over his chin, his jaw, his cheeks—how it drips down onto the couch below with every intentional roll of his tongue against your entrance.

his tongue works in circles, pressing flat to your hole before dragging up again, tasting every bit of your arousal as it gushes out onto his lips. his mouth is open the entire time, tongue rolling and flicking, nose nudging against your clit as he angles his head lower. he flattens his tongue, groaning as he drags it up through your folds before plunging it into you, so messy that you swear you see white behind your eyelids.

your back arches, chest rising in sharp, hiccupped gasps, every single nerve in your body on flames. your thighs twitch in his grasp, and he squeezes them tighter, keeping you spread open just for him. his hands slide up, one wrapping firmly around your waist, keeping you pinned in place, while the other travels up, up—his fingers finding the stiff peaks of your nipples.

your eyes snap open, a gasp catching in your throat as he rolls one between his fingertips, twisting just enough to make your eyes roll. you swear you hear him chuckle against you, like he knows exactly what he’s doing to you.

“breathe,” he murmurs, lips brushing against your clit before sucking it between his teeth, tongue rolling in lazy, teasing circles on the swollen bud. “breathe for me, baby.”

you try. you really do. but the way his mouth moves, the way his fingers tweak and pull, it’s too much. you’re spiraling. you feel another orgasm creeping up so fast it steals the air right out of your lungs.

he sees it. he knows.

his grip tightens on your thigh, his tongue flicking faster, working you open as his free hand continues to play with your tits, kneading the soft flesh, fingers rolling your nipples in rhythm with the lazy grind of his tongue against your clit.

your moans turn high-pitched, desperate. your body twists beneath him, unable to keep still as the pleasure builds, climbing higher and higher.

but then—a whimper.

not from you.

from him.

you force your heavy lids open, head lolling to the side as you try to focus on him. and fuck, the sight that greets you is almost enough to make you cum then and there.

seungcheol is rutting against the couch. grinding, fucking humping it like a damn dog, his hips rolling in slow thrusts, his rock-hard cock straining against his stomach, smearing precum all over his abs and the fabric beneath him.

he whimpers again, this time louder, his brows furrowed, his breath coming in short, uneven pants.

“fuck,” he groans, mouth still pressed against you, voice muffled by the way his tongue keeps working you over. he pulls back just enough to speak, his lips glistening, his chin soaked. his eyes are dark, glassy, pupils blown wide as he looks up at you. “can’t—fuck, i can’t stop. you taste too good.”

your chest tightens, a desperate, aching cry slipping from your lips as you clutch at his hair, thighs twitching in his grasp. “cheol—gonna—gonna cum, oh my god—”

he moans, actually fucking moans, his hips grinding down harder against the couch as he redoubles his efforts, tongue circling your clit in precise, teasing flicks, his fingers pinching your nipples just hard enough to send you over the edge.

your body locks up. your back arches. your mouth falls open, a silent scream tearing from your throat as your orgasm crashes over you, all-consuming.

seungcheol doesn’t stop. doesn’t slow down. he works you through it like it’s his mission, licking you clean, his tongue rolling over your entrance, collecting every last drop as your body trembles violently beneath him.

your chest heaves, your vision blurring, but even through the haze, you can feel him still grinding against the couch, still so fucking hard and desperate, all because of you.

your brain is slow. dial-up connection slow. everything feels like it’s underwater, your body floating somewhere between consciousness and the best orgasm-induced coma of your life. it’s warm, so warm, like your body is still riding out the fever of your high, tongue pressed against the roof of your mouth, throat dry, muscles heavy like they’re full of sand.

you don’t even remember when it happened—when you blacked out, when you got moved. just flashes of cool wipes dragging over your skin, a damp cloth pressed between your thighs, seungcheol’s hands gentle, careful, murmuring something you were too gone to comprehend. like déjà vu, like something out of a dream.

but you’re awake now. sort of. and you’re in his bed.

the sheets are soft, cool against your fevered skin, and it feels so good that you can’t help the tired, pleased moan that slips past your lips, involuntary, barely conscious.

but it’s enough to make him look at you.

you blink, vision still a little hazy, but yeah, that’s definitely seungcheol, sitting at his desk, dressed in a loose shirt and sweats, hair damp, probably from a shower. there’s a slight smirk on his lips, but his eyes are soft as they sweep over you, taking in the way you’re still half-buried in his sheets, limbs heavy, body relaxed.

then it hits you.

the documents.

joshua.

fuck.

your eyes widen, and you jolt up too fast, regretting it immediately when the soreness between your thighs protests, a sharp ache shooting up your spine. “fuck—”

seungcheol’s already up, one hand pressing to your shoulder, guiding you back down before you can do any more damage. “hey, hey, relax. you’re gonna hurt yourself.”

“the—documents,” you mumble, eyes fluttering shut again as the exhaustion creeps back in. “joshua.”

he chuckles, and you open your eyes just in time to see him shaking a small stack of papers in his hand. “yeah, yeah. i got it. sent them over while you were passed out.”

you frown, groggy. “i was supposed to send them.”

“and joshua needs to get used to me handling shit for you,” he says, grinning as he sets the papers down. “besides, he’d probably prefer not to get another noise complaint under his name.”

your face heats up instantly. “oh my god.”

“mhmm,” seungcheol hums, tilting his head. “wanna know how loud you were?”

“no.”

he laughs, reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair from your face, thumb tracing your cheek. “then go back to sleep, baby.”

you glare at him. or, at least, you try to. it’s weak, and he knows it, because all it takes is one more stroke of his thumb before your eyes flutter shut again, body sinking further into his bed.

“It’s a blood smear. We’re supposed to do this in pairs. And you’re my pair, by the way,” you deadpanned, grabbing your friend’s arm as he whined when you pricked his finger for some blood. You carefully placed the small drop of Joshua’s blood into the glass slide, grabbed the second slide and placed it at a 45-degree angle before your phone buzzed again, causing you to lose your focus and fail to do your task once more.

Taking a deep breath, you tried not to crash out and scream as you grabbed your phone, unlocked it, and checked your messages from the unknown number.

???: Cheol.

???: Cheol, check this out.

???: [sent 1 attachment]

???: I got sushi from that one place just outside campus. I was thinking we could go.

???: Cheooooooooooooooool

???: dude, stop ignoring me 😐

You: I’m not Cheol, and you have the wrong number.

???: There’s no way you’re not Cheol. This is literally the number he gave me.

You: You must’ve saved the wrong number then. Please stop texting me.

???: Why?

You: Uhhh, because I’m not your friend?

???: I mean, we could be :)) 

You snorted at the logic the stranger you were texting was showing. Glancing around, you continued to text the unknown number while your PI was busy with other undergrads.

You: How?

You: For all you know, I could be a 64-year-old creep.

???: You see, you wouldn’t be saying that if you were actually that old.

???: Plus, no old man would be able to text as quickly as you do.

You: Fair enough.

You: Still, you don’t know me, and you shouldn’t really be spamming a random person’s number.

???: I thought you were my friend, so 🤷

???: Anyway, new friend!

???: What are you up to?

You: I’m in a lab right now, actually.

???: As in you’re a scientist?

You: Undergrad in the Biology department.

You: How about you?

???: Now, now… It won’t be fun if I reveal everything about myself now, will it?

You: You’re so strange.

You: I’m gonna block you now. Nice meeting you, stranger.

???: WAIT WAIT

???: I’m a journalism major. I’m assuming we’re from the same uni?

You: Why would you assume that?

???: Idk, hunch.

You: Okay… I need to go. I don’t want to get in trouble with my PI.

???: Does that mean you won’t block me?

You: I’ll think about it.

You turned off your phone, shaking your head as you grabbed Joshua’s arm again. “One more time.”

“You pricked my finger in the same spot like four times! How consistent can you be?!” Joshua complained as he held his “tortured” finger, as he called it, after you had pricked him four more times during lab. The two of you were walking from the lab towards the exit of the Biology department building to grab lunch at your usual hangout spot, which was the campus cafeteria.

As you shrugged, you shook your head at your best friend and his antics. Your thoughts were too preoccupied with the stranger whom you had texted earlier, wondering what they were up to at the current moment. Deciding to pull out your phone, you checked if they had texted you, but there was nothing.

“Waiting for prince charming to message you?” Joshua peered over your shoulder, which he immediately regretted when you elbowed him.

“I don’t even know if he’s a guy or not.” You rolled your eyes as you pocketed your phone, walking ahead as your friend followed. 

Joshua grabbed your phone from your pocket with ease, unlocked it, and checked your messages. “Totally a guy. No girl would message like this.”

“How do you know?” You muttered as you snatched your phone back from your best friend, smacking him gently as you looked through the messages again. He was right. A girl would typically not text like this, and it was just pretty obvious that a guy was texting you, but you didn’t want to assume.

The two of you continued to banter until you got to the cafeteria to meet up with Wonwoo, who had to leave earlier because of a student council meeting. Once all of you had your food, you sat down by the windows and placed your trays on the table. That’s when your phone buzzed, prompting you to check, only to get disappointed when it was an email from your professor about your data analysis report for Statistics.

Wonwoo raised his eyebrow at Joshua, who just shrugged with a fond smile before digging into his food. You noticed the glance your four-eyed friend was giving you and gave up on staying quiet.

“A random number kept texting me these past three days,” you grumbled, taking a bite out of your food. Chewing and swallowing, you continued, “And I just replied to them today during lab.”

Wonwoo raised his brows, intrigued by your situation before speaking. “So… You just ignored them for three days straight?”

“...yes?” You sounded uncertain as Wonwoo hummed, thinking before shaking his head. “What? You thought of something, tell me!”

“No, nothing. I just thought it was strange that you’d ignore them rather than just block them.” He shrugged, and you blinked at his words, realising what he meant.

Right. You usually did block random numbers, but that was when they called! And this guy did not call, so you didn’t feel obligated to block him. Plus, you were pretty curious about the mysterious texter who wanted to “befriend” you.

“Do we know any journalism majors?” You suddenly blurted out, causing Joshua to look at you with a cocked eyebrow.

“Uh, Seungcheol is a journalism major with his friend—what was his name…” he muttered, trying to recall the name of Seungcheol’s friend. “I don’t remember his name, but why?”

You shook your head, trying to dismiss Joshua’s growing suspicions. “Nothing, nothing… It’s just that he said we might be from the same uni.”

Joshua groaned at that, and you knew what that sound meant. You chuckled awkwardly, knowing it was probably a bad idea to meet up with this person without getting to know them first, but hey, at least you were trying to socialise, right?

“You are not going to meet him! What if he’s some serial killer?” You rolled your eyes at your friend’s tendency to exaggerate everything, but Wonwoo seemed to agree with him. A sigh left your lips before raising your hands, as if to say you were forfeiting the idea. For now.

“You should get to know this guy first before meeting him. Stranger danger and all,” Wonwoo murmured while cutting his pork katsu into bite-sized pieces. “We don’t want you to get into unnecessary danger.”

Your eyes softened at your friend, understanding that they were only looking out for you. Taking another bite of your food, your phone buzzed once more. Expecting another email, you unlocked your phone only to see that the unknown number sent you a picture.

???: [sent 1 attachment]

???: Lunch 😋

You: Huh.

???: What?

You: We are from the same uni, after all.

???: So, my hunch proves to be correct!

???: What are you up to?

You: I'm also in the campus cafeteria, with some friends.

???: OoOoh

You: ??

???: Nothing, nothing.

???: I'd say let's meet, but that's a little too early for that 😉

You: My friends and I were actually just talking about that.

You: Stranger danger, so… what's your name?

???: Wouldn't you like to know? What's yours?

You bit your lower lip as you looked up from your phone to check any students in the surrounding vicinity who were on their phones—almost everyone. A sigh left your lips before you typed out your name and hit send.

???: Cute name

???: I'm Jeonghan. At your humble service.

You: Jeonghan, huh? You know I could just search you up in the student files on the uni website, right?

Jeonghan: But what would be the fun in that, sweets?

You: ‘sweets’?

Jeonghan: You sound sweet, so sweets 🤷🏻

Jeonghan: Anyway, let's set up some rules!

You: For what???

Jeonghan: Since we're from the same uni and all, we're bound to bump into each other.

You: The journalism department and biology department are on opposite ends of campus.

Jeonghan: We could share classes, you never know, sweets.

Jeonghan: Anyways, rules! One, you're forbidden from searching me up on the school website and vice versa. It's more fun if we don't know what we look like for now.

Jeonghan: Two, no asking around people on campus if they know who we are. That'd be cheating. 

Jeonghan: Three, we update each other on our day-to-day to get to know each other better until we're ready to meet. And wanting to meet needs to be mutual, so if one doesn't want to, we can't meet.

You: So, you want this to be like a game?

Jeonghan: Kind of? It'll be fun :)

Jeonghan: So, what do you say, sweets?

You: What if I say no?

Jeonghan: Then I will never text you again, and we will go on with our lives as strangers.

Jeonghan: But I know you're interested, so please say yes.

You: Whatever, sure.

Jeonghan: Perfect. I knew I could count on you 😗

You: Don't ever send that emoji again, or I'm blocking you.

Jeonghan: Got it 🫡

“Having fun texting the stranger?” You almost jumped out of your seat when Joshua spoke up, prompting you to smack him.

“His name’s Jeonghan.” You glanced back at your screen to check if he had sent anything else, but there was just a gif with confetti. A soft snort left your mouth at that before you shook your head. “He's strange, but I'm only a human, and humans get curious.”

Joshua rolled his eyes, finishing his lunch as he stole a fry from your tray. “Just eat your food, you've been texting the guy for the past ten minutes. We have Statistics after this.”

A groan left your lips at that, disliking Statistics out of all of your lectures for the day. You'd rather have lab all day with your strict PI rather than Statistics with your notoriously annoying professor. You finished your lunch quickly and said goodbye to Wonwoo, who had a different lecture from you and Joshua.

“Who's got you smiling like that, dude?” Seungcheol sat across from Jeonghan as the latter cleared his throat before pocketing his phone.

“No one, what are you talking about?” Jeonghan shoved a couple of fries into his mouth, pretending like he wasn't just giggling to himself like some moron after texting you. His best friend raised his eyebrows, unimpressed as he sighed.

“You were texting her, weren't you?” Seungcheol noted the way Jeonghan glanced away, neck and ears burning as he sighed. “Dude, I gave you her number so you could introduce yourself! Not that you could convince her you had the wrong number.”

“I did introduce myself, kind of…” Jeonghan muttered, looking back at Seungcheol with a pleading glance. “I made this whole thing—I'll get to know her through texting, and we'll meet each other once we're ready—”

“Or you could just stop complicating this for yourself and introduce yourself to her like a normal human being?” Seungcheol deadpanned, crossing his arms as Jeonghan groaned. Only if it were that simple.

Jeonghan didn't have the guts to approach you and talk to you as he usually would with other people. He wasn't sure why, but something was stopping him from acting like himself—maybe it was because he didn't want to give you the wrong first impression? He couldn't figure it out, but what he did want was to get to know you better, and this was one way to do it.

He was so surprised when Seungcheol mentioned that he knew you, having taken some classes together during freshman year. He was even more surprised when Seungcheol told him he had your number. That's what got him into the situation he was in—texting you without you knowing that he was just one person away.

“Seriously, Hannie… She'll like you. You're funny, and she's a simple soul, she's practical, and if you play your cards right, she might agree on a date.” Seungcheol looked at his best friend with a sympathetic smile, but Jeonghan was convinced his way was better.

And he'd go through with this plan until he was ready to actually reveal himself.

Statistics was as boring as ever, but you promised yourself you'd actually focus this semester. While writing down your notes in your notebook, you couldn't help but feel someone's gaze on you. You turned your head in the direction you could feel the gaze from, and met someone’s eyes before they hurriedly looked away. Strange.

That’s when you noticed the person he was sitting next to. Seungcheol.

You turned back to your notes, curious about the guy sitting next to the friend you had made during freshman year. They were both probably journalism majors, so maybe they knew Jeonghan. Not like you could ask—it was a part of the rules of the game your next textmate decided to make up.

When the lecture ended, you decided to walk up to Seungcheol and his friend, telling Joshua to go ahead, and that you’d catch up with him later. 

“Hey, Seungcheol…” You greeted awkwardly, not having seen him in quite some time due to your busy schedule. 

The man in front of you immediately perked up when you came up to him, greeting you back with a hug. “Hey, it’s been a while! This is my friend Jeonghan—augh…”

“He meant Jung Han. My name’s Han. Hi,” Jeonghan murmured after elbowing his friend in the rib before shaking your hand with a smile. You gave him a small one back, letting go of his hand after a beat.

“Nice to meet you, Han. I guess, uhm… I’ll see you guys around? I still have to head to the lab to check on my samples—”

“Hannie can walk you there! He has, uh, he has a class not too far from there, yeah.” Seungcheol nudged Jeonghan forward, making you blink at both of them. You weren’t really against the idea, and Jeonghan was quite the looker.

You decided and hummed, nodding. “Yeah, sure. Why not?”

The two of them looked at each other, as if they were communicating with each other telepathically, before Jeonghan smiled at you and offered his arm. “Shall we?”

The bold action caused you to snort and take his arm, telling yourself that you could get out of your comfort zone just this once.

“So, Han,” you started, and he hummed, looking down at you as the two of you walked arms linked with each other. “How’d you and Seungcheol meet each other?”

“Hmm, I think it was kindergarten. Why?” He asked back, and you just shrugged, seeming to be curious about the guy you were currently walking with. Jeonghan had this charm to him that you couldn’t place, but he seemed to be a little awkward, even when he was just walking with you.

You wanted to talk to him. You wanted to ask questions you normally wouldn’t have. Jeonghan was just that type of guy you’d want to actually get to know for some reason. Usually, you wouldn’t even be this touchy with a person you just met, putting them at arm’s length, but he just made it a bit easier to open up to. 

So, you talked. Asked questions about him like the curious researcher you were, noting everything down mentally as you listened.

When you got in front of the Biology department building, you unlinked your arm from his before smiling. “This is me… Thanks for walking me here. You really didn’t have to.”

“Nah, it was my pleasure. It was fun talking to you, swee—I mean, uhh… yeah, fun talking to you.” He scratched the back of his ear, giving you an awkward chuckle. “See you around!” 

Jeonghan gave you a salute before he turned and hurriedly walked away. You faltered, wanting to call out for him to ask for his number, but he was already out of earshot. A soft sigh left your lips before you decided to head into the building to check on your precious samples in the lab with a giggle.

“Stop fucking giggling like an evil scientist,” Joshua muttered from behind you as he smacked you with his clipboard. You frowned, rubbing the back of your head as you glared at your best friend. “So, who was the guy you had your arms linked with~?” 

You rolled your eyes, knowing Joshua would want to know about what he saw. “Nothing, Seungcheol offered him to walk me, and I agreed.”

“Just like that? You? Agree for some guy to walk you all across campus?” He raised an eyebrow, and you sighed. “What’s the guy’s name?”

“Jung Han,” you murmured, and Joshua’s eyes widened.

“Jeonghan? Like the guy you’re texting?”

“No, no—Jung Han. Two separate people. His name’s Han.” You explained, and your best friend made an ‘O’ shape with his mouth before furrowing his brows and grumbling to himself. “What?”

“I was sure Seungcheol’s friend’s name was Jeonghan, though, but eh, I must’ve misheard.” Joshua tilted his head to the side, clicking his tongue softly before dragging you into the lab room, where a few people were already conducting their research in their own workbenches. You didn’t linger on your friend’s words, focusing on the bacterial samples you had in the small lab refrigerator instead.

Twenty minutes into conducting research and writing your thesis, your phone buzzed, distracting you from your task as you glanced at the device before looking back at your laptop. You contemplated whether it was worth getting distracted, glancing around as Joshua seemed to be preoccupied with sending you random memes on Instagram. So, you decided to abandon writing your thesis to check whatever Joshua might’ve sent you before seeing a message from Jeonghan.

Jeonghan: [sent 1 attachment]

Jeonghan: The sunset’s pretty.

Jeonghan: Like you probably.

You: Are you flirting with me?

Jeonghan: uhhhhhhhhh

Jeonghan: If I am, would you let me?

You: I don’t know.

Jeonghan: wdym you don’t know? :( 

You: If you send me one more sunset pic, I’ll consider saying yes.

Jeonghan: [sent 7 attachments]

Jeonghan: Are these enough?

You stifled a giggle, covering your mouth before replying to his message. You found Jeonghan entertaining, so you indulged in whatever he was trying to do.

You: You’re weird, you know that?

Jeonghan: Yes, you’ve called me strange before, I know

You: [sent 1 attachment]

You: I’m in the lab conducting research right now.

You: Lowkey bored :// My best friend keeps sending me reels instead of helping me.

Jeonghan: That’s cute

Jeonghan: The Sanrio sticker on your laptop, I mean

Jeonghan: Who’s your fav character?

You: Cinnamoroll.

Jeonghan: Noted 😉

You: For what?

Jeonghan: That’s a surprise for the future, sweets.

You: What if I don’t like surprises? What then?

Jeonghan: Ehhh, I think that you do like surprises, you’re just trying to throw me off my game

Jeonghan: But that won’t work! Because I can foresee the future.

You: And that future is?

Jeonghan: You and me on a date :)

You: Right. I’m blocking you.

Jeonghan: NO— WAIT PLEASE

Jeonghan: I was too forward. I apologise.

Jeonghan: One more chance, I beg of you, sweets.

Jeonghan: No date. Unless you change your mind.

Jeonghan: Sweets?

You decided to leave him on read with that, wanting to cackle to yourself. Instead, you settled with a slightly off-putting giggle, prompting the people around you to send you side glances, which also happened to be your best friend. Joshua threw a pipette at you, hitting you square in the forehead, pulling you out of your weird state.

“Stop giggling to yourself like that, weirdo. You’re creeping me out.”

You flipped him off, grumbling to yourself as you dove back into your research with a soft smile on your lips when you glanced at the Cinnamoroll sticker on your laptop.

It was late when you got back home to your apartment, tiptoeing inside so as not to wake your roommate—Minghao—up. It had been a long day, and you were exhausted, so instead of scurrying to your bedroom, you crashed on the leather couch you and Hao had bought last year, deciding to invest in a good couch instead of keeping the old, ratty one that was provided by your landlord.

Your phone buzzed, surprising you. It was 1:04 AM. Why was he still up? You unlocked your device and pressed the notification.

Jeonghan: u still up?

You: Why are you up?

Jeonghan: Couldn't sleep 🤷🏻

Jeonghan: You?

You: Just got back from the lab.

You: I worked on my thesis and didn't realise it was late.

Jeonghan: Ahhhh, I see..

Jeonghan: Do you wanna play 20 questions?

You raised your eyebrow at that, sitting up and leaning against the backrest as you thought about it. Jeonghan was a complete stranger to you—but you just continued indulging him because he was interesting. You thought about the other Jeonghan—or Jung Han, as he insisted, but you couldn't really take it seriously. Probably coincidental that they had the same name.

You: What the hell, why not?

You: Who starts?

Jeonghan: You can :)

You: Were you serious about that date?

Jeonghan: Oho, straight to the hard questions, huh? I can't say I don't like it.

Jeonghan: Maybe… Why?

Jeonghan: U interested? 😉

You: Those two count as two separate questions, so I'll answer them and get two questions myself.

You: Nothing in particular, I was just wondering if you were serious or not, and no, I'm not interested. Not yet anyway.

You: What’s your favourite colour?

Jeonghan: 👀

Jeonghan: Woah, woah— backtrack, little lady

Jeonghan: wdym “not yet”??

You: I don't know you, so.

Jeonghan: Fair enough..

Jeonghan: Oh, and my favourite colour is black.

You: Hm.. why would you want to go out with me? You don't even know what I look like.

Jeonghan: Does it matter if I do?

Jeonghan: Don't count that as an actual question; it was rhetorical

Jeonghan: And to answer your question—why not? You're interesting, and I find texting you quite fun, even when you threaten to block me or text like a robot sometimes.

You: I do not text like a robot! 😡

Jeonghan: Sorry to break it to you, sweets, but you do, painfully so. But it's part of the charm that tugs me towards you 😉

You: Your turn.

Jeonghan: Right. Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Jeonghan: Oh! What's your favourite movie?

You: I, uh… 27 dresses. And How to Lose a Man in 10 days. Both romcoms, yes.

Jeonghan: That's cute

Jeonghan: Will be sure to watch them and tell u what I think about them

You: What are your hobbies?

Jeonghan: Hmmm.. That’s a difficult question. But I like playing football (not the American one, I'm a little too unqualified for that), sleeping and taking care of my pet rock ^^

You: You have a pet rock?

Jeonghan: That's two questions, sweetheart, but yeah, I do.

Jeonghan: [sent 1 attachment]

Jeonghan: Its name is Doljjong :)

You: That's…

You: That’s cute.

Jeonghan: Thanks

Jeonghan: How about you? What are your hobbies?

You bit your lower lip at that, contemplating whether or not to share something so close to your heart with a stranger. Deciding not to linger on it, you typed out your answer.

You: I like to read.

Jeonghan: Just that?

You: And, uh, I guess I like to draw sometimes.

Jeonghan: Okay, okay, cool

Jeonghan: Can I ask a more personal question?

You: Uh, sure.

Jeonghan: Do you have a boyfriend?

You: No.

Jeonghan: Why not?

You: Too busy.

Jeonghan: Would you like to have one then?

You: Good night, Jeonghan.

Jeonghan: Worth a shot

Jeonghan: Night, sweets.

You sighed, chickening out before the questions got too intense, not wanting to reveal too much, too soon. Your cheeks couldn't help but warm at the incessant flirting from Jeonghan, unsure why he was so interested in your love life when he barely knew you.

“He's so weird…” You muttered to yourself as you lay back down on the couch.

“Who’s weird?” You shot back up when you heard Minghao’s voice, seeing him getting a bottle of water from the fridge.

You shook your head, dismissing his question with a wave of your hand. “Nothing, just muttering to myself.” 

That seemed to satisfy Minghao's fleeting curiosity as he padded back to his room, leaving you alone once more, your head hitting one of the throw pillows while you thought about your new contact and Jung Han.

“Seriously, you’ve been texting the guy for five days now, and you're thinking about meeting him already?”

Joshua shook his head, still disapproving of the idea of you meeting your phone pen pal. You had been texting Jeonghan for almost a week, and you enjoyed talking to him more often than you didn't. You found yourself liking his free personality, the way he seemed to just be himself through the phone, open with you as he shared little moments of his life without revealing too much. And you did the same; you gave him a piece of your peaceful life, sharing small stories about your experiences at the lab or just talking about your day-to-day, just like you agreed upon.

You found yourself truly befriending the guy who accidentally texted your number.

A groan left Joshua’s lips as he sighed. “Give it more time, get to know him better before you actually agree to something serious. I don't want you coming home crashing out because he wasn't the guy you expected him to be.” 

“What guy?” You suddenly hear a voice behind you, turning to see none other than Jeonghan Han. Your expression seemed to change when you saw him, your face a little brighter as he sat down beside you.

“Oh, uh, nothing. Just the guy I’ve been texting.” You shrugged as he rested his arm around the backrest of your chair before stealing a fry from your tray. 

You and Jeonghan had also been spending some time with each other, getting to know each other as you talked through Instagram DMs. He sent you funny memes and made sure to remind you to drink water. He was friendly and charming, but not in the same way as the Jeonghan you’ve been texting over the phone.

Jeonghan felt bad for lying to you like this, wanting to come clean, but he was in way too deep within his two personas he was showing—the strange charmer over the phone, aka the real him, and whatever this ‘Jung Han’ persona was. It was baffling how you couldn’t connect the dots. He shook it off as he glanced at you with the usual look he always sent your way—yearning and admiring. Even Joshua could notice it, your best friend clearing his throat and coughing.

“I’ll leave you two alone. I don’t feel like third-wheeling. See you during lab.” Joshua got up from his seat, giving the two of you a wave before leaving with his tray. Jeonghan chuckled awkwardly at that, while you just hummed and continued eating your food in soft silence.

“Tell me about that guy you’re texting.” Jeonghan suddenly blurted out, prompting you to pause and look at him. He seemed curious, his eyes darting around before looking back at you. 

“I… I mean, he’s nice. I like talking to him. He’s a little strange, but I guess that’s the part of his charm,” you murmured, smiling as you took a bite of your food, chewing and swallowing before continuing, “He’s asked me out about three times, but I turned him down since it’s only been five days. But we do have a few things in common.”

“Yeah? Like what?” Jeonghan’s heart seemed to clench at how enthusiastically you talked about him to him, feeling jealous of his own self for knowing more about you and not being able to voice it out. It was ridiculous.

“I know I shouldn’t want to meet up with him, but I really want to. I want to see him and talk with him about all the things I talked about. Do you… Do you get what I mean?” You fidgeted with the napkin on your tray, glancing at Jeonghan as he nodded. You didn’t seem to notice how he tensed up, his jaw clenching before he relaxed.

Jeonghan then decided to tuck a few strands of hair away from your face, making you blink and flush when he leaned in. “You like him that much?” He sounded a bit hurt, eyes softening as he continued, “What about me?”

“Wh–what about you?” You mustered out, not moving away as his fingers found your shoulder, gently touching.

“Nothing, nevermind…” He chuckled, but it sounded strained as he moved back, ruffling your hair. “I have a lecture soon, pretty, I’ll see you later, okay?”

You faltered, confused as he got up and grabbed his bag, leaving you all alone at your table, your thoughts filled with nothing but his words. What about me?

Jeonghan wanted to scream into his pillow—well, Seungcheol’s pillow. He was currently in his best friend’s dorm at Beta Sigma Tau’s fraternity house. They were supposed to be writing an article about some topic Jeonghan had already forgotten, focused on his phone instead.

“You should just tell her, man. Stop being a wimp.” His best friend turned to Jeonghan as he sighed at his whining.

“I tried, Cheol… But something in me just flaked out, and I couldn’t bring myself to break it to her. What if she hates me for it?” He sat up, hugging the pillow as he checked your messages—both on Instagram and on his number. Nothing. He wondered if you had figured it out and decided to actually block him—

Ding!

Jeonghan immediately unlocked his phone to see that you had sent him a picture.

He almost fainted on the spot.

It was you in a pretty, baby blue sundress that ended at your mid-thigh, the sleeves puffy, making you look like a modern-day princess. Your face was covered by your phone, obviously not wanting to reveal it yet, even if he knew what you looked like, but this was the first time you’d sent anything remotely involving your looks.

You: Does this dress look okay?

Jeonghan: Yes.

You: Woah, that’s a serious response.

Jeonghan: Sorry, I was just so uh

Jeonghan: Surprised, ig?

Jeonghan: But you look very pretty, sweets

Jeonghan: Are... are you going on a date, mayhaps?

You: Maybe.

You: Jk, I’m not, I just wanted to know what you thought of the dress.

Jeonghan’s heart almost dropped when he saw that first message, before you followed it up with the second one. He didn’t realise he was holding in his breath as he let it out, making Seungcheol side-eye him, but he was too focused on texting you.

Jeonghan: I think the dress is lovely

Jeonghan: Will you wear it on our first date?

You: Maybe.

Jeonghan: You and your ‘maybe’s, just say yes or no, baby

You: Pffft

You: Ask me out again.

Jeonghan: Are you fr right now?

You: If you don’t do it in the next 10 seconds

Jeonghan: Sweets, sweetheart, will you go out on a date with me?

You: Yes.

Jeonghan got up from Seungcheol’s bed, startling his best friend as he re-read your answer before screaming, “SHE SAID YES—”

“What?” Seungcheol grimaced when Jeonghan’s voice cracked as the latter started jumping around like some madman.

“She said yes, dude, I’m going out on a date with her—fuck.”

He ran his fingers through his hair, already thinking of the plethora of things he wanted to do before coming up with a whole idea of where to bring you and whatnot.

This was going to be the perfect date.

Your heart was beating out of your chest. You said yes. You said yes. To a date with Jeonghan, a stranger you just met five days ago. Usually, your instincts told you to run in the opposite direction, but this time, it was telling you not to run away. Like this was meant to happen.

The two of you had agreed that you’d see each other on Saturday, which was four days away, giving the two of you some time to prepare. Prepare for what exactly? You weren’t sure, but you definitely needed the time.

You were currently on your way home, listening to music as you managed to bump into Jeonghan. He seemed as surprised as you were; his face was slightly flushed as if he was in a rush. He murmured your name as you took your headset off.

“Hey—”

“Hi—”

The two of you said in unison as you paused and smiled with a soft giggle. Jeonghan scratched the back of his ear—something he did when he was nervous, as you noted a couple of days prior. 

You spoke up first, your expression full of wonder. “Where were you headed from?”

“Oh–uh, from Cheol’s place. We were supposed to do this one article, but I forgot the topic.” He chuckled, standing there as he put his hands in his pockets awkwardly. “I’m guessing you were going home from the lab?”

“Bingo.” You did finger guns, also pocketing your hands into your jacket. Your thoughts lingered on that moment you had in the cafeteria earlier that day, but you didn’t bother mentioning it.

Jeonghan seemed to hesitate, but spoke up after a beat, “Do you want to come over to my place?”

He blurted out, prompting you to pause. You checked your watch before looking at him apologetically. “I’m sorry, but I’m running late. My roommate wants me to eat dinner with him and his friends. We’re having Chinese. Maybe next time, though?”

“Oh—uh, yeah, sure…” Jeonghan smiled, hiding his disappointment and understanding that you had prior plans. That’s when he remembered about the party that was going to be hosted at Seungcheol’s fraternity.

“Hey, wait,” he managed to grab your wrist before you could leave. “There’s a party at Cheol—I mean Seungcheol’s fraternity this Friday.”

You blinked at him, pursing your lips slightly before cracking a soft smile. “I’m not really the partying type, Han.”

“I–I know! But we don’t have to stay downstairs. I’m sure Seungcheol won’t mind if we stay in his room. We could play Uno, or something.” He rubbed his neck, looking at you hopefully. 

You thought about it for a second before sighing softly and nodding, “Yeah, I’ll go. Just don’t leave me alone there, alright? I’m sacrificing my precious Friday lab plans for this.” You joked as Jeonghan let go of your wrist, letting you leave as he found himself groaning when you were out of earshot.

You, on the other hand, were groaning for another reason. Not only were you sacrificing your precious time at the lab, but you were also juggling between two guys at this point! You felt guilty, but at the same time, it wouldn’t hurt to go, right? You were going there as his friend.

Shaking your head, you decided to stop thinking about it as you headed back to your apartment so you could eat with Minghao, Jun, and Soonyoung.

“I’m home!” You shouted from the front door as you slipped your shoes off, padding over to the kitchen to see Minghao cooking, while Jun and Soonyoung were trying to beat your record in Mario Kart in the living room. You could smell the aroma of the food Hao was cooking, going over to the stove before grabbing a spoon from one of the drawers and trying the soup. 

Your roommate smacked your hand before you could grab another bite of the meat. “It’s not done yet, you impatient—”

Soonyoung, who called your name from the couch, cut Minghao off from cursing you out, and you smiled innocently at him before heading over to where your roommate’s friend was. “I beat your record! Give me the crown!”

“Oh yeah? Watch me beat your record—” You were about to grab the console from him when your phone buzzed. It was Jeonghan. An involuntary smile formed on your lips as you sat down on the armchair, not too far from the couch, before unlocking your phone. Soonyoung looked at Minghao, who just rolled his eyes and shook his head.

Jeonghan: [sent 1 attachment]

Jeonghan: I miss you, sweets

You: Are you in the bath, Jeonghan?

Jeonghan: Uhhhhhh

Jeonghan: Yes?

You: I—Okay…

You: Also, you can’t miss me.

Jeonghan: Why not?

You: We haven’t met yet?

Jeonghan: I can miss my future girl, yk

You: Bold of you to assume I’ll be your future girl.

Jeonghan: You already agreed to go out with me.

Jeonghan: No take-backsies

You: Yeah, yeah. I know.

You: Have you planned out the date or…?

Jeonghan: Ofc I have, sweetheart

Jeonghan: Don’t worry your pretty little head abt it

You: If you say so.

You: I trust you.

You then contemplated whether or not to tell him about the party he Han invited you to. Shrugging, you decided to tell him, not thinking much of it. 

You: Also… There’s this party I’m going to.

Jeonghan: Oh?

Jeonghan: My sweet geek is going to a party?

You: I am, yes. Surprising.

You: A friend invited me, so.

You: Would you like to come?

Three dots appeared and disappeared as Jeonghan typed, making you feel anxious. Was it a good idea to invite him when you were supposed to hang out with the person who invited you? You shook your head, focusing when Jeonghan finally replied to your message.

Jeonghan: Sorry, sweets, but I’ll be busy this Friday ://

Jeonghan: As much as I wanna meet you faster, I’d rather see you during our date, having fun instead of getting wasted

You: Valid point.

Jeonghan: I do hope you have fun with your friend though :))

You: I mean… we’re probably going to his friend’s room and play Uno or something since I’m not a party person.

Jeonghan: So your friend is a him. 

Jeonghan: Cool.

You: Jeonghan, it’s not like that.

Jeonghan: 🙁

You: Jeonghan, you can’t be serious.

Jeonghan: MY FUTURE GIRL IS ALREADY CHEATING ON ME 🙁

You: I AM NOT.

Jeonghan: Gotcha

Jeonghan: You agreed that you’re my future girl 😍

You: I’m literally gonna block you.

Jeonghan: No you won’t <3

You sighed and shook your head, unable to stop yourself from smiling as Soonyoung gently nudged you with his foot. “Yah, why are you smiling like that? It’s creeping me out—Hao, why is she smiling like that?”

“She’s got a boyfriend.” Minghao rolled his eyes as you glared at your roommate. “Tell me I'm wrong.”

“He's not my boyfriend!” You argued, huffing softly as your roommate scoffed out a laugh.

“Right, and you don’t text him almost every day when you have free time.” He deadpanned, causing you to groan and threaten to throw a pillow at him before he sent you a glare back. “Plus, you bought that new dress when we went out, which means that you’re probably going to meet him soon—I’m presuming Saturday?”

“I—” You sputtered before clenching your jaw, kind of expecting this from Minghao. He just knew things, forces of the universe or whatever. Before you could even linger on the fact that he knew about your date, Soonyoung and Jun were tackling each other over the last pocky stick.

When dinner was ready and served on the table, the four of you dug in, but not before you took a picture of it and sent it to Jeonghan Han’s DMs.

You: [yourusername sent a photo]

You: Dinner with the goofs :)) 

Hannie 🩷: Have a good dinner, pretty :) 

You: thank you, Hannie :3

You: Have you had dinner yet?

Hannie 🩷: Yeah, I just got out of the shower and made some ramyeon

You: I’d say you should have more than just convenience store ramyeon, but we are broke college students.

Hannie 🩷: Exactly, pretty

You: What time should I come to the frat house?

Hannie 🩷: Oh! I’ll just pick you up from your place, if that’s okay with u

You: Yeah, I don’t mind :)) 

Hannie 🩷: Perfect :)) I’ll pick you up at 8, since the party starts at 9

You: Alright, I've got to go, my roommate is glaring at me.

You turned off your phone before you could see Jeonghan’s reply, and avoided eye contact with Minghao before he spoke up again. “Who did you send the picture to?”

“Han from Journalism…” You grumbled, and your roommate’s eyebrow cocked in confusion.

“You mean Yoon Jeonghan?” He asked, and you shot him a puzzled look. “That’s the only Han I know from Journalism. You know, Seungcheol’s friend?”

That made you pause. Jeonghan. Han. Seungcheol. Cheol. Cogs turned in your brain until everything clicked. Han was Jeonghan. You agreed to go on a date with the same person who asked you if you wanted to go to a party with him. That’s why he declined your invitation.

You groaned at not being able to realise it sooner, but you didn’t want to do anything about it for now. Jeonghan must’ve had his reasons to keep this from you, so you let it be for the time being. 

You got up from your seat, Jun perking up and furrowing his brows slightly. “Did Hao say something wrong?”

“Oh—no, I just figured something out,” you murmured, tilting your head slightly as you muttered to yourself. Before Soonyoung could add anything, your roommate shushed him.

“Leave her be, she probably figured something out about Jeonghan.”

You decided to call Joshua about this about three hours later. It was late—11:09 pm—and you couldn’t sleep. You were wearing a face mask, typing along on your laptop, when your best friend answered your call, also in the middle of his skin care routine.

“Jesus Christ, I thought you were a ghost,” he muttered, and you rolled your eyes at his eccentric comparison. “What is this about? You said it was important, but you just seemed bothered by something.”

“Jeonghan is Han,” you mumbled, and your best friend made a face, not being able to understand you.

“What? Can you repeat that? You literally mumbled it, and I’m not Superman, by the way.” He sassed, putting on his moisturiser. “Jeonghan is who?”

“He’s Han! Like—Like Han, Seungcheol’s friend!” 

You explained everything to Joshua, filling him in on everything, and by the time you were done with your rambling, your best friend was done with his skincare routine, and you were removing your sheet mask.

“That’s a lot to unpack, pipsqueak.” He sighed, shaking his head as he sat down on his office chair, propping his phone up against something while probably opening his laptop to write his thesis, just like you. “What do you wanna do about it?”

“I don’t know! I mean, I like him, but which one is the real him, you know?” You groaned softly as you buried your face into your hands without realising what you had just said.

“Wait, go back. What did you say?”

“Which one’s the real him–?” You looked at your phone screen, confused.

“No, dumbass, the other thing.”

“That I liked—oh. Oh.” You finally got what he meant, realising that you liked Jeonghan. 

You weren’t sure which version of him you liked more, but you liked him all the same. It made you realise that in the past few days, you’ve known Jeonghan as Seungcheol’s friend and as your phone pen pal, you’ve liked talking to both versions of him. The awkward dork side and the more flirty side of him.

“So, what are you gonna do about it?” Joshua repeated himself, looking at you with a knowing smile.

“I’m gonna go to that party and tell him how I feel?” You sounded unsure, feeling your insecurities grow. Jeonghan knew what you looked like all this time, but you still felt like you weren’t going to be enough for him. You also felt a bit betrayed at the fact that he knew who you were, but you didn’t know who he was—not fully anyway. But that didn’t really matter right now, your priorities set on the fact that you’d confront him during your date and not during the party, not wanting to ruin your chances with Jeonghan by cornering him.

Joshua noticed your conflicted expression and sighed. “You’re going to spiral if you overthink this, pips. And damn right you’re gonna tell him how you feel. If you get cold feet, you have to buy me those Prada sunglasses I told you about for my birthday.”

“Dude, your birthday just happened!” You whined, knowing there was no getting out of this. Not unless you wanted a dent in your bank account anyway.

Sometimes you felt like you called the wrong person when asking for advice, but Joshua was always real with you, and so was Wonwoo. But you didn’t want to impede the latter with your love life problems when all he did was game when he had the time with his busy schedule as both a biology and engineering major. It was surprising that he had time to get lunch with you and Joshua every time.

You continued to talk to Joshua until you finally decided to head to bed, bidding your best friend goodnight and ending the call. A soft sigh left your lips as you took a quick picture of your desk and sent it to Jeonghan’s phone number.

You: [sent 2 attachments]

You: Shit.

You: That second picture wasn’t supposed to get sent.

Jeonghan: Fuck, sweets

You: DON’T LOOK AT IT??

Jeonghan: YOU LITERALLY SENT IT??

Jeonghan: You look hot, though

You: I—thank you.

Jeonghan: Is it weird to admit that I got hard?

You didn’t reply to that, as you wanted to scream your lungs out into your pillow, but it was late, and Minghao would smother you with said pillow if you didn’t shut up. You were experimenting—it was supposed to be something you kept in your gallery and then deleted when you looked too hard at it. 

It was you, after your shower, posing a little too riskily for the camera, on your knees in front of your full-length mirror, wearing nothing but a tank top with thin straps, and shorts that were a little too short for your liking. Your face was covered by your phone, but it was obvious that it was meant to be for Jeonghan. You were just too much of a wuss to send it to him now that you knew who he was.

You looked back at your messages, groaning at the fact that you couldn’t turn back time and be more careful with sending pictures from your gallery.

You: That’s rather a bold statement.

Jeonghan: Okay, good you’re back

Jeonghan: Thought you died from embarrassment

Jeonghan: Though there’s really no point in being embarrassed, pretty girl

Jeonghan: [sent 1 attachment]

Oh, fuck. It was a picture of Jeonghan—wearing his sweats and a loose t-shirt that rode up from the position he was lying in. Bulge prominent in his pants.

You: Is that a current pic?

Jeonghan: Yeah

Jeonghan: I don’t send shit like this to anyone else, pretty

You: Do you really think I’m that hot…?

Jeonghan: Don’t do that

You: Do what?

Jeonghan: Belittle yourself. You’re pretty, hot and everything I could ever want, sweetheart.

You: Stop—

Jeonghan: You got me hard for fucks sake

Jeonghan: Do you want me to send myself jerking off just to prove it to you?

You: …

Jeonghan: Too far?

You: Send it.

Jeonghan’s breath hitched when he saw the message. Send it. Fuck. Were you really serious? He bit his lower lip as he palmed himself while looking at the picture you had sent, feeling like some creep for planning to jerk off to such a pretty photo of you. But he’d rather be sure as he typed on his phone with one hand.

Jeonghan: U srs?

You: Yes? Why wouldn’t I be?

Jeonghan: Idk, ppl usually don’t ask for dick pics, let alone someone jerking off…

You: You offered, I accepted it. Now send it, coward.

Jeonghan: You’re so mean to your boyfriend 🙁

You: Future boyfriend***

Jeonghan: I’ll take it

Jeonghan: Brb

Jeonghan shimmied his sweatpants and boxers down, freeing his throbbing cock as he hissed softly at the cold air hitting his sensitive tip. He bit his lower lip as he opened the camera app, his cheeks flushed behind it as he hit record. 

He touched his cock, stroking it gently as he rubbed the leaking precum all over his thick girth, grunting and whining softly as he imagined it was you and your pretty mouth sucking him off. Jeonghan groaned out your name as he closed his eyes before they fluttered open once more, so he could focus on recording himself fucking his fist, imagining your breasts that almost spilt out of your tank top and the short shorts that probably barely covered your ass.

“Fuck—” He grunted, feeling himself get closer as he teased his tip, but ended the recording before he could cum, just so he could edge himself. He quickly wiped his hand with a tissue from his nightstand before nervously sending the video to you.

Jeonghan: [sent 1 attachment]

Jeonghan: There—

You: Holy fuck.

Jeonghan: ?

You: Nothing…

Jeonghan: Sweets, I just sent myself jerking off to you, speak up

You: It's embarrassing!

Jeonghan: More than me sending a video of myself?

You: …

You: I'm soaked

You: Like, I didn't know I could secrete so much slick

Jeonghan: Abandoning the punctuation marks, that's a sign

You: Aren't you gonna ask me for anything?

Jeonghan: Not unless you're comfortable with it, sweets

You: [sent 1 attachment]

Jeonghan physically groaned, seeing the picture that you'd sent—bent over, your ass facing the mirror as you took the picture from your bed. He could see the cute posters and knick-knacks you had in your room, but he was zeroed in on your panty-covered mound, slick coating your inner thighs and your panties were soaked.

Jeonghan could feel his cock twitching, and more precum leaked out of his tip. A strangled grunt left his lips as he went back to stroking himself, and making sure he reached his release with the sight of you.

Jeonghan: so fucking pretyy 

Jeonghan: gnna bust a nut

You: Jeonghan, I wish you were here…

That was what unravelled him, a choked-out moan leaving his lips as spurts of hot cum shot out of his shaft, coating his lower abdomen and his hands. He embarrassingly snapped a quick photo of it before sending it to you in a post-nut haze.

Jeonghan: [sent 1 attachment]

You: Is that because of me?

Jeonghan: yws

You: ??

Jeonghan: Sorry, yes, I was typing with one hand

Jeonghan: Did you really mean it?

You: Yeah… I'm soaking wet, and I don't know what to do.

Jeonghan: fuck.

Jeonghan: Call me.

You bit your lower lip as you read his message over and over. Call him. Your stomach fluttered at hearing his voice through the phone, even if you knew what he sounded like, but this would confirm everything.

You hastily slipped off your panties, getting comfortable in your bed as you dialled Jeonghan’s phone number. He answered almost immediately, sounding strained and breathless.

“H–hello…?” You murmured, your phone pinched between your cheek and shoulder as you worked on teasing yourself, rubbing your inner thighs with one hand and tweaking your nipples with your other.

“Fuck… you sound so pretty.” Jeonghan's voice sent a jolt to your clit. It was him. Your theories were confirmed, but all you could do was whimper softly when you brushed your fingers against your slippery clit.

“Jeonghan—” You mewled, earning a soft groan from him as you teased yourself. “Need help…”

“I know, baby, I know… What are you doing?” He rasped out, hearing him shift on his bed. 

“Teasing myself,” you mumbled, and Jeonghan hummed, listening along with your soft gasps when you rubbed your clit. “Rubbing my clit—”

Another soft grunt left Jeonghan’s lips as you started hearing soft fap fap sounds coming from the other side of the call. “Okay, baby, keep teasing your cute little clit, spread your slick…” 

“Okay—hngh…” You mewled, eyes rolling back as you teased and rubbed yourself, your hole fluttering around nothing. “ I feel so empty, Jeonghan—”

“Fuck—put… put your fingers in, fuck yourself with two, scissor yourself, baby. Imagine they're my fingers trying to stretch you out for my cock.”

You whimpered at the command, doing as he said as you inserted two fingers into your sopping cunt, your toes curling as you started pumping your digits in and out and scissoring yourself as he told you to. You imagined him being in your room, talking you through it like he was now, touching you and whispering into your ear. 

“Curl your fingers up for me, sweetheart. Come on, it’ll feel good, I promise,” he cooed, and you listened, curling your fingers up to that spongy spot inside you. Your legs trembled, and you gasped, wanting to squeeze your thighs together as you continued to fuck yourself with your fingers. The heel of your palm grazed against your clit, making you whine as you felt the knot in your lower belly forming.

“I'm close, Jeonghannie—” You whimpered out, while Jeonghan grunted over the other side of the line, the slick sounds of him stroking his cock getting faster and a bit louder. It made you imagine the video he had sent—how big and pretty his dick looked, how he moaned out your name. It was dizzying.

“Keep doing what you're doing, baby, you're doing so well for me,” he murmured, praising you as you got closer to your orgasm. “This really wasn't the way I was expecting us to do this, but fuck, this is hot. You're hot.”

You flushed, mewling his name once more before the band in your stomach snapped, and you let out a whiny moan as your walls convulsed around your fingers, coating them with your release. Your legs trembled as you panted, your vision blurry.

“Baby, you still there?” Jeonghan crooned, and you let out a soft “uh-huh”, still recovering from the intense release you had just gone through.

“I… holy shit—” you gasped as you pulled your fingers out of your slick hole, feeling how soaked you were everywhere; you probably ruined your sheets from coming so hard just now. “I—I think I soaked through my sheets.”

“Fuck, don't say that when I'm not there—” Jeonghan sounded whiny, hearing his pout through the phone as you giggled tiredly.

“It's… It's nice to finally hear your voice,” you murmured, your eyes softening as you closed your trembling legs. Jeonghan hummed, shifting in his bed as he put his sweats back on. You moved to the less ruined side of your bed before grabbing some clean panties from your wardrobe and putting them on.

Feeling slightly awkward, you were unsure of what to say to him now that you were done getting off. “Uhm…”

“Sweetheart, you sound tense. Is it awkward to put a voice to the text message?” Jeonghan chuckled, and you let out a soft huff in reply. “As I said earlier, I… I didn't expect to do it like this.”

“Do what?”

“Have phone sex? I'm more of a hands-on person.” He admitted blatantly, causing you to inhale sharply as you imagined Jeonghan’s hands all over you. He caught on to the silence on your end, a soft chuckle leaving him as you trembled at the sound.

“Now, now… Pump your brakes, little lady. We'll get to that point. Let me buy you dinner first.” He teased, and you whined, rolling your eyes but smiling either way. 

You fiddled with the hem of your shirt, listening to his soft breathing before speaking up, “I'll see you Saturday?”

“Yeah, pretty. I'll pick you up, hm?”

“Mhm… goodnight, Jeonghan.”

“Goodnight, sweets.”

After that, you hung up, still trembling, but not because of your orgasm, but because of the excitement of seeing Jeonghan on Saturday and the dread of seeing him on Friday, pretending that you hadn't had phone sex with him. You groaned, the post-orgasm haze wearing off as your logical thinking came back. 

Friday came faster than you’d expected. You were pacing around your living room like a worrywart while Minghao and Joshua played old maid. You were wearing a baby blue blouse and a white denim mini skirt with white sneakers, wanting to somehow look pretty to the party you were going to without overdressing or looking like a hooker.

Joshua groaned when you kept walking back and forth, having had enough of your worrying. “Dude, stop worrying. You'll confront him about it when you're ready.”

“What if he figures out I know?! What if I blurt it out or something—”

“You're worrying about the stupidest of things, you know that?” Minghao deadpanned, drawing a card from Joshua as the latter groaned when he lost. “The two of you are fucking idiots.”

“Hey—” you were about to argue, but the doorbell rang, prompting you to pad over to the front door and check the peephole to see Jeonghan. Unlocking and opening the door, you greeted him with a smile and a quick hug.

“Hi,” you squeaked, earning a raised eyebrow from him as you grabbed your purse and keys. “I'm leaving!” 

You called out to your friends, and they bid you goodbye. “Don't get her near alcohol, she's a lightweight!”

Joshua warned Jeonghan, and you groaned, flipping your best friend off as you closed the door and started walking. Jeonghan offered his arm, and you gladly took it with a soft laugh.

“You look pretty,” Jeonghan murmured, his eyes softening as you flushed under his gaze. Was he always this handsome up close? Your heart couldn't help but flutter, and your body heated up a bit. 

You could handle this. Maybe.

The two of you got to the frat house about fifteen minutes later, entering the loud establishment—music boomed from the speakers, and the place was packed with drunk college students, dancing and shouting at each other to hear what the other was saying. Jeonghan led you up the stairs, opening the door to what seemed like Seungcheol’s room.

“He lives in the dorm by himself?” You looked around, surprised to see only one bed, the rest of the vast space filled with a beanbag and a small couch, along with a desk in the corner by the windows.

“I mean, we used to live together before I decided to move out. And since he's the chapter president, he gets to have a dorm to himself.” 

Jeonghan shrugged, humming uncommittally as he sat down on the bed, patting the free space beside him, causing you to gulp. Act natural. 

You sat down beside him, pretending like the brush of his knee against yours didn't just ignite your skin on fire. He was acting fine, so you should too, right? You technically didn't know Jeonghan was Jeonghan, after all. Your hands were on your lap, and you sat there as Jeonghan looked around the room to see what the two of you could do while the party got crazier downstairs, the music getting louder, and students got rowdier.

“Do you have anything we can do—”

“We can play Uno if you want—”

The two of you said in unison, looking at each other before bursting into soft laughter, and that seemed to break the ice almost immediately. You nodded at the idea of a game of Uno.

“What does the winner get?” You asked, and Jeonghan looked up as if he thought hard about it.

“Hmm, how about a kiss on the cheek?” He offered, and you squinted your eyes at him playfully before he added, “And snacks.”

“You drive a good bargain, Han…” You murmured, touching your chin as you thought about it, humming and making a face that made him laugh.

“I'll take it. The winner gets a kiss on the cheek and snacks!”

At the start of the game, you seemed to have been taking the lead, managing to get to one card first before Jeonghan just smirked and shook his head.

“You underestimate my skills, sweetheart,” he cooed, the nickname sending a jolt down your spine as the memories of last night came flooding back before it got cut short when Jeonghan placed a wild draw four card on the deck. 

You groaned, pouting slightly as you picked four cards from the deck, not having any colour Jeonghan had announced as he placed a blue eight. You picked another card, managing to place a red eight as he clicked his tongue. Your body froze when he shook his head again, placing a red skip card before a red draw two card, which caused you to retaliate with a yellow draw two card, and he clicked his tongue again.

“You sure you wanna play this game, pretty girl?” He tutted, and you looked at him with growing dread as he placed a blue draw two card, forcing you to pick up six cards, leaving him with five cards and you with ten.

Both of you went back and forth until you managed to get three cards left while Jeonghan had two. You bit your lower lip as you looked at your cards—a blue four and a red draw two card. The deck currently had a red eight card, and you were thinking whether or not to place the draw two card or to just pick another card from the deck.

Deciding to take a risk, you place the draw two card, glancing at his reaction. He kept a straight face before sighing. “Sometimes, I wonder if the forces are working against me.”

“Uno, Jeonghan. Your move.”

He picked out the first card from the deck before pausing and glancing at you. You held your breath as he picked out the two cards, having nothing to place in retaliation. He had five cards while you had one. Not like you could place the one you had, so you had to pick another card. A yellow stop card. You wanted to groan, but kept it in as you watched Jeonghan’s moves.

“Sorry, sweetheart.” He looked at you with a pensive expression before he apologised, making you look at him confusedly.

“Huh–?” That’s when he placed two wild draw four cards, two wild cards and a blue reverse card, ending the game with your loss.

You just lost.

You lost Uno—the only card game you were probably good at—to Jeonghan.

“A kiss on the cheek is owed to me, my lady,” he teased, grinning as you groaned, rolling your eyes before leaning in and kissing his cheek. Jeonghan hummed at the action, and you couldn’t help but linger in his vicinity as you looked at him up close.

Jeonghan seemed to notice how you were looking at him, and his grin softened to a soft smile. “Careful, sweetheart, I might think you have a thing for me.”

That made you reel back with a flush to your cheeks, hitting his shoulder as he snorted out a laugh. That’s when he stood up, confusing you before he motioned towards one of Seungcheol’s drawers.

“He keeps his snacks here. We can eat them since he’s probably just hoarding them for when he feels like it.” He took out a bag of chips and a box of strawberry pocky. You grabbed the pocky and opened it, while Jeonghan continued to snoop in Seungcheol’s drawer before whistling lowly.

You looked at him with a quizzical brow, and he took out what looked like a blunt of weed. “Is that—”

“Sure looks like it…” Jeonghan murmured, glancing around the room before finding a lighter. “Wanna smoke it with me?”

The question hung in the air as you looked at Jeonghan. He seemed chill about the whole thing, probably had smoked weed before, but you never tried to in your four years of uni. He sat back down on the bed, leaning against the headboard, tilting his head to the side before offering you the blunt.

“Don’t tell me you haven’t smoked weed before.” 

“I haven’t.” You admitted, and Jeonghan’s eyes softened. “But I’d like to try.”

Jeonghan lit the blunt soon after your approval, taking a drag out of it and handing it to you to try. You awkwardly held the blunt between your fingers, taking a drag before you started to cough, handing the weed back to him as he patted your back while you tried to recover from the burn down your throat. 

“I—fuck, I underestimated the strength of it. Sorry,” Jeonghan apologised softly, still rubbing your back. “How about I shotgun you? It’ll be easier on you, but the effect will be weaker, so…”

“Y-yeah, I think that’ll be better.” You nodded, looking at him with teary eyes after practically coughing your lungs out. “How do we do it?” 

You asked, and he glanced away awkwardly before patting his lap. “You’ll have to get close, sweetheart. I will be exhaling smoke into your mouth after all.”

Ah. That made sense. Something in your stomach flipped as you looked at his lap before back at his face, and you made your way to straddle him, slightly hovering. 

“Inhale when I exhale into your mouth.” Jeonghan took another puff out of the blunt, taking your chin between his index finger and thumb, prying your mouth agape before blowing the smoke into your mouth. You did as he said and inhaled, taking in the smoke as you felt the weed affecting you already due to its potency.

With a couple of more exchanges, and you could feel yourself getting high, sitting snugly on Jeonghan’s lap while he talked about something random from his childhood, while you fed him pocky. The two of you had probably gone through half of the blunt before Jeonghan decided to place it down on the ashtray he had found earlier. His hands found your hips, and you didn’t mind the touch one bit as you fed him another pocky stick.

“Play the pocky game with me,” he murmured, his eyes half-lidded as you hummed and agreed without a second thought. You placed one end of the long pocky stick between his teeth while you started biting the other end, getting closer and closer to his lips. 

When your noses bumped against each other, and you were about to take the last bite, Jeonghan took the rest of the pocky stick into his mouth before stealing a kiss from you, prompting you to gasp. He didn’t seem to be sorry as he bumped his nose against yours.

“Was that okay?” Jeonghan whispered, and you nodded gently, already leaning in for more as his grip on your hips tightened. “Tell me, baby.”

“Yeah, Hannie, I liked it…” You murmured back before pressing another kiss to his lips, forgetting all about the pocky as your hands travelled to the back of his head and you tangled your fingers in his hair.

A groan left Jeonghan’s lips as he kissed you back, his hands roaming around your waist down to your thighs, pushing your skirt higher. “Fuck, is this okay?”

He muttered against your lips, fiddling with the hem of your mini skirt, his eyes searching your face for any hint of disapproval. There was none, and you only tugged gently on his hair.

“Touch me, Jeonghan…” you murmured, and a soft noise left him as you said his name. He was too high to realise, and too focused on pushing your skirt up to your hips to care.

When you ground yourself against him, he panted, his dick stirring in his sweatpants as he watched your panty-clad cunt grind against his growing erection. A curse left Jeonghan’s lips when you ducked your head down, kissing his neck as he guided your hips.

“Just like that, sweetheart, mnh…” He grunted as he saw the wet patch forming against his pants, and your panties were probably soaked from the stimulation. He leaned his head back against the headboard, dizzy with pleasure and the weed working through his system. “I want to fuck you so bad, but I can't—”

He choked out, and you whined. “Why not?”

Jeonghan's hazed brain cleared for a moment, knowing that he didn't want this to happen this way—not when you didn't know who he was yet. Not when he was pretending to be someone else.

“Jeonghan, please…” You nosed his jaw, and that's when he realised that you were calling him by his name.

“I– how did you—” He faltered, groaning when you ground down against him once more, his grip on your hips tightening once more to halt your movements. “Baby, tell me.”

“Minghao told me… I kind of confirmed it when we called that night.”

Jeonghan grunted, moving your head from his neck as he made you look at him. “You're… you're not mad?”

“Why would I be?” You murmured, a puzzled expression forming on your face. “You probably had your reasons, and I'm not going to get mad over you hiding your identity. I'm more mad at myself that I didn't figure it out sooner.”

You pouted, moving your hands from Jeonghan’s hair to his face, caressing gently. “Can you fuck me now?”

A choked-out noise came out of him as he faltered and got flustered by your blunt request. He shook his head in disbelief before shifting slightly to sit better against the headboard. 

“You're something else, sweets…” He muttered, stealing a quick kiss from your lips as his hands travelled to the gusset of your panties and tugged them to the side to see your glistening slit. His cock throbbed at the sight, wanting nothing more than to be inside your sweet cunt.

Jeonghan opened the nightstand drawer to grab the box of condoms Seungcheol usually kept, seeing that there were two condoms left. He gently lifted you so he could shimmy his sweats and boxers down to his mid thigh, his cock leaking and hard.

You watched as he clumsily opened the condom and put it on himself. Once he was done, he tossed the empty foil and tugged you closer, positioning you above his aching dick. He paused as his tip teased your entrance, looking up at you with half-lidded eyes.

“You sure you want—” Jeonghan cut himself off when you sank down on his shaft without warning, a moan leaving his lips as your wet heat clamped around him snugly. 

He watched as your thighs trembled when he bottomed out, your hips pressed against his as he raised you up and gently slammed you down, causing you to make such sweet noises that had him immediately addicted.

“Jeonghannie—” you whined, riding him slowly as he guided you, rolling your hips just right as his tip nudged against spots you wouldn't be able to reach with your fingers. “S'good—”

You looked down at him as he seemed to be focused on watching his cock disappear into your warm cunt, a groan leaving him before looking up at your face. You looked so fucked out, and Jeonghan loved it, his hips starting to meet your downward motions, thrusting up into you.

“You're perfect, sweets… everything I ever wanted—fuck, you're squeezing me so tight. You like that? Being everything I want?” He panted as he pressed soft kisses to your jaw and neck, slamming you down harder on his cock as he fucked you faster, not being able to help himself.

You felt wrecked, getting fucked so good by the same person you’d texted for over a week in his best friend’s dorm room. It was something out of a fantasy, and you couldn’t help but whimper when Jeonghan’s thumb found your clit, rubbing tight circles around the nub as he tried to lead you to your first orgasm.

“Jeonghan, fuck, I’m gonna cum—” You squeaked, feeling how your cunt got slipperier and the knot in your abdomen got tighter. 

Jeonghan only grunted at that, his assault on your bundle of nerves not stopping as he kept thrusting up into your tightness. “Cum for me then, milk my cock for what it’s worth, hm? Come on—”

You cried out when his hips snapped just right, his tip kissing your cervix as your orgasm came crashing down on you like a wave. Your thighs trembled, but you continued to bounce on Jeonghan’s cock until he blew his spend into the condom he was wearing.

“Too hot…” You grumbled, tossing your blouse onto the foot of the bed, leaving yourself in your black lace bra. Jeonghan also shed himself of his hoodie and t-shirt, revealing his lean body. He pulled out of you as he tossed the condom into the box before grabbing another one. You were surprised how quickly he got hard again, not expecting it at all.

Jeonghan flipped the two of you over, so that he was on top of you this time, kicking off his pants while undoing your skirt to toss it into the small pile of clothes that you had made on the floor. Your bra and panties joined the pile soon after, leaving both of you naked. You panted softly as he ground his cock against your slippery folds, his cockhead nudging your pudgy clit before he pushed into your wet hole once more. His grinds were slow and lazy, but Jeonghan filled you up just right as he took one of your legs and hooked it over his shoulder, managing to hit deeper spots from this position.

A soft grunt left him as he watched you mewl and whimper under him, your arm covering your eyes as your breasts bounced back and forth with each thrust. “You look so pretty,” he murmured, moving your arm and pinning it above your head, seeing your eyes glazed with tears as he cooed.

“Why are you crying, baby? Is it too much—” He almost sounded panicked, and you shook your head, not wanting him to stop.

“No–no, it feels so good, Hannie, I just—fuck, it feels so good—” You whined as your back arched off the bed, and Jeonghan couldn’t help but lean down and press soft kisses to the valley of your breasts, worshipping your body as he continued to fuck you slowly.

Jeonghan relished the way your pussy clamped around his thick shaft, sucking him in and milking him with your gummy walls. Soon, his hips started to move a bit faster, feeling his release building up with each second of being inside your needy cunt.

“I’m gonna cum,” he rasped out, his pelvis rubbing against your clit with every rock of his hips as your velvet walls continued to spasm around him with increasing vigour, signalling that you were close as well. 

It didn't take long for the two of you to reach your orgasms, with yours hitting you first and triggering Jeonghan’s as the two of you moaned softly.

“One more time, Hannie—” You keened out a whine when he pulled out, noticing how sweat sheened from his skin. He was softly panting, still holding your leg over his shoulder as he pressed a gentle kiss to your calf.

“Can't… We don't have any condoms left—” He crooked out, but you only tugged him closer when he threw the used-up condom into the box once more. His cock was still half-hard, and you were aching for more. Jeonghan murmured your name softly, chiding you when you angled your hips, so that your entrance would nudge against his bare tip. “We can't—”

“Hannie, please… I'm on birth control, I just need you inside me one more time, please.”

You begged, and Jeonghan was weak for you. He probably always had been, even when you didn't know him back then. He sighed, praying that his stamina would last one more time. “One more time, and we're done. I'm not gonna last much longer…”

He admitted, and you just nodded. He didn't have to last long, you just wanted to feel him—feel what it was like to have him raw and creaming your pussy instead of a condom. Jeonghan clenched his jaw as he pushed his tip into your bare hole and hissed softly at how wet and snug you felt without any barriers.

“Oh, fuck… I'm definitely not gonna last—” He grunted, filling you up with ease from how slick your walls and inner thighs were. “Fuckfuckfuck—”

Jeonghan groaned, his pace hasty as he drove his cock into your spasming cunt, gripping and sucking him in like a vice. His cock molded your insides, his cockhead abusing your cervix with each thrust as you squealed. 

You could feel your release building up once more, the heat in your abdomen unbearable as you clamped down on Jeonghan’s shaft, the band snapping and releasing hot slick around his length. The pleasure felt like hot lava against your skin, burning you as your back arched off the bed, making a mess out of Seungcheol’s sheets. Your pussy milked him, a milky ring forming around the base of his cock, and Jeonghan couldn’t hold it in anymore.

A guttural groan left his lips as his hips stuttered, movements stilling as he came inside you in hot spurts. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, not being able to hold in your keen whine as he filled you up to the brim until both of your mixed releases were leaking out of your used cunt to your ass down to the already messy sheets.

Once Jeonghan recovered, he pressed a soft kiss to your throat, pulling out as he watched his cum and your juices leak out of you before pushing it back in with his fingers. The action made you whimper, but you let him do what he wanted, watching him with lidded eyes.

“We made such a mess…” He grumbled with a soft chuckle, “Cheol’s gonna kill me for fucking you on his bed.”

“Future us’s problem,” you murmured, groaning deliciously at the ache of your body as Jeonghan grabbed some tissues to clean you up before crashing on top of you. “You’re heavy—”

You complained, but Jeonghan was out like a light, his breathing heavy and rhythmic as you sighed with a soft smile, drifting to take a nap as well.

At about 3 in the morning, you could hear banging outside the door. Jeonghan stirred first as he groaned, grabbing his pants from the floor before tossing his t-shirt for you to wear. You put it on, along with your panties, and when Jeonghan saw that you were fully covered, he opened the door to see a disgruntled Seungcheol.

The disgruntlement immediately switched from shock to disbelief at the sight of his bedsheets. “Dude.”

“Cut me some slack, you invited me to this party. Plus, I didn’t expect we’d fuck…” Jeonghan murmured, sheepish as he glanced at you with a soft smile and a wink that made you flush in embarrassment.

“You smoked my weed!” Seungcheol hissed, groaning as he looked around his room, noticing the half-eaten snacks, the almost-smoked blunt and the messy sheets you were currently sitting on. “Man, I was saving that pocky…”

He sulked as you looked at him apologetically. “Sorry, Seungcheol.”

“It’s not your fault. It’s his—” He pointed at his best friend with a glare before rubbing his face. “I’m crashing at Mingyu’s. I’m not going to sleep in my room for the next week. It reeks of sex and weed in here.”

Seungcheol grumbled as he grabbed a few clothes from his drawer and opened the window before muttering something along the lines of “unbelievable” and “fucking in my room”. He closed the door after himself, leaving you and Jeonghan alone once more. 

You pressed your lips into a thin line, stifling your giggles as Jeonghan covered his hand with his fist. “We should clean his room and head back.”

Jeonghan nodded at that, and you put your skirt on, still wearing his t-shirt, while he put on his hoodie before the two of you started tidying up his best friend’s room. Once you were finished, you held your blouse in your hand, leaving the room with a ‘sorry’ note with it.

Walking back to your apartment, you and Jeonghan had your arms linked together, giggling and talking about random shit. When you got to the bottom of your apartment building, he unlinked your arms, but didn’t let go of your hand just yet. 

“I’ll see you later for our date?” He asked, looking at you hopefully, and when you nodded, he sighed in relief. You cocked an eyebrow at that before he spoke up again. “I thought you wouldn’t want…”

“Jeonghan, I just had the best sex of my life. I think I’d want to still go on a date with you.”

“Just because I’m sexy? Or because you actually want to date me?” He pouted, teasing you as you rolled your eyes.

“Can’t it be both?” You compromised as Jeonghan hummed and pursed his lips, pretending to think about it before nodding.

He pulled you closer, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips before pulling away. “Both is good, sweets. I’ll see you later.”

You smiled softly, letting go of his hand before waving him goodbye and heading up to your apartment, still wearing his t-shirt.

“That’s one hell of a fashion statement.” Minghao deadpanned as you jumped once you closed the front door. You turned around to see your roommate, your two best friends, and Jun in the living room, visibly waiting for you.

“What does it say?” You entertained Hao’s sarcastic remark as you tossed your blouse into your room before coming back to where they were.

“It says, ‘I was clearly laid, ask me about it because I’ll definitely brag’. It’s quite obvious.” Joshua chimed in, watching as you grabbed a pillow and tossed it at his face. Your best friend let out an ‘oomph’ sound before throwing the pillow back at you.

You huffed at them, irked at the fact that they were all gathered in your apartment. “What are you guys doing here anyway? I get Hao, he’s my roommate, but you three? Wonwoo, how’d you get dragged into this?”

Wonwoo shrugged, pointing at Joshua, “He told me what happened, and as your friend, I came for support. So, are you going to tell us what happened during the party or what?”

“This is my sex life we’re talking about.”

“And? You’ve shared worse stuff, pipsqueak. Spill the tea.” Joshua seemed the most interested in the gossip, while Minghao just sat there, looking unbothered when he was lowkey listening. Jun and Wonwoo were too busy fussing over a game on the latter’s phone, but they were tuning in as well.

You sighed, sitting down on the free armchair by the sofa, before you started telling them about what had happened during the party. Deciding to leave out the three rounds of sex, Joshua was awestruck, Minghao was subtly judging, but at the same time, he was happy for you, while Jun and Wonwoo were still busy with the game on their phones.

“Now, get the fuck out of my apartment. I need to get some sleep before my date.” You pointed at the door, and Joshua whined but dragged your Wonwoo and Jun out of your apartment, but not before Wonwoo could say something.

“I hope he doesn’t break your heart, or he has four guys to deal with.” Your best friend offered you a smile before closing the door. You smiled at the thought of your friends beating up Jeonghan if he ever fucked up, and it warmed your heart, thankful to have such good friends.

After 6 hours of sleep, you woke up around 9 am, your phone buzzing being the reason why you woke up. You checked the notifications bar, seeing Jeonghan’s name on top.

Jeonghan: Good morning :)) 

Jeonghan: Can you come downstairs? I have something for you, sweets.

You: How are you downstairs???

You: We literally saw each other six hours ago.

You: I’m still in my pyjamas.

Jeonghan: Perfect. Could I come up then?

You: Yeah, I’ll open the door for you.

You got up from your bed with a soft grunt, looking at yourself in the mirror as you felt the soreness between your legs. A soft sigh left your lips when your intercom rang, prompting you to rush towards it and open the door for Jeonghan downstairs.

When he finally got upstairs, you opened the front door, seeing him holding two cups of what seemed like coffee and tea in one hand and breakfast from your favourite bakery. “Surprise?”

“You didn’t have to—” Your eyes softened as you let him in, closing the door as he took his shoes off after handing you the bag with your favourite pastries from the bakery. “How’d you know I liked these?”

“Well, uh…” He trailed off, his cheeks dusting pink as he strided towards your couch, looking around your space a little better. “I might’ve had a crush on you before the whole wrong number ordeal.”

You blinked at him, surprise filling you as you connected the dots further—the way he seemed to be awkward and nervous around you during the first few meetings when he was pretending to be Han and his flirty behaviour over text.

“No way—” You shook your head, sitting down beside him, surprise evident in your tone. “We didn’t even know each other back then!”

“Well, you didn’t know me, I knew you. We took Statistics together last year, too.” Jeonghan scratched his cheek awkwardly when you continued to look at him with an astonished expression. “I didn’t know Cheol knew you until a few weeks ago, and that was when I gained the guts to ask him for your number and message you, pretending that I had the wrong number.”

The explanation baffled you, but it made sense at the same time before you scoffed out a laugh.

“Jeonghan.”

“Mmm?”

“You couldn’t have made it any harder for yourself.” You snorted, and he groaned before laughing softly along with you. “Like, seriously. You could’ve walked up to me and talked to me.”

“It wasn’t that simple!” He covered his face, embarrassed, but he kept smiling, a little glad that you found the situation humorous. Jeonghan sighed softly when you finally stopped giggling, shaking his head at how cute you were before noting that it was quite quiet in your apartment.

“Is your roommate not home?” He asked as you hummed, taking a bite out of the pastry in the bag.

“Minghao usually goes to the gym before going for a three-hour nature walk around the campus park. He also takes his time to meditate by the lake, so he’ll be gone for a while. Why?”

Jeonghan just shrugged, taking a sip of his coffee as he watched you enjoy your food. He could get used to seeing you like this—dishevelled after sleep, face bare and hair sticking out from multiple ends. It was cute, and he’d been dreaming of this day.

You noticed his soft gaze on you, making you feel a little self-conscious. “Is there something on my face?”

“Huh-? No, no! I just… I’ve been kind of dreaming of this day, he murmured, smiling softly.

You tilted your head to the side, puzzled, before Jeonghan continued. “You know, uh, seeing you like this—dishevelled and whatnot. Just you.”

You swallowed the food in your mouth, blinking at him. “So, my usual grouchy morning self?”

“Yes.” He nodded, leaning back against the sofa.

“You’re even weirder in person, you know that?” You grumbled but cracked a soft smile. “I can’t say I hate it. Being my boyfriend and all.”

Jeonghan blinked at the words you just said, causing you to look at him with a confused expression once more. “What?”

“Say that thing again.”

“I can’t say I hate it..?” You furrowed your eyebrows, unsure, before Jeonghan shook his head and made a circular motion with his hand as if telling you to rewind.

“No, the other thing.”

“Being my boyfrien—oh.” Your cheeks flushed, looking down at your lap as you tried not to explode on the spot for saying that. “Is… Is that okay?”

“Is— Is being your boyfriend okay? Are you hearing yourself?” Jeonghan huffed softly before grabbing your shoulders and shaking you, “Of course, it’s okay. More than okay, actually—perfect, more so.”

You grabbed his arms and stopped him from shaking you, “Okay, okay—I get it!”

Jeonghan let you go and sat back down on the couch, grabbing his coffee from the coffee table before taking a long swig from it, and placing it back down as you finished your food. Once you were done, you crumpled the paper bag, and he wiped off the leftover crumbs from the corner of your lips.

“So…” You started, curious about what he had planned for today’s date, “What are we going to do today?”

Jeonghan only smiled, winking at you as he leaned back, “That’s a secret you’ll have to unfold later, sweets. I’m not fond of ruining surprises.”

A groan left your lips, too impatient, but knowing Jeonghan, he’d stay true to his word and not reveal anything until the date. You pouted slightly before taking a sip of your tea, humming at the hot beverage filling your system.

“Not even one hint?”

“No. Not a chance, sweetheart. Stop trying to ruin your surprise.” He squinted at you before flicking your forehead, prompting you to retaliate, but he didn’t let you as he grabbed your wrists.

“What if I don’t like surprises?” You argued and tried to tug yourself away from his grasp, and he rolled his eyes, keeping you close.

“Not my problem, sweets, you’re not getting any spoilers.”

Even with your insistence on having Jeonghan give you at least one hint, he only gave you one, very vague hint, which went somewhere along the lines of “you’ll love it” and “it’s something you really like”.

That hint didn’t really help, since he asked you to wear something casual yet pretty, so you were stuck between a white sundress adorned with tiny pink flowers or a loose V-neck sweater and jeans. 

Deciding on the former, you put on the dress, matching it with your white shoes, before heading back out to the living room, where Jeonghan was waiting. He was scrolling through his phone when he glanced up and saw you standing there, your hands behind your back as you awkwardly rocked back and forth.

“Stop staring like that—” You huffed, feeling awkward as he gaped at you before snapping out of it.

“Sorry—fuck… I, uh… You look pretty.” He got up from the sofa, walking over to you and grabbing your waist. “Like, really pretty.”

Jeonghan leaned down, nosing your cheek. “Wondering if we should go on that date right now or—ow, okay, okay, sorry.”

He snickered when you smacked him, grinning as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. That's when you heard a groan behind you, prompting you to turn around and see Minghao with squinting eyes.

“The two of you better not fuck on the couch,” He muttered accusingly before heading to his room, leaving you and Jeonghan alone once more. A giggle left your lips before you patted his chest.

“Let's go on that date, shall we, my lady?” He offered his arm for you to grab, and you smiled as you took it before heading out the door.

The two of you walked to one of your favourite bookstores near campus, which you hadn’t expected for your first date with him. “Bookstore date?”

“That’s not all, sweets.” Jeonghan grinned, opening the door for you as he let you enter the establishment. “I decided to ask the staff… And they let me rent the place out for two hours.”

Your eyes widened at his words, surprised at the fact that Jeonghan managed to rent the bookstore for a whole two hours. When you entered, you saw Kimmy—one of the workers in the store—by the register, winking and giving you a thumbs-up before waving a small green flag she held by the counter to promote books with green-flag men.

A soft giggle left your lips as Jeonghan led you to the small reading nook the owners of the store had agreed to make for you since you came by so often, and it was far from the main hall of the bookstore itself, so you had some privacy. The table you had there was set with a candle, and some food—takeout from your favourite Chinese joint that you frequented with Joshua.

“You thought of everything for this date, haven’t you?” You looked at him with a fond smile, and he hummed before grabbing a baby blue bag from behind one of the chairs.

“That’s not all. Sit down and open it.” He pulled the chair back for you, prompting you to giggle once more as you sat down comfortably and pulled out what seemed like a cinammoroll plush keyring. You glanced up at him with a slightly ajar mouth before he added, “Oh, there’s also an envelope, open it.”

Without another word, you grabbed the envelope and opened it to read, “Here’s my card. You have ten minutes to look around the store and five minutes to grab the books you want. Winky face, your boyfriend.” You looked at him, dumbfounded as he only chuckled.

“We’ll do it after we eat, it’s better to eat Chinese when it’s still hot.”

The two of you ate and conversed, giggling about the stupidest things as you reminisced about the things that happened a couple of hours prior. Jeonghan seemed to notice your flushed expression, grinning slightly. “You’re thinking about what happened last night, did you?”

“Shut up—” You squeaked, stealing a dumpling from his container, and he let you as he leaned his chin on his palm, looking enamoured by the sight of you. Feeling flustered, you took a sip of your drink before clearing your throat. “I’m full, so let’s do that thing, hm? I have a few books I’ve been eyeing, and I know the layout of this building like the back of my hand.”

“I’m going to be broke, aren’t I?” Jeonghan sighed with a soft laugh when you nodded, taking one last bite of his food before getting up and taking your outstretched hand, excited for whatever activity you had planned.

After the timer ended, you managed to snag about 8 books, two of which were textbooks, which made Jeonghan raise an eyebrow at you, but books were expensive as fuck, so if you had the chance to monopolise someone else’s money, you’d use it. The other six paperbacks were romance novels, with genres ranging from romantasy to standard romcom tropes.

“You sure like romance novels, huh?” He teased, looking through one of the books’ synopses, curious about the contents of the paperback, and opening a page where the main characters were having rough sex. Jeonghan whistled softly as Kimmy snatched the book from him, rang it up and put it in the paper bag. You thanked her as you waved goodbye while your boyfriend held the bag with your haul. “Are you sure you’ll manage to read all of these? Six novels are a lot, you know?”

You snorted out a laugh, shaking your head. “It’s the weekend, Jeonghan. I have a whole Sunday free, and my Mondays usually consist of theoretical science that I can miss because the professor sends video versions of the lecture anyway. I’ll manage to binge these in a day.”

That’s when you noticed Jeonghan’s slight pout, prompting you to raise your eyebrow at him before he sighed dramatically.

“Why are you pouting?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” he drawled, still pouting. “My girlfriend would rather spend time with books for the whole weekend instead of her boyfriend—” You smacked him, cutting him off as he stifled his chuckles. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it that way.”

“I mean, I could kick Minghao out for the day, and we can hang out in the living room without him side-eyeing us.” You shrugged, not thinking much of it, as the two of you walked towards the cafe, where you bought your tea from and bought some drinks before heading to the park to sit down by the small pond.

“How are you enjoying our little date so far, sweets?” Jeonghan asked, looking at you with a hopeful gleam in his eyes. You shrugged, causing him to gently nudge you. “Come on, tell me.”

“Honestly?” You looked at him with a soft yet happy smile, “It’s the best date I’ve been on in a while. You’ve outdone yourself, boyfriend.”

Jeonghan grinned, clearly happy with the praise, before he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, surprising you. “Perfect. How many boyfriend points do I get?”

“Boyfriend points?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Yeah, like… If I get enough of them, I get a prize or something.” He shrugged, making you blink at him.

“Jeonghan, we are not doing that. What are you, a toddler?” You snorted, and he made a face which you almost smacked him for again, but refrained. “We are not doing that.”

“Worth a shot.”

After your date, Jeonghan walked you back home and gave you a goodbye kiss that made you feel like you were on clouds. You felt all giddy, and you were giggling to yourself on the way up to your apartment.

Once you entered the apartment, you saw Minghao lounging around in the living room, watching something on the TV. He glanced at you before sighing, “How was the date?”

“Perfect,” you chirped, still smiling, which made your cheeks hurt. “I think he’s actually not real from how perfect the date went.”

“I’m sure you’re itching to tell someone the details, so spill.”

“You’re the best roommate ever, do I ever tell you that?” You sat down beside him after placing your paper bag with your new books on the dining table. 

“I’ve been told once or twice, yes.” He rolled his eyes, but Minghao was genuinely interested, wanting to know how your day with Jeonghan went.

“Okay, so…”

After talking about your date with Minghao and Facetiming Joshua and Wonwoo in the process, you managed to get some good night’s sleep. You couldn’t kick Minghao out for the day, so you had to cancel your plans with Jeonghan, but the two of you called for about three hours before you had to end the call because you needed food in your system.

While you prepared dinner, you found yourself texting your boyfriend, sharing memes or just talking about random messages.

Jeonghan: Whatcha cooking, good looking?

You: Just some cream pasta.

You: Reading was quite slow today. I only read 50% of the first book.

Jeonghan: That’s still a lot, sweets

Jeonghan: It’d take me about 3 days to get halfway through a book :/

Jeonghan: So, be proud of yourself for reading so much in one day

You: If you say so 🤷

You: Anyway, what are YOU up to?

Jeonghan: I’m playing video games with Cheol

Jeonghan: Kinda boring ngl

Jeonghan: Would rather talk with you ;)

You: Pfft, okay.

You: Play your silly video games with him.

You: And apologise about the weed.

Jeonghan: Just the weed?

You: And the pocky.

You: I don’t regret the sex, you know.

Jeonghan: Oh, I know ;)

Jeonghan: I’d so do it again even if we weren’t high

You: You’re evil.

Jeonghan: You like me so 🤷

You: Fair enough.

Jeonghan: I gtg

Jeonghan: Text you later?

You: If I don’t get immersed in reading, then yes.

Jeonghan: Okay, love u

You reread the message, trying to make sure you weren’t seeing things before turning as red as a tomato. He didn’t mean it like that, right? He meant it as a goodbye and not an actual ‘I love you’? You screamed into your hands, confused and flustered as hell.

On Jeonghan’s end, he was also screaming into his hands after sending you that last message, Seungcheol, looking at him with an ‘Are you fucking serious right now?’ expression. “Dude, you’re overreacting. It was just a text.”

“You don’t get it, Cheolie…” Jeonghan groaned as his best friend was more focused on the game he was playing rather than Jeonghan’s insistent whining. “I said ‘love you’ and not ‘I love you’ because I’m a fucking coward. And I wanna say it to her face, not over text.”

“Then do that?” Seungcheol paused his game, sighing softly.

Jeonghan only groaned, throwing his phone on his bed before rubbing his face from slight frustration. He wanted to do it so badly, but he felt like he’d be pushing it. “It’s too early for me to do it! I don’t wanna scare her off.”

He grumbled, and his best friend could hear his pout without even looking at him. “When did you become such a loser, Hannie?” 

Seungcheol teased, and Jeonghan glared at him, throwing a pillow at his friend.

“Shut up.”

A few days passed, and everything between you and Jeonghan was going smoothly, going on quick cafe dates in between classes, sharing lunch with your friends, or just spending time together in general. 

You were getting used to the whole boyfriend/girlfriend ordeal, not being used to having someone in your space besides your roommate. But you found yourself enjoying it more than you expected, liking the comfort of having someone to lean on for once. It felt lighter to have someone who could carry your burdens with you and vice versa.

It was a Friday afternoon, you had finished most of your lab work early and decided that Minghao had to go for the day because you wanted Jeonghan to stay over, and he just gave you an obvious look that meant ‘I know what you’re planning to do and I’m letting it slide’.

You were huddled up in a blanket, cuddling with Jeonghan on top of you while you played with his hair with one hand and read a book with the other, occasionally moving your hand from your boyfriend’s hair to flip a page. 

A soft grunt left your lips an hour into reading, prompting Jeonghan to move his head from your chest. “What is it?”

“Nothing… I mean, not nothing, I just don’t wanna move at the moment,” you grumbled softly as your cheeks burned. You didn’t want to ask him for it. No way.

“Do you need to pee or something—”

“No, no! It’s just…” You trailed off, your cheeks and ears dusting red as you tried to spit it out. “There’s a sex scene I don’t really get.”

“Ah,” Jeonghan murmured, causing you to flush further from embarrassment, before he tutted softly, “Well, that can’t do, can it? What’s the scene? Read it for me, baby.”

“O–oh, uh, okay…” You cleared your throat. “Harlan angled my hips, spreading my legs wide, teasing his cock against my slit before pushing in—”

“Okay, I got the gist of it, geez. I forgot most of those romance books of yours are in first person,” he grumbled before taking the book from you and placing it down on the coffee table before shifting slightly between your legs. “That’s just simple missionary, sweetheart. Why are you so confused?”

“Because there’s more, Hannie. Let me finish, will you?” You huffed, grabbing the book once more, and he chuckled before nodding. 

You cleared your throat again and continued, “Pushing in with one easy thrust, my pussy squelched from how wet he’d gotten me. I whined, trembling like a leaf as I pawed my enemy’s chest—”

“They’re enemies?” Jeonghan cut you off, gasping dramatically as you rolled your eyes and continued reading.

“—looking up at him so fucked out and dazed. He pumped his shaft into me a couple of times before flipping me around to my stomach without pulling out, burying my face into the pillows of my bed. He grabbed my hips up and started fucking me harder while muttering the lewdest things into my ear.”

You finished reading the part of the page, Jeonghan’s eyes half-lidded as he licked his lips. “I got the gist of it. You wanna…?”

Your thighs clenched around his hips, signalling him that you indeed wanted it. A soft groan left his lips as he slipped off the blanket from your bodies, his hands starting to roam along your hips and waist, pushing up the t-shirt you were wearing to reveal your bare breasts. He expected it, since the two of you were home, but he still enjoyed the sight. 

A whine left your lips when he leaned down, latching his mouth onto one of your nipples, suckling and gently biting while he rubbed your other nipple with his thumb, switching between them so neither would feel neglected. Jeonghan continued his ministrations until you were panting and your nipples were wet, coated with his spit and aching with pleasure.

“Gonna fuck you better than what that dumb book described, mmkay?” Jeonghan crooned against your neck, yanking your shorts and panties down your legs, and throwing them on the floor. His hand ghosted over your wet slit, teasing you as he spread your pussy lips open, watching as your tight hole clenched around nothing and gushed with slick that drooled down to the leather of the couch.

“Hannie, please…”

“Hmm? What is it, pretty baby?” He cooed. “You need to be patient. I wanna take my sweet time with your sweet little cunt this time.”

“But–but, you were gonna show me—”

Jeonghan shushed you softly. “I said I’m going to fuck you better than what was described in your book. So, be a good girl and take what I give you, hm?”

You moaned at that, nodding as he touched you with reverent caresses, whispering sweet nothings into your ear before pushing two fingers into your wet heat, scissoring your sopping cunt as it squelched lewdly at his movements. Jeonghan stretched your inner walls, feeling them snugly flutter and wrap around his digits. His palm grazed your clit just right, pulling soft whines out of you as your thighs tightened around his hips.

Once he was satisfied playing with your sweet pussy, he pulled his fingers out before shoving them into his mouth and let out a groan. When he finished sucking off your juices from them, he smiled at you. “So sweet…”

Jeonghan didn’t waste any more time, shoving his sweatpants down, freeing his heavy, leaking cock. He looked at you, begging and reaching out for him, so he decided against looking for condoms, and it wasn’t like he had any with him to begin with.

Lubricating himself with your slick, his cockhead nudged against your bundle of nerves a couple of times, causing your legs to tremble and twitch before Jeonghan finally lined himself up against your entrance. Due to how slippery your hole was, he easily slipped in, a guttural groan leaving his lips as he felt your raw cunt around his cock once more.

“Fuck, fuck—you feel so good… Your pussy is sucking my dick in so good, sweets.”

“Hannie—Jeonghan, fuck—I, I, hngh—”

You whined out, grasping the material of the oversized hoodie he was wearing before he quickly shed it, so that he could feel your nails against his skin. You nailed his upper back, causing Jeonghan to hiss in both pleasure and pain from the sharp sting. He then started gently rocking his hips into you, each deep thrust knocking the air out of your lungs. 

Your boyfriend’s eyes darted down to where the two of you were connected, and the sound of his cock bullying into your cunt was enough to make him grit his teeth and think of basketball statistics to prevent himself from coming way too quickly inside your spasming hole.

Jeonghan groaned your name softly, peppering soft kisses all over your neck and jaw before he flipped you onto your stomach without pulling out, just like what you had read in your book. Something about him easily manhandling you made your stomach flutter and your walls to squeeze around his dick as he pulled your hips up towards him, your ass up, while your face got buried in the throw pillows.

“This is what you wanted, right, baby? Getting fucked from behind like a pretty little thing in heat—” Jeonghan grunted softly as he grabbed the globes of your ass, the fat dimpling under his grip as he spread your cheeks apart to watch how his thick length filled you up. 

You could feel how his dick twitched inside you when he saw the messy white ring forming around the base of his cock, his thrusts getting slightly sloppier and harder as he licked his lips. Your moans were muffled but still loud enough to spur Jeonghan on and made him drive his cock deeper into you—hitting spots you couldn’t reach yourself. The way his tip grazed against your cervix made you squeal and push yourself back against him, your back arching slightly from pleasure.

One of Jeonghan’s hands let go of your ass cheek, moving down between your legs to rub on your neglected clit, making you keen out a whine and your hole to clench around him tightly. Your toes curled as the heat in your gut expanded and licked at your tingling nerves.

“Jeonghan—I’m… I think I’m gonna—”

“Let go, baby, let go for me.” 

You whined at that, letting go as you let your orgasm crash through you, making your back arch further as you pushed yourself closer to him, as Jeonghan’s hips stuttered when your velvet walls milked him for his cum.

A choked grunt left his lips as he stilled his motions, burying himself deep inside you as he spilt hot, thick spurts of cum into your messy cunt. Air was knocked out of your lungs as you recovered slowly, hearing your heartbeat in your ears as your vision was slightly blurred from the overwhelming pleasure.

You whined in protest at the loss of Jeonghan’s cock when he pulled out. Turning your head, you saw him panting softly, watching your leaking hole as he pushed his cum back into your used cunt. That was when he tugged you, turning you around as both of you were leaning against your heels. He caressed your cheek and kissed you softly, leading you to sit on his lap as he leaned back against the couch until he was lying down, before pulling away.

“Sit on my face.”

The request caught you off guard, unsure about sitting on his face after he had just come inside you. But he seemed set on you sitting on his face, gently yanking your hips, causing you to grind on his abs accidentally. Your sensitive clit grazed his skin, and Jeonghan moaned at the mess you were making on his abdomen.

“A–are you sure-? I don’t—”

“I’m sure, sweets, ride my face. Let me clean that cute little pussy up.” His grip on your hips gently tightened before letting go, so that you could crawl over and hover your dripping cunt over his face. Before you could even stabilise yourself, Jeonghan pulled you down, his mouth latching onto your sensitive cunt immediately. He didn’t care about your mixed juices, only wanting you and your sweet wetness.

A moan left Jeonghan’s lips as he lapped you up, tongue flat against your slit as he messily made out with your cunt. You grasped onto his hair, tugging and gripping for support as you started to grind yourself against him, his nose nudging against your clit just right, your release building up faster than the last as soft mewls left your lips as your boyfriend cleaned you up. His grip on your ass tightened, eating your pussy out with increasing vigour as he felt you clench around his tongue.

Your orgasm hit you like a wave, toes curling as you wailed in pleasure, your eyes fluttering closed as your hips stuttered against his face. Once Jeonghan was done with drinking up your juices, he easily lifted you from his face, shifting you onto his lap before pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.

“I guess we broke the rule about fucking on the couch.”

The two of you went over to your room after the situation on the couch. Jeonghan was peacefully napping on your bed while you were silently admiring your boyfriend, playing with some strands of his hair. Noticing your sketchbook on your desk, you decided to grab it along with your pencil and eraser before you started to sketch.

Before you knew it, you had a sketch of Jeonghan with some details, smiling to yourself, and not noticing him stirring awake.

“Whatcha smiling about?” He rasped, his voice groggy after his nap. “Are you drawing?”

He seemed curious, so you showed him the sketch. Jeonghan’s eyes softened at the sight, in awe of the piece of art you had done in such a short time. “You’re talented, sweets.”

“Thank you… It’s something I took from my mother.” You smiled as you flipped through the pages, showing him more sketches, mostly of him, which surprised Jeonghan, but he was secretly very pleased.

After giving him a glimpse of your sketchbook, you closed it before placing it on your nightstand and huddling close to him. 

Jeonghan pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder, happy in your arms. “I love you.”

The confession was soft, but full of meaning, and you couldn’t help but hug him tighter, pressing a soft kiss to his temple.

“I love you too, Hannie.”

“No take-backs. You love me.”

You could feel his grin against your skin, which made you roll your eyes before giggling.

“I do.”

FIN~

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You hummed, pretending to be unaware of who handled his order, glancing at your coworkers—Seungkan and Soonyoung—before shrugging. “Take a wild guess, Mingoo.”

“It was Seungkwan, wasn’t it?” He pouted, continuing his conversation with you, distracting you from your job as manager and barista. You just shrugged and winked, a soft giggle coming out of you as you moved towards cleaning the espresso machine. It was always nice to have Mingyu around, but he sure distracted you from your duties.

“Yah, Mingoo, go away and eat your bagel. Stop harassing our manager.” Seungkwan shooed him away as the other man huffed.

“I’m not distracting her—am I?” He suddenly asked, looking at you as you turned to look back at him while cleaning the coffee machine. 

You just shrugged, giving him a small, teasing smile. “Maybe a little bit, but hey, eye candy for the win, right?”

You watched Mingyu’s ear turn pink as he shook his head before sitting down at one of the stools by the counter to eat his food and scroll through his phone.

This was routine between the four of you, really. Mingyu would order, talk to you for a little too long, sometimes you’d flirt with him just to see the reactions he’d express, before he was either off on a table working on whatever he was working on his laptop, or just sitting by the stools by the counter so he could watch you work. You never minded his presence; of course, it was quite comforting to see someone become a regular at your cafe and to be able to converse with him freely.

After he finished eating, he handed you the plate he had used along with the tray, your fingers brushing in the process. You noted the slight flush on his cheeks as you let out a soft giggle.

“See you around, sweets.” He waved, almost stumbling into one of the chairs in the cafe. The action made you laugh softly as you waved back.

It was endearing to see him react to you in such a way, though you never figured out why. Your talks usually consisted of ‘how are you’s and ‘what are you up to’s. Everything was vague, and you didn’t mind it, but you were curious about Mingyu more than you’d like to admit. He didn’t even know your name! It wasn’t like the cafe provided name tags, so it made sense that he didn’t know your name. So, he usually called you “manager-nim” or “sweets” depending on his mood. It was nice.

“Seriously, the guy has a massive crush on you!” Seungkwan shook his head as he swept the floor, leaning against the broom as he looked out the window before looking back at you. “I don’t get why you won’t ask him for his number yet. Like it’s so obvious he wants to suck face with you—ow!”

You threw a whole roll of paper towels at him, rolling your eyes. “He does not want to suck faces with me, Kwan. Shut the fuck up. He’s our regular.”

“I think Seungkwan is right, though, boss. He definitely has a crush on you. He wouldn’t come in during all your shifts if he didn’t.” Soonyoung joined in on the conversation as he manned the register, counting the cash.

“Firstly, don’t call me that, I’m just your manager, the actual boss is Seungcheol, and he’ll reprimand you. Secondly, he does not have a crush on me. It’s a coincidence that he comes in during my shifts. He might just have breaks within his schedule during the day. Stop trying to ship Mingyu and me like some romcom fanfiction you two have going on in your heads.”

“We’re just saying what we’re seeing, manager. The way you’re flirting with him so casually also indicates the sign of interest—”

“You’re asking for a beating, Seungkwan,” you muttered as you threatened him with a rag this time, causing him to flinch and continue sweeping the floors. “I don’t flirt with him, I banter. And even if I were flirting, I do that to all our regulars–!”

“Mingyu’s our only regular, though..” Soonyoung murmured, and you sent him a glare. 

You were only like this because they’ve been pushing the idea of Mingyu having a massive crush on you for weeks now. You weren’t sure where it came from, but it was getting on your nerves since Mingyu was practically a stranger, and you didn’t want to lose a regular over some speculations from your coworkers.

When it was almost closing time, the three of you decided it was time to properly clean up and start closing the cafe. That’s when the door to the cafe opened, the bell on top ringing gently.

“We’re sorry but—” You cut yourself off when you saw the customer, your eyes widening before your expression dropped. “Jiwoon.”

Your tone was icy as you stared at your ex with nothing but hostility. Your ex had been showing up at your apartment building, begging you to take him back after he had cheated on you with your best friend. You had caught them when you wanted to surprise Jiwoon with a cake for his birthday. The cake was thrown at his face, to say the least. You hadn’t expected him to come to your job.

“What are you doing here?” You hissed, your eyes squinting as your coworkers watched the whole thing unravel on the sidelines.

“Baby, come on—you can’t ignore me forever. I promise I've changed, I’m sorry. I won’t cheat on you again, just come back to me—”

Jiwoon pleaded. This is what always happened at first—he begged for you to take him back, and when you didn’t? He’d either get physical or verbally abuse you. You’ve gotten used to both, watching him throw a tantrum from afar, but never this close. Not when you were on the same footing, and you weren’t behind the counter.

“Jiwoon, get out of this establishment. I won’t repeat myself. You’re not welcome here,” you muttered sternly, seeing him frown at the clear rejection of his lame excuse of an apology.

When he raised a hand at you, you raised your hand to brace for impact, only for it not to come. You opened your eyes to see Mingyu, holding onto your ex-boyfriend’s raised wrist, seeing the other man struggling to get out of Mingyu’s grasp.

“Is that how you treat a person whom you want to take you back?” He said, tone dangerously low and deep as he shielded you from your ex, stepping between the two of you. He shoved Jiwoon back, a scoff leaving the latter’s mouth.

“What’s this? You got yourself a new boyfriend or something? You’re tossing our relationship away for this pretty-faced prick?” 

Your jaw clenched as you stood there. You weren’t going to take such abuse anymore, not from him. When you were about to speak up, you heard the back staff door open, signalling Seungcheol’s arrival from the upper office. Seungkwan probably notified him of the situation, your shoulders sagging lightly, but you were still tense.

“Jiwoon, just get the hell out before I call the cops.” Seungcheol threatened, making Jiwoon finally back off.

“This isn’t over, I’ll get you back whether you want me back or not, you ungrateful bitch—”

Then a crack was heard. Your eyes widened as Mingyu punched Jiwoon, not expecting him to do such a thing. Your ex stumbled onto the floor, wailing about how Mingyu broke his nose as he held it, bleeding over his probably designer shirt.

You watched as Jiwoon pathetically scrambled up, still holding onto his bleeding nose, and leaving the cafe. That’s when you finally let your shoulders sag, closing your eyes as your head hung low.

“Are you okay..?” Mingyu asked, hesitating to place his hand on your shoulder, and deciding against it to not startle you. Managing to nod, you sighed, rubbing your face before looking up at him with a weak smile.

“Yeah— yeah, I’m good.. What–what are you doing here, anyway?” You tilted your head, confused when Seungcheol walked over to the two of you, greeting Mingyu as if they had known each other for years. From the looks of it, they probably had.

“Ah, Seungcheol hyung wanted to discuss something with me, so I came, but then I saw the whole commotion.” He explained as Seungcheol murmured your name, telling you that you could head out first and that he’d close the shop up.

You thanked him quietly as you headed out back to change your clothes and grab your stuff. Mingyu repeated your name under his breath, causing Seungcheol to chuckle.

“She never told you her name, did she?” The older man raised his eyebrow at his friend. 

Mingyu shook his head. “Nope. Thanks for saying it, or I’d never figure it out. You really should invest in name tags.”

Getting home wouldn’t have been much of a hassle if it weren’t for your constant urge to look over your shoulder to check if Jiwoon would come back to harass you.

You truly needed to get a restraining order against him. So, you did that the first thing when you got home, filling out a petition and a couple of forms before sending them and hoping for a response in a few days. A sigh left your lips before you checked your phone, noticing a notification from an unknown number.

When you were about to block it, you decided to check who the message was from. You blinked when you realised it was Mingyu.

Mingyu: Uh, hey. It’s Mingyu. Don’t block me, please, Seungcheol hyung told me you had the tendency to do that. I just wanted to say hi ^^;

You snorted at the awkward greeting, your boss knowing you well enough to warn somebody like Mingyu about your blocking tendencies.

You: I take it that you got my number from Seungcheol, then?

Mingyu: Yeah, is that okay?

You: More than okay :) Why do you need it tho?

Mingyu: I uh wanted to get to know you better, I guess?

Oh. So he did want your number. That news slightly pleased and surprised you.

You: What do you wanna know, handsome?

God, you were totally flirting, but you couldn’t help yourself, grinning ear to ear as you watched the dots appear and disappear. Then another message appeared.

Mingyu: I don’t know, actually. You could tell me something interesting, and I’ll tell you something about myself ^^

You: Hmmm.. I have a cat back at my parents' house. His name’s Gamja :3

Mingyu: You named your cat ‘potato’?

Mingyu: Cute.

You: [sent 1 attachment]

You: He’s a glutton and round as a potato. I love to cuddle with him when I visit my parents’ place.

The two of you texted back and forth until you realised how late it had gotten. You sent one more text saying good night before turning your phone off and washing up for bed. You had morning classes tomorrow, and you dreaded the look on your history professor’s face when he saw you there, present, but sleeping. You’d gotten into trouble about sleeping in his lectures, but he never truly punished you for it. No one wanted to be there at the crack ass of dawn to study about King Sejong’s rule.

The next morning, you took a quick shower, made some tea, and left your apartment in a rush, realising how late you had woken up. You ran towards the history building, thankful that your dorm neighbourhood was just a ten-minute walk from campus.

Entering the lecture hall, you sighed in relief when you saw Joshua—one of your best friends—sitting by your usual spot in the upper corner of the hall. You made your way to him, huffing and panting as you took your laptop out of your bag.

“You just got here in time; the professor had to step out because another staff member called out for him.” He then handed you his notebook filled with notes you had missed last week. “He's going to be asking from these notes, so you'd better read them now while he's still gone.”

“Thank you, you're literally the best, Shua. " You hugged him before focusing on the notes, too busy reading to notice the person who entered and sat in the row behind you.

When the professor came back, he checked attendance, calling out your name before calling out a name that sounded a little too familiar.

“Kim Mingyu?”

“Present.” A familiar voice sent you back to reality as you suddenly turned around to see a familiar face. He gave you that toothy grin that exposed his adorable canines.

It was your regular from the cafe. He was Kim Mingyu? You had expected someone with the same name as him to go to your history class, but you never expected it to be him.

Maybe you were just too drowsy and unaware the last few times you attended your classes. He gave you a small wave, which you returned before you turned back around. That's when Joshua raised his eyebrow at you and nudged you gently.

“Since when did you know Mingyu?” He whispered, curiosity painted on his face, while he focused between talking to you and deliberately taking notes. Oh, to have the same skill set as your best friend.

You shrugged, acting as if it weren't a big deal before speaking. “He's that cute regular I told you about.”

Joshua made an ‘O’ shape with his mouth before nodding, understanding where the mutual ties had formed. The two of you chatted for a bit more before the professor called out your name, causing you to jolt and clench your jaw.

“Y-yes, prof?” You smiled faintly, while the older man looked at you with a stern look.

“What's the answer to this question?” He repeated, pointing at the board with the presentation. You faltered, feeling embarrassment coil in your gut as you murmured that you didn't know. “Well?”

That's when Mingyu whispered the answer from behind you, making you blurt out what you had heard. The professor hummed, his stern look subsiding slightly before softly chiding you. You looked back to look thankfully at Mingyu before pulling out your phone from under the desk.

You: Thanks.

Mingyu: It's fine. I know how prof Jung lays it heavy on you.

Mingyu: Though, you do sleep a lot, so I get why he does it to you

You: Who likes going to history lectures at 7:30 in the morning???

Mingyu: I do :)

You: …

You turned to glance at Mingyu, who seemed to be taking down notes, but was supporting a small smile on his lips as he typed on his laptop.

You: You're literally so strange.

Mingyu: Is that bad?

You: No

You: I like weird ;)

You could feel Mingyu staring at you as the three dots disappeared, then reappeared, then disappeared again, leaving you slightly disappointed that he didn't respond to your reply. After a minute or two, your phone buzzed again.

Mingyu: Do you flirt like this with anyone else, or am I special?

Mingyu: Because I really hope it's the latter

A snort left you, causing a few people to glance at you, making you hunch a bit to make yourself small as you replied to Mingyu’s message.

You: It's the latter, trust me. I don't usually flirt with hot guys.

Mingyu: So you think I'm hot?

It was your turn to feel flustered, the copious amount of times you had teased and flirted with Mingyu finally retaliating against you as you admitted you found him hot.

You turned off your phone after that, causing Mingyu to huff softly as you stifled your smile.

“Are you two sexting or something?” Joshua suddenly whispered, causing your ears to burn as you stepped on your best friend's foot, causing him to yelp.

When class was about to end, the professor announced that there was going to be a group project that was going to cost half the semester's grade, and that he'd already chosen who was with whom, and started reading off the list he had.

That's when he called out your name, and you crossed your fingers that your partner would be Joshua—

“And you're paired up with Kim Mingyu. That'll be all. Class dismissed.” 

You froze. You weren't paired up with your best friend. Instead, you were paired up with your hot regular from the cafe. No, no, no, no—

“Excuse me, prof..? Is–is there any possibility for me to swi—”

“I'm sorry, but no. You're paired up with Mr. Kim for a reason. He's one of the best students in class, and you should be glad I decided to pair you up with him instead of Mr. Hong.”

You clenched your jaw and sighed, taking in the defeat. You walked out of the lecture hall like a deflated balloon, seeing Joshua look at you with a somber smile. 

“Hey. It'll be okay… didn't you say you knew Mingyu?” He comforted you as you groaned.

“I mean, yes, but also no, we're—we're acquaintances at best. I barely know him, and now I have to work with him instead of my amazing best friend?”

Joshua rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “You're overthinking this. Plus, I could clearly see you were enjoying yourself texting him earlier.”

“I told you to stop peering over my shoulder when I use my phone; that's literally a breach of privacy.” You hissed as you hit your best friend. He snickered, taking your light hits with grace.

“Guilty as charged, but my point still stands. You want to get to know him. So, do that. You're already shamelessly flirting with him. That's a sign.”

You sighed once more, knowing that he was right. You could get to know Mingyu better this way, and maybe figure out what had you so intrigued with him in the first place. When you were about to walk out of the building, Mingyu called out your name, jogging behind you.

“Good luck, I have another class. Toodles~” Joshua winked at you as he rushed out of the building, leaving you with Mingyu once he had caught up to you.

“Hi,” he greeted, a bit breathless as he smiled.

“Hi.” You smiled back, rocking on your heels as you held your books. “What's up?”

“Oh, uh, I wanted to talk about the project, if that's alright with you.” He scratched his cheek before adding. “If you have another lecture, maybe I could walk you there?”

It was sweet of him to offer, your expression softening as you agreed. Mingyu’s face lit up at that, his smile widening. “Perfect, so…”

You and Mingyu had chatted all the way to your next class that was thankfully close to the history department building. You accepted the idea to work on the project after your shift at his place. It wouldn’t be too late by then, and you were more than curious to see what his place looked like.

It wasn’t like it was weird to come over to a guy’s place to work on a project, right?

“Oh, he totally will get his dick wet if you come over to his place! Girl, I told you he wants to suck face with you.” Seungkwan exclaimed as you got to the cafe after your classes, getting ready for your shift as you put on your apron.

You just scoffed at Seungkwan’s vivid detail of what would happen if you ended up going to Mingyu’s place after work. You were still unconvinced with the ‘Mingyu has a crush on you’ theory, just shaking it off as you headed out back to the main area of the cafe to switch shifts with Jeonghan, one of your other coworkers, whom you usually didn’t meet often, since he was on the job in the mornings.

“Seungkwan is still going with the ‘regular having a crush on you’ theory?” He asked as he took his apron off, letting out a whistle before clicking his tongue. “I gotta say, I’m not here on your shift often, but I can see why that overgrown puppy likes you. You’re likeable, you know?”

Jeonghan nodded towards the door where Mingyu had just entered before giving you and Seungkwan a salute and heading towards the staff backroom. That was your sign to take your place at the empty register and take Mingyu’s usual order as you rang him up.

“We see each other again after such a short time. Must be fate, no?” He smiled, and you rolled your eyes playfully as you wrote down ‘Menghyu’ on his cup this time as you passed it to Seungkwan, who cackled.

“You’re holding up the line, Mingyu,” you murmured, making him realise that was indeed what he was doing and moving aside, causing you to stifle a small smile before taking the next person’s order.

Once Seungkwan was finished with preparing Mingyu’s order, Soonyoung switched positions with you as you read and called out the name you had written on the cup. “Caramel Macchiato with extra caramel for Menghyu! Menghyu!”

You called out the name twice, and Mingyu walked over with a flushed expression, taking the cup from the counter as he pouted. “I try to flirt back with you, and you retaliate with such mean tactics.”

“That’s just a part of my charm, hot stuff.” You winked before focusing on your job; you were surprised that he wanted to flirt back with you, proving Seungkwan’s theory a bit more true. But you weren’t going to linger on it. Not when you didn’t have solid proof to indicate it, at least.

Mingyu stuck around until about closing time, waiting for you to get off work, so the two of you could head to his apartment that was close by. Seungkwan and Soonyoung held their thumbs up for you as you flipped the two of them off as you left with Mingyu.

“You’re close to the two of them,” Mingyu pointed out softly, his eyes warm as both of you walked by the slightly damp sidewalk. It had rained earlier, leaving a heavy scent of soil and, well, rain. 

You hummed softly as you answered. “They’re menaces, but yeah, they’re nice.”

Once you had gotten to Mingyu’s apartment, he opened the door for you, letting you enter first as you took your shoes off and placed them by the entrance. Mingyu did the same before leading you over to his living room.

The space he lived in was neat; two shelves with a bunch of history books and whatnot, some memorabilia, CDs, and pictures of people who seemed like Seungcheol and Mingyu’s parents. It was homey with a mix of modernity to it—and it felt like Mingyu, even if you didn’t know him that well yet.

“Please, sit. Would you like anything to drink?” He asked, seemingly nervous as you looked around his place. You nodded politely as you tucked your hair behind your ear, smiling.

“Your place is nice.” You complimented as you sat down on the leather couch, making yourself comfortable as you took your laptop and notebooks out to place on the coffee table in front of you. Mingyu hummed as he made you some tea, brewing it gently before coming back to hand you the cup.

“Thanks… It took me a while to get it as it is. I used to have so little stuff.” He chuckled awkwardly as he sat down beside you, but far enough to give you some space. You glanced at him, intrigued by the space he had made before patting the cushion gently.

“Sit here, we’ll need to work closely to make this kind of work, no?” That was a lie, but none of you were about to call yourselves out on it as Mingyu swallowed thickly and scooted over to the spot you had patted. Your knees brushed against each other, sending a jolt through both of your bodies, but you pretended it didn’t affect you as you grabbed your notes. Skimming through them, you acted as if you didn’t notice Mingyu staring at you, his hands fidgeting on his lap.

“Prof said we should focus on this part for the project, correct?” You pointed at the topic in your notes as you leaned over closer to Mingyu, trying to test something out as you heard his breath stutter and he hummed weakly.

“I–uh, yeah…” He murmured, watching as you moved away, but still sitting close to him. You could feel the warmth seeping from him from this distance, and you couldn’t help but nibble on your lower lip before looking up at him, your eyes meeting. Mingyu’s gaze moved away as his cheeks warmed, causing you to giggle.

“What— what’s so funny?”

“Nothing.. I just find you incredibly cute when you’re flustered because of me.” You admitted, and that caused him to flush even more, his cheeks a reddish hue.

This just confirmed Seungkwan’s suspicions, therefore proving his theory correct. You were never going to tell him, though; he’d figure it out anyway. So, you decided to make your move on Mingyu, tilting your head to the side as you fluttered your eyelashes at him.

“Is there anything you wanna tell me, Mingyu?” Your tone was coated with something sweet—honey, probably. Mingyu wasn’t sure as he struggled to form a sentence in his brain when you were so pretty sitting there, in his space, in his apartment.

He groaned, rubbing his hand along his face before chuckling awkwardly. “Was I that obvious?”

“No, actually.” You glanced away, feeling embarrassed by the fact that you were oblivious to his crush on you. “Seungkwan was the one who pointed it out to me. I didn’t really believe him, but now…”

You trailed off, and Mingyu swallowed thickly once more when you moved, climbing over to his lap, straddling him. “Now, I think I believe that theory. Is he correct?”

Your voice was softer, a little unsure as Mingyu’s hands trembled when he touched your hips and pressed you down against his crotch. His mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water as he tried to comprehend the fact that you were on his lap. The pretty manager from the cafe that he frequented was sitting on his lap.

“I—fuck, yes, Seungkwan’s totally right, I do have a crush on you, and I’m gonna sound like a loser and slight pervert, but can I eat you out?” He babbled, voice slightly whiny as he bucked his hips against you. It was your turn to open and close your mouth like a fish, not expecting him to request such a thing. The request alone made your cunt tighten around nothing as you felt your panties stick to your folds.

“Ask me again.” You decided that you wanted to use this to your advantage before giving him what he wanted. He groaned, knowing that you were going to tease him and make him beg for it, but he didn’t have the patience for that as he bucked his hips against you again, rocking you against his hardening cock.

“Please, please let me eat your pussy, it’ll be so good, I promise, I’ll make you cum so hard, I swear—” he decided to resort to pleading after a minute or two when you didn’t relent, his eyes glazing as he looked at you with that sad puppy dog look. That made you fold, nodding frantically as you hoped his words were as good as he ate pussy.

He thanked you as he pressed soft kisses along your jaw, down to your neck and collarbones, lifting your sweater gently to touch your bare skin. He flipped the two of you over as he continued to lift your top, moving it past your chest as he kissed and nipped down your cleavage. 

“So pretty,” he groaned, kissing your stomach until he met the metal button of your jeans. He clumsily undid them, tugging your pants down along with your panties, tossing them somewhere on the floor as his face was met with your glistening cunt. “Fuck, you’re dripping—is this all for me? Is it?”

He whined as you nodded, kissing along the insides of your thighs, pulling you closer as his nose pressed against your mound and he inhaled. Your face flushed as he seemed to take his time, holding onto your thighs tightly while giving your pussy little kisses that made your hips buck against his face.

“Patience is a virtue, is it not, sweetheart?” He purred, and when you were about to complain, he licked a stripe along your already soaked slit, making you moan. 

Mingyu lapped and slurped your pussy like a man with a mission, and it was to see you cum around his mouth and fingers. When you were trembling from the sheer amount of teasing with his tongue, he moved one of his hands from your thigh to slap your dripping cunt, making you yelp.

“M-Mingyu–” you keened out as another strike came, making your toes curl as your hole drooled more slick, dripping down to his leather cushions.

“Fuck, look at you… You’re making such a mess on my couch, baby. You like having your pretty pussy slapped, don’t you?”

He was filthy, sucking at your clit as you cried out from how close you were getting to your orgasm. He could see how your hole spasmed as he teased it with his fingers before gently pushing two digits inside of you, filling you up. 

Your pussy sucked him in greedily, tightly clenching around him as he fucked his fingers into you, watching the squelching noises coming out of your pretty cunt. He continued to suckle at your clit before finding that spongy spot inside you that immediately triggered your orgasm. 

“Mingyu, I—I’m coming!” You cried out, your back arching off the couch as your hips bucked into his face violently, while he drew your orgasm out by continuing his ministrations on your clit and massaging your insides with his skilled digits until you were writhing.

“That’s it, sweetheart, continue coming, that’s it, let me clean you up…” He muttered against your cunt as he pulled his fingers out of you, diving in to lap up your juices, enjoying drinking it up as if it were aged wine. 

By the time he was done, he had made you come a second time, your body twitching as tears streaked down your cheeks, fully ruined on his couch. He moved away from your pussy, placing your legs down before cooing softly as he wiped your tears and made you look at him.

“A–are we done..?” You mumbled, still panting as he nodded, making you whine with a pout. Mingyu blinked, confused, before you added. “Aren’t… Aren’t you going to fuck me?”

Mingyu wanted to, but he wasn’t sure if you could take it. He wanted to cherish and be careful with you, not wanting to hurt you for your first time with him. When you noticed his slightly conflicted look, you wrapped your legs around his hips, surprising him.

“I want you to fuck me, Mingyu..” Those words were enough to make any guy dizzy, but when you said it with so much certainty, he couldn’t deny you. So, he picked you up with ease, supporting you by your ass and neck as he carried you to his room before placing you onto his bed with the utmost care and gentleness he could.

“If we’re gonna do this, we’re gonna do this right. And on a bed. I’m not fucking my crush on my couch,” he muttered, causing you to giggle as he pressed soft kisses all over your face before finally undoing your bra and getting rid of your sweater, leaving you fully naked under him, while he was still fully clothed.

He noticed the way you tugged on his shirt, immediately getting rid of it, revealing his toned abs and muscles. He chuckled when you murmured out a “holy shit” before trailing your hands along his bare chest. 

“Take off your pants,” you grumbled, already helping him with undoing his jeans. Mingyu snorted at how impatient you were as he shimmied his jeans down and discarded them on the floor with the rest of your clothes.

When he was left with only his boxer briefs, that’s when you noticed the huge bulge it was supporting and the small wet patch that was forming in the middle. You licked your lips as you glanced up at him, his chest rising and falling before he finally pulled his boxers down, revealing his already leaking cock.

You practically drooled at the sight—he was big, big. You had expected it, but good lord, it was better than you imagined. It was slightly curved upwards, cut with a pretty dusty pink tip. A moan left your lips when he nudged it against your slit, grinding himself back and forth to coat himself with your slick before positioning himself against your entrance.

“A–are you sure you can take it–?” Mingyu hesitated, truly wanting to be sure before going any further. It was sweet of him, but you just wanted to get railed as you nodded and pushed your heels against the lower part of his back. 

His hips stuttered as he finally pushed the tip into you, moaning softly as your hole spasmed around him, welcoming him in with no trouble whatsoever. It was like you were made for him, and he’d never want to let you go. 

“F-fuck, you’re so tight—” He muttered before realising he didn’t put on a condom when he bottomed out inside you. “Shit—”

“What..?” You whined, confusion painting your face as your body got pliant under him, nails digging into his back.

“I–I forgot to put a condom on,” he murmured, planning on pulling out, only for your legs to tighten around his hips, and that caused him to groan. “You… you don’t want me to put one on–?”

You shook your head, reassuring him that it was okay. “I’m.. I’m on birth control, and I’m clean.”

“Me too.” He sighed in relief, nuzzling his face into your neck when he started to move, slow and deep as he dragged his hips before slamming into you, which made you squeal from pleasure. Once he knew you got more comfortable, he started to quicken his pace, skin slapping against skin, filling the room along with his soft grunts and your whimpered moans.

It was surreal. One minute, the two of you were in his living room, planning to work on your history project, and the next, you were in his bed fucking like rabbits.

Continuing to pound into your squelching pussy, Mingyu moved his hand between the two of you, finding your clit with ease, and started to circle the pudgy nub with his thumb, causing your hole to clench around him tighter. He let out a choked groan as he watched his cock come in and out of you, leaving a milky white ring around the base of his dick.

“Fuck, you’re making such a mess on my dick, baby.. I might not last like this,” Mingyu muttered out breathlessly, feeling himself get closer to the edge as he rubbed on your clit in tighter circles. If he was gonna cum, he was gonna cum after you’ve milked his cock for what it was worth.

“Mingyu—” you whined, heels digging deeper into his lower back and nails dragging along the expanse of his back, making him hiss at the pleasure mixed with pain.

“Come on, pretty girl, cum for me, do it so I can fill your tight pussy. You want that, don’t you? You want me to cum and make you mine?”

You moaned and nodded, his words sending you over the edge as you came around his thick shaft, spasming and milking him dry. Mingyu chased his orgasm while prolonging yours, and spilling into you after a few thrusts, stilling as he filled you up to the brim, letting his cum overflow around his cock and leak out of your used hole. 

Pulling out, the two of you groaned in unison, and Mingyu watched as your mixed juices leaked out of you. He glanced at his clock on his nightstand, realising how late it had gotten, plopping over on his stomach right beside you.

“Do you want to stay the night..? It’s a little late, and I don’t want you going home in the dark.” He gave you a reason to stay. That was rare for guys, but considering that Mingyu had a crush on you, it made sense. He’d want you to stay.

“Yeah, I–I’d like that.” You yawned, planning to catch some shut-eye, but not before Mingyu got up from the bed to get a damp towel from his bathroom to clean you up. After that, he pulled the sheets between the two of you, bringing you close to his chest and falling asleep.

The next morning, Mingyu woke up alone in his bed. He frowned, your body nowhere to be found, as he sat up on his bed to see a note left on his bed.

‘Got an early class this morning :) I made you breakfast; it’s on the table. see you xo.’

Mingyu blinked at the note, confusion and doubt filling his chest. You just left without waking him up? He couldn’t help but wonder why as he put on a pair of sweatpants that were hanging on his chair before heading to the kitchen to see food, indeed, being on the table. 

He sighed, deciding to text you, but received no response after thirty minutes, causing his frown to deepen. You always texted back after a minute or two. Was he too forward? Was he too hopeful to expect you’d stay after he told you about how he felt? He wouldn’t know until he talked to you, but you weren’t answering him.

“You what?! Girl, you'd better answer his texts. Now.” Seungkwan smacked you with a clean rag, making you glare at your coworker, who then apologised quickly, not wanting to get a beating from you, but he was right. You couldn’t just ignore Mingyu after that night at his place.

“I–I don’t know, you know? We barely know each other, and it’s just… I don’t think that it’d pan out in the long run.” You voiced out your doubts as you wiped your hands against your apron, having changed into the morning shift with Jeonghan just for the next few days.

Seungkwan groaned, muttering your name and facepalming as he looked at you with the most judging look in the book. “So what if the two of you don’t know each other that well? You will! If you talk to him, it’ll work out. Why the hell would you just leave him a note like some one nightstand and not reply to his texts?! That’s borderline insane behaviour, by the way. And extremely mean.”

You buried your face into your hands, hoping the ground would eat you whole after doing Mingyu like some booty call. “Everything’s happening too quickly, I just—I can’t deal with these feelings right now!”

“Didn’t you say you had a project with him?” Soonyoung suddenly spoke as he booted up the coffee machines for the day. “You can’t avoid him forever, you know.”

It was your turn to groan, rubbing your face as your frustration grew. You knew you couldn’t avoid Mingyu forever, but you needed time to process everything. 

Seeing him sleeping so peacefully on his bed earlier that morning made it hard to leave, but you did what you had to do. You couldn’t just… stay, even if you wanted to. Staying would mean talking, and you couldn’t handle that. Not yet. Not when you just figured out that he had a crush on you, and you maybe had feelings for him. You weren’t sure what you felt!

Sure, you found him incredibly attractive, and he was funny, and everything you'd ever want in a guy, but deep down, you were terrified. What if he couldn't see through your flaws and wouldn't want to stay through the hard times? What if—

“You're overthinking this again.” Seungkwan pulled you out of your thoughts as he placed his arm on your shoulder. “He's not Jiwoon. Don't self-sabotage a relationship that hasn't flourished yet. Trust the process and talk to him.”

You looked guiltily at your coworker, knowing he was fully right, and you should stop overthinking and just do as he said. Trust the process. You wanted to scoff. That was easier said than done, and you were as stubborn as a mule. You had “trusted the process” with Jiwoon, so why would this be any different with Mingyu?

“Because he's actually a good guy.” Seungcheol came out of nowhere, startling you and your two coworkers. You seemed to have said your thoughts out loud, grumbling softly as you looked down at your shoes, hugging yourself.

Seungcheol sighed, giving you a pensive look. “I've known Mingyu for about our whole lives; he's a great guy, and he wouldn't just leave you, especially when he's literally worshipping the ground you walk on.”

You gave him an incredulous look as he chuckled. He knew how stubborn you could be, so it made sense you couldn't fully believe him.

“What I'm saying is that he likes you a lot. Give it a chance. I'm not saying you should decide now, but don't give him the silent treatment. It'll kill him.”

You avoided Mingyu for three days. Three whole days with no contact besides emails about the project and everything project-related. You read his messages through your notifications, too much of a pussy to actually fully check them. That would mean leaving him on read, and you didn’t want to seem like you were ghosting him after fucking him—

Though you totally were acting like you were ghosting him. You had purposefully switched shifts with Jeonghan so you wouldn’t bump into Mingyu, and avoided him as best as you could around campus. It was gnawing at you.

You were currently at your usual secluded spot at the library, tapping your pen against your notebook as you stared at the block of text you were supposed to study for your presentation, but were unable to focus because of Mingyu eating at your thoughts. You groaned, closing your laptop as you buried your face in your hands and rested your head against the table.

“Are you struggling to study, or are you thinking about something else?”

You snapped your head up to look at none other than Mingyu. How the hell did he find this spot? People rarely came this far into the library, and it was your very own little corner.

As if reading your mind, he smiled. “I figured you liked this spot when I stumbled upon it a couple of days ago. It’s not too cramped, but it’s filled with classical literature, which I noticed you carry around a lot. It was easy to figure out you’d hang around the section.”

“I— you–” your words failed you as you struggled to voice out what you had in mind. What are you doing here? Aren’t you mad? “Mingyu.”

That’s what you settled with—his name. He seemed calm, no frowns or accusatory words coming out of him as he just stood there.

“That’s my name, yes…” He trailed off, fiddling with the backrest of the chair beside you. “Mind if I sit?”

You shook your head, letting him sit down and take out his laptop and other books. He sat close, and you swallowed as you managed to take a whiff of his cologne. God, why did he have to smell so good?

“So, what are you having trouble with?” He asked, glancing at your screen as his arm brushed against yours. He was calm. Too calm.

You cleared your throat as you spoke up. “Mingyu.. I—”

“Hmm? Come on, pretty, talk to me. We can talk about this later, focus on the project—”

“I can’t focus on the project because I keep thinking about you.” You finally blurted out, taking in a shaky breath as you looked at him. His jaw ticked, and the sight made your pussy clench around nothing as he took in a deep breath.

“Are we really gonna do this here, pretty girl?” He murmured, sounding a bit hurt as he finally put down his calm facade. You could see the sadness and confusion in his eyes as he continued to speak. “What happened? Why are you avoiding me? I came to the cafe a few days ago, and you weren’t on your regular shift… Did.. Did I do something wrong that night?”

You could feel your world getting smaller as his question rang in your ears. 

Did he do something wrong? 

Of course, he didn’t. This was your fault for making him doubt your feelings towards him, since your own thoughts were causing you to doubt his. It was a mess, and you knew it.

“No, no-! I—I just… God, I don’t know how to say this.” You rubbed your eyes as you chuckled bitterly. “I’m just… I don’t know, Mingyu. I broke up with Jiwoon months ago, but the relationship keeps haunting me. Even if I don’t show it, I’m scared. I’m so fucking scared that I’ll just ruin everything—”

“Whoa, wait—where is this coming from?” Mingyu grabbed your shoulder, turning you to face him. “Why would you ruin everything? From what I saw that night, the bastard tried to lay his hand on you. None of that was your fault.”

You looked away, but he caressed your cheek with his other hand, causing you to glance back at him. He cooed your name softly in a way that made your heart melt. 

“Listen to me. I’d never try to hurt you. Never. I’d throw myself off a cliff before that happened.” He chuckled, trying to lighten up the mood somehow as he kept talking. “I just want what you want, but you have to start talking to me. I was dying out there without your little texts.”

He pouted, making you chuckle softly. He kept caressing your face, rubbing his thumb along the apple of your cheek. You leaned in as you closed your eyes, your thoughts calming down as he continued to reassure you about everything.

Once you were fully reassured, you turned your chair to face his, pushing yourself off your seat, and cradled Mingyu’s face into your hands. His eyes widened, but he didn’t stop you as you leaned in and pressed soft kisses along his face before finally landing a soft one on his lips.

“Is this okay..?” You asked against his lips, and he hummed, nodding gently. You continued kissing him until Mingyu finally decided to retaliate and kiss you back. A squeak left your lips when his chair dragged along the library’s linoleum floor before he grabbed you and placed you on his lap, all while not breaking the kiss.

Mingyu’s hands rested on your hips, while your hands tangled in his hair at the base of his neck, tugging gently. He groaned softly against your lips, continuing to kiss you as his tongue easily slipped into your mouth when you parted your mouth slightly. You eagerly sucked on the wet muscle, swirling your tongue around his as his hips bucked from under you.

You could feel how hard he was in his sweats, his hard-on pretty evident against the grey fabric. He groaned when you ground against him, the noise going straight to your cunt as you felt your panties getting wetter the more you ground against him.

“B–baby, we can’t do this here—” he grunted, pulling away from the kiss, his legs trembling as you continued to grind against him, his hands tightening around your hips as he didn’t stop you. “We might get—”

“Caught..? Mingyu, no one comes here but me. Let me make it up to you, okay?” You mumbled, and he couldn’t help but fold under your sweet words and needy gaze. His hands wandered until they settled on your ass, squeezing gently as he pressed you down harder against his erection.

He leaned his head down to nip at your jaw and neck, as you mewled, your fingers tugged on his hair once more, causing him to buck his hips against you. “I wanna fuck your pussy again.. Can I fuck your sweet cunt again, baby?”

“Yeah—” you keened out, tilting your head back as Mingyu continued to place open-mouthed kisses along the base of your throat while fumbling with the buttons of your jeans, undoing them with a little more confidence this time around before shimmying them down, along with your panties. He tugged his own sweats and boxers down to his thighs, his cock twitching as it pressed against your ass.

Mingyu cursed softly under his breath as he positioned himself against your entrance, missing the feeling of your skin against his for the past few days you’ve avoided him. When he started slowly pushing in, you had to muffle your moans against the crook of his neck, just in case some student decided it’d be a good day to visit this section of the library, but at the same time, the thrill of getting caught sent jolts of pleasure down your spine.

You pussy sucked his shaft in greedily, clenching and unclenching around him as you keened out a whine when he fully sheathed himself inside you, hips flush against each other. He started with slow, small grinds, letting you get used to the angle before raising you all the way up and slamming you down again. The action made you choke out a moan as he repeated the motion a couple of times.

“M–Mingyu—” You shuddered when he bit the soft skin of your neck, sucking gently and leaving a mark as he started to thrust up into you.

“Yeah, baby? What is it?” He moved his face away from your neck to look at you, his eyes glazed with pleasure as he gazed at you like you were a goddess.

“I–I like you. A lot.” You managed to mumble out, cheeks flushing as you stifled your sweet moans, your head tilting back a little bit. He chuckled as his hips got rougher, pistoning his cock into you, and making you bounce on him.

“Yeah? You like me? Baby, I’m enamoured by you. You’re like—fuck, I can’t think of a good example while I’m balls deep inside you, but you’re divine. My pretty goddess—ngh..”

You flushed as you buried your face into his shoulder once more, your gut coiling with arousal as the band stretched, your orgasm reaching close. Pressing a feather-like kiss on Mingyu’s neck, he whimpered, his grip on your hips tightening as he fucked you sloppier and deeper, while babbling how good you felt.

“Gonna cum, baby—I’m gonna fill this pretty pussy up to the brim, okay? You’ll let me do that, right? Fill you up as I did back then?” He murmured, sounding whiny and pathetic as he pleaded with you. Too dizzy with pleasure, you nodded, wanting nothing else but his load inside of you while you fucked recklessly in the library. 

You were sure that if you got caught, you’d get banned from coming to the library for the next twenty years. But you didn’t care. All you wanted was for Mingyu to fill you up like a stuffed turkey on Thanksgiving. 

Feeling your orgasm get closer, you moved your hand between your bodies, touching your throbbing clit as you moaned at the pressure you were giving yourself, cunt tightening impossibly around Mingyu’s dick, causing him to let out a choked groan as he watched you touch yourself while he continued pounding into you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—I’m gonna cum, baby, I’m coming!” Mingyu groaned as he spilled hot spurts of sticky cum into your cunt, not being able to hold himself back as your pussy milked him dry. His release triggered yours, making you cry out quietly and close your eyes tightly as you twitched and shuddered.

The two of you panted against each other before Mingyu pulled out, a hiss coming out of his lips at the loss of your tightness as he quickly put your panties on you before your mixed juices could drip out.

“Walk around my cum inside you as punishment, baby.” He pressed a chaste kiss on your lips before fixing you and himself up.

You were a breathless mess, feeling like a baby deer standing on your own after fucking Mingyu. He stifled his laughs as you hit his shoulder as you walked out of the library, pretending as if you hadn't just gotten railed. The two of you came out to breathe in the evening air before Mingyu decided to crouch over, waiting for you to climb on his back.

“What are you doing..?” You asked, standing there, pretending not to limp as you shifted from one leg to another, while some students looked over at you.

“Come on, I’m not having you walk all funny to my apartment. Just get on my back, princess.”

You hesitated for a moment before relenting, getting on his back as you lazily wrapped your arms around his neck, while he supported your weight by hooking his arms over the underside of your knees. 

Once you had gotten to his apartment, he placed you on his couch, making sure you were comfortable before grabbing some snacks and drinks from his pantry. He sat down beside you, snuggling in close as he took the remote and turned on the TV.

“You brought me over to watch movies?” You murmured, pretending to complain as he kissed your temple. He popped a chip into his mouth while humming, pulling you impossibly closer.

“I wanna spend some quality time with my girl—I mean, er…” He faltered, tensing up as he slipped up. He glanced at you, your posture relaxed as you settled against him, prompting him to let out a relieved sigh.

“I like the sound of that,” you said simply, a small, shy smile forming on your lips. “Your girl.”

“Yeah? Can I show my girl how much she means to me?” He purred into your ear, and your entire body heated up at the tone he was using, knowing where this was going to lead.

“Yeah.”

“Ugh, the two of you are insufferable! Go back to being oblivious, so I don’t have to witness this—” Seungkwan moved his hands to motion over to you and Mingyu. “—this canoodling!”

He pretended to gag, Mingyu pressing a few more kisses on your face before you finally pushed him off. “That’s enough, mister. I have a shift to start.”

“But I’m gonna miss you,” Mingyu whined, pawing at your hips before backing off when he saw Seungcheol coming out of the staff room. He cleared his throat, glancing away as he pretended not to be clingy towards you for the past ten minutes. You covered your giggle with a cough while your boss looked at his friend with a deadpan stare.

“What did I say about bothering my staff during their work hours, Gyu?” Seungcheol reminded him, pointing at the “No mingling with the staff (especially the manager)” sign by the cafe menu. It was put there about a month ago when you and Mingyu were caught by Seungcheol and Jeonghan making out in the staff room, Mingyu’s hands roaming in inappropriate places where they shouldn’t have been roaming in the first place, especially in a semi-public space.

“But she’s my girlfriend—”

“She was my staff first. So, cry to the wall.” Mingyu looked at you for help, but you only shrugged, knowing you couldn’t go against your boss’s rules. He grunted, sighing in defeat as he sat down on the stool by the counters and perched his chin on his hand, watching you with a look full of love.

 Who knew that paying for overpriced coffee was truly worth it when you could meet the love of your life there?

*Bonus:

“Mingyu, that’s not how you do it—” you snorted as you tried teaching your boyfriend latte art, seeing him fail miserably.

“This is hard! I almost burnt myself two times now!” He whined as Seungkwan rolled his eyes and Soonyoung snickered.

“Please, you just suck. Latte art is essential in this line of work, and you can’t even do something so simple.” 

“Seungkwan, shut up, you literally cried the first time you succeeded.” You exposed your coworker, making him side-eye you as you giggled and continued teaching your boyfriend how to correctly hold the cup and pour.

Mingyu succeeded after the fifth time, and he was so proud that he decided to take a selfie with it and post it on his close friend’s Instagram story. That’s when Joshua came into the cafe, and your boyfriend eagerly bragged about his success. A smile found your lips before Seungkwan started talking again.

“Your boyfriend is lowkey such a loser,” Seungkwan whispered to you, and you smacked him. “Ow-! I mean, you say it yourself.”

“He is, but only I can say that. He’s my loser.”